#but i think in junhos mind somehow hes telling himself if he can just get there first and find inho and talk to him then he can get him bac

[lyxchen]

Sorry going a bit feral over here because I just realized, when Jun-ho started looking for In-ho he had only been missing for a few days, the days he was on the island already preparing for the games. So this means that he and Jun-ho and their mom were in regular contact. Even if it's just texts but they were hearing from each other regularly. But then after season 1 he obviously had to cut contact because otherwise he would either put him and the games or Jun-ho and his mother in danger and just. He still had his family. Even after his wife died and he won the games he still had some family, his mom and his brother and then he had to take that from himself too, to protect them. How lonely must that be. Do you think he was checking on them, sending people to the hospital to see if Jun-ho woke up from his coma? Do you think that he made that boat guy give him regular updates on how Jun-ho was doing emotionally?

Do you think that the first time In-ho was able to have at least something close to genuine human connection again after four years of isolation was when he entered the games as 001? It was probably the first time in YEARS that he was able to joke around and be part of a group and connect with people and in the end he still had to get rid of it again. The knowledge that this isn't forever and actually it's really only for a few days and then it's also all a lie on his side and he will have to watch all these people die. And that's probably why he got so into it and genuienly cheered and maybe even forgot that he is in fact the evil mastermind behind it all. Can You Imagine How Lonely He Is???

[nessinborderland]

Alluring

Pairing: Hwang Junho x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Junho tries to fight the alluring spell you put on him, with no success.

Warnings: Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Manipulation, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Dubious Consent, Overstimulation, Creampie, Enemies to Lovers, kinda?, reader is a VIP, getting fucked at gunpoint

Notes: So, I watched and rewatched Squid Game and this idea just wouldn't leave my head, so here it is. It's smutty, is filthy, is everything I wanted Hwang Junho to do to me and then some. Comments are, as always, much appreciated <3 Enjoy!

Junho knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He had no time to lose, and yet he had chosen to waste it on this, of all things. Not that he was ever expecting it to happen; he certainly was not.

But when you snapped his attention – dressed in an emerald green dress that fitted you in all the right places, golden cobra mask hiding your features – he just couldn’t look away. It was like you hypnotized him, almost making him forget about his mission. He had obliged when you asked him to sit next to you – accepting the drink you gave him – and he had followed when you ordered him to go with you to the VIP bedrooms.

I can use her somehow, he told himself, she will tell me everything I need to know.

He was wrong.

“Will you take your mask off for me?” your sultry tone in his ear made a shiver run down his spine. “I want to see what your face looks like.”

He nodded with a gulp, hand raising to unbuckle his mask. He was hyper-aware of your hand on his thigh, chest pressed against his arm as you expectantly waited for the face reveal.

“Oh my,” you gasped under your own mask, fingers touching his chin to turn his head in your direction, “you shouldn’t keep a face like that hidden behind a mask.”

Your thumb grazed his bottom lip in a sensual gesture, and he had half a mind not to part his lips further. He locked eyes with the intense gaze behind the golden mask, wishing he could take it off and see the face beneath.

“Of all the games I’ve attended,” you said, rising from the bed to stand in-between his knees, “you might just be the most entertaining thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

That’s when it clicked; the death games. His brother. He was supposed to be recording and gathering information, not letting himself be bewitched by a woman with a liking for murder.

But he could use you – he thought again – he had to stay put and play your game.

Your touch on his shoulder made him look up. He could clearly see half of your face from that angle, lips painted blood red and smiling. He had the intrusive thought of your lips marking his collarbones as you fucked him raw. He shook his head as he forcefully lowered his gaze.

What was he doing? Why was he feeling like this?

Your giggles surprised him, making him look up again. Your eyes were watching him with a special attentiveness, and it almost felt like you could read his thoughts. It freaked him out as much as it turned him on.

“Do I make you horny, baby?” you asked as you leaned forward, one hand still on his shoulder as the other snaked up his neck to cradle his cheek. He kept his eyes firmly locked on yours; he couldn’t let you get into his head.

He had to stop this before it was too late.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” he said as he gently grabbed you by the wrists, “I think it’s best for us to go back.”

Your smile didn’t falter as you let him push you back until he was also standing. That’s when Junho realized this had been a bad idea.

“I disagree,” you said as your hands pressed against his chest to push him back down, “we’re just getting started.”

He let himself be pushed, sitting back on the bed as he wondered what to do next. He had to act fast before it was too late and he got himself killed. He didn’t even have enough time to record what he wanted.

He was losing precious time.

“Miss, I really think that–”

Whatever he was going to say died on his lips as he watched you undress. His eyes widened as you revealed your naked figure to him, green dress falling down your body and pooling at your feet.

“What were you saying?” you teased, a smirk on your lips.

He couldn’t remember.

His mind was blank as he cataloged every part of your body, committing it all to memory. You were all curves, smooth skin, and mouth-watering femininity. His pants were feeling terribly tight now, but he stayed still, hands on his knees, waiting for your next move.

“Are you shy, handsome?” you asked as your hand raised to pet him on the cheek. “You’re blushing…”

He shook his head, closing his eyes; he felt like his whole body was on fire. He barely remembered when it was the last time he had chosen a woman’s company over his job, but he knew it had been way too damn long. He felt like a horny teenager again, cock begging to be set free.

Junho almost jumped off the bed when he felt your hands on his zipper, grabbing you by the wrists with enough strength to make you gasp.

“W- What are you doing?” he asked as he stared at you with wide eyes. You were now on your knees, looking up at him.

“I’m starting what we came here to do,” you said as you snapped your hands free from his grasp, “so relax, handsome.”

He watched as your hands went back to his zipper, this time with no interruptions on his part. Your eyes were still on his as you unbuckled his pants, and he found that he couldn’t look away.

You had him right where you wanted him.

He gasped when he felt your warm hand palming his hard-on over his underwear, twitching under your touch; he was so unbelievably hard it hurt.

“Here’s another thing you shouldn’t keep hidden,” you said as you curled your hand around his cock, pulling him off his clothes. “If you were mine I would keep you naked at all times. Always ready for my use only.”

His hips bucked in reaction – if to your words or to your touch he didn’t know – and he leaned back almost without realizing it, giving you more access to himself.

The gun hidden on the back of his pants pressed against his tailbone at the same time your lips went around his cock. He gasped from the sensation, one hand supporting his weight behind him on the mattress as the other went to fist your hair.

He couldn’t stop the moans that escaped him as you started sucking him off, mouth taking almost all of him as your tongue pressed on all the right places. Junho closed his eyes again as he tilted his head back, trying to escape your gaze. All it did was intensify the sensations of your warm mouth on his cock. He groaned in pleasure as you swallowed his length, hand fisting your hair tighter as he fought with himself. He wanted to push you away as much as he wanted to make you choke on him.

You moaned around him as you sucked him off, and that’s when he opened his eyes again to stare back at you. Your head bobbed up and down as drool slid down your chin, red lips swollen and messy as you left lipstick marks on his cock.

He sat straighter, hand releasing your hair as his other hand went to grab his gun. He had to stop this now.

“S- Stop!” he forced himself to say as he pressed the gun barrel to your temple.

You froze for a moment, an expression of surprise behind your golden mask before you released him with a wet sound, hand still on his base. Then you smiled.

“I think you’re misinterpreting something here, handsome,” you said as your hand slowly started squeezing around him, “you might have the gun, but I have your dick in my hand. Who do you think is the one in charge here?”

He gasped in discomfort as your grip tightened, but kept his gun on you. He was the one with the gun, he was the one with the power.

“I’ll shoot you.”

“No, you won’t,” you said with so much conviction that he believed you, “you can keep that gun on me, but I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”

You stood up before sitting right on his lap, facing him with your arms around his neck – completely ignoring the gun in his hand.

How were you not afraid of him? Afraid of getting shot?

He gasped at the feeling of your inner thighs against his sensitive cock, hips bucking in reaction to the feeling of your warm core right over his tip.

“Tell me,” you said as your fingers went back to caressing his features, “who are you?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, it isn’t?” you asked in fake surprise. “Are you sure about that?”

“Stop before–”

His words were replaced by a moan as you pressed your lips against his, teeth clashing as you consumed his mouth in a fiery kiss. He tried to resist you, to stay still, but your tongue insistently pressing against his lips made him open his mouth to fully taste you.

He was breathless when you finally broke the kiss in search of air, panting with your naked chest pressed against his clothed one. The hand with the gun laid firmly by his side, but the other one shook with the will to touch your naked body.

“You have such a pretty mouth,” you said as you slowly dropped kisses along his jaw, “I’m sure you can do wonderful things with it.”

He gulped as he tried not to expose his neck to you, still trying to control his body as you slid your wet cunt along his shaft. He could feel how wet you were, hot and dripping and calling for him like a siren to a sailor.

He was going mad with lust.

“W- Who are you?” he asked, hand raising to touch your mask. He wanted to at least know your face.

“That,” you stopped him by grasping his hand and lowering it down to cup your breast, “will remain a mystery. If I can’t know your name it’s only fair you don’t know mine either.”

He groaned at the feeling of your hard nipple under his palm, at the round and soft flesh that filled his hand just right. It made his mouth water.

“Who are you?” he asked again, this time in a firm tone he wasn’t feeling.

You stared down at the gun now pressed right under your left breast and laughed.

“I’m the one that is going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to stop.”

He was sure he passed out for a second. The feeling of your hot cunt swallowing all of his length at once made him roll his eyes back in his skull. The sudden wave of blind pleasure that went through him almost made him come right there. You gave him no time to get used to it as you started bouncing up and down his cock, moaning against his lips as you kissed him and swallowed the incoherent sounds that came out of his mouth.

A voice in the back of his head screamed at him to stop and focus on his duty. He should be stopping more murders from happening, not having sex with who could as well be a murderer. He was out of control and he barely had the necessary strength to care about it. So he decided to work things differently; a plan that was a win-win in his favor.

It was with great effort that he put the gun back in the waist of his pants. Both of his hands were now free, and he was set on making good use of them.

You let out a tiny scream when his hands went around your waist to turn you around and lay you on the mattress, all that without ever pulling out. He started thrusting into you at a furious pace, hands keeping your thighs wide open for him as he let himself drown in the pleasure your body provided.

Your cunt pulsed around him, keeping him in a tight, warm grip every time he filled you up. You felt so good, skin soft under his touch, moaning in his ear in a way that was making him go insane. He felt like he was burning, sweat running down his neck and heart beating like it was going to jump off his chest.

“Take this off,” you ordered as you tried to pull open his jacket. “I want to feel you.”

He ignored your words as he buried himself even deeper inside you, mouth marking your neck as one of his hands went down to flick your clit. You gripped his hair with a whine when his thumb started drawing eights on your swollen bud, pressing your body even harder against his.

Fuck, how he wanted to press his skin against yours. But he couldn’t. There was a barrier he had to keep, something that reminded him that what he was doing was wrong.

He could feel your orgasm coming closer as he tried to control his own, pussy tightening even more around him before your body shook and your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was too weak not to follow suit, groaning against your neck as he came inside you, hands gripping your thighs as hard as he could.

He let himself rest on top of you for a moment – organizing the rest of his plan in his head – before finally pulling out, hissing from the sensation.

“You’re going to tell me who you are now?” you panted, still laying on the bed, legs opened and his cum dripping down your ass.

Junho felt even more frustrated when his cock twitched in response to your body, head shaking in response to your words.

“You are the one that needs to talk,” he said as he started taking his jacket off, “not me.”

“And how are you going to do that?” you asked as you sat up, fixing your mask before starting to crawl towards him with an appreciative look in your eyes. “By forcing me to- oh my… I knew you had to be pretty everywhere else too.”

He tried not to react to your words as he dropped his shirt on the floor beside his jacket, chiseled chest now in full view to you.

His hand tightened around his belt as he kneeled on the bed, waiting for you to stop in front of him. His body reacted instantly to your touch, a smirk gracing your lips as you noticed the way the airs on his arm stood up, or how his semi-hard cock twitched just before you wrapped your hand around him.

“Ready for round two, are we?” you whispered against his lips before starting to kiss down his chest, fingers grazing his abs as your other hand lazily jerked him off.

He closed his eyes as he internally screamed at himself, trying to regain control over the lust still clouding his thoughts.

“Lay down,” he said as he grabbed you by the wrists, pulling you back down on the mattress.

You let him manhandle you as he climbed on the bed, again in-between your thighs, hands kept over your head in a tight grip. He was now the initiator, pressing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss, teeth pulling at your bottom lip. He enjoyed the moment, finally feeling your skin against his as his hands worked on something over your head.

“What are you doing?” you asked when he broke the kiss and pulled away to sit back on his heels, staring at you with fire in his eyes.

“Getting my answers.”

You yelped when he turned you around, hands bound over your head as you were now with your back to him. You watched over your shoulder as he pulled out a phone and his gun, both pointing right at you.

“You’re going to tell me everything I need to know,” he said, finger on the trigger as he pressed the voice recording app on his phone before throwing it on the bed.

“Or what?” you teased, tilting your ass up to bump against his groin. “I know you’re not going to shoot me.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Oh, please,” you laughed. “I’ve looked a lot of bad men in the eye, and I can assure you that you’re not one.”

He was now set on proving you wrong.

You cried out when he grabbed your hips, tilting them up before ramming into you in one hard thrust, gun pressed against the back of your head. His body shook as he started getting in and out of you, hips slapping against your ass while he tried to keep his actions cold and calculated. He didn’t want to enjoy this too much.

“Give me names,” he said in time with his thrusts. You only moaned in response, face buried on the mattress and hands gripping the bed sheets as you ignored his words. He repeated the question, now with a slap to your ass that made you cry out in pain. “Now!”

“F- Fuck me better and maybe I will,” you teased, followed by a moan at a particularly hard snap of his hips.

Junho was getting frustrated again, gripping the gun in his hand even tighter as he took the safety off before aiming it at your temple. He had to make you fear him somehow.

“Tell me everything you know,” he said as he stopped his movements, gripping your hair to pull your head back, eyes locked on yours. “I need names, locations, associates, everything you know.”

“Cop or reporter?” you asked in response, a smug smile on your lips.

“Start talking!”

“Hmm, definitely a cop…” you said, laughing at the expression on his face, “too much pent-up anger.”

He was getting seriously pissed off. Your teasing, your smugness, your unwillingness to cooperate… everything about you was starting to frustrate him beyond everything he had gone through since he got there.

“Fine,” he spat, forcing your face back against the mattress “don’t talk.”

He was done playing nice.

Your moans turned into cries of pleasure as he went back to fucking you, not caring at all if he was being too rough. He wanted you to hurt, to be afraid. He needed that if he wanted to make you talk. He kept his gun on you just because, fully knowing that – while it did nothing to persuade you – it helped him feel like he had control.

He watched as you came undone under him one, two times, stopping and replacing his cock with his fingers every time he felt close to coming himself. All he wanted – all he needed – was to make you lose control, make you beg for mercy one way or another.

Your body trembled when you came a third time, laying flat on the mattress as you were unable to hold yourself on your wobbly knees. He let you, fingers pumping in and out of you as he kept your legs spread open on either side of his body. Your sensitive pussy clenched around his fingers as you let out another cry, trying to close your legs as he flicked your clit, set on making you come as many more times as he could.

“Stop,” he heard you say, voice muffled as you hid your face on the curve of your arm, “I- I can’t take it anymore.”

He replaced his fingers with his cock, hissing at the sensation as he ignored your begging and the way you tried to push him away. He had to keep going, he had to break you if he wanted to get what he needed. His dick was burning from all the overstimulation, so hard and red he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold it in any longer. He needed the release. He didn’t care as you told him to stop, moaning in unison with him as he now used you for his own pleasure – hard thrusts turning sloppy as he finally let go – burying himself as deep inside you as he could.

He was fully on top of you as he came back to his senses, gun forgotten on the mattress as his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. He panted with you, forehead pressed against your shoulder blades as he tried to find the words to ask again.

“Start talking.”

You said nothing, lips trembling as you let out shaky breaths. He worried for a moment if he had crossed a line – and hurt you too much – when you smirked.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” you said in a hoarse voice, tied hands going over your head to comb through his sweaty hair.

He closed his eyes at your touch, feeling incredibly sleepy all of a sudden. He would’ve fallen asleep right there if he had been anywhere else. He was tired and disappointed with himself; all of his effort with you had led to nothing.

“I really don’t know anything,” you said, making him open his eyes at your words, “everyone’s anonymous and everything is treated with the utmost secrecy. Sorry.”

He said nothing as he lifted himself on the mattress, pulling out of you with a groan before standing up on shaky legs. You looked at him over your shoulder, mask still miraculously on as you admired the way his caramel skin looked all sweaty under the bedroom light, now soft dick shining with your combined juices.

Junho ignored your stare as he rushed to put his clothes on, mind already formulating a new plan. He still needed more evidence and a way to safely get off that island. He had to contact his boss and get backup.

He grabbed his gun and his phone, finger hovering over the delete button as he wondered if that voice recording was going to be useful or not. He sighed before deciding to keep it; for what he wasn’t sure yet.

He sent you one last look before turning for the door.

“Are you really going to leave me without a goodbye kiss?” your words stopped him in his tracks. “At least take this off before you go.”

He took a deep breath before turning to face you, kneeling back on the bed to release you of the belt still binding your wrists together. He barely had a chance to stand before you grabbed his jacket, pulling him close before clashing your lips together. He tried not to kiss you back, but the insistent tongue grazing his lips was too good to resist. You consumed each other’s mouths until you were breathless, time where he broke the kiss and turned back towards the door without another word.

“Will I see you again?” you asked.

He turned the handle and opened the door, making sure the hallway was empty.

“Yeah,” he said over his shoulder before walking out, “in front of a court of law.”

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[7wanderingpaws]

Always, yours (4)

Word count: 5.5K

Warnings: language

tags: @geniusloey​ (let me know if you want to be added!)

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Baekhyun blinked a couple of times, not taking notice of the baby cries gradually ceasing to quiet whimpers in the background.

“How can I help you?” he asked the stranger but before he could properly look into the stranger's eye, he saw the distraction in them. Baekhyun frowned, looking back over his shoulder to see you peeking out of the babies' room.

“I'm Lee Junho,” said your trainer, watching as Baekhyun turned back to face him. “I came to see your wife.”

“In what matter?” asked Baekhyun, confused and a little perplexed as to why was someone like him looking for you?

“She forgot-”

“Oh! Junho!” you came rushing down the corridor, holding the baby's head securely in your hold as you went to stand next to your husband, his arm somehow sneaking around your waist once you stood next to him. “What are you doing here?” you asked a little breathlessly, unsure about what to make of his sudden appearance at your house. You were very taken aback and a little worried. He was quite nosy, so him coming to your place didn't sit well with you. And now he was back at your door?

Baekhyun's arm unconsciously tightened around you, ignoring the baby in your arms completely, his hawk eye set on the strange man that you seemed to know and be even friendly with.

“You forgot your sweater at the gym on Thursday,” he told you and handed you a pretty gift bag, waiting for you to take it.

You frowned. “But I didn't-” you blinked a few times, trying to remember what was happening on Thursday besides you being an irresponsible mother. “I didn't change my clothes,” you murmured eventually, heat creeping up into your cheeks as you took the bag and had Baekhyun hold it. He took it with his free hand and let you peek inside, checking the piece.

When you still didn't recognize the clothing, you started to think you must have gone crazy. Maybe it was Baekhyun's shirt that you didn't recognize? How could you not, you were the laundry fairy in the house; you even knew each stain of every clothing in the household.

“Do you feel better?” asked you Junho, not waiting for your confirmation about the sweater. “You must have gone through a hard time on Thursday.”

You looked back at him, forgetting the sweater completely. “Eh, yeah, I was just fine,” you replied, absent-mindedly.

“Thank you for helping out my wife,” Baekhyun spoke up out of nowhere, probably observing the situation and putting two and two together. Junho was your trainer. 

Junho dragged his eyes back to Baekhyun, meeting his gaze rather intensely. “Well, she was very shaken up. I couldn't leave a beautiful woman by herself, could I?”

