#day6 y/n

[dearly-somber]

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."

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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.”

[lexa-mcu]

candles, lanterns and fairy lights

#flufftober2022

@flufftober

#day6

Before she got home she already texted Bucky that she hadn’t had a good day and that she didn’t want to eat out and he was ok with that.

When she got home the first thing she saw was all the lights out except for some in the living room. She walked by the kitchen counter that had a few candles on it and their flower vase had a new bouquet of flowers.

“Bucky?” she called out “In here!” she heard from the living room. She saw a fort made up and was confused. She kneeled on the ground and saw Bucky in the fort. it had fairy lights hanging up and basically all their pillows and blankets.

She laughed and said “what is this for?” He smiled at her and said “You texted me you had a bad day and so i thought this might make you feel better. We can watch your favorite movie and eat popcorn.”

She smiled and leaned in to kiss him and said “i’ll be right back let me get on my pajamas.”

When she came back he was sitting in the fort with a bowl of freshly made popcorn in his lap. She pushed a blanket to the side and crawled in. She sat next to him and cuddled against him.

She turned on Mean Girls and he didn’t care what she watched he just wanted her to be happy. About 40 minutes into the movie he looked down and saw her asleep on his chest. He smiled and turned off the tv and moved down so his head was on the pillow. The last thing he saw before he fell asleep where the fairy lights twinkling.

[velvetydream]

Another question, are there even still Ahgase or MyDays that would be up for reading storys? I'd love to write for GOT7 or Day6 but idk if anyone even reads them anymore! :((

[gluion]

the book of us ➵ masterlist

non-idol!zerobaseone x afab reader (they/them)

listen closely to the stories of zb1 as they find themselves entangled in lives filled with friendships, passions, hardships, love, and of course, music!

general genre/warnings ➵ lots of fluff, some angst, expect crack, they/them pronouns <3, band au, a mix of college, fresh graduates, and highschool aus, crazy case of loserism from the zb1 guys (as it should be), music is the connecting factor <3 make sure to read every story's respective genre/warnings

additional notes ➵ stories can be read as standalones but it's highly encouraged to read through all! all previous and upcoming y/ns will be referred to as __!y/n titles and synopsis are subject to change but plots/genres are pretty set

word count ➵ projected to be 10-15k words per story under side a, 5-10k words per story under side b

a/n ➵ happy 500 followers! you cannot separate me from my zb1 guys and day6... i'm excited for this series so please send strength my way <3 i hope you guys stay seated for this series :D thank u again to @vernyangel and @shegotthewoobies for the support and helping me create this universe! always remember that reblogging helps a ton and will help me gain traction :3

want to be part of the series taglist? fill out the form! masterlist

SIDE A

TRACK 1: home is found in you ➵ kim gyuvin

when kim gyuvin is forced to volunteer at a animal shelter, the last thing he expects is to be compared to a rescued dog. (and to fall in love with you.) — strangers to lovers to exes to lovers, small town au, summer au, fluff, angst, based on “i smile” by day6

TRACK 2: the ballad of a lovestruck friend ➵ seok matthew

while everyone seems to know who seok matthew’s crush is, he refuses to reveal the identity to you. (now, why’s everyone calling you dense?) — friends to lovers, university au, fluff, based on “i like you” by day6

TRACK 3: the plotted invisible string ➵ kim taerae

if kim taerae had any regrets, it would be not asking out his first love. luckily for him, he’s got another shot now. (how’s he going to mastermind it this time?) — strangers to friends to lovers, highschool & university au, fluff, crack, based on “wanna go back” & “chocolate” by day6

TRACK 4: on (your) strings ➵ zhang hao

if there’s anything zhang hao hated, it’s double harmonics, paganini’s caprice no. 24, and the annoying viola player in orchestra. (so why can’t he stop thinking about you?) — enemies to lovers, university (master’s) au, fluff, angst, based on “i wait” by day6

TRACK 5: first day(s) on the job ➵ kim jiwoong

although kim jiwoong is set to impress his boss, he’s unlucky to be assigned with the clueless intern who seems to always cause a mess. (maybe you two wouldn’t be staying in your jobs for that long.) — strangers to lovers, workplace au, crack, fluff, angst, based on “man in a move” by day6

SIDE B

TRACK 6: eye for talent ➵ shen quanrui/ricky

as ricky plans to invest in the next big band, his eyes are set on the university crowd’s favorite bar for their breakthrough. (and the owner who always says no to him.) — strangers to lovers, university au, fluff, angst, based on “emergency” by day6

TRACK 7: lost in translation ➵ park gunwook

although park gunwook wants to make his name in underground hiphop scene, he’s set on meeting the respected, masked rapper that took the community by a storm. (it just so happens that he didn’t know he fucked up his first meeting with you.) — strangers to lovers, university au, crack, fluff, based on “what can i do?” by day6

TRACK 8: 8,000 kilometers worth ➵ sung hanbin

if there’s one thing sung hanbin wasn’t expecting, it’s being kept far away from you. (did you two have what it takes to sustain it?) — established relationship, angst, based on “about now” by day6

TRACK 9: slowly bruising but healing ➵ han yujin

han yujin’s biggest enemy is himself, but you’re here to remind him of his worth amidst a sea of criticism. (all you can hope is that he’ll listen to your voice as he hopes the same for you.) — platonic, highschool au, angst, coming-of-age, based on “marathon” by day6

taglist ➵ @kflixnet @blankjournal

[formyaisonly]

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— like we were before

Track 07: downtown lights 𓆩♡𓆪

୨♡୧ I got the dice concept from 5SOS and 4NEMO's positions from DAY6.

୨♡୧ Kazuha influenced Y/N's music taste. They got into music because of him and when they started dating, Y/N used to post the songs they heard from him. It's why their account is a bit popular— because people started liking the recommendations. They stopped doing it when they broke up.

୨♡୧ Lumine is protective and petty, that's all I can say.

It's my favorite chapter so far and I was listening to Fade Into You by Mazzy Star the whole time I was doing it. The indirect dedication of songs was something— you know the feeling of posting a song on your story, hoping they'd bother checking out the lyrics. If you want to listen to the LWWB playlist, here is the link.

