#chaewon x male oc

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Chaewon Fluff but best friends turn to lovers pleaseee!!! Really love your writing btw!!!

Thank you for the request and the kind words, sorry this took so long to put out :^) Hopefully I made up for the wait by making it extra cute and giving it that rom-com corniness :]

“Well that was…”

“...Shit.”

After weeks of catfishes and awkward talking stages, both you and Chaewon finally found dates from a dating app. Things were going fine at first - the girl you matched with was cute, funny, and matched your energy, and it seemed like things were going well with Chaewon and her match too. You brought up the idea of a double date at a KBBQ place as a fun way to get to know each other’s dates. Chaewon is your best friend after all and you wouldn’t want her to end up with the personification of a red flag.

You got to the restaurant first, talking and flirting with your date while you waited. For once, it seemed like your dating life was going in the right direction. However, that all changed when she made eye contact with Chaewon’s man. Coincidentally, both your dates were exes in a toxic relationship, evidenced by the screaming match and the mess of thrown side dishes they made as they stormed out of the restaurant, leaving you and Chaewon completely stunned.

You slump into your seat, letting out a resigned groan. “God dammit…” You mutter under your breath. Chaewon sits across from you, unsure of how to react from the altercation. The server comes by to replace the side dishes that had been tossed out by your dates alongside the meat you ordered and a bottle of soju.

“Um, we didn’t order any soju,” you say, confused.

“”Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house. You two look like you could use it.” She gives you a sympathetic look before disappearing into the kitchen. You twist off the cap and bring it to your lips before Chaewon stops you.

“Yah,” she utters, holding up a shot glass. “Give me some too.”

Chuckling, you pour her a shot which she downs almost instantly. Fatigue hangs in the air between the two of you, yet it’s almost comical in a way. Truthfully, you’re almost glad that all of this blew up in your faces. For years, you couldn’t shake the feeling that every girl you’ve ever dated was just “wrong” for you. You thought it was stress from school or work that made it difficult to maintain a healthy relationship, but that feeling lingered even at the best of times. The fact that you don’t have to go through the ordeal of breaking up with someone again felt refreshing.

“I’m sorry that happened,” you say, finally breaking the prolonged silence.

“Eh, it’s fine. To be honest, I’m kinda glad that happened.”

Your ears perk up with intrigue. “Really?”

“He was a nice guy and all, but something just felt… off,” she admits, blankly watching the meat cook on the grill as if she’s lost in thought. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for dating.”

“I’ll drink to that.” You pour out more shots for the both of you, the smooth liquid slipping down your throat and slowly releasing your inhibitions.

“What about you?” She mutters. “It looked like you really liked her.”

“I mean…” You lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling. Did you really actually like her, or were you just playing the role that you were supposed to play? You bought her gifts, you kissed her, you slept with her, but aren’t those things boyfriends are expected to do? Did you really, truly feel anything for her?

“I don’t know. I thought I did, but… maybe not.”

Chaewon snickers as she pours another shot, a glimpse of a smirk dancing on her lips.. “I guess we’re both just unlucky, huh.”

You can’t help but laugh at your predicament, downing another shot like it’s water. The alcohol swims around in your system, loosening you up and making you forget about the girl in a matter of seconds. In fact, the only thing you can think about is the girl sitting in front of you, drinking her problems away just like you are.

“I just had a funny thought,” Chaewon snickers, the alcohol taking a noticeable toll on her already. 

You lean forward, intrigued. “What is it?”

“What if…” She pauses for dramatic effect, peering deeply into your eyes. You feel warmth enveloping your cheeks and you're not sure if it’s from the soju or her. “...Never mind.”

“Yah, Kim Chaewon!” You exclaim, annoyed.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid.” She sinks into her seat, covering her face in embarrassment.

“I promise you, there’s nothing you could say that could make this night any worse.”

Her gaze falls to the ground as she nervously twiddles her fingers. She looks so cute when she makes that face like she’s deep in thought. Her nose scrunches and her cheeks puff up slightly, it makes you want to just pinch her cheeks. For the first time that night, you notice her outfit - like really notice her outfit. The black mini dress hugs her petite frame, making her look like a doll. You want nothing else but to hold her and kiss her pretty face and tell her how beautiful she is and-

“Why are you staring?”

You shake your head, getting a grip on reality for a moment. “Nothing. Anyways, what were you going to say?”

“Fine, I’ll tell you. But… you can’t laugh,” she says, her words slurring just a bit.

“No prob, bob.” You laugh at your own joke, which goes unnoticed by Chaewon.

“When we turn 30…. Why don’t… we get married?”

You freeze completely, unsure of whether or not you heard correctly. Is she that drunk already that she would suggest something as insane as that? You two have been best friends since diapers, you grew up together, you’ve seen each other at your lowest lows and celebrated each other's highest highs. You know everything there is to know about Kim Chaewon. A strange warmth fills your chest, a warmth that’s definitely not from the alcohol. Before you can even think, the words are spoken aloud.

“Why wait?”

Chaewon’s head shoots up, flustered. “W-what?!”

It takes you a second to process your own words. As you meet her eyes, you feel something that you never felt for the other girl. That lingering feeling you’ve had for ages has grown, filling every cell in your body. “I-I mean… we’ve known each other our whole lives. It only makes sense right? No awkward talking stages, no misunderstandings. Just… you and me.”

Time freezes around you, neither of you saying another word or even blinking. Suddenly, Chaewon storms out of the restaurant, leaving you drunk and confused. Did you say something wrong? Or maybe you didn’t say anything at all? Maybe you drank so much that you’re actually passed out on the table and this entire thing is just a weird dream.

“Yah, are you gonna go after her or not?” You turn towards the sound of the voice to see the server standing over you, a look of urgency in her eyes.

“Wha-”

She slaps your shoulder. “Hurry up fool, she’s getting away!” The pain in your shoulder is a sign that this is all very real and not a dream. You quickly grab your jacket and run out the door, a gust of cold air sobering you up.

“Chaewon!” You frantically search through the crowded streets, illuminated by a few dingy street lights. In the distance, you spot her hailing down a taxi. You shove through the crowd, receiving some dirty looks and expletives from strangers, but you don’t care. You just need her. You’ve always needed her. And she’s one foot inside the taxi, about to disappear forever.

Right as she goes to shut the door, you reach out and grab her wrist, stopping her. “Wait!” You exclaim.

“W-what?” Her voice quivers like a delicate feather in a harsh wind, threatening to break. Chaewon’s head is turned away from you, not daring to meet your eyes.

“Don’t go. Please. Not until we talk about this.”

“W-what is there to talk about, it was just a stupid idea anyways-”

“No, it’s not!” Your entire body feels warm despite the frigid winds as your heart thumps with the weight of an entire sun. “I don’t know why it took me so long to realize, but I just can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you. I thought maybe if I kept looking, I would find the one, but… You were right here all along.”

Chaewon finally turns to look at you, revealing the tears falling from her eyes, glistening like diamonds against her skin. “I-I can’t…”

You gently cup her face, wiping her tears away with your thumbs. “We can make it work-”

“No!” She shouts, hitting your chest with her fist. She collapses into you, sobbing, and all you can do is hold her until she eventually calms down. Fear, confusion, pain, all of these emotions swirl in your mind like a tornado, wreaking havoc on everything you know and feel, making it impossible to think straight.

Chaewon pushes away from you slightly, still sniffling. “Every relationship I’ve ever been in… It always ended badly… A-and… I don’t want you to hate me too…”

You wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Nothing you could ever do could make me hate you. You could hit me with a car and I would still love you,” you joke.

“Yah,” she exclaims weakly, laughing through the tears. “Don’t try to cheer me up, you’re too good for me.” Suddenly, her face turns serious as she peers up at you. “D-did you just say you… love me?”

You pull Chaewon into a delicate kiss, causing her to freeze in shock. Eventually, she melts into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your head and lazily playing with your hair. Her plush lips feel like heaven against yours, a feeling that you never want to let go of. Everything about her feels correct. No lingering thoughts about another girl, no expectations of filling a role, just pure love.

“I’ve always loved you, Chaewon. And I always will,” you say as you look straight into her irises. Chaewon smiles before pulling you into another kiss, one that warms you up despite the shivering breeze blowing past. A kiss that is nothing short of perfect.

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Lucid Dream

IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 7 - Kim Minju

IZ*ONE's Kim Minju x Male Reader Smut

8,525 words

Categories | married man!You, wife!Wonyoung, daddy kink, degradation, rough sex, OC is not a good person

Content warning | cheating, humiliation, Wonyoung slander (it hurt to write but I read "Gone Girl" by Gillian Flynn recently so I guess that went into the whole wife-hating thing)

Skipping again a bit (still will do Chaeyeon and Chaewon and everyone because IZ*ONE best girls). Expect a commission and an IZ Days of Xmas fics this month again <3 I love you all, you make me happy. And as always, sorry for the inconsistency!

Wonyoung is beautiful.

You stare at her as she undresses in front of the full-length mirror. She’s the kind of woman whose vanity seldom rolls eyes because her adoration for herself—smoothing down her dark hair, strictly adhering herself to that keto diet, doing her skincare with the dedication of one who prays nightly to god (pick any)—is wholly justifiable. Look at her. Anyone would understand.

The dress she wore for her hosting show slips off her body. Her abs reflect in the mirror, the result of hard work in the gym. Wonyoung’s waist is impeccable. Magazines have written over and over tips to attain it but it seems that the signature Bratz doll feature can only belong to Wonyoung. The makeup was cleaned up by her stylist but her eyes still shine, her lashes are still long, and her lips are still plump.

Wonyoung is standing there in nothing but her underwear, an attractive set of lace. 

Wonyoung is the perfect female form, a goddess from above choosing a man from below.

Wonyoung is beautiful, a feat that no matter how amazing besides true, she remains the same old fucking bore.

“Did you like my MCing, babe?” she asks.

“Uh-huh.”

Her legs, long and thin, move in planned strides down the room. To the bed. You know where this is going.

Your feet are killing you. Recline, welcoming yourself into the softness of the expensive mattress and pillows your wife paid for all in all. “Wonyoung, I’m tired.” 

She’s a celebrity. Of course, endless days filled to the edge with schedules chase after her. She ought to understand. The nights are her only rest hours, yet with this energy, it’s like Jang Wonyoung never gets exhausted. Always bubbly, always sweet, always so seductive. 

All these are positive traits that any other man would adore and own had you not married her. 

Wonyoung makes an adorable sigh. “But you say that everytime,” she replies sullenly.

She’s pushing her lips out into this cute pout while her brown puppy eyes beg you to give in like you used to. Once upon a time, you were putty around Wonyoung. Never could give an answer without your voice shaking. Never could come near her without blushing. 

She’s the prettiest woman in the world.

You’re the most awful, undeserving man in the world, for all you could think, as you look at her, is: Fucking bitch. 

“Well, maybe it’s because I’m always tired.”

“How about,” she puts a finger on her chin, “I do the job for you?”

Her knees are bruised. You notice this when she drops to them so she could pull your pants to the ground. So she’s been doing this for so long? Lowering herself for you? Sucking you off? You thought that she’d get the hint by now: you don’t want to have sex with her.

So instead, she uses her mouth. Better than her pussy anyway. What are you saying? She’s a tight woman. But it’s the same thing everyday: she gets on your cock and you hear her annoying voice straining as she rides you. Her cunt, soaked and useless, makes you want to call her its name. She’s always needy. It isn’t flattering when you don’t reciprocate it.

It’s a goddamned chore. Wonyoung’s throat welcomes you. The other way around, actually: your cock welcomes a claustrophobically closed passageway and has to deal with it until you cum. It’s an unwanted visitor. She rang the bell, said hi, and you let her in. Doesn’t mean you like her there.

“Doing so good, baby,” you say. Oh, yeah, doesn’t mean you mean it either—although you do feel Wonyoung smile happily. She’s happy when she makes you happy. When she makes you give her the illusion that you have any happiness in this worn-out marriage.

Her lips seal around you. You can feel them suckling. Your knees are tense. The moans are forced, though. Hearing them come out from your own mouth makes you want to place a pillow over your face and press it down as hard as you can.

She slides you down her throat. Admittedly, you love the way she chokes. Her eyes get all watery, like she’s crying from pain. That sounds appealing. 

You’re a critically messed up man, you know. But they’re what make the world go ‘round. Why do you think they write romance books about them—the bad boy, the mafia boss, the killer? Plus, one of those “terrible” people inspires the biggest Korean celebrity to continue hosting, dancing, and singing. So who’s so terrible now?

To conclude, if anything, you’re the one responsible for Wonyoung’s success.

To conclude, you groan as desperately as you can then release in her mouth. Wonyoung gags. Another pretty sound. Her eyes look up while she attempts to swallow. Saliva sticks to her chin. Semen floods up to the roof of her mouth. It reminds you of how it ends up there more often than in her womb.

You would’ve made beautiful children with Wonyoung in another world where she wasn’t famous and you actually loved her. You would have been a softer, kinder man. She would have been a person who’s easier to love and make love with.

“Wonyoung, Wonyoung, that… was incredible.”

If you weren’t a director, you’d be the one on camera. You’re a great actor when it comes to your wife. Your incompetence in the house is masked by husbandly exhaustion; an artificial gaze of attentiveness hides your indifference to conversation. 

She smiles coquettishly. “I try.”

The wide closet parts. She chooses a pair of silk pajamas that hang around her thin frame. She climbs onto the bed and wraps an arm around you. Her skin is always cold to the touch. Like she’s dead or something. How interesting.

You stroke her hair. “I’d return the favor but… I’m actually gonna pass out. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She kisses your forehead. Wonyoung’s a sweet girl. “Good night.”

You smile. Say it back. Her eyelids flutter closed. Her palms are flat against each other and are placed under her cheek. Cute, you guess. She sleeps. 

You don’t. 

You should have—nothing good ever happens after midnight.

-

2:05 a.m., more specifically.

-

Amazing how time slips through your grasp like air. You reach and reach, desperate for a return, desperate for a flash to the past. As always, your efforts aren’t fruitful. The seconds pour through the pinched waist of the hourglass and you can’t stand it on its other head. You’re unable to revert back to the moment you took your arm from underneath your wife’s skull. The moment you opened your phone. If you hadn’t, maybe things would have been different.

But it’s past two, and you’re resting your back on the pillowy headboard with your phone in your hands. The circumstances just play right into danger: Wonyoung’s asleep, the night is eerily quiet, and the screen is there, awaiting the secret routine. Which girls would you cum for today? Why aren’t your thumbs clicking over censored sites?

Your feed shows a naked woman, her eyes staring up and her mouth wide. Scroll past that—you prefer the amateur videos, where the expressions balance between exaggerated and naturally provoked. A ton of videos could help in the bathroom where you take your nightly “shower,” and it’s not one of those.

Maybe you need the real thing.

Look at Wonyoung. Perhaps you should have let her ride you just so you could cum in a warm pussy again. After all, it’s the least you could do when you were once a fan of her. That’s how everyone starts: puppy-like adoration. But she doesn’t have the star quality she once did onstage; the coy thoughtful princess you envisioned her as. That’s why you haven’t fucked her in weeks. 

You’re about to wrap your hand around your cock and ready yourself for another night of conflicted pleasure. This video is perfect for that already. You could jerk yourself off then get a good night’s sleep. Simple. This is the safest option for a dangerous want. By just watching, you’re not cheating on your wife. It’s just porn. Jerk off, cum, cum again probably, then sleep. Nobody gets hurt.

“Fuck me… please,” whimpers the woman in the video. Her legs are spread open. Her partner’s swiping his cock at her lips while she looks at him with equal hunger, equal desire. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Then, a text message notifies you, peeking from the top of your screen. It dares you to click it.

And it says the exact same thing.

fuck me please, i cant take it anymore. 

i miss you 

You look around, like you’re afraid someone might see it. There’s only the dimness of your bedroom that greets you. It’s safe, but this message isn’t. 

The number is familiar. Has one of your friends gone crazy? Or did they send a text to the wrong person? Take it for spam, a perfectly coincidental one, or a scam, a typical, preying-on-the-married, pwning message.

But why would a contact spam you at a time so strangely perfect?

Don’t bother. Your fist works on your dick as you watch the video. The woman’s so wet that although she isn’t squirting, her juices start to stick to the man’s thighs. Her mouth is wide open as he finally pounds her. 

What you’d give to have good sex like that again. 

XXX-XXX-XXX sent a video message.

Fine. Click it, you’re curious.

Oh, so apparently, the answer is your marriage.

The video shows a face that’s more intimate than familiar. The ebony-black hair already tells you who she is, as does her body. Her form is encased in a floral tank top and nothing else. Although her chest is covered, she’s still a little daring with how her nipples stamp the fabric. She turns herself around to let you admire the curve of her wide hips and her round butt.

There’s only one woman with a body so perfect. And she’s the one and only Kim Minju.

There are reasons for everything. This is yours for why you didn’t give this number a name: 

No one needs to know just from a text that you cheated on Jang Wonyoung.

That was so long ago, back when you were still boyfriend and girlfriend. You were drunk and missed Wonyoung’s old self. Why did she have to be such a bitch? Why did she dedicate herself to work and leave you dry? It’s not like the industry would go bankrupt without her. Minju came over, listened to your complaints—every little whine about Wonyoung being busy, every little jab at her workaholic character—then said something along the lines of, why don’t you have a little fun while she’s away. 

And you thought… yeah, that was a really great idea. 

That was the beginning of the end. After multiple secret meet-ups and raunchy sex in alleyways, you didn’t contact Minju again. You forgot her. You thought she did, too. She should have understood that your infidelity, albeit alluring, would be a thing of the past. 

But here she is, in your messages, with a pornographic clip of herself in a round-cornered bubble. She’s waiting for a reply. 

Although you’ve long lost your aspirations to be a better husband, you type what a good man should. This man is proper, faithful, and loving. He loves his wife only and the only other people he loves with this deep of a bond is his family. 

Stop texting me or I’ll block you. 

It’s not enough. You’re not a good man. You aren’t proper or faithful or loving or any of that shit. You were about to masturbate to an internet celebrity after turning down sex with your wife. What about that makes you a good person?

:( you miss me sooooo bad it’s pathetic, Minju replies.

You look at her again. You may not be able to turn back time with your metaphorical hourglass, but you can turn this hourglass body into any position you want. You could push her against a window for all to see, perhaps fuck her to the floor, or slam her on a desk like a teacher would to a test paper. Minju would let you do anything to her.

Stop it.

She really has to. As much as you dislike Wonyoung, she’s your wife, and you vowed on your wedding day to only have eyes for her. 

But you’re only one man against a body like Minju’s that curves in every right place.

Three circles float up and down in a contained bubble before she texts you back:

alright…what a pity :( i’m already outside!! i guess ill have to go back…

You’ve never bolted out of bed so fast. 

You look back at Wonyoung as you stand in the doorway. She’s still in deep slumber. Now, are the curtains closed? The entrances locked? Scan the house thoroughly, until you inch your way to the front door. 

Hesitate. You didn’t know you had a conscience but here it is. It tells you to wonder if Minju really is behind it, like she said. She knows how to use the privilege of being Wonyoung’s close friend. That’s how she came to your house like she used to with no worry for paparazzi or suspicion. Best friends don’t fuck their best friends’ husbands, right?

Open the door. This one did.

Minju grew more beautiful in her absence. Her hair is silkier this time and her shy smile is brighter. The long coat is smoothed by her fingers, and you wish you could be the brown piece of fabric her pale hands run down. What makes you guilty for thinking it, even when you’ve done it, is the fact that she looks so innocent. It’s like it would be a crime to even buy her a drink. 

How could she be innocent with that photo she sent? The time you spent together: you folding her over a table and promising to fill her up? Fucking her while Wonyoung is busy and counting on you to welcome her home? Sending nudes like there’s no tomorrow? Nothing about Minju is pure, yet she acts like she could do no wrong.

“Minju,” you say. Your voice sounds fragile. She has a way of breaking you befote you’re breaking her into breaking another bed. 

She blinks theatrically. Everything she does is angelic. “Glad you opened the door.”

The knob is cold in your fist. It chills your animalistic brain and urges you to consider the consequences. Right, it says, here’s what a human—a good one—would think. If Wonyoung wakes and sees you with Minju, she’d have a lot of questions. If paparazzi are somehow hiding in the forest that extends to acres before your house, everyone would know you’re cheating on her. Most of all, you’re married, monogamy and everything. 

So what will it be? This is your last and only chance to send her away.

You know what you have to do. Take a few breaths. “You have to leave. I’m not joking, it isn’t right.”

In response, Minju unravels the ribbon of the layers sealed around her waist. It falls apart. You do, too.

She’s a real danger. As it turns out, the girl isn’t wearing anything underneath that trench coat. She’s an artist’s naked muse—bare long legs, wide hips, and a sizable bust that has sculptors carving something else.

The cold hardens her pink nipples. You notice how her breasts are much bigger than your wife’s. How her hips are more tempting to grab, so you do. How her body is meatier, a lot more enticing that you wouldn’t refuse a day without touching it.

Minju fuels your infidelity, and you won’t stop for it if it kills you.

She simpers, fingers curling into your work shirt. “Still wanna make me leave,” she asks, “when you can breed me all night long?”

You laugh, huffing it out as you pull her inside and close the door behind her. Minju looks gorgeous pressed to it. She looks gorgeous in whatever situation, actually. Her thighs squish against the carved design and look thicker as a result. More reasons to dive into that shaven cunt and abuse it.

“You’re not leaving until we make a fucking mess, Minju.” You take your shirt off. Throw it on the ground. “And we better make it quick.”

“Of course.” She nods. She’s slyer than a fox, but she submits to you without a second thought.

You lean in to kiss her. The heat is unbearable. You can feel it from Minju’s body transferring to yours. It’s the effect of her natural skills as your personal slut: trying to fit her tongue deeper in your mouth while you pull her close like she’d dare to run away. 

You haven’t gotten this hard for anyone else. It’s always been Minju you fall for. You miss the way she kisses, the way she roams her hands all over your torso, the way she’s goddamned insatiable. Feeling it all now in one, heated moment makes you dizzy. You’re taking in too much of her, but without her, you’d go thirsty again. 

Your fingers are in her hair; hers are on your waist. Your teeth are clamped down on Minju’s bottom lip; hers are apart and allow soft moans to pass through—one, two, three. You fit each other in so many wicked ways. They did say misery loves company.

Open your eyes. The dream doesn’t stop. Minju’s still pushing her mouth in your face and you’re letting her. You don’t know if you ought to be relieved or downright horrified. You’re cheating on Wonyoung again with a woman whose body is just a bit nicer. You should be furious at yourself. You aren’t.

You’ve made out with each other on the way to the dining room. You and your wife worked hard for its designed walls and sturdy, well-furnished ornaments. A lot of money was raked out to make this house the best place to call home. So, why do you want to ruin it?

Well, because of her.

Minju leans on the dining table with a funny smile on her face. “She really doesn’t do it for you, huh?” she asks.

It makes you wince how you know who she’s talking about. Who else is she referring to other than poor Wonyoung? Poor, skinny, ugly Wonyoung?

Nibble at her earlobe. Hear little gasps come out of her. “Don’t talk about her,” you say.

You don’t want to have any afterthoughts about fucking Minju. Besides, being reminded that you’re disloyal to a woman who loves you very much is painful, even to a man like you.

Wonyoung is an angel. Minju isn’t—but you run after her to darkness.

“Ohh, come on, I know I’m better than her.” Minju squirms with erotic moans. Your kisses are going south, and she loves their little detour. “You don’t fuck her like you fuck me.”

When was the last time you worshiped Wonyoung? Like what you’re doing to Minju now? Your lips haven’t passed over it in ages that you probably wouldn’t know where the bigs and smalls of her body are. Like there’s anything to know. 

“Actually,” you snort, “I don’t fuck her at all.”

You stop chuckling. That was the wrong thing to say. That was the wrongest thing to say out of the millions of other cocky phrases you could’ve thrown to Minju. The look on her face, the one that’s of pride and submission and dangerous knowledge united, tells you to watch your mouth. 

You’re five seconds minimum too late to listen. 

Minju grins. There’s the answer she wanted. “That’s how it is? Just looking at a girl and thinking you wanna stamp a divorce approval on her forehead? Jesus. This is why I never got married.”

“First off, nobody put a ring on you because you’re a slut, Minju.”

“That’s only the third reason.” Her fingers drape the sides of your face and tugs you in. You’re invited to the sight of her infallible tits. “These are the first two.”

The girl isn’t as busty as that woman Wonyoung likes to call her industry mom, but you bet they’re better. No, it’s a matter of truth. Minju’s boobs aren’t too big or too small; just the perfect, filling size to hold onto when you’re railing her from behind.

You choose to suck on them for now. It’s like a trip down memory lane when you kiss down her neck and collarbone. You remember how good her smooth, soft skin feels beneath you, how her moans are a favorite tune. Minju bites her lip while you do so to her shoulder.

It’s crazy to think that she just so happened to be born with this. She was born to be a pretty face with a sex-defined body that you pull and push and pry apart. Best thing is, she’ll lay back down and beg for more. It’s like she knows her purpose, which would’ve shot down her dignity and humanity.

Her nipple pops in your mouth. Your sucking guarantees its hardness, and Minju starts whining. She arcs her body, wanting something rougher. Thus, you seize the span of her hip to rub her pearl with fierce speed.

“Oh, fuck, god—” What others might take for blasphemy, you take for praise. Minju’s already soaking wet. She would have had embarrassing laundry to do if she wore panties. Maybe it’s a good thing she arrived wearing nothing.

She’s still so sensitive. You caress her clit after a few kisses down her midriff. She fidgets needily like you aren’t already touching her. You’re nearly right—this touch is nothing when she needs something harsher. That something involves you treating her less than a human being, putting her down and tearing at her hair. 

“Please just fuck me,” she whispers. “Breed me, breed me, breed me—”

Yeah, that’s what she wants.

You don’t need further motivation, not when you’re presented with the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen. Her fat lips are soaked. They frame the clitoris you’ve been stimulating that shines with slick. Then there’s the tiniest hole below it that begs to be used.

Your digits shove past all tightness. Her wetness allows a deeper exploration, so you curl your digits like you’re beckoning the orgasm forward. You know how easily you can get it out of her. All it needs to get Minju cumming around you is a slap, roughness, and giving her what she wants anyway. You know your methods, she knows hers. It’s a recognizable cycle that despite this, you can’t break.

Part your fingers widely to spread her. She’s so wet that she soaks your knuckles. There’s an ocean inside her waiting to be waved to shore. A storm, too, brews from the base of her throat as Minju whimpers. Her body lifts off the table but you force her down on it. She isn’t going anywhere, not without a fight.

Oh, and fight she does. She was an idol before an actress, so her muscles still memorize the circling motions that repeat on your fingers rather than move onstage. She sang once. That was a long time ago yet her voice sounds perfect as it strains her moans. Every little thing she does is a reflection of her past. 

That’s why when she leans back, pupils dilating north, and says “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you get deja vu.

Your palm hits her clit, adding impact to your strokes. “There you go, little slut,” you snarl. “Are you happy now? Maybe even a little grateful?”

If Minju’s ass isn’t pressed down on the glass mantling your dining table, it hovers so her pink little hole receives you better. It’s not without the help of her weak hands clinging to the table for dear life, but she seems to be losing her balance. Her hips are shuddering. Her beautiful face is squeezed up into a blissful wince. Her breaths are becoming blunt little gasps that say none of the gratitude you want to hear.

You slap her boob. Red blooms from her pale skin that deepens when another impacts her bosom. The recoil dizzies you. If anyone’s getting the impression that you’ll slap her bouncy tits until you hear a proper word of thanks, they’d be right. First impressions are right just for once.

“T-thank you—” Her voice cracks, breaking like her. “Fuck, shit, thank you, thank you.”

Squeeze her cruelly and pull on the perky nipple. Your thrusts become mindlessly paced. Your hand returns to your cock while the other ruins her pussy. The pleasure is telepathic. It’s connecting you; her screams and squirms make you do the same. The electricity firing up in your veins is a shared network. When you point your fingers to her spot, she arcs her back in the same direction. How beautifully fucked up is that? 

“That’s not enough. You didn’t come here for nothing. What do you want, Minju?”

Minju babbles. You got your gratitude but not a proper answer. To be fair, she can’t speak when you’re fucking her like it’s your dick inside her, and when your lips are all over her collarbone. 

“And you better keep quiet,” you add, curling your thrusts, “or Wonyoung‘s gonna hear. Do you really want her to know her precious friend is a big slut?”

However, despite the rumors she starts, Minju could be a very good girl when needed. 

“Need you to make me cum,” she whispers. Her midriff is fluid as water with the way it rolls, showing off the hourglass shape of her waist and a soft tummy. “Do everything to me you can’t with Wonyoung. P-please, I can’t take it.”

Even if she can’t (wrong by the way), you’ll make her. She asked for it. She walked up to your house with a purpose: to be used, to be treated like less of a human being. So it’s understandable that you slam her down the table and seal a hand around her neck. 

She’s so light that the forceful push doesn’t break the fragile glass. But there’s something of hers instead that’s going to be broken.

“Oh fuck! It’s so–” Minju’s eyes roll back. “Ohh… oh!”

Little sparks of wetness shoot in the air. Your pace turns merciless. With just three fingers, you puppet her body. Strings are pulled—her arms raise and her long legs strain to pull you in. You push and she keens, you pull and she yells. You’re making her desecrate the place with her water.

“C-can’t breathe.” A squeeze of her beautiful features—eyelids wrinkling, mouth parting, cheeks filling with scarlet—occurs before she squirts again. She whimpers pathetically, sounding so pitiful you want to laugh. “Ah, fuck, daddy—”

Something stirs inside you. When men hear that name, it ought to feel purely platonic and familial. They’d hear it from their daughter and feel compelled to protect them from men who’d do to them what you do to Minju. But you much prefer hearing that two-syllable word when it comes from a naked woman squirting all over the floor, from whom once you register it, you’re urged to pin her down, tie her down, hold her down.

Ironically, you release her. That isn’t because it’s over though. “On your knees. Follow me.”

Minju releases a gasp, grateful for the oxygen. The color returns to her face yet she barely has the energy to get off the table. You’re a generous man, and hey, it still counts as helping. So you yank her hair and force her on the ground. She fucking moans, a feat deserving of a healthy spank to her ass.

You walk to the living room. She follows you withher hands and knees bearing the cold tiles. You lead her to the place where you spend your time watching movies, rehearsing, and hanging out with Wonyoung if she’s ever home.

Speaking of, glance at the door of your bedroom. It’s still closed. It’ll stay that way.

Look down after wondering why Minju’s noisier. She’s playing with herself on the floor with no care for the cold chill of the tiles or the little dirt wedged between them. She lightly rubs her abused clit, quivering at the contact. You expect that from her—she’s corrupted, an irredeemable cause. She’ll get herself off anytime anywhere.

But what’s unexpected is what those watery eyes are focused on: you, in a framed picture on the wall. You look younger, happier. You’re in formal garments standing next to Wonyoung in a church.

It was you on your wedding day.

You spit on Minju. “Filthy cumslut.”

The drool slides down her cheek like a tear. She darts her tongue out and licks it. One could’ve thought it was candy considering the lift of a smile. 

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she says resolutely. Her fingers still toy with her entrance. They won’t serve her well when there’s a bigger, better thing behind your pants to do it for her.

Your pants are already off. “Get up. Get the fuck up,” you command, but you do it for her. 

You grab her neck and force her up. The look on her face is addicting, the way the shock turns into carnal need, the way she bites her lip. You press her to the wall, right under the framed wedding pictures, and finally plunge yourself inside her.

“Oh, oh, oh!” 

What did Minju do to get this tight? Her walls are squeezed closer around you than you remember. They’re still wet from her squirting, easing your burden of fighting against the tautness of her core.

Her groans are pitched just like how you pitch yourself in her and make her fight for it. She tries everything: gathering the strength she has to push her ass into your crotch, rolling her body, looking back to watch your cock disappear between her lips. 

“So big, daddy!” she cries. With a lick of her lips, she turns to face you. “Mmm, d-do you ever get this massive when you’re fucking Wonyoung?”

That seals it. There’s no restraint in using her body. Her plump ass leading to her toned back is a temptation by itself. You’d burst all over it (maybe in it) if you weren’t already firm in breeding her. But dear god—it rises and descends into your angled pumps so effortlessly that you aren’t afraid to spank it like you’re angry at her. 

“Keep your whore mouth shut.”

Spank after spank you bestow and you realize, oh, you and Minju are really made for each other. The more her ass reddens, the more hot pain sparks on your palm. She throws herself back hard, you piston her harder. 

Your puzzle pieces stick together so perfectly that it’s a shame you didn’t meet under different circumstances. She could’ve been an adorable girl next door and you could have been a guy looking to slip her a love letter. She would’ve been your loving girlfriend, a beautiful wife, someone you’d actually enjoy touching, so different from the woman asleep in the bed upstairs.

But that’s never happening. Minju’s a slut through and through, and she’ll forever be a sin you won’t go to confessions for. She was made to be fucked then discarded of when she’s no longer of use. You see it in the way she’s in a mantra of craziness, the way she yells, the way she looks back at you like she’s daring you to hurt her.

You choose the dare rather than to tell her the truth. You curl her hair into a fist and pull her into you. 

“God, I’m so close.” Minju’s trembling body grows warmer in your touch. “I’m gonna cum all over your big gorgeous cock. I can’t hold out longer, daddy.”

Your teeth dig into her earlobe. You could make her bleed and she’d still find a way to make the pain heavenly. “I thought I told you to be quiet. Is Wonyoung waking up and ending your life worth it for this?”

“What if I say yes?” 

“Fuck.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice, making her see you’d give her away to get a night with me? You’ll give up all this stupid shit t-to be my daddy. Because Wonyoung’s just sooo worthless, isn’t she?”

Savage her cunt and shove your fingers down her mouth just so she could shut up. You love this. Minju’s always so ready for you. 

No, actually—now that you think about it, you hate it. You hate how she’s curvier than your wife, how she’s more alluring than she could ever be, how she moans despite the blockage in her throat. Everything about her is so sexy that the sound of her choking up spit makes you throb. 

This is the wrong time to have a conscience. You’ve already split her apart. You’ve already got your fingers in her hair that pull hard to the point that damage is highly likely. You’ve already—

—got Minju screaming, biting down on your skin as her legs spread. What a strange thing to have as a natural reflex. That’s all she knows to do: spread her legs, hope her innocent face attracts a guy into her home and his dick into her pussy. Her skin, white as snow, has become impure with red blemishes. You see her purple-bruised neck flex when she yells into your hand. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Minju yells. Her fingernails leave fine scratches on the wall. “Fuck, I’m squirting so much I don’t know what to do—oh fuck!”

You bump the manic girl up on your knee before spreading her legs. A godless squirt of her juices hits Wonyoung’s face, the savior being the glass protecting the picture. Others bless their homes with water blessed by esteemed priests; you like to stand out. Choose to have Minju’s unholy juice flood the photo you once held dear. 

Did something possess you? An evil spirit, a god of fertility? All are clichés but you can’t help but think so when you notice how fast you’re pumping Minju. It’s like greed’s finally reigned you. It’s difficult to resist. Minju just wrings your cock perfectly dry with her tight cunt, keeps you speedy with her desperate moans. You’re vandalizing her with your climax and she doesn’t want to be clean ever again.

“You think you’re special, Minju?” You press her to the ruined picture. Her side profile mashes on the glass. “You’re nothing, only a useless hole, just like that bitch. Now clean it up.”