Your heart started to beat louder at the tone of Junho's voice and at the choice of his words. The way he said the word beautiful and let his gaze graze you for a second before returning it back to Baekhyun's stiff posture… He was thinking about you being beautiful the whole time? He seemed like he was challenging Baekhyun into an invisible fight and that was quite the surprise. In a way, it was also quite the challenge since Junho knew you were married, yet he dared to talk to your husband like that.

“Ah, it was alright-”

“Well, she was not alone,” rebutted Baekhyun, still calm. If he was angered by Junho's words, he didn't let it show, but it certainly did not sit well with him; the way he called you beautiful as if you were any woman. “She was with her good friend who would have taken great care of her.”

“I find it hard to believe; father not being present with the mother that has to take care of three kids.”

“Junho,” you spoke up in warning and, Baekhyun once again tightened his arm around you. You didn't understand what had gotten into the male.

“And your business into our family?” growled Baekhyun, slowly getting agitated. “I'm seeing you for the first time and I don't like you coming to our apartment just to bring a sweater that doesn't even belong to my wife,” he snapped angrily. “Whatever excuse it was that you needed for you to come here.”

“It isn't any of my business. But she is young and home alone for most of the days, and having to take care of all the matters by herself is difficult. You should take better responsibility and make sure she is fine.”

“Junho, what the hell?” you managed to snap as well, not liking how him and Baekhyun were talking as if you weren't present. Junhee was in her blissful obliviousness, her head in your breasts, magically always finding them.

“You're not the one I will tell how hard I try to make it all work,” said Baekhyun sharply and you were slowly getting a bad feeling about this. Goodness, don't let these two start a fight over a complete misunderstanding?

“Don't be ridiculous,” you told Junho, “all is fine. I don't need you to watch out for me nor my family.”

“I'm sorry, it was just so sad to see the empty apartment when we arrived.”

You felt like laughing in disbelief, especially when he pulled the puppy eyes at you. He looked incredibly cute and handsome but you could sense the sternness of his eyes when he shot a look at Baekhyun who went rigid at the word “we”.

“It was okay,” you repeated in a small murmur as you grew uncomfortable in the tense air. Baekhyun's hand left your waist.

“Thanks a lot for your concern,” added Baekhyun. “And thanks for the free sweater I guess.”

Just then, as if all the Gods were standing on your side in that moment, another baby started to cry, bringing the fruitless conversation to a halt.

Feeling Junhee’s mouth on your clothed breast, opening and closing around nothing in particular, you quickly shook your head. “I'll see you another time,” you said, wanting this to be over.

“Remember what you promised?” asked Junho after he nodded in understanding. “I'll wait for your message.” He looked at Baekhyun whose face became a complete rock. He was hard to read and, with anxiety bubbling in your tummy, you tried to rake your brain over the last time you saw him like that.

“Good luck. Take care of your wife or someone else will.” And he turned around, not bothering to go down with the elevator, instead taking the staircase.

You exhaled a small breath of relief, your body deflating before giving Baekhyun's profile a wary glance. “Honey-”

“I'll start preparing lunch,” he muttered to you quietly and he closed the door. Without looking at you, he turned and disappeared in the kitchen, leaving you with Junhee in your arms and a crybaby to take care of.

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You were changing Juna's diaper when Baekhyun reappeared in the doorway to the babies' room. The little nursery corner was right by the door, so he just leaned against the doorframe, his hands pushed into the pockets of his joggers as he watched with a frown how your hands worked, not even noticing Juna's smiley eyes looking up at you when you blew a raspberry against her baby tummy.

He spoke your name slowly, bringing your attention to him. At once, you looked up expectantly. The way he was acting a little distant made you somehow disconnected from him and that was something you never wanted to experience. “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” you breathed, too fast. “I’ll just finish this-” you skillfully fastened the nappy around Juna's tummy before dressing her into a cute one piece. Since you knew Baekhyun wanted to have a serious talk, you put Juna back to her crib, hoping the triplets would be okay without a little attention from the both of you for a bit.

Baekhyun waited for you and then you walked to the living room, ending up on the couch, sitting down; Baekhyun was facing the front while you were sitting sideways, wanting to see him well.

“Tell me what's on your mind,” you requested softly, reaching out to caress his shoulder. You didn't think he would become a little cold but he came to talk to you. So you wanted to listen. 

He looked at you when he felt the touch, his eyes softening when he saw the way you were looking at him. “I know you must be shocked at what Junho said and, trust me, I am too.”

“I don't like him,” he said matter-of-factly. “And, sweetheart, he obviously doesn't consider you just as a customer.”

You pursed your lips. “I've been only twice there.”

“And yet, you managed to blow him off his feet,” he said, somehow teasingly, making you giggle. “Which I don't like,” he added, his small smile diminishing and with it yours too. “What did he mean with the promise?”

You clicked your tongue. “It's nothing.”

He quirked a disbelieving eyebrow at your simple, but non-satisfying answer. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“I mean it, Baekhyun,” you shrugged, “I just said I'll contact him once I'm ready to start over.”

“You won't start over. At least not with him and not in his gym.”

“But Sukyeong is going-”

“No,” Baekhyun said strictly, his eyes piercing through you. “I don't want you to go to that gym anymore.”

“Why? Just because he is caring?”

At that, Baekhyun pulled away from you in disbelief as he faced you on the sofa. “Caring? You're joking, right? He likes you.”

“Just because someone calls someone beautiful doesn't mean they have a crush on them,” you rebuked, getting furious quite quickly. You didn't like the way he told you what to do. You didn't like the tone of his voice and neither did you appreciate he could do whatever he wanted just because he was your husband. 

Baekhyun was observing you with a very serious expression, not entertained by your answer. A small storm was visible in his dark, cloudy eyes and you felt like you said something very wrong. Wordlessly, he was taking in your countenance as if calculating you and whatever it was that went through your mind that he couldn't seem to decode. “It's not like that, sweetheart,” he told you finally. “The way he looked at you-- no” he stopped himself, hating even the idea. “You won't be meeting him again. He is a creep!”

“You're jealous,” you stated the very obvious. “You just don't like that someone actually finds me pretty?”

“What?”

You dared to push out your chin. “You heard me. Someone else is interested in me so now you are trying to pull me back to hide me?”

Stunned, Baekhyun let himself rest against the couch, his eyes almost drying out as he wasn’t blinking. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, but I don’t like how you’re acting, Baekhyun! I feel flattered that he thinks of me as someone pretty - after all, look at the way I changed! I’m only twenty-two but I lost my lean body and my hormones are going crazy… you know you don’t have a reason to be jealous but for once someone shows interest and you want to hide me!”

“You’re my wife!” He raised his voice as well, but still kept it in an acceptable tone. You didn’t hear how your words sounded in Baekhyun’s mind who understood them in a completely wrong manner than that of your intention. You were a taken woman, why was another man’s opinion important to you? His words should be the only words you deemed important. “What makes you think I like another man ogling at you? Had I known that kind of a man is teaching you I wouldn’t have let you go! You even found him hot, too - you admitted it,” he added in a menacing tone, his eyes shining with anger.

Baekhyun wasn’t jealous often, that was true. He was a man who could keep it together and mostly, if he caught another guy staring at you, he’d feel pride because you were always his. Ever since you entered womanhood you were his. But now, the way your trainer just pushed himself into your private life and knew too much, he didn’t like it one bit.

“I was trying to tease you!” You snapped loudly. “Because you’re so busy with working that I just wanted some attention from you! I only ever want your eyes on me, not another man’s!” You inhaled, feeling your eyes burning up. “And yes, it feels nice to be appreciated by someone else. You have women staring at you whenever we as much as go grocery shopping and it makes me feel so stupid. You’re dressing up to impress your students, Baekhyun, and if you think all your lady students are innocently looking at you, you’re wrong. And I trusted you with Jiyoung-“

“I never gave you a reason to doubt me with Jiyoung,” growled Baekhyun through gritted teeth but you didn’t cower. You had a lot to say out of nowhere.

“I don’t care. You were busy with her enough. I met Junho twice and he got overly attached. That isn’t my fault and you shouldn’t be punishing me for that!”

“I’m not punishing you, I’m worried about you,” he emphasized, growing frustrated at your attitude. “You were very fast to jump to ridiculous conclusions when you first saw Jiyoung yet I never said anything to attack you! And I don’t care what my students think about me! One thing is to have a crush, another is to actually talk with someone who likes you and even make stupid promises to them and giving them false hopes!”

“I didn’t promise him anything, Baekhyun, I just said-“

“-that you’ll see him soon!” he shouted, now fully angry. 

“You wouldn’t be like this if you trusted me!”

“We ended up at a fucking hospital because you were so fucking jealous of me having a female colleague! Talk about trust now, huh?!”

That one hit you. His sharp words, that were specifically crafted against you, hurt you. Surely, he didn’t mean it but he said it and he used your weak pregnancy state against you in an inappropriate manner.

“Right. And I suffered through eight months of painful pregnancy because I fucked myself, right?!” you spit and stood up, storming away from him.

“Come back here, young lady! Right now!” You heard Baekhyun stand up as well, his hands on his hips as he saw your retreating figure. You rarely swore, so he understood the situation was bad.

But you didn’t listen. Without realizing, you ran into your shared bedroom and started stripping, wanting to get out of the house. You were infuriated at the argument when you already told him everything before Junho’s unexpected visit. He wasn’t supposed to be getting mad about something out of your control.

Quickly putting on a light summer dress, you tied your hair up and headed out with your small purse and wallet.

Baekhyun saw you pass him, headed for the door and he followed you right away. “Where are you going?! It’s hot outside and I’m not done talking to you!”

“I’m done talking to you!” you seethed as you put on your sandals. “You take care of the babies. It wasn’t because of them I ended up in the hospital, so you shouldn’t be mad at them for giving me a hard time. Blame the friggin jealousy or whatever!”

With that you turned, opening the door. You heard Baekhyun’s exasperated exhale before the door slammed shut.

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You went for a short walk before the heat, combined with suffocating humidity, chased you into a cafe, seeking refuge in their air-conditioned, cozy space. You weren’t drinking coffee for obvious reasons but you needed a little kick and iced americano was the cheapest option for your wallet. With a defeated, heavy sigh, you ordered the coffee, pleasantly surprised when the kind bartender gave you a small cookie as a gift to your beverage. You must have looked like death if someone a little younger than you could recognize your emotions mirroring on your face.

You thought Baekhyun would be bombarding you with messages like he started to do since the birth of the munchkins but he wasn’t. He was overly worried about your whereabouts when you were with the triplets. Maybe now he was trying to give you space like you indirectly asked for.

At least you could think over what happened. You still felt hurt and, frankly, you were still ignited with passion about him being jealous. He didn’t like someone else telling you you were pretty. You could understand, of course you could. But him wanting to prevent you from going back to the gym was just annoying.

Your whole life Baekhyun was the only one you had eyes for. He was fast to try to pursue you; it was a mutual crush, a mutual attraction later on. You never got to experience other boys or men, you never even had a kiss with someone else. Baekhyun had you completely to himself since you were an old enough of a teenager and, honestly, he didn’t have to fight for you. It wasn’t like you had competition going on around you. There were a lot of crazy moments but he knew he could get you, and he did. So now, when someone else showed interest, it was a little foreign to you and to him, too. That was the point you didn’t like. He wasn’t used to having to fight for you. He wasn’t used to having to prove himself to you because you were that simple of a girl and now a woman. Baekhyun was Baekhyun and that was an argument no other boy could ever win over. Ever.

Suddenly, you felt like crying. Baekhyun was taking you for granted. Maybe you were too comfortable too and didn’t realize how easily your life could change if he weren’t by your side. But you still burned with anger when he wouldn’t trust you and would want to hide you, tuck away from curious eyes because you tried to get back on the normal track after being pregnant and so busy with triplets.

He had it easy, you thought bitterly as you swallowed an equally bitter sip of americano. He still had his too-perfect body. He could still continue his professional life. He was never sacked for being a woman that was soon to be a mother. He was never harassed at work for his gender. And yet, when you finally could taste a bit of life, he’d want to take it away.

You scoffed out loud, unaware of other customers giving you a worried look as you gulped down the coffee. Unfortunately, your little time to think had to come to a quick and very disappointing end. The pressure was there for a while now and you were irresponsible enough to ignore it but you definitely couldn’t afford that anymore. Wetness was slowly making its way in your bra, the textile too thin and therefore quickly leaking to your summer dress. Soon enough, it would start dripping.

Unhappily groaning to yourself, you quickly went to the bathroom, unable to make a dash for your home because you walked quite off your neighbourhood. You’d need at least ten minutes and when the breast milk was leaking, we were talking about seconds.

Following the typical process, you yanked down your shirt along with your bra, letting the strong stream spring free, painting the surroundings white. With a scrunched up face, you could only look and wait.

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You came home more than two hours later. Tears staining your cheeks, you were exhausted and tired. An old lady shouted at you for keeping the toilet busy and then you had to ask for help from the staff, hoping they would borrow you a shirt to cover up until you got home, your dress completely ruined. This Saturday sucked in every possible way. And now you had to face Baekhyun. You already decided you would ignore him but you were also dreading the duty of tending to your little ones. You really couldn’t do it. Not in that moment, and not in that emotional state.

The apartment was quiet and the blinders were let down half-way to block out the strong summer sun heating up the place. You peeked in the babies’ room, just to find it empty. Sighing, your nose prickled again and you locked yourself up in the guest bathroom, desperately needing a shower. Baekhyun must have taken the kids out, you thought.

Scrubbing your skin clean, you were only satisfied when the shampoo would completely take over your senses. With tears rolling down your cheeks, you did small massaging circles into the stretch marks painting your breasts, tummy, backside, and thighs. Maybe if you tried hard enough, they’d disappear. You tried hard enough during pregnancy.

Finally, you turned the water off and brought a clean towel around your body, feeling a little better. Your eyes were swollen, that couldn’t have been helped.

You trudged around the apartment, finding everything motionless and quiet until you looked into the bedroom, finally spotting your precious family on the bed, each of them peacefully sleeping. Baekhyun had his back to the door and he made a little barrier around the babies so if they wanted to explore some new body movements they wouldn’t fall.

You didn’t know how he managed it when you felt like everything was a mess when you were with them alone. You left for more than two hours and he seemed like he barely broke a sweat.

You contemplated your next moves; should you wake him? You needed a change of clothes anyway.

Tiptoeing inside, you went to the walk-in closet, finding a clean, nursing shirt before you slid into it and left the small space. Baekhyun was fast to turn his head, his eyes looking wide-awake as if he never slept in the first place.

He saw your puffy cheeks and swollen eyes and it tugged on his heart. “Sweetheart,” he whispered almost inaudibly, reaching his hand out to you.

You were looking at him and at his outstretched hand, the ring on it shining.

I’m sorry, you wanted to say. Let’s not fight, you wanted to add. But his hurtful words came back to you, and you realized that it really wasn’t your place to apologize. It wasn’t your place to apologize about failing as a mother, either. It was only natural that you made mistakes. It was situations like those that made you realize quite a difficult reality: nobody knew what they were doing as parents. Your own parents never knew what they were doing. Baekhyun’s parents never knew what they were doing; something went right and something went wrong. You were allowed to make mistakes; as long as you learned from them.

Baekhyun saw your troubled eyes and he slowly sat up, eventually moving to stand in front of you. “I’m sorry,” he breathed quietly, his eyebrows scrunching up in worry when you kept staring at him, wordlessly.

You licked your dry lips, averting your gaze. “Let’s talk outside,” you murmured and walked over to the door. You quickly checked whether the babies were still sleeping and whether the barrier was strong enough and you left, not waiting for Baekhyun who grabbed the baby monitor.

Taking a glass, you filled it with water, needing the liquid in your parched mouth. Anxiety was eating you up and you were exhausted. You hoped Baekhyun would say the right words, for you couldn’t bear another fight.

“I’m sorry,” he said as soon as he reappeared, going straight to you. He held your waist gently while his free hand put the monitor down on the counter. He was quick to hold you with his other hand as well. “I was mad. I am still mad,” he said, desperately searching your gaze. “I’m not sorry for being jealous because I can’t bear the idea of another man looking at you the way he did and the way only I am allowed to look. But I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you and I’m sorry for making you feel like a caged woman and mother. It shouldn’t be like that and I told you several times that I’d never want you to become one but-“ he sighed, shaking his head gently as he looked on the floor before bringing his eyes back up to yours, “I unconsciously made it like that and I feel guilty.”

If you were an anime character, huge, diamond-like tears would be brimming your eyes, making you look incredibly cute but also incredibly heart-broken. Baekhyun apologized and admitted to his wrong doings and it made you relieved.

“Baby, say something,” he urged you breathily and brought his hand up to your cheeks. You were wordlessly staring at him with bulging eyes and he was growing anxious with each second.

“Please don’t talk like that anymore,” you finally whispered after trying to control the lump in your throat. “You know I tried my best while being pregnant and that one time-“

“Shh, shh, no, don’t talk about it,” he said quietly with urgency in his voice. He shook his head as he spoke. “That was the stupidest shit I’ve ever said and I’m sorry. Completely uncalled for… I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He pressed his forehead against yours, letting his eyes close.

You breathed out and finally let your hands rest on his sides, feeling his ribs underneath. Following him, you closed your eyes as well. “It hurt.”

“I know,” he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against yours, eyes still closed. “I’m such a fucking dumbass. You suffered so much because of me; I made you pregnant and I made you go through hell and… Shit, I’m sorry.” When he talked like that, with his breath on your lips and the tip of his nose brushing against yours, you couldn’t help but melt, gradually forgetting every bad and unexpected thing that happened. Instead, you breathed in his gentle scent and enjoyed his close proximity. His thumbs brushed under your eyes and just then you realized the tears were rolling down your cheeks and his hands. “Jesus, if I make you cry any more I swear I’ll never forgive myself,” murmured Baekhyun against your lips and you opened your eyes just to find him staring intently at you, his eyes scrunched in worry, much more puppy-like then they usually were. He slid his hand over your cheek and ear until he rested it on the back of your head, bringing you into a sensual hug. He was fast to hide his face in the crook of your neck and you pressed your forehead against his shoulder.

You stood like that for a few minutes, until Baekhyun was sure you calmed down. “Thank you for giving me space.”

“Of course. Just don’t leave like that next time,” he muttered in your ear. “I was worried and it’s hot outside and-“ he was fast to pull away from you, holding you by your upper arms. “What about your breast milk? You didn’t even pump…” he trailed off when he saw how your face fell. Shaking your head, you were hoping it would tell him just enough, the memory of the elderly lady scolding you bringing a fresh set of tears into your eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed with pity, once again embracing you, this time more tightly, wanting to console you. Baekhyun knew how sensitive you could get. It must have been an unpleasant situation. “You go through so much shit and yet I only make it worse.”

“No!” This time, you pulled away. “It isn’t like that Baekhyun. You’re a new professor, it’s not like you can do as you please. And,” you shrugged, “I’m glad you care enough to be jealous.”

“What kind of expression is that?” Baekhyun looked puzzled as he wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, eventually brushing your hair behind your ear while you shrugged again. “I always care. If it’s you, I’m always interested and I always want to know. I always want to protect you. Junho is a guy and I know how guys are, baby.”

“I just… don’t want you to take me for granted.”

Baekhyun gasped, horrified, somehow making him look surprised. “No, no, I would never-“ he stopped himself, hurt and guilt flashing in his eyes. “Have I made you feel that way?”

“No, but…”

“But?”

With a sigh, you shook your head. “It’s not important. Actually it’s stupid. Forget that I said it.”

“No, explain-“

Baby whimpers interrupted your discussion and, for some reason, you felt relieved. With a small smile, you stepped back from him. “Not important.”

“Sweetheart,” his arms chased after you and he grabbed you just in time before you could completely walk out of his personal space. The whimpers were gradually increasing and changing into dissatisfied cries. Baekhyun didn’t care though and he brought you back to him, pecking you on the lips. “I want to finish this talk later.” His hand sneaked around your lower back, his hand sliding over your bum, unintentionally bringing fire into your insides.