🔖taglist: @swivi @whipped-for-fictionals

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[binniebakery]

About Now

♡ Bf!Kai x Gn!Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff! ♡

♡ Summary: No matter how far away you two are, you’ll always feel like home to him. <3 ♡ Warnings: None aside from nicknames/long distance! ♡ A/N: This is based off of day6’s song “about now” hehe I love that song to bits and the lyrics are sooo cute😭😭so please listen while reading for the full experience! Enjoy <3

Kai ran his fingers through his hair as he checked his phone again for the millionth time that morning. He was so tired but he would do anything to hear your voice, even if it meant sacrificing his sleep and waking up earlier than he really needed to. It was late where you were on your side of the world but he knew you’d always reply to his texts when you could. He reluctantly brushed his teeth, his soft hair a mess and still in his pajamas. He had to at least do something productive while he waited for you to get off work. By now, you must have erased your make-up

By now, you must have finished preparing

My old shirt that is going to be your pajama

I can imagine you wearing it

Like always, you must be beautiful Kai found himself daydreaming about you once again. Whenever he had time he always found himself thinking of you. What outfit did you wear today? Did you eat? How was work? His thoughts were always y/n must be eating dinner right now, or y/n must be washing the dishes. His favorite thought was just picturing you fresh out of the shower, wearing just his shirt.<3 Kai liked to imagine himself walking behind you and scooping you in for a tight hug. It made his heart race just thinking about it. Ring.. Ring Ring… Ring.. Suddenly he was wide awake now, hearing that familiar ringtone he set just for you. He lets it ring for just a few seconds (he can’t make it obvious he was desperate to hear your voice!) before answering with his usual cheery tone. “Hyuka!~ I just finished doing my skincare routine! Did I wake you up?” Your voice was sweeter than sugar, his ears were blessed. The early morning birds began to chirp but nothing was more calming than hearing you say his name from across the world. “No of course not sweetie, I just decided to get up early today.” His smile grew wider hearing your soft giggles over the line. God, he missed you. The night snack you ordered without me

How does it taste?

Because I'm not there

Did you perhaps dream of naughty things?

I keep worrying about your days without me

Are you also feeling blank like me? As if a screw is loose The morning went on just like that. You talking about your day ending and Kai just starting his. Being on tour was tough for the both of you but you always managed to show your support no matter how far you both were. “What do you mean you ordered egg tarts without me?!” Your boyfriend pouted. “I’m sorry! I promise when you get back we can eat as many as you want together my prince.” Your laugh and voice were refreshing and addicting. How could he ever be mad at you? Just wait a few days

Until we meet again

I prayed for the time to be by our side

Today the clock is ticking slowly

Or is it my heart that is feeling rushed?

I want to see your beautiful face “Y’know, the tour is almost over, I’ll be home soon my love,” Kai mumbled as he rummaged through his luggage for the right outfit to head to his rehearsal. “Mhm, I’m always counting the seconds till I get to see you again..” You whispered back, the intimate atmosphere was so intense both of you could feel it on each side of the phone line. Kai felt himself warm up at the thought of you waiting for him at the airport, running into his warm arms and you two could go home together.  “Let’s go to an arcade when I get back, I want to play games with you.” Kai chirped as he pulled his shirt over his head. Your immediate cheery response was all he needed to motivate him to get through his day. “Alright, I have to go now. Promise you’ll be good for me?” Kai teases as he closes his bag, all things accounted for. “Just for you. I’ll keep my naughty thoughts to myself until you get home~” You teased back and the both of you let out a wholehearted laugh. Everything felt right in the world with you having each other’s backs.  “Have a good sleep. Love you, remember I’m cheering for you y/n.. and don’t forget to dream of me~” Your boyfriend was such a tease. And you loved every single bit of it. Your ray of sunshine. The night snack you ordered without me

How does it taste?

Because I'm not there

Did you perhaps dream of naughty things?

I keep worrying about your days without me

Are you also feeling blank like me?

As if a screw is loose

Time felt like it was going slower than ever when he was doing his schedules or on tour, but at the end of the day, all he needed was his partner waiting for him with arms open wide. Your small apartment always smelled of you. It had all your shared stuffed animals, your soft bed just waiting for him to lay on with you, your kitchen where you both baked together, the TV and couch where you both played games together, and most importantly, your apartment had you.

[luvkyu]

wadduh it me again but anon version😈 dowoon x 5th member male reader where dw has the biggest crush on reader (im delulu) and literally admires him during mv filmings, photoshoots or even just normal shit SO the other members notice this behaviour and teases him about it HAHAHAHAHAHA

so let's love ( yoon dowoon )

dowoon x male!reader

dowoon can't hide his definitely-not-platonic love for his bandmate.

content : 0.4k words, fluff, idol!dowoon x 5th member!reader

( a/n ) MMMMMM DAY6 ( i'm obsessed ) this is rly short im sorry,, i rewrote it like three times and im still not that satisfied with it but its FINE

"he's doing it again.." sungjin mumbled toward wonpil beside him.

"huh?"

"dowoon," sungjin clarified, "he's doing it again."

wonpil looked over at dowoon, who was a few feet away on the photoshoot set. the group was currently taking concept photos for their next album, and dowoon's gaze was stuck rather obviously on y/n.

"i don't know what else you expected," wonpil replied. "he's obsessed."

"who's obsessed?" younghyun chimed in after just getting his makeup touched up.

"dowoon."

"oh. with y/n?"

wonpil and sungjin nodded.

"then yes," younghyun agreed.

y/n continued to change poses and expressions in front of the camera. dowoon felt mesmerized. he was supposed to go after y/n, but he didn't know how well he'd do in front of the camera after watching y/n. he might as well have fallen in love all over again.

"yoon dowoon!"

dowoon snapped out of his trance. he looked over at the rest of his group with raised brows. the color on his face turned to a deep red as he realized they'd been watching him stare at y/n. sungjin waved him over, but dowoon almost felt like ignoring him. he knew the three were bound to tease him.

dowoon walked over to them after taking one more glance at y/n, who finally met dowoon's eyes and sent him a quick smile before looking back at the camera. dowoon felt his heart skip in his chest. he looked down at his feet as he walked before stopping in front of his friends.

"so when are you guys gonna kiss?" younghyun asked.

"never, at this point," wonpil answered.

dowoon blinked, "what?"

"tsk. you and y/n. we're waiting for you and y/n to finally get together," sungjin explained.

dowoon looked back at y/n one more time.

"what do you mean?"

small sighs and groans of disappointment sounded from the others.

"you suck at being subtle dowoon. make a move on y/n already," wonpil urged while sungjin and younghyun nodded along.

"i don't think he sees me that way," dowoon protested a bit shyly.

"shut up, you two are basically each other's favorites."

"there's no way he doesn't like you too."

"dowoon, respectfully, open your fucking eyes."

dowoon continued to watch y/n as his bandmates talked. he really hoped they were right.

[basketballanonsblog]

In My Wildest Dreams (you were beautiful)

Synopsis: Some memories and dreams are better left in the past.

A/N: The sequel to save the first dance, and it was a product of listening to Wildest Dreams by T.Swift and You Were Beautiful by Day6.