Her eyes light up in shock. Excitement? “What?”

You pull her head back in order to have her full lips pressed against Wonyoung’s face. The clear squirt is still dripping from it. Minju’s face is red, and although your cock left her moments ago, she insists on tensing like it’s there. Is that how she lives? Her way of bonding is riding on the high she got the night before and the night before that. She always has sex in her mind that thoughts of it occur to her as they would to an animal. 

That’s right; she’s an animal. Perhaps even a dog would have more self-control than her, ironically. 

“Lick your mess,” you command. “Now.”

Minju whimpers. You bury your fingernails in her scalp until she loses her fake hesitance. Her tongue glides on Wonyoung’s face and relieves her of the mess. Her lips part and close, taking in her own taste. 

She looks like she’s making out with your wife. Her pretty face smudges the other pretty face in the picture and it’s so much hotter than it’s got the permit to be. Wonder how it’ll look if she’s actually kissing the real Wonyoung—picture them with their legs locked together and tongues coming out to play—and you’re hard enough for another round.

“That’s right. You want to be Wonyoung so bad? You want to be the one I drive into the bed everyday? So fucking make out with her.”

“Y-yes, daddy. Oh.” Minju’s moans fog the glass. “I taste delicious.”

 It’s probably a hygienically reprehensible thing to do. But her mouth is dirtier than the picture anyway. You force her lips deeper into it until you pull her away, satisfied.

Not quite.

Rub her clit a few more times. Hose her squirt all over the floor. You’ll have a mess to clean up. Oh, there’s all the evidence: her squirt on the floor, her lipstick in the shape of a languid kiss on the picture frame, the mess she made in the dining table where you ate her rather than your food. 

But it’s all worth it. An evil idea plants and sprouts in your mind. “Bedroom.”

Minju pants. Her hands are flat on the wall. She turns to you, saliva and lipstick smeared on her chin, and asks, “W-which one?” 

“You know exactly where.”

Her wide eyes tell you wordlessly that she got the point. She’s well aware of what room you want to use her body next. It’s not even supposed to be a question given the ways and moments you fucked her there.

“But daddy—if, if she hears us?”

You grin. “Then you’ll have to be pretty fucking quiet.”

The best thing about Minju besides her body is her passiveness. She may act up sometimes but she still needs your cock, and she’ll do anything to get it. So when she hangs her head to hide her smile, you spank her. It speeds her steps to the staircase. Continue doing so all the way.

It’s funny how she struggles to even lift a foot. Streams of your cum and hers slide down her legs, staining the carpet. You’ll have to wash that out, too. If you have the maid do it, she’s likely to put two and two together. 

Even from the back, Minju’s body is beautiful. Her reddened ass twists from side to side and brings attention to her wide hips. The deep line on her spine is a path you trace your fingertips on. She quivers. 

“Daddy,” she whines.

Hit her butt. Let it fill your palm. “Keep on walking.”

It’s borderline dehumanizing. You’re treating her with a ferociousness a woman like her should never have to go through. The eyes of the painted men and women on your walls lock on her. It’s like their hard stares are real. Minju bears the blows to her cheeks during her walk of humiliation up the stairs. Tiny yelps are caused by each one. It’s in her to be quiet now that Wonyoung is quite near, although not as close as she is to another heavy orgasm.

You slap her pussy, making her shake, then lead the juices mingling in it up to her asshole. She chews on the inside of her cheek to hide her moan. She reaches the last step with a huge sigh of relief. 

The finality of the torture doesn’t last long. Fuck, it doesn’t even exist. You collect the semen and wetness from her legs, then drag it right back to her pussy.

You shove your fingers deep in her cave. There. Now your cum stays inside her. After that, it’ll drip all the way to her womb. She screams through pursed lips. 

Push her hard against your bedroom door. Her stomach’s flatness goes up to the point that it’s the only thing engendered into the wood. Minju’s tiny gasp is already loud for you. Her beautiful side profile is mashed deep into the solid barrier between the two women.

Minju whimpers. Is she scared or heavily turned on? The thing with her is she likes both. So, yeah—she’s wet at the thought of being caught with you, being fucked within a distance of your wife wherein she could finally pin down your infidelity. 

The little angel closes her eyes when your words hover near her prone ear. “Shut up,” you warn, “unless you want to lose your career. Or this dick.”

You slip your shaft between Minju’s shapely thighs. A friction is nurtured and grown into rough, pant-accompanied humping that leaves both of you breathless. Her pussy lips splay warmly on you and you’re allowed to rub yourself on her clit. 

Minju tenses up. Her breaths are kept to a hummed volume yet their huskiness gets you to fuck her legs faster. The core between them is so warm and you haven’t even welcomed yourself in it again. 

You carefully open the door. You don’t know what you’re expecting: Wonyoung crying with her face in her knees? An anger you never knew she could have? But what shows calms you. There’s your wife who remains asleep on the bed. From the soft snores, it’s easy to tell she’s deep in a dream.

“Wonyoung’s so pretty, daddy,” whispers Minju. You push her to the footboard where she holds on tight. “Do you think she’ll want to join if she wakes up? Or she’ll leave you for me?”

“Are you sure you want to act like that?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Depends on what you’re gonna do to me.”

Everything. You’re planning on doing everything to her. 

Push her to the small pole of the wood. You’re forced to shove your fingers in her mouth again to keep her from yelling. The contact it makes to her clit is already overwhelming. But she’s all for overwhelming—she wants the kind of sex that leaves her beaten and bruised, the kind that leaves her sore and not knowing if she should tell you to keep going or halt. 

You know what she’d choose.

Minju grinds on the pole. She’s dancing her hips again. Somehow, things of the past don’t leave her. Her idol days still leave an impact on her. The guy she made cheat on his wife a long time ago returned to her life to cheat again. 

No, you’ve never been one for sentimentality, but things have somehow stayed the same. The slut that is Minju today was a slut all those years ago, too. 

Grab her hips and force her to hump the ball of the pole. She soaks it instantly. Minju is corrupted to no hope of return. There’s your cum, leaking from her pussy and to the bedsheets. Her juices wet the pole and increase the creaking noises that would wake Wonyoung up if not for whatever dream she’s having.

“Oh, daddy! Oh, daaaddy—” she stammers, words bitten and broken in the major need to be quiet.  “Just… fuck me. Please?”

“As long as you—”

“Be a good quiet girl, yes. I’ll do anything, daddy. Anything for this cock.” 

She kneels down. Her tender mouth seals around your left testicle. You nearly shout right there and then. Minju’s running her lips on the underside of your swelling dick. She feels so good, and she is so good. She has all the tips and tricks to keep you hard memorized, if her brain wasn’t too full of other dirty thoughts.

The rasp in your throat materializes and makes her squirm her legs together. She puckers her lips then slips your cock through their joined entrance. Her almond eyes look wider tonight. Your tip pokes the back of her throat. She lets it rub there for now. You find pleasure in the texture that makes you leak. No, you can’t cum. Not yet.

Take a last look at Wonyoung before diving your rod to the depths of Minju’s throat.

It’s funny that the girl still has a gag reflex. Sucking dick is second nature to her. So is getting throatfucked. The walls of her oral hole flex to keep you in. She makes sharp inhalations only to take in the musky scent you thrust on her. In her?

Choking comes after. The orifice grows tighter which makes you fuck it harder. Saliva’s slick liquid state sheens your erection. Minju’s lost her breath a long time ago but she’s lost more than that now. The regular beat of her heart is gone. You can’t search her face for any color other than the palest white. 

“You have to stop gagging, Minju,” you say. Don’t help her though; keep ruining that throat. “Maybe you really do wanna get caught. Makes you really wet, doesn’t it?”

She nods. Your hard tip bobs in her mouth as she does. Her pretty eyes, with their long lashes and big pupils that always seem to gleam with innocence, fill with watery tears. 

“How cute.” You’re surprised that her hair is intact to her scalp after you pull it back. “But I make the rules around here. And I need you to seal that mouth shut and use it for good.”

There’s a possibility that, like Minju, you’re a dancer as well. But the upward grind of your body has no grace in it. It’s a rough, punked up beat that renders the girl humming and screaming.  This roughness is nowhere close to natural.

You dip your cock in her just to see how far you could go, how far is needed to keep her quiet. Feed her more than she could suck. Every sensitive spot of yours is on fire thanks to Minju’s dutiful tongue and hard sucking. Your sack slaps her chin so hard it’s surprising it doesn’t hurt. 

But, like you iterated, Minju isn’t normal. She takes the pain for pleasure and doesn’t give a damn if she gets wounded because of it. 

The tears finally fall from her eyes. 

The lines blur. Who is she—the woman asleep on your bed or the woman you fucked to be disloyal to her? Minju’s beautiful; so is Wonyoung. Jang Wonyoung is beautiful but there’s a category of beauty wherein the girl you’re destroying right now falls in. That’s the section for women who look pretty when they cry, who’ve accepted they’re as fucked up as whoever finds them and takes them in for who they are.

Your wife is pretty. You guess. But Minju is a beauty who lets you do everything to her, and that makes her a little bit more important.

Defile, defile, defile. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you get cum in her hair—(”I have a photoshoot, babe, you can’t!”). Semen sticks to Minju’s locks right now. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you be this rough with her—(“And what if they see? I shouldn’t look dirty to the fans.”) Minju is sitting there taking it like she’s just a cum dump. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you tear off her clothes because “they’re couture so it’s not really mine.” The coat Minju wore coming here lies discarded on the first floor.

Wonyoung doesn’t let anyone defile her. It’s her most fatal flaw. It’s the flaw that makes her husband see all the tiny imperfections she doesn’t allow the camera to see and chase highs in another woman’s throat.

So when Minju cries, gags, chokes—you realize it’s all so simple.

Slip out of her. The delusions clouding your head make you steal a look at the bed. Oh, now it’s unbelievable. Wonyoung is still asleep.

Not that it’s any inconvenience to you.

You prop Minju up to the vanity table. The counter carries the heave of her small chest. She can barely lift her head up. It makes her carry a look of humiliation that’s not at all true. She’s the most shameless woman you’ve ever met.

“Daddy… daddy…” 

Twist her chin so she can look at herself in the mirror. Her body is amazing despite the handprints and bruises peppered on her stomach, butt, and neck. She flusters but your finger presses on her lips before she can look away.

“Not a single sound,” you remind her. 

She nods. Good girl.

Minju’s a capable girl. Well, mostly. She offers those amazing dicksucking lips, shapely curves, and sometimes, her ass for ruining its own tightness. But nothing beats the feeling of her cunt. It’s all the right things: wet, tight, and perfectly quivering as they wrap around your shaft.

Minju closes her eyes. Bites down on her lip. She fights to be true to her promise of silence. Being a good girl and bad girl simultaneously is one of her versatile traits. The table creaks louder than expected. You would’ve shot another look at your spouse again, but Minju’s pretty face is in the way. Her cheeks are scarlet and her brows bead with sweat. She really is a beauty.

Your strokes are ceaseless. The thing that shocks you the least is the fact that her legs look as if they spread wider and wider. She splits while you split her apart. Place a hand on her tummy to muffle the sounds of skin colliding and wood creaking, and reach a better end: your cock is hitting her guts, making a bobbing print on her flat stomach.

“Look how deep I am, Minju.” You grin wickedly at her reflection. “You call me daddy anywhere, don’t you? How about I become a real one?”

Minju bounces herself on you. That’s a yes. A definite, enthusiastic yes. 

Your penetration is rougher, gliding on places she can’t even imagine. If you cum right now, and this far in, you’ll live up to your name of “daddy.” Minju isn’t the only one who has to keep promises.

Corner a pulse point on her neck. Her core squeezes and although its resistance is tough, your pumps are more so.

“You’ll be my secret good girl. Daddy’s gonna put a fucking baby in your stomach, and no one has to know it’s mine. No one has to know you’re mine.”

Minju pouts, not out of sadness but of the orgasm that’s creeping from her feet to her center. It’s so close she could reach for it, taste it like a strong wind. You allow the tiny breaths and pants that leave her to be exemptions from your bedroom law.

“Wonyoung would be so happy for you.” You lick the sensitive spot behind her ear. “‘That’s so great, unnie! Come on, tell us who’s the lucky guy.’ And you’ll have to stop yourself from telling her that I did it. Can you do that?”

Minju emphasizes each repetition with a responding throb and push of her cunt. “Yes, yes, yes—”

Allow that, too. Burst inside Minju. Flood her insides with cum that shall infiltrate her fertile womb. Soon, that tummy would be round rather than flat. It’ll be your baby. 

Minju got what she wanted in the end.

-

The next day, Wonyoung will wake up crying. 

It’ll happen early in the morning, when the moon is still up and sheets still wrap your exhausted form. But she’s sobbing so loud that it’ll rouse you. 

“What’s wrong?” you’ll say. 

She’ll tell you about a dream she had. Wonyoung’s going to narrate a complex dream of Minju, her beloved former member and best friend, seducing you. It happened right in the house and in front of her. You dared to do it to her while she was sleeping and thought she didn’t know.

And you?

You’ll take her in your arms, kiss the inside of her trembling wrist, and say, “Oh, honey—it’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m here. I’m here.”

[mrlive685]

MASTERLIST

I started this blog to create a story from my imagination about Kpop Female Idols, especially Ive, Aespa, Lesserafim, Nmixx, Twice, Newjeans,Red Velvet, Snsd, and other soloist like Kwon Eunbi, Choi Yena, and Jo yuri. All my stories would be smut and nsfw stories so if you are triggered by it, you could ignore me. So this my simple list story from now"

Sex Education. (Male oc x Sana (Twice), Sullyoon (Nmixx)

Roleplay. (Male oc x Wonyoung (Ive)

stepmother secret. (Male oc x Karina (Aespa)

Waterbomb tradition (male or x Eunbi)

Roleplay II (male or x Yujin (Ive)

Fxxxk Buddies (male oc x Chaewon Lesserafim)

MY Friend's Mom ( Male oc x Karina Aespa)

[esmestarz]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ INTRO ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

about me ─ ★

she/her

infp

bisexual

i can play on the electric guitar and piano !!

i used to do ballet but now i do belly dancing

i love listening to music esp rap, metal (any type tbfr) and rock, my fav animal is a cat and I'm pretty sure that's it

stuff ─ ★

if you want me to write for a character that isn't on the list feel free to ask me and I'll write for them if possible <3

i will write smut, fem reader, gn reader, platonic and romantic relationships

i will not write rape, incest, gore, gang bang, male reader, gn reader, character x character, character x oc, poly relationships, specified race reader, trans reader since idk how to portray them

what and who i write for ─ 𐙚⋅˚₊‧

MOVIES ─ ★

black swan

- nina sayers

- lily

harry potter

- hermione granger

- harry potter

- draco malfoy

- luna lovegod

- ron weasley

- theodore nott

- tom riddle

scream

- tatum riley

- sidney prescott

- billy loomis

- stu marcher

- samantha carpenter

- tara carpenter

- amber freeman

- anika kayko

- ethan landry

- gale weathers

- jill roberts

- kirby reed

- chad meeks-martin

- mindy meeks-martin

SERIES ─ ★

pretty little liars

- emily fields

- alison dilaurentis

- hanna marin

- spencer hastings

outerbanks

- rafe cameron

- sarah cameron

- jj maybanks

- kiara carrera

- pope heyward

- john b routledge

the babysitters club

- sam thomas

- kristy thomas

- stacey mcgill

- claudia kishi

- dawn schafer

malcolm in the middle

- malcolm wilkerson

- reese wilkerson

- francis wilkerson

KDRAMA ─ ★

all of us are dead

- choi nam-ra

- lee su-hyeok

- lee cheong-san

- lee na-yeon

- nam on-jo

sweet home

- yoon ji-su

- lee eun-yoo

- cha hyun-soo

KPOP ─ ★

aespa

- karina

- winter

- ningning

- giselle

twice

- nayeon

- chaeyoung

- momo

- mina

- sana

- jihyo

- dahyun

- jeongyeon

- tzuyu

le sserafim

- sakura

- yunjin

- chaewon

- kazuha

- eunchae

gidle

- soyeon

- minnie

- shuhua

- miyeon

- yuqi

nmixx

- sullyoon

- lily

- kyujin

- haewon

- jiwoo

- bae

new jeans

- danielle

- haerin

- minji

- hyein

- hanni

GAMES ─ ★

the last of us

- ellie williams

fatal frame

- yuri kozukata

- rui kagamiya

cry of fear

- simon henriksson

resident evil

- leon s kennedy

- jill valentine

- ada wong

- claire redfield

- bela dimitrescu

genshin impact

- kinich

- xiao

- aether

- kazuha

- scaramouche

- cyno

- heizou

- thoma

honkai star rail

- argenti

- aventurine

- blade

- dan heng

- gepard

- sunday

ANIME ─ ★

jujutsu kaisen

- megumi fushiguro

- gojo satoru

- yuji itadori

- ryomen sukuna

- inumaki toge

- yuuta okkotsu

- choso kamo

[ae-cow]

Hidden Affections

#5 of the 1818 series, Chaewon of LE SSERAFIM

Warning: NOT AN ACTUAL STORY, THIS IS JUST A IDEA OF MINE. This is a work of fiction with nothing to do with the idol's actual life. I do like some feedback. If you ever feel like "Hey this is very offensive." do tell me.

Pairing: Chaewon of LE SSERAFIM x male! Oc

Summary: Two of them, had shared a kiss under the shadows, they agreed to never speak on it but they continued to act on it, kissing at every ball and their secrecy began.

A year has passed and Chaewon had a newfound glow, catching the attention of many eligible men of the ton. Will they continue this secrecy?

Word Count: 2.9k Words

A/N: Hi hi everyone. I got inspiration from Bridgerton. These were ideas I had since 2022 and I would like someone to write a story based on this lol.

Written: 5 August 2024

1818 Series Masterlist Here

Masterlist © ae-cow. Do not claim, steal or repost. All rights reserved

Chaewon sat stiffly on the small velvet stool as Chaeri flitted around the dressmaker’s shop, her fingers brushing over fabrics of every hue and texture. Her sister was in her element, pulling out silks and satins in soft pastels that Chaewon rarely dared to wear.

“Come on, Chaewon! You should try this at least once.” Chaeri held up a bolt of blush satin, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Chaeri had already gotten married to Lord Citrine last year during her second year in the marriage mart, Chaewon on the other hand…

Chaewon shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at her gloves. “I don’t think it would suit me. Besides, I’m comfortable in what I usually wear.”

The dressmaker stepped forward with a thoughtful look. “Ms Chaewon, your skin tone would look lovely in pastels. I believe a soft purple would bring out the warmth in your complexion.”

“See?” Chaeri jumped in eagerly. “Purple, just like she said! Or maybe another colour?”

The dressmaker nodded, warming to the challenge. “Light pink would be striking. Green, too, would be lovely. And yellow can be very flattering if done in the right shade.”

Chaewon glanced between her sister and the dressmaker, feeling cornered but oddly tempted. She couldn’t deny that her usual attire, though comfortable, was perhaps too plain. She bit her lip, considering her options, then suddenly had an idea.

“What about blue?”

Chaeri’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Yes! A beautiful pastel blue.”

Kangha is a Sapphire, it's a much lighter shade than his family name but it’s still blue.

“An excellent choice, Ms Chaewon. Blue will bring out the brightness in your eyes. With a gown like this, you’re certain to turn heads.”

As the dressmaker pulled down a variety of soft blue satin, Chaeri leaned closer, whispering, “I told you this would be fun! You’ll look wonderful, Chaewon, trust me.”

Chaewon’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement that stirred within her.

-

In the dim carriage, Chaewon fidgeted with her gloves, the soft satin gliding under her fingers as she anxiously adjusted them for the fifth time.

“You said satin was cooling,” she murmured, fanning herself in a vain attempt to calm her nerves.

“It is,” Chaeri replied reassuringly, reaching over to gently stop Chaewon’s restless hands. “You’re just nervous. I told you, you look stunning, and this dress makes you feel great, doesn’t it?”

Chaewon huffed lightly “This dress makes me sweat like a cow,” she muttered, though her voice held a small, embarrassed laugh

Chaeri chuckled, giving her sister an encouraging squeeze. “You’ll be fine. Just breathe. Besides,” she added with a playful gleam, “I'm sure you'll catch everyone’s eyes once you step into the ball.”

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of Kangha seeing her like this. The dress, a new colour, the way the gown hugged her in just the right places all of it felt strange and daring.

With a deep breath, she fanned herself one last time, trying to ignore her nerves. “Alright,” she whispered, steadying herself as the carriage stopped outside the palace. “Let’s do this.”

As they stepped out, Chaewon glanced up at the glittering lights, nerves bubbling. But with Chaeri’s arm looped through hers, she gathered the courage to step forward, feeling the faintest thrill of excitement as she entered the ballroom, hoping one particular pair of eyes would be waiting just for her.

“I um, I'm parched, I'll grab a drink,” She said

-

Chaewon stood just outside the garden doors, adjusting the dress. She nervously smoothed her fingers over the fabric, glancing around to see if anyone noticed her. The gown hugged her lightly, highlighting her gentle form in a way her usual, muted dresses never had. Chaeri had convinced her to try something new, but she hadn’t expected to feel so… noticeable.

“Chaewon,” a voice murmured, unmistakable.

She turned, her heart leaping as Kangha emerged from the dimness. His eyes caught on her, and he took her in with quiet awe.

“You look… beautiful,” he said, his voice low that made her pulse race.

Before she could respond, his hand found hers, pulling her a step closer. They stood silently, his fingers trailing up her arm, his gaze fixed on her lips. She felt her heart race, anticipation building as his hand reached her cheek, tilting her face up to his.

He lowered his lips to hers. It was gentle and full of longing, a kiss that told her everything they couldn’t say in words. She melted into him, her fingers curling into his coat, they both knew it would have to end soon.

When they finally parted, his thumb traced her cheek, bidding her farewell. She smiled at him, her heart filled with a joy she couldn’t contain, before slipping back inside.

Chaewon stepped back into the ballroom, her face flushed and bright. Her heart still raced with the thrill of the kiss, and she couldn’t hold back the smile that played on her lips as she rejoined her family.

Her mother looked her over, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Why are you smiling like that?” she asked, slightly bewildered.

“No reason,” Chaewon replied, but her voice couldn’t hide the happiness

“I don’t think so—”

Before her mother could press further, one of the gentlemen looked directly at their mother. “Lady Aventurine,” he greeted her formally.

The man was tall, dressed impeccably, and though Chaewon hadn’t met him before, his gaze was warm as it finally settled on her.

“Hello,” he continued smoothly, then turned, “May I have this dance?”

Chaewon’s heart stilled as she waited for him to extend his hand to Chaeri. But instead, he turned to her, his eyes sincere.

“Chaewon?” he asked gently.

Had she forgotten that last year, Chaeri had found a husband?

Her mother’s gasp was barely concealed, and Chaewon herself felt a thrill shoot through her, though she struggled to keep her composure. For once, she hadn’t been the sister waiting in the wings. She felt seen, truly seen.

“Yes, My lord,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she accepted his hand.

“I—” her mother stammered, utterly taken aback as she watched Chaewon step forward with the gentleman. The disbelief in her eyes was almost comical, and her carefully composed demeanour slipped for the first time that evening.

Chaeri smirked and added, “I agree. But good! No wonder she’s smiling. She knew today would be the day, glad I convinced her to wear a colour change.”

-

As the season continued, Chaewon found herself surprised by the growing interest she was receiving. Her dance card filled at each ball. She barely had time to catch her breath before another gentleman approached, offering his arm and requesting a dance.

Just as she was fanning herself between sets, a familiar voice broke through the chatter around her.

“Do you have an empty slot for a dance, Ms Chaewon?”

She looked up to see Kangha standing before her, an amused glint in his eyes. Her heart skipped, and though she held her composure, a subtle smile tugged at her lips.

“Lord Sapphire,” she replied, dipping into a slight curtsy to mask her emotions. “My apologies, but my dance card is already full.”

Kangha’s expression softened as if he’d expected this answer yet delighted in her newfound glow. Leaning slightly closer, he lowered his voice so that only she could hear, “Then perhaps a secret dance? away from the prying eyes?”

Her cheeks warmed, nodding

-

Kang Ha found himself watching Chaewon as one might watch a distant star—admiring her light yet feeling an ever-growing distance. She was no longer the quiet wallflower hidden behind her family’s attention, but someone who was now fully seen.

He observed her at gatherings, her once-empty dance card now filled. There was a spark in her now, a glow that felt different from the shy glances and secret smiles they’d once shared. Kang Ha tried to tell himself it was for the best, that Chaewon deserved to shine in ways he couldn’t offer her in the shadows they had hidden in.

Yet, he couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten every time another man took her hand. A growing fear that perhaps he wasn’t the one who could make her truly happy. He could barely muster the courage to stand beside her openly, let alone claim her in a world that demanded more than whispers and stolen glances.

One evening, at yet another ball, he caught sight of her from across the room, laughing as she conversed with a young lord. A pang of jealousy twisted within him, and he cursed himself for the bitterness that grew. Who was he, hiding in the shadows, to hold onto her when she deserved the world’s attention?

But as he watched, her gaze drifted his way, her smile faltering slightly, softening as their eyes met across the crowd.

Kang Ha clenched his fists, his heart aching with a war he didn’t know how to win. She was shining brightly now, drawing the eyes of every eligible man, and all he had to offer was a love that would keep her in the shadows. Could he truly give her the happiness she deserved, or was he only holding her back from a life of open joy and admiration?

-

“Chaewon,” Kangha began softly, his intense gaze tinged with a sadness she hadn’t seen before. “You’ve been getting the tons, and rightfully so. I feel as if I can’t keep up. You deserve to have the light finally shone on you, after all these years of standing in the shadows.”

Chaewon’s heart clenched at his words, and she caught the subtle flicker in his expression—a smile masking a quiet hurt. She knew he was happy for her, but this newfound glow was driving a wedge between them.

“Are you saying we can’t keep this up?” she whispered, her voice barely reaching above the music that swirled around them.

He hesitated, his fingers tightening around hers for a brief moment before he pulled his hand away. “You have many prospects now,” he said, his voice low. “Men who can court you openly, who would be proud to hold you by their side in every ballroom across the ton. Men who—”

“Men who are not you,” she interrupted a stubborn edge to her voice. She stepped closer, closing the gap he was trying to create. “Kangha, I never wanted their attention.”

A pained smile crossed his face. “Chaewon, don’t you see? If we keep this up… if I continue to walk beside you in the shadows, you’ll never have the life you truly deserve.”

She reached out, touching his hand, anchoring him to her. “And what if the life I truly deserve is with you?”

He shoves her hand away

“Do you hear yourself?” His frustration surfaced

“We can’t! You’ll be ruined once one of us utters a single word about what we’ve done,” He sighed, the weight of his decision evident on his brow. “You are a woman, and it is much safer for you if we just stop whatever we had. You can live your life happily.”

“But what if I want to be happy with you?” Chaewon shouted, her voice breaking through the distant laughter and the clinking of glasses, “I’ll be ruined, but if it’s for you, then so be it.” Her voice softened, tears spilling down her cheeks

“Kang Ha, did those moments we shared mean nothing to you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She bit her lip to stop the fresh wave of tears as she watched him turn away, his silhouette fading into the crowd, swallowed by the brightness of the ball.

As he walked away, Chaewon stood there, frozen in place as Kang Ha disappeared into the crowd.

Chaewon glanced around the room, watching how effortlessly others navigated high society with their smiles and laughter. It felt painfully out of reach, a world she didn’t truly belong to. Her heart ached, knowing her place was only in the quiet moments with Kang Ha

-

Kang Ha sat alone in his study, the quiet of the room punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the fire. His thoughts are entirely on Chaewon.

Why did they choose this? Why had they criticised themselves to hide, when, perhaps, they hadn’t needed to?

They could have found a way to court openly. He could have asked to be introduced, written his name on her dance card, and made his intentions clear for all to see. And yet, they had hidden, convinced that the walls and quiet corners of their private world were their only sanctuary.

As he sat there, he realised how much of this secrecy had been born from fear—not just of society’s scrutiny, but of his own vulnerability. He’d worried he wouldn’t measure up, that he couldn’t give her the life she deserved. In the shadows, he could pretend he was enough; in the light, he’d feared that pretence would crumble.

It struck him now, painfully, that he had chosen the harder path in trying to protect her. In wanting to spare her a scandal, he had deprived her of everything she could have had—a real relationship, a true love.

She was a woman finally catching the attention she deserved, stepping into the light, and yet here he was, still waiting in the shadows.

Maybe it was time to stop hiding. Maybe it was time he stepped forward, laid down his fears, and faced the world beside her.

And perhaps… if she would have him, they could begin again.

-

Kang Ha watches her dance with Sino, one of the many men who had placed his name on Chaewon’s dance card. That face Chaewon had plastered on her face, he knew it was a facade.

Chaewon’s eyes met his, and a tint of sparkle hit her eyes. She was about to cry, she excused herself. Her mother and brother-in-law called her name but never once had she turned around.

She ran to one of the many bathrooms. She cried her heart out “Chaewon,” Kang Ha calls

Chaewon looks at him through the mirror, wiping her tears “What are you doing here? Aren’t we supposed to avoid each other?”

“…”

“Get out,” She said, voice cracked

“I can’t when it is evident that you're crying!” He points out

“Well, my mother could come in anytime soon so just leave!” She said, trying to shout

“Chaewon, I have an idea,” He held her hand, Thumb caressing her knuckles “Let’s forget everything that we did-,” He said

She scoffs as tries to get her hands off his “And let's start over, I can just go up to you and we can talk, everyone will be there so no scandal, My name will be written on your dance card, we’ll dance.”

His hands slowly went up to her cheeks caressing them “And we will be together without the need to hide ourselves,” And then to her lips

Chaewon froze, her breath catching as his thumb brushed softly over her lips. For a moment, she could hardly think, her heart pounding loud enough to drown out any rational thought. She wanted to believe in the promise his words held, the idea of starting fresh, of having him by her side without shame or secrecy.

But reality pulled her back, her lips trembling as she murmured, “Kang Ha, it’s not that simple. You know it isn’t.”

His gaze held hers, steady and unwavering. “I know it isn’t simple,” he whispered, voice low and filled with a desperate sincerity. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

She searched his eyes, her walls starting to crumble under his touch. “What if they all know?” Her voice was barely audible, a mixture of hope and fear. “What if they see right through us?”

“Then let them,” he answered, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “Let them see that we’re just two people who… couldn’t help but find each other.” His hands moved to cradle her face, and she leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his touch seep into her skin

“And if they question us, Chaewon,” he continued softly, “if they whisper and cast their judgments, we’ll face it together. I’m done hiding. I want to be by your side, in light and shadow.”

His words broke through her defences, and she felt herself nodding, a tear slipping down her cheek “Don’t let me go this time,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Kang Ha’s lips curved into a reassuring smile as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead. He rested there for a moment.

When he pulled back, he gave her hand one final squeeze. “I’ll go back to the ballroom,” he said softly, letting her fingers slip from his grasp. “And I wasn't planning on leaving, not now, not in a month, not ever.”

She watched him leave(and just left jkjk), her heart racing with both fear and excitement. She wiped her tears, straightening herself before she, too, turned to step out of the shadows and join him.

-

Kangha bowed to Chaewon with a soft smile. “Do you have any space on your dance card for me, m’lady?”

Chaewon returned his smile and handed him her card as a silent yes.

Nearby, her mother noticed him and called over to Chaeri, who was deep in conversation with her husband.

“Chaeri?”

“Yes?” Chaeri replied, glancing over.

“Who is he?” her mother asked, nodding toward Kangha.

“That’s Lord Sapphire, Count Sapphire’s brother.”

“Interesting, I’ve never noticed him before,” her mother remarked, smiling as she watches her daughter smiling ear to ear

[winfleure]

ik i literally posted another post previously (do check that out too, it's mxm centric ^3^) but i always have an insatiable amt of muse for a.riana g.rande 😭 so if you're interested in m/f and/or f/f mature discord 1x1 rps, pls like / reply / dm me if you'd like to do a plot together ! my discord handle is eboyzoro if you'd rather reach me out there (i'm more active there n_e_wayz) !! 　　—　permanent call　!

i'm open to playing the bottom or top role and doubling up isnt necessary but highly encouraged as i lowkey don't wanna be used for my males / tops 😭 ! also small tidbit! i have an ariana oc that is versatile/bottom leaning + switch with men (general (fem)dom / pegging themes are very ok w/ me!) && bottom + switch/sub-leaning with women so i'm writing the pairing list keeping that in mind!

desired plot genres range from: slice of life, celeb, crime, supernatural, modern/historical fantasy, dystopian/utopian/cyberpunk, fandom/anime/manga setting/world aus and more — we can come up w/ ideas or i can look through your plots tag! i enjoy fluff, angst, smut! and i'm okay with toxic relationships, power imbalances & age gaps!

i'm low/relaxed activity (3rd person, present/past tense, 50-300+wc), i love worldbuilding / hcing / ooc chatter / pinterest + spotify & general char/ship dev!! open to canons, crossovers & animated faces (as long as they have a real life counterpart!). check out pinned for no-gos and other info!

down below, i'm italicizing pairings i rly want but honestly any pairing on this list is a win for me !!

fxm ( top x bottom format ) / ag dom

ariana x colin ford — general (fem)dom themes but not necessarily pegging (unless you'd like to include that!)

ariana x freddy stroma — general (fem)dom themes but not necessarily pegging (unless you'd like to include that!)

ariana x hanbin (zb1) — general (fem)dom themes && pegging themes !

ariana x jisung (nct) — general (fem)dom themes but not necessarily pegging (unless you'd like to include that!)

ariana x jungkook (bts) — pegging themes preferred / she'll be the "top" !

ariana x kevin (tbz) — general (fem)dom themes but not necessarily pegging (unless you'd like to include that!)

ariana x mackenyu — general (fem)dom themes && pegging themes !

ariana x mike faist — pegging themes preferred / she'll be the "top" !

ariana x woo dohwan — pegging themes preferred / she'll be the "top" !

mxf ( top x bottom format ) / ag sub-lean

alex fitzalan x ariana

andy biersack x ariana

archie reneaux x ariana

bill skarsgard x ariana

brian altemus x ariana

casey deidrick x ariana

dev patel x ariana

drew starkey x ariana

glenn powell x ariana

gong yoo x ariana

haechan (nct) x ariana

jeonghan (svt) x ariana

jeremy strong x ariana

jimin (bts) x ariana

john boyega x ariana

juyeon (tbz) x ariana

kedar williams stirling x ariana

kihyun (mx) x ariana

manish dayal x ariana

manny jacinto x ariana

mason gooding x ariana

oscar isaac x ariana

park seojoon x ariana

winston duke x ariana

xiao zhan x ariana

yoongi (bts) x ariana

zane holtz x ariana

fxf ( top x bottom format ) / ag sub-lean

anya chalotra x ariana

camila mendes x ariana

chaewon (lsfrm) x ariana

dianna agron x ariana

doja cat x ariana

dua lipa x ariana

emily rudd x ariana

ester exposito x ariana

gemma chan x ariana

jennie (bp) x ariana

jihyo (twice) x ariana

jung hoyeon x ariana

karina (aespa) x ariana

kim seo hyung x ariana

kim soyeon x ariana

kwon eunbi x ariana

lim jiyeon x ariana

madelaine petsch x ariana

madelyn cline x ariana

madison beer x ariana

megan thee stallion x ariana

naomi scott x ariana

nayeon (twice) x ariana

normani x ariana

priscilla quintana x ariana

sabrina carpenter x ariana

shay mitchell x ariana

seol inah x ariana

sza x ariana

rhea ripley x ariana

rosamund pike x ariana

ruby cruz x ariana

zendaya x ariana

[staytheb]

Thinking of You

Pairing: OX’s Hangyeom x OC [Chaejin] || OX’s Hyuk x OC [Chaewon] Genre: idol!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 4,078 Summary: The male idols have been thinking of the sisters and vice versa as of late. Yet, the latter never thought they would be spending the last hours of the last day of the year with the former though.