“Okay,” you whispered bewitched as you watched his parted lips.

He hummed and kissed you longer, his hand caressing your bum cheek. With a smooch, he separated. “Okay.”

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As usual, the both of you got preoccupied with the daily tasks. You spend hours breastfeeding while Baekhyun prepared food for the both of you, not having enough time to chat like he really wanted to.

He was mad about the way you felt and he was mad about himself. What did he do that wrong that you had such thoughts? If Junho and his liking towards you made you feel that way…

He shook his head as he was checking his phone, not really processing what he was looking at; an important email that needed his immediate tending, yet he couldn't bring himself to focus. When you appeared from the bathroom, only in a shirt, he let his eyes roam over your body, and then up to your messy hair and tired, but still beautiful face.

It was simple moments like these when he just craved you. He tried to suppress it, but the happenings of the day had him thinking a little differently and he was going crazy at the idea of Junho even thinking he had a chance with you. Of course he didn’t. You were married, for Christ’s sake. You were his, completely.

You slipped under the covers, sighing a little, satisfied. The temperature of the room was just perfect to have the shirt on and still be warm enough under the sheets. With eyes wide open you turned on your side, facing Baekhyun like an eager kitty. Baekhyun, sensing your intense stare, looked at you, the phone screen now dark from the inactivity and he smiled handsomely.

“Come cuddle,” you requested, inching your hand to his thigh under the covers. “Let’s enjoy the small peace.”

Baekhyun didn’t have to be told twice especially because it was coming from you. He put his phone on the bedside table and turned off the light, quickly turning to you.

You scooted over a bit too fast, just as Baekhyun was about to rest his head on the pillow; your lips brushed and you gasped, giggling.

“Just say you want a kiss,” murmured Baekhyun with a teasing tone, his own hand now resting on your hip. “I’d give you one anyway,” he added and dipped his head, pecking you repeatedly a few times. He grinned when he heard your silent squeal but you reciprocated each of his loving kisses. “Mmm, my baby.” His hand tightened as it inched further up, sensually caressing your ribs and the side of your breast, bunching up your shirt in the process. It had your breath hitch in your throat and desire grew in your tummy at once. Ever since you made up in the kitchen and his simple caress on your backside ignited passion in you, you couldn’t stop thinking about the moment you could share a little love with him. You couldn't get him out of your mind. Not while breastfeeding and watching him cook with his wide back turned towards you, not while washing the munchkins in the bathroom, both of you wet but smiley, and not now, when he was there, right next to you.

“Baekhyun,” you breathed, affected already. His hum made the hair on your neck stand. Your hand was on his cheek as your lips brushed against his. “Make love to me tonight.”

His caressing stopped only for a heartbeat before it resumed, not showing the way your gently uttered words affected him. “Hm, baby, if I do, I will be rough.” He rasped in a low voice. “I just don’t think I can control myself tonight, angel. Not after what happened.”

At that, your palms became sweaty and you eagerly scooted even closer, wanting to press your middle to his. “Then show me what you have in mind.”

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A/N: sorry, Im cutting it here because the next chapter will have mature content and I want to separate it from the chapters that have development so that those of you who are uncomfortable with M wont miss out :S hope thats okay! Also, if you read Mess We Made and see some similarities - there are. After all, Mess We Made is a super angsty au of Simply Yours. ^^

Lastly, the angst is far from over lol. There angsty days are coming. ^^ and the last “lastly”, Always Yours will have most probably more chapters than I intended. Depends on how much Ill manage to write and squeeze into chapters during my semester. Thank you ^^

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Persistence and Resilience

Lee Junho (2PM) x Reader

Anon Request: Hii! I know this might seem a little old, but can I request a scenario for 2PM’s Junho? Can I request an arranged marriage angst-fluff scenario where he already had an evil girlfriend and he’s cold to you somehow when you are so kind to him, then when you can’t take it any longer, you left and he started to miss you and realize that his girlfriend is cheating on him,,, fluff ending hehehe! I’m sorry if this is too hard though 😅

Summary: You accepted your life as the second child to a father with a big corporation a long time ago. You knew the arranged marriage would happen one day, but you expected a partner who also accepted their fate. However, the suitor your parents choose for you acts immature and unreasonable. Can this even work?

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Arranged Marriage AU. Contains angst, slight (implied but not described) smut, and a fluff ending. Strong language once or twice, slight violence

A/N: It isn’t exactly what was requested, but I started going based on the request and let my creative mind lead me where it did. I hope you still like it!

You knew the day would come, but you never expected it to be this chaotic. As soon as you reached a certain age, your parents started introducing you to sons of other big industry owners as your possible suitors. They only needed you as a pawn in the grand company scheme. Ultimately, neither you nor your brother could avoid it. Eventually, he'd inherit and run the company despite his dream of managing a small coffee shop, and you'd soon be forced to marry someone that could help business.

You met him twice before the marriage was announced, and he never paid you any mind. He never expected anything to happen. Plus, he has a secret model girlfriend, so why worry about his parents forcing him on dates? However, the announcement sends him into a rampage, especially since he hears the news from media outlets rather than from his parents.

You and your parents meet with his parents to discuss the wedding date and other important details when Lee Junho bursts in, fuming about the arrangement while dragging his clearly-bothered girlfriend behind him. Calmly, his father stands up, turns to Junho, and slaps him hard across the face.

"You will marry her. I don't care about your wants. The company comes first, and, as the oldest, it's about time you recognize that. You don't have to love each other; you only need to tolerate one another for the sake of our companies." Sitting back down, he turns to you, "I apologize for my son's attitude. Please, forgive him. He'll come around, but he's far too used to getting everything he wants."

"No worries, Mr. Lee. I understand his feelings and can look past them for the sake of this arrangement." You smile back, watching as your fiance shoots his father a disgusted look before storming out with his girlfriend.

"Thank you, Y/N." Mrs. Lee adds, "Your daughter is very well-mannered. She will be a welcome change to my son's wild lifestyle. Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N."

The dinner continues as boring as you expect. The next few months don't improve much either. You rarely see the man chosen as your husband, and his attitude never really improves. You try your best to be friendly and kind to him whenever you two interact, but he always blows you off.

The wedding day approaches, and, for once, Junho acts nice to you. Of course, you recognize that it's an act for the families and media, but it's the first time he hasn't treated you like dirt, so you enjoy the day as best you can. There isn't a honeymoon. Instead, your parents bring you and Junho together to explain that you'll be moving into his house by the end of the week to show the media that the relationship works well. They want people to believe the motivation for marriage is more than a simple merger.

Without a doubt, this infuriates your now-husband. He rarely meets his girlfriend to eliminate any potential gossip, and now he has to share his home with the one person he blames his suffering on. You, on the other hand, try to be optimistic and see this as an opportunity to become friends, regardless of how difficult the task may be. Slowly, you move your belongings into his house. He gives you a personal wing of the house, hoping to limit interactions between the two of you.

Over the course of the month, you learn Junho's typical schedule. Exercise in the early morning, followed by breakfast and a shower. Then, he stays in his office room most days until dinner, unless there's a company meeting he's forced to attend. After dinner on Thursdays and Saturdays, he leaves for hours, and you can only assume by the state of his clothes and hair upon return that he meets with his girlfriend on those nights. When you understand his schedule enough, you begin eating or cooking at the times he usually does, in hopes to grow closer. He accepts your presence but hardly talks to you. Any conversations you start with him fall flat quickly. Tonight, you decide to make Junho dinner.

He thanks you and sits down to eat. As you sit down across from him, you ask him about his girlfriend. This time, he finally decides to talk with you.

"She wants to go on a vacation soon, but I don't know how to go with her when I still have to think of my father's stupid company."

"Do you want help? We can pretend to go together. I'll bring my friend so it looks like a double date situation. Only if you want, though. I don't want to force you if it'll be a pain dragging me along."

He stares at you for a moment, wondering why you still try being nice when he's been nothing but mean to you, "Are you sure you'd want to do that? You won't feel weird about the situation?"

"Why would I? We don't have feelings for each other. This marriage is for our parents, but that shouldn't stop us from living how we want. If we help each other, it shouldn't be too hard to fake a healthy marriage."

Suddenly, Junho smiles brightly. You've never seen him smile so genuinely, so it shocks you enough to get your heart racing. As he thanks you and explains his plans, your mind wanders, thinking about how handsome he is when he's happy. When he asks whether you'd be okay with his plans, you snap back to reality and blindly accept his proposal.

As it turns out, the plan included a trip to an island your parents own. They agree without issue, hoping you and your husband can bond. The only setback to the trip is that the two rooms are separated by gender, meaning you'd be sleeping in the same room as his girlfriend while Junho rooms with your friend. Junho's strange optimism insists that this will give him an easy excuse to sneak into his girlfriend's room, as he can claim he wants to see you.

At first, you didn't see the issue with his plan. However, the asshole returns as he decides to make out with and even have sex with his girlfriend despite you being stuck there with them as a cover for him. After a few days, you give up. Your kindness can only extend so far, so you storm out as the lovebirds undress each other without a care in the world.

You stroll along the beach, meeting up with Changmin, the friend you brought along for company. You sit on the beach and talk. He tells you all about his fiancee and asks how you feel about your forced marriage. Changmin has been your close friend for over a decade, so he could see your frustration. He tells you to talk to Junho about his behavior. With a sigh, you admit that he's right, and you head back to your room, fully expecting him to still be there.

When you arrive, you hear moans through the door and decide not to enter until they're finished. Turning around to head back to the beach, you accidentally bump into someone directly behind you. Trying to make eye contact to apologize, you see Junho, who looks past you and at the door. Your eyes grow wide as he passes you, yanking the key from your hand and storming into the room. You rush after him in case you need to stop a fight, even though you're scared of that possibility.

You both see Junho's girlfriend and some random younger boy pushing away from each other. She hides her naked body under the covers while he quickly stumbles into his clothes on the way out. You expect Junho to scream at his girlfriend or punch the boy, but he just points to the door and tells her to leave and never talk to him again. She tries to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but Junho doesn't let it happen.

Raising his volume and strengthening his glare, he demands, "Get the FUCK out of my life!"

She wraps herself in the complimentary robe, grabs her bags, and rushes out the open door. Silence falls over the room. The scent of sex lingers and haunts him. He drops his arm and falls to his knees as he stares at the floor and tries to comprehend what happened.

You help him up from the floor and onto the bed. At that point, the man who appeared to lack a heart breaks down crying. You pat his back, so he leans his head on your shoulder. Ever since you've met him, you've never seen him drop his guard and be vulnerable. You stay with him until he cries out all his tears. When he composes himself, he apologizes, but you insist that it's perfectly fine.

After a short silence, he looks at you and asks, "Can I sleep next to you tonight? I think I need the comfort of another person."

"How about we sleep in your room then? The smell in here doesn't seem to be going away any time soon."

He agrees with a nod, so you both head to the next room, and you explain the situation to Changmin. He apologizes to Junho and asks if either of you need anything. When you both insist that you're fine, he retreats to his bed and puts his attention to his laptop. You and your husband get in the other bed together. He lays under the blankets and moves close to you for comfort. Not quite ready to sleep, you sit in the bed with his head in your lap as you scroll through your phone.

When your body finally relaxes, you put your phone on the bedside table and lay down. As you shift your body, you disturb Junho's sleeping form. He manages to find a new comfortable position with his head close to yours. In his sleep, his arm moves across your body, moving you closer to each other. You try to focus your mind on anything other than his closeness, and you eventually join him in sleep.

You wake up to movement and let out a groan as you stretch and open your eyes. Sitting on the bed, fully naked, is your husband. You quickly avert your eyes, making Changmin laugh at your shyness.

"Haven't seen your husband naked yet? Jeez, what will you do when your parents start bugging about having kids?"

You throw a pillow at him for even suggesting the idea, even though you understand that it will happen one day. Junho, however, decides to further provoke you by joining forces with your friend. He moves to you and hovers above you with a smirk.

"Should we make this fair? I haven't seen you naked either."

"I didn't look, so it's still fair right now." You speak quickly, hoping to escape the situation as soon as possible.

The boys just laugh at your reaction as Junho rolls off you and pulls on his underwear. When he tells you that it's safe to look, you finally begin to relax. You still avoid looking in his direction, but you're glad to know that he can still joke around despite the scene he witnessed the day before.

For the last day in your vacation, the three of you decide to roam around and have a good day despite the previous issues with the trip. At the end of the night, you head back to your room and begin to pack for the 3 AM flight back home. When Junho finishes packing, he heads over and asks whether you need any help. Since you're nearly finished, you thank him but decline his offer.

He sits down on the empty bed and looks at the wall before opening up, "Y/N, I'm sorry for how I treated you because of my girlfriend. I never expected her to be that person, but seeing her cheating on me made everything click into place. But, also, thank you so much for being so kind to me despite my terrible attitude. If you'll forgive me, I guarantee you that I'll be a lot less rude and a lot more open with you."

"Hey. Calm down with that heartfelt stuff. You're forgiven, Junho. I'd still like to have a working marriage with you for the sake of our families, so this is a good step forward." You place a hand on his shoulder and send him a smile as he turns to face you.

When he sends a warm smile back, you believe that good things will finally come after your persistent kindness and resilience with your husband.

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i’ll be back.

“You might not want to pull that trigger, Eunhee-ah.”

summary ⟶ Due to busy schedules for both individual, Eunhee came by to say goodbye since he will be enlisting the next month but it seems Junho has more to say to her.

timeline ⟶ April 2019

characters : Ahn Eunhee, Lee Junho (2PM), Nichkhun (2PM)

a/n ⟶ slight angst but a fluff ending, unrequited love but there’s a hope (?), mention of Got7 Jinyoung, slightly a long post

“Are you sure you want to do this, Eunhee-ah?” Nichkhun commented as he parked the car in front of where the girl had told him her next destination, eyeing onto a group of camera crew.

She followed his gaze as she finally saw whom the camera crew were shooting, to see Junho sitting on a bench with a cake and a plush toy. 

“Yeah, I just want to bid my farewells to him.” Eunhee muttered, turning towards Nichkhun as the older man could only nod. 

Nichkhun wanted to say more but he figured out Junho had to man up and say his own words to the bodyguard-investigator. 

He wanted to indicate towards Eunhee that Junho had some sort of feelings towards her a few months back but after seeing how she interacted with a member of Got7, Nichkhun held back his words.

The older men quickly told Junho about it and it seems Junho was truly heartbroken which is normal for every unrequited love, hence Junho started to avoid Eunhee.

“You know Junho—

“Likes me? Yeah, I realized that,” Eunhee cuts Nichkhun’s word, turning towards the older one as his face went frozen. He didn’t expect her to say that at all. Nichkhun tried to mouth out words but it turned out that he couldn’t say anything.

He was too shocked to hear how her words came out - she sounded confident. Nichkhun thinks he couldn’t cover it up because she isn’t wrong.

Eunhee knows that he was avoiding her - it was so obvious that Eunhee just accepted it and she somehow got to know that Junho had developed feelings for her after analyzing how Junho interacted with her all this while.

Eunhee was too blind and distracted with work to realize this, but the real question is, does Eunhee develop feelings for Junho too? 

The answer is obviously a yes. It was impossible not to have feelings for Lee Junho. The way he portrays himself makes Eunhee attracted to him. 

The day where she accompanied Junho home after attending the wrap-up party for ‘Just Between Lovers’ and till then, Eunhee was always there for him in unexpected timings and Junho somehow called this fate, bumping into each other for more than 3 times in the company building.

Eunhee learned that Junho was rather shy back then. She noticed the way he would always initiate to greet her with a shy smile while trying her very best to make eye contact with her. 

Until one day Junho mustered up his courage to have small talks with Eunhee as it turned into more.

One fine day Eunhee received a text from unknown number - which Eunhee asked a lot taken aback questions incase the unknown number was a sasaeng or someone that is a threat then to be revealed it was Junho himself who get her number form his manager, asking her out for lunch or a cup of coffee, it somehow turned into a regular routine.

Both getting to know more in depth about each other and Junho finding out Eunhee is Got7’s bodyguard.

“You might not want to pull that trigger, Eunhee-ah.” Nichkhun warned her, his face somehow turned seriously which he showed rarely - he only showed his serious expression when in meeting with the executives ever since 2PM are appointed as the directors of JYPE.

“He knows that Jinyoung somehow too had feelings for you. We all know, some of us saw how the Got7 boys looks at the 7 of you,” Nichkhun’s continued as his words came out soft yet firm as he sees Eunhee’s eyes went downcast, leaning back against the passenger seat as she was having her own thoughts.

Nichkhun knows how she feels. It’s strange that he would gain friendship with someone who isn’t from the entertainment industry. In fact he was happy when he made friends with The Bloody Roses’ girls. 

It all started with just one schedule that Eunhee had to accompany Nichkhun till now as friends who accompany each other to other member’s schedules or places one needs to go. 

Eunhee was torn apart from Junho and Jinyoung. 

“If things went bad for me and Junho, would you still be my friend?” Eunhee questioned towards Nichkhun as he chuckled softly, shaking his head. His hands went towards her hair, ruffling it slightly.

“Eunhee, we’re not kids. We’re adults! And of course we would still be friends - and I know Junho really well. He wouldn’t unfriend you just because you are going to reject him,” Nichkhun replied honestly with a weird look - hearing how weird Eunhee sounds with her statement.

Eunhee’s eyes slowly widened, hearing his words.

“How did you…” Eunhee trailed off, seeing Nichkhun smiling a little.

“I know you somehow had feelings for Junho but I guess you spent more time with Jinyoungie - Got7’s Jinyoungie, not our JYP-pdnim—

“Nich, that’s.. I don’t even want to think about it. That’s gross..” Eunhee made a disgusted look causing Nichkhun to gasp slightly while hitting Eunhee’s arm jokingly.

“He’s our boss!”

“Not anymore, he’s not exactly boss-boss, you get what I mean— okay, alright! I think they are wrapping up! Thank you for accompanying me Nichkhun, pee chai,” Eunee bowed to him slightly, earning a chuckle from him as it was a cue for her to get out of his car.

“Update me after seeing him! If I didn’t reply, I might be in Thailand custom’s,” Nichkhun informed her, seeing her looking at her phone - analyzing the timing since she was aware of Nichkhun’s schedules that day and the day where she would be fetching him when he returns back.

“Yes, you will be in Thailand custom’s. Drive safely,” Eunhee greeted him off as he could only waved towards her - driving him as Eunhee looked towards his car slowly disappearing from sight.

From far, she could already see Junho sitting on the bench alone while he was checking on his phone. Eunhee waved towards the camera crew people as they acknowledged her presence - and that’s when Junho looked up from his phone to see some of the crew waving towards a certain direction, also indicating her to have small talks.

Junho turned towards where they were waving at, to see the girl that had been on his mind since the day he had met her for the first time. 

His legs quickly jolted up, slightly running towards her with a smile that he was trying to hide.

“Eunhee! What are you doing here!?” Junho exclaimed slightly as Eunhee gulped slightly, her eyes glancing towards the crew that was eyeing to both of them with cheeky smiles.

“Urm.. can I talk to you, privately?” Eunhee’s voice came out softer than she expected, earning a reaction from Junho as he was examining her expression. He slightly glanced towards the staff crew, before turning towards Eunhee.

“Alright then, follow me,” Junho instructed as he told his manager that he would be in his own car with Eunhee to have a private moment. Junho wordlessly led Eunhee to his own car with Eunhee sitting on the passenger seat while Junho sat in the driver’s seat.

“Isn’t this… too private?” Eunhee commented, seeing Junho turning his body towards Eunhee with a raised brow.

“Well, this is the safest place since we are facing the walls unless you want to go public—

“No! Of course, not! Do you want to get unnecessary rumors and scandals!?” Eunhee exclaimed, causing Junho to chuckle - his eye smile showing.

“I don’t mind,”  

“Junho.” Eunhee dead-panned, seeing Junho leaning against the seat as he turned towards her with a playful shrug - with a smile unknowingly formed on his lips.

He was obviously lost in her features.

That’s how bad Junho fell for her.