Flashbacks are in italics

TW: mentions of a plane accident (and character death), but hopefully, the rest is a bit more lighthearted (okay with a smidge of angst/bittersweet moments)

Flash

"That's great! Now let's try-"

"Actually y/n, maybe you should take a break."

"But-"

"Please." The newlyweds pleaded. "Enjoy the food, loosen up on the dance floor or something. We insist."

"I guess a break wouldn't hurt."

"Fantastic! Please, enjoy the party, you're a guest too."

You partially tidied up your camera equipment, when you dropped the camera lens cap. You briskly walked to retrieve it as it rolled away, but it thankfully stopped by one of the tables.

Quickly kneeling down to pick it up, you didn't expect the hit to your eye, knocking you off balance as you were standing back up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The pained yelp you let out caught the attention of the other occupants at the table.

You were about to complain to the woman who punched you but the words fell flat.

She was beautiful.

Yet too close as she inspected your face.

Wow.

"Huh?"

Crap.You weren't supposed to say that out loud.

"I said, ow."

Yep. Act like an idiot. That will save you from embarrassment.

She didn't buy it, but hey, at least it broke the tension.

"Come on, I'll get you some ice for your pretty face."

You didn't even have time to blush from the compliment as she dragged you away.

"Unnie?" Eun Jung's voice pulled Nayeon out of the memory.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"I asked if you want to accompany me to my cousin's wedding next weekend."

She hadn't been to a wedding since-

"You can say no if you want unnie."

"I...will think about it."

"Of course."

Despite Eun Jung's reassuring smile, Nayeon still felt guilty.

-x-

"Y/n, you know I love you, but are you almost finished?"

The ten of you were having a spontaneous photoshoot by the lake.

You had been waiting until sunset for the perfect moment, the other eight members too.

"Just one last photo jagiya. For this one, I aiming to catch the expression of surprise. I'll stand behind you, and on the count of three I want you to turn around with your best surprised face."

"1..." You pulled out the ring.

"2..." You knelt down on one knee

"3..." The love of your life turned around, and it was a picture-perfect moment.

"You're awfully quiet."

Chaeyoung observed as the group were resting.

"Unnie?" Still nothing, even when she waved her hand in front of her face.

Taking advantage of the situation, Jeongyeon ran her hand under the tap and splashed a little water in Nayeon's face.

The scream she let out, signalled her return back to reality.

"Yoo Jeongyeon!"

"Sorry! You weren't responding to Chaeyoung, now spill what's on your mind."

"Eun Jung asked if I wanted to accompany her to a wedding this weekend."

"Is that so terrible?" The group leader asked.

"No, but I thought our relationship was just casual. Her bringing me as a plus one to a family member's wedding feels anything but."

"You two have been going on friendly 'dates' for a month now, and not even fifteen minutes after meeting, you made out with her."

"That was y/n in Eun Jung's body!"

Jihyo stood, diffusing the situation.

"What Jeongyeon unnie means is that your relationship has gone beyond casual. Do you like her romantically?"

"I..." think I do. "Don't know."

"Then it's time to figure it out."

-x-

Eun Jung stared at her phone. It had been two days since she asked Nayeon to the wedding but it was radio silence from her end.

"Was it too soon?" She muttered to herself.

"Nonsense!"

The poor woman nearly fainted in shock when you appeared beside her.

"Y/n?"

"In the flesh! Wait..."

"How are you here?"

"They're pretty laid back, up there. They let people wander earth on occasion, as long as they don't interfere too much with the living."

There was a pause as she processed that information.

"So you don't mind if it's my intention to court Nayeon?"

"Of course not! I do watch from above and I can see how much she likes you."

"Have you visited her?"

A flash of sadness emerged within your eyes.

"No. I don't think I should, my presence might hurt her."

Seeing Nayeon would hurt me, too.

The sound of a message coming through cut the conversation, and Eun Jung let out a sigh of relief once reading the message.

She was about to share her delight with you, but you had vanished.

-x-

After much consideration, Nayeon decided to accept the invitation.

And with three days until the wedding, she was struggling to decide in what to wear.

"As long as you don't wear white!" Eun Jung jested.

"Still struggling?" Mina peered into the room.

"Yeah." She flopped back onto her bed.

"In that case, I have a suggestion."

"Great." Mina was concerned about Nayeon's defeated tone.

"Unnie, are you okay?"

"I guess so. I feel..."

"Feel?" Mina prompted.

"Never mind." She brushed off with an obvious fake smile. "Now, show me what you had in mind."

-x-

Eun Jung grinned when Nayeon entered the living room, her hair  cascading in slight waves."

"Wow, you look great. Lilac suits you."

Her date for the evening became bashful at the compliment.

"Ditto."

"Ready to go?"

"Lead the way."

-x-

The ceremony was intimate, and ever so sweet. She kept a low profile, not wanting to steal attention away from the happy couple.

But there was a pit in Nayeon's stomach.

"Y/n and I first met at a wedding."

Everyone was enjoying the music at the reception, but the pair decided to remain seated at the table.

"Oh?"

"She was hired as the photographer and I accidentally punched her in the eye." She snorted at the memory.

"Talk about a memorable first meeting."

"Indeed. She gave me her business card since she was still on the job, but in the following weeks, we just clicked. The rest was history."

I'm sorry your story had a tragic ending.

Eun Jung thought.

"Do you want to dance?" She offered her hand to the idol, who didn't hesitate this time.

"Sure."

Nayeon was taken aback when you twirled her around the dance floor.

"I didn't know you could dance."

"What can I say? There's a lot you might not know about me." Eun Jung ended her statement with a wink.

Looking at her brought Nayeon back to the past.

"High School Musical 3, really? Aren't we a little too old for this?"

"Humour me, sweetie."

You'd never admit it, but you were enjoying the film.

"Here!" She paused the movie. "This is one of my favourite scenes."

"So you've watched this more than once."

"Shhh. Just take my hand."

Fortunately, the front room was spacious.

You fell in love all over again when she began singing.

What she didn't know was that you could carry a tune too.

"Won't you promise me." Nayeon nearly stumbled in surprise when you sang back. To her credit, she recovered from it swiftly.

"Now won't you promise me

That you'll never forget.

"We'll keep dancing."

"To keep dancing."

"Wherever we go next."

She lightly punched you once the scene finished (not without a kiss first though.)

"Why am I only discovering now that you can sing?! After nearly a year together." The idol pouted.

"What can I say? I'm just full of surprises."

"Unnie?"

The memory faded back into the present.

Nayeon buried her face into Eun Jung's shoulder, not wanting to converse anymore.

She was grateful that her partner had picked up on the silent cue. Instead, she held her ever so slightly tighter while they continued swaying.

-x-

When the night was over, they ended up before Nayeon's door.

