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pnutbutter-n-j-elyy · 2 months ago

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When You Need Me Most | Part 4

Jeongin x Reader (implied female but can be read as gn!)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

MASTERLIST

It seemed that Jeongin hadn’t realized it only took the bare minimum to kickstart your fall.

And it seemed he took after the most dramatic hyung; thinking grand over the top displays of romance were the key to your fragile heart.

It started with the billboard.

You were on your way to the doctors, your tired eyes staring at the street ahead as you sipped on an iced coffee. You heard honking and looked at what the commotion was about. You realized someone a dozen cars up in the morning traffic was leaning out their window to take a picture of a billboard.

A billboard with your face on it.

Or a painting of your face. A pretty damn accurate one at that.

Damn you Hwang Hyunjin. Can’t you say no to your [precious little baby once in a while?

You felt a flash of embarrassment as you read the words adorning the billboard.

I love you, my nabi - YJ

You moved up in the sea of traffic at the pace of a snail as more and more people were taking pictures.

“Ahhh.” You said honking, feeling frustrated at the weird warmth rising in your chest.

Next it was a flash mob.

You were innocently walking towards the JYP building to bring the boys coffee when you heard familiar music echoing through the streets.

There were people crowded around the building which made sense since it was a hub of activity for many’s favorite idols. But there were way more people than usual.

Confused, you pulled out your earbuds and pushed through the crowd to find a group of masked people that looked oddly familiar in front of the building.

Once you came into sight the music immediately started- some gushy american pop song about love you loved blaring from three separate stereo systems.

Your eyes widened when you realized why these dancers seemed so familiar- ITZY, TWICE, NEXZ, Day6 - the kids obviously.

Your heart sank when you spotted Jeongin in the center, dancing with an infectious smile by the look of his eyes above the mask, his energy radiating as he led the group through your favorite song. As they finished, the crowd erupted into applause, and you felt your face flush with embarrassment.

“What do you think?” he asked, breathless and grinning from ear to ear as he rushed over.

“Think? Jeongin, you can’t just do things like that!” you protested, shaking your head, desperate to maintain your composure. “What the hell are you thinking?!” You grit through your teeth as you hide your face from people who were taking pictures. You were upset; but grateful at the TWICE girls for blocking the cameras that were pointing towards you and I.N. - they had quickly noticed that you were uncomfortable and being girls girls helped out. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you glared at Jeongin.

It's pounding because you're angry Y/N. Not because you’re totally swooning over this. Not because the crowd thinks we’re cute together and keeps chanting for me to accept…not because this is the most romantic thing I’ve experienced. It's because I’m angry. You tried to convince yourself.

“But I wanted you to know how much you mean to me!” he argued, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Now basically the entire company knows. And they support.” He said stubbornly.

“You’re insufferable, Yang Jeongin.” You said. He grabbed the coffee carriers from your hands and let out a soft giggle, the moment he turned away a smile resting on your face for a split second.

Days turned into weeks, and Jeongin’s antics only escalated. There was the movie theater rental. Then the 1000 roses.

The fucking blimp.

“Why do you keep doing this?” you demanded one evening, arms crossed and lips pressed tightly together. “This is ridiculous!”

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Jeongin had invited you out to dinner and you were surprised by a serenade from the waiting staff. The attention from everyone made you feel like a bug under a microscope.

“Because I love you!” he shot back, a mix of frustration and affection in his voice. “Why can’t you see that?”

You huffed, trying to hold your ground. “Love isn’t supposed to be all...this! It’s supposed to be normal! I mean, you could just text me like a normal person! Or like take me on a normal date where I don’t have an entire restaurant singing me Frank Sinatra.”

“I want everyone to know how I feel! Especially you. Which is why I do it in public.” he responded, seemingly oblivious to your embarrassment.

“Your public image is at stake! What do you think people will say?”

His eyes dimmed momentarily but then brightened again with determination. “I don’t care what they say if it means making you smile! Which believe it or not Y/N I know you like these romantic gestures.”

“What’s next, Jeongin? A plane with a message?” you snapped.

“Would you like that?” he teased, his playful nature unyielding.

“My point is when is it going to stop?”

“When you become my girlfriend. So the ball is in your court Nabi-”

“Jeongin!” you groaned, frustrated. “This needs to stop! You’re making it impossible for me to breathe!”

He looked at you, genuine hurt in his eyes. “But Y/N-ah.” He whined. “I just wanted to make you feel loved.”

“No more Jeongin or the deal is off. You’re going to ruin your public image if you-”

You watched Jeongin shake his head at something behind you and when you turned you saw someone with a shocked and regretful face watching as a small heard of tiny dogs rushed at you. All with flowers in their mouths, and wagging tails as they dropped them at your feet and jumping up on their hind legs like circus performers.

You heard Jeongin groan in embarrassment.

You felt a mix of warmth and irritation flood you like a tidal wave. Such powerful emotions you felt tears fall from your eyes. “It’s too much! I love you, but I can’t handle this! You’re insane Yang Jeongin.” You couldn’t help but smile as the tears continued to fall, squatting down to pet the dogs as they happily yipped and lapped up your tears.

He blinked, confusion clouding his expression. “What did you say?”

You laughed and started wiping at your tears, not knowing what you were feeling.

“What?” You laughed out, not able to control the smile on your face, as you watched the dogs make their way back to who you assumed to be their trainer.

“You…said you loved me.”

You looked up at Jeongin, his face a mixture of shock and hope and excitement.

You quickly replayed the words you had said and your eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t mean- I meant-”

Before you could finish, he stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands, his sincerity palpable. “You love me?” His eyes were wide and curious.

You felt your heart flutter, torn between annoyance and the undeniable warmth swelling within you. You had never been one to slip up your words badly, rather you said what was constantly on your mind.

But you were stubborn. Even though you knew you were so undoubtedly in love with him.

“Jeongin, you can’t just-”

His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, igniting a spark that made you forget your stubborn resolve. When he pulled away, his eyes searched yours, hopeful yet vulnerable. “This is the happiest moment in my entire life.”

You sighed, a rueful laugh bubbling up in your chest. “Me saying I love you is the happiest moment in your life?” You asked in disbelief.

“Hm.” He said with a sharp nod, eyes twinkling.

“What about your debut?”

“No. Nothing compared to this.” His energy was infectious, and before you could say anything else, Jeongin started bouncing up and down like a little kid who had just received the best gift in the world. His excitement was so intense that it became less of a bounce and more of a shake, his whole body trembling with joy.

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips as you watched him. “Jeongin, stop. You look ridiculous,” you said, though the fondness in your voice was undeniable.

He grinned wider, shaking even harder. “I don’t care. You love me, Y/N. You said it. That’s all I care about!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the warmth that flooded your chest. “You’re seriously acting like a child right now.”

"Then I guess I’m a child in love," he shot back with a wink, still practically vibrating with excitement. "You don’t understand, Y/N. You saying that… it means everything to me." His voice wavered, growing softer.

Suddenly, the bravado slipped away, and his eyes started to gloss over with tears. “I’m so happy, Nabi,” he whispered, his lips trembling as he pouted, struggling to hold back his emotions. His usually bright, mischievous demeanor melted into something raw, something unguarded, and the sight of it made your chest tighten.

You swallowed hard, caught between wanting to comfort him and feeling overwhelmed by the weight of it all. “Jeongin, I…”

He took a shaky breath, blinking rapidly as if trying to fight off the tears, but they brimmed at the corners of his eyes. “I know I’m ridiculous,” he laughed softly, the sound shaky. “I know the billboard, the roses, the flash mobs… all of it was too much. But I didn’t know how else to show you. I wanted you to see how much I-”

“Stop,” you cut him off gently, your heart aching as you reached out to grab his hand, squeezing it tight. “It’s not that I don’t see it, Jeongin. I see it. But…” you gestured vaguely in the air, your voice trembling. “You’re risking everything- your career, your image- all for me. I don’t want you to jeopardize all of that because of some grand gestures.”

His face fell, and for a moment, you feared you’d broken something fragile between you. He pulled his hand away from yours, running it through his hair in frustration. “I don’t care about my image, Y/N. I care about you. How many times do I have to tell you? You’re not listening!”

“I am listening. But you’re not being reasonable. You should care!” you blurted, your frustration finally spilling out. “You’ve worked your whole life to get here, to be where you are. And I’m just-”

“Don’t you dare say you’re just anyone,” Jeongin interrupted, his voice sharper now, filled with emotion. “You’re not just someone, Y/N. You’re my someone.”

You stared at him, your pulse racing, feeling the weight of his words between you. His eyes were wide, shining with sincerity.

“I don’t care what anyone says about us. About me. I don’t care what I have to give up, because you-” he stepped closer, his hands cupping your face so gently, his thumbs brushing away a tear that you didn’t even realize had fallen, “-are worth more than any career, any public image, or any of this.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat as his words settled into your heart, breaking through the walls you had tried to keep up. It was terrifying, knowing he was willing to sacrifice so much, just for you.

“Jeongin…” you whispered, shaking your head. “I love you. So much I’m scared sometimes.”

His eyes softened, and he gave you a bittersweet smile. “I love you too.” He said it so casually, like it was the easiest thing in the world for him, but it hit you like a tidal wave.

“What if-” you stammered, your heart racing. “What if-”

If this ends badly. You wanted to say. But you had no room because he leaned down without hesitation and kissed you.

It was soft, hesitant, and full of every unsaid word that had been hanging between you for so long.

Well, unsaid on your end.

The world seemed to slow around you, the chaos fading as his lips moved gently against yours, and for the first time in a while, you felt like everything made sense.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath coming out shaky. “You keep trying to say you didn’t mean to say it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “But I’m glad you did. Even if its not true…”

You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him, completely disarmed. “It is true. It’s the truest thing I’ve ever said.” Your voice was barely audible, and Jeongin let out a relieved laugh.

“Thank God,” he said, placing his forehead on yours with a soft smile. “I’ll stop the blimps, the billboards, the flash mobs.” His hands slid from your face, falling to rest gently on your waist, his grip warm and steady. “I’ll stop all of it, if that’s what you want.” His nose brushed against your cheek, eliciting a soft giggle from you as he gave you feather light kisses.

You stared at him, your heart aching, unsure of how to respond. He was offering you everything, offering to quiet the chaos he had created, just for you. And yet, there was a part of you that realized something.

It wasn’t the grand gestures that overwhelmed you- it was the fact that they were for you.

“I didn’t need all of that,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t need the blimp or the roses or the billboard to know how you feel. I’ve known for a while…I was just too afraid to admit it.”

Jeongin’s brows furrowed in confusion.

You sighed, shaking your head. “It scared me. Loving you- being loved by you- it scared me. I was afraid that we’d lose everything we had if we…if we crossed that line. That we would end up like…” You frowned. “You're special to me, Innie. I didn’t want love to ruin anything.”

He let out a small, incredulous laugh, his eyes filled with so much warmth it nearly broke you. His eyes crinkled into those cute mischievous ones you loved oh so much. “Y/N, love isn’t what ruins things. It’s not love that causes the problems. It’s fear. Fear of messing up, fear of losing control. Fear that we’ll get hurt. And it’s not even really the fear. Its letting that fear control you.”

You swallowed hard, his words hitting too close to home. “But what if we do mess up? What if we ruin everything?”

He smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “We probably will. But that’s life, isn’t it? We’re going to mess up, we’re going to make mistakes. But that doesn’t mean we should stop loving each other. Or that we’re going to. You just have to push past those fears; those mistakes made, arguments had. You push past them and then your love grows stronger.”

Tears stung at the back of your eyes as you met his gaze, feeling the sincerity in his every word. He was right- love wasn’t the problem. It was the fear of it, the fear of losing something so good that kept you from truly letting go.

“You’re strangely profound tonight, Jeongin.” You giggled, more tears threatening to go. You cupped his cheek and caressed it, as he leaned into your touch looking you in the eyes. “Where’d my Innie go?”

“He grew up so he could take better care of you.” He responded softly. “I love you,” he said again, his voice full of quiet conviction. “And I don’t need a thousand roses or a flashing billboard to prove it. I just need you to trust me. Trust that we’ll figure it out together. Trust me that I’m not going to hurt you like everyone else. Trust me that I’m going to be there for you when you need me most.”

You bit your lip, nodding as a tear finally slipped down your cheek. “I do. I trust you.”

Jeongin smiled, his thumb brushing away your tears. “Good. Because I’m all in, Nabi. No more over-the-top gestures. Just…you and me.”

You let out a shaky laugh, leaning into him as he pulled you into his arms. “Just you and me,” you whispered, finally feeling the weight you thought would never leave lift from your chest.