“There’s a reason why I came here,” Eunhee decided to bring the original topic to why she is there that causes Junho to sit up, his eyes still making eye contact with her.

Junho’s face fell as he gazed into her expression, Junho is great at reading other people’s expressions - he was starting to doubt himself. He regretted not telling her the truth and he knew he was too late. 

“You’re in a relationship with Jinyoungie?” Junho whispered and Eunhee’s eyes slowly widened. She could only look at him in disbelief while trying to say out words but instead, silence filled the car.

“Junho—

“I knew it, actually. I guess I was the slow one. I should have made the first move.” Junho confessed with a sad smile that made Eunhee’s heart torn into pieces.

“It’s understandable actually. I mean, I see it too. The way you looked at him and the way he looked at you - although the two of you weren’t that touchy in public, which I am thankful for.” added Junho with a slight chuckle, his eyes never breaking eye contact with Eunhee who was being silent.

“I didn’t blame him, nor did I blame you. It’s just childish, isn’t it? That’s what Nichkhun hyung and Taecyeon hyung said. We promise not to stir any unnecessary drama or hatred towards each other in our own company. We are a family, they say,” Junho continued, his eyes finally turned away with a small sigh.

“I treat Jinyoung like my younger brother so… God, wait. I’m sorry, it’s not that you are unnecessary.. I mean—

“Junho! I.... I’m not in a relationship with Jinyoung!” Eunhee finally cuts his words - causing Junho to snap towards her with widened eyes.

“Not now,” Eunhee muttered slightly, earning a small, sad smile from Junho. He knew what she meant - Junho knew she was interested in Jinyoung but he guessed Eunhee hadn't made a thought of being together with his junior. 

Junho then realized what he had said.

“I guess you have finally known my true feelings then,” Junho confessed and Eunhee smiled towards him, but soon it faded.

“We.. we’re still friends right? I don’t want our friend—

“Eunhee, you should know that I’m not young. You know very well that all 2PM members are falling into the less than 40s category. We are old and mature,” Junho informed her as Eunhee rolled her eyes slightly, while tilting her head.

“40s or less than that aren’t considered old. 90 years-old is old,” Eunhee dead-panned as she folded her arms, earning a chuckle from Junho - he knew he can’t be all sad when it comes to her, Eunhee has ways to make him laugh in every situation.

As Eunhee was about to say more, a knock was heard on the window to see Junho’s manager - indicating to him that he has to get ready to leave for another schedule. 

“Urgh.. I really want to say and talk with you more,” Junho muttered and Eunhee finally let out a smile - gesturing to him to come out of the car then followed by herself.

Junho proceeded to ask her more about Eunhee’s schedules in the near future, realizing she was getting really busy till the day he enlisted.

“You know I came here to wish you goodluck for your enlistment but you cut me off with you giving me a confession,” mentioned Eunhee as she stood in front of Junho in an area where people couldn’t see them yet they were near the staff crew.

“I know. Thank you for coming all the way here although you didn’t need to,” 

“You know I have to. You mean a lot to me as a close friend,” Eunhee smiled softly as she was met by Junho gripping onto his heart while making a hissed jokingly.

“Ouch! I’m close-friend zoned!” Junho playfully whines, causing Eunhee to chuckle while hitting his arm. The two proceeded to laugh and giggle due to hearing each other’s laughters.

Eunhee’s laugh drifted off as she turned her gaze towards his eyes, as she decided to make a first move by engulfing him into a side hug.

“I’ll see you when you return back,” said Eunhee softly, waiting for Junho’s response as she was instead met by Junho engulfing her with a tight hug - causing her legs to stumble backwards but due to Junho’s strong arms, he managed to make the both of them stood still.

Eunhee could hear a sigh at the back and when she could feel Junho pulling away from her, instead Junho stopped inches away from Eunhee’s face, gazing at her eyes - before giving a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Do I still have a chance?” Junho whispered and Eunhee’s eyes fell towards his lips then towards his eyes.

“If you are willing to wait for me,” Eunhee answered softly - she didn’t elaborate more but if Junho was clever enough and if he was into literature, he would know what she meant.

Junho finally let out a sincere smile, after seeing one from Eunhee as she nods before walking away. 

“Eunhee-ah!” 

Eunhee stops at her tracks, before turning towards him. 

“Good luck on your future endeavours! I’ll be back,” Junho slightly yelled since they were a little far from each other. Eunhee frowns slightly, letting out an amused chuckle.

“Just like your song- 2PM’s song ‘I’ll be back’?” Eunhee tilted her head, her smile automatically shown.

“Yes! I’ll be back!” Junho exclaimed jokingly with him posing, the way he sings his lines in the song.

Eunhee chuckles before waving towards him, as she took a few steps backwards before finally turning her back towards him with a smile on her face as she walked off.

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Faceless | fifteen

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Summary: Junho is hiding something and only you can uncover it.

Also known as Junho’s everyday life as a robot…or is he really?

(A/N: Suggested songs to listen to while reading this chapter in consecutive order —  I Don’t Know, Don’t Listen in Secret and Habit)

Junho knocks on the door twice. In a short moment of hesitation, he adds another one as he remembers some random superstition. Inside, he hears the bed creak as the girl gets up to answer the door. Her steps are weightless and he barely gets the time to rethink what he's about to do when all of a sudden, the door springs open.

"Hi," she breathes out.

Behind her, the digital clock flashes 1:30 am and Junho rethinks again if he's doing the right thing. The girl steps sideways, making room for him to enter. He wordlessly takes a step inside, still unsure of what to say or do.

In the back of his mind, Junho desperately wants to stay away from her for as long as he can. He's skipped classes so far and for the first time in his entire stay in the academy, he’s slept in the Headmaster's quarters. See, to Junho, things — in this case, people — out of his sight are things out of his mind. And guilt only awakens when a person sees the damage that he’s done.

Seeing the girl now with her eyes looking at him with none of the hatred that he assumes he’ll see, makes a wave of discomfort wash over him in a slow tide.

She closes the door behind her gently, as if any harder will make the entire building collapse. It dims the room a lot as the only source of light is the neon pink lamp sitting on her vanity. Her room smells as clean as Junho recalls but this time, there’s an underlying scent of something familiar. Vodka.

He shifts his eyes on the floor next to her bed and makes a face. “You’ve been drinking?”

“Just a little,” the girl replies, pinching her forefinger and thumb together to make a tiny space between them.

She walks back to her bed lightly and Junho has to convince himself that she hasn’t floated there instead. The bed makes a slight creaking noise again as she sits back down. Junho thinks he’s caught her at a bad time.

The girl gestures to a chair on the makeshift dining table. “Please sit.”

For the lack of any other thing to do, Junho follows her suggestion and moves to sit down on the nearest chair. He thinks she’s sober enough to talk seriously but that is until he accidentally knocks over several empty bottles lined up on the side of the table.

“YN, how much have you had to drink?”

The smile that she flashes him is loopy and unfocused and Junho only realizes now that her face isn’t red because of the lighting but because she’s flushed from the alcohol. The girl doesn’t answer him. Instead, she giggles and takes a swig from the bottle on the floor next to her bed.

“YN, how drunk are you?”

She picks up a piece of potato chip from the bag on her bed. “Not drunk enough, apparently, because I still can’t tell you what’s on my mind.”

Junho stills. There is a shift in the air and he knows what’s about to come down tonight could either break or make whatever it is that is between him and the girl.

He traces something on the table as he speaks, feigning disinterest. “Go ahead. Just tell me.”

“Why are you living your life like this?”

“Like what?”

The girl sighs and chugs down the vodka like it’s water. “It’s like you’re living two lives. I’m uneasy because I know both Junhos — in and out of the school grounds — and the two of them are nothing alike. And I keep thinking to myself, which one is the real one?”

Junho is uneasy, too, but he doesn’t show it. The mask of indifference that he puts on at that moment is made of iron and he’s pretty sure there’s no way it will slip tonight. So, he inspects his nails once, twice, and then, he turns to her.

“Why do you say so?” he asks evenly.

“See, you’re doing it again! You’re so used to me knowing the two faces that you use that you don’t know which face to put on while I’m around. Why can’t you just be you?”

The girl hasn’t yelled. What she’s done, in fact, was sob. Slowly and silently at first. But as she continues speaking, the tremble of her shoulders can no longer be ignored. And somehow, it infuriates Junho. She’s known him barely four months and she thinks she already knows him? How dare her?

The girl continues to sob, but it isn’t making any sense to him. “Why the hell are you crying?”

She looks up to him with a confused frown almost like she’s forgotten that she isn’t alone.

“Why are you crying, YN?”

Her expression then, suddenly morphs into something that is a cross between a frown and a sneer. “Because you’re so quick to change faces. One second you’re this funny, charismatic boy who sneaks out at night just to DJ at the nearby club and next you’re the polite but stoic son of the Headmaster who can never say no to his father even if it hurts him or others—“

Junho stands from his seat, indignant. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, but it is,” she laughs wryly. “Just admit it — you’re faceless, Cha Junho.”

For what it’s worth, Junho isn’t one to lash out on a drunk or half-drunk person but this time, the girl really hit a sensitive spot and he’s afraid, if he doesn’t stop her from speaking any time soon, she’s going to say more things that he can’t unhear.

So, he picks up the closest defense mechanism he can think of and lashes out on his own. “Faceless? The reason why I’m like this is because I need to — not because I want to. If you can’t deal with that, then I don’t think you can deal with anything at all! Not everyone has the luxury to have parents who still support you no matter how repeatedly you want to throw your life away. So, consider yourself lucky because you’re living a free life.”

The girl doesn’t respond right away and Junho thinks he might have overdone it. But then, she raises her head and gives him the most heartbroken expression that he’s ever seen.

“Why did you try to sell my song, Junho? You had no right.”

This catches him off-guard and the lie that he’s prepared before he’s gone into the room has flown out of the window the second that he hears her voice break. He hates it. He hates it so much.

Junho watches the girl as she takes a sip from her bottle. She’s clearly not in the proper state to discuss this right now. He thinks she knows because she puts the half-empty bottle on the floor next to her bed and lies down.

“You’re breaking my heart with all that silence,” she whispers.

Junho refuses to look at her because, he thinks, if he so much as sees tears falling from her eyes, his resolve will crumble and all the things he’s had to endure until that day will be all for nothing. So, he turns his back to her and possibly breaks her heart some more.

“I have nothing to say.”

The laugh that escapes her lips is dry and bitter “You, who tried to sell my song without my knowledge, have nothing to say?”

“The sale never happened. I don’t know what else to tell you, YN.”

“How about that you’re sorry?”

Junho’s voice is small and low, but he’s positive she’s heard him when she stifles her breath. “What if I’m not?”

And as if to confirm that thought, she faces him in what he supposes is the last time and drops a bomb on him so destructive, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to recover again. “Then, I’m sorry for myself for falling for someone as heartless as you.”

A/N: No texts this time! I kinda wanted you guys to feel it completely :))

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iKon reaction to stranger clinging on to them during a horror movie in the cinema

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Request: iKon reaction to a stranger clinging on to them during a horror movie in the cinema

So there’s been thunderstorms happening right now and I absolutely hate them and I’m like really scared of them and I was trying my hardest to finish these requests but yeah I hope you guys understand. I tried to make the best out this reaction and try not to make it sound too staged idk. I hope you like it though! Send in your requests lovelies!!

You decided you needed a night out to yourself. You were going through so much and the stress was really getting to you. You decided to go to the cinema and see which movies they were playing, it was pretty late at night so you knew your options were limited. Of course the only movie they were showing at this time would be a horror movie. You hated them but you were so stressed you didn’t even care at this point. Sighing, after you bought the ticket, you debated on getting some popcorn. After some thinking, you went through with it and bought the smallest bag of popcorn available. The server at the concession stand tried their hardest to flirt with you but you just waved them off, already being late for the movie. Eventually you made your way to the theatre where the movie was being played. You looked around at your options, it was pretty packed which surprised you but you looked for your favorite spot, that being all the way at the top in the middle. You noticed there were two seats in between an older man who looked to be on the verge of falling asleep and a young man who seemed to be enjoying the movie. Deciding you didn’t want a snore fest right next to your ear, you went with the latter option. You sat next to him and decided to try and not make it too uncomfortable for the two of you.

You heard the suspenseful music and already know what was going to happen. Before the scene could even play, you squeaked and grabbed the young man’s arm out of habit without even thinking. You felt him jump at the sudden contact and you quickly let go after realizing what you just did. The words ‘I’m so sorry’ continually rolled off your tongue as you didn’t know what else to say or even have an explanation for what just happened.

Jinhwan

At first he would have an annoyed look on his face, but when he turned to you to confront you he would see your current state; you were trembling and he felt bad. He didn’t know you but he felt like small talk would probably help calm you down and distract you.

“Why’d you even come to watch this movie if you knew you were going to be scared?” He questioned quietly.

“There were no other movies showing at this time and I didn’t want to wait around for another movie.”

“Ah, I see. Well if this isn’t awkward for you or anything. You could grab my arm whenever you get scared again.” He gave you a small smile, barely visible in the darkness.

Though you refused, little by little throughout the movie he took matters into his own hands and somehow managed to wrap your arm around his and pull you a little closer. He could just feel the warmth radiating from your flushed cheeks, he smirked to himself, wondering how far he could go to getting to know you after the movie.

Yunhyeong

I feel like this poor baby wouldn’t know what to do. He’d be all awkward and when you ended up grabbing his arm for a second time, he didn’t want to be mean and tell you off so he left you be. In all honesty, he enjoyed being your ‘safety/rock’ for the night.

“You know you could have pushed me off you are told me something.” You told him sheepishly.

The movie had ended and the both of you were leaving but to your surprise, you reach out your hand to stop him.

“I know, I didn’t want to though. It was comforting to know I could comfort such a beautiful person.”

You had no response, simply blushing while looking down at your scuffed up sneakers.

“Can I take you to see another horror movie?”

“Only if I could hold onto you again.”

“You can hold to me whenever you’d like love.”

Jiwon

Staying quiet, he looked down at your current state trembling next to him and wrapped his arm around you.

“There’s nothing to be scared of. It isn’t real.” He whispered in your ear.

“You didn’t have to do that. It’s okay, really. It was an accident, it won’t happen again.”

“I want to. I don't mind holding you for the rest of the movie. This is actually quite comfortable and if I'm being honest, I’m kind of scared myself.” He chuckled.

After the movie, considering how late it was, he offered to walk with you to the bus stop and wait with you until it came. The two of you talked and even exchanged numbers in the half hour you waited for the bus, his excuse being he wanted to make sure you got home safe. But truth was he didn’t want this to be the only time the two of saw or spoke to each other, feeling as if you clinging onto him was fate itself.

Hanbin

He would try to make you laugh, seeing how scared you were. Sharing random facts about himself and grabbing your own arm himself. I feel like he’d just talk so much during the movie that the two of you are scolded which leads to the two of you leaving the movie and walking around a park/trail near the cinema. You could tell how genuinely intrigued he was with you and that was quite a surprise. In the end, he ended up taking you home. There you exchanged numbers, walking around the park at night became a hobby for the both of you from that night on.

“Y/N, are you up? You want to go for a walk?” Would be the call you always received in the middle of the night and vice versa.

What you both didn’t know was that the other always stood up waiting for the call.

Donghyuk

He would just lean away a little to get a better look at you as much as he could. He was trying to stifle his laughter but that only made him laugh harder.

“Are you really scared?”

“Yeah, no need to make me feel any more embarrassed. I’ll just go find another seat.” You mumbled getting up.

“No no, I’m just playing with you. I find it pretty cute actually, would you rather hold my hand? You could squeeze as hard as you’d like, I promise it won’t hurt me.”

Before the movie the two of you were complete strangers, after the movie both of you walked out laughing and chatting as if you’d known each other for the longest. This was the beginning of an amazing friendship that would hopefully lead to more.

Junhoe

He’d glance over at you curiously, no one had ever grabbed him randomly, much less a stranger. Just then, a bright scene came onto the screen and he got a better view of your face. That just intrigued him even more, he took it upon himself to grab you hand and rub circles with his thumb in a comforting manner. When you didn’t pull away, he felt accomplished in his mission, that was just step one. He waited until after the movie to talk to you, not wanting to disturb those around the two of you.

“Could I buy you dinner?” He asked.

“How about we get some coffee instead, I have work in a few hours. I’m not sure why I decided to take on the earliest shift.” You groaned just thinking about it.

He was just glad to be able to go somewhere and get to know you.

Chanwoo

He wouldn’t even care, he’d grab your arm before you let go of his completely and bring you back to his side a little. Turning his attention back to the movie, a couple minutes later he’d whisper in your ear,

“I would want someone to hold onto also if I were scared. I don't mind, hold on for as long as you need.” Amusement laced in his voice.

The two of you would really hit it off after the movie. He’d take you to a nearby arcade to relax your mind, he remembered how scared he used to get when watching a horror movie or playing a scary game. He always took a trip to the nearest arcade and just played games until his mind was finally at ease.

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Jerk, Junhoe | Part 2.

Pairing: Junhoe x Hyena (OC)

Type: Slight angst / Childhood friendship / Romance

Warning: Some swearing

Word count: 2640 

Synopsis: Fate really brought her to him and vice versa, but Junhoe isn’t allowing her to easily intrude in his life. Not again.

“Jun…” Softly, gently, broken yet relieved. He hadn’t heard that nickname since before he yelled at his friends to stop calling him that years ago, Hyena being the creator of that nickname. She stood up from the bed, the food wrappers falling to the floor in her rush. He stared at her, the flash of pain in his eyes changing to confusion, trying to understand why she was there. As if it was a wakeup call, the school bell rang and made Junhoe blink, his eyes now devoid of emotion and he quickly turned around to leave the room. Not wanting to pass this opportunity, Hyena stepped forward and grabbed his free hand with both of hers. Junhoe turned to look at her, anger filling his eyes while sincerity was brimming in hers. They both looked down at their hands and Hyena let go upon realising the origin of the sticky feeling. She looked Junhoe up and down multiple times, the boy trying his hardest to stare her down, but to no avail.

Before Junhoe could say anything to her, Hyena dashed past him into the main room and grabbed the nearest first aid box she saw, quickly wiping away the stains on her hands with some wet tissues she spotted on the table, immediately turning back as she was done and back into the room, pulling Junhoe down next to her to sit on the bed. Despite being shocked, he pulled his hand away from her and stood up to leave, embarrassment and anger filling him up all at once. However, choosing to bear with his rage, Hyena once again grabbed onto him and pulled him down. In a shaky yet firm voice, she said her first real words to him after seven years, “At least let me do this.”

Her hands that were still slightly stained with his blood were gently pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbow where the cut was, something sharp that was thrown in the fight probably causing it, but he couldn’t actually remember what the cause was. He was too focused on how the colour of her hair was a little darker from how he remembered, focused on how her feet still didn’t touch the floor when she sat on the bed, focused on how she was blowing onto the cut as if it’ll get better just like that. He let out a scoff then, and a new anger started to boil inside of him at the realisation of his own fondness towards her.

Distracted by his voice, Hyena cautiously looked up, only to directly meet his gaze, his intense and unfaltering gaze. A wave of embarrassed hit her but she knew better, so she held onto his gaze and gave him a small, genuine smile before returning her gaze to his cut. Her grip on him loosened and she held his wrist lightly, both her hands shaking as she continued whatever she was doing, her demeanour and actions completely contrasting.

They sat in silence as she cleaned up his wound and put a bandage on it, the wound being a bit too large for a normal band aid. The howling wind outside accompanied the silent hum of the air conditioner, and gradually the intensity of the fresh autumn wind toned down ever so slightly, much like Junhoe’s negative emotions towards Hyena. Before cloudier thoughts could emerge in his mind, Hyena slowly looked up at him and met his gaze as she asked, “Are you okay now?”

He now felt how their palms were touching, felt how soft her skin was below his rough hand, noticing how much smaller her hand was in comparison to his. Something stirred inside of him as he felt heat rising to the back of his neck. Not wanting to back down, he held her gaze, trying to convey his dissatisfaction of having her there with him, “No I’m not but it doesn’t matter how I feel does it?” With that, something changed in Hyena’s hopeful eyes, a miniscule to others but noticeable to Junhoe kind of change, and he took her stunned reaction to good use, easily slipping away from her grip before quickly leaving the room, the curtain closing behind him fluidly, softly, with the harsh slam of the door following after.