Warning: none

hello! my last written piece of the year and it’s with two members from OX! despite what is going on with them, i wanted to write something in hopes of good news in 2023 for them. also, this is fictional work, and so the fictional world is a happy one and does not mention their current situation either. other than that, i just wanted to write something for the new year and last day and Hangyeom and Hyuk popped into my head as the male leads despite other possibilities lol. so yeah, that’s about it and so happy reading and kthxbai, Admin  Lia~

"Hiya, Kongie." Chaejin cooed as she petted the female bichon's head.

"How have you been, girl?"

She scooped up the small dog into her arms as she sat on her friend, Jiae's, couch of her home as her friend joined her on the other side after changing clothes.

"Congratulations on getting your own place." Chaejin congratulated Jiae as her friend smiled happily.

"Thanks. It took a while, but I'm glad to have my own space for me and Kongie."

When the Bichon heard her name said by Jiae, she jumped out of Chaejin's arms and ran over to her owner's arms instead. The friends chuckled as Jiae cast Chaejin with a playful look.

"So, you ended up dating an idol and now he's your boyfriend, huh?"

Chaejin rolled her eyes as Jiae laughed.

"What? It's true though."

"It isn't." Chaejin declined before clarifying the whole situation to Jiae.

"Chaewon and I happened to become friends with them and over time each of us had gotten closer to one of them more than the others."

Chaejin cast her with a firm look.

"There's no dating and no boyfriend of any sorts."

Jiae scoffed.

"Don't lie. You messaged me that those two were the only ones that gave you two cosmetics for Christmas while the other members gave y'all cookies."

"And so?"

"So, you and I both know that this holiday is usually for couples and what not."

"There were no couples. Just a group of friends."

"Yeah, right."

Jiae even motioned at her own gifts from her boyfriend.

"Jongsoo gave me many cosmetics brands and I still have the ones he gave me for my birthday, too."

Chaejin rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, true, but I hardly wear it and so just ended up giving the gift Hangyeom got me to my sister anyway. Although Hyuk did give her quite a bit."

"Okay, see, and yet you're telling me that you two don't like them like that or they don't like you at all, because it's clear that they like y'all for real."

"They're idols, Jiae, and Chaewon and I aren't."

"Yeah, and so? It happened for others so it could happen for you two, too. I mean, y'all were fans of theirs despite keeping it a secret from them."

"Obviously. It's only so that they didn't think we were stalkers since Chaewon and I lived in the same building before knowing that they lived there, too."

"Okay, okay."

Yet Jiae still wouldn't drop the subject.

"Still, you never clarified about the thing that happened between you and Song Hangyeom."

Chaejin instantly became shy, but played it cool.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jiae's face lit up as she figured out what happened that night.

"Y'all kiss, huh?"

"No." Chaejin denied, a bit too quickly as Jiae's smile widened.

"Oh, you two did and now you're playing it off."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"Okay, fine, whatever. We kissed." Chaejin said, giving in and not wanting to be badgered by Jiae.

Jiae laughed before becoming serious.

"So, what are you two gonna do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You and Song Hangyeom while it's Chaewon and Yang Hyuk."

Again, Chaejin's eyes rolled.

"Seriously, Jiae, I really don't think there's gonna be anything between us despite him and I kissing. I don't know much about my sister and Hyuk though."

"A kiss during Christmas time isn't something to dismiss so easily, Chaejin."

Jiae shot her friend a knowing look.

"You never know though unless y'all admit it or they do it first."

"Highly doubtful. They have their own fans and careers to worry about."

"True, but they're just like us with real feelings."

"Never said they weren't."

"But y'all are distancing yourselves from such things from naturally happening. Actually, by that, I mean you're the one keeping the distance while Chaewon is just going with the flow."

Chaejin shrugged.

"Okay, true, but like, I don't know. Besides, we haven't really talked since then due to our differing schedules."

"You guys can message each other." Jiae reasoned as Chaejin nodded, knowingly.

"Yes, obviously, but I'm not gonna blow up his phone. He does that enough on his own."

"See, he likes you."

"Whatever. Besides, weren't you and I supposed to hang out and do other things today and not talk about mine or Chaewon's love life as it's the last day of the year?"

"Yes, but I like talking about your lack of a love life that turned promising now. As for Chaewon, she at least tried dating unlike you."

"Wow and whatever."

The two friends shared a laugh as by this time, Kongie had fallen asleep, allowing the two friends to catch up and continue their bonding time for the last day of the year until Jiae mentioned that she had a date later on with Jongsoo, cutting their hang out time short.

"I can't believe you were hiding your idol boyfriend from us." Chaewon's friend, Jiwoo, stated once the group of friends settled around the table at a cafe.

Chaewon met up with her close group of friends, Jiwoo, Yein, and Eunsoo once they found time to hang out after Christmas.

"Yeah, like it all makes so much sense now how close you and Hyuk were." Eunsoo added as Yein looked at the other two with a firm look.

"Well, it's not like Chaewon can go around revealing who he is though. They have to keep their relationship a secret from the public."

Jiwoo and Eunsoo nodded in agreement although Chaewon rolled her eyes.

"I don't have an idol boyfriend and it wasn't my secret to reveal."

"Wait. You're not dating him?" Yein deadpanned with a serious face.

"You and him had the best chemistry every time we had a group date with him and his friends."

"No way that y'all aren't dating. Didn't the two of you kiss on Christmas though?" Jiwoo asked, curiously.

"I mean, that's what you told us in our Kakao chat."

Chaewon nodded nonchalantly while keeping a cool demeanor.

"Yes, we kissed, but before the moment could be settled or anything discussed, we were interrupted by his members and acted like nothing happened. They had other things to do and so we just let the moment pass us by."

"Ooh, that sucks." Eunsoo commented with a sympathetic look.

"Have you guys talked since then though?"

"No. He's been busy with his own schedule and so have I."

"Wait. What about your sister?" Jiwoo piped up as Yein nodded eagerly.

"Oh yeah, what about her? How did it go for her?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I was too worried about my own life to worry about hers."

Chaewon shrugged as she remained nonchalant about the whole thing.

"Besides, he's an idol, remember? I'm not sure if he's able to date and his group has just gained growing popularity so they're bound to be busy and what not."

"Well, you never know." The trio chorused in an optimistic way.

"Anything can happen."

"Yeah, and that the two of you shared a kiss not that long ago, too."

"Yeah."

Chaewon brushed them off and changed the topic on them.

"Forget about my love life. What about yours? How did the last group date go?"

Each girl made a face upon remembering their last group date around Christmas time.

"Not worth mentioning."

"Yeah, definitely not worth mentioning."

"You seriously lucked out with these guys."

Chaewon made a face.

"That bad, huh?"

"Mmhmm."

Jiwoo returned the topic back onto Chaewon.

"Either way, at least you and Yang Hyuk have each other, so that's a blessing instead." 

She grinned widely at Chaewon as Chaewon rolled her eyes.

"He and I just happened to grow closer than the rest of y'all and that he lived in the same complex building as me, too."

"Oh, yeah. Why hang out with us when you can spend the last day of the year with him instead?" Yein mentioned in a good-natured tone as Chaewon scoffed.

"Stop, please."

The other three giggled as they continued to playfully teased their friend as the quartet enjoyed their time at the cafe. Soon they changed subjects, talking about anything and everything that came to mind, enjoying the others' company until the trio mentioned a group date they had to attend and cutting their hang out short.

Chaejin returned home first as she flopped onto the sectional sofa upon kicking off her shoes and being too lazy to even walk all the way to her room to sleep.

"I guess I can sleep in for New Year's Eve and let the new year roll on without me actually noticing it."

She chuckled before hearing the front door open.

"Oh, you're home, too?" Melanie commented upon seeing her sister lying stomach down on the sofa while placing her things on the coffee table.

"I thought you'd be over at Jiae's longer."

"Me, too, but she had a date with Jongsoo in the evening."

Chaejin cast her sister a tired look.

"Weren't you supposed to be out and about longer, too?"

"Yeah, but they ended up having one last minute group date before this year ends and I didn't want to participate."

Chaewon lied down on the other side of the sectional couch, equally as tired as her sister.

"So tired."

"Me, too."

"You don't wanna stay up to countdown for the new year?"

"Not really. Gonna sleep in again like last year though."

Chaejin had shut her eyes before opening one of them to stare at her sister.

"Unless you're making dinner tonight, I'll reconsider."

"I'll think about it."

Chaejin scoffed as Chaewon laughed. Each sister settled in their spot to get even more comfortable.

"What time is it anyway?" Chaejin broke the silence as Chaewon shrugged.

"Dunno. You can check your phone or the clock yourself."

"True, but too lazy."

"Like I'm not the same way."

"True."

The two shared a tired and sleepy laugh, but Chaejin ended up checking the time out of curiosity.

"Oh, it's barely three, but I feel more tired than usual though. So weird."

"We've been out and about all day, that's why. It's time for a good nap." Chaewon reasoned as Chaejin agreed.

"Oh, yeah, true. Well, I'll set an alarm to make dinner later then. Six or seven okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Later is probably better if we wanna do the new year countdown."

"I guess, if that's what you wanna do, then dinner will be around seven-thirty or eight."

"Okay, cool." 

Both sisters ended up rising from the sofa, headed off to their rooms after bidding one another an early goodnight, changed clothes, refreshed themselves, and finally settled into bed for a good nap. A few hours later the duo were contacted by two specific idols before Chaejin's alarm could even wake her up to make dinner. At first, the sisters declined in meeting up with them, but luckily, the men persuaded the women to come out since they had free time and wanted to spend the last few hours of the last day of the year with them since they haven't hung out in person since Christmas. The sisters agreed with Chaejin meeting Hangyeom on top of the rooftop of their apartment complex and Chaewon would be meeting Hyuk at the nearby cafe they often frequented together.

Chaejin rubbed her gloves hands together as she leaned against the rooftops' ledge while waiting for Hangyeom to show up.

"What am I still doing out here in the cold waiting for that brat though?" Chaejin voiced a bit annoyed as she brought down her gaze from the night sky down to the city lights below.

She marvelled at the pretty sight as a slow smile graced her face.

"At least I still got the scenery to keep me occupied."

"It's pretty, right?"

Chaejin heard from behind her as Hangyeom finally joined her at the rooftop's ledge all bundled up himself.

"Yeah, it is."

She turned her head to look at the idol as she eyed him suspiciously.

"You could have just hung out with the rest of your members instead of interrupting my sleep to celebrate the new year like you did on Christmas, Song Hangyeom."

Hangyeom chuckled as he faced her.

"I could've, but I didn't want to."

"Why?"

"I've been thinking about you." Hangyeom admitted as Chaejin redirected the attention elsewhere.

"Okay, well,  I mean you could've just spent it with your parents since they live close by."

"Yeah, true, but," He cast her a sweet smile, "I wanted to spend it with you, Lee Chaejin."

Chaejin immediately turned her head to face the sights below as she instantly grew shy at his words, but didn't want him to know that he had that kind of effect on her.

"Shut up, Song Hangyeom."

He laughed as he softly shoulder bumped her.

"C'mon. I've been thinking about you and you haven't thought about me at all since Christmas?"

"No."

That's a lie. Chaejin has, but she didn't want to admit that to him. Hangyeom pouted.

"I haven't seen you in almost a week and this is how you treat and greet me?"

He slightly shoulder bumped her once again, but it was more of a lean than a bump as Hangyeom stood closer against Chaejin, shoulder to shoulder.

"Yes." She deadpanned, trying to keep her cool in front of the idol and not letting him know that him being that close to her had any sort of effect on her.

"Aww, I thought we were past this and grew closer since Christmas since we kissed and all."

Hangyeom continued to pout, still watching her intently.

"That's what you think."

Chaejin continued to avoid eye contact and refrained from moving away from Hangyeom's gaze and closeness.

"Just admit that you like me, Lee Chaejin."

"No."

"Oh, c'mon."

"Leave me alone, Song Hangyeom."

"No. I like bothering you, Lee Chaejin."

"Of course you do."

"Mmhmm. So, just admit it."

"I'll think about it."

"Then think about me."

"I think about you enough."

"Oh? You do? Do I keep you up at night, thinking about me, Chaejin?"

Chaejin could hear the amusement in his voice once those words left her mouth as she continued to remain calm and collected, but deep down inside she grew flustered with his attention on her. So, she tried to reason out her feelings to be neutral and nothing more than that.

"I mean, as a former ROSE, and a current FOR X, of course I think about you and the other members. Equally. I think about all y'all equally and the same and all that."

She knew she didn't sound convincing and so knew that he knew that she wasn't convincing either of them of her words.

"Just, shut up, Hangyeom."

She slightly glared at Hangyeom as he laughed cheekily as he propped an elbow on the ledge and placed his chin onto his palm to stare at Chaejin, lovingly.

"No, go on, and tell me more."

"No."

She turned her face away once more, embarrassed and just even more shy than before. Soon Chaejin felt his hands gently grab the upper part of her arms to turn her body to face his so that she wouldn't be able to escape and avoid him like all the previous times. Still that didn't stop her eyes from looking elsewhere.

"Could you look at me, please?" He asked as Chaejin slowly focused her eyes onto him to which he smiled widely.

"Now, isn't that much better?"

"It would be if it wasn't so freaking cold, Hangyeom." She countered, causing Hangyeom to laugh at her response.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, but I hope this will suffice for now."

Hangyeom moved his gloved hands down to her own so that he could place them into his pockets while pulling Chaejin closer within his embrace.

"Is this better?"

Chaejin suppressed a smile from forming on her face as she tried to continue to keep herself neutral. Hangyeom was definitely making it harder for her to keep her calm composure day by day.

"I guess, but it just seems and feels more awkward now."

"I think you should get used to it."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to having actual feelings for an idol to be honest."

Hangyeom smiled at Chaejin's indirect confession.

"Don't think of me as an idol then."

"That's kind of hard when you have such a handsome face that just calls for attention."

Hangyeom burst out laughing as he pulled Chaejin even closer to him.

"Oh? So, you think I'm handsome?"

Chaejin groaned as she snuggled within his warm embrace unconsciously to hide her embarrassed face.

"You're so annoying."

"Annoying enough to get your attention, right?"

"I'm leaving." 

Chaejin tried to pull away to make her escape, but Hangyeom kept her in place with a smiling look.

"Okay, Chaejin, okay."

He laughed heartily and Chaejin could feel it rumble from his chest against her own body. Something within her finally gave in to her own feelings and to just go with the flow to see where this would lead them.

"Fine, Hangyeom."

"Hmm?"

Now a curious expression formed upon his face as Chaejin cast him with a shy-like yet gentle look appear on her face.

"I've been thinking about you, too, and yes, I do like you, Song Hangyeom."

Hangyeom's face lit with surprise before changing to one of happiness.

"I like you, too, Lee Chaejin."

Hangyeom cupped her face while rubbing his thumbs against her cheekbones.

"I like you a lot."

Hangyeom leaned in closer and Chaejin met him halfway as the two shared a kiss just as fireworks went off in the background to signal that the twenty-twenty-two year was gone and twenty-twenty-three had arrived.

"Happy new year, Song Hangyeom."

"Happy new year, Lee Chaejin."

They wished each other as they watched the sky light up beautifully for a moment before sharing another kiss.

Chaewon entered the small yet quaint cafe, being greeted by the warm atmosphere and not so busy vibe. She sighed in relief upon welcoming the warmth and the quietness while making her way over to the counter to put in an order while she waited for Hyuk to arrive. Chaewon was debating on what to drink when she felt a tap on her elbow and turned to see who it was.

"Uh, hi." She greeted the tall stranger with a polite demeanor.

Both of them wore face coverings and were bundled up from head to toe. It dawned on Chaejin a moment later that the stranger was Hyuk and that he had already arrived before her as he already had a drink in his hand, offering it to her. She eyed him suspiciously.

"Yang Hyuk."

She whispered his name as to not draw attention to themselves and to not reveal Hyuk's idol status.

"Didn't I tell you to stop buying me things?"

"I'm not buying you things. I'm treating you to things. There's a difference, Lee Chaewon." He countered.

Chaewon still didn't take the item and before she could respond back, Hyuk used his free hand to wrap it around her waist to lead them to a more secluded part of the cafe and away from others. Luckily, it was just them, another couple, and three staff on the floor within the cafe.

"C'mon, Lee Chaewon, just take it."

Hyuk offered the drink towards her again and she sighed with a nod.

"Fine, Yang Hyuk. I appreciate your generosity. Thank you."

Chaejin happily accepted the drink as Hyuk smiled while the two settled at the small table where they could also stare out the shop's window of the night time view. They removed their face coverings to easily talk and consume their hot drinks.

"I've been thinking about you." Hyuk suddenly said before Chaewon could ask him why he wanted to meet her here of all places.

"Oh? You have?"

Was her response as Chaewon was surprised to hear those words come from the idol's lips.

"Mmhmm."

Hyuk remained nonchalant about it while sipping his drink, but a ghost of a smile graced his features and Chaewon observed him, drinking her own drink.

"I've been thinking about you, too." Chaewon admitted with a slow smile.

Hyuk smiled upon hearing her words, but remained silent yet happy.

"So, why here?" She finally asked after a few seconds of silence between them.

Hyuk shot her an easy-going smile.

"Well, I thought we could have a cafe date to make it up to you for not contacting you face to face for the past week or so due to our schedules."

"A cafe date, huh?"

"Mmhmm."

The smile stayed on Hyuk's face as Chaewon continued to watch him, somehow wanting to mess with the idol for some odd reason.

"Who said we were dating though?"

Hyuk choked on his drink before recovering.

"I thought since we kissed on Christmas, Lee Chaewon, that we were dating."

"It was only a kiss though, Yang Hyuk. What made you think elsewise?"

Chaewon enjoyed watching Hyuk squirm in his seat as he racked his brain to come up with an answer.

"I'm just teasing, Yang Hyuk. Don't take it too seriously."

He calmed down and returned to drinking his drink with a slight embarrassed demeanor. Chaewon giggled as she leaned forward to place a gloved hand on his own.

"A cafe date is a nice idea, but I assumed that you couldn't date, right?"

Another slow smile graced Hyuk's face as he maneuvered his hand that Chaewon's hand laid upon to hold hers instead.

"Technically, yes, that's true, but that doesn't mean we can't date in secrecy."

He noticed her facial expression didn't seem as thrilled about it as before. He slightly frowned.

"Is something the matter?"

Chaewon flashed him a reassuring smile.

"No, not really, but honestly it's just that I would rather have our relationship be known instead of it being a secretive one."

She gave his hand a slight squeeze to assure him of her words.

"Although I know that can't happen due to your idol status and you and your group still being new to the industry, too."

Hyuk took both of her hands in his as he rubbed his thumbs over the back of her hands in a comforting manner.

"I know it's not the most ideal thing to do, but let's give it some time and I'm sure it'll all work out in the end."

Chaewon squeezed his hands back with a small nod as a ghost of a smile graced her lips.

"Alright. I guess I could give it some time for our relationship to develop further."

The two shared a knowing smile as Chaewon went back to teasing the idol.

"You must've thought about this whole thing a lot if you're so down to go about this."

Hyuk laughed, slightly embarrassed as he slowly nodded.

"I have. Like I've said, I've been thinking about you a lot since Christmas."

A smile graced Chaewon's lips as happiness spread across her face.

"To be honest, I've been thinking about you, too, since then."

"So, you do like me more than you had let on."

"Yes, I do, but let's be real, I never saw or thought of myself dating an idol or even being friends with one in general."

"Well, now you've done both and many more things will happen, too."

"Like what?"

Hyuk smiled mischievously as he leaned more than halfway across the table.

"How about a kiss and we'll go from there?"

Chaewon raised a brow with an amused look.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

Chaewon met him the rest of the way with barely an inch in-between them as a tender look spread across her face.

"I really like you, Yang Hyuk." She confessed.

Something she was unable to say last time. Hyuk's face mirrored the same expression as Chaewon while he said what he wanted to say last time, too.

"I really like you, too, Lee Chaewon."

The two shared a sweet look as their lips widened in happiness before closing the gap between them to share a tender kiss just as the fireworks went off, signaling the end of twenty-twenty-two and the arrival of twenty-twenty-three. They soon broke the kiss to stare at the colorful lights shooting into the sky before focusing their attention onto one another.

"Happy new year, Yang Hyuk."

"Happy new year, Lee Chaewon."

They wished one another before sharing another sweet kiss.

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Back to You | Chapter One

Pairing: Lee Suho x OC

Genre: fluff, angst, romance, comedy

Warning(s): strong language, mentions of violence (nothing too bad since I suck at writing), smoking, slight sexual harassment

Word Count: 6.6k

(Gif is not mine; credits to rightful owner)

"This is stupid and unnecessary."

"You're stupid and unnecessary!"

"Real mature, Junie."

"You just said that meeting my friends is 'stupid and unnecessary', what did you expect?"

Chaewon rolled her eyes, very well knowing that the boy had a point, but still unable shake to her nerves.

Meeting new people has never really been in the girl's forte; no matter how confident she seemed in a crowd, "properly" meeting new people turned her into an entire new shade of shy and introverted.

And the fact that these specific people were important to one of the most important people in her life, didn't make her or her anxiety fare any better.

Seojun noticed and stopped to turn to her.

"Don't be so nervous. These guys are really nice, you'll be fine."

Chaewon nodded, still unsure, but followed his lead up the staircase that led to Suho's house, one Seojun's friends she was meeting.

Seojun spoke in a soft and comforting voice, "I really think you'll like them, Chaewon-ah."

She smiled.

❀❀❀

"You're an idiot!"

"Shut up! You're the idiot!"

"I'm not the one who messed with Yongpa High thugs and got them to chase us right now!"

It would be an understatement to say that Han Chaewon was pissed when her post-noraebong bliss with her brother was very quickly squashed afterwards when the two siblings were approached by delinquents from Yongpa High.

Though to be fair, the siblings themselves were both kind of delinquents themselves; but the girl's anger was more directed towards her twin brother, Han Seojun, rather than their chasers for her current mood.

"Well-!"

"Just shut up and get on the damn bike!" Chaewon ordered as she did so herself as well as securing her helmet.

"Yah! I'm older than you, don't tell me what to do." But despite the elder's words, he put on his helmet and sped off alongside his sister on their motorcycles.

With Lee Seongyong right on their tail.

Chaewon led her and her brother through various roads and alleyways, knowing this part of town like the back of her hand; Seojun riding just a couple feet behind her, trusting that the younger would get them out of the mess he created for them. She always did.

It seemed like an endless cycle between the two: Chaewon getting Seojun out of trouble while causing chaos herself and leaving him to clean it up and vice versa.

They were quite the chaotic neutral duo, if you would.

And the majority of the time for them, it was fun. Even the slight life-risking aspect of it; although "life-risking" could be a bit of an exaggeration.

It was fun as long as you weren't alone, and Chaewon always managed to snag a sibling or friend (not that she had many of either) and rope them into being her partner in crime.

But as much as she enjoyed the trouble-maker lifestyle, she thinks of it's disgraces. She thinks of Seyeon.

Seyeon and how much he disapproved of her trouble-making since she was much more frequent in doing so compared to her twin counterpart.

Even when he would (un)willingly take part in his friend's mischievous shenanigans, it was something he loved about her. Something he loved about all of them.

Chaewon was aware of this, but what would he think of the current me? She would constantly ask herself questions like these; though the "he" could be any of the three boys that were constantly on her mind.

The thing is, she already knew the answer. It saddened her to think of it, but what else could she do?

"Chaewon!"

She briefly looked back at her brother, wondering what that was about, before realising what he was warning: a girl was straight ahead, and she was about to hit her.

The unknown girl braced for impact while the twins jerkily swerved to each side of the obstacle.

Avoiding her, but not avoiding falling on the ground along with their bikes.

"Shit..." They cursed simultaneously.

The girl recovered from her shock and went to go apologise to them.

"Excuse me, are you two okay? What should I do?" She muttered the last part to herself. "Are either of you hurt?" Seojun irately pulled off his helmet, shaking his hair out while breathing heavily and glared at the woman who stood behind him.

Hearing a moan of pain from Chaewon, still lying on the ground, he rushed over to her and pulled off her helmet as well.

"Chae-ah, are you okay?" Seojun searched for any injuries, spotting g several messy scratches and gashes on her legs.

"I'm fine." The girl grumbled. Seojun lightly brushed over the bleeding wounds, causing her to wince and smack his hand away.

"Sorry..." He said half-heartedly. Seojun could never handle seeing someone he loved in any sort of pain or hurt in any way.

Still somewhat blinding with anger, Seojun carefully helped his twin up before angrily walking towards the worried and now scared Im Jugyeong.

"Yah!" But before the temperamental boy could chew her out, he spotted the group of motorcycles after them and quickly dropped his and Chaewon's helmets to the ground.

He took his sister's hand as they ran away, not realising that they had left Chaewon's fallen sword hair sticks on the ground.

She was struggling to keep up with him, but her adrenaline was going full force and it soon felt like there was never an injury in the first place.

She wouldn't let him carry her, knowing it would just slow them down even more.

They got to a certain point where they decided to split up, Seojun going left and Chaewon going left. A bit of a last ditch effort.

But as some of Seongyong's boys gained on her, Chaewon realized she couldn't run from them forever with her injured legs. So she stopped, putting her hands up and feigning surrender.

The boys caught up with her and grabbed at her shoulders, only for Chaewon to grab one of their wrists and flip them over her shoulder.

She turned to the other guy and back kicked his chest, causing him to take a tumble backwards and onto the ground. Chaewon started walking over to finish him off, not noticing that the first guy was up again.

He kicked her square in the back, causing her to fall onto her injured knees with a pained yelp.

She squeaked slightly when the second boy stepped on her back to push her fully onto the floor, putting more and more pressure every second.

"Not so tough now huh, princess?" One of them taunted before they both grabbed her arms and did their best to keep her under control. The boys brought her to the rest of the group where Lee Seongyong had Seojun cornered.

"Look what we found, boss."

Seojun's eyes went wide at his sister's slightly beat state as Seongyong turned to his underlings and smugly smirked at the captive girl.

"Well, well, well. I thought it was weird when the Han Twins weren't together."

"She put up a bit of a fight."

"I'd expect nothing less." The head gangster (if you could even call him that) chuckled to himself and lifted Chaewon's chin up with his index and middle finger. Seojun growled lowly as he started towards the two but was almost immediately stopped by two boys "guarding" him.

"Such a pretty thing," the slimy boy said, trailing a finger to a loose strand of hair, "perhaps you can be accepted as payment." He brushed it out of the way, only for Chaewon to savagely bite at his finger, Seongyong only just pulling away in time. Seojun chuckled at his reacted while shaking his head.

"You're a delusional bastard to think for even a second that Seojun would agree and that I would allow that." Chaewon narrowed her eyes and glared at the still slightly shaken boy. But nonetheless he went back to being smug.

He walked back over to the male twin while cracking his knuckled. "Well then I guess I'll have to find another way to get even with your brother." Chaewon gasped as Seongyong punched Seojun in the stomach, causing him to fold over.

"Oppa!" She rarely used the term "hyung" or "oppa", but when she did, it was usually blurted out on accident or during a time of distress.

"Hey, when I think about how, because of you," She screamed again when Seongyong kneed him in his stomach, bringing him to his knees. She could feel the pain of her twin almost vividly, she wanted wanted to throw up at it. "I have no money left, I just..."

He brought the boy back up by his jacket.

"Hey. You didn't come out that day intentionally to backstab us, right?" All Seojun did was scoff with a mocking smile. "Did you think we wouldn't do anything if you ignored and avoided us?" Seongyong went in to land another punch, but only ended up hitting air as his target shifted slightly over.

"Don't hit the face." Chaewon mimicked her brother's reaction from earlier in chuckling while shaking her head.

The teenage bullies just started to scoff in disbelief at the boy's brazenness.

"Yes, you avoided it. Okay, you're dead today." Just as Seongyong placed his hand on Seojun's shoulder with his other fist poised for another punch, the sound of a siren alerted the group: causing Chaewon to stop her struggling.

"Hey, the cops are here."

"Let's go quickly!"

Chaewon shook off the boys that held her hostage before straightening out her clothes.

Lee Seongyong however was hesitant before finally letting go.

"We'll meet again, Han Seojun."

As soon as the boys ran off, Chaewon ran up to her brother and practically jumped into his arms with a hug to the best of her abilities. Seojun returned the affection, whispering sweet nothings into her hair and assuring that they were okay now.

"Are you okay? Does anything seriously hurt?" Seojun smiled at the girl's concern for him and just opted for kissing her forehead.

"I'll survive. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Chaewon smiled back and shook her head.

"I'll survive."

Im Jugyeong, who had turned on the siren, came out of her hiding place and stared in the direction of where the group of boys ran off.

She slowly backed up with Seojun's helmet in one arm and Chaewon's hair sticks in the other hand, gasping when she distractedly bumped into said boy's solid chest with said girl beside him. The two were staring down at the bewildered girl.

She turned around and became even more intimidated by the twins' height. Although Chaewon wasn't much taller than her, Jugyeong being 5'7 and the other girl standing at a strong 5'9, her stare was enough to make her quiver.

"What's with you?" Seojun said with a blank look on his face.

"Uh, about that... Oh, there!" She pointed at a space between the twins who did nothing but turn their heads slightly at her finger in synchronisation before rolling their eyes.

"What are you doing?" Chaewon said with the same bored look on her brother.

Jugyeong bit her lip, realising she was pretty much screwed before turning to run away, almost falling on her face.

Chaewon caught her by her backpack and brought her back up, causing the girl to slam into her surprisingly also firm figure. Jugyeong slowly turned to look at her.

Chaewon tilted her head. "What do you think you're looking at?"

There was a slight silence before Seojun spoke up, "Run."

The girl seemingly snapped back into reality, running away. "Oh, oh, bye!" She ran away screaming.

"Saebom High School?" The twins pondered in unison.

"What an odd girl..." Chaewon wondered as Seojun scoffed at the interaction. She brushed her hair out of her face and ruffled it when she realized something.

"My hair sticks..."

Seojun stopped as well.

"My helmet!" They looked at the fleeing figure of the girl realizing she possessed their personal items.

"Hey!" But she was pretty much long gone.

"Aish..." He cursed.

"Want me to go get them?" Chaewon offered, ready to go sprint for her and her brother's possessions. They were both of fairly high emotional importance.

"No, you're injured. No more running for you." She rolled her eyes, but conceded.

"Let's go home; Gowoon is probably worried about us." Chaewon patted Seojun's shoulder, he looked at his sister and nodded before they started on their way back to where they left their bikes, the girl relenting in letting her brother carry her via piggyback ride.

❀❀❀

"Gowoon-ah! We're home!" Chaewon called out into the mostly empty house.

"Hey! How was noraebong?" Gowoon was sitting at their kitchen table with her schoolwork spread out.

"Good! Until Seojun was an idiot..." Said idiot glared at her.

"When is he not an idiot?"

"Yah!"

Chaewon laughed and placed her bag on an empty space on the table when Gowoon noticed her wounds.

"What happened to you?!" Chaewon looked down, she nearly forgot about her messed up legs.

"Consequences of Seojun's idiocy and a little bit of my own." She vaguely said before taking a seat next to her younger sister.

"Need help with anything?"

"Nah, I'm good. But you should clean those up and get some sleep."

"Eh. I'll pass." Chaewon winked with a smirk before getting up.

She's gotten into enough trouble and enough accidents that she's gained quite some knowledge about injuries and how to treat them.

"Imma patch myself up a little and then go out."

After cleaning and bandaging her plethora of scratches on both of her legs, wiping off the little makeup she had on, and changing her clothes, she grabbed her bag and made for the door.

"See you later!" She called out to the other two, though Seojun was probably asleep; that being a major reason as to how Chaewon was allowed out of the house at that moment.

Seojun trusts Chaewon to handle herself, but with everything that had happened earlier that night, his big twin brother instincts were skyrocketing; they have him either keep his counterpart in the house after a certain time, or demand he go with her.

"Be safe and don't get into too much trouble!" Gowoon cautioned.

"I make no promises on either of those things!"

❀❀❀

Having decided to take a nice walk instead of rising her motorcycle, Chaewon entered Prince Comics; a place that she's called her safe haven since...

Anyways, the atmosphere of the comfy bookstore had helped her more than she though it would.

She'd spend most of her free days there whenever she just needed a break.

She rarely actually ever read the books, only when she was really bored but not tired enough to nap-- so she just took cat naps.

2-3 hour long cat naps.

The Ahjussi didn't mind though, he liked the company and personality of the young girl. He even put a bean bag, pillow, and blanket especially for Chaewon. He was always happy to see her enjoy it.

Like right now, Chaewon nestled her head further into the bean bag; setting aside the blanket and pillow since she had since changed into short sporty shorts, tucking her exposed and bandaged legs into the warmth of her oversized hoodie.

Lee Suho entered the area with couches and chairs that were bathed in the light yellow-orange light, taking in the place he hadn't come to in awhile.

As he was about to go search for his desired book, he noticed a small, curled-up figure to his right-- face covered by their hood.

He turned to the body, studying it for a second. His eyes roamed over the person before spotting sliver of a certain tattoo on their ankle-- a tattoo he knew all too well.

It was of a key.

"Chaewon...?" He whispered in disbelief. The girl opened her eyes at the all too familiar voice.

Though Chaewon has always been a heavy sleeper, there was one voice that always seemed to get her up and moving besides her brother's.

"Suho?" She said in a similar tone to his. He froze.

God how he missed his name coming from her lips, only she could have that effect on him.

They tried to keep their eyes from checking the other out (in a non-sexual way. sort of.), though their voices and facial expressions already gave away their shock.

It's been so long since she's seen Suho. She noticed how he seemed to get even more handsome, if that was even possible.

But there was something else. Something obvious. But at the same time, Chaewon couldn't quite put her finger on it. Or maybe she didn't want to.

Because this new thing about the boy before her wasn't something good.

She wasn't a fan. Then again, she wasn't a fan of Suho in general.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a monotone voice while holding a cold façade, Chaewon decided to do the same.

Her expression hardened and became slightly agitated. "Well I was taking a nap before someone so rudely interrupted me." She began stretching out her limbs like a cat, getting prepared to get the hell out of there.

"This is a comic store to read, not a motel to sleep in." He scolded.

"What's it to you where I sleep?" She snipped getting up. The boy slightly blushed at the double-meaning of her words while the girl hadn't cared to notice.

Her new position had exposed her injuries, Suho's eyes notably widening at the sight before quickly going back to indifference.

"What happened to you?"

Chaewon scoffed.

"Since when do you care about me or my wellbeing?"

"Well it's kind of hard to miss all of that." He gestured to her legs. "It doesn't mean I care about you."

Ouch.

The girl just scoffed again and rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the billionth time that night before going to leave.

She didn't need this, not after the day she had.

But she was suddenly pulled back by her hood and stood in front of a puzzled Suho once again.

"The hell?!" She brushed his hand off her hoodie. There was a jolt of electricity when their skin met, though neither addressed it and settled for just staring (glaring) at each other.