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Two Years Later

The stadium was alive with the kind of energy only a sold-out show could create. The crowd roared with excitement, thousands of fans screaming as Stray Kids performed their final song of the night. You watched from backstage, your heart racing with pride as Jeongin worked the stage like the pro he was, every movement precise and electric.

He caught your eye for a brief second from across the stage and flashed that familiar grin, the one that still made your stomach flip even after all these years. You smiled back, knowing that even after everything, he was still the same Jeongin- your Jeongin. The one who would text you random memes at 2 a.m., who would bring you snacks even when you didn’t ask, who had once rented out an entire billboard just to make sure you knew how much he loved you.

It had been quiet since then. After that night two years ago, the grand gestures stopped. No more blimps, no more flash mobs, no more roses delivered in bulk to your door. It was just the two of you now, living a quieter kind of love- a love that didn’t need to shout to be heard.

But something in the way he looked at you tonight was different. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, and you felt a twinge of curiosity in your gut.

As the final notes of the song faded out, Jeongin took a step forward, raising his hand to signal for the crowd to quiet down. His bandmates exchanged glances, a few of them smiling knowingly, and you furrowed your brows.

Something was definitely up.

“Thank you for tonight!” Jeongin shouted into the mic, in English his voice echoing through the stadium. His accent made you smile and you wanted to pinch his cheeks like the cute little baby bread he was- even if the way he looked now made him seem like “daddy toast” as Stay had put it oh so perfectly. The crowd cheered wildly in response, and you chuckled to yourself, always amazed at how much love and support he had.

But then, his voice softened. "Before we go...I, um...I have something I want to say. Or, well, maybe something I need to do." He glanced backstage, locking eyes with you again, and your stomach flipped for an entirely different reason this time.

Your eyes widened as he waved you over, the spotlight suddenly shifting in your direction. The crowd let out a collective gasp as they realized who he was looking at, murmurs of recognition rippling through the audience.

“Y/N-ah,” he called, his smile growing impossibly wider and his dimple showing. “Can you come out here for a second?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your feet felt glued to the floor. The staff nudged you forward, and you hesitated for a moment before stepping onto the stage. As you approached, Jeongin held out his hand, his eyes glowing with something beyond excitement- something deeper, more vulnerable.

Once you reached him, he took your hand in his, his grip steady and warm despite the fact that the stadium was roaring with thousands of fans. You could feel the eyes of every person in the room on you, but all you could focus on was him- Jeongin, standing there with that look in his eyes that made you feel like you were the only person in the world.

“I know I promised no more grand gestures,” he began, his voice soft but steady. “And I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

You chuckled nervously, nodding. “Yeah, you have.”

Jeongin grinned, but then his expression shifted, becoming more serious. “But the thing is…I lied.”

The crowd erupted in laughter, but you stood there, frozen in place, not sure what to expect.

He took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “A few nights ago, I was drunk- like, really drunk- and I was crying. Like full-on sobbing to the guys. And you walked in and saw me crying and the guys recording me…?” He looked at you with an expectant gaze.

And it clicked.

You felt tears starting to form.

Jeongin spoke again, turning to Stay for just a moment. “For context I was crying because I was so drunk that I saw a picture of Y/N and I and was sad because I thought the person I loved most had a boyfriend.” He chuckled. “Even thought I was literally looking at a picture of us- and I am Y/N’s boyfriend.”

The crowd bursted out laughing again, knowing that was on point for their precious maknae.

Jeongin bit his lip, his eyes glistening with emotion. “But then my hyungs started recording again because I started crying again. Harder this time.” He swallowed. “Because I realized that I’m not your husband.”

Your breath hitched, and your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest. The crowd gasped, murmurs sweeping through the stadium again, but all you could focus on was Jeongin- his trembling lips, the way his hands shook just slightly as he held yours.

“I kept telling myself that I didn’t need to do something crazy to prove how much I love you. But then I realized…I want to. I want to do one last grand gesture.”

With that, he slowly dropped to one knee.

Your hands flew to your mouth, your eyes filling with tears as you realized what was happening. Deep down you knew he was going to propose once he brought up that story, but for some reason you didn’t believe it. But now there was no denying it.

The entire stadium fell silent, the weight of the moment settling in like a wave crashing down.

Jeongin looked up at you, his smile trembling as he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. “Baby…I know I’ve been over the top before. I know I’ve done a lot of wild, stupid things. But this isn’t one of them. This-” he opened the box to reveal a stunning ring, the lights catching the diamonds in a way that made it sparkle like a star, “ - is the one thing I’m doing because I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”

Your breath hitched, your vision blurring as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Will you marry me, Nabi?” His voice cracked slightly, the vulnerability in his words breaking your heart in the best way possible. “Because I can’t imagine a life where I’m not the one by your side. I don’t need blimps or billboards. I just need you.”

The silence in the stadium was deafening, every single person holding their breath as they waited for your answer.

You swallowed hard, your voice shaking as you whispered, “Yes. Yes, Innie.”

The crowd exploded in cheers, the noise so loud it felt like the stadium itself might burst apart. But all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat rising in your ears, pounding in your chest as Jeongin stood up, pulling you into his arms.

He kissed you then, in front of thousands of screaming fans, in the middle of the most important moment of both your lives. It was soft, gentle, and filled with so much love that it made your knees weak.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and laughing through your tears, Jeongin looked down at you with the same adoring smile he’d always had. “I guess I broke my promise about no more grand gestures, huh?”

You chuckled, wiping at your tears. “I think I’ll let this one slide.”

Jeongin grinned, his eyes sparkling as he slid the ring onto your finger. “Good. Because this is the only one that really mattered.”

You looked at the ring then up at Jeongin who was crying now too. Suddenly, it all became too much. The adrenaline, the disbelief, the overwhelming joy- it hit you like a tidal wave. You turned away from Jeongin, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, and squatted down, covering your face with your hands. The tears came pouring out uncontrollably, your entire body trembling as you tried to process everything that had just happened.

The cheers from the crowd were deafening, but you could still hear the boys- your boys; you family -in the background, reacting to what had just unfolded.

Lee Know tried to maintain his composure, but even he couldn’t stop the flood of emotions that broke through. He was crying, full fledged crying and clinging to Changbin which was a strange and unfamiliar sight to you. Changbin’s grin was impossibly wide, despite the tears rolling down his face. He leaned into Lee Know, giving him a hard smack on the back as if to say, “Can you believe this? Our maknae - our little baby did it.”

Chan, had crumbled into a full sob as well, his shoulders shaking as he wiped furiously at his eyes, looking at Jeongin with a mixture of pride and disbelief. He was holding onto Han, who was also crying but trying to comfort his hyung at the same time, patting his back as tears streamed down his own cheeks.

Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin were all huddled up crying as well, trying to pull someone up onto the stage. You couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal as your favorite Aussie - sorry Channie, sorry Lix - came running to you from the crowd.

She didn’t care as she pushed Jeongin out of the way to fall onto the ground and hug her best friend.

“Oh my GOD!! Y/N, my love!!” Hannah cried as she clung to you, pulling back to look at your face.

All of them - every single one of them - were crying, their hearts bursting with happiness for the youngest member of their group, the boy they’d watched grow from a shy teenager into a man who was standing on stage, proposing to the love of his life.

And Stay…Stay was losing their minds.

It was as if they didn’t know whether to cheer, cry, or scream. Some fans had tears streaming down their faces, waving their lightsticks in support. A collective wave of emotion washed through the crowd as the realization hit- Jeongin, their precious maknae, was in love. Truly, deeply in love. And it wasn’t just some fleeting romance; it was real, profound, the kind of love you could only dream about.

Some fans covered their faces in disbelief, others jumped up and down in pure joy, and more than a few had collapsed into sobs, overwhelmed by the moment. Their phones were held high in the air, capturing every second of this life-altering event. They knew this wasn’t just a regular concert anymore- it was history in the making. Probably the most elaborate proposal one had seen. A story that would be told for years to come.

Jeongin stood there, watching you cling to Hannah with a soft, tender smile, and then, without saying a word, he crouched down beside you. He didn’t pull you up immediately, just rested a gentle hand on your back, giving you the space you needed to breathe, to process. After a moment, you peeked up at him through your fingers, a half-sob, half-laugh escaping your lips as you took in his watery smile.

“I’m really sorry for this,” Jeongin murmured, his voice still shaky with emotion, “but I couldn’t wait any longer.”

You shook your head, laughing through your tears as you wiped at your face. “I should’ve known you’d find a way to break your promise.”

He chuckled softly, his hand still rubbing comforting circles on your back. “Just this one time. I couldn’t help it, Nabi.”

Finally, you stood up, still feeling weak in the knees, Hannah letting you use her as a crutch, and Jeongin pulled you into his arms. He held you so tight it was as if he was afraid you might slip away, his chin resting on top of your head as you both soaked in the moment. He pet your hair as the rest of the boys crowded around, not caring about the stage or the cameras. One by one, they pulled you and Jeongin into the tightest, warmest group hug you’d ever been a part of - Hannah stubbornly pushing past her brother to join - each of them sniffling and wiping their eyes as they squeezed you both.

Lee Know, still crying, ruffled Jeongin’s hair with a grin, “I can’t believe you actually did it.”

“I can’t believe I’m crying,” Han muttered through his tears, which made everyone laugh.

“I can you’re a crybaby.” Seungmin said through his now quieted tears, which only made everyone laugh even harder.

Chan gave you a squeeze, patting your head, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so proud of you, Jeongin.”

You glanced up at Jeongin through the sea of arms wrapped around you, his face still glowing with pure happiness. As the boys and your best friend slowly pulled away, Jeongin took a deep breath, turning to face the crowd one last time. He was still holding your hand, his fingers laced tightly with yours as he raised your joined hands in the air.

“I just have one last thing to say,” he began, his voice resonating through the stadium as the audience quieted down. He looked at you with so much love, his eyes soft and bright. “A message for Stays.”

He looked at you and you nodded, having a sixth sense to what he would say.

Jeongin stood there, his voice steady but full of emotion, addressing not just you but every single person in the crowd. His hand, still holding yours, gave a reassuring squeeze, but his eyes drifted over the sea of fans- his Stays. His heart was laid bare, his words filled with a kind of truth that could only come from experiencing love in its rawest form.

“The problem is never that you loved someone or someone loved you…” he continued, his voice resonating across the stadium. “It’s how you choose to handle that love. How you react when it gets hard, when it feels overwhelming, when you’re scared of it. But love itself? Love doesn’t hurt you. People do. Choices do. But love…love heals.”

He took a deep breath, his gaze now sweeping the audience as if speaking to each of them personally. “I know some of you might feel like love is scary. That it’s a risk, that it can break you, or ruin things, or mess with everything you’ve worked for. But love doesn’t destroy. It builds you up. It pushes you to be the best version of yourself. It’s what makes life worth it.”

The crowd, which had been buzzing with excitement, grew silent, every word sinking into the hearts of those watching. Tears filled the eyes of fans as Jeongin’s vulnerability hit them all at once. The sincerity in his voice made it impossible not to feel the weight of his message.

“I know sometimes it feels easier to give up on love, to protect yourself from the possibility of getting hurt. But the truth is…love will always be there, waiting for you to embrace it. When you shut it out, you’re shutting out the best parts of yourself.” His voice softened, but the emotion behind it was more powerful than ever. “When you need someone the most, when you feel like you can’t do it alone, love will always be there. That’s what love is for.”

A gentle breeze seemed to sweep through the arena, carrying his words like a warm hug. He glanced at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he turned back to the crowd.

“So, don’t be afraid of it. Don’t run from it. Don’t think it’ll ruin things, because love will only ruin you if you don’t give it a chance. Trust me, I’ve had to teach that to people firsthand.” He turned to you and kissed your forehead.

“And I thought that I had to prove that fact with grand gestures, but in the end, all that matters is being there. When someone needs you most.”

He whispered to you.

“When you need me most, I’ll be there. That’s love.”

With that, he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, sealing the promise that he had made- not just to you, but to everyone who believed in love.

You smiled through your tears, reaching up to touch his cheek gently as you two kissed.

When you had needed him most he had shown up.

You had always needed him. And he had always been there.

And you knew he’d always would be.

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shuahoonie · 1 year ago

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when you love someone | choi seungcheol

pairing: non-idol!seungcheol (svt) x female!reader

notes: angst, eventual fluff— maybe, exes to friends to lovers (?), slow burn, meddling friends, swearing, alcohol consumption. loosely based on the song 그렇더라고요 (when you love someone) by DAY6

word count: 4.3k

summary: some seek love and have the pleasure of keeping it, some never find it, and some aren't meant to find it. you and cheol are determined to discover whether love still exists beyond your old love letters.

part of the to x, with love mini series

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jun was always curious as to how you've managed to just sit there and laugh at chan’s comment when you're in the same room as seungcheol, let alone show up at seungcheol and jeonghan’s quaint cafe.

he knew better than to pry you for questions, of course, but knowing how deep your relationship ran with cheol, it was astounding to see you light on your feet.