“Hyena!!” Hyena spun around as she saw Hanbin, another familiar face. It had been about a week since Hyena had talked to Junhoe, her emotions changing from sadness, from thinking about how he’ll never forgive her, to feeling hurt, from how harsh his words were and how it didn’t have to go down like that, to understanding, eventually backing away from her initial plan of further pursuing their friendship and let him have some time to himself, the situation probably too much for him, she had though. Hyena shook her thoughts away and instead focused on how Hanbin was jogging towards her, a smile spreading on her face since she hadn’t seen many of her elementary school friends other than Miso and Jinhwan in the past few days, with Junhoe being the exception, of course. Somehow aware of her situation, he softly questioned her, “So, have you found a way to talk to Junhoe?” With a shake of her head and a dejected smile on her face, Hyena bit her lip under her smile to stop herself from feeling too emotional. 

Hanbin gave her a pat on the head as he said, “I wish we had more time to talk but I have to rush to my dance practice. Maybe we could have lunch one day with the others? Yumi has been chewing my ear off talking about when she can meet you.” Hyena laughed heartily at the mention of another one of her childhood friends and nodded in agreement before they exchanged their contact numbers. She felt a bit better after they stood there chatting for a while, glad to feel a little bit light hearted even if it’s just for a little while. They eventually said their goodbyes and Hyena watched as he left. As he was about to turn the corner, Hanbin unexpectedly stopped in his tracks and looked back at her, a grin on his face, “You know what? I think I remember seeing him going to the library. But then again, it couldn’t be him.” With a wink, Hanbin spun around and turned the corner, disappearing from her sight.

It didn’t take long for Hyena to find him. She practically memorised how the top of his head looked like after the countless times they spent in the community library for her sake when she was in her bookworm phase one summer and wanted to go to the library every day to read a book before they played. The summer where Junhoe and her were inseparable. The summer where he would fall asleep opposite her on the table, his sleeping position the same as it was now. A soft smile spread on her face, warmth spreading in her chest as she realised how much she had longed to see him like this.

Her grip on her bag strap tightened as she sat opposite him, like old times. She placed her face in the palms of her hands and gazed at him fondly. Feeling an incredible sense of courage from him being asleep and unable to hear her, she started talking to him like he was awake, “Hey Jun. It’s been a while hasn’t it? Well, this is kinda weird.” She laughed softly, careful not to cause a disruption, “I’ve been trying to bring myself to ask you… if you really hate me for leaving. You have every right to be mad at the fact that I just left and came back unexpectedly.” With a bitter smile she continued, “I guess I had no courage to tell you about what’s really going on.”

She let out a deep sigh and laid her hands on the table, staring at them, remembering simpler times where they would go to swimming parks together, holding onto each other tightly, the fear of the rides disappearing like magic as soon as they were together. As the nostalgic emotions engulfed her, she opened her mouth to say something, anything, but her voice came out barely above a whisper as she said, “I miss you so much, but I’m so scared of you. I’m scared of what will happen to you if I stay by your side this time.” Her voice cracked slightly as she continued, “I’m really afraid. I’m scared that we changed too much as people and I’m afraid of hurting you again because we might’ve changed too much. I just wish…”

Hyena caught herself before she said anything she might regret and took a deep breath, calming herself down, embarrassed at herself for getting so emotional. It was her first time being able to properly convey her feelings to him since she returned, although he wasn’t even consciously with her. She stayed there with him for a bit, feeling sleepy herself as the sun beginning to set. Battling with her fear inside, Hyena got up and went to his side, the side where his face was visible. She crouched down a little to look at him, shocked to find patches of dried blood and scratches on his face. She stood up and took a deep breath before giving him a light push, gently calling out his name to wake him up. No answer. She pushed him slightly harder and called his name a bit louder. No answer. With a sigh, she resigned from her attempt and sat on the chair next to him, gazing tenderly at his bruised sleeping face, thankful to have this rare chance and taking in every moment she had with him like this.

With intertwined hands, a small Hyena in her favourite adorable yellow sundress pulled his hand forward, her mouth forming his name, “Jun!” She called. They were already holding hands, yet she turned to look at him, expecting him to come closer, “Jun!” She called again. The wind blew at them softly, the bright blue sky above them, no clouds in sight. He felt the grass tickling his exposed legs as he ran with her and glanced down, his khaki shorts reminiscent of his younger days. As Hyena pulled him further into the meadow, he looked down at their intertwined fingers, his hands so big compared to hers. Fully immersing himself in the moment, he lifted his head only to be faced with another Hyena. The new Hyena. Her small face was framed with her beautiful long black hair, her plump cheeks a pretty shade of pink from the running and her brown eyes formed crescents as she laughed, and a brilliant laugh it was. The soft sound of wind chimes in the air and her childlike laughter brought a smile on Junhoe’s face, a genuine smile that hasn’t appeared on his face in years.

The scene changed then, the clear skies behind Hyena suddenly turning dark. They had stopped running through the meadow, the tall grass still and cold against his legs. His grip on Hyena tighten instinctively and as he was about to pull her behind him, unexpectedly, she resisted him. He met her eyes and took in a sharp breath, her once bright eyes holding no reflection of himself in their now stone-cold state. She was staring right at him but in her eyes, she was looking at nothing but the meadow behind him, like he didn’t exist. Speechless, Junhoe’s grip on Hyena loosened and she used this chance to slip her hand out of his, the girl quickly dashing through the now muddy meadow, thunder booming above them. Realising too late, Junhoe ran towards her at full speed, his hand reaching out to her. He called after her, “Hyena! Don’t go!”

As he got a grip on her, she turned to look at him, a monotonous voice leaving her lips, “I’ll leave you again anyway, so why don’t you just let me go Jun?” As soon as that was said, she sent him flying upwards with one push of her hand. The boom of the thunder rang in his ears and Junhoe looked down at the meadow, his eyes following Hyena, the girl running further into the meadow, disappearing into the horizon, like how she disappeared from his life.

With a gasp, Junhoe opened his eyes, his breathing erratic and hands sweaty. He placed his elbows on the table before him and buried his head in them, rubbing his head as a headache started to form. Out of nowhere, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he jumped from his seat to a standing position, the scraping of the chair echoing loudly in the quiet space, his face showing a horrified expression.

Hyena quickly retracted her hand from his shoulder, her heart rate increasing as she stood up and started to speak, “A-are you okay? W-what’s wrong?” Junhoe looked up at her, a confused look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted. Afraid of what he had to say about her being there, Hyena’s hands formed fists and she dug her nails in her palm, embarrassed and apologetic as she said, “I didn’t mean to wake you up I’m so sor-“

Without thinking, Junhoe took a step forward and extended his hands around her head and back, pulling her in for hug. He shut his eyes tightly and his unsteady breathing turned heavier, causing Hyena‘s eyes to grow wide with worry. Habitually, she brought her hands up and gently stroked his back with one hand, the other gripping the fabric at his waist to steady his shaken body. With a slight emotional crack in her voice, she softly said, “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re awake now.”

“I’m so glad you’re here. Don’t leave. Please” Junhoe’s voice was low and fragile as he brought her closer, his mind picturing her empty expression, and a shiver ran down his spine. The dream felt so real to Junhoe. Her tender touch, her small body and her warm voice. Her warm and shaken voice. Her smaller than his body. Her real physical tender touch. Suddenly realising the reality of his dream, Junhoe opened his eyes, the view of the worn wooden bookshelves of the school library in front of him. He blinked a few times, trying to swallow down the information that this was real. This hug is actually a real hug from the real Go Hyena. She was still whispering to him that things were going to be ok, telling him that she was there for him, “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

The reality of the situation brought a wave of distrust and annoyance over his heart hearing that, and he brought his hands to her shoulders, pushing her away from him, purposely being a little rough. He closed his eyes as he prepared his expression, since he didn’t want her thinking any weird thoughts about this situation. With a deep breath, Junhoe opened his eyes and looked straight into her eyes as he gruffly said, “Don’t misunderstand, I thought I was still dreaming.” Realising how it sounded like he was dreaming of her, his voice wavered ever so slightly as he added, “It was a fucked-up dream and I just needed to hold onto something and you just happened to be here, so don’t misunderstand.”

Without another look or word, Junhoe picked up his bag and walked away from the once again silent library corner. Hyena still had her hands still raised in mid-air as she heard his footsteps slowly fade away in the distance. With a small laugh, she crossed her hands across her body and embraced herself, suddenly feeling cold without the warmth of Junhoe’s body.

[foreverhakyeon-blog]

Wake Up

pairing : Hakyeon x Taekwoon | Neo

word : 2460

Oneshot of bestfriends Hakyeon and Taekwoon, whereby Hakyeon got into accident and in coma.

"Hakyeon, wake up" Taekwoon whisper as he shakes Hakyeon faintly. "Please"

"How am I going to live without you" his eyes starts to water, "I can't"

Hakyeon was still lying helplessly on the hospital bed.

******

Taekwoon's POV

Im not mute. I can talk if I want to. I talk if I need to.

It's just that, I refused to do so. I chose to observed instead of talking. It's comfortable being like this, observing the others.

But that's not what the other thinks.

'Taekwoon is a freak'

'Look at how he look at us, is he planning something'

'I've never heard his voice'

'Taekwoon is weird.'

I'm used to hear things like that. There are times when they act like they were whispering but it was loud enough for me to hear what they said about me. I hear it all. Sometimes they just say it in my face. I don't really care though. Let they say what they want. People are free to say what they want to say anyways.

After a while, people start to take advantage on me.

'Taekwoon will lift that heavy thing'

'Taekwoon will clean the classroom'

'Taekwoon will never say no, he don't talk anyway'

'let Taekwoon do it'

I just nodded and do what they ask me to do. It's not hard anyways. It felt helping them. I don't mind.

But after that,

They started to do more.

Sometimes they beat me without a reason.

'he won't say anything'

'Taekwoon can be punchbag for the day. He'll never report it to anyone'

'because he don't talk'

******

"Stop it. Why are you doing this to him?!" I heard someone yelled from a far. I saw he ran to us ; me and the three boys. Jay, minki and Junho. They used to be my friends. Well, I thought they are. Until one day they suddenly starts to beat me without a reason.

"are you okay?" the boy asked me in concern. I have never saw him face before.

"oh. new kid. seems like you wanted to get beat to. you need some teaching" Jay said, his fist are ready to punch the boy.

"Try if you have the gut." The boy said bravely. He is a lot smaller than the three boys, can he fight them?

Jay started to launch a punch to the boy but he was fast enough to dodge it. Seconds after that the guard came. The three boys run away. The boy then report to the guard "They bullied my friend!" Since when I became his friend? The guard nodded his head as he look at me with pity. "Bring him to the nurse's office" The guard said before continue chasing the three boys.

"Hey, are you okay?" The boy ask me again. He help me stand up. I nodded.

"What is your name?" He looks at me. I showed him my name tag. "Ohh~ Jung Taekwoon" he smiled.

Hakyeon extended his hand, "I'm Cha Hakyeon"

******

"Taekie you're back!!" Hakyeon cheered happily as I walk in the house. After that day, Hakyeon and I had become really close. We even went to the same university. Hakyeon had always been there for me. He protects me with all he have. He is cheerful and fun to be with, but sometimes I wish he can control his anger.

It's not that he ever beat me when he is mad or something. Hakyeon will never hurt me. He rarely gets mad at me. But he tend to hurt those who hurt me.

If only I didn't bumped into Kangin on the way home today, it will not turn out this way. "Taek?" Hakyeon called me as he noticed that I was avoiding him.

I covered my face with mask and wear my favorite black hoodie. "I'm tired." I said, hoping that he will understand and leave me alone.

"Something is wrong with you" I heard Hakyeon muttered. We have been for so long that he can notice even a slight changes of me.

"Wait!" He hold my wrist, preventing me from running away. He forced me to face him. He reach my mask and in a second the mask are off my face. Hakyeon observed my face.

His face slowly turned red, boiling with anger. "Who did this?" He touch my purple cheek. Obviously someone has hurt his bestfriend and Hakyeon wouldn't let that person go.

I flinched. This is not what I want. Last time someone had accidentally punch me at the stomach, Hakyeon punched him back and the boy had to stay in hospital for three days.

"Tell me who. I'll kill him with my own hands" Hakyeon said again. He punch the wall angrily.

"I promised to take care of you didn't I? I'll protect you. Tell me who! I'll search for him. I'll kill him for you. who the fuck-"

He punch the wall again

"hurt-"

again

"you"

and again

"I'll kill-"

Hakyeon hand starts to bleeds

"him"

I reach him, locking his hand in my grip and hug him to cool him down. "It's okay. It's okay. Calm down." I whispered and patted his back. "I'm okay. I'm okay"

******

"Taek, what are you going to do if I'm not around anymore? Who's going to protect you?" Hakyeon asked one day when we were watching his favorite drama.

I stop crunching the food in my mouth and look at him. Hakyeon is strange like this. Sometimes he would ask weird questions all of sudden. "Are you going anywhere? or you have incurable illness? are you dying?" I asked him back. I had never dream a life without him.

"No. What? are you happy if I have that kind of illness? What kind of friend are you?!!" He punch me playfully "answer me"

"I think I'll live peacefully. I can protect myself. plus, I don' have to cook for you too hahahha" I laugh as I said it. Hakyeon pouted. "I hate you. seriously" He stand up and walk to his room.

"yah! are you sulking? I'm kidding" I laugh. He is so sensitive nowadays.

******

Hakyeon started to play his ukulele

When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

"No I'm not" I said playfully. He sang louder and almost shout at me

When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

******

'When are you coming back?' I messaged Hakyeon. It's been six days since he goes back to his hometown, Changwon. I admit that I felt a little bored alone at the house. Usually I would go back to my hometown too but my parents are on vacation so there's no one at home.

After five minutes I heard my phone rang, I pick it up

"You miss me don't you? I knew it you can't live without me" I heard Hakyeon loud voice on the other side of the phone. He is cheerful like always.

"no, I'm not. I'm just bored"

"You are so egoistic Jung Taekwoon. But whatever I took that as you miss me" He stated.

Seriously. Why did I pick up his call?

He is soooo full of himself.

"I'm hanging up" I warned him

"Jeez. I'm going back tomorrow. Happy?"

******

I ran into the hospital as soon as I reach there. "Taek hyung, wait for me" I heard Hongbin shouted from the back, but I can't. I have to hurry. I head to the counter "Yes, can I help you?" the nurse asked me.

"I..I..I" I keep stuttering as I can't form any word to say. My face was bloodless. This can't be happening. Tell me this isn't happening.

"We're looking for a patient name Cha Hakyeon" Hongbin panting, he said and catching his breath. "Okay, give me a sec"

******

We headed to the room the nurse had told us. Hakyeon lying unconscious on the bed. His face was pale. There's scratches all over on his face and his body. His leg broke and being supported. His head were bandaged.

"Ha-Hakyeon" I rush to his bed. "Ha-Hakyeon, wake up" I shake his left hand softly. My tears fall down like razor blades. "Wake up" I said again, crying.

Hongbin touch my shoulder from the back, he was crying too.

******

I told him to go back the next day, because it was raining so bad that day. But he said he promised his friend to come back early. I still remembered he smiled, saying he can't break his promises. He is so stubborn. If only he listens to me....

I recall what Hakyeon's sister told me.

Stupid.

You still broke your promise.

You said you're going back.

It's been a week.

Stupid.

Fool.

You said you're going back.

Liar.

You're a liar Hakyeon.

******

It's been two weeks since Hakyeon's accident. The doctor said that he was healing but he still haven't open his eyes. The doctor said everything is okay. but he isn't waking up.

I visited Hakyeon every single day. I even take turn with his family staying overnight at the hospital, taking care of Hakyeon. Sometimes I would bring flowers. Sometimes I bring book to read it to him. Sometimes I even talk to him, I tell him stories even though I know he'll not react to what I say. But somehow, deep in my heart I know he can hear it.

or maybe I hope so.

"You're a good friend Taekwoon" Hakyeon's sister patted me on the shoulder one day, she hand me an apple."At least eat something. When was the last time you eat?"

I take the apple and smile at her. I couldn't even remember when was it. I look at Hakyeon again. I look at the wire that being painfully connected to his body.

I suddenly remembered Hakyeon cheerful voice when I come back after having a rough bad day. 'Taekwoon are you okay? Let's do something you like! Remember that movie you liked so much? Let's watch it again! Taekwoon I bought your favorite meat. Let's eat it!!

"Hakyeon is a good friend" I replied after a while.

Hakyeon always love watching drama. I remembered that one day he forced me to watch his favorite drama with him. I end up accompany him watching the dramas almost all the time.

"Hakyeon, guess what?" I said as I took a sit beside his bed.

He didn't reply, but back then he would always asked me back, "what?" excitedly. I miss his excited face that would glitter as he want to know what I'm going to say.

I open my laptop, "I downloaded your favorite drama. Remember that drama called cheer up? You love it so much right? We haven't finish the drama yet you know?"

I open a folder named 'Cheer up' and click 'play' on episode 8. "Let's watch it"

After two hours of watching the drama I get tired. I look at Hakyeon that was still lying peacefully. "Hakyeon, why are you still sleeping? Wake up."

"You said you'll protect me. How are you going to protect me if you're lying like this" my eyes starts to water again. I did not bother to wipe my tears. I hold Hakyeon's weak hand and squeezed it lightly, "I miss you"

Suddenly I remembered all Hakyeon's words. My memories with him being played again like a flashback. I remember the first time we met. Our graduation day. The day when we both got into the same university. The day when we first time drank liquor and get drunk together. The day when we begged our parents to let us rent an apartment near the university. The day when we went to Jeju Island for vacation. Everything being played back.

'Hi, I'm Cha Hakyeon'

'I promised to take care of you didn't I? I'll protect you'

'you're my bestfriend Taekwoonie'

'You miss me don't you? I knew it you can't live without me'

'You are so egoistic Jung Taekwoon'

'I'm going back tomorrow'

******

Hakyeon's POV

It hurts. My body hurts.

I look around. It was dark. I was left alone in the dark.

Where am I?

Am I dead?

'Hakyeon, why are you still sleeping? Wake up.'

'You said you'll protect me. How are you going to protect me if you're lying like this'

'I miss you'

Taekwoon?

Is that you?

Why...

Where are you?

I look around, searching for Taekwoon.

Suddenly I saw a light beam in front of me. I ran and ran, chasing the light

"Taek!! Is that you?" I scream wholeheartedly.

"Taekwoon!!" I yelled. The light slowly fading. I felt my body slowly started to weaken.

I close my eyes.

I'm scared.

Taek help me.

I open my eyes when I felt my hand being squeezed.

It's so bright that it hurts my eyes.

I look around to the unfamiliar place.

Where am I?

I try to move my hands and legs.

I thought I was, I thought I could move them.

I couldn't.

I desperately try to move my toes, but it felt like there was nothing there.

What happened? I started to panic. I tried again, slowly and steadily, I gained some control over my fingers. I could move my thumb. I sighs in relief.

I then notice someone crying while holding my hand. I squeeze his hand, and suddenly he look up.

He look at me in disbelief.

I wanted to ask what happened but I'm too weak, my voice won't go out.

Taekwoon. Taekwoon.

He look at me and cried. He cried and cried. "Hakyeon" He said

I nodded. I look at him warmly. I observe Taekwoon that look like a mess. His hair was all over and his face are swollen.

"You're back. I thought I lost you. I thought you left me!" He cried again.

"You promised to protect me but you didn't wake up. I'm afraid. I thought I lost you" He cried so bad.

"It was so hard for me. I miss you so much I felt like dying"

Seconds after, the doctor rush in, checking me all over.

After a while the doctor smiled, looking at me, "Welcome back"

I turn my head, looking Taekwoon. He was still crying.