This went on for another minute or two when the Ahjussi came back from his bathroom break and went to see if Suho had gotten his book or not.

"Yah, Lee Suho. Did you get the-" He stopped short, noticing the position of the two and their tension.

"Am I interrupting something?" Suho and Chaewon looked at the owner, stepping apart after noticing how close they had gotten. Chaewon cleared her throat before bowing to the Ahjussi, thanking him for letting her stay as always, and then scurrying out of the store.

"Is Chaewon-ie okay?" Suho couldn't bring himself to answer.

He just stood there as he replayed their interaction in his head; wondering what the hell just happened.

❀❀❀

"Motorcycles! Motorcycles!" The friend group turned around to see two motorcycles heading right towards them, jumping away just in time.

The twins continued to clear a path for themselves, parking in the designated area for bikes.

The bustling students continued to stare and chatter amongst themselves in awe and shock.

Chaewon and Seojun took off their helmets, shaking their hair out while doing so.

She tugged and tightened her high ponytail as he brushed his fingers through his hair a couple of times.

When they got off their bikes, Jugyeong froze, recognising the two siblings from the other night.

"They're..." The memories replayed in her head as if they were on tape. "They're from out school?" The girl couldn't believe the unbelievable coincidence.

"The Han Twins are back," Sua remarked.

"Why are they here?" Sujin rhetorically asked, Taehoon echoing her. The group watched as Seojun and Chaewon started to walk to the school's entrance; the elder's arm around the younger's neck.

"The Han Twins?"

"Like how there are the Bermuda Triangle in the Atlantic and black holes in the universe," Sua began, "there are three charming students at our school, whom if you fall for once, you can never exit and get out: The chic, cold beauty God Lee Suho; the rough, wild horse God Seojun; and the dangerous, seductive Goddess Chaewon. Just like deciding between three of your favourite foods is so mind blowingly hard, they're the three ethereal beings at Saebom High School. They're the three top ones!"

Jugyeong's eyes comically widened upon hearing Chaewon's description.

Dangerous? She wanted to facepalm herself for already making an enemy out of a girl who was known to be not-so-friendly.

Meanwhile, the Han duo and Lee Suho had finally come to a stand-still at the front of the building, the two boys looking at each other intensely.

Although Chaewon was able to keep her poker face upon seeing Suho, she kept looking everywhere but him.

She didn't know if the feeling she was getting in her stomach from seeing him again were butterflies or knives.

"Forget the top three nonsense, I hate them. Though I can't really say too much for Chaewon since she can be more enigmatic than Lee Suho or her brother at times. And yet they're still the heartthrobs of Saebom boys and girls alike."

Despite the tension between the three being completely visible to anybody and everybody, the students kept chattering away, loving how this was going.

"The Han Twins returned!"

"They'll get into a fight again."

"Oo, it's already so loud!"

"I love it!"

But as Jugyeong and the group started getting nearer towards the three, she could see how they didn't really seem like friends.

"What's with them? They don't get along?" She asked, turning her head towards Sua.

"They used to be best friends, but they somehow fell apart. When they meet, the atmosphere gets so cold. It's especially weird since everybody thought that Suho and Chaewon were together during that time since they acted much closer than the other." Jugyeong was shocked, trying to process and imagine the two together.

In her mind, they fit pretty well look-wise and personality-wise.

Suho saw how Chaewon's eyes could never quite meet his own and kept his eyes on her.

Seojun took notice of this and roughly brought her closer into his side and raised an eyebrow at the boy who had since then turned his attention back to him. Chaewon's eyes traveled to the ground while Seojun turned his head and scoffed before eying his nemesis once again.

"So annoying."

Chaewon, wanting to escape from the situation, started tugging at her brother's hand that was still hanging off of her shoulder. "Let's go, Jun." Seojun kept his eyes on Suho for another second or two before complying with his sister's wishes.

The frozen exterior of Suho's heart cracked a bit as Chaewon's expressions burned and lingered in his mind, watching the siblings walk off.

The girl in question fighting the urge to look back at him.

❀❀❀

"Hello!" The teacher greeted the class who greeted him back while walking into the room with Seojun and Chaewon in tow.

Suho slightly perked up as they went up to the front of the room, both with their heads held high and looking bored as ever.

This time it seems, Chaewon had no problem in locking gazes with Suho before looking over the class again.

"Alright, Seojun and Chaewon are back now. Good to see them, right?" The class answered back 'yes' before giving a round of applause as instructed by the teacher.

"Bravo!" Cheers kept ringing throughout the classroom, Seojun looking off to the side in faux embarrassment while Chaewon just kept a blank and cold face, intimidating some of the students into silence.

"One of you can sit next to Suho—" The twins looked at each other in alarm, though not particularly showing it.

"What?"

"What now?"

They looked at the teacher.

All eyes were either on Suho, who just looked straight ahead, or the twins, one sighing before walking to where Jugyeong was sitting.

Chaewon watched him kick the leg of the desk, startling the girl.

"Yah. You go."

Jugyeong was just as bewildered as when they first met, only being able to point at herself and ask, "Me?" in a meek voice.

"This was originally my sister's spot." That alone was almost enough for Jugyeong to jump out of the seat, not wanting to test the girl's 'dangerous' reputation.

"Oh, Jugyeong has weak eyes, so she's sitting there." The teacher explained, causing Chaewon to quietly scoff and mumble to herself, "'Weak eyes' my ass..."

Though the teacher had heard her, he elected to ignore it before asking Taehoon to move.

"Taehoon. Our handsome Taehoon, can you switch spots?" The boy, of course, readily and excitedly accepted; the class laughing from his antics.

But before he could get up and walk to his newly appointed spot, he noticed that Seojun had still not moved from his place near Jugyeong's seat.

Chaewon walked up to Seojun, noticing that he was about to refute his senior and demand that she have her seat back.

But she was tired and didn't feel that it was necessary; even if it meant having to sit next to Lee Suho, it was better her than her twin.

She nudged him, getting his attention before nodding to the seat in the corner of the class, "It's fine, Jun."

The seat she motioned to was perfect for napping and not paying attention, she really knew how he was in school. But that didn't matter to Seojun if his sister had to sit next to his rival. He started mumbling about how her sitting next to said rival wasn't happening, but Chaewon was persistent in her glares, slightly pinching him and making the boy wince as he felt her sharp, ruby-red stiletto nails.

He conceded, but not before throwing a sharp and dangerous look at Suho, though the boy wasn't phased.

The twins split ways; Seojun going to his new seat in the back, Chaewon taking the one next to Suho's with Taehoon two spots behind her.

She felt Suho's gaze burn into the side of her face, but paid no mind and rested her head on the desk as her brother was doing for a nap.

Not even 5 minutes later, the sound of a door slamming open caused Chaewon to wake up, looking to the side instinctively. She didn't quite know how to feel when she didn't see Suho there, but quickly turned her attention back to the source of the sound that disturbed her sleep.

A group of boy entered the room, crowding around Seojun who still had his head on the desk.

"Yah, Han Seojun. If you and your sister returned, at least one of you should've shown your face and said hi." Chaewon suddenly stood up from her desk, the object making a horrible screeching sound that had all eyes on her. Seojun banged his fist on the desk before doing the same, exchanging looks with his sister once he felt her presence beside him.

The siblings had a stare off with the taller boy, causing the students to tense up.

This continued outside the school, Seojun and Chaewon standing a couple feet in front of the group of boys when the big one spoke.

"Hey, brother. Today's such great weather for you to die." Seojun rolled his eyes.

"Are you guys a girl group or something?" He scoffed.

"Seriously. Why are you standing like that?" Chaewon questioned, but the boys just sneered and chuckled mockingly among themselves.

"Why? Are you going to hit us? Okay, come in. Come here!" They all got into fighting stances.

"Yah, Kim Chorong!" Seojun's voice boomed, the two stepping up to the boys intimidatingly before he spoke up in a mock bravado tone.

"Your joke was a bit too much." That's what did it for all of them. Everyone started laughing, Chaewon even turning to her brother and playfully punching him before mocking his words.

"Hey, great acting for a pair of trainees." Chaewon playfully rolled her eyes at the boy while smirking.

"Ex-trainees, thank you very much." Chorong just stuck his tongue out at her to which she did the same.

"This is so childish." Seojun said, feigning irritation, "How much longer do I have to play around?"

"Yah, brother!… it's honestly fun, you know?” Chaewon started to laugh harder at the sound of their joy and the sight of seeing her brother teased further.

“Have you guys been well?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

“Woah!” Seojun suddenly exclaimed. “Kim Chorong, I think you gained more weight. Did you bulk up?” The victim of the taunting was staring at the taunter with incredulity while the rest started to crack up again. Chaewon rolled her eyes and shoved her brother’s shoulder, going to wrap her arms around the bigger boy.

“Yah! Leave him alone, Junie.” She pouted.

“Thank you, Chaewon! And for your information, I lost 10 kilograms!” Chaewon giggled at the banter as one of the boys commented that he could see the muscles.

Chorong turned to look down at the girl who was still clinging to his side.

“If your mother better?” He asked. She smiled fondly at her friend’s concern and nodded her head.

“She’s a lot better. Thanks, Chocho.” The two exchanged eye-smiles as the rest let out relieved sighs.

“What a relief. I’m sorry I couldn’t make a munsang.” Chorong said, turning back towards the other twin.

“Yah, what do you mean by munsang, you fool?” Seojun scolded. “It should be munbyeong.”

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“Smart!”

Chaewon smiled as her brother proudly pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around the girl and resting his head on top of her head, both smirking.

It was good to be back.

❀❀❀

Chaewon decided to break off from the group to get food from the cafeteria, having forgotten money to go to the snack bar.

While in line, she spotted Lee Suho.

He’s so different... She couldn’t help thinking the obvious, but it felt so unsettling for her to see the boy she once thought she knew so well to be so... cold.

But under the circumstances that occured, it was understandable. And she couldn’t be a hypocrite by saying that he was the only one that changed.

Then all of a sudden—

“That girl...” Im Jugyeong had come to the lonely looking boy and gave him a red ginseng juice.

His favorite.

How did she know it was his favorite?

Why did she give it to him?

Why did I care?

Why am I asking all these questions?

“The hell?” Jugyeong walked away as Chaewon started placing food onto he tray.

Later that day while Chaewon was looking for her brother and friends, she saw Suho sitting on a bench looking at his phone with earbuds in, when the girl came up to him again.

This time, she was holding a large bag and took out one of his earbuds before whispering something to him and quickly running off.

Ah, so she’s another one of his fangirls. I should’ve known. Chaewon rolled her eyes, starting to walk again.

Only to stop again, seeing Lee Suho actually get up and seemingly follow the girl.

Chaewon couldn’t contain her curiosity and decided to quietly follow him, ending up at the rooftop.

She stayed by the door and watched their interaction. She almost felt bad for Im Jugyeong, knowing how harsh Suho could be.

It seemed to be worse this time around though since Jugyeong decided to flee from the rooftop, not even noticing her eavesdropper.

“Wahhh, you’ve really changed, Lee Suho.” Chaewon said walking out from her hiding place.

Suho turned to her and looked irritated, but also somewhat guilty and surprised. He didn’t want her to see that.

“Did you follow me or something?”

“Mm-hm.” He was quite surprised by her honesty, but he should’ve seen it coming. “I was quite curious when that girl was so brazen as to do what she did. I had to see what would happen.”

Silence stood between the two for a moment before Suho sighed and brushed past Chaewon and back into the building. She continued forward to the edge of the ledge and placed her hands on it, observing the view and breathing it in before pulling two things from her pockets.

Suho watched from the entrance as the girl took a cigarette from the box and lit it with her lighter.

“You still do that stuff?” He couldn’t help but to ask. He, Seyeon, and Seojun always hated whenever she smoked, even though it was a pretty rare occurence. But it still came to a point where they organized an intervention and her family had almost sent her to rehab. After that, he thought she was sober, or at least got better at hiding her actions, but things change he supposed.

Chaewon didn’t answer, seemingly unbothered by his still being there and instead blowing another puff of smoke.

“Does Seojun know?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your busine-”

“I’m making it my business because I’m not going to stand here and let you ruin your life doing that shit!”

“Oh please, Lee Suho. I’ve done plenty of other stuff that’ll ruin my life, and I’m not going to start giving a fuck just because you say so.” 

Suho internally cringed at the stuff implied by her words. He knew she was reckless and liked trouble, but he didn’t know how bad it might’ve gotten over the time they’ve been apart. 

Seeing and interacting with her now made him question how close they really were back then.

“Besides, as if me dying wouldn’t make you happy.” Chaewon softly spoke, it almost sounded sorrowful; though it still held some hot resentment.

Suho felt his facial expressions go awry.

I wouldn’t be happy. I’d be devastated.

“Maybe I should do it more often. Speed up the process, put us both out of our misery, finally put a smile on that frustratingly, emotionless face of y-”

“Don’t.” He interrupted. Neither noticed how close Suho had gotten while she was talking.

“Don’t say those things.” He whispered.

Chaewon didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what to say. And all she could hear was her heartbeat about to break out of her chest.

“Why not? It’s not like you care about me, right...?” Chaewon shakily asked with an almost mocking undertone.

He didn’t say anthing and neither did she.

After about a minute of nothing, Chaewon turned back around to face forward. She closed her eyes, trying to reel her emotions in. Bringing the cigarette back up for another hit, Suho took the death stick from between her lips and threw it onto the ground, putting it out aggressively with his shoe.

She was too shocked to even scold the boy and his actions, seeing how he had seemingly gotten even closer.

Suho stared intensely at the girl. His eyes were full of caring and warmth. Yet at the same time, they were full of cold nothingness. But Chaewon could see under that, she always could; that’s one of the things that made them so compatible. 

She just didn’t know if her senses were trust-worthy or not this time around.

They could always tell how the other actually felt. But times have changed.

They changed.

They weren’t Suho and Chaewon anymore.

They weren’t anything anymore.

❀❀❀

It was the next day during gym.

The students were outside playing dodgeball while Chaewon had her tracksuit jacket wrapped around her waist, exposing her normal clothes, and sat on the sidelines watching her brother play.

She could feel a certain pair of eyes on her every so often as she felt herself do the same, but nobody else seemed to notice it.

“Yes! Han Seojun, out!” Chaewon laughed at the fact her brother was eliminated, especially with it being by the hands of Lee Suho and Yoo Taehoon.

As he walked off to join his sister who was now standing up, the ball from the girls’ side traveled to where the twins were, Seojun stopping it with his foot before Im Jugyeong could grab it.

“Yah. You’ve seen us before, right?” Jugyeong laughed awkwardly as the twins stared down at her.

“What are you saying?” She tried taking the ball only for Seojun to press harder on it.

“You ran off with my helmet and my sister’s hair sticks.” She looked back up at him.

“Did you not?”

Jugyeong’s eyes went to the space beside him and pointed at something, “Oh! Over there!”

“We didn’t fall for that last time either-“ Before he knew it, Seojun was shoved to the side as a ball collided with the back of Chaewon’s head who although wasn’t in any pain, was pretty pissed.

Several noises of shock and disbelief sounded from the boys’ side.

“Chae-ah!” Seojun rushed back to his sister’s side and held onto her. “Are you okay?” Before she could answer, he turned to the culrptiy and glared at him with flaming death and growled, “Aish!”

“S-S-Sor… T-t-t-the class president! It was the class president.” Ahn Hyungyu tried explaining in extreme fear.

Jugyeong stood up with the now free ball. “I’m sorry. I’ll give them both back tomorrow.”

It felt like déjà vu when the girl turned around again about to fall on her face; only this time, no one was gonna help her.

Lee Suho, who was watching the whole thing in silent anger, stalked off, but not before roughly shouldering the boy who accidentally injured Chaewon and stepped over Jugyeong’s sprawled out body.

The show was over and Seojun went to scold Hyungyu who was still apologizing profusely, but Chaewon stayed where she was, staring at the boy who was walking back into the school’s building who wanted nothing more than to ask if she was okay.

❀❀❀

Chaewon, Seojun and the rest of their friends walked down the hallway; some girls and boys passing by whispered in awe and silently fangirled/fanboyed.

The twins walked beside each other and smirked at the attention. It was amusing to say the least.

This continued in an almost slow-motion fashion when all of a sudden—

“Wait.” Seojun dropped down to the floor and started re-tying his shoelaces. Chaewon chuckled and jokingly pushed his shoulder, making him lose his balance and making her laugh even more.

“MOVE!” The group looked forward to see Im Jugyeong running down the hallway with a face full of cake.

Although it was a weird sight, Chaewon stayed where she was and stood in front of the panicked girl.

Jugyeong came to a halt with wide eyes in front of the taller girl who had a questioning look with a perked up eyebrow.

She slightly bowed with a quiet “excuse me, sorry” before running past her and jumping onto Seojun’s back and catapulting herself forward.

“Yah!” Chaewon squatted down onto the floor beside her brother who was now sprawled on the floor. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He gritted looking at the direction of the runaway girl.

But it didn’t stop there; the rest of their class following Im Jugyeong, also in a panic.

Chaewon hurriedly brought Seojun back up to his feet and pushed them both to the wall for safety.

“What the hell is going on?!”

They waited for a couple of seconds to see if anymore people would go stampeding down their way, being relieved when it seemed to be over.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Jun?” Chaewon looked over his body for any injuries.

“I’m fine, Chae. Really.” She smiled at him and linked their arms to start walking.

Then Lee Suho came from the other side of the hallway, the side where they had originally come from and where everyone had gone to.

And he wasn’t alone.

Hiding underneath his jacket was Im Jugyeong, still cake-faced.

The twins had to stop and stare at the unusual scene; neither knowing how to feel at the sight before them.

❀❀❀

🌸A/N: Yay! I can’t believe I finally published this. I’m going to start working on the second chapter as soon as possible. Also, I realize that Yeji is also 5’7, but I looked at the height of the other characters and decided that 5’9 was good. Besides that, please excuse any typos or mistakes. I hope you enjoyed!

BTW: The picture below is Chaewon’s outfit. The white dress shirt part of the uniform is unbuttoned and tied in a croptop way, showing the bralette. I tried finding a good picture of Saebom’s uniform but it was pretty hard so I just cropped Sujin’s. Sorry for it’s pretty low quality😅

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Crossroads Hiding the Moon

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Reader | Min Yoongi x OC

Genre: Single Dad!Yoongi, Baby!Taehyung, Angst and Fluff

Words: 8K

Description: As requested by anon: “A single dad! yoongi with a toddler? Like super angst in a way that his wife suddenly left them so he turns cold. But then someone comes into their life and his son started calling her mommy, they try to work it out for the kid. Just when everything's better, the ex wife returns and things get complicated but ends up in fluff.”

A/N: My first request! Omg, I finished this super fast because I got way too excited to do a request lol. Well, I hope you enjoy this anonie :)

Present 

If there is anything Min Yoongi hates more than being late for important events, it’s driving through the rain during rush hour. He’s on his way to pick up his four year old son, Taehyung, after a long day in the studio, and maybe if Jungkook was more vocally skilled at execution or if Namjoon wasn’t so nit picky about the lyrics, he wouldn’t feel as emotionally drained while the sun was still up. But no, the overly self-confident main vocalist was too arrogant to take constructive criticism seriously, and the popular boy group’s resident genius was too much of a perfectionist to let one “lackluster” chorus slide. So here he is, sitting in the his car listening to the unrelenting raindrops splatter against his windshield, and waiting for the vehicle in front of him to stop drunkenly swerving into his lane.  

Truthfully, Yoongi had been feeling rather uneasy all day. He was reluctant to send Taehyung off to daycare, not knowing if the other children would make fun of the toddler for his second hand clothing that Yoongi barely had the money to afford or his eccentric personality that is often misunderstood. Yoongi’s new job didn’t allow children to run around the studio, and it was his first big break, finally being hired by a company as established in the music industry as BigHit just when rent was due in less than 2 weeks and his bank account had been sucked dry because he insisted on buying that expensive pair of shoes for the toddler’s birthday, even if it meant he had to skip lunch each day for the next month. He had barely been scraping by before his self-composed song was selected as the winner of the online competition BigHit had held for rising producers, and it was like the heaven’s was finally listening to his silent prayers.

It’s still pouring as the traffic continues to move at a snails pace, causing Yoongi to drown in his overly worried mind once again. He was afraid Taehyung would be the last kid picked up, having to watch all the other children leave with their parents causing him to start having thoughts of Yoongi abandoning him, just like his mother did. Yoongi swallows thickly and grips the steering wheel tighter, forcing himself not to think about something he’s been trying to forget for over two years now.

 When he arrives at the daycare, Yoongi sees Taehyung sitting alone by the window, shoulder slightly slump and legs that were too short to touch the ground swinging carelessly as he stared at the pellets of water trickling down the glass, blurring the view of the grey world outside. He almost looks like he was deep in thought, and it makes Yoongi wonder if Taehyung’s young mind is actually thinking about something profound or if his head was just filled with his favorite cartoons on replay.

“Ah, Mr. Min! You’re finally here.” The friendly voice of the woman in charge snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the task at hand.

Yoongi clears his throat awkwardly. “Yeah, I’m here to pick up Taehyung.”

At the sound of his name, Taehyung’s little head perks up and a boxy smile appears on his face as he turns his head to see his father standing at the doorway. And before Yoongi can call him over, the four year old was already a step ahead and had ran over to jump into his arms.

“Daddy!” He laughs, nuzzling his head into the crook of Yoongi’s neck as the older male lifts him off the ground.

“He’s been waiting for quite a while.” The lady brings up the fact that Yoongi was nearly 45 minutes late, as if it hadn’t been obvious by the room void of children except Tae. She has a smile on her face, so Yoongi assumes she doesn’t say that with ill intent but rather concern for his son who had to watch all the other kids leave with their parents.

“Sorry, Tae, this won’t happen again.” Yoongi apologizes, bouncing the little boy in his arms to get in a more comfortable position.

Taehyung shakes his head. “It’s ok, I knew you’d come.”

Yoongi reaches up and ruffles Taehyung’s fluffy hair, smiling at the little boy because his heart felt too full to describe whatever emotion he was feeling into words. If Yoongi was being really honest, the kid was the only person filling that miserable numbness he wakes up to each morning, the only person that can actually bring out a genuine smile from the depths of his being, even if he has to force himself to ignore the other person that Taehyung reminds him of. He often wonders if Taehyung hides his sadness with a childish front, but maybe that was just Yoongi overthinking again or even an effect of projecting his own mindset on the toddler. On one hand, the kid was only four years old, and yet on the other, he had already gone through so much at such a young age.  

Taehyung doesn’t want to get his new shoes wet, and honestly neither does Yoongi because Gucci for kids still cost the rising producer an arm and a leg, so Yoongi offers to carry him on the condition that he holds the umbrella–“because daddy doesn’t have three arms”. And of course Taehyung doesn’t object, and so the two of them walk to Yoongi’s car that is parked a block away because street parking was much cheaper than paying for a spot in the lot.

“Daddy look, that person doesn’t have an umbrella” Yoongi’s head turns in the direction that Taehyung’s stubby finger is pointed, and low and behold he see’s you using your wallet sized purse to cover your head in a feeble attempt to remain somewhat dry as you ran towards them waiting for the light to turn green at the crosswalk.  

Yoongi stands still, head positioned straight, and gaze fixed at the passing cars on the street as you reached the spot where he was standing with Taehyung, pretending like there wasn’t someone being drenched in the rain while he remained sheltered under an umbrella large enough to fit an entire family.

“Aww, you’re so sweet, thank you.” Your comment makes Yoongi’s jerk his head around and realize just what had happened. Unbeknownst to him, Taehyung had moved the umbrella in a way so that it covered your head as well, and now the three of you were in a situation Yoongi would rather not have to address at a time like this.

“You’re pretty” Taehyung says, giggling a little as he continued to look at your with wide eyes and an impossibly friendly smile.

“Tae” Yoongi mildly scolds, wondering what had gotten into his son, questioning why in the world Taehyung would take part in such an unusual act of kindness towards a stranger on the street, and it wasn’t until Yoongi’s eyes meet directly with yours that the answer to that very question became as obvious as day.

You were almost a mirror image of her.

 …

 Past

When he was younger, Min Yoongi was a big fan of love that was like summer rain. The kind that hits you suddenly and bursts out of your soul like the scent of earthly elements coming back to life, filling the atmosphere when a seemingly never-ending drought finally comes to an end. Blame his artistic mind and tendency to describe emotion through song, a habit of his that manifested as an interest for the arts when he was young and caused him to spend most of his time listening to music rather than playing with other kids outside. And it was precisely for that reason that Min Yoongi knew he wanted to be a composer from the moment he entered college, opting to major in music the second he got the chance to meet with his university counselor.

He didn’t care what his parents thought of it, didn’t heed the advice from his older successful businessman brother-who was always the favorite in the family-about the risks of trying to make it big in the turbulent music industry. Yoongi was a big believer in passion being the key to success, of course not without hard work and discipline, which was why he found himself in the music theater, practicing classical pieces on the grand piano without an audience, every single day of the year. Because not only was it a place he came to associate with the undying love he harbored for music and the optimistic hope he had for the future, it was also where he met Kim Chaewon for the very first time.

“You’re Min Yoongi, right?”

The silvery voice floats over to Yoongi’s ear, cutting through the musical piece he had been so thoroughly absorbed in. It was almost too cliché because Chaewon exhibited a kind of beauty that made his jaw drop the moment he lifted his gaze off the black and white keys and spotted her walking down the steps to the empty stage. Even though the performance hall was only half lit, her skin still managed to glow smoothly under the dim artificial lighting, and her eyes were large and puppy-like, kind and gentle, like warm spring zephyr.

“Yeah, I am.” Yoongi answers, eyes still fixed on the girl who is smiling at him like winter snow had just melted away after months of turning to decaying slush.

“The one the professor kept raving about in class today, right?”

“Oh, that was…” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, reminded of how embarrassing it was for the music professor to brag about his project on sound layering. He didn’t like being the center of attention and had sunk lower in the seat when the man had mentioned his name, not that anyone could put a face to his name, or so he thought. 

She giggles, light and airy, making Yoongi flush because he’s never met anyone who’s shown genuine interest in his novice work, well except for said professor who keeps praising him in front of the class.

“I forgot to mention, I’m Chaewon. You probably don’t me, but I’ve secretly been listening to you play for quite a while now and just summed up the guts to talk to you today.” Her gaze drops shyly, waiting for Yoongi to respond to her confession.

Yoongi’s at lost for words, not knowing how to respond to such a statement, especially when she’s making his heart beat a mile a minute. At the very least he’s poised enough to thank her for being a fan, which sounded really dumb stuttering out of his nervous mouth but manages to make her laugh, so it wasn’t all in vain he supposes. 

Yoongi never thought about how it would feel to actually have someone support his dreams, he wasn’t looking for that kind of reassurance because he was used to being looked down upon. He was used to chasing after something that was unimaginably far away, one that makes him feel like he was running in place every day and that tomorrow would never truly arrive. It never really bothered him because his passion for music stayed true, and he was always confident that he would never stray from that path that would take him closer towards his dream, but Kim Chaewon came to him like summer rain. She was the first person to sincerely believe in him, and she did it when no one else bothered to give his music a chance, when the rest of the world was against his humble beginnings and rejected the potential of an underdog making it to the top.

“You’re going to be an amazing songwriter and producer one day.” Chaewon says to Yoongi as they walk under the cascading cherry blossoms on a warm April afternoon. The sun was warmer than normal today, and the scenery was hazy like an actual dream, only it was actually real and closer than anything else in Yoongi’s life at the time.  

“I really hope so.” Yoongi sighs, reminded of all the obstacles that lie on the road ahead.

“I know you will because you’re Min Yoongi and the world deserves to be graced by your unparalleled art.”

Kim Chaewon was ethereal, because not only was her outer appearance angelic and otherworldly, her personality was just as lovely as Yoongi eventually learned over the years. And although Yoongi knew from the moment their minds clicked like that of soulmates that she was the one, it was because she stuck with him through the all-time lows, those periods when he lost the magic touch and would he hit a slump that barred him from coming up with anything good for months, that led Yoongi to love Chaewon more than that satisfying feeling of finally completing a song that conveyed exactly what he intended, more than the way rain cascades like diamond tears from the sky and ends in a passing sun shower that gives birth to a rainbow, and more than everything he thought was meaningful in life before she lit up his world.

 Their love was a crystal clear story, one that wasn’t supposed to end.

 …

 Present

Grocery shopping is always a pain, and not entirely due to the fact that Yoongi was literally broke, but because he had to take time to consider healthy options for his growing boy. If it was just him, he would be fine shoving cheap junk down his esophagus or surviving on minimal food for most of the month, but because of Taehyung, he was forced to actually prepare meals with vegetables and make sure Tae always has his daily serving of fruits, which entailed a trip to the grocery store every weekend.

Luckily Taehyung isn’t all that picky for a four year old, but he was addicted to coke and Yoongi can do nothing but blame himself for allowing the kid to get his hands on the addictive soft drink. In his defense, he didn’t think one sip could have such a dramatic effect, but boy was he wrong.

“Coke!” Taehyung shouts, finger pointing at the 2-liter bottles of black liquid with their signature red label, lined on the shelves. His eyes were opened wide and sparkling like he just saw his first love.

“Not today, Tae” Yoongi mutters, ignoring the boy’s disappointed pout and quickly pushing the shopping cart past the soda section and heading straight towards the breakfast cereals and oatmeal.

He’s trying to decide if cereal is healthy or not. He’s heard of most types being just pure sugar, but there has to be some vitamins hidden in there, right? It was convenient that’s for sure, and Yoongi was definitely a fan of anything that required minimal preparation from box to mouth. Especially in the mornings when he would feel most groggy and not have any motivation to even think about food.  

“Hi!” Yoongi hears Taehyung shout at someone walking down the isle, and at first he suspects it’s just some random person that caught his son’s attention, but as he tears his gaze away from the nutrition information printed on the cereal box, he sees someone who makes him do a double take.

The world was definitely fucking with him.

“Hey there little fella, so we meet again.” You smile at the little boy who shared his umbrella with you the other day, reaching over and patting his head as he sat in the shopping cart.

“I’m Y/N by the way, sorry I didn’t have the chance to introduce myself the other day.” You wait for the father of the little boy to look up at you.

“Min Yoongi” He responds, still avoiding eye contact.

“I see you’re taking good care of him” You hint at the box of cheerios that Yoongi was scrutinizing.

“I try” He exhales, throwing the box into the cart and preparing to walk off.

You trail after them, wanting to help out in some way because they had been so kind to you on that rainy day and the kid was the cutest little bun you had ever seen.

“Almond milk would be a good option to pair with that.” You suggest. “Calcium for strong bones.” Your voice is light and optimistic, a tone that Yoongi isn’t so happy to be met with because he’s used to being left alone and ignored.

“Are you some sort of expert?” Yoongi scoffs, mildly annoyed at the fact that you’re clearly not going away, but it’s not like he can just voice that directly.

“I’m not a certified nutritionist, but I know a few things.” You grin, flashing Yoongi a knowing look before taking them down each isle and explaining what foods are healthy as well as easy to prepare. “My sister has a son about the same age as yours, and I babysit for her the time.” You explain, trying to lighten the mood.

He’s more than reluctant at first, face remaining as stoic as ever, but Yoongi hates grocery shopping and he’s too tired to keep reading lists of nutrition information and trying to decipher the hoard of long words he doesn’t even know. So he looks at you momentarily before nodding and diverting his eyes, praying that this’ll be a one-time thing and that it ends as soon as he checks out of the store.

He didn’t welcome your friendly attitude towards him because he didn’t need another person in his life to smile at him like everything was ok, like there’s another chance for him to be happy again and have the courage to trust emotions he doesn’t think are real anymore. Not when you’re standing in front of him looking more breathtaking than anyone he’s seen in years, not when you give off such a soothing and caring aura that Yoongi wishes he hadn’t noticed, and certainly not when you remind him so much of the person he still loves no matter how hard he tries to forget.

It’s pathetic, but Yoongi wants to avoid complicated shit like the plague. He doesn’t need another love story that’ll ripe his heart into tiny pieces and leave him slowly bleeding out on an empty street. He doesn’t need light that makes him believe in lies that disguise themselves as promises, and he doesn’t want to open wounds that have not and will most certainly never heal, because he knows if history repeats itself, he won’t come out of it alive the second time.

“You need help with that?” You offer, gesturing to the arm full of plastic bags Yoongi was holding as the three of you walk out of the store.

“No” He says, detached and not even bothering to spare you a glance.

Yoongi feels Taehyung tug on his pant leg, and he knows exactly what the little boy wants.

“Daddy can’t carry you now, you have to walk like a big boy.”

Taehyung whimpers, a noise that makes the hair on Yoongi’s neck stand up because he knows what’s coming next. And Yoongi curses in his head because you were still walking next to them, which Yoongi is starting to question why you hadn’t left yet because he doesn’t want you to witness what his son’s about to do next.

Taehyung starts wailing, loudly. And it sounds so sad anyone who heard his cries would think his dog had just died or something because no four year old should be able to convey emotions so depressing with just ugly sobbing over something as trivial as having to walk when he wants to be carried, but Tae manages to excel in that area and Yoongi swears the kid could grow up to be an amazing actor-but that’s besides the point right now. The sound echoes throughout the neighborhood, ricocheting off the walls of the houses lining the streets, causing passerbys to cover their ears in annoyance and Yoongi’s face to flush hotly from the growing embarrassment.

“Tae” Yoongi scolds through gritted teeth, but his harsh attitude on makes the boy cry even more. Yoongi closes his eyes and curses again, but just as he was about to bend over and attempt to lift the boy up with seven shopping bags in hand, you’ve already beat him to the catch.

“Awww, don’t cry sweetie, I’ll carry you” You’ve already lifted the toddler up into your arms, wiping his tear stained cheeks with a handkerchief from your purse. “It’s tiring to walk isn’t it?” 

Taehyung nods and looks at you with puffy red eyes, but just as soon as you beam at him, his boxy smiles makes a return and it was as if he hadn’t just been bawling just a minute ago.

Yoongi sighs, making a mental note that he needs to stop spoiling Taehyung before the kid starts thinking he can always get his way.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” The question slips out of Yoongi’s mouth after another fifteen minutes of walking, but he regrets it immediately because the pregnant pause that follows starts to suffocate him and he doesn’t even have the guts to look at the flustered expression on your face.

“I-I, ummm”

Yoongi almost regrets calling you out the way he did. He wasn’t purposefully trying to make you feel uncomfortable, but his query was valid. Why were you following them home?

“I know this probably sounds crazy, but I live in the same apartment complex as you. I’ve seen the two of you around, but I-I guess I probably shouldn’t have assumed you knew me since I’ve never officially introduced myself before.”

Yoongi doesn’t know what to think. He’s now certain that the world was fucking with him because this is definitely fate throwing him some kind of curve ball that he can’t escape, or maybe it’s more like a boomerang that’s aimed towards his head.

He clears his throat. “Oh”

That’s all he says in response to your explanation. He doesn’t address the issue further, not when the rest of the walk remains shrouded in silence or when the tension between you and him is skyrocketing through the roof as Yoongi struggles with the door to the apartment complex and is unwilling to ask you to help him, only to grunt a muffled thanks when you rush to his aid with his son still in your arms, and not even when you put Taehyung back on the ground and wave good-bye to the toddler as you exit the elevator on the fifth floor.

 …

 Past

Chaewon informs Yoongi that she’s missed her period, and normally this wouldn’t alarm her if it weren’t for the added tenderness in her breasts and weird food cravings that she hasn’t experienced until recently or the fact that she and Yoongi had just made love for the first time right after the both of them successfully graduated from university. He had suggested using protection on that night, but Chaewon didn’t think anything unexpected would happen from one time.