"Thanks for inviting me today. I enjoyed myself."

"I'm glad, and if I haven't said it enough tonight, you look beautiful."

"I thought you said no one would recognise me here."

"They don't."

"Then why are they staring?"

"Because you're beautiful."

"Sweet talker."

"That's a Twice song, right?"

"Oh shut up, and kiss me."

"Gladly."

She found herself unconsciously leaning into Eun Jung, who reciprocated.

The sensation of their lips brushing together just about broke Nayeon out of her stupor.

The pressure she had been feeling over the week finally bubbled over. She took a few steps back, shaking her head. Tears starting to form.

"Nayeon?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do this."

She slammed the apartment door, leaving Eun Jung outside, confused and desperate.

"Unnie, please. I'm sorry. I didn't intend to make you uncomfortable.

She felt the lump in her throat worsen when she hear Nayeon crying on the other side.

"Please. Can you open the door so we can talk about it?"

"Eun Jung. Please leave me alone."

She listened this time, deciding that giving her space was best.

-x-

Nayeon continued sobbing in her room.

Every moment spent with her, felt like she was betraying you.

"Damn you, y/n! Why did you have to leave me in the first place? And just when I was starting to accept this loss, you come back. I ended up back at square one."

"I apologise, and if it were possible, I'd take away your pain, my love."

At first, she assumed she was hallucinating.

Until she wiped her tears, to see you lying opposite her.

That made her sob harder.

You patiently waited until she calmed down.

"How? Why are you here, y/n?"

"To relieve you from the guilt you're feeling."

"It's difficult when I still miss you, so much."

"Do you like Eun Jung?"

"Yes. I haven't felt this way about someone else since I lost you."

"Then go for it. Don't let her slip away. You shouldn't stay hung up on me, a ghost from your past. Live, and let yourself fall in love again."

Instead of resisting, Nayeon finally let your words wash over her.

You were right.

This could be the last time you'd see her, so you etched each one of her features into your heart and mind.

"Y/n?"

"What were your last moments like?"

"I was allowed to finish my part of the job a week ahead of schedule. The flight started normal, but we got caught in a storm..."

"Attention all passengers, please fasten your seat belts immediately."

Lighting struck the wing, causing a fire. The pilots fought hard to maintain control, but it was obvious that it wasn't working, as the turbulence hit hard. The oxygen masks dropped down, but the plane wouldn't make it to a safe landing zone.

You pulled out the photo of Nayeon you kept in your wallet.

The thought of not being able to see her walk down the aisle broke you.

My darling. If I don't make it out of this, I plead that you always remember how much I love you.

"The plane just kept going down, until nothing. The last thing I thought about before I died was you."

"I was a wreck when I found out from a colleague of yours. The members were around to catch me as my knees gave in. I never stopped grieving over you, but now, I'm ready to choose happiness again."

Her eyes shut, and all you wanted to do was touch her face.

It's time to let her go, y/n.

-x-

Eun Jung laid defeated in the comfort of her bed.

Not that she rested. She was to busy kicking herself for what happened a few days ago.

You fool! Why did you have to kiss her all of a sudden?!

She trudged towards the door when there was a knock.

"Hi."

"Hey." She thought she had ruined things with the idol, but to see her standing outside her door...

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"It was insensitive of me to invite you to a wedding since it's still a sensitive subject."

"It's not your fault, I said yes despite the fact I wasn't ready."

"Regardless, I got the sense that something wasn't right but I ignored it. For that, I apologise."

"I'll only accept your apology if you let me take you out for coffee."

"Deal."

The smile Nayeon gave her, made her heart skip a beat. She knew that from now on, she wants to be a reason behind that smile.

-x-

Nayeon sat in your office, fiddling with the trinkets on your desk.

"You always did like your organised messes."

She looked up, seeing you sitting on the edge of the desk, looking at her just as you had always done.

A smile gracing your lips and your eyes full of love.

"Sitting here doesn't hurt as it did a year and a half ago."

Her phone buzzed with a text from Eun Jung.

'Happy 6 months sunshine! I'm downstairs.'

'I'll be there now 💖'

Nayeon glanced back at you, remembering your last words to her.

"Promise me you won't be afraid to find happiness."

Just like then, her eyes began to water, but they weren't tears of grief this time.

"I kept my promise. I found happiness again."

She could've sworn your smile grew when you seemingly heard that.

Making her way out, she turned back for a final look around the office; the mirage of you, gone.

"Y/n, thank you."

Even if our story was short, it was beautiful. We'll meet again in our wildest dreams.

[geotjwrs]

I Smile

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; angsty

As Y/N stood in the dimly lit studio, his fingers gently caressing the strings of his guitar, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the memories weighing heavily on his heart. The lyrics of their latest song, "I Smile," echoed in his mind, each word a affecting reminder of the love he once shared with Jenna.

It had been years since they last saw each other, their paths diverging after a painful breakup fueled by misunderstandings and unspoken truths. Y/N had tried to move on, burying himself in his music and the whirlwind of fame that followed, but Jenna had always lingered in the corners of his mind like a ghost he couldn't shake.

As news of Jenna's impending marriage to actor Percy Hynes White spread like wildfire through the tabloids, Y/N found himself grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of him was happy for her, glad that she had found someone who could give her the love and happiness she deserved. But another part of him couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, a lingering ache for the life they could have had together if things had been different.

Just as Y/N was lost in his reverie, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. It was Jenna, reaching out after all these years with a proposition that took Y/N by surprise. She wanted Y/N and his band to sing at the after-party of her wedding, favoring him with the opportunity of a lifetime.

At first, Y/N was hesitant, unsure if he could bear to face Jenna again after all this time. But as he thought about the chance to see her one last time, to sing their song together on the eve of her wedding, he knew that he couldn't say no. This was his chance to confront the ghosts of their past, to lay his feelings bare and finally find the closure he so desperately craved.

The night of the wedding arrived, and Y/N found himself standing on stage with his bandmates, the spotlight casting a warm glow over the crowd. His heart raced as he scanned the room, searching for Jenna among the sea of faces.

And then, there she was, standing at the back of the room, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of hesitation and longing. Y/N felt a rush of emotions flood over him as memories of their time together came flooding back, the pain of their breakup still fresh in his mind.

But as he began to sing the haunting melody of "I Smile," Y/N felt something shift within him. The words poured from his lips like a confession, each note a bittersweet reminder of the love they once shared. He poured his heart and soul into every word, his voice trembling with raw emotion as he laid bare his deepest feelings for Jenna and the pain of their separation.

And as he sang, Y/N saw Jenna's expression soften, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. In that moment, surrounded by the music and the memories, they found themselves transported back to a time when anything seemed possible, when their love knew no bounds.