“junnie,” you nudged jun who was sitting right next to you, evidently staring at you. “is there something wrong?” you asked quietly, careful not to attract any attention. most of the attention were on seungkwan and chan anyway as they were busy bantering about a prolonged birthday gift.

jun snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head no, a sheepish smile forming in face. “sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” he apologized, scratching the back of his head.

“it’s all good,” you laughed softly. “sorry, i must’ve been talking a lot, huh? it’s just—” you sighed “it’s been a while since i saw you guys.”

“no, no,” jun was quick to dispute whatever it is that you were thinking. “it’s nothing, ynnie. don’t worry about it.” he smiled. “it’s just nice having you here.”

“it’s nice being here too,” you said half-heartedly, while stealing a quick glance at cheol, who was already looking at you from across the room.

a couple of days before you showed up at the café, you received a text from soonyoung, asking forcing you to attend this exclusive get-together.

the heads up was nice and it was sweet that they miss you because you miss them too— you were all friends first, of course.

“haohao,” you called your friend who was busy cooking in your kitchen. minghao was the only friend from the group who still hung out with you regularly— mainly because you two don’t live that far from each other.

“yeah?” he called back.

you walked towards the kitchen, leaning against the pillar. “were you ever going to tell me about it?” you pointed out, still looking at the message in your screen.

“tell you what?” hao asked, confused.

“the hang out.”

“what hang out?” hao knew exactly what you were talking about though. he was just trying to be… careful. right, careful.

“c’mon, hao,” you crossed your arms. you weren’t mad though, you knew exactly why they were doing this— why they’re trying so hard. it’s hard enough to get everyone gather at the same day, however, it’s even harder to have your friends— two of which used to date— to be at the same place. “it’s fine, you know.”

“well,” hao turned off the stove, carefully plating your food. “do you wanna go?”

“i mean, it’s been a while since i saw the boys together,” you mumbled, playing with your nails. “and besides, i miss them.”

“them?” hao smirked, as if he knew damn well that you were pertaining to someone else.

“shut up, minghao.” you grumbled, taking a seat at the table, the smell of hao’s delicious masterpiece filling up your nostrils. “thank you for the food.”

hao hummed in response, watching you as you eat your food with a pout, making him smile.

silence enveloped the rest of the meal. it wasn’t until you were washing the dishes when hao suddenly asked “you know, no one really figured out why you two broke up.” you almost dropped the plate you were holding upon hearing the question. “all i remember was cheol wanted to drink to death one day. if it wasn’t for shua and jeonghan that made him pull from his senses, i honestly don’t know what would’ve happened.”

“we were too young. too passionate, too—” you answered, trying to think of an answer that made sense because frankly, you didn’t know why either. “hao, we were each other’s world.” your voice drifts off.

minghao just listened intently to you. he could never really relate to what was said, because what you and cheol had was something different. it was never just young love, it was something more.

“cheollie, what if—” you groaned “what if i just drop out.” you said, closing your laptop in frustration. seungcheol laughed, making you glare at him. “you dare laugh? at my frustration?”

“i’m sorry, babe, but you’re just too cute.” he smiles, pinching your cheeks. “i’m also sorry because you can’t drop out.”

“and why not?” you quirked a brow at him.

“because your dad will have me delivered on a silver platter if he finds out i encouraged his daughter to drop out,” cheol replied making you laugh “and besides, dating a well-known curator is on the list of my life-long dreams.”

you rolled your eyes at the cheesy comment, fighting off a smile. “a list?” you asked, to which cheol nodded. “what else is on that list?”

cheol bit the insides of his cheeks, suddenly feeling flustered.

“wow,” you laughed “choi seungcheol, are you embarrassed?”

“yah! i told you i hate it when you call me that,” seungcheol pouts, crossing his arms.

“you’re being a baby.”

“that’s fine because i am your baby,” he grins, making you snort laughing. one of seungcheol’s dreams was to make you laugh till the rest of your lives. that was enough for cheol.

“ynnie,” chan hands you the third round of shots. “i heard you’re holding another— uh…” chan looked around, trying to remember the word.

“exhibition, chan.” jeonghan finished with a laugh. “you need to slow down, we’re only three rounds in.”

“hehe,” chan giggles “sorry.”

“it’s okay, chan,” you laughed before taking the shot. “but yeah, it’s going to be my first time exhibiting my own work.”

“that’s so cool, ynnie,” seokmin smiles adoringly at you. “we’re so proud of you.”

“thanks, you guys,” you replied shyly. “i— uh, it really means a lot.”

“of course,” jun nudged you playfully “we’re always here to cheer you on, you know.”

a collective mutter of agreements filled the coffee shop during its after-hours— a long string of support followed one after the other. from the group of muttered agreements, one voice seemed to stand out from others. one voice that meant so much to you. one that you longed to hear for so long.

seungcheol. he was looking at you with those adoring eyes, the ones that filled you so much comfort whenever you looked at them. there was a small smile forming in his lips— god, those lips. words cannot describe how much you miss those lips. it hurt that even after 3 years of your break up, you still long for him. but at least he was happy, right?

a couple of days before the planned hangout, the boys were gathered at heaven’s cloud coffee roasters— the coffee shop that seungcheol and jeonghan proudly own.

“so are we all meeting here then?” joshua asked, taking a sip of his iced americano.

“fine by me,” jeonghan shrugged “i just need to put a notice that we’re closing early that day.”

seungcheol hummed in agreement, the voices slowly drowning out. he was busy looking at your instagram art page. again.

whenever there was a fighting itch that he missed you, he would find his way to your instagram account. you still followed each other on your personal accounts, but you weren’t really active there. you had an art account where you post nearly every day. it wasn’t just drawings and paintings that were on that account, you also posted your letters there too. for seungcheol, that account was more personal as it encapsulated everything that was needed to know about you.

upon quietly scrolling through your account, he found a letter that you posted a couple of days ago, one that hit close to home.

“the last time i fell in love— i was twenty. i was probably too young to be thinking about love, but still, it was a force that shaped my entire perception of love.

at twenty-seven, i still have yet to feel it again. and if the multiverse is real, i hope a version of me finds someone who would still move mountains for her— to be loved as much as she loves.

because i learned the hard way that some people are meant to find love, yet they aren’t meant to keep it.”

joshua caught a glimpse of what seungcheol was looking at when he sat next to him. he was one of the few people who knew where cheol’s feelings lied with you. joshua’s one of the few people who also knew about your feelings with cheol, especially involving that art account that you practically dedicated to seungcheol.

joshua was not a betting person, but if he were, he knew that seungcheol had no idea that that art account of yours only existed because of seungcheol.

“are you looking at her account again?” joshua asked cheol quietly while the other guys were talking about what to eat and drink on the upcoming hangout.

“psh, what?” cheol instantly exited the page, putting a false face of appall “of course not.”

joshua rolled his eyes, knowing damn well that his friend was lying straight through his face. “whatever, cheol.”

knowing there’s no point in lying, especially towards joshua, seungcheol lets out a deep sigh. “i miss her, that’s all.”

joshua hummed, choosing to stay quiet. joshua knew about your true feelings for cheol when he, minghao, and seungkwan were in your apartment that one rainy night. you had invited them for dinner and to catch up because you haven’t talked in so long. drinks were involved so one thing led to the other, next thing joshua knew, you were still moping about your break-up with cheol.

“god, i miss yn,” soonyoung groaned out of the blue. soonie’s comment was enough attention for the boys to look at him, some of them with widened eyes.

“what?” soonie asks, almost innocently. “it’s been awhile since we were all hanging out together, i’ve always loved having her around.”

“soonyoung,” jeonghan warns him quietly, practically holding himself back from gesturing to seungcheol.

“cheol, hyung, you’ve moved on right?” soonyoung asks carelessly, making vernon— who was sitting quietly in the corner— practically choke on his drink. “you wouldn’t mind if invite ynnie right?”

jeonghan and joshua both looked at seungcheol the same time, with pairs of eyes full of curiosity, watching what cheol’s about to say.

cheol cleared his throat, “yeah, it’s fine,”

soonyoung grins— a little too mischievous as seungkwan would note. “perfect, i’ll text her now,” soonie says as he tapped furiously on his phone.

it’s not like you and seungcheol have been avoiding each other, that’s not it at all! you two would always see each other at a friend’s birthday or an event where you two have common circles— you two would always smile at each other, say a quick hi, but that’s the extent of it. and even then, you two were always surrounded by other people too.

“yn,” seungcheol practically seethes your name. “look at me.”

you hate it when you two fight, it only morphs you two into monsters.

“seungcheol,” you had to take a deep sigh before saying anything further as you’re trying to calm yourself down. “i’m tired. can we not do this right now?”

“no, yn, because you always do this.” seungcheol was getting frustrated too. he was always patient around you, but he is human after all. life is sometimes, though often, frustrating. “you always avoid the problem, even if it begs to be confronted.”

this got you heated because seungcheol was right, and it annoyed you that he was right. you don’t like confrontations. in fact, you hated them. for the entirety of your relationship, you could only count the number of times you initiated the apology.

“then what do you want me to do, cheol?” you asked, almost in a whisper. you closed your laptop, knowing well enough that you weren’t going to finish the report you needed for your internship.

“talk to me, yn.” cheol practically begged. “what’s going on?”

“i— i’m tired, cheol.” tears formed on the brims of your eyes.

“okay, we can take a break from studying,” cheol nodded, closing his laptop as well. you two had been practically living in the library for the past couple of weeks, trying to finish the your last semester head-strong.

“no, cheol, i meant—“ you couldn’t even bear to finish the sentence and even then, cheol knew what you were trying to say. “there’s never a day that we don’t fight and it’s—“

“frustrating?” seungcheol finishes for you, a small disbelief present in his tone.

“yeah,” you answered throwing your head back, trying not to cry but it doesn’t work. your tears kept betraying you.

he wanted to be mad because how on earth are you able to just throw a 4 year-long relationship with ease? but seungcheol cannot be mad— not at your frustration, not at you. because for this relationship to work, you two need to be invested in it.

it has been suffocating for you, it has been frustrating for cheol.

“okay,” cheol clears his throat, wiping his tears furiously. “let’s take a break then.”

“okay.” you whispered.

you two stayed in the library for another hour, bid each other a quiet goodbye and left on your separate ways— never to speak to each other again.

as the night gets longer, more drinks have been consumed. it was starting to get rowdy too— soonyoung and seokmin being the cause of it all. they kept squeezing out drinking games that was enough to keep everyone feeling buzzed.

you, on the other hand, started to feel like the room was getting stuffy. so you excused yourself for a minute and sat at one of the patio chairs, nursing the alcoholic drink that you were given earlier.

you could hear the laughter emitting inside the café and you couldn’t help but at smile at how some things never really change.

you heard a faint sound of bells from the door, signalling that someone was coming.

“oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t—“ you whipped your head around and saw that cheol was standing there, a drink in his hand too. “i was just hoping to get some fresh air and—“

“cheol, it’s fine,” you reassured him, adding a small smile. “i know how drinking throughout that can be too much for you.” you nodded at your friends inside.

cheol lets out a small laugh, “yeah.” he leaned against the wall, enough to give you two some space from each other. a tiny part of cheol couldn’t help but feel happy that you still know that tidbit about him.

there was a blanket of silence that enveloped the two of you. it wasn’t awkward per se— but this was the first time you two were left alone in a while.

“so how are yo—“ “are you doing ok—“ you both said at the same time, making you laugh.

a soft smile appears on cheol’s face. it’s been a while since cheol saw you laugh— well anything that involved him, really.

“heaven’s cloud, huh?” you started off, admiring the exteriors of the café. “i’m glad you’ve finally reached your dreams, cheol.”

“i did promise you that i’ll run a coffee shop one day,” cheol said with a proud look on his face. heaven’s cloud is seungcheol’s pride and joy. all throughout his university years, he would find himself cooped inside the cafés near the university. it never occurred to him that taking care of people, by providing a warm cup of coffee and a place of comfort, was something he’d be doing.

cheol likes to think that it was you that led him here. he would always accompany you at coffee shops to study, would always buy you coffee and sweets. he did it so much that he would start doing the same thing to the guys. he would often buy them coffee unprompted, would feed them sweets.

they found it odd at first, because seungcheol was not the type to do all of that unless he was asked, but they’ve quickly learned to accept it because they saw how much it meant to cheol.

you were joking when you suggested that cheol should open up a café when he brought at least a dozen iced americanos to you and the rest of the guys one day. cheol remembered how he smirked at you and said, “wanna bet?”

so really, you led cheol here. cheol knew that you would never believe him if he said that, but it’s true. you hold so much influence in his life that it kills him that you’re not actively in his life anymore.