Evidently, she was wrong.

“Yoongi, I’m pregnant.” Chaewon holds the pregnancy test up so Yoongi can examine the double lines that have appeared. There’s no joy in her face, no disappointment either, but rather a subtle hint of fear tainting her formerly cheerful eyes. 

They weren’t married, and they didn’t have stable jobs or their lives put together. In such a situation, who wouldn’t be terrified to see those two tiny markings on such a life-altering day? Chaewon is thinking about what she’s going to say to her parents, running through all the options they have when it comes to dealing with this, and praying that maybe the test was wrong and that she was only experiencing such symptoms because of stress or a hormonal imbalance not due to the zygote now latched on to her uterine wall.

“Chaewon…” Yoongi gasps, rushing over and embracing her as if he had just been gifted all the stars in the universe, embracing the feeling of excitement mixed with apprehension saturating his senses like it was the most beautiful moment in his life.

“What do we do?” She utters, so softly Yoongi has to lean down and caress her cheek, lifting her chin so he can gaze sincerely into her eyes with the utmost resolve.

“We’ll welcome our beautiful child into this world.”

 …

Present 

“Yoongi!”

Ok, so now Yoongi is convinced that you’re just a stalker. Like how? He had just walked out of the apartment to take a walk and clear his head after getting Taehyung to take a nap. And just as he was running through all of these album concepts in his head, you happened to spot him strolling along the sidewalk towards the park next to the apartment complex.

Yoongi’s ready to sigh wearily as he sees you walk up to him.

“I was just about to ask if you wanted to have Taehyung meet my sister’s son, Park Jimin. I’m going to babysitting him all next week and if you’re busy with work and stuff, you can drop him off at my apartment.” You smile, waiting for some kind of response from Yoongi. He was so hard to read you begin to wonder if he’s just like that because of his natural personality or if he really didn’t want to see you because there was no sign of elation or even pretend politeness on his face.  

“Sure.” Yoongi doesn’t think things through before answering, and he mentally scolds himself for not considering the aftermath of taking you up on your offer, because now he’s officially caught in a relationship more intimate that he promised he would ever allow himself to be with another person. Fuck.

But the thought of not having to rush out of the BigHit building and picking Taehyung up after daycare was just too tempting, and better yet, he didn’t even have to get up an hour early to drop Taehyung off at daycare because you literally lived two floors down, and Taehyung like you for reasons Yoongi is choosing to ignore at this point because that would just twist things up more than they already are.

“Great! I guess I’ll see you Monday then!” You chirp, waving and heading back to the apartment.

 …

 Taehyung and Jimin get along better than two peas in a pod. Any outsider would assume they had been friends for years or were brothers from another mother. They are in fact the exact same age, give or take a month or two, and they surprisingly shared more interests than Yoongi could’ve predicted.

“How was your day?” You ask as Yoongi enters your apartment to pick up his son.  

“Nothing too special.” Yoongi has a minor flashback of Jungkook stuffing a pair of chopsticks up his nose and trying to sing. It was not pretty, but it made him laugh, which is quite a difficult feat so he let it slide.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where do you work?”

“BigHit Entertainment.”

“Whoa, you produce music for Beyond the Scene?” Your eyes widen. “Their music is always topping the charts!”

“I just started, so no, none of my songs have been chart toppers quite yet.”

“But still, you have to be good if they hired you.”

“I guess” He shrugs. 

“I’m a huge fan of them.” You admit, face flushing a little. “I’ve been following them since debut.”

“They do have a lot of fans.” Yoongi comments. He looks around the room, rubbing his hands together and trying to figure out a way to thank you for taking care of Taehyung all day and leaving without it seeming like he was taking advantage of your services and didn’t give a fuck about camaraderie.

“So…uh-”

Yoongi isn’t allowed to finish his attempt at more small talk before Taehyung interrupts him. “Mommy, will Jimin come back tomorrow?” Taehyung’s little head momentarily turns away from the toys splayed out on the floor and looks at you and Yoongi sitting on the couch in the living room.

You’re surprised by the four year old’s choice of words because Taehying hadn’t called you by any name other than your own all day. You’re immediate reaction is of shock, but endearment soon replaces that initial astonishment as he beams at you like a blooming flower.

Yoongi grits his teeth, body stiffening at the sound of his son voicing those syllables to a woman that is not Kim Chaewon. He feels irritated, balling his hands into fists as he tries not to drown in this pool of opposing collisions that is making his head spin. She left. But she’s his real mom. She left. But I love her.  

“You’re disgusting” He spits out, getting up from the couch.

“W-what?” You utter, shaking your head and trying to digest the situation.

“I trusted you and you brainwashed him. I knew you were a monster.” Yoongi walks over in a fit of rage and grabs Taehyung’s arm forcefully, dragging the kid out of your apartment before you’re brain could even register what was going on.

Yoongi doesn’t think twice about clearing things up. There’s nothing to clear up, it was obvious you had eyes for Taehyung, and you were this creepy woman taking advantage of a little boy who’s mother you resembled so uncannily.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asks the moment Yoongi slams the door.

“Tae, that lady is not your mother.”

“I know,” He answers matter-of-factly. “But she’s nice and she takes care of me, and I really like her.” His bottom lip quivers as he looks at Yoongi with puppy-eyes, wondering why his father was so angry.

It’s not surprising that Taehyung doesn’t remember his real mother. Yoongi doesn't even know if the boy is even aware of what a mother is, what a mother should do, or even what a mother even represents because he’s never been brave enough to address the events that happened when his son was barely old enough to talk. He was convinced that it would go unnoticed; that Taehyung wouldn’t think his small family of two was strange or different from the societal norm. How fucking stupid for him to think that. Like the boy wouldn’t grow up to notice everyone else had two parents when he was only left with one, or he wouldn’t wonder why other children would call one of their parents “mommy” and the other one “daddy”. Or why Yoongi couldn’t look him in the eyes and tell him how he came into this world. 

He’s a fool to think everything would just magically go away, and he would never have to face his problems head on. 

…

 Past

“You supported my dreams back then! What? Have you changed your mind because I’m not as successful as you had hoped???” Yoongi accuses, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn’t wake up the baby sleeping in the next room. He was angry with himself more than anything, but Chaewon’s words had hit his most vulnerable spots for weeks now and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“That’s when I thought you were actually going to do something with your life!”

“I am” Yoongi cries, desperately trying to stop this from turning into another full blown argument.

But Chaewon’s harsh words don’t impede. “My parents kicked me out of the house, and now you can’t even keep a roof over my head! How do you expect me to live the rest of my life like this?!”

“Chaewon” Yoongi begs, gripping onto her arm as if she was his lifeline. “I’m trying, I really am… please…” Yoongi is about to get down on his knees because he can’t let her throw him away like a piece of trash. She was the only person he had, and the past few months have been hell with him being stuck in the longest artistic slump he’s ever hit and Chaewon attempting to get any part-time job she can while still taking care of the baby after her long shifts. Yoongi knows it’s all his fault, and he knows Kim Chaewon deserves a better life, and that he has no one to blame but himself for dragging the love of his life down into this misfortunate hellhole with him because he was selfish and didn’t want to let her go.

“I was an idiot to believe an loser like you.” 

And then she’s gone, leaving Yoongi in a place darker than hell.

 …

 Present

Yoongi doesn’t know why he’s standing outside your door, hesitating to knock and mulling over whether or not he should just run back to the elevator and pretend you never existed and hope that Taehyung forgets about you too, but his conscience is eating him alive, and his son obviously won’t let it go.

“Why can’t I go over to Y/N’s house?”

“Why can’t I play with Jimin anymore?”

“Why are you sad?”

It took him two days to weigh out his options, finally deciding that apologizing to you was easier than having to make up stupid answers for that endless string of questions that keep pouring out of Taehyung’s mouth like a faucet he can’t turn off and then constantly justifying them to not only the toddler but also to himself.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, pinches his nose bridge and lifts a finger to ring the doorbell.

“Y-Yoongi?”

“Y/N, uh, hi, ummm, so about those things I said the other day...” Yoongi takes another deep breath as you stare at him, waiting for him to finish. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

“It’s ok” You gently reply. “I’d react the same way if my kid did that.”

Yoongi finally has the guts to lift his eyes to trace over your calm features, and he feels like he’s foreign territory because for the first time he sees you for you and not someone else. “Do you mind if I come in?” What the hell was he saying? It’s like someone else was controlling his mouth.

“Of course.” You open the door wider, moving out of the way so the weary looking male can enter.

“She left us.” Yoongi says as you offer him a cup of freshly brewed tea. He doesn’t know why he’s being so open to you. He’s barely ever even been honest to himself, but he’s starting to convince himself that he’s willing to try sorting out a past he can’t hide from any longer because sooner or later, it’s bound to come back with a vengeance. “It was my fault for not providing her the life she deserved.”

“Min Taehyung’s mother?”

“Kim” Yoongi swallows. “Kim Taehyung.”

And maybe it’s also because you mysteriously make his exhausted heart feel like it had found light once again, beating with a kind of fervor that he was convinced had left forever.

“I can tell you loved her very much.” You whisper.

“With all my heart.”

“I’m sorry.” The words sound generic, and you honestly don’t know what else to say. You didn’t have all the details and you barely knew the man, but the shadow covering his eyes is something you desperately want to help him get rid of, and even if you can’t, you at least want to try.

 …

 When Yoongi’s first song for Beyond the Scene is finished and their album is finally released, BigHit decides to hold a showcase to promote their new concept, which also happens to be their transition into the next era.

“You got me tickets!?” You exclaim, eyes glittering at the yellow slip pinched between Yoongi’s fingers.

“You said you were a fan.” He shrugs.

You wrap your arms around him before your rational mind can weigh out the effects of such an action. You were clearly too excited to thank him in any other way, and you didn’t think he was the kind to oppose physical contact, that is, until you feel his body tense under your embrace. He doesn’t reciprocate the action and you suspect you’ve taken it too far too soon.

You slowly start unravel your arms. “S-sorry” But before you can take a step back; Yoongi grabs your arm and pulls you back into a tight hug.

“Why?” He smiles, patting you on the back and making you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He even starts inviting you over for dinner on nights he was motivated enough to cook a special meal for Taehyung, claiming to “not want to have to deal with too many leftovers”. But you kind of knew he purposefully prepared a meal for three, because he always made three of everything, no more, no less.

“So who’s your favorite member?” He asks, picking up a piece of beef and putting it into Taehyung’s steaming rice bowl.

“Of Beyond the Scene?” Hm...” You ponder over the difficult answer. “I know there are only four of them, but this is the hardest question I’ve ever been asked.”

Yoongi chuckles. “They're not even similar. Why is it so hard?”

“Well, they’re all super talented and good looking!” You defend. “And each of them adds something new to the table.”

“True” He nods. “But if you knew what they were really like…”

“I know they’re complete dorks.” You roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the million videos they’ve put up online of them doing nothing but messing around. Sometimes I question why they have so many fans.”

“It’s partially because of their music, and the fact that they’re so real.” You explain. “But back to your question, I think my bias has to be Hoseok. He’s literally a ball of sunshine. Or maybe Namjoon because he’s so smart.”

“Hoseok and Namjoon?” Yoongi cocks a brow. “I would’ve taken you to be more of a Seokjin fan.”

“Why’s that?” 

“His face is attractive?” Yoongi makes an I-don’t-know gesture.

You shake your head. “Who’s your favorite then?”

“Jungkook” Yoongi replies. “I didn’t like him at first, but I’ve grown used to his playful antics.”

“That youngest? You clearly have a soft spot for the young ones.” You laugh, peering over at Taehyung who had no idea what you guys were talking about.

 …

 On the day of the showcase, you’re more anxious than you’ve ever been. Out of all the years you been a fan, you never imagined you would one day come across the opportunity to see your favorite idols live. It was the most amazing feeling ever, and it was all thanks to Min Yoongi.

The songs they performed were amazing, and although it was different from their usual sound, you could somehow tell Yoongi was the mastermind behind all of the pieces. There was just something about the emotions conveyed by the beat and lyrics that spoke to you on a deeper level than any of their previous songs. Maybe it was because you had caught a glimpse of the man behind the music on a personal level beforehand or maybe he was just a skilled enough artist to create such beautiful tunes.

“Daddy, I need to pee” Taehyung whines as the third song ends and the members had stopped to introduce themselves one by one.

“Ok, we’ll find you a bathroom.” Yoongi responds. He turns to you. “I’ll be right back. 

You nod, eyes still fixed on the four idols on stage.

The quiet that hits Yoongi is a striking contrast to the raucous arena, as the large doors slam shut. He’s casually looking around to find a bathroom when his gaze lands on someone that makes his heart skip several beats. This can’t be real.

And Yoongi thinks it might be his imagination because there’s no way Kim Chaewon was standing ten feet in front of him just as he exits the auditorium with Taehyung following closely behind. His body freezes up, and his throat is constricting to the point where he can’t tell if he’s still breathing.

“Yoongi”

The voice is just as familiar as it sounded two years ago.

“Chaewon?”

“Congratulations on all of this” She gestures at the crowd of screaming fangirls and flashing stage lights across the heavy metal doors.  

“H-How did you…? W-Why…?” He can’t even form a coherent question because his brain had stopped functioning normally.

“I can recognize your music from anywhere.” She says, flashing Yoongi a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

Yoongi can feel Taehyung’s grip on the hem of his pant leg as he hides behind his father, looking at the women curiously. “I don’t doubt that, but…”

“Is that…?” She ignores his state of shock and bends over to wave at Taehyung. “Tae!” She beams.  

“H-Hi” The little boy responds shyly, clearly not recognizing the women the way she expected him to.

“He’s grown up so well” She sighs, straightening up once again. “If you’re not busy, would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me? So we can, I don’t know, chat?”

Yoongi hesitates. He wants to reject her offer because he knows you’re still waiting for him in the crowd, but he can’t get himself to say no, not when he clearly still has feelings for the woman who left him years ago and is now suddenly back within reach.

 …

 “She came back.” Yoongi says. “I’m sorry I left without telling you.”

“Oh, Chaewon, right?” You swallow, trying not to make things awkward between the two of you. “It’s totally fine. She must’ve been really happy to see you and Tae.”

Yoongi nods, eyes still trained at the ground. He was standing outside your doorway late at night, wanting to make sure you got home safely after he had left the showcase so unexpectedly.

“Hey, no hard feelings.” You console him, despite your own voice cracking ever so slightly. You had waited for him for hours after the showcase, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You didn’t wait for me for too long did you?”

4 hours.

“No, of course not.” You pretend to make it sound absurd, shaking your head and waving it off like it was no big deal. “I figured something must have come up.”

Yoongi nods.

“So umm, good-night?” You speak after a long drawn out silence.

“Yeah. Good-night.”

 …

 Yoongi can’t fall asleep that night, and it’s not because he’s thinking about Kim Chaewon coming back into his life and throwing him in complicated shit again, surprisingly, he’s more concerned about you and what you are to him, because he already knows what Chaewon is, more or less. But you on the other hand, you were still shrouded in a misty veil, one created by life’s endless intersections and obstacles. And the universe wasn’t going to give him a break anytime soon, but maybe that’s exactly what he needed to find the right path.

His thoughts flash back to what Chaewon had said to him at the coffee shop.

“We do stupid things when we’re young, but that doesn’t mean what we had wasn’t love.” 

Yoongi stares off into the distance, not knowing why her words were not affecting him the way he expected them to.

“Keyword, had”

“Yoongi, I made a mistake. I still have feelings for you, and I know you do too because otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.”

He nods slowly, absorbing the honeyed words that were seeping out of the woman’s mouth, and making him really consider the exact thing she was saying.

It was nothing short of the truth, he loved Kim Chaewon and undoubtedly still does. But he has always loved her because he thought she loved him for him, plain and unadorned, when in reality, she was always more in love with his music than anything. And don’t get him wrong, he knows that anyone who has the capacity to love and appreciate his music has to have that special connection with his innermost self, but that holds true for any fan and the musician they look up to. And it took the event of her coming back after he had finally found success to make him realize she was only a crossroad and not the moon itself. Because what happens when Yoongi stops composing one day, what will transpire when he’s too old to produce songs and create the art that she loved him for, will she leave again?

 Yoongi’s not about to find out.

 …

 You don’t see Yoongi for a couple of days, and you knew exactly why. It didn’t make you feel any better knowing the reason, but there was that annoying nagging feeling tugging at your heart that you’ve convinced yourself isn’t categorized as jealously, disappointment, or longing. Stop being absurd.

Yoongi is not yours, he never was and never will be. Was it really that hard to accept the fact that he couldn’t fall in love with you when he was still in love with another woman? Yes. No. Does it make it any more justifiable that he maybe would’ve given you a chance had that woman no returned? Yes. No.

“Wake up, Y/N.” You mutter to yourself as you take the elevator down to grab a package that had arrived.

“Looks like I beat you to the chase.” The familiar voice startles you, almost causing you to drop the house keys your were twirling in your fingers.

“Oh, Yoongi” You gasp, clutching your chest like he almost gave you a heart attack.

“I was just about to look for you.” He bites his lower lip, preparing to say something he’s been running through in his head for the past few days.

“Is something wrong?”

“Life is full of crossroads...” Yoongi swallows, wanting to make this whole speech poetic, but he’s too nervous to function for reasons he’s fully aware of but does not have control over. He hasn’t confessed to anyone in a long time, and even then, he’s only every done it once in his life, to that other woman he’s slowly started to place in another section of his heart to make room center stage for you. “Ah, fuck it.” He mutters. “I’ve made mistakes in the past because I used to be the kind of person to be consumed by people the same way I’m consumed by my passions. I tend to place people on the wrong pedestal, and I have a hard time letting go of first loves. But if you are willing, I want to try for us, because I think I’ve finally found the moon after passing many crossroads.”

There’s a long pause because your mind is blank and your heart is racing. You continue to stare at the man standing awkwardly in front of you, gripping onto the box that had just been delivered as if he was the mail carrier, and you don’t think anything can be more endearing than this.

“But umm, if you’re not down, it’s totally ok too. I know this is strange and sudden, and I’m totally just freaking you out right now because. Aw, fuck.” Yoongi’s eyes squeeze close and he tilts his head up. 

Scratch that. Said man all choked up as he’s trying to confess despite his debilitating nerves is something even more endearing.

“I’m totally down.” You respond, trying to hold in a laugh as you take the box away from him. “So I’m your moon? Is this going to be Beyond the Scene’s next album concept? Or did you just run out of real ideas.” You playfully nudge him in the arm.

Yoongi smiles, gummy and jubilant, and the universe shimmering within his eyes at that moment is, without a doubt, even more breathtaking than his music.

...

[sweet--sensation]

Tadhana (ft. hwang minhyun) part 2

Characters: hwang minhyun x oc Genre: vampire!au ; college!au ; angst?? lolidk warning: what is proof reading– also, cuss words. tnx

part 1 here “At the unexpected Meeting of worlds There are only a few that connect”

The confrontation with Minhyun didn’t end so well. The female  storming out of the house at 12mn right as Wontak had arrived, the other girl dropped off at her home already after getting her leg checked.

Frustration above other feelings had been what Jiwon felt as she walked down the hall of the condominuim, and the cold fall wind hitting her skin right away as she exits the building, wrapping her arms around herself and mentally cursing for forgetting to bring her bag after walking out.

He wouldn’t give her actual answers and kept repeating how she wouldn’t understand nor believe him and the fact that a voice that sounded exactly like the male’s kept whispering in her head. She couldn’t even remember what happened from 5:30 PM during the chase up until when she finally woke up. 

It couldn’t be possible to be just out of it for 5 hours right? Groaning, completely annoyed as she kicks the air she’d been walking on, contemplating whether to go back and get her bag or just leave it be. She had enough money for a bus ride home anyway but still, her phone and house keys were back there.

SIghing out loud as it suddenly crosses her mind that as much as her parents were used to her being late out for school, she would always inform them before hand and felt bad that they were probably worried sick right now.

As much as she hated the thought of seeing Minhyun or Wontak, family was more important than her anger. As Jiwon made up her mind to walk back, taking a turn, she almost lets out a scream as she felt her heart drop for a second.

“Jesus Christ Hwang Minhyun! How long have you been following me?!”

Taking a moment to catch her breath at the sudden appearance of the male, holding onto her chest as she calms the erratic beating of her heart. There stood the male, looking apologetic with her bag in one hand. She was sure that no one had been following her and the fact that if he indeed had been walking behind her, she would have heard and felt his presence but here he was, an arms length away with no warning whatsover.

“Uh.. well.. yeah. I’m.. sorry about that” Was all he could muster up. He looked kinda… cute being like this. As cold as he looked, he seemed incredibly awkward with other people. A little bit shy despite how he often carried himself back in the university. “I brought this for you, incase you needed it tomorrow” He quietly said as she takes the bag from the male, a tad bit harsher than intended but atleast it gave him a clue that she was still pissed off for her unanswered questions.

Rummaging for her phone right away, indeed, there had been a few missed calls from her worried parents. And as much as she hated lying to them, she didn’t know herself what had happened.

“Mom!” Her tone changing into a brighter one, completely ignoring the male’s presence as she paced forward and him quietly following along, listening to their conversation. “Uhm yeah, I’m really really sorry mom. I got so carried away with the article work that I didn’t notice the time. I’m really sorry. It was due in a few days and we had to finish it up since it still needed to be checked” She could only hope she sounded convincing enough for her mom.

Distress was written all over her face as her parents had been lightly scolding her over the phone in which she had taken in every word, she hated disappointing them.

The walk towards the bus stop had been awkward yet again, nothing but silence as the female had been too annoyed to want to talk to the male.

“I’m sorry” Minhyun quietly said as he kept the distance between them. He sounded truly apologetic and despite the anger bubbling in the pit of her stomach, Jiwon wasn’t rock hard but she kept her ground not wanting to make him think that everything was okay.

Keeping her arms around herself again, finally reaching the bus stop as Jiwon continued to refuse acknowledging his presence. Not until he started boarding the bus with her.

“The hell– What do you think you’re doing?” Almost lashing out but the words in a whisper like manner.

He looked liked a lost puppy more than anything and almost instantly had the female want to take back her words. He sounded so unsure as well. “I.. uhm.. taking you home?”

As much as she wanted to just push him out of the bus, it would be a bother and she wasn’t that rude. Atleast he had the decency to sit behind her rather than beside her.

The ride was still as quiet as earlier. Part of Jiwon wishing he could have just stayed behind, perhaps even, being together like this. It felt as if he brought chaos in her peaceful life. Unlike others, Jiwon never wished for her life to be a little more “exciting”, the excitement she wanted could be filled in once she started working as a professional journalist and not something like this.

“I’m really really really sorry, why won’t you talk to me. I want to tell you everything but I really can’t”

damn, there goes that voice again. Removing her earphones, super juinior’s mamacita playing from the buds. “Did you say something?” Jiwon snapped, looking back at Minhyun, who shook his head vigorously. All she did had squint her eyes at him and look back upfront.

 Pressing her lips together starting to get annoyed thinking she’d been hearing Minhyun’s voice in her head due to wanting to get answers that bad, that it seemed like her brain had been making it all up.

Everything was still silent… and awkward and uncomfortable as Mihyun continued to walk behind the female never uttering another word and Jiwon slowly starting to think she may possibly be obsessing over needing answers that his voice still continued to resound in her head. Hearing words that seemed to be things he wanted to say… or atleast, she thought would be the things he should say.

“You should go home now” Jiwon had stated as they reached the front gate of her home.

Minhyun still as awkward, a huge difference from the supposed ice cold prince like vibe he gave off in the university. A small chuckle over the thought almost highschool-ish. He wasn’t what people expected of him. Perhaps that had been the reason why they never really expanded their small circle.

“Alright. I.. uhm.. Good night?” Sounding more like a question rather than a statement, Jiwon let out a soft smile which Minhyun did not fail to notice, making his own lips tug up.

He looked… So inhuman, too beautiful specially like this standing in the dark, dim lights. Like how he looked from earlier but seeing him closer like this had Jiwon hitching her breath. Specially now that he was smiling.

No other words as Jiwon went inside, the male waiting until he was sure enough that she was settled.

It was just that, for Jiwon, she had half hoped that everything was more like a dream and that tomorrow things would go back to normal and boy was she wrong.

Their supposed impenetrable circle had a new member. Just like everyone else, he was beautiful. Infact, too beautiful to be human too. Did they ahd some sort of qualifications? It seemed like he had enrolled late for the start of the second term.

The article for the school paper barely finished, Jiwon calling up her hoobae to meet up and re-group for ideas. Minhyun barely sparing her a glance, making things from yesterday feel like it was a fleeting dream.

“Your leg… Wontak…” Those words were the only thing she had managed to say as she saw the two sitting down on the chair opposite of hers, Wontak assisting Gayoung’s every move. It was sickeningly sweet but Jiwon enjoyed watching the both of them. Half hearted happiness as she continued to keep the soft smile at how attentive the male had been. Despite how cold Wontak had always been acting around Jiwon, he seemed to have softened up a bit towards the way he talked to her.

The cafeteria suddenly growing quiet, the two females from the table immersed with their conversation once they finally had an article to write about. Something that had to do with students involvement over current events and so. Suddenly feeling as if all eyes had been on them, Jiwon looked around only to be met yet again with the familiar pair of dark brown orbs.

“So you’re Shin Jiwon” a deep rapsy voice startling her from behind, taking the empty space beside her as she freezes up. Head craning to the side, met with Hyunbin’s intense gaze and smirking face. Nayoung and Chaewon had made their way as well towards the table but with seemingly disapproving looks on both their faces. Jiwon and Gayoung politely giving a bow towards their editor-in-chief.

“you’re bothering them Hyunbin” another voice spoke, turning to look at the other male who had his hands in his jeans pocket.

Hyunbin frowned over Minho’s statement but before Hyunbin could say anything, he had left without sparing another glance at the group. It was completely uncomfortable to be stared at by most people inside the cafeteria and even more uncomfortable to be around their group.

“You look terrified” Hyunbin continued to point out with a small smirk that annoyed Jiwon. “What’s there to be afraid of?” His voice teasing, as if there was so much more to the words he’d been saying.

“Hyunbin that’s enough. We have to help Yongbin settle down” it was Chaeyeon’s voice this time, she seemed somehow mad at the tall male’s actions. His cockiness was definitely on Jiwon’s list of things she hated. The cafeteria had started to gain back the chattering a moment ago, although there had still been a few stares here and there from the other students. It wasn’t normal. They never make way or bother with others unless it was by their clique and the addition of a new ‘member’ plus what happened today would surely make a small buzz around the campus

it had been almost two years since they last had an addition to their group. Jiwon watched as they left after Nayoung had muttered an apology and a goodbye, Chaeyeon basically dragging Hyunbin off and looking quite pissed at that.And for a moment, despite the small ‘choas’, Jiwon found herself thinking why Minhyun wasn’t there when his group had approached them. Shaking her head to break off her thoughts, she suddenly sees an arm extending to her side and a can of cold coffee now on her table with a small note stuck to it

looking up, it was Minhyun who offered a completely awkward smile along with an awkward stance, she still found it funny how contradicting his image and personality was. “Yeah…. I’m uh…. I’m gonna go” and before she could mutter a thanks, the male had already dashed away in embarrassment but Jiwon couldn’t tell. There was no tint of color upon his cheeks. The pair had left her for their classes a few minutes ago, leaving her in the still flooded university cafeteria.

she had left the coffee to finish her work, taking another thirty minutes and man sometimes it was annoying getting long breaks inbetween classes but sometimes they were helpful. Only being able to remember about the can of coffee when she was shoving her things back in her bag, curiously reaching for it, turning to read the note. A small smile spread across her lips as she places the drink inside her bag as well, sticking the little post it in her notebook as she left for class.

“I’m really sorry for what happened yesterday :c”

ah ha h a ha ha. idk again man. idk.

okay sorry that was short, its hard to update on mobile ugh. But Daniel and Woojin scneraio coming up hopefully this weekend. When I get wifi. Sobs.

- admin e

[staytheb]

Closer

Pairing: MX’s Hyunwoo x OC [Chaewon] || MX’s Hyungwon x OC [Siyeon] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 2,470 Summary: Siyeon and Chaewon have plans to go to a friend’s engagement party. Siyeon find out that Chaewon had invited two plus ones on the day of the event.

Warning: none

oh hello! back with another story, but not of NCT, dunno when that’ll be added lol, anyways this one was part of a series, but i just took one of it’s chapter and revised it as a oneshot and changed some things around. i’m happy with this and hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as i’ve revised it lol but yeah, i think there will be a part two i just don’t know when it’ll be up. other than that happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Ugh, I hate dressing up." Siyeon muttered to herself as she spritz a bit of perfume all over herself before exiting her room.

Her sister, Chaewon, was already dressed and waiting in the living room. Chaewon gave her sister a once over with an impressed look.

"I'm surprised you had that in your closet."

"I know. I bought it a while back, but never actually used it."

Siyeon tentatively touched the dress she wore.

"Does it look okay?"

"Twirl around." Chaewon ordered while twirling her index finger to indicate her sister to do the same.

Siyeon rolled her eyes, but nevertheless twirled. Chaewon nodded in approval.

"Not bad. Yonghee's gonna be so surprised."

"I know, but compare to you I won't stand out too much."

Chaewon also spun around with her dress twirling around her.

"Not too much for the future bride. It's still her moment."

"True."

Siyeon then sighed.

"I dunno if I'm gonna last in these heels."

"Wear flats." Chaewon suggested.

"None match this dress."

"Sucks to be you."

"Jerk."

"Anyways," Chaewon checked herself out once again the living room's wall mirror, "I thought Yonghee wasn't going to have an engagement party though?"

"She didn't." Siyeon answered also doing the same thing as Chaewon. "Yongin's parents insisted and so we're going as Yonghee's family since you know her whole family history and such."

"Yeah, but I'm surprised it's not a traditional style though."

"I think they're doing the westernized version to keep it simple while they'll do the whole traditional one for real later on."

"I would, too. I'm just happy to know that life is blessing her."

"Me, too. Anyways, let me change out of the heels first."

It actually took a while as Siyeon contemplated whether to changed out of her heels or not and ended up going in the heels much to Chaewon's annoyance.

"Let's go." Chaewon urged.

"Okay, okay."

Siyeon had opened the main door and immediately closed after seeing their significant others on the other side.

"This can't be real." She muttered to herself as Chaewon's brows furrowed.

"What can't be real?"

Siyeon turned to face her sister.

"Um, Hyunwoo and Hyungwon are here."

Serena cast her sister a confused look.

"And I don't know why."

"Just open the door, Yeon." Chaewon ordered with a firm tone despite her facial expression seeming like she did know why they were there.

"I understand that your boyfriend stopped by, but not sure why Hyungwon would come over."

"Hyungwon is your boyfriend, too."

"It's complicated, Won. There's no real label to our relationship."

"I know."

Chaewon cast her sister a smirk as Siyeon shot her a pointed look.

"You told them, didn't you?"

"Maybe?" Chaewon answered nonchalantly.

"Why?"

Siyeon whined as Chaewon rolled her eyes.

"Just open the door or we're gonna be late and that's a bad impression for Yonghee's sake."

Siyeon groaned a bit childishly, but reluctantly opened the door with a feign smile.

"Hi."

Siyeon actually took in account of their attire and knew that Chaewon had definitely told them about Yonghee's engagement party.

"Hi, babe!' Chaewon greeted Hyunwoo happily.

"Wonnie, you look beautiful."

Hyunwoo complimented his girlfriend as the pair leaned towards one another to share a kiss before hooking arms and walking out first towards the elevator leaving the other pair behind.

"This brat." Siyeon muttered as she closed the door.

Hyungwon's small cough got her attention.

"Yes?"

Siyeon looked at Hyungwon.

"The color compliments you." Hyungwon complimented as Siyeon suddenly turned shy.

"Uh, thank you. You're pretty dashing yourself."

"I know."

Siyeon rolled her eyes in good-nature.

"Anyways," Hyungwon trailed off as he pointed at his cheek expectantly while giving her a teasing look.

Siyeon eyed him before swiftly planting a small peck and rushing off to catch up with the others. Hyungwon chuckled, but nevertheless followed after and caught up to Siyeon with his hand easily slipping into hers.

"Wow, you look so beautiful in your engagement dress, Yonghee." Chaewon complimented her friend as she hugged her.

The trio were finally able to talk just the three of them once things settled down after all the whole announcements and both sides meeting one another.

"Yeah. I believe this is the most girliest I've ever seen you dressed up so far, Yonghee." Siyeon cooed with happiness as she hugged her friend as well. "And that you're really getting married."

Yonghee laughed as she hugged her friends.

"Thanks and I know right. But look at you, Siyeon. You're just as girly as me."

Siyeon scoffed.

"You're just lucky that it's a special occasion."

"Thank you so much, but I still feel like it's still all a dream to be honest."

"Well, it's a dream come true and we're all happy for you." Chaewon stated with a smile.

"Yeah, just wish my side were just as supportive as you two."

Yonghee slightly frowned, but Siyeon disagreed.

"Hey, Yongin's parents love you and they'll also be your family, too. Your own happiness matters before others."

"True. Anyways," Yonghee slyly cast Siyeon a look, "I heard you're getting hitched next, yeah?"

"What? Not even. Who told you that?"

Siyeon shot her sister a disbelief look before returning her attention onto her friend.

"Chaewon's the one that's gonna get married before me."

"True, I do want to get married, but it'll happen if it happens."

Chaewon shrugged nonchalantly as Yonghee chuckled.

"I mean, Hyunwoo seems like a dependable guy and the two of you seem quite serious."

"Yeah, well, we've only been dating for two years."

"But known one another for at least six years though." Siyeon interjected.

"Yeah, but you and Hyungwon are the same, just there's no label." Chaewon countered with a smirk.

"I agree." Yonghee laughed. "I mean, I know you, Siyeon, and you can't say that he doesn't matter to you."

"Whatever."

Chaewon and Yonghee laughed just as Hyunwoo came by.

"Hello, ladies." He greeted the trio while placing an arm around Chaewon's waist.

"Hello." Yonghee greeted the male.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Chaewon and I have plans we need to get going."

"Ah, right. I forgot." Chaewon said as she remembered. "Sorry."

"It's all good, Chaewon. Thank you for coming. To you as well, Hyunwoo."

"Thank you, Yonghee, and congratulations once again."

Yonghee and Siyeon watched as the pair walked off. Yonghee then nudged Siyeon playfully.

"Where's your lovely date?"

"I have no idea."

When Hyunwoo appeared, Sieun expected Hyungwon to follow after, but didn't and looked around to search for him although he wasn't in sight.

"I'm sure he'll stop by soon. I noticed you were looking for him."

Yonghee chuckled as Siyeon denied that she was looking for him.

"I wasn't. I was just stretching my neck."

"Right."

Now it was Yongin who stopped by and greeted the two.

"Hello, ladies."

"Hello, Yongin." Siyeon greeted back.

"My parents would like Yonghee to meet some other relatives and so I have to interrupt your get-together."

"I didn't realize your side had so many." Yonghee joked as Yongin chuckled.

"Neither did I."

"It's all good. Have fun you two."

Yonghee made a face yet an evident smile graced it as they bid one another goodbyes. Siyeon watched their figures in admiration of how much they truly loved and cared for one another.

"A lovely pair, aren't they?"

A male suddenly spoke next to her and she turned to see who it was, but didn't recognize the guy.