When the song came to an end, Y/N held Jenna's gaze for a moment longer, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. But as she smiled through her tears, Y/N knew that, despite the pain of the past, they would always have the music to bring them together.

And as he stepped off the stage, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that, no matter what the future held, he would always carry Jenna in his heart.

As the soft strains of music floated through the air, Jenna stood on the terrace overlooking the twinkling lights of the city below, her wedding dress trailing behind her like a cloud. She took a deep breath, the weight of the evening settling around her like a comforting embrace.

Y/N approached her from behind, his footsteps muffled by the sound of laughter and chatter from the guests mingling inside. He paused a few feet away, unsure if he should intrude on her moment of solitude, but then Jenna turned and caught sight of him, her eyes lighting up with surprise and something else he couldn't quite place.

"Y/N," she said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Y/N offered her a tentative smile, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy in the air between them. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jenna's gaze softened, her eyes searching his for answers. "I'm glad you came," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I wanted to talk to you before the ceremony."

Y/N nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Of course," he said, his voice catching in his throat. "What did you want to talk about?"

Jenna took a deep breath, her fingers twisting nervously in the folds of her dress. "I just wanted to say thank you," she began, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "For agreeing to sing at the after-party. It means more to me than you'll ever know."

Y/N felt a lump form in his throat at her words, the weight of her gratitude washing over him like a wave. "It's the least I could do," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't say no to you, Jenna. Not after everything."

Jenna's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her cheeks flushed with emotion. "I know things didn't end well between us," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "But I want you to know that I'll always cherish the time we spent together. You were my first love, Y/N, and I'll never forget that."

Y/N felt his heart ache at her words, the memories of their time together flooding back with a bittersweet intensity. "You were mine too, Jenna," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'll never forget you."

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy in the air between them. But then Jenna reached out, her fingers brushing against Y/N's cheek in a gentle caress.

"Thank you for being here," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "And thank you for everything."

Y/N felt a tear slip down his cheek at her words, the weight of their goodbye hanging heavy in the air between them.

As Y/N stood on the terrace with Jenna, a rush of memories flooded his mind, taking him back to a time when their love was young and full of promise.

FLASHBACK

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city skyline as Y/N and Jenna sat on the rooftop of their apartment building, the sounds of the bustling city fading into the background. They had just finished dinner, and as they leaned back against the rooftop ledge, their fingers intertwined, they let their conversation drift to the future.

"Do you ever think about what our wedding will be like?" Jenna asked, her voice soft with longing as she gazed out at the city below.

Y/N turned to her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "All the time," he replied, his heart swelling with love. "I imagine it'll be small and intimate, just the two of us surrounded by our closest friends and family."

Jenna's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "I want it to be magical," she whispered, her voice filled with dreams. "I want to get married under the stars, with fairy lights twinkling overhead and the sound of music filling the air."

Y/N felt his heart skip a beat at her words, the image of their future wedding painting itself vividly in his mind. "That sounds perfect," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just you and me, dancing beneath the stars until the world fades away."

Jenna's smile widened, her eyes shining with love as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I can't wait for that day," she whispered, her voice filled with hope and longing.

FLASHBACK ENDS

As the memory faded, Y/N felt a pang of regret wash over him, the bittersweet reminder of the dreams they had once shared. But as he watched Jenna walk away, her wedding dress trailing behind her like a cloud, he knew that, no matter what the future held, he would always carry her in his heart.

And as he turned to leave, Y/N felt a sense of ease wash over him, knowing that, no matter where life took them, they would always have this moment, this bittersweet farewell beneath the stars.

[aclowntiny]

How Enhypen Confess To You

(1/7 of this fic sponsored by my love of Day6 lol. Also, this is your daily reminder: don’t give ducks bread 🦆😆)

Jungwon

♡ The two of you had gone for a walk in the park, Jungwon having had a free day and not wanted to waste even the smallest piece of the precious spring beauty.

♡ At least that’s how it began. After a stroll beneath the blossoms, the two of you wended your way down the hilly green trails that led to the pond and tossed grape halves to the ducks that paddled around there. From there, you crossed to an open expanse of hills, the occasional couple and family dotting the wide green. You chatted, then Jungwon was lightly teasing you, and somehow in the shine of sun and mirth he started chasing you along one of the hills.

♡ You ran, giggling, and Jungwon was caught up in the joy of the perfect day. His foot caught as he ran, sending him stumbling forward. Before he could faceplant into the grass, though, you reached out and caught him by the collar of his cardigan, holding him steady and stepping closer to right him.

♡ “You’re my hero, (y/n),” he told you with a grin. “I’m just glad I was here to save you,” you replied with a joyous look of your own, “I think we were having a bit too much fun.” Jungwon paused, biting his lip with a bit of hesitance before he spoke. “I always have too much fun when I’m with you. Being with you, well…it just feels right.”

♡ “That’s exactly how I feel, Jungwon.” His smile widens, revealing the dimples you love, and his eyes drift down to your hand, which is still clutching his collar. Embarrassment flicks across your face, but is quickly eclipsed by mischief as you tug him toward your lips.

Heeseung

♡ He doesn’t think he should confess, frankly, because he’s scared of messing things with you and the guys up, so the rest of Enhypen decides to force his hand because there’s no way you guys don’t both like each other.

♡ They all hype up using one of their days off to go see a movie, all eight of them. Jay says he’s heard good reviews, Riki and Sunoo say they can’t wait to see it, Jungwon thinks it’ll be great bonding time for you eight. Then when Heeseung and you arrive at the theatres early just like the whole group chat planned, none of them are there.

♡ Seeing him as the most trustworthy, Heeseung texts Jungwon to see what's up, apologizing to you as he does so. "I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what's wrong with everybody." Ding.

Yang Jungwon: Oh, we aren't going, we all got...called in for a doctor’s appointment! ㅎ ㅎ Enjoy your date :3

Me: What? Was this all part of your little plan? It isn't a date if we don't both agree and think of it as one.

Yang Jungwon: Then make it one 😼

♡ "I'm sorry," Heeseung sighs, apologizing once more in a calm voice despite his internal monologue being ready to punch all of his dongsaengs, "now it looks like they're dropping the ball. Something about doctor's appointments or something. If you want to call it off, I understand." Your look of concern melted into incredulity. "No one's sick or hurt, are they?" Not until I'm through with them. "No, not really, I don't think." "Then as long as you don't have to leave," you say with a smile, "why would we have to cancel? I for one am really glad to be able to spend more time with you." The earnest way you speak, your pretty smile and the pleased tilt of your lips, it's all too much for Heeseung. You just sound so sincere, maybe, just maybe, this can be a date. If he doesn't try, he'll regret it for the rest of his life.