“i’m proud of you, cheol.” you said softly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear— suddenly not knowing what to do. “i hope you never forget that.”

"i know," cheol replied in a whisper. "i'm proud of you too, you know. always.”

"thanks, cheol."

“why do i have to give it to her?” cheol grumbled while he was fixing his hair, checking for any hair that’s out of place.

“you say that and yet you’re acting like this is the first time yn is going to see you,” jeonghan teased with a smirk as he watched seungcheol check his hair every 5 seconds at the reflection of his car window.

joshua and seungkwan laughed quietly at jeonghan’s comment, causing seungcheol to glare at them— which only makes them laugh even more.

seungcheol chose to ignore jeonghan’s sly comment. “where are they anyway?” he asked, checking his phone for the time. 10:07 am. The exhibition has started, cheol thought.

kwannie, cheol, shua, and hannie were waiting outside the gallery for the rest of the guys to arrive. hao was already inside helping you with your exhibit— as cheol assumed— along with vernon, who was kind enough to offer his help.

“jun texted that they had to pick up the cake and that they’ll just meet us inside,” seungkwan said out loud. “apparently, mingyu overslept.”

“that sounds about right,” jihoon commented as he, wonwoo, and soonyoung walked towards where cheol and the rest of the guys were waiting.

“here,” soonyoung handed cheol the bouquet of pink carnations that cheol specifically asked. “since you were so adamant about the kind of flowers and the colour.”

“oh, we’ve already decided that cheol’s going to hand yn the flowers.” shua smirked.

“i’m surprised you actually went,” wonu pointed out, knowing there is still some odd tension between you and cheol.

“uh yeah, she texted me about it.” cheol cleared his throat “she actually invited me here.”

the way cheol said it so casually, the way the words just escaped his mouth like silk— it was enough for the guys to stop in their tracks and look at cheol like he grew two heads.

“no fucking way,” jihoon comments out of astonishment, breaking the ice.

“oh my god, you guys actually came?” you were greeted with a bunch of warm smiles from the boys, each of them giving you a hug. “i thought you guys were busy?”

“are you kidding? we would never miss this for the world,” seungkwan commented as he gave you a tight hug. “besides, that was just soonie hyung’s elaborate plan of surprise.”

“well, consider me surprised.” you laughed as soonie gave you a tight squeeze. “feel free to roam around, there’s refreshments by the right corner.”

you have just hugged every one of them until you reached cheol— who was a sight for sore eyes. after being broken up for about 3 years now, it still baffles you that his presence alone makes your heart flutter.

you don’t even know why you invited him personally— you haven’t talked that much since the hangout at his café. actually, that’s a lie. you knew damn well why you invited him. a part of him lives within you— may it be in your artworks or your writing.

seungcheol was hesitant— he didn’t know whether he should hug you or not. he literally stopped in the middle of his tracks, his arms almost at mid-air. it was painstakingly obvious too— vernon, who was busy ushering people and caught wind of the situation, couldn’t hide his grimace.

you heard seungkwan’s panicked voice, forcing the others to go with him and leave you two alone. they were dying from curiosity, but even the strong-willed jeonghan could not stomach the awkwardness in the air.

as soon as the guys left, cheol had the courage to finally to say something. anything. “yn,” he cleared his throat “these are for you.” cheol said, handing you the bouquet of pink carnations shyly.

“oh, these are gorgeous,” you sighed happily “thank you, cheol.”

“of course, anything for you,” cheol said a little too eagerly. he cleared his throat, trying to mask his excitement. “it’s from all of us, really.”

“oh?” cheol raised his eyebrow at your confused tone. his eyes followed yours and saw that you were reading the card that came with the flowers— which flustered you immediately upon reading the note.

for the entire time that cheol was holding that bouquet of flowers, not once did he notice the card that was practically sticking out like a sore thumb.

“uh— can i read it?” cheol asked, immediately walking closer to you. you were about to pull the card so he can read it on his own but he was already mere inches away from you, peering over your shoulder.

this was the first time in 3 years that you two were this close to each other. his perfume immediately filling your nostrils, taking you back from how your relationship used to be. your heart was practically pounding. it also didn’t help the fact that he was still wearing the same perfume that you got him during your 2nd anniversary.

“yn,

life had so much colour when i looked into your eyes. it’s a strange thing, but that’s just how it is when you love someone.

yours forever, c.”

the typewritten note was staring back at cheol as if it crawled from the box of things he kept in his office and in to the bouquet. seungcheol wasn’t going to deny that he wrote that note to you— because he did. it’s just, the note wasn’t meant to be included in the bouquet.

he wrote that note a year ago— still in the process of trying to move on from your break up, even though it’s been two years. he was so close to mailing you that note along with a birthday gift last year. he only stopped himself because one, that would be weird and two, he would look desperate. cheol knows he is, but he wouldn’t admit that.

the guys like to believe that he never really got over you, which was obvious, because look at what happened. this also begs the question as to who saw the note in his office and who was the culprit to blame.

“cheol—“

“yn, i think we need to talk.”

you two started strolling around the gallery, not knowing where to go or how to start.

you stopped in the farthest corner of the gallery, near the fire exit. far from everyone, you both assumed. “cheol, the note—“

“i didn’t write it,” cheol immediately answers. his comment disappointed you as a part of you still longed for the idea that he still loved you.

cheol saw how your face faltered upon hearing his comment which panicked him. “i mean i did write it but not recently— i wrote it over a year ago. i was hung up on you, i still am i think, i just i don’t even know—“

“cheol, breathe,” you said grabbing his hands, rubbing small circles with your thumb. “it’s okay.”

you led him to one of the benches in the gallery, just so he can collect himself and so that you can calm yourself down as well.

a couple of minutes after cheol had eventually calmed down and has had a few minutes to take a breather, you asked “is everything okay? i’ve never seen you ramble like this.”

“yn,” cheol sighed, embarrassed at his erratic behaviour “i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“well for rambling, first off,” cheol lets out an embarrassed laugh “but i’m sorry for everything.”

you were confused. “cheol, i don’t think you have anything to apologize for. you didn’t do anything.”

“exactly, i didn’t do anything,” cheol was frustrated. “i should’ve fought for you, for us. i should’ve done something, anything—“

“cheol, i’m so confused.” you were about to cry from frustration “what are you trying to say?”

“yn,” cheol takes a huge breath “why did you invite me here?”

“what do you mean?”

“here, in one of the most important days of your life, in your career.” cheol almost pleads for an answer “why am i here, ynnie?”

“because…”

“because?”

“because you’re important, cheol. you will always be a part of my life. a piece of you lives within my artwork, my writing.” tears were starting to fall from your eyes “you’re in everything that i do, cheol.” you let out a small laugh, slightly embarrassed. cheol started wiping the tears from your face. “you’re here because i want you to be here.”

“what ever happened to us, yn?” cheol asked, looking at you straight in the eyes.

“it wasn’t our time, cheol— i remember us fighting a lot.” you sighed “i loved you, i still do, but we were hurting each other a lot.”

cheol hummed, because he remembered the same thing. he wished it was different, but even he knew that you two would’ve ruined each other.

“do you think it’s our time now?” cheol asked, looking at the artworks on the wall.

“maybe,” you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

BONUS: that's just how it is | seungcheol

for some reason ? it was really hard to write this ? that's why it took me a month to finish this ? i’m sooo sorry 😭

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dearly-somber · 9 months ago

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I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. non-idol!younghyun x female reader

-> genre. fluff, s2l (strangers-to-lovers), university!au, pining

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 886

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I’m you-o-o-o-ours

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 20:23

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:45

Light summer breeze. Petals falling down in the most satisfying way, pooling at your feet as you walk to the beat of your heart, holding the handle of your umbrella tight enough to whiten your knuckles.

The crickets were out now that the darkness had fallen, a slight drizzle of rain warming your blood. You were wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts that were hidden underneath the fabric you wore on your upper half, a pair of old sneakers to match.

You had decided to take a late night walk, eyes red and puffy from too much crying. You had been having some boy trouble and had been embarrassed in front of probably your whole university, so crying was the only way to make you feel less shitty, and no one could tell you otherwise. You had been walking for a few minutes and stopped by your favorite café near Han River, going to stand over the bridge running over the river after ordering yourself some coffee. You were sniffing the air with closed eyes when you suddenly opened them to what you had assumed was an angel, before you realized that he didn't have wings.

He was wearing a creamy beige turtle neck sweater and jeans with ankle high boots, his black hair falling very gently into his face and accentuating his jawline as he watched the water as if it was the most interesting thing on earth. He had a see-through umbrella over his shoulder, the fairy lights that were attached to it only making him look that much more angelic, if it were possible.

You continued shamelessly staring at the gorgeous stranger, eventually wandering over and standing next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts, stranger?" you asked in a light voice, a warm smile adorning your face.

The angel turned to look at you slowly, eyes jumping around questioningly, as if to ask "Who? Me?"

You immediately decide that this angel was cute and that you wanted to keep him, your smile getting wider. Just a few hours ago you had embarrassed yourself in front of everyone you knew while talking to a boy that you liked, yet here you were making it seem effortless.

"Do I know you?" He asked in the most honey like voice you had ever heard, the sound strangely addictive. Still smiling, you shook your head with a shrug.

"Not at all." You giggled childishly at the way his brow furrowed in confusion, at his mercy, completely helpless to his charms. "I just noticed the way you were staring at the water and you look like you're thinking very deeply about something," you explained, heart jumping into his hands when he laughed in disbelief, tilting his head at you with a smile.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, your cheeks starting to ache from smiling too much.

"Why don't I tell you over a cup of coffee, since we're at a café?" he asked cheekily, a grin pulling at his lips.

You nodded eagerly, taking his hand and pulling him over to the seating area. You turned to look at him with a grin of your own before saying, "Great idea! I've already ordered."

---

After sitting down he introduced himself as Kang Younghyun, occasionally called Brian by his close friends, who was majoring in Business at your university with Music as his extra classes. You told him your name, telling him that you’re majoring in Writing, hoping to become an editor (since you weirdly enough enjoy editing), and that you were taking art and music as extra classes.

"So then, Younghyun, you sill haven't answered my first question," you said matter-of-factly, sipping at your latte with a raised brow.

"Oh, that? I thought that was you flirting?" he mused with a smirk, the teasing tone in his voice making you chortle.

"Oh no it was, but I'm genuinely curious," you said, chortling at the way he laughed disbelievingly.

"I was thinking about how I need to man up and ask this girl I like in my music class out." he said, shrugging as he sighed deeply.

"Oh, you like someone?" you asked dejectedly, playing with your coffee cup. Brian nodded, sighing again.

"Well then," you said, slamming your fist against the table and gaining not only Younghyun's attention but a few people around you's attention as well.

"I say, go for it! I doubt you have anything to lose," you encouraged him confidently. He raised a brow with a smirk, looking at you as if to say "excuse me what?"

You rolled your eyes before starting to explain.

"Listen, Brian—can I call you Brian?"

"Go ahead." He smiled.

"Right then, Brian, listen. You seriously have nothing to lose. Maybe a smudge of pride but that's nothing. I mean have you seen yourself? I'm sure every girl would be willing to throw themselves at you, hell, sign me up!" you rambled on, hands all over the place and not realizing the way Younghyun was looking at you.

"You really think so?" he asked softly, making you think of a puppy, your heart melting.

You nodded solemnly, smiling at him.

"Definitely."

With the most shit eating grin ever, he cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Y/N, I really like you and would like to take you to dinner."

“Oh, shit.”

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violettduchess · 1 year ago

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Happy 1k! 🥳 Could I request nr 9 for Clavis? (Or Napoleon)💖

A/N: It IS nearly his birthday so why not fulfil a Clavis request? Here you go @my-day6 💜 I hope you enjoy it!

Clavis x female reader

First Kiss Prompt: Heat of the Moment

WC: 1551

“Get me out of here!”

Your voice cracks at the strain of maintaining that volume. The dark, damp earth swallows the sound of your foot as you stomp it in frustration. Soon all you’re left with is a mighty glare which you lob at the pit’s edge. Above you is a perfect circle of sky, blue and bright, innocently shining, unaware of the fate that has befallen you.

You press your palms against the cool walls of the pit. They are too smooth, too well-constructed. You would never be able to grasp anything and climb your way out. Not a handhold or foothold in sight. Digging your fingers into the compact earth proves to be an unpleasant, crumbling mess of an idea which you give up immediately.