"Um, yes, they are." She replied out of politeness. "Do you know Yongin or Yonghee?"

"Yongin."

He smiled at Siyeon, but the smile didn't quite match his eyes.

"And how about you?"

"Both, but I've known Yonghee longer."

"I see."

He sheepishly laughed as he shot her a sheepish look.

"Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kim Sungjoo."

He offered his hand for Siyeon to shake to which she did out of polite mannerism.

"Lee Siyeon."

After she introduced herself did she quickly pulled her hand from out of his grip when he unexpectedly kissed the top part of her hand while trying not to make a face at the action he just did.

"My apologies. A gentleman's habit."

Sungjoo smiled apologetically, but Siyeon just faked smile not believing him.

"Ah, I see."

Siyeon tried to refrain from wiping the back of her hand against her dress.

"So, Siyeon, are you here alone?"

He continued conversing with her like they were now familiar with one another.

"I have my car on hand if you wanna ditched this place."

"No thanks."

She shook her head with mild disgust.

"Aww, don't be like that. I know this great restaurant in Gangnam and I'm sure you'll lo-"

"I'm pretty sure she said 'no thanks'." Hyungwon interrupted Sungjoo in a firm tone as he stood beside Siyeon.

He placed a comforting hand at the small of her back.

"And she's with me, Sungjoo."

"Ah, Hyungwon. Hello."

Sungjoo greeted him with a mocking-like tone with a click of his tongue.

"You're not with Heeyoon?"

"No. I'm happily with Siyeon now."

Siyeon stayed silent not wanting to intervene nor caring how the two knew one another, but was grateful for Hyungwon's arrival. Although her heart did slightly flutter upon hearing the last part.

"That's too bad. I thought the two you would continued with your on and off relationship."

Sungjoo cast Siyeon a look.

"But Siyeon is a great catch."

He was about to skim his fingers against Siyeon's arm, but she instantly moved her arm from out of his reach.

"Yeah, no. I don't think so."

Sungjoo's jaws tightened upon the rejection, but remained cool.

"I'm sure I can change your mind, Siyeon. If you give me the chance."

Hyungwon was about to tell Sungjoo to back off, but Siyeon beat him to it.

"Like I said before, no thanks. Now if you'll excuse us, my boyfriend and I have somewhere else to be."

Siyeon put emphasis on the boyfriend part as she locked arms with Hyungwon and maneuvered themselves in the opposite direction leaving the other male to glare after them before storming off in another direction. Siyeon glanced back, saw that Sungjoo was no where in sight, and let out a relieved breath. She also let go of Hyungwon's arm, but Hyungwon lacked their fingers instead this time around.

"What are you doing?" She asked while giving him a look.

"Holding my girlfriend's hand because she let go of my arm."

He grinned while speaking in an obvious tone.

"Since when was I your girlfriend?"

"Since you called me your boyfriend a moment ago."

"There's no label, remember?"

"I don't recall."

Siyeon grew a bit flustered, but tried to remain cool.

"Well, anyways, you heard wrong."

Siyeon tried to free her hand, but Hyungwon firmly held on.

"No, I heard it right and I actually have a place in mind that we can go to."

"Why?"

"Because you're the one that said that we had somewhere else to be."

Siyeon scoffed.

"I only said that to get that idiot to back off."

"Either way, we're still going."

Hyungwon cast her a grin before leading them out of the venue.

Hyunwoo and Chaewon were at the N Seoul Tower at the Locks of Love while deciding what to write on their padded locks.

"Hey, what if we break up after all?" Chaewon mused as Hyunwoo glared at her.

"Don't say that."

"I mean, we can still be friends afterwards."

"Then did that mean you never really loved me?"

"Um, do you wanna find out?"

Hyunwoo grumbled as Chaewon laughed softly while playfully shoulder bumping him.

"Why are you so adorable?"

"And why do you like being a tease?"

Chaewon chuckled softly before placing a kiss on her boyfriend's cheek.

"Because you're cute."

Hyunwoo rolled his eyes, but nevertheless he felt giddy about the whole exchange as she scribbled a message onto his lock with Chaewon doing the same. Soon they interlocked their locks with the others and admired the sight with their own hands interlocked.

"So, a year from now we'll come back to read them?" Hyunwoo asked a moment later.

"No."

Hyunwoo eyed his girlfriend as Chaewon chuckled before answering.

"They'll probably be more covering them by then is what I was getting at."

"Oh."

Chaewon cast a smile at her boyfriend.

"But I'm sure we'll still be together even if we don't see our locks by then."

Hyunwoo smiled and nodded in agreement.

"By the way," Hyunwoo spoke as the pair left the area, "Were you able to take the seventeenth through the twenty-first off?"

"Oh, for your birthday weekend?"

Hyunwoo nodded a bit sheepishly.

"I already did, but just have to add in the extra two days."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The couple shared a kiss.

"Now, it's just a manner of how to explain to Siyeon that it's not technically a girls' trip that weekend anymore and for her to add the extra days."

Hyunwoo chuckled with a shake of his head.

"You really loving messing with her, don't you?"

"Mmhmm."

They shared another kiss as they later explored the rest of N Seoul Tower for the remainder of their date.

"The mosabuka for the gentleman."

The cafe owner of Cafe Saru placed the drink in front of Hyungwon before setting Siyeon's items before her.

"And the lady a scarlet and a milk tea."

"Thank you!" Siyeon thanked the barista.

"Oh, and one more thing."

Siyeon was confused until she saw the male hand her a canola flower.

"Thanks for stopping by Cafe Saru."

"Ah, you're welcome, and thank you."

Siyeon took the offered yellow flower as the owner smiled before walking back to attend to the other customers. Siyeon admired the flower as Hyungwon admire the woman before him while sipping his mosabuka.

"So," Hyungwon began.

"Hmm?"

Siyeon hummed as she placed the canola flower aside and took a sip of her milk tea.

"Are you free next month between the seventeenth to the twenty-first?"

"Um, no. Chaewon and I have plans to go to Jeju that weekend with our other two friends. Why?"

"No reason really. Thought we could go on a trip together and get a little closer and work on our label better."

Siyeon eyed him as a playful expression graced his face.

"Why the sudden interest?"

Hyungwon rolled his eyes, but remained calm as a ghost of a smile lingered upon his lips.

"No reason really."

Siyeon scoffed.

"Yeah, right, but anyways, like I said I already have something planned those days."

There was a brief moment of silence before Siyeon suggested something else.

"Um, maybe we can try another time when I have more free time."

"Sounds good."

Siyeon missed the ways Hyungwon's lips quirked up as he drank his mosabuka while her focus went onto the drinks and flower before her.

[staytheb]

Hide ‘n Seek

Pairing: SKZ’s Chan x OC [Sieun] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 3,412 Summary: Sieun thought she wasn’t playing hide and seek, but finds out later that Chan found her.

Warning: curse words. semi-proofread, not my best work tbh

oh, look another SKZ story with Bang Chan... lol oh well. anyways, this was inspired by Jerrilyn’s Hide ‘n Seek, but then it came out differently than i had wanted and i just wrote on thinking i could bring it back to how i may have wanted it, but nope. so this is the product of it and it’s there. lol so it’s whatever as i did have fun, but it isn’t what i really wanted for it. but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Quick, hide me!"

Sieun heard a male voice announced in a panicked-like tone before looking up with a questioning expression. She spotted a familiar face and her lips quirked upwards as she wondered what her friend did this time around.

"What did you do, Jisung?"

"Nothing." Jisung answered as he tried to hide within Sieun's belongings.

"You have to have done something because you hardly hang out in the library and people rarely come to this side of it."

"Which is exactly a great hiding spot for me right now."

He grinned at her while shuffling around her things as he pushed her out from her desk and settled himself underneath it while bringing her back to cover him. Sieun had her own private-like table at a secluded area within the library. After hanging out here since her freshman year and doing a work study, she had gotten along super well with the librarians that they made this her spot. Of course, it wouldn't be when she graduated this year, but for the time being this area was hers and hers alone. It was a perfect place whenever she had to study or needed a sanctuary from everything else.

"Stay like this and act like I'm not here." Jisung instructed her. "And if someone asks for me, act like you don't know me."

Sieun didn't respond and continued her studying before she was interrupted. Jisung frowned believing that his friend didn't hear him and patted her thigh impatiently as he repeated what he had said before. Still, Sieun didn't react and Jisung pushed her out to pop out his head to glare at her.

"Did you not hear me?"

Sieun paused and looked down at him.

"You told me to act like you're not here and that I don't know you."

"Oh, at least acknowledged that fact so I would know that I'm not talking to air."

"Do you wanna get caught for whatever you did or do you want me to help you?"

"Alright, alright."

Jisung backed off as he returned back to his position while pulling Sieun's chair back into its place again. She smirked as she went back to her books before hearing another voice loudly muttering stuff. Jisung started to slightly freak upon hearing a familiar voice as he began tapping at Sieun's legs. She slightly kicked him to calm down and he stopped while letting out a quiet ow. Sieun didn't have time to laugh at her friend's misery as the other male's voice got louder. She frowned while trying to make out who was making their way back to her secret spot through the limited open spaces of the book shelves.

Sieun's eyes followed the stranger to be alert of his presence for when he rounded the last shelf and came to full view of her sight. Her whole demeanor became super confused when she spotted Sigma Kappa Zeta's Chan standing before her. Although she was a part of a sorority, but she was more low-key about her appearance and got all of her updates from her friends who were all from different houses if not her own. Sieun just didn't understand why someone like Chan was here and looking for her friend. Then it finally clicked a moment later. Jisung had joined Sigma Kappa Zeta just last year when her friend raved on and on about it after being accepted. Sieun had totally forgotten that fact.

"Oh, hi." Chan greeted her with an awkward smile. "Thought I would find someone else back here."

"Hi." Sieun greeted back out of politeness. "What kind of person were you thinking of finding?"

"Uh, a male that's part of Sigma Kappa Zeta."

"Sorry, just me a female who's not part of any sororities." She lied about being a part of a sorority.

"Wait. Aren't you a part of Nu Chi Zeta?"

"No. That's my friend."

"Chi Rho Theta?"

"No. That's another friend."

"Mu Beta Beta?"

"Nope. Another friend."

"Alpha Gamma Sigma?"

"Once again, no. That's my other friend."

"I feel like I've seen you before." Chan stated with a pensive look as Sieun shrugged like she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Yeah, I dunno."

Sieun knew. She had classes with him over the years, but didn't want to state that.

"How many friends do you have in a sorority that you're not in any of the ones that I've mentioned and which one are you a part of?" Chan asked with a puzzled look.

Sieun cast the male a similar look before responding not really telling him the whole truth again.

"Just those four, but why are you asking me about that? Aren't you looking for someone right now?"

"Oh, right. I am."

Chan let out a cough as he sheepishly looked off to the side of him before casting his eyes onto Sieun again who went back to her materials.

"Say," He began, "You wouldn't happen to know someone name Jisung, right?"

"Define which Jisung." Sieun remarked with her focus still on her things. "There's quite a few of them on campus."

"Oh, right. Um, his name is Han Jisung. He's a second year and he's a part of Sigma Kappa Zeta."

"Nope, never heard him. Sorry."

She cast Chan a wide smile in hopes that he would soon go away so that she could get rid of Jisung and return back to her own thing.

"Oh, okay. Well, if you happen to chance upon him in some way, tell him that Chan is looking for him."

"Which Chan? There's quite a few with that name, too."

"Bang Chan."

"Okay. Got it."

Sieun flashed him another smile as Chan partially got the hint.

"Okay, thank you."

Chan backed up, turned around, and was about to round the corner when he did a one-eighty and came back to face her.

"Why do you have your own desk at the back of the library?"

Sieun tried to not make a face at Chan's continuous questions of making conversations with her.

"Um, is that really important right now? I thought you needed to find someone?"

"He can wait. He actually has until the end of tonight before the game's over."

"What game?"

"Hide 'n Seek."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. The fra-"

"Wait," Sieun held up a hand for Chan to stop talking, "Houses are not supposed to reveal their secrets unless the person is a part of it."

Chan shut up immediately with widened eyes. He then pointed behind him.

"I'm just gonna go."

Sieun nodded in agreement not wanting to say anything. Chan cast her one last smile before turning around and finally leaving. Sieun was about to go back to her studies when she was sudden pushed backwards having forgotten about Jisung's hiding underneath her desk.

"Were you hitting on one of my frat bros?" Jisung questioned her while sitting on his knees now as he blocked her from resuming her studying.

"I wasn't hitting on anyone and your friend was talking to me. Not me to him." Sieun clarified.

"So why did you lie that you weren't a part of sorority?"

"Was there a need for him to know that I was a part of one? I'm graduating this year and won't see him or you ever again."

She chuckled after saying that causing the male to pout.

"Hey, that's not nice. I thought we were friends."

"We were never friends."

Jisung gasped before a playful look cross his face that Sieun caught. She spoke before he could act upon it.

"Mess with me and I'll make sure to tell Chan where you're hiding."

Jisung stopped and groaned.

"Ah, always ruining my fun."

"Right. You're the one that came to bother me."

"Oh, I did, didn't I?"

Sieun narrowed her eyes at her friend.

"Why did you come all the way here when there were other places to hiding places?"

"Because you're here."

Jisung immediately shut up, but Sieun didn't probed further on that topic not wanting to involved with it.

"Whatever. Why don't you just run along and leave me alone?"

"I can't. I have to hide out until midnight tonight."

"Why?"

"Because it's part of the game. And the game states that I-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Sieun interrupted him by placing a hand over his mouth, "You can't reveal your house's secrets."

Jisung removed her hand from his mouth as a mischievous smile graced his face.

"I don't like your face." Sieun said with an unsure expression and shied away from Jisung.

The male frowned before brushing off his friend's words.

"Anyways, are you busy tonight?"

Sieun met up with her four friends, Sumin, Seorin, Chaewon, and Nayoung at CLOVER for dinner. While eating and talking about what they were gonna do tonight, Sieun found out that they were also given a small-like white placard like hers from members of Sigma Kappa Zeta.

"Wait, you guys have one, too?" Sieun asked in disbelief while bringing hers out. "Mine's from Jisung."

"Mine's from Seungmin." Nayoung stated as she brought out hers. "He gave it to me like last week."

"Oh, I got one last week, too." Seorin said as she showed hers. "It's from a kid I tutor named Jeongin."

"Hyunjin." Chaewon inputted while placing hers on the table. "He gave it to be like weeks ago in case he forgot."

"Oh, then that leaves me." Sumin piped up with a laugh as she flashed hers. "Felix gave it to be this morning."

"Did they say what it was for though?" Sieun questioned them with a frown. "I don't want to be associated with any of this."

"Sieun, you're a part of the Greek Life, you're always gonna be associated with it." Chaewon remarked with a laugh.

"I only joined because you guys did and didn't think y'all were gonna join different ones then I pledged to."

"That's just how things work." Nayoung deadpanned before casting them all a look. "This thing starts at ten. Are we all going?"

"Of course." Sumin answered. "Felix said that if I don't show up with this thing, then he doesn't get any points or whatever it is."

"He told you everything?" Seorin asked Sumin.

"No. He almost did, but I stopped him before he let out his fraternity's secret."

"So, you're saying if we don't show up, then the boys' won't get their points or something like that?" Nayoung inquired as Sumin nodded. "Yeah, something like that."

"Hmm, then Jisung's gonna get jacked shit. Serves that kid right when he almost got caught this afternoon when I was in the library." Sieun replied with a smirked.

"Why? What happened?" Seorin asked interested. "Is this that kid that bothers you all the time?"

"Yes, but his member, Chan, came looking for him and he confused me with all of y'all."

Sieun scoffed as she looked at all of her friends.

"Do I even resemble any of you?"

The other four looked at one another with a knowing look before all staring at Sieun.

"What?" She asked cautiously. "I don't like how y'all's faces look."

Sieun found herself outside of Sigma Kappa Zeta along with her friends. She didn't want to show up, but they dragged her over. Her friends still didn't respond to her questions and told her that she'll find out on her own if she came to the event at Sigma Kappa Zeta. She disliked all of this a lot, but she knew that somewhere down within her that she liked it even just a little. She won't admit it to them openly of course.

"C'mon, let's get inside."

Seorin hooked her arms with Sieun and began pulling her towards the house.

"Ohh, yeah, let's!"

Sumin joined in and hooked arms with Sieun's other side. Sieun groaned as she try to move backwards, but Chaewon came from behind her and pushed her forward. Sieun sighed knowing that she wasn't going to be able to escape any time soon. The quintet walked up to the door with Nayoung knocking on the door. Soon enough the door opened revealing another member, Minho, on the other side.

"Hel-Nayoung?"

His brows furrowed upon seeing Nayoung standing there.

"What are you doing here?"

"This." Nayoung answered as she held out the placard.

Minho took the card and frowned after reading it.

"How do you know Seungmin?"

"That doesn't matter. The others have one, too."

Nayoung ignored the male's question and instead motioned for the other four to present their cards. Minho reluctantly took them while seeming impressed by them. He glanced at all five of them with a charming smile.

"Ladies," He motioned for them to enter the house, "Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta."

"I thought you weren't part of a sorority."

Sieun heard from behind her as she looked over to see who it was and realized it was Chan. She was on Sigma Kappa Zeta's rooftop having chosen this spot away from her friends and not wanting to be surrounded by other people. She hated crowds and being stuck at someone else's place that she wasn't comfortable with. Also she thought that no one would want to come outside due to the cold weather. After entering the frat house, Minho informed them that they were allowed to roam the area, but cannot leave the premises until the event was over at midnight.

"I'm not." Sieun lied wondering what made him still think she was.

"Well, the only way you're here tonight is that one of the members had to have given you a placard, right?"

Chan walked closer to her, but kept his distance.

"Yes." Sieun confirmed. "What of it?"

"The condition of the invitation was that it was to be given to a sorority member."

"Aren't you exposing your house's secrets though?"

Chan ignored her statement and continued speaking.

"You're part of Sigma Theta Iota."

Sieun continued to stay silent.

"You're Park Sieun."

Sieun laughed it off not sure where he was getting at.

"Okay, and? What are you trying to get at?"

"Han Jisung invited you."

"Okay, and?" Sieun repeated not really getting it.

Sieun glanced up at Chan still staying put while Chan came over and squatted beside her. Sieun shied away not sure why he was so close.

"Is there something you want from me?"

Chan cast her a charming smile.

"I found you."

"Excuse me?"

Sieun seemed composed on the outside, but she was totally freaking out on the inside. She really hoped that whatever Chan was gonna say next wasn't what she was thinking it to be. No one knew. Not even her friends. Not even Jisung.

"Where. After. Love. Now."

Or so she thought.

"How the fuck do you know that?"

She wanted her tone to be more firm and fierce, but it came out more like a harsh unbelievable whisper. She couldn't believe that Chan had somehow found out about her hashtag project on Instagram inspired by a Thai music video. Let's just say that the project was related to Chan in a way without his absolute knowledge.

"I happened to noticed it during the class we shared a few months back when I saw it when I sat behind you."

"You were spying over my shoulder?"

"What? No. I more or less just saw you scrolling the hashtag and images and got curious."

Sieun turned away from Chan freaking out silently at the prospect that Chan now discovered the images she took of him and the overall set up for it. She could not believe he of all people found out. Then her mind went wild and wondered if everything that happened today was because of his doing. Like Jisung coming to see her at the library to lead Chan there and then later giving her the card. Her friends giving her funny looks when she mentioned Chan confusing her for her friends of different sororities. She groaned quietly at having being the last person to be oblivious about it.

"I gotta go." Sieun abruptly stated while standing up with Chan quickly following after with a puzzled look. "Wait. Why?"

"I'm not feeling well. I feel exposed. I just, this is weird and I don't know how to go about this. So goodbye."

Before Sieun could run off, Chan reached out and took a hold of her hand. He pulled her towards him and Sieun looked everywhere else, but at him. Chan found it cute, but he was more confused as he thought that now it was out in the open she would react differently.

"Sieun."

Sieun grew alert, but she just couldn't face him.

"Please look at me."

She contemplated on doing that. She didn't have to as Chan moved so he would be in her line of sight. She finally focused her attention on him.

"Alright, Chan. What?"

It came out more hostile than she had meant it to.

"Sorry." She apologized while correcting her tone. "Alright, so you know it's me, but don't get all cliche and whatever."

Chan chuckled at her words.

"Okay, but you're the one that was like playing hide and seek this hold time."

"I wasn't playing anything. You were never meant to find it."

"But they were such great photos of me although you did take them when I didn't know about them."

"You have a lot of photos of yourself circulating around campus okay. Don't think I'm some weird stalker or whatever."

"I never did."

"Oh."

Sieun then remembered that Chan was holding her hand and tried to shake his grip on her hand, but he held onto it firmly.

"Aww, I thought this was what you wanted."

"There's a difference between what I created with that hashtag and real life."

"So why not make the hashtag real?"

"You know I would die by like all your little fangirls or whatever."

"Which ones?"

"You really gonna play dumb when you have a whole entourage of girls that wanna get with you, right?"

"I'm not. I just never really noticed them until you mentioned it."

Sieun rolled her eyes while eyeing their held hands.

"Okay, Chan. You know now and I know now, but why are you still holding onto my hand."

"Didn't I say to make Where After Love Now real?"

"Bullshit. Please don't tell me that you like me, too?"

"And if I do?"

"That's some cliche shit right there."

"You do know that we've had classes over the years together, right?"

"Yes, but why asked me about what sorority I was in then?"

"I was just testing you."

"For what?"

"If you would tell me who you were or not."

"And why would I go and do that?"

"It would've made it easier to talk with you instead of having Jisung set this up."

"So Jisung did know and this is now cliche."

"I mean, one way or another, it was bound to be cliche."

Sieun sighed as she looked at Chan expectantly.

"Alright, Bang Chan, what now?"

Chan smiled at her knowingly before pulling out his phone and waving at her.

"How about a picture to commemorate our official status?"

"Official status? The fuck. We're not a couple or even dating."

"Not yet, but this can be the start of it."

"Wow."

She wavered for a bit.

"Could we like, not, do it?"

"No. We're definitely doing it."

Before Sieun could reject the idea again, Chan took a photo of their held hands. He let go only to type away on his phone. A moment later, Sieun's phone dinged. She knew that Chan had just tagged her with whatever he did on Instagram.

"Look at your phone."

"I'll do it later."

"Okay. Let's make more."

"I would rather hide."

"And then I'll seek you out."

"There's really no escaping from you is there?"

"Nope. Seems like you're stuck with me."

"Okay, well it's not bad. We just have several months with one another before graduation and then off we go to other things away from one another."

Chan rolled his eyes before laughing a second later.

"It's okay. We can talk about all of that when the time comes for it."

"I guess, but alright. So what do you wanna do?"

"Is it midnight yet?"

Sieun checked her phone and saw that there was still half an hour left before then.

"No."

"Alright. Let's grab something to eat and let Jisung suffer."

"Ohh, I like that. Let him stay and hidden."

The pair laughed as they got off the rooftop.

[staytheb]

The Aftermath

Pairing: MX’s Shownu x OC [Chaewon] || MX’s Wonho x OC [Chaeyeon] || MX’s Jooheon x OC [Bohwa] || MX’s I.M x OC [Soomi] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 2,827 Summary: When your friends wanna know what happened, especially all of the juicy details, but majority of the time it isn't. part one (All In Fun and Games)

Warning: swear words, mature themes, and that it hasn’t been proof-read since it was last shared three years ago~

part two! but i think you can read it as a standalone. have no idea where this one came out, but i think it was because of my sister wanting a part two as she felt it left off on a good part or something. SISTAR also makes a feature in the story, too. but um yeah, i think that’s about it. happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"So how's your guys' sex life now that you all finally got together with the guys you've all been longing to get with for the past two years?" Bora casually asked her four friends in their group of eight while having a late lunch together. Bohwa's fork stopped in mid-air and stared at Bora in surprised for asking such a question. Chaewon looked at Bora and the others and quietly went back to eating her pasta indifferently. Chaeyeon bit her lips from saying anything she'll regret. Soomi was the only one that wasn't phased by the question. "It's actually been great, Bora." She continued eating her Caesar salad. "Changkyun's a lot more experienced than I thought he would be." "Ahh, so he isn't all just talk then." Jihyun commented with a laugh. "I thought he was all talk and show up until now, Mi." "Oh, trust me, Ji. His performance is super amazing."

"Can we talk about something else?" Bohwa asked resuming to eat her meal. Dasom looked over at the older woman with a wry look. "Why? Does it make you uncomfortable, Hwa?" "Not really. I just don't want to talk about it as of right now." Bohwa answered with a shrug. "Why, has Jooheon been tiring you out since the party?" Hyorin asked her with a smirk as Bohwa rolled her eyes. "Because of that damn party, Jooheon has been creatively needy since then." She paused in eating her pasta. "I'm debating if we should break up." "Wow, that's messed up, Hwa." Chaewon told her with a shake of her head. "Should just tell him to cool it and do it when you guys feel like doing it." "I actually never thought about that, Won. Thanks. I'll have a talk with him later today, maybe." Bohwa chuckled with a nod of her head. "Yeah, definitely today."

"So does that mean you and Hyunwoo have sex when you're both in the mood and do it when you guys feel like doing it?" Bora asked with a smile as Chaewon nodded her head indifferently. "Mmm, yeah pretty much, Bora." "Ugh, I wish Jooheon and I were like that." Bohwa let out a bit sadly. "I think he just has too much stamina for me to handle." "Well, he's still young." Jihyun stated. "Maybe you should just show him a few things that would tire him out." "Like what?" Jihyun began to list a few things and Bohwa was just shaking her head at the ludicrous ideas her friend had suggested. "What, Hwa? I think this would help with his high sex drive." Bohwa relented. "Fine. I'll think about it. Maybe the talk will happen later, I guess."

"Shit, I'll take that into account, Ji." Soomi said with a smile. "Kyun and I had discussed about spicing it up a bit more lately." "If I didn't know any better, I feel like you two would make babies first than the other three." Hyorin grinned as her eyes lit up. "Let me be your babysitter. I'll babysit for free, Mi." Soomi laughed while shaking her head. "Sorry, Hyo. We're not thinking of having any kids any time soon. Unless you wanna pet sit instead. We're thinking of getting a dog." "Wow, that's fast." Chaewon said with widened eyes. "I thought you weren't an animal person?" Soomi shrugged. "It randomly came up when we were talking. So we thought about getting a pet together instead of having kids. It might help us in the future."

"Wait, which reminds me." Dasom suddenly interjected while looking over at Chaewon. "Didn't Soomi say something about you being a mom more than an aunt?" "I did say that." Soomi confirmed while casting a sly look in Chaeyeon's direction. "I still think so, but the way that Yeon has been super quiet since we got our food and playing with her collar, Won may be an aunt before she's a mom." "What?" Chaeyeon let out upon hearing the other girl's word. "I'm not pregnant." "No one said you were." Chaewon said raising an eyebrow. "Did you and Hoseok have unprotected sex?" Chaeyeon scoffed. "I don't need to discuss my sex life with any of you." She continued to rub the fabric against her neck as everyone noticed that she was wearing a long sleeve turtleneck. "I thought you didn't like wearing turtlenecks, Yeon?" Bora questioned her as everyone eyed the older woman suspiciously.

Chaeyeon stopped her actions and brought her hands down to her lap. "I never said that." "Yeah you did. You said they made you itchy and uncomfortable." Bohwa remarked as Chaeyeon avoided their eyes and continued to eat the rest of her burger. "Why do you guys care anyways? Go back to talking about babies and what not." Hyorin who was the closes to Chaeyeon sneakily pulled the collar of Chaeyeon's turtleneck down. "Love bites! OMG, Yeon. You're neck is covered in them hickies. No wonder you were trying to hide them this whole time." "Let me see!" Dasom exclaimed as she pulled the other side of Chaeyeon's collar down as she was on Chaeyeon's other side. "You're right, Hyo. You're neck is totally red and purple, Yeon." Chaeyeon slapped their hands away and pulled her collars back up and her hair around herself. "I burned myself with a curling iron this morning."

"Dumb. You don't even know how to use one." Chaewon retorted with a rolled of her eyes. "And your hair isn't even done either. So stop lying, Yeon." The other girls soon began to tease Chaeyeon as she glared at all of them. "Shut up. I blame all of you for leaving me alone with Hoseok for like ten freaking hours that night. So shut it." "Girl, it was only for like four hours." Jihyun clarified with a smirk. "It wasn't like you were yelling to be released anyways." "How could I when I was trying to get his hands off of me." "But we heard him screamed twice and a very loud thump against the door soon after that." Bora stated from memory while gazing at Chaeyeon intently as the older woman suddenly shied away remembering that moment. "Did something happen?" Dasom cooed as Chaeyeon shook her head. "No. No. Nothing, nothing happened."

"Ohh, girl, spill." Soomi said leaning closer to hear the story with an excited expression. "I know that something definitely happen in that closet between the two of you besides sex, of course." Soomi then grinned widely. "Unless it was the sexy foreplay that led to the incredible sex." Chaeyeon covered her face with her palms due to the embarrassment that Soomi had put her on the spot. "Can we not. Please." "Oohh, Yeon, did something happen that you don't want to tell us?" Bohwa asked interested also leaning closer. "Yes, and, no." Chaeyeon admitted slowly before shaking her head. "Not saying any more." Hyorin looked at Chaewon. "I'm sure she told you, Won. Why don't you tell us instead?" Chaewon grinned while looking over at her older sister. "She did." "Tell us." The other women pleaded as Chaeyeon just shrugged giving her sister permission as she knew there was no escape.

Chaewon grinned as she wriggled her eyebrows up and down. "I'll just say that Hoseok was very, and I do mean very, dominant with Chaeyeon that night and for the past two weeks since." Chaewon informed them as the other six turned to Chaeyeon and began to tease the older woman while Chaeyeon chose to ignore their teasing and finish the rest of her burger. "I hate you all and I'm leaving now." "So that you can go fcuk Hoseok?" Soomi teased as Chaeyeon glared at her. "No. So that I could get away from all of you dirtied minded people." "How are you going to leave when I drove?" Her sister reminded her as Chaeyeon groaned. "Ugh. I forgot. Can I take the car and you can have Hyunwoo pick you up instead?" "No, but Hoseok can pick you up instead." Chaewon countered with a smug look as Chaeyeon rolled her eyes. "I hate you, too." "Mmhmm."

The group of friends continued to talk and teased one another until they're male friends unexpectedly joined them some time later. "Hi, Beautiful." Hoseok greeted Chaeyeon with a back hug as he kissed the top of her head. Chaeyeon ducked away from the unexpected public display of affection clearly becoming shy all of a sudden as she softly let out a meek 'hi'. "Sup, Cutie." Soomi greeted Changkyun with a playful look and a wave as the younger male rolled his eyes at the pet name, but kissed her on the cheek anyways. "Sup, Mimi." "Hello, my darling and sexy mama." Jooheon cooed cutely while pulling Bohwa in for a tight hug. "I missed you. Hope you missed me, too." "Hi, Jooheon and yes I missed you, too." She replied with a laugh as she pecked him on the lips while the younger male grinned before planting a kiss on her check afterwards. "Good."

Chaewon was the only one to stand up to greet her boyfriend with a hug and smile. "Hey, honey." 'Hey, babe." Hyunwoo flashed her his eye-smile while pulling her in for a bear hug. "How are you?" "Good now that you're here." She chuckled before the two kissed. "Ugh, go get a room you two." Kihyun let out in disgust as he pulled a chair from another table to join the others and sat on it as everyone else followed suit. "So damn much P-D-A going on right now." "Hey guys." Minhyuk greeted them all happily unlike Kihyun. "Ignore him. He's just butt-hurt because a car cut in front of him on our way here." "The dumb driver didn't even signal and drove even slower when he got in front of me." Kihyun tried to explained with annoyance. "Should have sped up and cut him off when I had the chance."

"You're road rage is as bad as Chaewon's." Jihyun commented as she offered him some of her pasta. "Cheer up." "I don't want your leftovers." Kihyun declined pushing her hand away. "I'll take it." Hyungwon said as he snatched the fork from Jihyun and gobbled down the rest of it. "Where did you come from?" Bora asked him not even noticing him beside her. Hyungwon only grinned at her in response as he continued to eat. "Wait a minute. How did you guys even know we were here?" Dasom asked them curiously. "It's supposed to be an all-girls' lunch date." "Oh, I messaged Chaewon an hour ago." Hoseok grinned while playing with Chaeyeon's hair as she tried to slap his hands away, but he continued to play with her hair anyways. "Someone's been ignoring all of my calls and messages for the past two days lately."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Hoseok." Chaeyeon denied as she shot a look at Chaewon who shrugged with a wry smile before speaking. "I don't know what you're talking about either, Yeon." Chaeyeon glared at Chaewon, but soon felt Hoseok tugging her hair to get her attention as she looked over at him in confusion. Before Hoseok could say something, Hyorin interrupted him unknowingly. "Well, since we're all here, let's go do something." Hyorin suggested after finishing her meal. "We all haven't hung out since the party." "Can we not bring up the party?" Chaeyeon asked as her attention was now on her friend. "Then what do you want to talk about?" Bohwa asked her amused as she had already gotten over the party issue. "I don't know, Bohwa. Maybe something like about work, school, the weather. Just not the party."

"What do you got against the party, Yeon?" Changkyun asked her while shooting her a teasing look. "What did the party ever do to you?" She glared at him while pointing at Hoseok. "Do you really have to ask that, Changkyun, since you're the one that caused it?" Everyone laughed as Hoseok chuckled grabbing the hand that was pointing at him and laced his fingers with Chaeyeon's. "It wasn't that bad, babe." Chaeyeon avoided looking at him while the rest began to tease her once again. "I hate you all, especially you girls the most. Seriously, I do. I hate all of you." "No you don't, Yeon." Soomi smiled at her. "If you did, then you wouldn't be here six years later." "Not like I had a choice in the first place." Chaeyeon muttered as she looked over at her sister who shrugged in response with a knowing smile.

"So, what should we do?" Minhyuk asked bringing the conversation back to the previous topic as Dasom made a suggestion. "Let's go to Lotte World." "Ohhh, call!" Some of them agreed while Chaeyeon declined removing her hand from Hoseok's. "No thanks. You guys can have fun there. I'm going back home to sleep again." She grinned at them with a wave as she stood up and turned to look at her little sister. "Don't worry. I'll take the bus back home." "And I'll accompany you." Hoseok smiled also standing up while taking the older woman's hand back into his. "No thank you." She rejected her boyfriend's company while taking her hand back again. "You can spend your time wearing those head accessories at the amusement park." She smiled at Hoseok before hurrying away as Hoseok laughed and turned to look at his friends. "You guys have fun. I'll take care of her." He said as he hurried after his girlfriend.

"How much do you all wanna bet that they're gonna end up fucking instead?" Jooheon said as everyone turned to look at him as he shot them all an obvious look. "What? It's clearly the truth." "Yeah, but you don't actually have to state it, babe." Bohwa said as she lightly smacked her boyfriend on the chest with a shake of her head. "But it's so obvious." "Well, we have to decline on the trip to the amusement park, as well." Soomi informed as she stood up with Changkyun following after her. "Yeah, my parents should be arriving soon and they want to meet Soomi." Soomi made a face. "I hate meeting future in-laws." "How many have you met since?" Kihyun asked clearly interested to know as Soomi shot him a smirk. "That my friend, will always remain a secret."