♡ "I am, too. Glad that I get to spend more time with you, that is. The truth is, (y/n), that I like you." "I like you too!" You reply brightly, leaning closer into his side as his jaw drops. "You do? The others were right then..." He pulls you into his side, chuckling. "Well, in that case, I'll tell you the truth: they bailed because they wanted me to make this a date." "If that was what it took," you joked, linking your arm with Heeseung's, "I'd have cancelled one of our plans long ago."

Jay

♡ Jay's torn. What's the best way to show someone you really care? A grand gesture, showing them you'd go out of your way for them and spoiling them with the appreciation they deserve. What's the safest way to make your feelings known without the pain of a long, hard, detailed rejection? Just slipping their object a little line that might go over their head.

♡ He practically practices the line more than the outing, convinced having the perfect one is more make-or-break than your destination, which you two would enjoy almost no matter what. He could ask 'wanna kiss?', then have a couple Hershey's in his bag as backup if you were grossed out. But that was a bit too forward maybe? It needed to be something between a compliment and a cheap pickup phrase.

♡ You arrive at the art gallery, the place where Jay had reserved entry tickets and invited you to stroll through with him. He has to smile at the sight of you dressed in a black outfit that was perfectly your style... and accidentally complimentary to his own dark-hued look. "Hey, we match!" You beat him to the punch as you greeted him with a hug, smiling wider at the fond look he gave you as you pulled away. At the thought of you two resembling a couple, Jay’s fondness intensifies. “We sure do.”

♡ You’re strolling past a section of Victorian art, landscapes and beautiful portraits alike. Every now and again, you tug on Jay’s sleeve, pointing him towards one that really speaks to you with sparkling eyes that have him subconsciously leaning into you that much more, far more taken by that than anything a paintbrush can create. His jacket brushes your cheek at one point, a flush of admiration creeping to his face at the adorable way you crinkle your nose.

♡ “You know where the prettiest work of art here is?” Jay suddenly asks you after a few minutes of taking in a gorgeous floral still-life. “Where?” You ask, head suddenly snapping up like you could beat him to finding it. Shaking his own head, Jay motions to you. “Right here.” If you laugh it off, he’ll back off, he thinks. But instead you turn your head away shyly. “I didn’t know you thought that,” you replied quietly. “I do,” Jay insists, craning his neck to look more directly at you. “And here I thought you were more handsome than any statue we saw today,” you added more boldly, and Jay was practically ready to faint. He settled for yanking you into a kiss before you could see his blush, though.

Jake

♡ You’re the most amazing person Jake has ever met, so you deserve to be told that, shown that & then some. What to do, though, that would capture it?

♡ Learn a song to serenade you with, that’s what!!! What captures how Jake is feeling, and how he wants you to know that even if it’s hard, you can say no? Day6’s 좋아합니다 (I Like You) is what he settles on, the words shaking him to his core when he listens to it, realizing it’s exactly what he wants to say to you. It feels like they wrote it for that moment. He wants to love you, but he doesn’t want to lose you, either.

♡ He practices every day that he can, learning a rendition on his guitar to back up the lyrics, which he pours his heart into every time. Finally, he tells you he wants to show you something, pulling you aside and readying his guitar as he gives you the most emotion-filled performance yet. Your hands are reaching for your quickly beating heart by the time Jake is finished, your voice faltering as it gushes praises for his beautiful performance.

♡ "H- have you ever felt like that, (y/n)?" Jake suddenly asks, head tilting as he looks away, running a hand through the hair falling at the back of his neck. "Yes," you reply quietly with a nod. Even as his gaze drops, your eyes follow his, much steadier than your words. "Well, me too. You're one of the best friends I've had, so I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but I just had to tell you somehow how amazing you are. You're just a great person and you make me happy. Would you ever consider being more than friends?"

♡ "Yes," you repeated, this time a bit louder, "I thought my heart was going to explode because you were singing exactly how I feel about you! Yes, yes, I would!" Jake leapt off the stool he'd sat on to play you his song, running to stand by you and take the hand that was pressed over your heart in his with a few lighthearted taps. "No exploding! No exploding!" You giggled at his sweet voice and cute expression, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks. "How can it not when you do that?"

Sunghoon

♡ Bro it is a total accident 💀 leave it to Sunghoon’s luck…but also apparently do actually because it gets him to confess to you 👀

♡ It all started on Enhypen’s and your game night. Heeseung was all geared up to destroy Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki at Mario Kart while the rest of you had somehow gotten entangled in a game of Monopoly, and we all know how that goes!

♡ “I’m the ultimate businessman,” Jay remarked, “so I’m going to win this!” “You never know,” Sunoo contested, “with my luck I might beat you!” “So you guys are just ignoring me?” Jake teased, turning away in mock offense. “That’s cool. That’s fine. You’ll all see. What about you, Sunghoon? Are you going to win or are you going to let (y/n) win?” Jake asked, turning Sunghoon’s way with a nod of the head towards you. After a brief, barely perceptible dagger-glare Jake’s way, Sunghoon responded, managing to cover his pounding heart with a “Well, we’ll just have to see, huh?”

♡ When you start playing, though, for all of Sunoo and the J-boys’ talk, you’re the one accruing wealth at the fastest rate, having gotten multiple chances at expensive properties that really stabbed everyone for toll. Jay, wanting to take you down, told Sunghoon the moment he had a chance to buy one off of you. “Ruin (y/n)’s chances of winning,” he urged. “Are you really going to destroy my empire now?” You mock-pouted, and to your faint surprise Sunghoon relented immediately, determined stare softening back up. “No, I like you too much to do that.”

♡ The game piece you were holding (the dog, of course, for Sunghoon made sure to sneak it by you so you had your favorite) tumbled out of your hand. “You like me too?” Sunghoon froze, eyes darting between the fallen pewter scotty and your slowly fading smile. Your own gaze started to fall from him…wait, you thought- “I do! I really do!” He blurted out in a panic before you thought he misunderstood. When your smile came back, he reached down, picked up your game piece, and pressed it into your hand. Taking the piece slowly, your hands brushing with his, you looked at him with triumphant joy. He finished his turn immediately, letting his hand creep over to yours when you righted your piece again, attention far from Monopoly. “Jake was right. I’m so letting you win.”

Sunoo

♡ No matter when he does it, where Sunoo confesses how he feels about you, he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’s a moment that’ll be captured forever in his memory.

♡ That thought gets his mental gears turning just as they turn trying to confirm he has a chance with you, working until they hatch a plan that makes him happy enough to burst into a smile just walking down the hall at work.