“Damn it, Clavis,” you mutter under your breath, a hand pressed against your side. The fall wasn’t too far, but it still knocked the wind out of you, surprise lending it a helping hand when it robbed you of breath. “Why?”

Of course there is no answer. Just a few fluffy white clouds that drift into view, stretching themselves lazily across the expanse of blue. With a huff, you lower yourself to the ground, crossing your arms. Your pink blouse is already streaked with earth and the fall ripped the side of your gray skirt wide open, up to the thigh. You yank the material closed as best you can, closing your eyes. Fine. You’ll wait. You’re already stuck at the bottom of one of his stupid hidden pit traps. It can’t get any worse.

The first raindrops are like small, cold kisses, harbingers of a very muddy and possibly dangerous future if you don’t get out of this pit now. You scrabble to your feet, the ground already wet enough to suck at your boots.

“HELP!”

The circle above your head is now gray and foreboding, releasing more and more gleeful raindrops who are happy to be free of their cloudy prison. They freefall towards the royal garden, bringing more and more of their friends along for the ride. Pushing wet strands of hair from your face, you are forced to shut your eyes against the onslaught of steadily falling rain and open your mouth to scream. You’re not sure if it’s a scream for help or frustration or fury but just when you’re about to let go, a voice rings out against the sound of the downpour: “Oh dear, how unfortunate.” A head of twilight hair, dark with rain, and two twinkling golden eyes peer over the pit’s edge.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE CLAVIS LELOUCH!”

He leans down, extending a hand which you grab hold of. With surprising strength, he pulls you easily from the pit and onto the soft, cold green grass of the western corner of the royal gardens. You spring to your feet, full of righteous fire, hands curled into fists as you take a step towards him. The Prince does not move. Instead he regards you, head tilted to one side, a hand raised in a gesture of peace.

“I do apologize, my dear. This trap was intended for a brother who was supposed to be collecting edible blossoms for tomorrow’s tea.”

You shake your head and then grab his hand faster than he can pull away. Fueled by anger, by the cold, damp feel of your clothing as it sticks to you, by the dull ache in your side and the feel of your broken skirt around your legs, you yank him towards the gazebo where you are sheltered from the rain and where he can’t slip away from you.

Clavis shakes his head, water droplets like tiny diamond beads in every direction. He pushes his hair back with one hand, his lips still lifted in a grin.

“Do you really want time alone with me—” His quippy remark is cut short by you clamping a hand over his mouth, eyes bright with anger.

“I was STUCK in a PIT for HOURS!”

You’re close enough to him for him to hear you loudly over the now pouring rain, to notice the rain drops sliding from his wet hair down the planes of his handsome face. Something glitters in those aurelian eyes as they regard you over your merciless hand. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, keeping your hand firmly in place.

“I could have gotten hurt in the fall! I could have drowned in there had you not come along! These pits are a HAZARD!”

How dare he refuse to look away in shame. How dare he keep his gaze on yours, his eyes holding you just as captive as that pit did. What is he thinking?

~ Your hand is warm against his mouth, your skin softer than silk.

How dare you smell so good, soaked in rainwater, streaked with dirt. How dare you look so beautiful, tendrils of hair framing your face like a work of art. Your clothes revealing so much and so little. Your skirt parted like the Red Sea, revealing a shapely path to what must be the Holy Land. How dare he want you? You, who is forbidden? You, bright flame that deserves so much more than him…worthless, weak little him.

And yet he can’t help what he feels.

The thunder of his heart echoes through his veins, the feel of your fingers, the palm of your hand bewitching, conjuring a storm inside him. He is lost in the brilliance of your eyes, a universe he could spend eons exploring. Lost and never wanting a way out, ever again.

But he can’t do this.

He can’t.

He must keep this secret locked down in the deepest well of his heart, where the shadows lurk and darkness is a tyrant, towering over a small boy who only wants to be enough for someone. ~

He jerks his head away from your hand, blinking, his muddy boot scuffing the wooden floor of the gazebo as he steps back, away from you. The light in his eyes has dimmed.

“Ah my dear, it was only a joke. All in good fun.”

Something inside you shifts as you feel him pulling away. No. You want to see the fire in his eyes again, that glowing gold in all its intensity.

You step towards him.

“I see you were offended by my silly trap. I’ll be more mindful of where I place them.”

No, this isn’t what you want. You don’t want him rambling on about his pranks, gaze not on you but the falling rain, his body shivering with cold, his spirit slowly folding inward, closing like a flower bud in reverse.

No.

You take another step towards him until he bumps up against the curved railing, his hands reaching back to grip the wet, white wood.

“I do apologize for upsetting you, dearie. I— W-What are you...?”

Your body is crackling with frustration. He needs to STOP TALKING about the damn trap. You’re still angry at him for digging it but you’re also angry at the way he is retreating further and further behind that façade of his, that wall of quips and polite distance and controlled flame. You’re practically trembling with the desire to.....

You grab him, fistfuls of his wet coat, and pull him to you, capturing his mouth with yours. He gasps audibly, body going rigid with shock. You will not relent. You want that wall between you gone. So you tear it down with your lips, pressing kiss after kiss against his mouth. You tear it down with your left hand, still curled into the heavy material of his lavender jacket like an iron fist. You tear it down with your right hand, the one that has traveled up to his neck and is holding him there, warm palm against slick, cold skin. You tear it down with your leg, exposed and pressed tightly against his.

Kiss by kiss, touch by touch, you besiege him, vanquishing the cold with the heat of your body, crumbling his hesitation with the strength of your will. What man stands a chance against a perfect storm like this?

You feel when you have triumphed. He snaps as if struck by lightning and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against the long, lean lines of his body, tipping you back so you’re at a better angle for him to taste. You wrap one arm around his neck, holding on as he comes to life, his mouth moving over yours, deepening the kisses, sending your senses reeling. One hand supports your lower back, the other drops to the skin of your thigh and tiny tornados of electricity dance across your skin.

Was this what was hiding behind those quick smiles? Those flashing golden eyes?

You kiss him as the world around you rages, wind and water roaring through the royal gardens, But desire, which has been biding its time, smoldering patiently, now breathes fire into your lungs, blazes white-hot through your veins.

As you both sink to your knees, still wrapped in each other’s arms, as he tears his mouth from yours to hungrily ravish the soft skin of your neck, you don’t wonder what will happen when the storm fades.

Because you know that this?

This is just the beginning.

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swee7dream · 11 months ago

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unmanageable-day · 8 months ago

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days gone by | chapter 4

previous chapter → next

summary. after a typical break-up, your cousin tried to set you up with his friend who happened to just broke up recently as well. after months, you knew it wouldn’t end well and the universe agreed, as suddenly he went m.i.a and it was easier for you to live being free and single. until one day he texted you again…

genre. social media!AU, fake dating!AU / angsty (still trying to find spots to add some fluff)

pairing. DAY6 Young K (Kang Younghyun) x female reader

#day6 au #day6 imagines #day6 social media au #day6 scenarios #day6 fanfic #day6 angst #day6 young k #young k imagines #kpop fanfiction #kpop social media au #post by yourblinkies

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horanghaejamjam · 1 year ago

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Coming Soon

Librarians Note: Due to unforeseeable circumstances new additions to the library do not always arrive at the time they are expected. For this reason exact release dates can not be provided for new additions. However, below you can see the upcoming additions to the library and their progress. If you have any questions about upcoming additions do not hesitate to send an inquiry, I am happy to answer any questions, comments, concerns.

To be a beta reader please message me with the fic you are interested in beta reading.

Guide: Additions are listed in no specific order of completion. Oftentimes they are approached based on demand and authors motivation. Fics will be removed from this list as they are posted.

↪ ☆ - Means this story is priority and will be completed sooner

↪ (A) - Angst, (F) - Fluff, (S) - Smut, (C) - Commission

Completed Stories/Queued For Publishing:

↪ Bad Girls Get Punished: Lisa Manobal x Female reader x Jennie Kim (S, C)

↪ ☆ Wake Up!: Choi Jongho x Gender Neutral Reader (A)

Written Stories/Waiting For Edits/Beta:

↪ ☆ Horanghae Chapter 6: SVT members x Female Reader (F) LOOKING FOR BETA

↪ ☆ Candlelit Dances: Xu Minghao x Female Reader (F, A, S) LOOKING FOR BETA

↪ Seventeen Reaction First Kiss (F)

↪ Day6 Reaction to S/O having motion sickness (F)

↪ Stray Kids Reaction to Fighting With S/O (A, F)

↪ Seventeen Reaction How They Cuddle (F)

↪ Only Mine: Yang Jeongin x Gender Neutral Reader (F, A)

In Progress:

↪ Goddess: Hansol Vernon Chwe x Female Reader (S, F)

↪ Outlaw: Song Mingi x Female Reader (S)

↪ Siren: Kim Hongjoong x Female Reader (S, A)

↪ Our Packmate Chapter 1: Ateez x Female Reader (A, F, S)

↪ ☆ The Panthers Playtoy: Park Seonghwa x female reader (S)

↪ Secret Ateez member x reader for Atiny Halloween Project

Plotting/Member Or Pairing TBD:

↪ Psycho: Wen Junhui

↪ Legend of The Fox: Jeong Yunho

↪ When I See You Again: TBD

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↪ Calico

↪ Spider Lily

↪ Daechwita

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↪ Love triangle

↪ Idol x idol

↪ Idol x staff (bonus: forbidden relationship)

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corpseyouoffthedeepend · 4 years ago

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I know I'm not a huge account or anything, but if you guys have any requests you want written I am more than glad to write them! (The video attached my edited somewhat by me, but the song choice and clippings were my doing.)

I write for gender netural reader, male reader, and I can write female reader, and person x person fics.

I write mainly for the CORPSE fandom, and kpop fandoms but I will branch out if need be. <3 If you want a sample of my writing, my ao3 is linked as well.

Smut is outside of my comfort zone, but heavily implied smut/mentions of it are fine. One day I may dabble in it, but for now, not really.

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oikaw-ugh · 4 years ago

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You Were Beautiful (Haikyuu x Day6 - songfic?)

"The way you look at me, the way you call my name, you were beautiful."

Pairing: Iwaizumi x f!reader

Summary: Iwaizumi, anxious with the ceremony about to start, calls you, hoping that he'd see your face.

A/N: Long overdue but I've always been interested on writing a songfic for Day6 (when Dilag introduced me to Day6 again we talked about this hehe)

Warning: fluff(?), Angst(?), Mention of a Filipino superstition (?)

Iwaizumi fix his already fixed tie for the nth time as he cleared his throat. His feet tapping relentlessly on the carpeted church floor. Chills running down his spine as the hair on his skin stood tall.

He swallowed, cracking his fingers as he bit his lip. Uneasy with the ceremony about to start, he needed something, he needed someone.

And so, giving in to his uneasiness, he reached for his phone that was kept on the back of his black slacks. His fingers familiar with his phone, they lead him to his apps in an instant, pressing the recent contact in his social media in a flash.

The screen showed a video of him. Iwaizumi winced at how troubled he look. He immediately flattened the creases on his forehead and relaxed his furrowed brows. A couple of minutes, the screen showed you.

Iwaizumi inhaled as he stare at you. The resolution was not that much but that didn't hinder Iwaizumi from appreciating how beautiful you look for this particular day.

Your hair was styled artistically, with flowers pinned at different parts of your hair. A couple of strand adorned the side of your face. The make-up applied on you making you more appealing than you already are.

"Iwa!" You exclaimed and that made the worries disappear. His heart finally relaxing as the tension on his shoulders lifted. A mere mention of his name from you does the magic. The way your roll your tongue as you articulately pronounce his name would always be a wonder. He wasn't a fan of his given name but you make it sound so beautiful into his ears.

"You're not supposed to call," you said while fixing your bouquet, which is why you weren't able to see how Iwaizumi dreamily sigh at your face, "You know how they say it-"

"Jinxes the wedding," Iwaizumi cut you off, a ghost of boyish grin on his lips, "I know but I can't help it."

You rolled your eyes, "What would happen if others see me?" You asked him as you burried your nose onto your bouquet of flowers.

"The wedding will still push through," Iwaizumi cooed you as he scratched his nape, behind him stood the setup for where the priest would be later on.

"Iwa," you mentioned his nickname, making Iwaizumi's heart flutter, "Thank you for everything..." You said with your eyes glistening amidst the low quality of the call you both shared.

"It's nothing, Y/N," Iwaizumi felt a painful stab on his chest as he looked at you looking so happy on the other side.

"I didn't know this day would come..." You gasped and sniffed, your fingertips carefully dabbing the inner corners of your eyes, "God, I never imagined this..." Your voice broke.