"Alright, we'll see you all later. Have fun at Lotte World." Changkyun told them as he grabbed Soomi's hand and led her out as they all bid one another goodbye. "How much you wanna bet they gonna fuck, too?" "Like, boy, what is wrong with you?" Bora stared at the younger male with a shake of her head although her facial expression was clearly amused. Jihyun patted Bohwa on the thigh with a laugh. "Girl, keep you're boy in check." "You don't know how much I try, Jihyun. You don't even know how much I try to." Bohwa laughed as Jooheon pouted beside his girlfriend. "I'm just saying." "Well keep it to yourself." Hyungwon told him as he yawned. "Does anyone wanna take me back home? I think I would rather sleep than go with all of you to the amusement park."

"All you ever do is sleep, eat, and repeat." Hyorin teased throwing a used napkin at the younger male who didn't seem phased by it when it hit him square in the chest. "Well yeah, less drama to deal with." He then looked around the table. "So, does anyone wanna take me then?" "We'll take you, Hyungwon." Chaewon told him as she and Hyunwoo stood up. "I gotta change clothes anyways." "Why? You look good." Minhyuk stated with a raised eyebrow as Chaewon looked at him. "These are semi-pajamas, Hyuk." "Could of fooled me." Minhyuk scoffed as Hyunwoo agreed. "You're not the only one, Minhyuk. I thought the same thing, too, a while ago." "You're not gonna fcuk after dropping Hyungwon off are you?" Jooheon piped up as Bohwa covered his mouth while the others chuckle at the couple.

Hyunwoo shrugged as Chaewon answered indifferently. "Maybe. Maybe not. But we won't let you know that, of course." She grinned at him as she bid the others goodbye with the other two in tow doing the same thing. "I don't think I even wanna go now." Kihyun announced as he stretched while sitting. "Let's do something else." "Do what?" Bohwa asked as Jooheon whispered into her ear. "I'll do you." Bohwa rolled her eyes with a wry laugh. "Don't even start." No one caught the exchange. "Let's go bowling instead." Bora suggested. "Oh yeah. Let's go!" Dasom agreed. "I haven't bowled in a long time." "Should I message Hyunwoo?" Minhyuk asked as he was getting ready to send the older male a text. "Nah, they'll figure it out on their own." Kihyun grinned. "Hyunwoo said he and Chaewon needed alone time anyways." He then looked around. "Alright, let's go bowling."

[staytheb]

A Jar of Love

Pairing: MX’s Shownu x OC [Chaewon] || MX’s Wonho x OC [Chaeyeon] Genre: idol!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 6,900 Summary: Chaeyeon places a jar filled with heart-shaped love notes onto her sister, Chaewon's, crush, Hyunwoo's, desk. As it turns out, the jar isn't what she assumed it to be as it bites her back in the butt when it concerns her own crush by the name of Hoseok. Of course that doesn't mean that Hyunwoo and Chaewon aren't involved as well since these two have issues of their own and Hyunwoo seeks help from Chaeyeon to get back on Chaewon's good side. Just like Chaeyeon having issues with actually confessing her feelings of two years for the one and only Hoseok, Hyunwoo advises her on the matter in returned when he gets help from Chaeyeon. And maybe Hoseok has his own feelings to confirm as well towards Chaeyeon who seems to run away from him whenever he gets near.

Warning: like always, this hasn’t been proof-read since it was last shared about two years ago.

um, i’m not sure where this idea came from, but i do know it was mildly inspired by their song I’ll Be There or something along those lines because of the lyrics used later on in the story.  but other than that, i really don’t know why this was written except that it was fun to write. haha, but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Of all the times she's messed with me, it's pay back time little sister." Chaeyeon grinned mischievously as she placed a glass jar filled with colorful heart-shaped love notes onto her male co-worker's desk. "Hopefully the both of them will finally confess after this." Chaeyeon stood back up to admire the jar when she felt an arm wrapped around her shoulders and she turned to face her other male co-worker, Minhyuk. "What are you doing, Yeon?" He asked with a knowing smile. "Are you playing matchmaker without me, hmm?" "Maybe. Or not." She smirked as Minhyuk pouted. "You know how much I wanted to set them up since I found out Chaewon also liked Hyunwoo a week ago." "Too bad. Won teased me yesterday and so I'm just finally getting her back before everyone else arrives."

"Teased you about what?" Minhyuk asked curiously as Chaeyeon averted his gaze. "Don't worry about it." She then looked at him again. "Why are you here so early?" "I have to prepare the coffee and the refreshments for the meetings today." He then gave her a hard look. "Now, Yeon, don't change the subject. What does Won keep teasing you about, hmm? It must be something juicy." "I said don't worry about it, Hyuk. You don't need to know." She elbowed him away, but Minhyuk held onto Chaeyeon tighter with a laugh as the female tried to get out of his hold. "Tell me, Yeon, tell me!" "No. Now get off of me." "No. Tell me!" "No. You can't keep that big mouth of yours quiet." "That's not true, Chaeyeon." "Yeah it is, Minhyuk." A cough from behind them interrupted their playful bantering.

The duo immediately stopped what they were doing and slowly turned to face another co-worker of theirs. "Oh, hi there, Hoseok. What's up?" Minhyuk greeted the male coolly. "What are you doing here so early?" Hoseok briefly glanced at the duo with his gaze lingering on Chaeyeon's a little longer before directing them back to Minhyuk. "I need to touch up on the notes for the meetings. Mr. Kim wanted me to add some other things he wanted to discuss at the meetings." Hoseok explained then met eyes with Chaeyeon who then immediately averted her gaze elsewhere. "What are you guys doing here so early in the morning? The both of you usually arrived later." His eyes returned to look at Minhyuk. "I'm in charge of preparing the refreshments and coffee this week." Minhyuk explained as he wrapped an arm around Chaeyeon's shoulders to pull her closer to him.

"And Chaeyeon here came to play mat-" "Uh, I came to find the file that Hyunwoo wanted me to work on for this month's sales report." Chaeyeon interjected interrupting Minhyuk as she knew that Hoseok was best friends with Hyunwoo and didn't want the male to know that just in case he blurted it out to Hyunwoo or something. "Haha, yeah, that's it." She looked about on Hyunwoo's desk and grabbed a random manila folder off his desk and held it in her grasp. "Here it is. Okay, bye. Have a great morning, Hoseok." She smiled weakly at Hoseok as she took a hold of Minhyuk's arm from around her shoulder and led him away brushing pass Hoseok. "C'mon, Hyuk, let's go." "Um, okay. Bye, Seok. See you later at the meeting." "Okay, bye guys." He waved at the two a bit puzzled.

Once Chaeyeon and Minhyuk were in the elevators and heading to the floor beneath where Chaeyeon's department was, Minhyuk shot her a knowing look. "What, kid?" She asked the male who smiled even wider. "I think I know now what Chaewon was teasing you about yesterday." "No, you don't." "Oh yes, I do." "No. You. Don't." Chaeyeon glared at the male in hopes he would drop it, but knowing Minhyuk, he wouldn't of course out of his own pleasure. "Oh. Yes. I. Do." He sang before continuing in a normal speaking tone, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. "Does it involve a dark-haired and super muscular looking bunny that we just met a moment ago?" "Shh, shut up!" Chaeyeon hushed him as she flapped the file at his face. "You shut up, Jack Frost, or I'm making sure you get cucumbers in every meal." "You wouldn't dare?" "Wanna try me?"

Minhyuk contemplated on Chaeyeon's threat and shot her a sly look. "I'll take my chances." Chaeyeon groaned. "Don't you dare say anything." Chaeyeon now began smacking Minhyuk with the folder just as the elevator's doors opened revealing two more of their co-workers on the other side. "What did Minhyuk do this time?" The shorter of the two co-workers asked. "I didn't do anything, Kihyun." Minhyuk defended himself before speaking again. "It's just that I finally found out who Chaeyeon has been crushing on-" "No, please don't, Minhyuk. I'll buy you a vanilla latte for the next two months." "Okay." Chaeyeon let out a relieved breath, but widened her eyes as Minhyuk still spilled the beans. "She's been crushing on someone for the past two years."

"You agreed with my bribe of vanilla lattes!" Chaeyeon cried in disbelief as she hit Minhyuk with the manila folder. "Traitor." "Sorry, it just slipped." Minhyuk shrugged although a ghost of a  smile graced his lips. "Oh, you mean Muscle Bunny?" Hyungwon smirked as Chaeyeon stared at the taller male in shock. "I'm right, aren't I?" Hyungwon grinned as Kihyun looked at the male. "Should you really be saying that to her right now?" Hyungwon shrugged with a playful look. "Does it really matter?" "How?" Chaeyeon asked before her jaws dropped in complete disbelief upon realizing the nickname he had called Hoseok by. "You read my diary, Hyungwon?!" Chaeyeon then rushed out of the elevators and ran after Hyungwon who took off immediately upon hearing the words coming out of her mouth.

"I'ma kick your face, Hyungwon!" Kihyun and Minhyuk could hear Chaeyeon screaming in the distance with Hyungwon laughing in his response. "If you can actually reach it, Yeon!" "I'll just knock you down and stepped on it instead!" "She's lucky that there's barely anyone here." Kihyun remarked with a smirk as Minhyuk agreed with a loud laugh. "She still has a good hour or so before everyone else shows up." The duo then heard a few crashing sounds and then several groans a moment later. "Let's go see what kind of damage is done." Kihyun threw a thumb in the direction of the noise. "Mr. Kim doesn't want any more incidents with the workers going through for the month." Minhyuk laughed remembering why. "Especially after that disaster with Jooheon and the broken window where he crashed his remote control airplane through it and it hit Changkyun last week." "Yeah, that's exactly why."

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Chaewon entered Starship and greeted the receptionist with a warm smile while flashing the employee ID in her direction. "Thank you, Miss Lee. Have a good day." "The same to you, too, Seola." Chaewon headed towards the elevator and smiled upon one being free after pressing the button. Once she stepped inside, she immediately pressed the button to close it upon recognizing a face walking towards the same one she was in and she didn't want to see him again this morning. Chaewon believed that luck was on her side this time around as she let out a relieved breath before seeing a hand shooting out to stop the elevator's door from closing. Chaewon watched as Hyunwoo entered the elevator with her while he shot her a slightly annoyed look. "I know you heard me, Won." Chaewon just gave him an aloof look before turning her eyes elsewhere.

Hyunwoo continued to stare at her while Chaewon continued to ignore him while moving a good distance away from the male. "Chaewon, look," Hyunwoo began as Chaewon slightly side-eyed him when he moved closer, but didn't say anything to him. "Um," Hyunwoo trailed off not knowing what to say, but later found himself unable to do so when the elevator's door opened. Chaewon moved away as she noticed the other co-workers filing in causing her back to hit the wall and a second later, Hyunwoo was slightly pushed up against her. "Sorry, Chaewon." Hyunwoo apologized, but Chaewon was too focused on trying not to think of how close their proximity was and didn't hear him speak.

The other co-workers were still filing in into the small space which caused Hyunwoo to turned his body around to face Chaewon while he held out an arm towards the wall near him. "Hyunwoo, what are you doing?" Chaewon asked him with widened eyes as Hyunwoo simply looked at the female. "Making sure that you're alright." "You don't have to. I'm fine." The last of the co-workers finally got inside and the elevator moved up once more, but it had caused the people inside it to shift and Hyunwoo brushed up against Chaewon as she held up her hands to steady herself by placing them onto Hyunwoo's chest unconsciously. She instantly removed her hands from his body and put them back to her side while looking away with a blushing face which caused Hyunwoo to smirk, but he didn't say anything as he glanced away with a slow smile taking over the smirk.

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Chaeyeon had taken the elevator up two floors above hers to bother her sister who worked in a different department. Upon spotting the younger woman typing away at her desk, Chaeyeon softly made her way over to Chaewon with a secretive smile upon her face. "Hey, little sister." Chaeyeon cooed as Chaewon rolled her eyes upon hearing her sister's voice, but continued to type on and slightly did a head nod that she had actually acknowledged Chaeyeon's presence. "What?" "Oh, nothing really, except that I was curious as to where you had spent the night last night." "Why do you wanna know?" "Because you didn't come home last night, that's why." "So?" "Just asking." Chaeyeon's lips quirked up as Chaewon stopped what she was doing and looked up at her.

"Seriously, what do you want, Yeon?" "Nothing, Won." Chaeyeon shrugged indifferently as she looked around the office area. "I just can't bother my sister who also works here, but on a different floor and department?" "No." Chaewon deadpanned as she resumed her work again as her lips quirked up a moment later. "Shouldn't you be checking out your Muscle Bunny or something?" "It was you." Chaeyeon accused although she had a feeling it was her sister that was the real culprit while speaking in a hush tone. "You're the one that told Hyungwon about that nickname for Hoseok." "What? I don't know what you're talking about." "Liar." Chaewon didn't say anything as Chaeyeon glared at her sister while whispering still. "Because of you, Hyungwon, Minhyuk, and Kihyun know about my crush on Hoseok." "And how is that my fault? It's not that hard to figure out that you like the guy."

Chaeyeon opened her mouth to reply back, but someone ended up distracting her by putting an arm around her shoulders. She turned to face her male co-worker, Jooheon. "What do you want?" The male shot her a teasing look. "So, Yeon, rumor has it that you like this dark-haired and super muscular person dubbed Muscle Bunny. Is it true?" "No, it's not." Chaeyeon denied although she was biting the inside of her inner cheek as Chaewon scoffed. "It's true, Heon." "Aha, I knew it." Jooheon grinned as he then put Chaeyeon into a headlock. "Why you always be lying, huh?" "Ugh, get off of me, Heon, and why would you believe her over me, anyways, huh?" Chaeyeon struggled to get out of Jooheon's grip. "The topic concerns me, not Won, Jooheon."

"Because you're always lying. That's why." "Not even." Chaeyeon managed to elbow Jooheon away to let go of her before she was the one that put him into a headlock a moment later. "Stupid brat. How does that feel now?" Jooheon began whining for Chaeyeon to let him go as Chaewon rolled her eyes at their childish behavior while finishing up her report. "You guys are so annoying." She remarked after she hit the print button. "We're at work." "She's right." Hyunwoo interjected from behind them as the trio turned to face him and the others who just got done with their meetings. "We're at work. Stop misbehaving." "I didn't need your help." Chaewon told him as she walked passed him and the others to retrieve her papers with Hyunwoo following after her a second later still trying to talk.

Chaeyeon finally let go of Jooheon and shot a glare in his direction. "Don't you dare say anything or you'll soon find something creeping upon you when you're asleep." Jooheon shuddered, but still shot Chaeyeon a small smile. "I'll try." "No. You will." "If you buy me a stuffed sea elephant and tiger plush doll." "Ugh, fine." "Yes!" "Why do you have to buy him a stuffed animal?" Hoseok asked Chaeyeon while pointing at Minhyuk. "Just like how you'll buy this guy vanilla lattes for the next two months." "Haha, it's nothing, Hoseok. Don't worry about it." Chaeyeon laughed nervously as she rubbed the left side of her neck out of habit before spotting another co-worker in the distance. "Oh, Changkyun! I need to talk to you."

The female hurried away causing the group of four to stare after her. "Why do I feel like I'm missing something?" Hoseok said while looking at his friends again. "It's because you are." Kihyun stated as he swiped the papers from Hoseok's hands. "Why don't you go find out as I take care of these, yeah?" "Or you could just ask us one of us about it." Minhyuk suggested with a smirk while waving a finger between himself and Jooheon. "In exchange for what Yeon had already promised us." "You mean by me buying you guys the vanilla lattes and the stuffed plush toys instead of Chaeyeon doing it, right?" Hoseok asked to confirmed as the duo nodded their heads as Jooheon smiled a little wider with his dimples standing out more. "But I want the sea elephant, the tiger, and a bumblebee now, too." "Why?" "Just cause."

"Anyways, it's about to be lunch in an hour. You can wait until then, Hoseok." Kihyun told the male as he handed him back the papers while looking through his phone. "I have something else that Mr. Kim wants me to take care of." Kihyun then bid the three a goodbye before heading towards the elevators to return to his floor. "Hmm, so what do you want to do, Hoseok?" Minhyuk asked his older co-worker a second later. "Now or later?" "I say now." Jooheon suggested. "I really want those stuffed animals as soon as possible." "Why?" "Just cause." Hoseok rolled his eyes at the younger man's reasoning, but nodded his head. "Alright, I'll do it. I'll buy the lattes and stuffed dolls." He reluctantly gave in as the other two grinned mischievously.

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"You know, you can't keep ignoring me forever, Chaewon." Hyunwoo reminded her as he continued to follow the female towards the printer room. "We work at the same company and deal with the same people every day." "Oh, I already know that, Hyunwoo." Chaewon replied curtly as she looked for the printer that had her items. "Doesn't mean I actually have to acknowledge you." The male let out a sigh as he watched the female gathered her things before closing the door of the printer room so that no one could disturb them. "What are you doing?" "We need to talk." "No we don't." Chaewon tried to make her way pass him, but Hyunwoo blocked her path as she let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine. Say what you need to say and we can get on with our lives, Hyunwoo."

Hyunwoo inhaled and let out a deep breath. "About this morning," He began as he focused all of his attention onto Chaewon who looked at the papers instead of him. "Those words that I spoke. Well, I didn't actually mean what I said." "And what part would that be?" Chaewon finally faced him with a stoic expression. "Which part of those words didn't you exactly mean, Hyunwoo?" She repeated her question in a different way. Hyunwoo opened his mouth, but closed it a second later as Chaewon scoffed with a rolled of her eyes. "That's what I thought." She shouldered the male away with a bit of difficulty from the door, but she got it to open to let herself out leaving Hyunwoo behind to stare at the now opened space. He let out another sigh. "Okay. This is harder than I thought. Maybe I should talk to Chaeyeon to get help with her sister."

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Chaeyeon had finished talking with Changkyun about an actual report although it wasn't due until another three weeks and headed towards the elevators. While waiting she then heard her name being called from both sides of her. She turned to her left to see Hyunwoo approaching her and then to her right was where Hoseok was coming from. Her eyes flickered from one to the other and wondered what they both wanted. "Chaeyeon, I need to talk to you." Both Hyunwoo and Hoseok said when they finally reached her. "Uh, why?" She glanced at them nervously hoping she didn't really need to do anything. "It's about Chaewon." Hyunwoo said while Hoseok said something else. "It's about you." "What about me?" Chaeyeon let out in disbelief as she looked at Hoseok.

Chaeyeon then shook her head as she composed herself. "Actually never mind. I'm kind of busy at the moment. I don't have time to talk right now." She lied just so she could avoid talking with Hoseok and used it for Hyunwoo as well. "I really need to talk to you about your sister, Yeon. Please." Hyunwoo pleaded as he beat Hoseok to it. "Meet me for lunch at the cafeteria?" "Um, okay." The female agreed as she cast her eyes onto Hoseok who seemed disappointed that she chose the other male over him. "Thanks so much." Hyunwoo grinned as he patted her on the head like a kid while Chaeyeon smoothed out her hair from where he had slightly disturbed the area. "Yeah, sure." "I'll just talk to you later then." Hoseok said as Chaeyeon nodded her head. "Um, okay."

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Lunch time finally arrived and Chaeyeon anxiously made her way to the cafeteria after telling her sister and other co-workers that she had something to do. When she entered, Hyunwoo had already finished purchasing his meal and he indicated with his head for her to follow him. Chaeyeon was going to tell him that she wanted food first, but decided against it and followed Hyunwoo instead and telling herself she'll get something from the vending machine later. Hyunwoo had led Chaeyeon out the cafeteria through another doorway and towards the stairs which led up to the rooftop. Chaeyeon followed not asking any questions, but was still very curious as to why he wanted to talk to her about Chaewon. Her lips quirked up and assumed it may have something to do with the jar she had left on his desk this morning.

Hyunwoo led the both of them to a bench that was placed there by one of the co-workers a few years back. They sat facing one another as Hyunwoo set the tray in-between them. "Um, help yourself to anything you want to eat. I wasn't sure what you liked." Hyunwoo sheepishly told her as he picked up a bowl of noodles while Chaeyeon gingerly lifted up a piece of kimbap with a small smile. "Thanks." "You're welcome." After the two quietly ate, Chaeyeon finally broke the silence. "So what about Chaewon did you want to talk to me about?" "Oh, right. Chaewon. Yeah." Hyunwoo remembered as he set his now emptied bowl down. "How should I start?" Chaeyeon patiently waited so that Hyunwoo could explain on his own accord.

"Well, Chaeyeon. The thing is that your sister, she, me, and we, her and I, and... yeah." He finished lamely as Chaeyeon didn't comprehend what he was trying to talk about. "I'm sorry, Hyunwoo, but I didn't understand anything out of what you just said. Did something happened?" Hyunwoo's diverted his eyes downward and Chaeyeon figured he had fcuked up or something. "I think I get it now." "You do?" Hyunwoo looked at Chaeyeon in surprised. "You can help me?" "Um, that depends, I think. You wanna know how to get on her good side again, right?" "Yes, please." "Ah, okay. Well, the only thing I can say is that you tell her that you're sorry." "I did that already and it didn't do much." "Well, you still have to apologize, Hyunwoo, and then probably give her candy and cookies. She really likes that."

Hyunwoo looked at her confused. "You mean like buy her stuff?" Chaeyeon shook her head vigorously. "Oh, no, no. Not like that. Chaewon isn't the type to forgive someone if they buy her materialistic things just to please her. Just bribe her with snacks as it's easier and it gains her trusts. She really loves the honey twist chips or red velvet cake. Which ever you find first." Chaeyeon then thought about it. "I guess you can turn it into a confession of sort?" "But I sort of did that, too." "Really? When?" "Last night, but I messed it up." Chaeyeon stared at him with widened eyes as the male looked at her a bit puzzled. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Um, no reason." Chaeyeon snapped out of it and went back on track. "I guess, whatever you did that had her become angry with you last night, you'll have to figure out how to correct that." She sighed. "My sister cares deeply despite how she portrays herself. Chaewon just doesn't like any bullshit, Woo."

Hyunwoo nodded his head slowly. "I see." "I hope so. Whatever is going on between the two of you, I hope you work it out." "I'll try." He smiled at her as he nodded his head once more. "I'll make sure to make it right with Chaewon." "Okay, cool." Chaeyeon grinned as she picked up a small bowl of kimchi fried rice. "I hope everything goes well between you and Hoseok, too." Chaeyeon choked on her food and began coughing furiously as Hyunwoo thumped her back. "Are you okay?" "Uh yeah. Yeah." She answered once she was able to get the food down and her breathing in control. "Why did you bring up about me and Hoseok?" Hyunwoo looked at her in confusion. "Aren't the two of you dating, too?" "Dating? Wait, what do you mean, too?"

The male scratched the back of his head with a sheepish look. "Chaewon mentioned something about the two of you last night. So I figured that you guys were dating in secret like your sister and I." "What, seriously? The two of were already dating?" Hyunwo nodded his head. "I thought she would have told you." "She didn't, but there's nothing going on between me and Hoseok, Hyunwoo." "Are you sure?" He leaned back crossing his arms over his chest with a small smile. "Yes, I'm sure." Chaeyeon replied as she did the same gesture as him, but without the smile. "So this doesn't have anything to do with you then?" Hyunwoo said as he leaned over to grabbed something from behind him and placed the colorful love notes filled jar onto the bench.

"How did that even get here?" "I was carrying it under my arm inside my suit jacket when we came up here." "Oh." Chaeyeon then looked at Hyunwoo again. "Wait, what does that have to do with me?" Chaeyeon asked confused while pointing at the glass item. "That was for you." "I beg to differ." Hyunwoo uncapped the jar and lifted a teal heart-shaped note out. Chaeyeon watched as he unfolded the piece of paper and saw that he was about to read it out loud. Chaeyeon stopped him by putting a hand over both of his and the note. "You're actually going to read these out loud?" "Yeah, unless you want to read them yourself?" "Um, no thank you." "Then I'll read it out loud." "Whatever." Chaeyeon removed her hand from his so he could do so.

"I can only live if you're here, Hoseok. Every day, every night, I can feel you. Love Chaeyeon." Hyunwoo read the love note while trying to keep a straight face as Chaeyeon's eyes widened in horror while snatching the piece of paper from him. "No way." Just as Chaeyeon was double checking the piece of paper, Hyunwoo had already grabbed a yellow one to read out loud. "I keep dreaming about your breathtaking image. I wanna confess, Hoseok. I can't go on without you. X-O-X-O Chaeyeon." "OMG, stop, Woo." Chaeyeon cried as she took the piece of paper out of his grasp. "Why do you keep reading these?" "I dunno, Yeon. It's kind of fun." Hyunwoo admitted as Chaeyeon glared at him while taking the jar and holding it against her chest protectively and capping it back up again. "Well, you can stop now. I'm taking it back."

"Sure, it's all yours, Chaeyeon." Hyunwoo told her as Chaeyeon then looked at him suspiciously. "You've already read some of these, didn't you? That's why you wanted to talk to me and about Chaewon, too." "Well, mainly about Chaewon, but I thought to let you know about the jar as well since it was left on my desk. I assumed it was placed there by mistake since it had Hoseok's name within the notes instead of mine." "Why didn't you give the jar to Hoseok when you found out? Why give it to me instead?" "Because I figured you were just as shy in confessing your feelings to Hoseok just as I used to be for Chaewon." "I see." Chaeyeon let out a sigh realizing her sister knew what she was going to do with the jar. "She fooled me and I believed her. Ugh, this is what I get for denying my feelings so much."

Hyunwoo watched Chaeyeon for a bit as he cast her a sympathetic smile. "If it helps, Yeon, I know of a certain shy bunny who also feels the same way." Chaeyeon let out a meek smile. "Haha, thanks, Hyunwoo, but I just feel more shy and embarrassed for some reason now. I don't think I can deal with Hoseok at the moment." "Well, I'll just leave you to your thoughts and what not. I'll head back first." "Okay." "Thank you again for the advice, Chaeyeon." "You're welcome and thanks for the jar." Hyunwoo smiled at her as he gathered up the tray, stood up, and left the female to herself as he left the rooftop while passing by Hoseok who happened to head his way to the rooftop as well. Hoseok stopped his friend with an uneasy expression. "So what did the two of you talk about?" "She just helped me out with Chaewon, Hoseok. That's all."

Hyunwoo chuckled as he motioned his head towards the rooftop. "But I have a feeling that it would be good of you if you went up there, too." Hoseok tentatively glanced in that direction with uneasiness still etched upon his face as Hyunwoo nudged the male with his elbow. "She won't bite." Hyunwoo laughed as Hoseok let out a small chuckle glancing at his friend. "That's partially true." "Haha, true, but be more curious about what's inside the jar, okay?" "Why?" "Just trust me." "Alright, thanks, Woo." "You're welcome, Seok." Hyunwoo walked down as Hoseok walked up and slowly opened the door and peered onto the rooftop. He spotted Chaeyeon looking out towards the city below at the ledge with her hand on top of a jar filled with some colorful things. Hoseok quietly made his way towards her, but Chaeyeon turned around hearing some noise from behind her.

The two stared at one another not moving until Chaeyeon grabbed the jar and began to make her leave. Hoseok reacted by trying to block her path which startled Chaeyeon in making her drop the glass item. The glass jar shattered upon contact and Chaeyeon bent down to pick up all the notes before Hoseok could read any of it. Hoseok followed with an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you drop your jar." "It's okay, Hoseok." Chaeyeon told him as she gathered up as many as she could of the paper hearts without injuring herself. "Just be careful, Chaeyeon." Hoseok told her as he slowly picked up some of the papers while watching her hands to make sure she wouldn't cut herself with the tiny shards of glass. "Wouldn't want those pretty fingers of yours being all bandaged up, now do we?"

Chaeyeon didn't say anything as she avoided eye contact, but nodded her head slowly in acknowledgement. A moment later they gathered up the notes and were now standing facing one another as Hoseok handed her the ones he had picked up. A red one floated to the floor and he bent down to pick it up. Chaeyeon was distracted with stuffing the others inside her pockets that she didn't notice Hoseok opening the love note as he grew curious about it due to Hyunwoo's words. Hoseok read the note out loud causing Chaeyeon to freeze upon hearing his voice as she listened. "You're like the blue moon that reflects on the ocean. What about you, Hoseok? I like it. From Chaeyeon." Hoseok gazed at Chaeyeon with a slow teasing smile. "So, is this a confession, Chaeyeon?"

"Um..." Chaeyeon trailed off not wanting to answer as she instead reached a hand out to grab the red piece of paper, but Hoseok moved it out of her way with a laugh. He held it above his head as Chaeyeon tried to reach for it as well, but couldn't as she didn't want to move any closer to physically touch Hoseok. Hoseok noticed how Chaeyeon kept her distance and let out a smirked while moving his free arm to wrap it around the female's body to pull her closer to him and away from the broken glass. Chaeyeon let out a startled gasp while placing her hands onto the male's body to steady herself as she shot him a confused look. "Hey! OMG, what are you doing?" Hoseok smiled at her as he placed his other arm around her body to encased Chaeyeon within his embrace. "Well, if you be honest with me, Chaeyeon, then I'll be completely honest with you."

"About what exactly?" Chaeyeon tried to break out of Hoseok's hold on her, but the male seemed to just squeeze her tightly in his embrace. "Your feelings about me." Hoseok stated which made Chaeyeon stop what she was doing and stared at Hoseok a bit surprised. "Why?" "Like I said, Chaeyeon. If you're honest with me, then I'll be honest with you." Chaeyeon let out a sigh in defeat as she averted her gaze, but then returned them back to stare into his. "I like you, okay." "You don't sound like you actually like me at all." Hoseok teased as Chaeyeon rolled her eyes, but fought the shyness she knew was coming upon her and raised her voice so that her tone sounded more confident. "I really like you, Hoseok." "I like you, too, Chaeyeon." Hoseok admitted before letting out a shy chuckle. "Ever since the first day you started and tripped over your own feet upon seeing me walk by the first time."

"Not even." Chaeyeon denied shooting him a pointed look. "I tripped because I wore the wrong heels on my first day and not because of you. I didn't even noticed you until you wore that rabbit suit on the day of the company's picnic." "Oh, so you were checking me out that day." Hoseok continued to tease Chaeyeon as she tried to play it off. "No I wasn't. I just happened to notice because Hyungwon was dressed as a turtle and pointed you out to me because you were lifting weights at the picnic for some odd reason." Chaeyeon then finally realized something. "OMG, Hyungwon already knew that I liked you back then. That little shit." Hoseok laughed as he confessed something else to her. "I had a feeling, Chaeyeon, but I really wanted to make sure so I agreed to Minhyuk and Jooheon that I would buy them their vanilla lattes and stuffed animals in your place."

"You, wait, buy, what, their, why?" Chaeyeon was left flabbergasted by his words as she became incoherent to form an actual sentence to even ask him on why he would do such a thing while she shook her head. "Those stupid brats. I swear they're gonna get it one of these days." "I'll help you later with that, but for now while we still have like about ten minutes of lunch left, could we work on us?" "What do you mean by us, Hoseok?" Chaeyeon still looked at him questioningly even though she knew what he meant. Hoseok let out a flustered laugh. "You can stop playing hard to get now, Chaeyeon. We both know that our feelings are out in the open now so you can't deny anything." "It was worth a try." Chaeyeon shrugged with a small smile as Hoseok chuckled. "It was, but it's been a long time coming, Yeon, so I think we should move on and get our actual feelings in motion."

Chaeyeon then moved her arms to wrap them around Hoseok's torso. "Well, since we're already like this, Seok, I guess it's finally time to actually give in and to stop denying my feelings for you." "That's my baby girl." "Excuse you. We're not even dating yet, and here you are already calling me with a pet name." "Hey, I'm allowed to since you've been calling me Muscle Bunny behind my back for the past two years and we haven't even confessed our feelings to one another back then, Chaeyeon." Chaeyeon was going to reply with some witty comeback, but nothing came out. Hoseok laughed at her speechless state. "You're really cute." "No, I'm not." She quickly replied while regaining her composure back. "I'm not cute." Hoseok let out another laugh as he pulled her closer to him. "Well, to me you are, Chaeyeon. So how about we started dating? Say, later tonight with dinner at eight?" "Okay, Hoseok. Dinner at eight."

"How disgusting." Someone spoke from a few feet away from them as the duo turned to see Changkyun making a face before smirking in a playful manner. "Can I tag along? I know a great noodle shop that just opened a couple of weeks ago." Just as Chaeyeon was about to say 'no', Hoseok agreed. "Yeah. There's no way you can say no to noodles." Chaeyeon closed her eyes while shaking her head. "His love for ramyeon is so unreal. I swear." "My love for you could be even greater than ramyeon if we got to know one another better if you come to my house for noodles." Hoseok cheekily responded as Chaeyeon cast him a suspicious look. "Are you for real or is it just really about noodles?" "How about you come find out?" He wriggled his eyebrows at her as Changkyun made a gagging sound. "Forget it. I don't wanna go if you're just gonna bang one another." "Good." Hoseok answered. "Now leave us and go bother someone else."

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After bidding Hoseok goodbye, Hyunwoo returned his meal tray to the cafeteria before making his way to the sixteenth floor. When he stepped out of the elevators, his eyes scanned for the person he was looking for. Hyunwoo spotted Chaewon walking back to her desk. A bright smile graced his face as he made a direct beeline towards her direction. "Chaewon." He called her name softly as the female turned around to face him. "What now, Hyunwoo?" Hyunwoo held up a slice of red velvet cake in its container with a shy look. "Um, a peace offering of sorts?" Chaewon eyed the cake, then the male, back to the cake, and then finally back to Hyunwoo. "Five minutes." She told him while holding out her hand for him to hand her the dessert. "That's all I need that will extend it further." He grinned as he set the small container into the palm of Chaewon's hand.

Chaewon was about to walk around her desk to sit down, but Hyunwoo firmly held onto the hand with the cake with both of his. "I'm not sorry about what transpired last night, but I am sorry about what I said to you this morning, Chaewon. About not being committed and official. I'm also sorry about what had happened an hour ago." Hyunwoo apologized with a sincere look as Chaewon continued to listen to what he had to say as she placed the red velvet slice onto her desk. "I wasn't thinking about you or about us. All I kept thinking about was my own future. My own life if I never got attached to someone. That was totally selfish of me." Hyunwoo continued to speak while moving his left hand to take her free right hand in his. "I don't know what the future will hold for the both of us, Won, but I'm willing to take that chance with you if you still want to further our relationship into something more."

"You're an idiot, Son Hyunwoo." Chaewon scoffed, but her tone wasn't malicious sounding at all. "It took you long enough to figure it out." Hyunwoo let out a relieved laugh as he pulled Chaewon against him to envelop her in a tight hug. "Gosh, it's so good to hear that." "What are you doing, Woo? We're still at work. Let go." Chaewon tried to get out of his embrace, but Hyunwoo held onto her tighter with a silly grin plastered onto his face. "I don't care, Won. It's still lunch break and I got like twenty minutes left of it or something. I'm so glad you're not upset with me." "Ugh, you're such an idiot." "Yeah, but I'm your idiot." Chaewon rolled her eyes at his response, but she did place her head against his shoulder and hugged him back with a small smile gracing her lips. "That you surely are."

"Hey! No hugging at work!" Changkyun yelled at them while rounding the corner to see the couple hugging one another although he just wanted to mess with them. Hyunwoo and Chaewon pulled apart as they turned to see who had said that. "How about you go bother Hoseok and Chaeyeon on the rooftop, Changkyun?" Hyunwoo suggested to the younger male. "I'm pretty sure the two finally confessed to one another by now." "Ooohh, really? Yeah, that's even better." Changkyun grinned as he ran off to do as Hyunwoo's suggested. "Haha, I knew that jar would come to haunt her." Chaewon laughed as Hyunwoo turned to face her. "How did you know about the jar?" "Because I was the one that planted her love for Hoseok in it as she believed it was me writing those things for you." Chaewon admitted with a laugh. "Gosh, I wish I could have seen her face."