♡ “Hey, we’ve never done this before- let’s try it!” Looking up, you follow Sunoo’s pointing hand across the lane to lock your gaze on a photo booth. It was your first time hanging out since the idea had come to him, so he chose your venue wisely. Luckily you agreed immediately, eagerly pulling him into the booth and pulling out money to deposit into the machine.

♡ For the first shot, you did bunny ears on top of Sunoo’s head with your index and middle fingers while he did a flower pose, smile full as he laughed at your teasing pose and admired your smile. In the second, you made normal smiles as you each put a hand out, forming a heart shape. The timer started counting down, so you turned to Sunoo to ask what you should do next, only to be met with a dreamy look in his lovely amber eyes. “I like you,” he said. Your hands flew up by your face, barely able to obscure the massive smile that spread across it. Click. The camera went off right as you reacted, but you barely regarded it.

♡ The last shot on the strip, neither of you were really looking at the camera, you least off all as you were turned, eyes fluttering shut, lips pressed to Sunoo’s cheek. Just as the thought had echoed across his mind, he truly captured the moment forever and ever, each of you carrying a copy that you could hold and reminisce on for the rest of your lives.

Ni-Ki

♡ He wants everything to be perfect, so by golly it will be 😤

♡ Step One? He’s inviting you to your favorite place, be it a cute café or a full-on restaurant, you will be meeting him there. Step Two is procuring the flowers he will be presenting you with as you walk in.

♡ Which you eventually do, literally taking Riki’s breath away with how you make even the simplest of outfits look amazing and the way your smile holds a perfect day’s rising sun.

♡ Your mouth falls open at the flowers, blossoms delicately bursting from their paper confines as they fave you. “Riki, this is amazing, but what’s this all for?” You truly look confused and he almost wants to laugh. He does chuckle, in fact. “What? Is it obvious?” You ask him. You guys are young. It’s not like you’re getting flowers left and right. “It is to me. I really like you, (y/n). So we’re going to have the best day ever!” He smiles widely as his eyes fix you in a way they’ve never done before. It falters slightly the longer you stare, returning only when you mirror it.

♡ “I already have!” You exclaim, gently moving the flowers aside to pull Riki into a hug. You feel a breath of startlement escape him before he tightly hugs back, practically crushing the life out of you in response and swinging you back and forth a bit. As you pulled away, looking into those beautiful brown eyes, you giggled. “I didn’t expect you to be so traditional!” “I wanted to get the point across!” He shot back with a playful shove. “It only took me a second because I felt like I was dreaming,” you replied.

[dearly-somber]

All Alone | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. badboy!younghyun x unpopular kid!reader (f)

-> genre. high school!au, angst, unrequited love, pining, happy ending

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1729

-> warnings. none

-> a/n. This was honestly kind of all over the place but it’s near to my heart

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 00:41

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022, 21:40

You sat with your headphones covering your ears, listening to music and scrolling through Instagram.

You massaged your temple while glaring at the girls hovering around Yoon Dowoon, one of the most popular guys in your class. You continued glaring at them, noticing how Younghyun, one of the other popular ('bad boy') guys in not only your class but your entire school, glared at those same girls.

Before you could get up to confront the Dowoon Fanclub, Younghyun beat you to it:

"Would you people shut up?" One of the girls raised her hand as if she were going to hit him. He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing as Dowoon pushed up from the chair and left the class, his Fanclub not far behind. You sighed, Sungjin and Wonpil who were sitting in front of you turning around in their chairs to look at you.

"What's up with you?" Wonpil asked you, propping his chin on his forearm. You look him over before you took off your headphones.

"What's it to you?" Sungjin laughed, Wonpil elbowing him playfully. You couldn't help but smile at them. They were kinda cute, what could you say?

When the two guys went quiet and you saw Sungjin staring at Eunhi, Jaehyung's childhood best friend. It clicked immediately.

He liked her.

The thought alone made your heart ache painfully. And don't get it wrong, it wasn't because you liked Sungjin. It was just because you knew what he was going through. Biting the inside of your cheek your gaze found its way to Younghyun. Younghyun, who was on his phone and had such a nice side profile and— you shook your head. Get out of your head.

"Is there something on my face?"

Your eyes widened as you heard the familiar voice of Kang Younghyun. You had to swallow nervously, feeling everyone's eyes trained on your face. You were known as the quiet-but-not-to-be-messed-with kid in the class. Most people steered clear of you since you were pretty intimidating with hard stares and looks of dislike. The only people anyone knew you talked to regularly was Wonpil and Sungjin, and on occasion class-clown Jaehyung.

"You just gonna ignore me, then?"

Younghyun turned his phone face-down on his desk. You kept quiet, still staring at him like a kid with their hand stuck in a cookie jar. From out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eunhi get up from her chair. She stood up in front of you, obscuring your figure from Younghyun's fox-like eyes.

"Cut it out, Younghyun." She warned him. You tried to say something but your voice just refused to work. You hated this situation. You knew that Eunhi liked Younghyun. And from what you had noticed recently, Younghyun liked her back. This was why your and Sungjin's situation was so relatable. You both could sympathize for each other.

"Isn't it obvious?" Your head snapped to the side, gaze landing on Dowoon.

"What is?" Younghyun asked him, standing up.

"Don't you dare, Yoon Dowoon." You warned, suddenly having regained your voice. Dowoon smirked, taking a daring step forward. He made eye contact with Younghyun, hands in his pocket.

"She—" before he even had a chance to utter the words, you tackled him down, your hand covering his mouth as you straddled him. You had a hand around his throat, having put it there subconsciously.

"Wow, Y/N. Shouldn't you get a room before showing off your bedroom antics?" Kim Seokjin, the pretty boy of the school said with a smirk. Going red in the face, you sprung up. Dowoon looked shocked, a pink hue tinting his ears as he stared at you open mouthed. You hadn't even realized how Younghyun was staring at you, Wonpil and Sungjin completely speechless.

"Do me next!" Jeon Jungkook called, snickering with his group of friends. Grabbing a book from Sungjin's table you chucked it at Jungkook and his friends. Jungkook ducked, looking at you wide eyed. You turned to Dowoon, pointing at him threateningly.

"Keep your mouth shut or I’ll tell your mom you’re sleeping around."

The class hollered at your comment, Dowoon going pink in the face.

You grabbed your things, rushing out of the room. You bit down on your lip, pushing past Younghyun gently and jogging out. If it wasn't already obvious, that was sure to sell you out. Sungjin glared at Dowoon, pushing past Eunhi and Younghyun to go after you. Younghyun looked over everyone in utter confusion. "What the hell just happened?" He asked as Eunhi turned to look after Sungjin. Did he suddenly like Y/N? Hadn't he confessed to her on the day when she helped Younghyun get away from his dick of a boss? Biting her lip, Eunhi went to sit back next to Jaehyung.