"Hey, hey, no crying," Iwaizumi laughed as his fingers lifted, only to fall again as he realized you're out of reach, "Don't ruin your make-up. This is your day, you should look beautiful."

"Oh? So I'm not beautiful in a daily basis?" You retorted with a fake offended look. Iwaizumi chuckled.

"Nah, you're always beautiful," Iwaizumi confessed with all his heart.

Beautiful for you fill his head the moment he opens his eyes. For you drown his thoughts with your voice at night. Beautiful with the way you look at him with so much adoration, it awes him how a human being is capable of expressing so much. Beautiful at all things. Even with the way you called his name. How you unconsciouly marked it as yours, without you, it never sounded the same.

He had his attempts of forgetting you, but never was he successful. If he did, he wouldn't be here, he would've ran away. But all these escaping lead him back to you instead.

"Y/N," Iwaizumi cracked, his eyes suddenly copying yours, he blinked away the intruding tears, "Thank you for everything, too."

You chuckled, hands covering your mouth, "I love you, Iwa. Thank you," you replied.

He chuckled, hiding how his eyes is close to tearing up, "Anything for you, beautiful."

"Best man!"

Iwa looked at his back, only to see the wedding coordinator standing at the center, with a list on the other hand, "Best man?"

"Here!" Iwaizumi exclaimed as he raised his hands, he then looked back at his screen again, "Y/N, I gotta go. The coordinator is making us prepare."

"Oh, okay! Okay!" The excitement can be heard on your voice as you adjusted on your seat, "I love you, Iwa! See you later at my wedding!"

Iwaizumi nodded with an enthusiastic grin, "See you later."

I don't know if this is also a superstition other countries apply but it is said that the bride shouldn't be seen by the groom as much as possible because it would jinx the wedding. It varies from different people, though. Some say that the bride shouldn't be seen by other people as much as possible and that is the version that I used here :)))

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sungxmin · 5 years ago

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Stress (m)

» pairing; sungjin x fem!reader » genre; PWP / fluff » word count; 4.7k » synopsis; sungjin has been under stress lately but thank god he has you. » warnings; grinding, blowjob, the reader being horny notes; this is my first one-shot for day6 and its literally just smut lol, but I hope yall like it.

Sungjin was such a sedulous leader, staying up late in the studio, working on lyrics for the group's next track. Brian had told Sungjin countless times to not push himself past his limits, how he should be relaxing when everyone else was. Of course, the sweet male smiled and brushed off his stress as if it were nonexistent, but the concern each of the other members had never faded.

Sometimes they would force him out the building so he could see some damn sunlight. Why he wanted so badly to come up with unrivaled themes to match the deep libretto that embodies the group, no one knew. Some might say he was a bit of a perfectionist, but even so, that much pent up stress he bore needed to be released.

So here you were, pulling up a chair besides Sungjin and making sure he could see the frown marring your face. You could see him nervously swallow the lump down his throat as he avoided your keen gaze on him. "Five more minutes," he spoke up over the suffocating atmosphere that seemed to form as your eyes on him was unyielding. "You said that five minutes ago." you countered.

"I'm serious this time..."

"Damn it Sungjin, you said that too."

He opened his mouth to speak but recalled his earlier spoken words and closed his mouth before pressing his lips in a thin line.

You propelled your body forward, forcing the chair even closer to Sungjin until your legs were practically tangling with his. "Babe, I'm almost finished with this."

You rolled your eyes at his cute whiny tone. He knew you were usually a soft sucker for when his voice would get small, though when you showed that you were done with him putting off rest for one day, he started to stall.

Sungjin sighed and turned his body to face you. He cupped your face in his warm hands and leaned down to press his lips against your nose, giving it a sweet Eskimo kiss. When he pulled away, he looked down to gently caress your cheek, noticing how you relaxed under his touch. "Five more minutes," he said and you slapped his hands away.

"Five more minutes my ass." It was like he was stuck on repeat. An annoying cycle. But you weren't going to let him waste potentially gratifying hours only to finish writing something without a deadline printed on it. No, he was going to leave this depressing studio and you were going to make sure of that.

You abruptly stood to your feet, the rolling chair you previously sat on now rolling backward behind you. Sungjin's brows knitted in confusion until you suddenly pulled his hand toward you, trying to get him out his chair. But alas, he was too heavy for you to lift.

Realizing what your motives were, Sungjin stifled a laugh. Oh, how cute he thought you looked right now. You put more distance between your feet and slightly squatted, thinking it would give you an advantage. It did not.

Then Sungjin pulled his hand back, causing you to stumble forward, the chance of accidentally bumping foreheads with him becoming eminent scaring you. In swift movements, the brunette male maneuvered your body to smoothly land on his lap. Your face flushed from being inches away from his smirking one. That suave fucker...he was always so quick to turn from playful to smug.

He wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer in his chest. One whiff of his cologne alone made you melt on his lap, the savory aroma clouding your senses for a moment. He smelt so good and you wanted to stay in that position, but you had to remind yourself the reason why you barged through those doors an hour ago and it was not to banter for almost thirty minutes nor was it to cuddle in his unnaturally comfortable arms.

Once back in reality, you detached yourself from him. You pointed a stern finger at him and then motioned to the door, "Out. Now."

The smirk never left his face even as he crossed his arms in amusement, "Make me."

You huffed before giving him a faux smile. "Fine then, I will."

After saying that, Sungjin raised one eyebrow at you and you dashed to go behind his chair and with all your might, you yanked the leather material with enough strength to drag it backward. He didn't expect you go try to drag him out -literally- by his chair. Despite his arms reaching out to grab on something sturdy, you had already pulled him back far away from his desk and anything strapping.

You turned your head back, the creek in the door was all you focused on. So close to getting him out this room that you didn't care about what you would do first once he was out or at least in the hall. You'd probably get back up there if any of the members were even in range.

Your back was almost against the door to push it fully open when suddenly your ass was met with the solid ground and the chair was released from your grip, rolling off somewhere else. You hissed at the pain forming on your cheeks and you looked up to see an extremely contrite Sungjin.

"Oh no, baby, I didn't think you'd fall!" he bent down to try help you up but you swatted him off you, upset that he got out the chair.

"Well, did you think I would fly?" you retorted, a frown taking place on Sungjin's face because of your sarcastic reply.

You could visibly see his hurt in the pout he had, but he couldn't see the hurt on your rear. He didn't mean for you to fall hard as you did- or fall at all, only planned on getting up so you wouldn't get him out.

And like any other girlfriend would in your situation, you used his guilt to give yourself an edge.

"Ah ah..." you feign hurt, causing Sungjin to panic.

"Does it hurt that bad? Damn, ___, I'm so sorry!" he continued spewing out apologies, his hands ever so gently gripping your shoulder. You placed your pointer finger to his lips, the action momentarily shushing him.

"I think I bruised my tailbone." A clear lie. There was barely any pain leftover.

When Sungjin wanted to rush you to the hospital, you had to convince him that it wasn't that grave but kept him thinking there was a hint of soreness in you.

"You know, I'd probably feel a lot better if we went to the break room to put some ice on it," you soften the look in your eyes and held your arms out to him, "carry me?"

Sungjin nodded and turned around so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders and he'll give you a piggyback ride to the break room. You did as he wanted, fake wincing each time you moved and his hands extended back until they found your thighs to bring you close to his body as he stood up.

Sungjin wasn't the type of guy to hit the gym daily, although that didn't mean he completely shied away from it. You knew that and you definitely won't forget it every time you touch his body which was quite often.

When he didn't have you writhing beneath him in pleasure, there would be a chance of him doing a fitting exercise or slaving away at work. And quite recently he has been working a lot, leaving you with your own pent up frustrations.

He'd try to make it up to you with gifts and going down on you for hours, but he hasn't lately and the ache between your legs craved him. Just breathing in his scent is making you reminisce of how you begged him to fuck you harder. Damn, you missed the stars he'd have you see.

Sungjin arrived at the break room and bent down to allow you to slide off his back. The room was empty of other living souls - clear as the day everyone had gone back to their house or carried work home with them. You started to amble to the counter normally then it hit you that you're supposed to act bruised. Then you limped slightly, letting out pseudo groans with each slow step until you reached the counter. "Honey, can you get the ice for me, please?" you asked sweetly.

He heeded your request, fishing an ice pad out the short freezer in the corner and handing it to you. "Can you do it for me?" you bend over on the granite surface, the cold top kissing your skin cooly as you purposefully stuck your ass out. "Please?"

Sungjin swallowed thickly, darting his tongue out to wet his dry lips before asking, "Whe- Where does it mostly hurt?"

You smirked at how he stuttered and turned your upper body around enough to reach for the hand that gripped the ice pack a little too tightly and brought it to press on the part between the small of your back and the top of your ass. "Right there."

You 'accidentally' let out a moan upon the feeling of cool sensations the pack managed to give you, despite the layers of clothes in its way. So you kindly asked Sungjin if he could be a dear and move your clothes out the way to properly feel the ice soothe your ache.

Doing as you wanted very much turned on the male. He suppressed his hormones the most he could as he raised your shirt far enough to display your waist and pulled your pants, and panties, down by the waistband only about an inch.

He bit down on his lower lip, his eyes eating up how good you looked. He'd gladly pull your clothing further down and bury his dick so deep in you that you choke on your sobs. But he didn't do that. Sungjin simply pressed the cold pack on your hot skin and tried his best to ignore how you whimpered at the feeling.

Oblivious of how you schemed him out his studio, his mind concentrated on other things. Right now you wanted to rile him up to the point where he fucks you inside the public break room though that wasn't going to happen since he still believed you were in agony.

Albeit, that didn't stop you from moving backward until the pants that hugged your figure met with the front of Sungjin's jeans. You pretended like you didn't know what you were doing, playing it off as nothing as you shifted on your feet and your ass swayed in front of him. Salacious thoughts flooded his mind and as he was about to ask what you were doing, someone else beat him to it.

Sungjin snapped to the side, away from your bent-over frame. You rolled your eyes in chagrin at the sound of Jae's voice. Without even looking you could tell he was sniggering. Sungjin scratched the back of his head, the tip of his ears showing a new shade of pink. He cleared his throat.

"Uh, ___ got hurt and she needed ice on it," Sungjin explained, repositioning his stance to hide his hard-on. The tightening of his jeans making it difficult, however.

Jae hummed, knowing that his presence had interrupted something from potentially happening. He skipped away from you two, opting to wait until later to get a snack out the break room. You straightened your posture and Sungjin's eyes widen in shock when he didn't notice any sign of pain or soreness in you. "How did you--" He was about to interrogate you because you seemed fine but you got a hold of his wrist and talked over him.

"Don't be dramatic, I'll explain later," you said, dragging him out yet another room, "Let's dip."

Sungjin was puzzled at first. From when you hauled him out the massive building with a superficial injury to your tailbone to when you forced him to ride in the passenger seat of your car. He kept prodding with questions like "Doesn't it still hurt?" and "How are you walking fine?" and even "Are you magic or something?"

Only when you approached where you wanted to go did you explain how you might have exaggerated the pain. Sungjin began to whine about how he thought he accidentally broke you and then you glanced sideways to give him the 'are you serious' expression, your orbs happen to catch a peek at Sungjin's lap.

He had both hands above his lap, barely covering the bulge in his jeans. You licked your chapped lips, images of what you'd do to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling he's having right now. However, you stopped yourself from imagining. Why? Because you had already pulled up to the beach.

Part of you knew that Sungjin wanted nothing more than to be at ease (but you gave him a boner) and you felt sort of guilty for making him stress more by thinking he hurt you. So, you pushed away your horniness and decided to give him respite. He deserved it so much.

You both end up spending the day galloping in the sand, ordering sundaes from nearby ice cream carts and sticking y'all feet in the water while splashing the salty sea onto each other. The ear to ear grin that was accompanying Sungjin's handsome features was making your chest warm with giggles streaming from your lips every time he got playful. God, you missed this. It was such a perfect sunny day outside and he was going to miss out on all of this if he was still cooped up in that stuffy building.

You hadn't heard that deep, throaty laugh of his in what seemed like weeks. He was enjoying himself, the strong breeze in the air-kissing his body as it flows by. The wind was pushing back his hair, his forehead showed more and fuck, you loved seeing that. You could slowly feel the build-up of heat spreading between your thighs, creating that ache that would coax you to jump on him and fuck him so nicely.

"What's on your mind darling?" Sungjin's question brought you out your daze. Focusing back to him, he was sitting so close to you that his scent engulfed you in its heavenly fragrance. Your cheeks started to gain a tinge of color, knowing that you can't tell him that you were imagining him dicking you down at the public beach. Only because there were so many people around, you both would get caught almost immediately. The fervent scenarios circling your mind about possibly getting caught riled up your zen to jump into his lap.