I smiled at Taekwoon. “Taekwoon-ah”

"W-Welcome back Cha Hakyeon"

[alabastertouch]

Better than Pooh

Genre: Fluff, really really slight angst

Characters: Kim Jiwon (Bobby) x Reader; the rest of iKON, and Blackpink’s Kim Jisoo

Warning/s: None

Summary: Bobby begins acting weird around you, and you’re steadfast to know the reason behind it.

A/N: This is somehow similar to my Baekhyun scenario entitled ‘Behind the Closet’ (read it here!) but it’s not at the same time? Maybe the context of it? Anyway, here’s some cutie Babi for you guise!

And I’m sorry if there are some mistakes! I was so sleepy while writing this. 

As you thought, iKON wouldn’t be iKON without being rowdy.

They invited you over for the party dedicated to the success of their comeback and newfound variety career, and because you’ve missed each of them as well, you came over, even if Bobby is trying his best to keep you away.

You noticed how he suddenly just stopped talking to you entirely, and when you wanted to confront him about it, he successfully dodges your questions, because Hanbin coincidentally calls him during those times. You can ask the other members, but you’re sure they won’t answer you seriously. Jinhwan’s a pacifist, so he’ll want you to talk it among yourselves, and it’s the same with Yunhyeong; Hanbin will be loyal as heck to Bobby; Donghyuk will keep quiet, as one of the members is involved; Junhoe might not even know anything, and he can’t even hold a decent conversation with Bobby without making it all awkward; and Chanwoo will change topic smoothly, that you’ll forget the initial conversation.

But tonight, you’re firm with your decision: you will find out what is happening between you and Kim Jiwon.

You used to be so close. He used to bring you back to the dorm’s university whenever you stay until late at night in their dorm or the YG building. You were banned in the past, since you brought junk foods for the boys during their rehearsals, but after promising that you would stop spoiling them, you were once again welcomed.

“What really is the problem, unnie?” You ask Jisoo, and she looks unaware as well.

“I honestly have no idea. Maybe you can get him drunk and ask him?” Jisoo offers her words, and you take it while drinking your punch. “This is a pretty small party. You can lock him in one of the doors and yell at him inside.”

“Ah, Kim Jisoo. You and your smart ideas,” you deadpan as Jisoo smiles sheepishly.

“Seriously, though. It’s only us. The boys might propose a game of—”

“Let’s play spin the bottle, guys!” Jisoo is interrupted by Junhoe’s amplified voice. “But instead of only kisses, we’ll do it our own way by giving dares!” Jisoo gives you a look, and you shrug as you follow her on the way to the living room of their dorm. You sit in between Jisoo and Yunhyeong, and in concern, Yunhyeong pats your knee. You wave his worry off with a smile, so the game ensues.

“Spin it!” Chanwoo does the honors himself, excited to finally be in the game after turning into an adult recently. Since only you and Jisoo are the only females present, a possibility is big that the boys will ignore your femininity and will dare something bizarre.

You predict well when the tip of the bottle points to Yunhyeong, and Chanwoo sure as hell has a lot of weird thoughts.

“Just tell me, Chanwoo,” Yunhyeong is already used to Chanwoo’s antics, so granting it will be something simple to him.

“Tell me who your biggest idol crush is!” Chanwoo excitedly tells.

“That’s a mild dare, though?” Jinhwan murmurs.

“Nah, hyung, it’s an amazing dare!” Yunhyeong cuts the oldest off before Chanwoo garners any ideas. “Well, I had a lot, but now, I only like… uhm…” Yunhyeong bashfully looks down, tips of his ears turning beet red. “I really like Twice’s Nayeon.”

“Jisoo noona will tell her, hyung,” Chanwoo playfully warns, and Yunhyeong’s eyes turn wide to the female.

“I won’t tell her! Chanu, you kid!” Jisoo scolds the maknae, who only laughs as he hides behind Jinhwan (which didn’t help much, by the way).

“Now, spin it, hyungie,” Donghyuk informs Yunhyeong to do it, and it unfortunately points to you.

“Come on, Yunhyeong, just tell me,” you sigh, wanting to get it over with, but Yunhyeong seems to be still thinking about it.

“Aha!” And the bright idea comes up. “Tell me what’s bothering you today!”

“What are you, the guidance counsellor?” You roll your eyes, refusing to say, especially in front of everyone. You’re going to ask Bobby, but not in front of everyone to hear and see.

“No, the darer, so you better give me an answer,” Yunhyeong does not budge and crosses his arms to emphasize his impatience. You decide to just say it instead of beating around the bush, and in that way, the problem will be solved.

“Bobby’s been ignoring me these days.” Everyone is surprised by the boldness of your statement, even the subject of the concern himself. Bobby freezes and only looks at you, and you don’t take your eyes away from him, either. “I was wondering what I did wrong for him to do that.”

After a short awkward silence, Yunhyeong clears his throat. “Spin it now.”

You obey, and you finally get your chance to have an answer when Bobby is surprisingly the next victim of the green soju bottle.

“Tell me why you’ve been ignoring me,” you do not know where you’re getting your strength from either. Anyhow, you’re here to hear about it from him, and he’ll have no choice but to answer. Bobby loses his composure once he settles on the fact that he has to do the dare. He’s not one to break his promises at all.

Everyone seems to be anticipating the upcoming events, and their eyes are doing enough of the talking.

“I feel giddy around you,” he shyly admits and looks down. You aren’t expecting that answer at all, because you thought he’s ignoring you because you’re always sticking around and it’s starting to annoy him. Making him giddy is on the bottom of your predicted possibilities.

“What?” What a better response than that, right?

“I’ve started seeing you as a woman,” he mumbles, trying to keep it under, but you hear it anyway. “Let’s spin it!” And he changes the subject by jumpily spinning the bottle once again.

The game continues on, with the bottle pointing to Junhoe and him being asked to lick the floor. Other gross stuff were dared before the bottle once again points to Bobby.

“Hyung,” Hanbin is the one daring Bobby. “Do something you’ve been wanting to do for a while now.”

The dare is vague, and everyone is unsure of what the rapper will even do. He can create his own SNS account or run outside nude, and he will not be blamed because Kim Hanbin is the one who told him to do it, thus having the responsibility.

And Hanbin is the one responsible for having Bobby’s lips on yours.

He was fast in capturing your lips, yet he slowly moves you along to his own rhythm. You don’t mind at all, because you missed him and the feelings you’ve been keeping under wraps are now being exposed naturally.

“I guess I should tell you I like you,” he mumbles to your lips. “I think I like you better than my Pooh, and that’s saying something.” And your smile is an acceptable response for him.

“Kids are watching!” Jinhwan scolds, but you don’t mind at all. You’re finally getting a dose of pure happiness in Kim Jiwon’s arms.

[ikonislife]

The Same.

-Junhoe x Reader

-When Junhoe agrees to babysit his niece, he would never in a million years expect the little tyke to turn his life upside down in the most unexpected way possible.

-Fluff

-I notice there isn’t too many writing of iKon maknae line out. I really wanna change that because all 7 of them are so awesome. I don’t wanna get stuck on just doubleB, which I do notice most of my writing is for them. I hope to put out more of the other boys.

“Hello” 

“H-Hello?” The shaky voice spewing out from the speaker of your phone had your entire apartment halts in movement. It can’t be... Couldn’t be...

“Y/n?” Then it speaks up again, clearer this time, not a trace of hesitation in the way it so velvety wrapping your name in its soft tone. It was as though God had temporarily pressed pause on the movie that is your life. The TV was still blaring but falling on your deaf ears. The air sullen, sinking fast as cold wind rushing in from the seemingly warm spring day outside. Everything took on such a solemn note, almost peaceful. Your dog, Mattias, had stopped squirming around on the carpet, instead laying there with his legs up in the air gazing at you with inquisitive eyes. He must’ve heard it too.

“Jun..Junhoe?” You’re scare to speak up, to confirm that it is what you and your handsome boy, who was now moving on to licking his paws on the floor, heard.

“Yea, it’s me.” There it was again. Your brain still couldn’t register the familiar sound as anything but hallucination. It can’t be. You distinctively heard that annoying ringtone that you for the millionth time made a mental note to change but probably won’t.

“Uhm... Did you- I mean, hi.” Stuttering like a fool, you shut your eyes and grit your teeth in embarrassment even though he wasn’t there to see. The poor couch that had once hosted the owner of that voice during his many lazy day during his game session nearly break from you throwing your whole weight onto it out of utter mortification.

“Hi... I-I. I’m so sorry, Y/n. You know I wouldn’t call unless it was really dire.”

“It’s alright. What’s wrong?” 

It was so strange to hear him speak with no hidden sadness, not even a trace of bitterness lace in the soothing voice. For so long you had longed for him to sound out your name in the amicableness from before. Not the before of the weeks leading up to the painful break up. The before of playfully throwing veggies at each other while dinner bubbles away on the hot stove. Back when you cracking up in ribs splitting laughter whenever he does something completely stupid during your annual Y/n + Junhoe grand adventure. In those days where you could confidently claim you had him begging for in between lustful moans of the night. In the days where you were still his girlfriend. 

“I’m really panicking right now. Hani, my niece, I’m suppose to babysit her today and... God, Y/n. I don’t know what to do. I tried everything. I even freaking threaten to take her home if she don’t stop. I don’t know what else to do- I. Why did you made it look so easy when you babysat her. What do I do?” His voice wavers worse than a baby tree in a category 1 hurricane. He rans without even breathing and judging his heavy breaths, he must be really desperate.

“Slow down, Junhoe. Breathe. Listen to me. Breathe! It won’t do neither of you good if you pass out. Now, slowly, tell me what happened.” A few long breath could be heard huffing into the receiver end of his phone before a long sigh follows up with dead silent. You lean back in your chair, discomfort forcing its way out from how strange this all feel. 6 months, 6 months of nothing since the break up. He didn’t even grace you with the tiniest bit of salvation for your  aching heart even after you saw him arm in arm with the gorgeous cheery brunette that practically bounce her way down the busy street. 

“It started out so nice. We went to the park, we played, we watched movies. Then all of the sudden she won’t eat, she won’t play, she won’t listen to me. She just sat there and sulk. Then she threw a fit and spilled her lunch all over herself. I got irritated and she cry and now I wanna cry to and now she’s- She’s mad at me and I’m mad at her now too... and then...” The passion in his words dies out leaving you on the edge of your seat, anticipation coursing through your mind with all the worst scenarios. Above it all, why did he just call his girl. Why you.

“And then?” You whisper gently, careful not to shook anymore stress on the man that must be tearing his hair out by now.

“And then she, uh, she asked for you. She told me that it was all my fault you never come around anymore. You would know what she wants and all I do is just mess everything up. She’s crying so much that I don’t know what to do anymore, Y/n.”  The softness in his voice falters with the last syllable of your name. The before of sadness feigning its joyful counterpart of the break up week suddenly flood your mind with its present.

“I’m so sorry, Junhoe. I tried to explain to her that I had to leave...” You had always felt guilty for leaving everything in this wonderful part of your life you shared with him. Most of all, you felt the guilt of ruining the ultimate trust he gave you when he introduced his wonderful family to you.

“It’s not your fault. Kids, they just don’t understand breakups you know.” You cringe at the way the cursed word rolled off his tongue. Breakups. It’s such an ugly word to be tainting such a beautiful man with a kind heart and loving soul.

“Yea... I’m still sorry... for everything.”

“Thank you”

You both stay silent for how long, you didn’t really know. No doubts the rush of reminiscing, of running through all the wonderful memories you both made together also affected him because you could’ve sworn you heard that infectious chuckle of his. Somehow, somehow that made you smile even under all the tear you were shedding. 

“Did you want me to calm her down?” Deciding the silent was deafening enough, you speak up to clear the air. “Junnie? you there?” 

“uh, uhm, yea.” He cleared his throat, not a question in your mind that he caught himself on the endearing nickname you had always used. You on the other hand, hadn’t even caught it yourself. “Can I bring her over to your place? You still live in the same place right?”

“Yea, of course. You sure you don’t want me to come over there instead, easier?” You muse over his strange request seeing how it was much easier for one adult to make a trip rather than a 5 years old and a man child.

“I- I’m moving. Most my stuffs is already packed up so I figured it’d be easier over at a place with real household items.”

“Oh, I see. Why didn’t you just call your sister? Or your mom?”

“They’ve been so stress so I agree to help out... I don’t wanna be useless. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just come over, you know your way. See you soon.”

“See you!”

30 minutes. 30 minutes it took you to realize what you had just agreed to. 30 minutes to realize the man you’re still hopelessly in love with that was no longer hopelessly in love with you was driving over with his 5 years old niece. 30 freaking minutes to realize you look like shit and your apartment even worse. 

“Shit. Why did I do this to myself” was the last thing you could utter before huffing away to a hot shower and a quick 10 minutes hair make up session. Praise the lord for the walk in closet because your mess of a room had just cleaned itself in the 2 revolution the long hand of the clock took. You had just thrown all the windows open when that familiar ding dong yanks your attention toward that white door. Your heart drums with all its might knowing just who stands just beyond that piece of wood. Nerve wrecks every cell in your body as you reach out to the cold piece of metal keeping you away from him. 

“Hey! Oh my God, Hani! Come here you little monkey!” 

“Auntie!!! YAY!” 

No sooner than the door slam into the wall with all the might a 5 years old could exerts, she was already in your arm clinging on like the monkey she is. 

“You’re so heavy now. I don’t think I can carry you anymore... Oh no, I’m gonna drop you!”

Loud shrieks tearing through the house luring a very exciting doggie charging toward the familiar laugh of the five years old. They were best buddies, inseparable since Hani was barely walking and Mattias was barely learning how to properly use his tiny puppy paws.

“MATTY!” She yelps for you to let go before the two of them dance happily in circle, whizzing away to your bedroom. Silent sinking over the warming apartment once again as you eye an awkward Junhoe standing there juggling with what you presume is Hani’s luggages. 

“Hey you!” You headed for a hug before crash and burn into that invisible wall of boundaries. Were your hugs still welcome? Would it makes him feel odd being pull into the arms of his ex?

“Hey. Sorry for barging in. I, you know I wouldn’t bother you unless I really needed to.” Tottering over, you couldn’t help but wince at the way his eyes tracing out the metal edges of your lock box, for certain recalling the many times exhilaration ran through his fingers as he type in the code to your place.

“Yea, it’s no problem. I miss her. Come on in...”

He shuffles in, shucking off his shoes and placing them where he had always for the past 3 years you had occupied this quaint apartment. You remember the day when you both finished putting the place together. He had so specifically left an empty spot just on the bottom shelf of your shoe rack. You tilted your head in confusion, wondering what his reasoning was. To which he simply said “What? I gotta leave my shoes somewhere...”. Needless to say it jolted his heart to see the spot remains empty. Staring about now, he’s drinking in as much of this familiar yet strange space that was once 2nd home.

“The lock... It’s the same code. I saw you staring.”

“Oh” A nervous chuckles adores you with its crisp sound. “I see.” 

“How’ve you been? how’s the girlfriend?” Bitter is all you can taste saying that word.

“I’m good. No girlfriend... You?” Bitter is all he could taste thinking about another man touching you.

“I’m okay... No boys, just Mattias over there. I saw you with that girl...” You feel disgusted with yourself for even prying so hard but you needed to know. You just want to feel that security of having him to yourself.

“Oh, just a friend. We were actually lost, the whole group got separated and yea, we didn’t wanna lose each other too. She’s not from around here and getting lost would be a big problem.” Your heart grin from hearing the perfectly logical explanation of why she was clinging onto him so tightly.

“Ah, I see.” he sways around a bit, awkwardly smiling at you.

“Should I give the little one a shower? You said she spilled lunch all over herself...” This was strange. Way to strange for your liking. There stand the man you had seen countless time trekking across this place butt naked with a bottle of water in his hand. Yet here he was, acting like he just entered a stranger’s home. It hurts.

“Yes, thank you. You know I was never good with this... you did most of it. I don’t know what I was thinking accepting to babysit.” Your voice cut his trance short as his soul nearly leaving his body. Holding out the two backpacks full of stuff, he smile awkwardly, not really sure where the lines were being drawn.

“It’s no problem. Just, you know where everything is... I’ll be back.”

He watches as you disappear into that room, that sacred place of love, of lust, and of the life he misses so dearly. He’s scare, terrify in fact to peer through the door once again fearing he might find things he wouldn’t like. Things that remind him you’ve moved on. So he settles on the couch, listening to the loud giggles emanating from the bathroom. The golden rays dance on his skin just the same as it had many afternoons before watching you cook from this very couch. As if sensing his memory lane, Mattias had taken upon himself to crawl right next to his other master that he loves so much but haven’t seen in a long time. If he could speak, you were sure the pup would throw an even bigger fit than Hani.

“Auntie can we go get ice cream later?” The little tyke hopping excitingly in one place, sprinkling little droplets of water all over your floor.

“Yes, if you eat lunch and take a nap and listen to your uncle.” Wrapping her in a big towel, you dried her off before pulling on the small PJ with bunnies print you had gotten for her birthday not too long ago.

“Okay. I feel bad for making uncle sad. I didn’t mean to cry but I miss you. Uncle wouldn’t let me call you so I cried.” Her eyes reddening from the overrunning guilt. You couldn’t help but feel your heart cracking a bit further knowing this was half your fault. You knew you had to cut off all contact for Junhoe’s sake, for your sake. Never once during the breakup did you both consider the collateral damage and casualties you’d both leave in the wake of the separation. 

“It’s okay. He thought I was busy so he said that. Next time, how about I call you first??” You coo, pulling the sadden girl into your arms.

“Yea! I miss Matty too.” 

“We can take him to the doggie park later too. If your uncle says okay.” You force a smile for the kid but deep down, this was all too close to heart for your own comfort.

“Auntie... I know you and uncle doesn’t love each other anymore. It’s okay if you don’t want to see me. I just miss you, he misses you too. We just wanna see you. I know it makes you sad to see uncle. He’s very sad too. I saw him crying when he saw me looking at your pictures on the computer.” You were in the process of getting lunch ready but now, now you found yourself standing there like a statue being rain on. You hadn’t cry about Junhoe in so long. You thought you couldn’t anymore but little Hani’s honest words... They cut deep. So instead, you drop to your knee and let the little one hold you close, petting your hair as you shed your tear.

“Hani, I love you uncle very much. I miss him too. It’s just sometimes, sometimes adults have to do things they don’t like for the people they love. Sometimes we have to say goodbye but that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see you. I wanna see you everyday. Matty wanna see you everyday. Next time just tell your uncle to call me, okay?” You smile to calm the little one down.

“You swear?”

“Pinky swear. Now let’s get you lunch and nap.”

Hand in hand, you both turn to walk toward the bedroom door when you could’ve sworn you just miss the blur of the tousle of black hair rushing away from the door. Pushing it to your weary mind playing trick, you both skip happily to lunch time. 

Your kitchen hadn’t had this much laughter since, well since before the breakup. Lunch came and go in a flash and you were now tucking the little one tightly under your blanket. She smile cheekily before planting a big kiss on your cheeks, whispering sleepily to not tell her uncle. 

Sauntering back to the living room now, you wonder where the dog and his master had gone in the 2 hours it took for Hani to finally tuckered out. You let our eyes wander not even a minute when they land upon the sweet sight of Junhoe’s large body cuddling up a sprawl out Mattias. The dog had him whipped since the first day you both adopted him from the rescue. Always napping together, could never got himself to put the four legged son in time out. Junhoe tightly shut eyes wincing a bit when Mattias stretches himself, kicking and whining in his dream. This is the sight you had always come to associate this place with, your life with. Who would’ve thought in such a short time, you’d lose all the hope and dream of a fun filled future with the sleepy man before you. Settling down just beside the boys on the floor, you reach out to scratch Mattias’s belly before hovering above Junhoe’s dark locks. He loves getting a good scalp massage to fall asleep to and you honestly love giving him one. You stare for a moment before the sinful lull of selfishness taken over. Dropping your fingers onto his fringe, you sweep the soft strands out of his forehead, lingering on his soft skin, basking in the cologne that still remains the same after 6 years of being together.