"Well, if it helps, Won, Chaeyeon was really shy about it." Hyunwoo told her while pulling her back in to his embrace. "And then I mentioned a little something about it to Hoseok for him to pay attention to the notes itself." Chaewon wrapped her arms around his torso. "Oh really, is that so, Hyunwoo? I guess we do make a great pair after all." "You bet we do, Chaewon." Hyunwoo agreed as he smiled at her. "Now that we made up and you're not angry with me anymore, how about we have another movie night at my place and we can make pasta while we're at it?" "Sounds like a great idea." "Good, because I wasn't going to take no as an answer." "Jerk." Chaewon rolled her eyes with a laugh as Hyunwoo joined her. "Yeah, but I'm your jerk." "That you surely are." And Chaewon leaned forward to place a soft kiss onto his lips, but Hyunwoo ended up deepening the kiss further.

"Ew, gross." The duo turned around to see Changkyun standing there once again. "And here I thought the other couple was just as lovey-dovey." "Talking about the other couple, weren't you just bothering them just now?" Chaewon asked him as Changkyun shrugged. "They were talking about going to Hoseok's house for noodles." Hyunwoo then cast Chaewon a sly smile. "Hmm, that's not a bad idea." Chaewon eyed Hyunwoo as Changkyun gagged. "Gross." "You'll understand when you find someone you'll make jokes with." Hyunwoo answered. "I hope I'm not like you or Hoseok." Changkyun stated as Chaewon laughed. "No, you'll be way better." "That's right." Changkyun grinned. "Now, I'll leave you two alone like I did with the other couple." "Thanks." Hyunwoo answered as he pulled Chaewon against his body again. "Now where were we?" "Going back to work." Chaewon laughed as Hyunwoo frowned. "Fine."

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All In Fun and Games

Pairing: MX’s Shownu x OC [Chaewon] || MX’s Wonho x OC [Chaeyeon] || MX’s Jooheon x OC [Bohwa] || MX’s I.M x OC [Soomi] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 4,362 Summary: When playing simple games become more than that, especially when your friends are involved and you're not even aware that there's something more going on within them. part two (The Aftermath)

Warning: swear words and matured themes. also hasn’t been proof-read when it was last shared about three years ago~

it also features SISTAR! but other than that... i just had feelings and it was supposed to turned out differently than how it became to be. i’m not upset with it, just surprise how my writings really get a life of its own and deviate from what i originally had planned out. anyways, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Hey, everyone!" Soomi announced excitedly while standing in the living room. "Let's play Truth or Dare." "You're drunk, Mi." Bohwa, her twin sister, stated with a disapproving expression. "What? No I'm not. I'm barely tipsy." She looked at everyone else in the room. "Who wants to play?" Several voices let out quiet 'I'll play' as they joined Soomi in the center of the living room while sitting in a circle. Bohwa turned to look at her friends who were also sisters, Chaeyeon and Chaewon. "This is not gonna end nicely." She told them while taking a sip of her own drink cup. Chaeyeon chuckled. "If anything, just let her do what she wants." Bohwa stared at the older woman. "The last time she got crazily drunk she fell onto train tracks and busted her chin." "Ouch." Chaewon answered while rubbing her own chin. "Seriously?" "Seriously."

Just as Chaeyeon was about to speak, she felt someone grabbing a hold of her hand, and turned to see Hoseok standing before her with a silly grin. "Yes?" She let out in confusion while trying to tug her hand out of the male's grip, but he held on to hers firmly. "Come join me." He innocently said, but the way his eyes danced told her something else. "Join you where?" "IN THE CLOSET!" Someone yelled out and Chaeyeon and the other two turned to look for the source among the circle of players. "Excuse me?!" Chaeyeon let out as she finally got her hand out of Hoseok's grip. "What did you say, Changkyun?" The younger male grinned at her. "Hoseok got dared to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with you." "I'm not even playing. Why do I have to do it? Who dared him anyways?" Changkyun proudly pointed at himself. "Now go have fun with Hoseok in the closet."

Chaeyeon was about to protest once more, but Hoseok had already grabbed a hold of her hand again and pulled her towards the nearest closet with Changkyun aiding the resisting Chaeyeon. "I am not-" The door was slammed shut with Minhyuk and Jooheon pushing the sofa in front of it so that the duo inside couldn't get out and then sat on it to add more weight. Loud banging could be heard from the other side. "You guys do know that she's going to kill you once this is over, right?" Chaewon told them with a laugh after taking a sip of her drink. "We know." The trio answered with a nod of their heads as Changkyun passed them their cups. "We know." "Alright, so who's next?" Soomi asked once that little excitement was over. "Since Hoseok is preoccupied."

"He might be preoccupied for more than seven minutes." Changkyun chuckled as he returned to his spot and cast a glance at the closet. "Actually, he might not even return for the rest of it." "Yah, don't even start." Hyorin scolded him, but let out a chuckle afterwards. "Although they would have like the cutest babies if they do more than just kiss." "Well, it's more like if Chaeyeon stops denying her feelings for the guy." Jihyun added with a laugh while looking over at Chaewon. "Right, Chaewon?" "Yeah, totally, Jihyun." Chaewon agreed. "I'm more than happy to be an aunt in ten months." "Wow, guys." Bohwa let out with a shake of her head although a smile was apparent on her face. "Just wow."

"Hey, can we continue with the game and not discuss Chaeyeon and Hoseok's possible future life?" Kihyun asked trying to get them all back on track. "I have a good dare that I want to give someone." "And what dare is that?" Bora asked him while Kihyun grinned in her direction. "That's for you to find out like everyone else." "Alright, alright, guys. We keep getting distracted. Go, Changkyun since it's still your turn since Hoseok's not here." Soomi told him as Changkyun looked about the room to see who could be his next possible target. "Hyungwon, truth or dare?" "Hmm? I'm not playing." Hyungwon stated as he lazily looked at his friend while leaning against another sofa. "Then why are you a part of the circle?"

"I was already here before you guys decided to set up the circle here." Hyungwon answered curtly. "I never said that I would play." "Why didn't you just move?" "I was here first." "Ah, whatever. Dasom, truth or dare?" Changkyun asked to the person next to him. "Truth." Dasom answered as Changkyun groaned. "That is just too safe. Um..." He pondered on what question to ask her. "Out of the people in this room, who would you date?" "No one." "DON'T LIE!" Minhyuk practically screamed twice as loud as Changkyuk has first screamed, but toned done his voice when the girls shot him a look. "I mean, don't lie." "I'm not lying. None of you are my type." "Wait, Hyunwoo is a tough guy. You like tough guys." Jooheon stated as he patted Hyunwoo on the shoulder who had joined him and Minhyuk on the couch.

"He's too robotic for me." Dasom chuckled as Hyunwoo just stared blankly not even sure what was going on. "Don't you fall for the innocent type anyways that have no experience?" Hyorin asked before dowing her cup and getting up to get another one. "Yeah, but whatever. Enough about me. Soomi, truth or dare?" "Dare!" Soomi answered with a ready expression. "Uh, I dare you to..." "Please make it a small dare, Dasom. I do not want to take care of her later tonight." Bohwa told the younger female. "Psh, I can take care of myself, Hwa." "Says the girl who gets crazy when she drinks." "Yeah, so what?" "I don't know what to do then." Dasom let out with a sheepish laugh until Kihyun butted in. "Here. Make her do this." He whispered his dare into Dasom's ear who relayed it for Soomi to do. "Soomi, I dare you to go skinny dipping in the swimming pool." "KAY!"

Soomi abruptly stood up and dashed out of the apartment with Bohwa glaring at Kihyun. "Why?!" Kihyun shrugged indifferently as Bohwa chased after her older twin. "Soomi, please don't!" A majority of the others followed after to see what would the outcome be while Chaewon, Hyungwon, and the two in the closet stayed behind. Of course Hoseok and Chaeyeon had no idea what was going on on the other side of the door. "Can you pass me a pillow, Hyungwon?" Chaewon asked as she crashed onto the sofa that was blocking the closet door. "No. These are mine." Hyungwon smirked as he horded all five pillows against his body while lying on the other couch now. "Don't be stingy. I just want one." "That's still one less than what I would already have."

"Fckn Hyungwon, just give me one you brat." Chaewon let out a bit frustrated as she marched over to the tall male and tried to pry a pillow from him. Hyungwon turned over making it harder for her to take one from him. "Ugh, you're so annoying." Chaewon then sat on top of him. "Ahh, my back. Get off me, Chaewon." "Give me a pillow first." "Get off of me first." "No. "Why don't you just go sleep in one of the bedrooms instead?" "Because I don't trust Bora and the other three. Who knows what they could have done in their rooms." "Like the sofas any better." "True, but it's safer than their bedrooms." "That's true, too." "Now give me a fckn pillow." Chaewon grabbed a hold of one and tried to yank it from underneath Hyungwon while Hyungwon was trying to buck Chaewon off of him, but the two ended up tumbling off of the couch in the process.

"OK, this is unexpected." Bora let out with a surprised tone seeing the duo's limbs tangled together. "I thought you wanted to be an aunt?" Jihyun asked with an amused expression while watching the duo try to untangle themselves from one another. "I do." Chaewon answered in a huff once she freed herself from the tall male. "Why?" "Weren't you and Hyungwon just getting it on just now?" Chaewon and Hyungwon stared at one another while standing up and then at the others and then back at one another. "No. I was just trying to get myself a pillow, but this brat wouldn't give me one." Chaewon clarify as Hyungwon gathered his pillows and settled back onto the sofa like nothing happened. "This bish." Chaewon eyed him as Hyungwon tiredly smiled at her.

"Where are the others?" Chaewon asked noticing only the two of them had returned. "Uh, let's just say that Soomi's dare ended up including the others going down with her." Jihyun laughed while looking over at Bora. "Yeah, they're all outside waiting for us to bring them towels." A few seconds later, the quartet then heard weird noises and sounds coming from the closet. "Oh, they're finally doing it." Hyungwon nonchalantly commented as the female trio looked at him. "I don't think so." Bora said otherwise just as a male high pitched scream could be heard and the four looked at one another in alarm. "What is she doing to him in there?" Jihyun asked to no one in particular as Chaewon shrugged. "I don't even wanna know."

Another scream could be heard to which it was Hoseok again, then a very loud and hard thump sound was made against the door, and then it went quiet. "Should we call one-one-nine?" Hyungwon asked in concern as he stared at the closet door. "She could have literally killed him, y'know." The quartet soon heard soft muffled and scuffling sounds that neither of them could make out. "Or maybe they just like it rough and are trying to restrain themselves from being too loud." Jihyun chuckled as Bora walked off somewhere. "What do you think Chaewon?" Chaewon looked at her friend. "I don't know what to think, Ji. They're both weird and unpredictable." She then smirked. "I just know that they liked one another, except Yeon just likes denying her feelings for Hoseok like always." "Tell us something we don't know." Hyungwon stated as he closed his eyes to return to the Dream World.

"Alright, Chaewon, take the towels to the others as Jihyun, Hyungwon, and I try to check out the scene within the closet." Bora instructed the younger woman once she returned with several towels. "Wait. Why do I have to stay?" Hyungwon asked with a pout after opening his eyes. "Because you're a man and we may need male strength." Bora stated with a grin. "But I don't want to be involve. Not if it's something like that." "You already are." Jihyun grinned at him while patting his shoulder and then looked at Chaewon. "Since it was practically our fault those two ended up like that, we'll take care of it as you deliver those towels to the others. You might wanna hurry. It's been a while." "Oh yeah." Chaewon left the apartment as Hyungwon glared at the two older woman. "You're just gonna leave the two in there, aren't ya?"

"Yup." The two females grinned as they high-five one another. "Then why do I need to be involve in the first place?" He asked still annoyed that his sleep was being disturbed. "You don't. We just wanted to send Chaewon down with the others." Bora informed him while Jihyun pulled him off of the couch. "Now, let's go get something to eat as we leave the two lovebirds in the closet." "But what if Chaewon and the others returned?" Hyungwon asked as he sadly look at the couch. "Chaewon won't. She'll get occupy at the pool once she gets there. So will the other pairs. Trust me." Bora stated as she pushed him out of the apartment with Jihyun leading the way. "And the others will join us to get food when everything works out." "When what works out?" Hyungwon asked as he looked at his friends. "Don't worry about it. Let's just go get food. I'll buy you all the spam you want." "Call."

Chaewon soon entered the pool area and saw that everyone was actually playing in the water in their undergarments. She dropped the towels onto a nearby folded chair and walked over to the edge of the pool. "So you guys are all okay now?" She asked as Minhyuk was the closes one to her and answered. "Yeah, you should join us." "Haha, ahh, no thanks." Changkyun swam over and splashed her. "Ugh, you brat." "It won't matter when you get in. You'll love it, especially when Hyunwoo is shirtless." Changkyun grinned while pointing with his thumb behind him. "I know how much you wanted to see his bod." "I do not." "That's not what you told me." "I didn't tell you anything." "Maybe that was Chaeyeon."

"They're not that alike, Changkyun." Minhyuk told him. "Even I know the difference between the two at a glance." "Whatever." Changkyun splashed Chaewon again. "C'mon, get in." "No and stop splashing me." "No. Don't want to." He splashed her again and Chaewon moved out of the way, but felt herself back into someone. "Oh, hi, Hyunwoo." She greeted the bulky male with an awkward smile. "I didn't see you there. Weren't you on the other side of the pool?" "Hi, Chaewon. I was, but I noticed you brought the towels." He smiled at her with those cute eye-smiles of his. "Are you going to join us, too?" He asked tossing the used towel onto another chair "Uh..." "Yeah she does! She also wants you as her chicken partner." Changkyun inputted with a playful look. "Oh, yeah, let's play chicken!" Soomi let out with excitement as she pointed at Changkyun. "Changkyun's my partner!!" "Call!"

"And Bohwa and Jooheon can be partners!" Soomi continued with laughter as Bohwa splashed her twin. "Soomi!" "Oh, but I wanted Jooheon." Hyorin pouted in a playful manner. "OK, Hyorin, you can have him." Bohwa simply agreed with a laugh as Jooheon looked from one female to the other in disbelief. "I know I'm a hot commodity and all, but you ladies can't just treat me like this." "Oh then you can be with Dasom instead." Hyorin told him with a laugh as she placed an arm around Kihyun. "Kihyun's my partner." "Since when?" "Since now." "Alright." Kihyun agreed easily with a chuckle. "Wait a minute." Minhyuk interrupted. "Dasom's my partner." 'Yeah, I already agreed to be his for the chicken game." Dasom added with a smile as she looked over at Bohwa with a grin. "That means you and Jooheon are partners."

"I guess he is." Bohwa answered with an indifferent shrug as Jooheon looked over at the older girl. "Do you not want to be my partner, Bohwa?" "I didn't say that." "You make it sound like you did." "I didn't say anything, Jooheon." "Ugh, either get a room or come and play." Soomi told them as she was already on Changkyun's shoulder. "The others are already ready, too." She swept her right arm at the other two pairs while Jenny looked at Chaewon and Jooheon looked at Hyunwoo. "Chaewon/Hyunwoo isn't ready either." The duo said at the same time. "We were just getting ready." Hyunwoo answered for the both of them as he slowly jumped into the swimming pool and turned his back towards Chaewon. "Hop on."

Chaewon was hesitant and looked at the others where Bohwa was already situated onto Jooheon's shoulders. "Sorry. I don't have my swimsuit on." "Girl, who cares. We're all in our panties anyways." Soomi dismissed with a laugh. "Yeah, you don't have to be so shy, Chaewon." Hyorin teased as she gathered up some water in her cupped hand and tossed some in Chaewon's direction. "It's only for tonight anyways." "Yeah, Chaewon. Join us since Chaeyeon is busy." Dasom added with a chuckle. "If she wasn't, then she would have totally joined us." "Yeah right. She and Hyungwon would have destroyed us all." Minhyuk stated with a laugh while patting Dasom's calves. "I think we would have lost within a second with those two as a team." "Yeah, I agree with that."

"C'mon Chaewon. We're not playing Truth or Dare anymore. We're just playing Chicken." Kihyun tried to persuade the older female to play so that he could finally get his revenge on Changkyun from last time as soon as possible. "I guess." Chaewon finally relented as she quickly stripped off her shirt and shorts with the others letting out catcalls and whistles. "Haha, funny. Not." Chaewon told them as she gingerly held onto Hyunwoo's shoulders as she debated how to position herself onto his shoulders. "Oh my gawd, Chaewon. Just hurry up and wrapped your legs around his neck like you would wrap them around his body like you two would during sex." Jooheon let out annoyed with how long Chaewon was taking.

Chaewon was about to put one leg over Hyunwoo's shoulder until hearing the words coming out of Jooheon's mouth where she instead fell into the pool in the process. "I can't believe you just said that, Jooheon!" Chaewon said in shock as she resurfaced. "Why would you even say that?!" She glared at the laughing male who accidentally dropped Bohwa when he tilted back in laughter. "Whaa!" "Oh shit. Sorry, Bohwa." "What is even going on now?" Soomi asked as she joined in the laughter and was holding onto Changkyun's hair. "Ahh, stop tugging, Soomi." Changkyun winced as he tried to ease Soomi's fingers out of his hair. "That hurts." "I thought you like it rough?" Soomi countered with even more laughter as Hyorin just looked at everyone with a wry smile. "Why is everyone being so dirty tonight?"

"Hyo, I thought you enjoyed dirty stuff?" Kihyun asked her with a sly look as Hyorin bopped him on the head. "I like dirty jokes, Kihyun, thank you very much." "Oh, please, Hyo. You're not that innocent." Dasom remarked with a laugh. "Don't you remember that guy, Jooyoung or whatever from Club Starship?" "Oh yeah, right, Som. Whatever happen to him after that night?" "You told him a false name and number." "Oh yeah, I did." Hyorin laughed at the memory. "He was definitely a cutie and real good in bed. Damn. I wish I gave him my real name and number." "Please, Hyorin. We don't want to hear about your sex escapades." Minhyuk let out with a roll of his eyes. "We all know how much of a hoe you are when we go out clubbing, Hyo."

"Oh whatever. Hyuk." Hyorin splashed him. "I'm only a hoe when it comes to sexy good-looking men I totally wanna lie with." "That's like practically every time we go out clubbing. Or anywhere, actually." Soomi remarked with a laugh as her arms were now wrapped around Changkyun's neck. "You're a total hoe, Hyo." "Well, that's better than being incredibly wild and crazily drunk, Mi." Hyorin countered playfully as Soomi shrugged her shoulders in agreement. "I am what I am." "Hey, that's my line." Changkyun told her while glancing up at her. "Well then, I learned from the best." She patted him on the cheek. "You're so cute." "Wait, no. Listen, listen. I am not cute. So don't go around saying shiet like that, Mi." "Haha, you're so adorable, Kyun." Changkyun let out a defeated sigh as Soomi laughed.

"So, are we playing or not?" Chaewon finally asked once she was situated onto Hyunwoo's shoulders. "We've been waiting for like ten minutes." Hyunwoo added expressionless. "Yeah, right." Minhyuk retorted. "It hasn't even been that long." "You're one to talk." Kihyun snorted. "You can't even tell time." "I know that it's time to kick your ass when the game starts." "Yeah, bring it on then." "I thought you had beef with Changkyun?" Jooheon asked Kihyun as Kihyun shrugged. "I can have beef with whoever I want." "Which reminds me. Don't you owe Chaeyeon beef noodles from that one bet?" Bohwa asked the younger male as Kihyun's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit. I do. How long ago was that again?" "Three weeks ago, I think." "Fuck. Now I owe her macarons, a Gudetama doll, and that Harry Potter screenplay book thing on top of the damn beef noodles."

"How did it go from a bowl of noodles to all of that?" Dasom asked confused as Kihyun explained. "For every week that I'm late on delivering my promise to her, Yeon adds in another item that I now owe her." "Damn, you fucked up." Soomi told him with a laugh as Chaewon added her input. "You better get on it or she'll keep adding more shit." "I know. I know. Don't remind me." Kihyun let out a bit annoyed. "I should have not bet against her on who could hold their own." Minhyuk tsked. "Kihyun, you should have known Chaeyeon is a heavyweight." "Yeah, Hyuk, I learned that three weeks ago. Thanks for the late reminder." "Welcome." "Yo," Hyunwoo spoke up. "Are we going to play or not?"

"Um, can we not?" Hyorin asked changing her mind. "I forgot I work in six hours." "I agree. It's getting pretty chilly, too." Dasom added while rubbing her shoulders and letting out a yawn. "Plus, I'm getting super sleepy." "Oh, me, too." Bohwa second letting out a yawn of her own. "I want sleep. Need sleep. Like right now." Chaewon glared at the three of them. "And here you guys insist I join you guys. What a waste of my time and getting wet." "Well, at least we helped you get wet for some sexy time later on, Won." Soomi stated with a loud laugh. "I think you'll make a great mom than an aunt." Chaewon looked over at Soomi with a slightly mortified look. "You did not just say that."

"I did and I will totally add more to it, girlfriend." Soomi wriggled her eyebrows mischievously before Chaewon could stop her friend. "Hyunwoo, Chaewon likes you and wants you to fcuk her senseless since the day we all met at Changkyun's eighteenth birthday." "Oh, my, gawd." Chaewon let out in horror as she slid off of Hyunwoo's shoulders and got out of the pool. "I am so out of here." She hurried to gathered her clothes, a towel, and darted off as she was completely embarrassed by what Soomi had just told Hyunwoo and the other boys as the girls knew how she felt for the guy already. "Are you being serious right now?" Hyunwoo asked with a shock look, but a silly grin was becoming apparent upon his lips. "She likes me for two years now?"

"No shit, Sherlock. It's kind of obvious." Kihyun stated, but then pondered for a bit. "But then again, you are kind of clueless about such things anyways." Hyunwoo soon got out of the pool, grabbed his used towel, and chased after Chaewon. "Well, it looks like the Lee sisters are gonna get some tonight." Jooheon chuckled while Bohwa splashed him and then he looked up. "What? You wanna get lucky, too, Hwa?" "Don't tempt me, Jooheon." Bohwa told him as she pushed his head away from looking at her. "There's just too much shit to take in right now." "Shit, girl, I'll take you right here, right now." "Ugh, Jooheon, please don't. I wanna enjoy the pool while it's still clean." Minhyuk told them as Changkyun splashed him. "It's not though. I peed like five times already."

Everyone made a face. "Ugh, T-M-I, Changkyun. T-M-I." Soomi told him as she slid off of his shoulders and swam away from him. "And I was on your shoulders when you did that. Nasty." Changkyun grinned at her. "Hey, I never said that I was always a good boy, Mi." "Dirty boy." Soomi splashed him, but Changkyun splashed her back in response. "Seriously though, why is everyone being so dirty tonight?" Hyorin asked again with a laugh. "We're usually not like this, but tonight everyone is just way too comfortable or something." "What kind of alcohol did you mix together?" Kihyun asked her as Hyorin looked down at him. "Good question." She laughed as she shook her head and slid off of his shoulders. "I don't remember what we put in. Do you Dasom?"

Dasom shook her head. "I have no idea either. I think Bora did all the mixing." "That would explain it." Minhyuk said as Dasom slid off of his shoulders as well while he massaged them. "After tonight, I'm afraid of what the outcome would be once we slept this off." "You're telling me." Bohwa let out tiredly as she got out of the pool. "I don't think I can handle another situation after this one." "Actually, Bohwa," Jooheon joined her afterwards. "Could you help me with something?" "With what?" "I'll tell you on the way." He grinned at her while dragging her off somewhere else as she questioned him what he needed help with. "Damn, six people are definitely getting lucky tonight." Soomi remarked with a pout. "Lucky people." "Why? Do you wanna join the lucky club, too?" Changkyun asked her with a suggestive smile.

Soomi looked over at the younger male with a knowing smirk. "If you're game for it." He returned the same gesture. "I'm always game when you're the other player." "Let's go." The duo also got out of the pool and headed off somewhere like the other two pairs. "Damn, we should of have Bora make the drinks and done this a long time ago." Kihyun let out with a shake of his head although he let out a laugh. "But that was so awkward just now." "Not as awkward as hearing the whole shiet from Hoseok and Chaeyeon to Soomi and Changkyun." Minhyuk added with a shudder. "I could have gone without that." "You're telling me." Dasom agreed. "I don't think I'm ready to babysit four kids at once." Hyorin laughed and then thought about it. "Actually, I wouldn't mind babysitting." "Alright, let's go join the others." Kihyun said getting out first. "I'm done playing games and I'm hungry."

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Pairing: SKZ’s Hyunjin x OC [Chaewon] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 2,055 Summary: Hyunjin likes Chaewon, but he has no clue if she likes him or not since he can’t really read her. Not until someone else spills the beans does he get his answer.

Warning: maybe some curse words. that’s about it.

oh look. another Stray Kids fic. i swear i wanna write for the other boys, but whatever happens and so here it is. lol anyways, i didn’t know what to actually title this and so yeah. happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Hey." Hyunjin called out for Chaewon's attention, but she ignored him too busy with working on her English Composition homework while one of her dramas played as background noise on her iPad Mini.

The duo were currently hanging out in Chaewon's living room awaiting the return of their other four friends from the convenient store. Well, it was more like Hyunjin was the one waiting for his friends while Chaewon was waiting for her little brother, Jeongin, to return home with her snacks. Hyunjin could have gone with his friends, but he opted to stay behind and keep Chaewon company instead. Chaewon didn't want his company, but Hyunjin insisted and that was how the duo were currently. Then again, Chaewon could have gone into her room to study and listen to her drama, but it was a mess and she didn't feel like cleaning it at the moment.

"Chaewon." Hyunjin called out her name again.

He received the same response.

"Yang Chaewon."

Still no response from the female who continued to scribble away on her notebook with her left hand and would go back and forth between the pages of her textbook with the other. Hyunjin pouted while glaring at Chaewon's figure from the couch he was occupying while playing his Nintendo Wii U.

"You're such a bad girlfriend." Hyunjin commented not expecting Chaewon to hear him as she's been ignoring him for the past three times since he'd last spoken.

"What?" Chaewon responded with a confused look directed at Hyunjin.

"You heard that?"

"Yeah."

"But you couldn't hear me when I called out to you before then?"

"Oh, I heard you, but I didn't feel like responding to you."

Chaewon was about to go back to her studies, but Hyunjin wasn't done talking.

"But why would you respond to that?"

"Because I'm not your girlfriend."

Hyunjin grew a bit flustered, but tried to remain calm about what Chaewon had just stated.

"I know that."

Chaewon scoffed.

"Then why say it in the first place?"

"I was just saying that you would be a bad one if you were someone else's girlfriend."

"Yeah, your opinion doesn't matter. Anyways, I would be a great girlfriend, thank you very much."

"Says you, Chaewon."

"Obviously, Hwang Hyunjin."

Chaewon chuckled at the situation before going back to her studies like nothing happened. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was frowning at the turn of events and wasn't sure how to go about it. He also lost interest in the game that he had been playing and was now glaring at the back of her head.

"Stop mad-dogging me."

Chaewon's voice broke Hyunjin out of his staring contest at Chaewon's head.

"I wasn't mad-dogging you." He denied as his eyes gazed down at the screen of the Nintendo Wii U.

"Sure you weren't."

Silence fell between them. The only sound was from Chaewon's iPad Mini and the scribbling from her pen.

"What makes you think you'll be a great girlfriend?" Hyunjin asked a moment later.

"Why do you care?" Chaewon asked instead still focused on her studies.

"Can I not care?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Sheesh, shut up."

"No. I wanna know."

"Why are you so curious to know the answer?"

Chaewon shifted her body to face Hyunjin before speaking again not giving him a chance to answer.

"Because it doesn't concern you, Hwang Hyunjin."

"Hey, that's mean. I thought we were friends."

"You're actually a friend of my brother. We're not friends."

"Technically, Chaewon, that does make us friends. You've been hanging out with us for a long while now."

Hyunjin shot her a smug look as she rolled her eyes.

"No. It's because you guys always hang out here for some reason and I'm force to be around you guys."

"Aww and I thought it was because of my awesome charms that made you actually stick around."

Chaewon scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

"Charms my ass. You're the most annoying out of all of them."

Hyunjin's jaw dropped upon being offended.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excuse."

Chaewon mused while motioning a hand at the door.

"That's not what I meant."

"Well, I did."

"Wow, rude. And here I was gonna confess my feelings for you, but I see how you is."

"You have feelings for me?" Chaewon questioned with a suspicious tone. "You're joking, right?"

Hyunjin froze upon exposing himself, but became confused upon Chaewon reacting differently about it.

"I'm not joking, Chaewon."

"You're serious?" She asked for a double confirmation.

"Yes. I'm serious." He confirmed.

"You're lying."

"I'm not. I really like you."

"That's just so weird."

"Why is it weird?"

"Because you're my little brother's friend. That's why."

"What's wrong with that? I can't have feelings for you because I'm Jeongin's friend?"

"Yeah, basically."

"That's a stupid reason, Chaewon." Hyunjin remarked. "Just like how you think I'm annoying. Jisung's more annoying than me."

"Y'all both annoying." She deadpanned and Hyunjin frowned.

"So you don't like me?"

"I didn't say that."

"So you do like me?"

"I didn't say that either."

Hyunjin grew curious as he moved off of the couch and sat beside Chaewon. She edged herself away not happy that he invaded her personal bubble.

"Which is it?" Hyunjin inquired. "It can't be both. You either like me or you don't."

Chaewon shrugged her shoulders in response with a small smile.

"Gah, you're so frustrating."

Hyunjin ruffled his hair in annoyance before shooting Chaewon a slight glare.

"Why do you always act and respond so indifferently about everything?"

Chaewon scoffed.

"What? Do you want me to react like one of those female leads when their crush notices them or tells them that they like them?"

Before Hyunjin could respond, Chaewon clasped her hands together with a loving expression on her face and spoke in a higher pitch than usual.

"Oh, Hyunjin. I've waited so long for you to confess to me. I can't believe you feel the same way as I do after all of these years. This is a dream come true. Let's go on a date and have a magical adventure filled with rainbows and unicorns."

She dropped the act and cast him disgusted look.

"Bleh. I'm sorry that I'm not the most enthusiastic about my feelings and emotions, but that doesn't mean I can't convey them in a different way than others."

Hyunjin just stared at her and Chaewon let out a sigh while turning away from him. She closed her books and stacked them atop of one another.

"Tell Jeongin to leave my snacks in the kitchen." Chaewon informed Hyunjin as she was about to stand up and walk away from Hyunjin, but he quickly reached out a hand to prevent her from leaving.

"Wait, Chae-"

Hyunjin firmly wrapped a hand around her forearm, but in the process he had tugged her back as well and yanked too hard causing Chaewon to stumbled atop of him. Her materials scattered all over the floor due to letting them go so that she could break her fall and not end up on landing on the male. Of course, things don't go the way she had wanted them to and Chaewon accidentally elbowed Hyunjin in the face while also falling on top of him. Chaewon scrambled off of Hyunjin with a concern look as the male cradle his injured face.

"Are you okay? Hold on."

Chaewon rushed off towards the kitchen as Hyunjin groaned in pain while trying to sit back up. He gingerly moved himself towards the couch so that he could rest his back against it. He leaned his head upon the cushion of the sofa while resting his eyes hoping everything would just calm down. Everything happened too fast and he wasn't sure what to make of it. A moment later he jerked awake and upright when he felt something cold against his right cheek. Chaewon had pressed a cloth filled with ice against his face.

"Thanks." Hyunjin mumbled.

"Mmhmm." Chaewon hummed as she regarded him a bit.

"Will you be okay?"

Hyunjin removed the ice filled cloth before touching his face with the other hand. The pain subsided, but there was still a very minor ached. Plus, he liked the attention that Chaewon was giving him and didn't want it to end just yet.

"I'll be fine if you give it a kiss."

Chaewon's facial expression of concern turned to one of annoyance.

'Yeah, you're fine. Anyways, you should ask your girlfriend or maybe boyfriend to do that for you."

"I like you, Chaewon, and it would definitely happen if you were my girlfriend, but you won't tell me if you like me or not so I can't ask."

"You do know that dating comes first before popping that sort of question, right? Who agrees to be someone's girlfriend just upon being confessed to?"

"Some people do it."

"Well I'm not like some people, okay."

"Oh?" Hyunjin let out in surprise as a grin adorn his face shortly afterwards. "So, should I take you out on a few dates and then ask you to be my girlfriend?"

"No."

"But you just-"

"Take me on a few dates, Hyunjin. After dating for a while you'll tell me again that you really like me, and then I'll let you know if I wanna be your girlfriend or not."

"What if that doesn't work out?"

"Then you won't know if I like you or not."

"Ugh. How annoying. Just tell him you actually like him and we can all stopped hearing how much he likes you and what not." A third voice stated and the duo turned to see the quartet had returned.

Jeongin was the one that had spoken just now.

"Chaewon likes me?" Hyunjin asked the younger male.

"Yes. She has liked you for about a year now." Jeongin informed his friend.

"How do you know that?" Chaewon asked with a cautious look.

"I overheard you telling your friends that a few weeks ago. Now, just date and we can all move on with our lives."

"You little shit. You told me you didn't hear anything."

"I lied. Now do you want your chips or not?"

"I do."

Jeongin handed his sister her bag of snacks. A few seconds later, Chaewon felt a poke to her cheek. She turned towards the culprit.

"What do you want, Hwang Hyunjin?"

"Aww, don't be that way, Chaewon." Hyunjin replied with a cute smile. "Let's go on a date."

"No."

"Ohh, burn!" Jisung exclaimed with a laugh.

"Shut your mouth, Han Jisung!" Hyunjin yelled at him.

"Make me, Hwang Hyunjin!" Jisung fired back.

"Would you two please not yell while I'm eating." Seungmin said while shooting his two friends a look. "Can't the two of you be civil like Felix and Chaewon."

The trio turned their attention to the duo where Felix was explaining some things to Chaewon about her English Composition homework.

"Alright, so basically this means that-"

Felix was interrupted by Hyunjin coming over and shutting the book closed.

"Uh, excuse you." Chaewon said while directing the words at Hyunjin.

"He's excused." Hyunjin dismissed Felix while making a 'shooing away' motion with his hand.

Felix backed off with a knowing laugh.

"All you had to do was just say it."

"I want alone time." Hyunjin stated a second later.

"Go ahead. No one's stopping you." Chaewon remarked while motioning towards the door.

"I meant with you." Hyunjin clarifed as he grabbed her extended hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Ohhhhh!" The quartet cooed in amusement upon witnessing the scene before them.

"Shut up." Chaewon barked at the quartet, but that just made them jest more.

"Hyunjin and Chaewon sitting in a tree..." The quartet suddenly broke out into singing while clapping.

Chaewon just tuned them out as Hyunjin continued to pull her along and in to the kitchen.

"Now that we're away," Hyunjin began, but Chaewon interrupted him.

"But we're not."

"True, but we could be."

Chaewon let out a small, defeated sigh with a nod.

"Fine, Hyunjin. You win. Let's go on a date."

"Yay!"

Hyunjin enveloped Chaewon into a hug while letting out a small cheer in victory. Chaewon should have expected that, but it was always a surprise whenever Hyunjin expressed himself with skinship, especially towards her. She returned the hug as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.