"Oh, nothing..." you lied through a forced smile.

"You sure? Are you tired baby?" Sungjin scooted closer to you, sand marking his jeans but he didn't mind. His hand ascended to cup your cheek, his thumb lightly caressing your skin and you breathe out a shaky breath. Sungjin liked doing this. His hand alone held so much warmth that your core burned with the need to be filled. He was also so hot, even in cool weather. God, you were horny. "We can leave if you like?"

You nodded your head hastily, intertwining his hand that once held your cheek so lovingly with yours and yanking him towards your car.

The car ride was silent except you could hear the pounding of your heart against your ribcage. The cause? You were so amorous for something, anything to push you over that blissful edge. And what made matters worse was Sungjin's hand on your thigh while the other was steering the wheel. Goodness. You tried so hard not to clench your legs together even though you wanted to.

Today was meant to just get him out the studio and have a leisure-filled day. You wanted to give him a break except all you could think about is having him pull over to the roadside and relieving yourself with his fingers, but you had to remember that this is his day off and you'd gladly palliate him of his tangible built-up stress.

It was about five minutes later and Sungjin pulled up to the place you call home. You led him inside, he locked the door behind him and was about to chill in the living room where he thought you wanted to go cuddle until you abruptly pushed him against the wall to connect lips with yours in a desperate kiss.

He was baffled at first at your impetuous actions but soon he melted in the kiss, his arms finding their way around your lower half, bring you closer into his chest. Wanting to feel you better, Sungjin swiftly turned you around, your back coming in contact with the wall with a thud sound.

You felt the cheeky grin he had against your lips and both your hands traveled up his lusty structure to tug on his short, brown curls, earning a soft gasp from him.

The kiss got messier, sloppy movements as Sungjin's wet tongue eagerly prod against yours, needing to taste more of you. His left hand descended, finding the soft flesh of your thigh and gripping it towards him as he grinds against you. The cotton fabric of your pants and Sungjin's jeans allowed for little friction. Sungjin noticed this and held a growl in his throat.

In quick movements, Sungjin lifts your other thigh, taking you off the ground and settling you on the couch. His tall build hovered over you. He broke the kiss to hook his hands inside the band of your pants, panties and all and only managed to pull it down no more than two inches off your hips before you halted his actions.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, shocked that you made him stop.

"Uh, I..." your cheeks grew hot as you gazed into his eyes that held worry in them. He thought he had done something he shouldn't have and Sungjin would not ever want to do anything that would make you feel uneasy.

He was always tending to your needs before his, wishing to pleasure you first and foremost. Sungjin was that type of guy and you appreciated him so fucking much.

"Sit right here." you pat a spot on the couch and despite being addled at the moment, Sungjin obeyed, tugging his tight jeans away from his body as he sat down. You sat up from your lied down position and moved to kneel in between Sungjin's legs. As you reached forward to undo his jeans, Sungjin caught on to what you were doing and placed his hands over yours. "Baby, what are you doing?"

As if your face couldn't get any hotter, it just went ablaze. "I- I just want to...please you." The last part came out in almost a whisper, but he heard you.

You weren't looking at him this time, your head was cocked to the side in embarrassment. You've never gone down on him before, so you couldn't help but feel shy at his words. Throughout your relationship with him, Sungjin has been willingly eating you out with every chance he got. That proficient tongue of his always managed to get you off, sometimes without the use of his fingers because you were already squirming in ecstasy as your release washed over you so satisfyingly. Now you just wanted to return the same blissful feeling to him.

"You know you don't have to." The tips of his forefinger and thumb gently grasp your chin to turn your head towards him. A soft smile and gentle eyes were so comforting from him, but it did not make you feel reluctant to do what you were planning to do.

Okay so a big part of you really wanted to suck his dick and being only inches away from his prominent hard-on was not going to diffuse your thirst to taste him. "But I want to," you said through a slight pout, pulling on his zipper.

Sungjin still tried to reassure you that you don't need to go down on him if you're not comfortable with it or if you felt pressured by him he's sorry and continued rambling on with nonsense about social norms so you had to shut him up.

"Christ Sungjin, just let me suck your dick!" The words had already flown out your mouth, making the sitting male swallow hard and undo his jeans for you.

You smirked in victory as you watched him lift his hips off the couch only high enough for him to push the clothing material down to pool at his ankles. The underwear he was still sporting showed the divine outline of his dick.

This wasn't the first time you've seen his dick, obviously, but the sight always makes you shiver with arousal. Speaking of which, your panties were practically soaked and you clenched your legs together. You expected Sungjin to pull his boxer briefs down but he didn't and when you glanced up, you saw his head shyly tilted to the side, arms stiff at his sides.

You then placed one hand on his thigh, moving his legs further apart to move in closer. WIth your other hand, you palmed him over the smooth cloth, garnering a stuttered jerk into your hand. You pleasantly observed his reactions, his ears were red, matching his cheeks, and his eyes were tightly shut. As you continued to slowly knead him, Sungjin grew impatient, craving more than what you were wantonly giving him.

"___, at least don't tease." He breathes out a silent beg and god did you not hesitate.

You used both hands to hook the top of the fabric to pull down and his throbbing cock came into view. The engorged tip was an angry red, lightly wet with pre-cum. You swallowed a nervous lump down your throat, preparing it to be able to take his length.

Sungjin's shlong was impressively above average but not too big to make you think he'll rip you open. He had your preferred length in a guy with a lush girth that always provided you with a delicious stretch.

You grasp his cock in your hand, a light grip on it as you brought it to your lips and darted your tongue out to take a kitten lick. Sungjin pressed his lips together, his body involuntarily slouched a bit down and his dick pressed against your lips. You took this as an encouragement to open your mouth and take all of his head inside.

Your mouth was hot and wet, causing the male to have a sharp intake of air. He didn't expect your mouth to feel so good; he had to clench his fist to stop his keen desire to thrust upwards and watch you choke on his dick.

He wanted you to take your time even though he would've loved to be buried in your beautiful throat.

You licked all around his head then sucked fervidly and kept repeating those movements while slowly taking more and more of his cock each time you pulled away. Sungjin was going mad, his chest heaving as he lets out subdued groans. The tip of his dick finally grazed the back of your throat and you couldn't take any more of him so you used your hand to give him languid strokes where your mouth couldn't reach, spreading your saliva to make the glide more pleasurable. That's when he lets his hips snap forward, causing you to pull back with a choke.

"F-Fuck, shit, sorry." he stammered and when he opened his eyes to look at you- lips puffy with soft pants leaving them, eyes so pure it conceals the tinge of color on your cheeks, and a thin thread of your spit connecting from his dick to your lips, a sight so erotic he swears he could almost cum from it.

His cock twitched in your hand and his hips started to thrust, trying to make up for the lost simulation he so desperately craved. You accepted his apology by descending your head once again and taking more of him this time, tears beginning to swell up in the corner of your eyes. A ragged breath was forced out of Sungjin and when you started bobbing your head again, he couldn't suppress his moans of bliss. He watched your cheeks hollowed as you passionately sucked him, creating obscene noises as you did so.

"God, ___, where did you-- ungh- learn to do this?" Sungjin reached forward and kept the strands of your hair from falling on your face and blocking his rapturous view of you sheathing his dick in your mouth so perfectly.

You moaned around him as a response, not able to talk with your mouth full and all. The vibrations sent him into a frenzy, his hips instantaneously driving upwards and his hold on your hair tightened. He controlled the movements and speed of your head and you forced your eyes to stay open and gaze at him.

You could tell he was close by his expression. Mouth agape, nostrils flaring and the overflowing lust in his eyes as he held eye contact with you. Even though he manipulated your mouth on his thick meat, he didn't force you to take all of him all at once, only bringing your head down on half of him before pulling you back up.

Sungjin moved his other hand up to gingerly cup your face and use his thumb to carefully wipe away the tear that never spilled. His thrust started to stagger, curse words cascading from his lips in guttural moans while never tearing his eyes away from you. "Shit, ___, baby I'm gonna cum."

With that warning, you removed his hold on your hair and started roughly sucking on his tip, swirling your tongue around it so lewdly as your hand pumped the rest of his length. One last growl ripped from his throat, his cum shot into your mouth and you moved your hand slower, helping him ride out his orgasm as his hips kept jerking sporadically. You continued stroking, swallowing his creamy load until you milked it all out of him and he pulled your head off of him, the sensitivity was too much for him to bear.

Sungjin swallowed dry after seeing you slurp up his cum like it was your favorite juice. "Damn..." he chuckled, feeling his coyness come back.

You weren't feeling shy any more though, finally had the chance to get him off. He surely wasn't stressed like he was prior in the day when you tried dragging him out JYP building.

"I didn't know you were so good at that." he continued to praise you and then his expression turned serious. "About earlier today, I was just worried about our music and how if the fans didn't like it, they wouldn't like us anymore. I let it get to my head, I'm sorry." As Sungjin apologized, his forever warm hand still cupped your face and his thumb was rubbing soothing circles on your soft skin. You took his hand in yours and planted a kiss on it.

"I forgive you, but next time when I tell you to take a break, you will, yeah?"

Sungjin nodded in compliance, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his hearty smile came on to show. "Yeah."

"Good," You said, standing up off your sore knees, taking your pants off in the process and crawling onto his lap with your legs at his sides. You started to grind on him, Sungjin's heart rate picking up once again as he felt your arousal through your panties. "You know, I could use a little break myself, wanna help me?" Your voice was sultry with words seemingly innocent but was nowhere near it.

He responded by gripping grabbing your ass and rutting upwards, his dick already pulsating for another release. You smirk at how hard he got already and leaned down to press your lips against his. A mewl emitted from you when you felt his fingers rub your clothed heat before hooking the material with his forefingers and pulling it to the side. Your slick juices coated his cock and your insides burned, ready for what's coming next.

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thisissammysblog · 6 years ago

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Tell me something about you and who's your bias from one of the groups below and I'll tell you if I ship you with them/who I ship you with.

Groups:

Astro

Ateez

Blackpink

Block B

BTOB

BTS

Day6

EXO

GOT7

Ikon

Mamamoo

Monsta X

Seventeen

Stray Kids

The Rose

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yongbaesundae · 7 years ago

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Request Are Open!

Feel free to request things!

We write for most groups there’s very little groups that we’ve both agreed not to write for. We write for girl groups and boy groups, we write for male readers, female readers, and gender neutral just make sure to tell us which pronouns you’d prefer in the post. If there’s a topic we don’t feel comfortable writing, your request will be ignored. just to be clear, we write girlxgirl, boyxboy, and both with gender neutral. This is an lgbt blog only

SeaJay & Kouji ♡

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alittleranting · 6 years ago

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Yes or no

I mean I have barley any interaction with my followers, most of them are porn bots anyways BUT nonetheless I am going to ask:

Should I upload the whole 'Barista in Love' fic?

Like sure I have it on Wattpad and some people read it but me as a writer in general always wants as much publicity as possible.

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neo-shitty · 3 years ago

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drown — b.c

description. in which the music wasn't enough to drown out the thoughts inside his head anymore.

pairing. bang chan x female reader (ft. brian & jae from day6)

genre. hurt/comfort(?), slight fluff, slight angst, high school!au

warnings. swearing lol, overthinking, inspired by that one scene in the b me film yes the one where chan loses his shit hmm yes

word count. 3k

notes. ok so this is a prequel to checkmate and is read from taehee’s perspective but you can read this as it is without giving a fuck about checkmate or the series. but if you’re reading the other stories, here’s the series masterlist. also i cant believe i spent an hour figuring out what to name this fic only to pick a random song from my high school playlist smfh (song’s drown by bmth <3)

The music blaring in Chan’s ears no longer drowned out the raging thoughts in his head. But having his headphones on made people steer clear of his way and that saved him from unnecessary human interaction until he reached the stairwell. Eyes followed him as he raced up the stairs, chest constricting as he felt everything close in around him. The sooner he got out of there, the better. He swung himself on the railing to speed himself up, skipping two steps at a time until he saw the wooden door leading out to his only safe place throughout the entire campus.

He looked over his shoulder as he slipped his I.D. through the gap between the door and the frame. The lock popped open with a single swipe, he turned the doorknob open and let himself out.

He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he was out in the open. The pain in his chest eased and the black dots that began to spot his vision slowly disappeared. It took him a moment to readjust his eyes to the brightness outside. A grey sky veiled over the city today, obscuring the sun’s rays with thick clouds of vapor that stretched on endlessly wherever Chan looked. It wasn’t too hot, nor too cold; just about right to match his mood without pissing him off any more than he already was.