You could feel his eyes stirring a bit, life returning to his sleepy gaze as you shoot away toward the kitchen.

“Hey, where’s Hani?”

Damn that husky voice. Junhoe possesses the voice of angels, so delightful and sweet. When he sings, you could feel your heart skip several beats from how beautiful he is. But then there was the gruff in his voice when he just waking up, so low and so rough that it got you lost in him.

“She’s sleeping, probably 10 minutes now. You want lunch? I can reheat some stuff for you...” You avert your gaze, hand wiping the same spot for the 5th time in the past few minutes.

“I’m okay.” You could see him glancing around, taking note of the changes with a few nods of his head. “Everything is pretty much the same here...”

“Not everything. Lots of things changed.” You rush out the answer, hoping he hadn’t heard it.

“Yea it is. You extensive mug collection is still on the cabinet that’s way too high for you to reach. The bowls and plates still in the left bottom cabinet. You even organize your fridge in the same way. Matty’s bed is still in the corner next to the sliding door. I haven’t seen your room yet but I’m sure it’s the same.” He lists with a slight chuckle with all the intention in the world to lighten to mood.

“I moved the utensil drawer. It’s above the bowls and plates now. Made more sense that way. You grab your utensils then you grab your food holders. I don’t leave my water in the fridge door anymore, I got a big water cooler now. Easier that way.” You were feeling your tear creeping up on you, wiping that spot for the 10th time. “I can’t cook dinner for two anymore. It took me 3 months to even remember not to buy two serving of everything. Veggies don’t fly in the kitchen anymore, they’re just boring old veggies that lay around where you put them down. I don’t come home to your voice singing out my name anymore. I can’t jump into your arm. I can’t kiss you. I can’t cuddle you on rainy day. You don’t make me tea anymore. They’re all still there you know. You never took your tea collection when you left. I-I can’t go to bed expecting the sheet and cover already warmed up. I don’t have to complain about you leaving your products all over the bathroom sink. I guess that’s one good thing. I can’t take care of you when you’re sick and gross and icky. I don’t travel anymore. I don’t go get a salt and butter donut then a coffee every Sunday morning anymore. I’m not yours... And I can’t call you mine... So please tell me, Junnie, in what world is everything “the same””. 

You spin around briskly, throwing the towel onto the floor throwing your hands up in an air quotation mark in snide. You can’t bother hiding the tear anymore. All your emotion of 6 months of constant suppressing exploded. He stood there wide eyes but already lunging forward to pull you into his chest. 

“Damn it, Junhoe. Why did we even break up in the first place?” You sob into his chest feeling the knots in your hair loosen with each pass of his fingers. You feel all the frustration of going against the grain of life seeping out.

“Because we weren’t going anywhere... remember? We got stuck in this routine life that was just stomping in one place. I was struggling to move up in the world and you, you weren’t getting any warmer with the idea of settling down and getting marry. But I have a feeling you’re not asking for the reason...” He coos so tenderly the painful reminder of why you were sleeping alone every night.

“No... Why did it all seemed so complicated back then...Why did we agree to this shitty lonely life.” Your arms tighten around his body, squeezing out all the darkness as he chuckles.

“Because we were dumb and young.”

“We’re still the same age now as when we parted you freak!” He laughs at the seemingly ease you could crack a comeback even when you’re ugly crying.

“Fine. Because we’re a bit wiser now than we were before. We’ve been together for so long and I think we just needed a reminder of what it feels like to be on our own. Honestly, I hated every single second of the past 6 months. I knew it was mutual and I have no right but God, I got so angry when I saw your Instagram that you were getting tea with that guy from your work. Tea is my thing. You were only suppose to drink the one I pick. Then I laughed because there I was, getting angry over tea. But you know what? I realized i miss you so damn much.”

You nearly choke on that sentence. You wanted so badly to come home to that sentence but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for it. Not when you both decided to part way. His lips find themselves resting on your damp cheek as he whispers “i miss you” over and over until you dug your face so far into the crook of his neck the kisses couldn’t reach you anymore.

“I knew I said we always do the same thing and it got so abhorrently boring but I miss it. I would sell my soul to have those “boring” date back. I knew it was just a fluke this morning when you called me Junnie over the phone but it had my heart doing flips and my stomach sick with butterflies. Then earlier when you told Hani you miss me, I’m surprise I had enough self control not to kiss your lips off then and there.” 

You sob out a laugh from the sweet words of your sassy man and he returns the same. You both stood there for so long just looking at the familiarities of each other and how they’re all suddenly seems to be glowing with all the lights of the stars above. His hands move to cup your cheeks gingerly to which you respond with the flutter shut of your eyes. Then you feel the intense heat of summer spreading from his soft lips. It breaches the barrier with the thrust of his tongue greeting yours. It burns down your throat as he moans into you, satisfies with your welcoming touches. Searing down your chest, your heart works itself into a stupor, drugging all your veins with love as you clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. Finally your spent lungs gave out from the intensity of its all with a heavy pant.

“Please tell me we’ll get back together after this because if not, this would all be soooo embarrassing. Also, I’d really like it if you help me move. It’s been hell doing it myself.” He retorts, eyes gloss over with every drip of love he could offer despite the cheeky remarks.

“Yes, weirdo. I mean, who’s gonna fill that empty spot on my shoe rack. I guess I should also pay you back for moving me into this place.” a soft thud of your fist playfully tickles his chest as a much crisper laugh tears through your apartment. You didn’t wanna leave his arms and it seems he has no problem with it. You stay there in the kitchen that held so much memory and surely host of new ones. Your arms tight around him as you rest on his strong stature. He presses kisses here and there, relaying how much he needs you close. Once the tiredness settled into your legs, you drag him over to the couch surprising a still sleeping Mattias awake. He gladly gives up part of the couch for you to fall onto with Junhoe flushing tight against your back.

“You know earlier, when you were struggling with 2 backpacks and a fussy Hani, you really looked like a real dad. Kinda cute.” 

“Yea? Does it uh, does it makes you feel a certain way...?” He winks teasingly, words playful as he presses a kiss onto your lips.

“I don’t know. Should I be? Why don’t you enlighten me.” You refuse to relent to his mischievous words.

“If I look like a dad and you think it’s cute... Doesn’t it incite a motherly feeling in you? I mean, you look like a fearless mom that could handle a zombie apocalypse earlier laying down the law with Hani. I’m not saying you have to feel motherly any time soon... Just you know, eventually.” Hope glints gleefully in his eyes as he not so inconspicuously letting his finger rubs your own very specific one.

“Koo Junhoe, isn’t there something you need to ask me first before I should be feeling motherly?” You retort, flicking his forehead, watching him wincing in pain.

“Let me worry about that part, okay babe? I promise you, I’ll be here for the rest of your life. I will never, ever leave again.” Clutching onto your hands tightly, he let his heart speaks knowing he’s in a good place from here on out.

“I love you, Junnie.”

“I love you, baby.”

You both remain silent, basking in the peacefulness of a revived love. You spend your time staring at him, letting your fingers relearn all the dips and curve of Junhoe. He did the same, index running along your nose ridge, brushing your hair out of your face, poking your cheeks. Nothing but small giggles and kisses could be heard for the next hour until the gentle voice of a very sleepy Hani burst your bubble.

“Does this mean I get to sleep over whenever I want to again?”

Junhoe breaks into a laugh as you motion for the little one to come over. She jumps right in and wiggles herself neatly in the crack between yours and his body. She calls for Mattias as the happy pup wagging his tail your way, settling just beneath your feet continuing to snooze away. Her eyes close once again as you press a soft kiss on her hair, Junhoe doing the same.  He whispers to a giddy Hani before beaming brightly at you.

“Yes, kid. It does.” 

[idolizerp]

LOADING INFORMATION ON CHERRY BOMB!’S MAIN RAP LEE JUNHEE...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: leesoul CURRENT AGE: 25 DEBUT AGE: 19 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 16 COMPANY: MSG SECONDARY SKILL: music production (r&b, soul)

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S): wonder soul, soul-pd (from her skills as a video editor and background in music production) INSPIRATION: it was her brother who first introduced her to music. as she watched him pick up instrument after instrument, she found herself falling in love just like he did, following in his footsteps. she found a lot of inspiration from underground indie artists as well. SPECIAL TALENTS:

mimicking her members and other idols

extensive knowledge of contemporary music

being able to tell who someone is based on touch alone

NOTABLE FACTS:

is known for having a lot of male idol friends

graduated from yeungnam university with a degree in music composition

has shown open support for the LGBTQ community several times in the past

once stated in an interview that her ideal type is “someone who can love me for me” 

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

at the moment, she wants to focus on her own personal projects: expanding her youtube channel, making higher quality content that her viewers will enjoy, building her portfolio as a producer, experimenting with different sounds, and perhaps releasing a single or two on her personal (soon to be announced) soundcloud account. she’s done what msg wants for long enough. it’s about time she gets to do what she wants instead.

LONG-TERM GOALS:

in the end, she wants out. she’s dedicated years of her life to msg, yet they seem to have no intentions of fulfilling her wishes. she wants more opportunities than their giving her, more chances to showcase her talents not just as a member of cherry bomb! but as an individual as well. slowly but surely, she’s been putting distance between her and the company, venturing into other creative spheres such as filmmaking, directing, and self-producing. if msg won’t help her reach her goals, she’ll just have to do it herself.

IDOL IMAGE

she’s rushed into debut without a clear concept in mind, and it shows.

the rapper who can’t rap. the singer who doesn’t sing. the disappointment.

when leesoul is introduced to the world, she is plain. average. mediocre in every way, shape, and form. so they give her something she can work with. attach a pretty vision to her name.

—

SIDE A.

her role is simple enough: she’s the attention grabber, the stan attractor. stylists ensure her outfits are always the most eye-catching, the most visually intriguing because they know her stage presence alone isn’t enough to hold her up. bold prints, abstract patterns, and dramatic makeup distract from the areas in which she’s lacking, are what make her interesting.

( “but i can’t—” do this, she wants to say. i can’t put on the show you’re asking me to. i can’t pretend to be something i’m not.

she can’t.

she won’t.)

in the end, she isn’t given a choice. fake it till you make it, they tell her. so that’s exactly what she does. she wears the mask of false confidence with surprising grace, turns into the version of herself people want to see.

she’s a circus act, meant to be ogled at. with her, they can afford to push the boundaries of what’s expected ever so slightly. the name she builds for herself comes not from music but from the fantasy she’s created of a girl who is somehow larger than life.

people like that she’s weird. loud. quirky. the oddball of the group, known for her high-pitched laughs and godawful puns. her charm lies in the ability to entertain.

SIDE B.

as junhee grows, so too does leesoul.

with their fans being older now, they don’t care so much for theatrics as they do for someone they can connect with, relate to on some level.

maybe they’re finally starting to see that she has something to offer to the world just as she is, or perhaps they’ve come to terms with who she wants to be, but she’s allowed a little more freedom in recent years. they give her room to form her own identity, one that is unique and solely her own. she’s as open as she can be without overstepping her boundaries, and it shows. there’s an assuredness to the way she carries herself that wasn’t there before. the set of her jaw, the gait of her walk. it speaks of someone who feels good in their own body.

the insecurities don’t go away, but they aren’t as prominent as they once were.

the lines between who she is and who she’s perceived to be start to blur. junhee is leesoul is junhee, and maybe this is how it was meant to be all along.

IDOL HISTORY

it’s hard to imagine a time before.

before her father left. before her mother lost the will to live. before minjun traded his life for drugs. before junho gave up on his dream.

still, she tries.

—

TRACK 1: HER LAST.

he doesn’t leave right away. he can’t. the guilt keeps him trapped to a life he wants nothing to do with. he stays, long enough to see his wife bring two baby boys into the world. he’s a good father to when he wants to be.

it’s when junhee is born that he can no longer pretend to care, taking along with his luggage a lifetime’s worth of memories and unconditional love.

her mother’s voice is always void of emotion when she speaks of him. not cold, exactly. she doesn’t have the capacity for that whenever he’s concerned. instead, it’s as if all the life has left her, leaving an empty shell in its wake. there are no photos of him to be had, no signs that he had ever lived at all.

as far as junhee is concerned, her father does not exist.

TRACK 2: YOUTH.

growing up goes like this.

sometimes food is scarce. sometimes rent is paid a week late. sometimes their mother works two jobs, seven days a week to make ends meet. sometimes seoul feels more like a cage than a city. there are months where they can afford to indulge a little—a new shirt to wear to school or extra japchae for dinner one night—and there are months when they just barely scrape by. maybe it should scare her, knowing how low they fall on the socioeconomic ladder. and it does, to a certain extent. it makes her cautious, makes her grow up faster than she should.

it also makes her strong.

TRACK 3: FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.

she forgets how it happens. their mother is working late again and minjun is sleeping over at a friend’s, leaving junho to watch over her for the second night in a row, and she’s waiting. waiting for the click of the front door as junho slips out the apartment to go—somewhere. where he goes, she has no idea. all she knows is that he’s back before dawn, breathing a little easier than he did when he left.

she asks one night while feeling exceptionally brave to go with him.

and to her surprise, he lets her come along.

junhee is thirteen going on fourteen when she first finds herself transported to a world of neon lights and multicolored hair and 90s-inspired vaporwave. seoul’s underground scene is nothing like she thought it would be, but it’s learning her brother—quiet, soft-spoken, with a heart of gold—is in the center of it all that comes as the greatest shock.

it’s sneaking into open mic nights, falling in love with music and the way in which words come together to create such beautiful sound. it’s watching her brother rap on stage with the sort of confidence she can only hope to gain and suddenly imagining herself up there, taking control of a crowd, making heads spin. it’s thinking maybe, maybe (someday, hopefully one day).

it’s exposing herself to people from all walks of life, hearing stories of failure and success, and realizing that seoul doesn’t have to be a cage.

for some, it can be a realm of possibilities.

TRACK 4: EXISTENCE THEORY.

it’s been a week since their mother’s gotten out of bed for more than a few minutes at a time, and all she can think about is the card in her hands, given to her backstage after another one of her impromptu performances in hongdae.

(she’s a horrible daughter.) (she’s a horrible daughter, and she knows it.)

“i’m scared,” she whispers.

she’s sixteen, insecurities pouring out of her in waves as she stands in line, the girl with nothing to her name in a sea of rising talents.

junho is there. he squeezes her hand as the line moves, smile made of sunlight and stars. “it’s okay to be scared,” he tells her, sounding so sure of himself, and it’s times like these that make her forget there’s only two years separating them. “a little fear isn’t going to stop you.”

he’s right, of course.

but don’t tell him that.

TRACK 5: I REMEMBER YOU.

not many have a story like hers.

most come to seoul for the sky universities and shopping malls, for the chance at fame and promises of false dreams. they’re so blinded by high rises and pretty lights that they don’t notice the lost souls, the ones who’ve slipped through the cracks and ended up at the bottom, looking for ways now to claw themselves out.

this city has been the only home she’s ever known, and yet she feels more like a stranger than the ones who traveled here by train.

she clings to the ones who have gone through what she has and hides from the rest. timidness is mistaken for arrogance, forming a barrier around her that few choose to break. loneliness wraps around her like the cold of winter, seeps into her skin and settles there.

exhaustion becomes as familiar as breathing, a constant weight she’s forced to bear on her shoulders along with the rest of them. the practice room becomes her second home. she rehearses the same routine until her muscles scream, lungs on the verge of collapse. months of extreme diets and overexertion turn into little more than skin and bones.

good, she’s told. one step closer to perfection, she’s told.

through it all, she thinks of junho and the promises she’d made to him. she’d written them all down so there was no chance of her forgetting one.

keep going.

even if it hurts.

keep going.

TRACK 6: THE BEGINNING OF FOREVER.

debut comes, but the war doesn’t end there. criticism finds her from the moment leesoul enters the spotlight.

(”she doesn’t really do much, does she? i mean she just sorta stands there lol”) (“i was so excited for leesoul to debut but now i feel like it was a bit lacking”) (”isn’t she supposed to be the rapper? but she had like three lines and they weren’t even that good”)

junhee is being torn apart before she’s even the chance to truly begin.

where’s her strength now? she wonders.

her company is at a loss for what to do with her. nothing is working. they can’t seem to find an image that sticks.

two comebacks in, she considers it. giving up. going back to a broken home. to a mother she no longer recognizes, to a brother who fought to get her to this point, to the ghost of her father’s son (not her mother’s, she thinks, not since he went too). she thinks about the years that’ll have been wasted, everything leading to this moment, all of it for naught.

in the comfort of night, her fingers find imaginary guitar strings, hover over invisible piano keys, and she’s reminded of why she’s here.

the music. it’s always been about the music.

it will always be about the music.

TRACK 7: BUDDING ROSES.

things get better.

for a while, she does what she’s told. latches onto the image of safe and quirky that has been proven to sell well and develops a modest fanbase in the process. she sings and dances, not in the way she wants but enough to satisfy for now.

she stops expecting and starts settling. it hurts less when she does.

TRACK 8: EVERYTHING I AM.

there’s a slip of the tongue.

a commentary on the double standards placed upon females in an industry that exploits their bodies for profit. a passing remark about the treatment of idol trainees. posts about her less-than-stellar upbringing.

after several years in the making, she finally loses her momentum. suddenly, leesoul has become a source of conflict among the idol industry. some see her as a martyr, a symbol of the changing times. more often, though, she’s found to be her repulsive, rude, obnoxious. everything an idol isn’t and should never strive to be.

damage control is swift and to the point. she disappears from the public eye for a few months while the media buzz surrounding her fades. social media is off limits as is just about everything else. she’s scared for what’s to come, but there’s excitement there as well.

she no longer has a reason to hide.

TRACK 9: US.

junho calls her one night after a concert in osaka, full of heavy sighs and feigned joy for her sake. she misses him, always, but especially now. misses the sound of his voice when he sings from the heart, the soul in his hands as they dance across a piano.

when was the last time she heard him play? she can’t remember.

“how are you?” he asks.

the answer is can’t be expressed  in words. how does she tell him she’s never felt so free and so constricted at the same time? it took her this long to finally feel the slightest ease of comfort in her own skin, and now she’s being punished for it. she’s bigger than she’s ever been, but no one knows her for her music. she’s tired of waiting for her voice to be heard.

(this was supposed to be us, she thinks. we were supposed to reach the stars together.)

“junhee?”

she breathes in. exhales, slow.

“i’m getting there.”

it’s the closest truth she can give.

[7wanderingpaws]

Always, yours (3)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

AU: professor Baekhyun, domestic AU, family AU, triplet craze AU

Word count: 4.8K

Warnings: none

tags: @geniusloey​ (let me know if you want to be added!)

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You were crying and everything was a disaster. The baby corner was full of onlookers and you never hated your life as much  as you did in that moment.

Upon hearing small gurgles of your son, you ran the remaining distance, taking your scared, crying son from Sonhee’s hold. She handed Jun without any question and you quickly cuddled Jun to your chest, your tears of fear and worry rolling down your cheeks without you realizing.

You were mad at yourself. So, so mad. How could you leave the weakest baby alone with a stranger? How could you forget to tell them not to feed him without your presence?

You bit your lip harshly as you heard Sukyeong sending everyone away. She was then talking to someone quietly but you wouldn’t pay attention. Jun was now a whimpering mess, his ear-piercing screams coming to a halt when he felt your presence.

“Oh, what a young mother,” someone muttered from behind you, a hushed whisper still caught by your ears. “No wonder she isn’t doing well yet without experience.”

More tears welled up in your eyes. Even though you couldn’t see clearly, you looked at Jun’s face, his father’s eyes looking back at you. How come baby’s tears could be so big? They were rolling down, taking up a huge space on his small, red cheeks.

“It’s okay, mummy’s here,” you murmured quickly kissing the tears away. Carefully cradling the back of his head, you brought him to your neck so he wouldn’t be exposed to other intrusive eyes. Juna and Junhee were restless as they were held by Sonhee and Mrs Lee in the meantime.

What to do? You were thinking frantically. The only thing that came to your mind was to go home. Obviously staying in this gym wasn’t doing you nor the kids any good.