Everything was right where he left it—the metal rods, the enormous wooden crates, the worn-out skateboard. His eyes glinted at the sight of the wooden piece hidden beneath the blue tarp. He walked over to pick it up, dusting it off before setting it back down on the cold cement. His feet moved with muscle memory, right foot immediately on the skateboard as the other built his momentum.

And he was off, carving as he neared the corner of the rooftop so he could round back to where he came from.

Skateboarding was always therapeutic for him. It reminded him of better days; carefree times where he didn’t have to deal with the problems that came with growing up. No real responsibilities, no one eyeing every move he made. No insults, no injury. Except maybe physical ones, but those paled in comparison to the things he had to deal with now. He’d rather have his bones broken.

The student council president’s voice bounced off the walls of the conference room, reverberating in the air between all ten members of the council even long after he’d spoken. Pairs of eyes were fixated on Chan, the only person standing in the room, while he stared down at the round oval table.

“Chan.” Brian’s voice had a deep timbre, opposing the normal light tone he’d speak in on a regular basis. “According to Jae, every receipt has been filed and sent to you for liquidation immediately after last semester’s talent showcase. The holiday break is over and it’s been a month since the event, so where is the liquidation report?”

Chan looked up and locked eyes with the presiding officer, only to find a pair of eyes staring at him disappointedly. Then he moved to the officer next to him, Jae, whose expression remained stoic. Chan felt his blood run cold, irked by the way the latter had the nerve to act that way after dumping all the blame on him.

“I promise I’ll fix everything before the meeting,” Jae said on the day he informed Chan that he’d misplaced the receipts from past month’s expenses.

Today, he showed up empty handed. Hours before the meeting, Chan dropped by the older boy’s classroom to inquire about the progress of the missing report.

“Isn’t that liquidation shit your job?” Jae answered, not sparing Chan a glance as he tapped away to some game in his phone.

Chan chuckled, lacing his annoyance and disappointment with a lighter tone to avoid sounding rude, especially to someone who was older. “Exactly, but you said you’d fix everything before the meeting.”

“I gave you the receipts before I left for the break.”

“No, you mentioned you misplaced them and said you’ll fix them yourself before the monthly meeting.”

A few of Jae’s classmates had turned their heads in their direction, eavesdropping on the conversation and milking it for any gossip to pass around. Jae finally looked up when he realized that he couldn’t have his four-year spotless reputation ruined, especially when he was on the running for model students.

“Don’t lie to me, kid. We met up the day before I left and I gave you everything.”

Chan opened his mouth to speak when the other boy towered over him, gesturing for the both of them to talk outside. He tailed behind the taller boy.

The halls were devoid of people. Majority were already in class, some were still waiting for instructors to arrive. A fraction appeared like they were doing an illegal transaction, just like how Jae and Chan.

“Did you go there to embarrass me like that, Chan?” Jae asked, snapping Chan back to their conversation.

The latter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “Of course not.”

“Didn’t seem like it.” Jae cocked an eyebrow before he joked, “Grew some balls because you’re a junior now?”

Chan let out another half-assed laugh to shake off the tension. “Hyung,” he clarified, “I only needed the report because the president would surely ask me about it in the meeting later.”

“I’ll handle Brian, don’t worry,” Jae nudged the younger boy before leaning in to whisper. “But keep that little slip up between us, okay? Did you see them earlier?” he pointed back into the classroom before he continued, “My classmates are Dispatch reporters in the making. They’d make a rumor out of anything they hear. What’s worse is that people believe them easily. I can’t have my reputation smudged by some rumor I can fix. Do me a solid and cover up for me, yeah?”

For a moment, the thought of just spilling the truth crossed Chan’s mind. But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything out of place, not when the older boy glared at him from across the oval table.

“I didn’t get to prepare it yet,” Chan muttered quietly but the room was silent enough for him to be heard easily. He never liked silence, it made him hear everything—Brian’s scoff, the disappointed click of another council member’s tongue, the rustle of Jae’s trousers as he bounced his leg beneath the table, the impatient tapping of your fingers on the oval table as the meeting went overtime and the thoughts inside his own head.

Brian turned to Chan again, knuckles white from gripping the edge of the table too hard. The older boy sighed before he began, “Do you have any idea how important that file is? The admin’s holding back our second semester budget because of that. How long are you planning to delay us?” Chan couldn’t bring himself to answer. “Tell me the truth,” Brian said and Chan was nearly compelled to do so just so he wouldn’t have to hear the rest of what the former had to say, “did you choose not to do it or did you lose the receipts?”

Jae wasn’t looking at Chan anymore.

Chan swallowed, ironing himself up before he answered. “I didn’t get around to doing it because I lost the receipts.”

The council didn’t hold back on their disappointment anymore and Chan hoped Jae felt as much of the weight as he did.

“Of all the things you could mess up doing, you fucked up that? You’re not irresponsible, I know. I never had my doubts, Chan. But you really let me down with this one. Do you even know how long we’re stalling our senior events just because you can’t submit that report? And now you tell us that you lost the receipts? Why’d you even bother running if you can’t do your job right? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

Chan didn’t stay long enough after the meeting’s adjournment to hear out Jae’s explanation nor Brian’s apology. The rooftop was vast and open, but his mind was still trapped inside the tiny conference hall—replaying their disappointment on loop like a broken record and a reminder of what he always had been. Always one step behind, never truly great at anything and above all, he just couldn’t seem to do anything right no matter how hard he tried.

The failed kickflip he attempted to do only served as another living testament. The board landed with a thud, wheels up and its rider staggering forward.

Chan had enough.

The breath he took did nothing to calm him down. His blood ran cold; his mind went numb. He turned around, sweeping the skateboard off the cement before slamming it back down. The sound it made wasn’t pleasant, but the board somehow remained unscathed and it only irritated Chan even more.

Right when he was about to pick it back up from the floor, a voice came from behind him. Only then did he realize that the music in his headphones had stopped playing long ago. His thoughts have gotten the better of him again.

“What did that skateboard ever do to you?”

The skateboard didn’t hit the cement a second time, but his grip on it was just as tight as it had been before. The deafening thunder in his ear began to quiet down as his raging thoughts dwindled into murmurs. He lowered his arm as the fog began to clear up.

He turned to find you standing by the entrance, squinting back at him.

“What are you doing here?” Chan asked, tugging his headphones down as his eyes followed you.

You walked over to the parapet, leaning against the wall so you could get a glimpse of the 90-feet high view. “You said we’ll get lunch together. I thought you went ahead but you weren’t at the cafeteria when I got there.”

Chan muttered a curse under his breath. “Shall we get going then? Sorry I made you wait up.”

“No need.”

You pulled out two granola bars from the pocket of your sweater, tossing one in his direction once he was close enough. It wasn’t the full meal you could’ve gotten at the cafeteria, but it was better than nothing. He caught it with ease, ripping the wrapper with his teeth before biting off half of the bar in one go. He gobbled the bar down in seconds, while you took your sweet time in finishing yours off.

Chan stood at a respectful distance, leaning against the same wall and looking down at the same scenery, but a foot or two away from you. Only then did it occur to him that of all the people in your friend group, the person he least conversed with had been you. Besides the occasional small talk when his more favored friends weren’t around yet, he never had much reason to talk to you. Or at least he never dared to because you never seemed to see eye to eye on a lot of things.

But despite the long list of differences, you had one common ground—dealing with the council’s bullshit together as the only two juniors elected in supposedly seniors-only positions.

Soon, he turned to face you. “How did you find out I was here?”

“Sometimes we could see your head pop up when we ate lunch there,” you said, pointing at a shady spot beneath a tall tree down at the quadrangle, “but we never bothered coming up. Most of the time t’was because the others were too lazy to climb 6 flights to get you because you could always come down to us. Other times because we respected your need to have some time to yourself.”

“So why did you come up here today?” he inquired, pursing his lips a moment too late when he realized that he sounded ungrateful.

“Because I couldn’t stand the way you let that happen to you,” you answered straightforwardly, turning your head so you could look Chan in the eye. “I know Jae lost the receipts, but why did you take the blame for it?”

Chan chuckled, a habit he developed whenever he wanted to alleviate the tension off a pinch. He looked away when he noticed that you were still staring. “I don’t really want to talk about it,” he mumbled.

You sighed, exasperatedly. “I don’t care if you don’t want to talk about it because I do. I’m sick of watching them push you around and I’m sick of watching you let them do whatever they want. Did you run for personal assistant, Chan?”

“They’re still older, _____.”

“To hell if they’re older! Respect begets respect.. I’ve seen you stand up for others but you can’t stand up for yourself?” you asked, your tone rising along with your frustration towards him.

The boy shrugged beside you, “I don’t know.”

You struck his arm lightly and he winced, “Don’t be stupid and stand up for yourself. My point is, while you’re out here trying your best to save everyone’s asses, who’s out there to save you? Who’ll save you if you won’t do it yourself?”

“You?”

Finally, you faltered. It only took a joke like that to lighten the mood. You tore your eyes away from him, staring off into the distance as you allowed yourself to laugh. Chan's light chuckle followed, freeing the air of the built up tension from seconds ago.

“That was a one time thing,” you explained. “If I didn’t call him out for taking too long, we’d still be there listening to him nag.”

The rest of the lunch break was spent lambasting the council and everyone else that came to mind. Chan felt his anger fizzle with every rant, bursting out into occasional fits of laughter when you shared the same sentiments as he did. If anything, venting was more stress relieving than his own coping mechanisms. Back then, keeping himself sane relied on bottling everything up and sucking it in until it eventually boiled down into nothing. But everything would still be there even after some time, piling up slowly. Today, he felt the pile decrease significantly. He was glad he found some form of release.

He talked and you listened. He let out every frustration from the past few months of working for the council, knowing well that you wouldn’t spill because your attention was more drawn to keeping your balance on the skateboard than on the things he had to say. And you couldn’t hold him at gunpoint for saying things you agreed with yourself, could you?

“I didn’t think you cared about me though,” Chan blurted out of the blue, hand still outstretched for you to hold.

You took his hand, gripping it tightly every time the board tilted into a direction it wasn’t supposed to. “We eat lunch together everyday.”

Your reply didn’t explain anything. “We barely talk,” he muttered as he dragged you along, walking you around the perimeter of the rooftop as you rode on the deck of the worn out skateboard.

“You never approach me.”

Chan turned to you, “It’s because you always look at me like you don’t want me around.”

“I look at everyone like that. It’s not my fault you misinterpreted it,” you replied. “Do you want me to smile every time I see you?”

He stared at you for a moment longer before he rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Maybe you weren’t as bad as he thought you were. It had been a while since he last felt relieved and he never thought he’d find comfort in the person he least expected it from.

Chan opened his mouth to mutter his thanks but he was cut off when the rooftop door burst open.

“I told you he’d be here,” Jeongin said as soon as he stepped onto the cemented floor of the building “Oh, and _____'s here too!”

Minho stayed by the door, enjoying the cool breeze from there without having to recognize just how high up he was right then. Jisung stumbled out, dragging Lia along with him, and they locked eyes with the skyline.

“I thought the rooftop was strictly off limits!” Jisung shouted. “You’re planning to keep this all to yourselves?”

“Council kids have keys,” you replied.

No, you didn’t, but you had I.D. cards and they worked just fine. You hopped off the skateboard before racing Chan to the entrance. He won, of course, even when he gave you a long head start.

“What brought you guys up here?” Chan asked as soon as you were all gathered together by the entrance.

The four of them exchanged glances which made you both worried and confused. Nothing good ever came after nervous glances. In the end, they all ended up staring at Lia..

The girl sighed before she blurted out the million-dollar secret. “Changbin and Hyunjin fought and now we’re blacklisted from the cafeteria.”

“They what?”

“Who won?”

Yep, it was just another day in your friend group.

You looked up and found Chan glaring. You backtracked, “I mean, why would they pick a fight with each other? We’re too old for this.”

Before they could bother explaining what happened, Chan had already stormed off. Everyone else remained still for moments before you nodded in his direction, signalling the other boys to catch up. You were left behind with Lia and she waited as you erased the traces of your trespass on the rooftop. You shoved the skateboard back beneath the tarp before you ran back to the entrance. You took one final look at the barren rooftop before you locked the door behind you.

“You and Chan?” Lia asked, smirking slyly as you made your way down the flight of stairs.

The image of Chan being on the brink of losing his composure revisited your mind and you wondered if he was like that behind closed doors. He was one of the most level-headed people you knew, the one who kept his cool even as the world never went his way, the exact opposite of what you were. And yet on the rooftop earlier, you were both standing on the same ground.

Perhaps, you were up for saving him until he learned to save himself.

But you shook your head, both to keep your thoughts away and to answer Lia’s question. “Council things,” you answered swiftly. “Now, who won the fight?”

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