“Sukyeong,” you muttered, not turning. The wall you were facing was a pastel blue but it didn’t do anything to calm you down. “I’m going to go home. Can you bring me my stuff?”

“I’ll take you-“

“I’ll take you home,” a familiar male voice spoke up out of nowhere. 

Slightly turning, you saw Lee Junho looking at you with worried eyes. When you didn’t respond, instead holding your son closer to you, he added: “I’m the owner of this gym and I feel responsible. Please let me take care of this by giving you a lift.” He turned to Sukyeong who was a little taken aback. “You may go back and resume the workout with Kanghee, she will finish the class for me.”

“But she is my best friend, I’ll take care-“

“I insist.”

You wiped your eyes, realizing you’d been shedding tears the whole time with your heart broken. Jun was finally quiet but he managed to pee himself in the ruckus so you nodded quickly, agreeing: “Go finish the workout Sukyeonga. I’ll take up on Mr Lee’s request.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded and reached for the baby bag you always carried around. “Yeah. It’s no problem. I’ll be back, I’ll just change his nappy and clothes. Please watch out for the girls until then.”

</3

“I thought you were just a university student,” spoke up Junho as he was driving slowly towards your home. “You are so young I-” he stopped himself, growing speechless as he gently shook his head.

Jun was tied to your chest in the baby carrier while both girls were in the backseat, safely in their baby carrier baskets. It was a headache to install all of it in Junho's car but you didn't mind as long as he would take you home and you wouldn't ever see him again.

Only now, as you were seated with some time to think were you reminded to look at your phone. You wanted Baekhyun to come downstairs to help you with the kids, only to feel like crying again when you finally read his messages he sent you before you started your class but didn't read.

I know you know it but make sure to remind them not to feed Jun just in case we never know when the reflux hits again  and I'm worried about him since you won't be there

“Sorry, I keep blabbering,” laughed awkwardly Junho and you looked at him. He was staring ahead, sometimes looking out his window as if unsure where to look. “So you're a mother. Of triplets. Wow… Anyway, how many months young are they?”

You heaved out a small sigh and managed to smile, liking to talk about your munchkins. “They are only three months old. And before you go and judge me about leaving them alone, I double-checked with the baby corner whether they are able to take care of the kids.”

“Well, my mother - Mrs Lee - is in charge of the baby corner. She is an expert when it comes to babies,” he said and you felt even worse that he was blaming himself when in fact it was all your  fault. “Sonhee is also great with babies.”

“It isn't their fault at all. It's mine,” you admitted and looked down at Jun's face. He was sleeping peacefully, cuddled to your neck, his gentle baby smell and baby powder you used calming down your senses for a minute. “I should have mentioned he has problems with accepting food.” Plus, the words of a stranger woman came back flooding your already beaten up mind. Oh, what a young mother. No wonder she isn’t doing well yet without experience.

“I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you,” murmured back Junho, not wanting to disturb the babies. “Sorry if I am being too nosy but what about their father? Did he leave you?”

“Oh, no, he is at work. Well, he should be home by now,” you said quietly, frowning. “But he usually works a little late so-”

“-so you're alone with the kids the whole time,” finished Junho, his voice somehow accusatory.

You stole a glance his way again, catching the tighter grip on the steering wheel. “Well, someone has to feed us.”

This time, Junho looked at you and caught you gazing down at your son. “Many men just do that - knock up a woman and then let her take care of the mess while they live freely.”

You frowned. “I know my husband for many years, Junho,” you told him in a cold voice, a little disappointed he thought of you or Baekhyun in such a way, let alone thinking of your blessings as a mess, “and he does his best for me and our kids.”

Junho was once again shocked, shooting you a wary glance. “You're married, too?”

“Yes,” you snapped, “I don't wear my ring for the workouts, you know?”

“I'm sorry-”

“It's fine,” you sighed, running your hand through your messy hair.

“I misjudged.”

“I thought people like you shouldn't be so fast to judge.”

“You're right. It is just worrisome to see you so young with triplets alone.”

“I wasn't alone,” you reminded, “I was with Sukyeong.”

“But it should be their father who is by your side.”

You only hummed, not wanting to talk about your personal life with a stranger. Sure, a handsome one but he was a stranger. When you recognized the neighbourhood, you unlocked your phone quickly, kissing Jun's temple in the process. With a little shock, you noticed your hands shaking. It must have been the stress. “I'll call my husband so he can come downstairs.”

Junho was silent but he nodded nonetheless. Baekhyun's phone rang four times already but he wasn't picking up. Frowning, you were about to put the phone back down when he suddenly picked it up. The background on his side was so loud, you accidentally pressed the “speaker” option, Baekhyun's voice filling up the whole space in the car.

“Sweetheart, I'm not home yet, sorry!” he said and you heard some clinking of cups in the background. “I was dragged to dinner with my colleagues but I'll try to come home soon, alright?”

Your throat restricted, lump rising as you tried to put it back to silence.

“Are you home, yet?” asked Baekhyun when you didn't reply.

“Yeah, I finished a little earlier,” you told him and finally managed to put the volume down. Pressing the phone to your ear, you saw Junho speeding up to enter the underground carpark. “Don't worry, I'll be waiting home.”

“Is all good?” he asked, his voice more serious.

Your eyes were hurting from the burning tears so you closed them, praying you wouldn't start crying again in front of Junho. “Yes! All is fine!” you replied, too cheerfully. “See you soon, honey.”

“Alright, I trust you,” he added with emphasis. It was supposed to be a small threat in case you wouldn't be telling the truth and you knew you would hear it from him once he'd find out you lied, but you couldn't care less in that moment. “Love you, baby.”

You swallowed. “Love you, too.”

As soon as you ended the call, Junho said: “I'll help you with the kids.”

You nibbled on your lower lip. “Thank you.”

</3

It was an uneasy feeling; arriving into an empty apartment with the lights off. The heat of the summer evening was hitting the space which made you head straight for the air conditioner in the living room, Jun in your tight grip.

“Don't worry, you can come in with shoes,” you said hurriedly to Junho who was shuffling at the entrance, trying to take off his trainers while having a baby bag over his shoulder and two babies in the carriers.

“It's okay,” you heard a smile in his voice and by the time you appeared in the corridor leading to the entrance door, he was already walking in, looking around with focus and unhidden interest. “You have a really nice apartment.”

You smiled, saying a small thank you, and headed to the baby room, telling him to follow you. The gentle smell of baby powder welcomed you when you entered and turned on the lights. “You can just put them down here and I will take care of the rest.”

Junho clicked his tongue and lowered the carriers on the fluffy carpet, but he proceeded by crouching down and unbuckling the sleeping babies. “How could I just go? Let me at least help unpack.”

You stood unsurely above him. You knew as a mother you should be fast to take charge and get everything done according to your rules, but for some reason, you couldn't. Junho was very careful with the babies as he undid the belts and when he looked up at you, he froze. “What?”

Almost rigidly, you shook your head not wanting him to misunderstand whatever he was interpreting in his mind. “No, no, nothing! I mean - thank you for coming all the way up here and of course for driving me home.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” And just like that, he brought sleeping Juna out and with one questioning glance, you navigated him to put the baby in the crib, soon following with Junhee's sleeping form. “Do you want me to put these somewhere?” He pointed to the now empty baby carriers.

You smiled gratefully. Junho really seemed to want to help.  “That's fine, I'll do it.”

He nodded and soon enough, silence spread over the baby room. Jun was awake but as usual, he didn't make a sound and only this once you wished he would, so that you'd have a good excuse to start moving around and do what you originally intended. Jun needed feeding despite vomiting everything before.

“I'm going to go then,” he said after a small while. You already felt bad for not being able to host him properly enough but with Jun still on your mind and worried eating you away, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You nodded and when he moved out of the room, you spoke up. “I am not going to come anymore. I mean - to exercise.”

Junho turned around with a little shock. “If it's about what happened today, then don't worry about it. It's only normal.”

“No, it isn't normal,” you sighed, dejected. “Babies are still too young and Jun is quite sicklish. I forgot to tell the babysitter not to feed him. I'm so irresponsible.”

Junho was fast to spot the utter guilt in your eyes and the way you avoided his gaze. Frowning on the ground, you pursed your lips while gently running your hand over Jun's butt. He would always thought you looked beautiful and cute in that moment with the baby, but he knew it must have been difficult on you as a mother of triplets at such a young age.

“I don't know much about you,” he started gently, “in fact I wish I knew more because you seem to be interesting. But you are doing everything by yourself. You spend days alone with them and you probably have a head full of worries and three kinds of checklists that you mentally tick off. I won't judge nor mind if you don't want to exercise anymore. But maybe once your little ones grow bigger you can come back and I will gladly make the best work-out routine for you. Your body is your everything. Don't neglect it.”

Even though he could have saved that last sentence, Junho's words made you think; even more so that they were more accurate than you would have expected from a man who didn't have kids yet on his own. At least you thought he didn't have.

“Thanks a lot,” you smiled again, but the more the meeting prolonged the less you felt like it. A good cry was what you needed. “I'll reach out once I will be ready again.”

He nodded and started to put on his trainers. “I wish you all the best,” he said once he straightened up to his full length.

You nodded and let him out of the apartment. “Take care.”

He turned around just in the last moment, startling you. “I'll be waiting for you.”

Breath hitched in your throat and you could only manage to look at him speechlessly.

“At the gym! Of course at the gym!” he added quickly, laughing when he saw the expression on your face. He looked incredibly handsome when he laughed and his awkwardness made you heave out a little laugh as well.

“Okay, I'll meet you much later at the gym,” you replied, still smiling.

“That's good enough.”

</3

It was quite late when Baekhyun arrived home. The apartment was dark and quiet and he mentally cursed for not being on time again.

He went straight to your shared bedroom, not wanting to wake the triplets by accident and when he opened the door, your dim bedside lamp greeted him. With it you lying on your side and next to your chest a peacefully sleeping Jun. He was surprised to find the baby with you in your bed.

“Baby, I’m home,” he whispered, hoping you weren’t asleep yet.

You hummed, opening your eyes to see his suit-clad figure. He walked over to your side and hovered over you, looking at Jun and then at your side profile. He trailed his hand over your arm soothingly.

“Baby, why is Jun here?” He looked over his son again. “Did something happen?”

“All is good,” you said, your voice heavy with upcoming sleep.

Baekhyun understood you didn’t want to talk. He expected you to be hurt or even offended that he didn’t let you know on time about his delay. He always felt guilty for leaving you to be with triplets the whole time by yourself.

“I’ll go shower, you sleep,” he mumbled eventually when he didn’t receive more of an answer. A hum met his ears and he pressed a small kiss to the side of your face before taking off the suit jacket. He was unbuttoning his shirt when you took Jun into your arms, wanting to bring him to his crib.

Without sparing Baekhyun a glance, you walked past him and he took a hold of your waist gently, stopping you from leaving. Your tired eyes met his before you let them look at his exposed chest, the shirt still hanging off his wide shoulders. “You’re mad, right?”

“I’m not mad, Baekhyun. I’m tired.”

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I know I promised you that I’ll be home by-“

“You didn’t promise anything,” you interrupted him quietly. “You said you’d try to make it home earlier and I'm sure you did.” You hesitated. “Let me put Jun into bed. I need to lie down, too. It's late.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he said in a hushed tone and he sighed.

You managed to smile and shook your head before walking ahead and out of the bedroom, Jun still in your tight grip. Maybe it was the shock of the day that you didn't want to tell Baekhyun what happened. But you were certain you were mad at yourself more than at anyone else and you were positive Baekhyun would be extremely dissatisfied if he found out how irresponsible you were. You had a heavy heart and you wanted to keep to yourself for the time being. Jun was all fine, thankfully, which was the only reason you could put him to sleep separately from you. The idea of something happening to him again while you weren't present was probably the first issue that would come to haunt you in the future as a mother. This was how it felt like; leaving your kid and always hoping they would be fine without you.

By the time you came back, Baekhyun was in the shower. The constant buzz of the running water quickly lulled you to sleep, your mind and body completely exhausted from the day’s events. This one time you couldn't wait up for him. You were practically a walking zombie when you landed on your side of the bed.

Even when your husband joined you in bed, rushing to scoop you up in his arms so he could envelope himself around you like a koala to his eucalyptus tree. He sighed in content but he knew he would have a talk with you in the morning.

<3

It was only by Saturday when you actually talked. Baekhyun didn't want to wake you after being woken up on Friday early in the morning to feed, and then you slept yet again when he was about to leave for work. Your quietness was very unusual to him.

He made sure to bring the monitor to his side and tried to sleep as lightly as possible so that if the munchkins were up, he'd be there first. The bags under your eyes, and your eyes themselves not having the typical spark made him very worried. You needed to rest and he would try his best to let you.

Currently, he was having a good chat with the triplets, even though one was already crying - Junhee, of course - because he was trying to feed Juna who started the ruckus first. Thankfully, he closed the door to the babies' room, so he didn't have to worry about their wailing waking you up.

But boy, was it difficult to satisfy them. He opted to heat up another bottle of milk and he was now balancing them in both hands, trying to safely feed both of the hungry mouths. Baekhyun prayed Jun wouldn't follow his sisters' lead as he observed him for a moment before focusing back on his daughters.

“Are you always giving this much of a hard time to mummy whenever I'm not here?” he murmured but an affectionate smile stretched his lips. Juna and Junhee were adorable as he was staring down at them, their eyes wide open while looking at their father. Their cheeks were pinkish and puffy, their soft hair a little messy and pressed in funny ways from sleeping  which made Baekhyun's heart swell with love. Whenever their small fingers tapped on his long fingers, he would try to caress their hands with it.

“After this, it's nappy-change time,” he told them seriously. “No exceptions, okay?”

Juna was gulping down like crazy, and whenever she swallowed hard, she exhaled loudly and Baekhyun eventually chuckled. “You are definitely daddy's little girl. Daddy also eats too fast but watch out - don't want your tummy to hurt, hm, little Juna?”

When he was sure that both babies were well-fed, he threw a small glance at Jun who was still too peaceful. He wasn't asking for food and neither was he asking for attention. “Junnie, what's wrong?” he asked quietly, worry laced in his voice, and lifted him out of his crib. “Why are you so quiet? You don't want some yummy milk?” He brought the bottle up to his face, pressing the pacifier to the top of his lips. Jun was only bulging his eyes at his father, as if unsure what to do with the bottle. “You don't want a sip?”

Jun averted his gaze, observing everything around him in quietness. He was moving around in Baekhyun's arms, most probably meaning he was a little restless, so Baekhyun put him back down into the crib, hoping he would make a scene, but Jun only looked at the small toys that he had hovering above him. To make it more interesting for him, Baekhyun pushed a few of them, letting them dingle gently and taking Jun's attention.

Baekhyun sighed, unsure. While the babies were still in their peaceful mode after changing their nappies, he left them and went straight back to the kitchen to wash up the bottles and prepare some breakfast for the both of you, wanting to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

Of course, he underestimated the whole situation. It was now way past 8am and you were up, and rubbing your eyes at the bar table separating the kitchen from the open living room. “Honey, why didn't you wake me?” you asked, your voice still heavily laced with sleep.

Baekhyun turned his head to the left as he was washing the tomatoes. “Sweetheart, go back to bed. I'll bring the food to the bedroom,” he told you and turned the water off.

Not listening, you tapped over to him, observing and trying to decode his recipe, but Baekhyun put down the vegetables, turned to you and held you by your upper arms. “You. Bed. Now.”

“I'm fine, honey,” you insisted tiredly. “Let me just help you out- oh, and what about the triplets?”

“I took care of them,” he said somewhat proudly, happy that it was finally him attending to them while you could keep on sleeping.

You sighed. “You should be resting. You work a lot during the week-”

“And you cannot escape your work at all,” cut in Baekhyun, frowning. “I'm not going to ask you what has been bothering you the past couple of days, but let me at least help out like this.”

Instantly, you felt guilty. You were so tired you managed to forget your heavy emotions in your deep slumber. They all came back to you, taking a good, comfortable seat in the depths of your chest, no signs of leaving whatsoever. Not until you resolved them at least.

“I don't want to lie down,” you still protested and Baekhyun observed you for a moment, trying to see through you. Without another word, you stepped closer and hugged him, your arms stretching so you could connect your hands on his wide back. He didn't hesitate, and brought you to him, pecking the top of your head.

“What's the matter, hm,” he hummed softly into your ear. “You haven't been yourself.”

“I messed up,” you murmured into his chest and when he wanted to pull away, you squeezed him tighter, making him groan in mock hurt. “No, just stay like this a little longer.”

He brought up his hand to your head and gently caressed your hair. “How did you mess up?”

You took a deep breath. “I am a bad mother, Baekhyun. I can't do this.”

“No, sweetheart, that's nonsense and you know it, too,” he said, this time really trying to pry your arms away from him but you wouldn't budge, persisting on holding onto him. He tried again, but gave up when you shimmied yourself closer, causing him to step backwards. He sighed affectionately, his hand going back up to caress you.

“Jun got sick while I was working out and well… yeah, that happened. So I had to come home earlier on Thursday.”

Baekhyun tensed slightly at your words, but was fast to ease up. His son was alright now. There was no need to overreact. “Did Sukyeong bring you home then?” he asked, trying to sound unbothered.

It was your turn to tense up now. Baekhyun felt it, but did not comment, instead waited patiently for your answer. “The trainer brought me home,” you mumbled and he desperately wanted to see your face, but you were still glued to his chest. “But don't worry. I'm not going to work out anymore. Not until the munchkins are bigger at least.”

“Let me look at you, princess,” Baekhyn requested, tapping your butt gently. “C'mon, don't hide.”

You squeezed him one last time before slowly disattaching yourself, your big, sad eyes looking up at him while your lower lip was trapped under your teeth. “I'm sorry for disappointing you.”

He gave you a gentle smile as he cupped your face, breathing a kiss on your forehead. “Is this what's been bothering you?” You nodded, still bulging your eyes at him. “I'm such a jerk,” he sighed eventually, “it should have been me who brings you home on Thursday. Instead I came home super late and had you deal with everything by yourself.”

You started to shake your head violently. “No, Baekhyun, no, this isn't your fault.”

“Did the trainer come up here?” he shot quickly, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at you.

You shrugged. “He helped me bring the triplets up. So he had to come in.” You went on to explain to him what actually happened that day, keeping Baekhyun's eager eye contact the whole time. “I forgot to tell them,” you admitted, devastated. “I'm so frigging irresponsible.”

“That's why you had Junnie with you when I came back?” he asked quietly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You nodded, pressing your lips together in anxiety.

Baekhyun sighed. “Let's take him to the doctor's, hm?” he suggested and when he saw you nod again, he brought you back into a bear hug, your arms immediately sneaking around him. “And then you, little lady, will go to the doctor's about your breast milk, got it?” he asked, more seriously. He still didn't let the topic go but since you were both dealing with the problems now, he wanted to bring it up. “You're leaking too much and it's causing you discomfort. I don't care if you don't want help, but you need to see the doctor to make sure everything is in normal with your body.”

You pouted up at him and he chuckled softly, caressing your cheek. “Okay, you're right,” you eventually gave in and Baekhyun's smile grew even more, very much satisfied with your answer.

“That's my baby girl,” he breathed, pecking you on the lips.

“Sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“You needed time to process, there is no need to apologize for that. It's my fault for letting my colleagues drag me when I knew I had responsibilities.”

Once again you cuddled yourself to him, and Baekhyun laughed again, humming in satisfaction when he had you like this. It was only until there was a knock on the entrance door, with it the doorbell ringing through the quiet apartment. If that wasn't enough to surprise you, the babies' reaction to the doorbell wasn't good, either, for at least two babies woke up right away, their whimpers coming in through the monitor.

You separated, moving to tend to the babies while Baekhyun went for the door. You were shushing Junhee, the forever crybaby, only calming down when she was finally in your grasp. Too curious as to who was the unexpected guest, you went to the room's door, peeking over the door frame just to completely freeze.

Baekhyun was facing Lee Junho, your trainer.

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A/N: Did you figure out the usage of "<3 and </3" ??? Huhu ^^