———

You were sitting in the park with Sungjin. It was just past 7pm, and the night breeze was soothing.

"He makes my heart ache..." You sniffled, leaning against his shoulder. Sungjin bit his lower lip. Once again, they were in the same situation.

"I'm so sick and tired of loving him when I know he doesn't love me back..." You cried. Sungjin felt so hopeless. He slowly shifted so that your face was pressed into his shoulder, his shirt slowly getting wet with tears.

Still crying into his shirt, you choked out what you were feeling, not at all aware of Younghyun who was hiding behind a tree in his work clothes:

"I'm alone..." You wailed, clutching at Sungjin's shirt as if it were your lifeline. Younghyun turned to look at you and his heart broke. Slowly. It broke agonizingly slow. "Only the cold night air is by my side." You continued, pressing yourself into Sungjin.

"You have me, Y/N. You have me..." Sungjin soothed, patting your back gently. You cried, your breathing ragged as you held onto Sungjin. Younghyun left soon after that, heading into the convenience store where he was working. When he got there he layed on the counter, phone in hand as he tried his best not to think about you and how you were crying now, and all because of him. He was so dense. How hadn't he realized how Y/N, one of the coldest people he had ever met was so much gentler towards him?—

"Younghyun!" He snapped out of his reverie, looking up to make eye contact with Eunhi.

"Eunhi, hey!" He said with a smile, though he was sure it didn't reach his eyes.

"When do you finish? I saw the park near here is empty. It would be great for some stargazing!"

"Wait, it's empty? Sungjin and Y/N weren't there?" Eunhi looked nervous as she nodded.

"Yeah. I went to say 'hi' but Y/N suddenly got up and left. And she took Sungjin with her before I could even say 'hello'. She looked upset..." Eunhi muttered, trailing off as she realized that Younghyun wasn't listening anymore.

"I don't think I can go tonight. Some other time, maybe?" He asked, distracted with whatever he was thinking about.

"Uh, yeah.. Sure."

When Younghyun left that night, he finally realized something... He screwed up big time.

———

You entered the classroom that morning, hand in hand with Sungjin and a tired smile on your face. When you sat down the class hollered, Wonpil looking at the two of you with a smile.

"What'd I miss?" He asked. You shook your head, letting go of Sungjin's hand reluctantly.

"I think I've finally gotten over him." You said quietly. Sungjin smiled at you and you smiled back. Deep down you knew you weren't over him. Sungjin knew that too. But you two could work through the pain together. You yelped as you were dragged out of the room by your wrist. You turned around to confront them but your voice died in your throat at the sight of Younghyun so up close and personal. Your heart was beating in the back of your throat. His hands were soft against your skin and—

"I need to talk to you." He said, his voice sending shivers down your spine. As he continued pulling you along, he was stopped when Sungjin grabbed his arm tightly.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said.

The tension was thick enough to suffocate you. Younghyun glared at Sungjin, quite a bit taller than him. He stepped closer. "Get your hands off of me." He snarled. You gently took Sungjin's hand from Younghyun's arm, looking at him.

"He's—" You cleared your throat, willing your voice to go higher than a whisper.

"We're just going to talk." You assured him gently. Younghyun felt the jealously welling in his chest with how gentle you were with Sungjin. Sungjin let him go slowly, glaring at him warningly. Younghyun stared at him as he took you away.

Standing outside, you leaned against the wall and watched him nervously. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he stared you down, hands in his pockets.

"Is there something on my face?" You quoted him, a nervous smile on your face as he chuckled.

"Cute..." He muttered. Jaw dropping, you looked at him in complete shock.

"Did you just...?"

"Uh. Listen, Y/N. I uh.. saw you, last night. With Sungjin."

You went silent immediately. That means he...

"You saw me break down didn't you..." You looked down. He pitied you. You're never meeting him like this again.

"Pity. I have to go." You said, voice breaking near the end. Before you could though, Younghyun put his hands on either side of you, efficienctly confining you. Your heart was beating so quickly you were sure that you would faint soon.

"It's not that, Y/N. I just... I realized that instead of trying to avoid my feelings for you and leading Eunhi on—"

"You.. You what?" You asked completely blanking out.

"I like you, Y/N. I just couldn't find the confidence to tell you—" before he could finish you cupped his cheeks, effectively shutting him up.

With no afterthought, you brought him closer, standing on your toes and bringing your lips together. Younghyun was shocked for a moment, but his hand quickly moved to your waist, pulling you closer. After a moment or two more you pulled back and hugged him.

"Thank you for loving me back..." You whispered. Younghyun smiled, hugging you back tightly.

"Always."

[sanctuary1988]

~ Stolen Rose Of A Promise |14| Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: DARLING, THIS WARNINGS MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! fluff, angst, soft teasing, flirting?, TENSION!!!!! yearning, wanting, battling emotions, desire, typical vampire stuff [biting, blood, killing, blood drinking], murder, Chief Counsellor (he is a warning for himself), spiked drink, drugs, fainting, manipulation, possessiveness, toxic parent, typical period misogyny, flower is described to be shorter than Gwi, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 4k words

A/N: Welcome to chapter 14, darlings of mine! We are about to get some tension and a bit of action here so buckle yourself up for this journey. I personally did not like this chapter that much but I hope you will and stay tuned for my next update❤️❤️❤️

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Lust was the sin he couldn’t contain. It burned within him, caressed him like the wind and melted the ice that cradled his heart in a deadly embrace. Gwi sat on his throne, his robes pooling around him as he held a single rose in his grasp, twirling it between his long and pale fingers as he watched it with a tenderness that belied the nature of his existence. 

Lust was the sin he couldn’t contain. Especially now, as the full moon neared and his hunger for blood made him dangerous, the vampire lord was only able to think about you. About your grace as you walked, your elegance as you spoke and your beauty as you stood by his side. 

You were Lady (y/n), the beautiful and only daughter of the powerful Chief Counsellor and yet it was him who owned you. He had you to himself to do whatever he pleased and yet, despite all the darkness that drowned his heart, all the dead that his touch brought, he could only think to protect you and keep you next to him. 

He sighed, his eyes glowing red with the thirst that nagged at the back of his throat however, the sight of the rose in his hand made him think of you. Of the secret he was hiding, of the way he protected you. 

Ignorance is bliss. 

He didn’t know if he should be angry or if he should smile as he remembered what the humans above his underground palace used to say. About his nature, about what he was. About his dead soul. And yet, as he looked at the rose in his hand, his eyes softened. The red left the pools of his conscience as he remembered the beauty that was like this rose. You, so beautiful and vulnerable in his dark world. But despite your beauty, he had been striked by your sharp thorns forged in the fires of distant calamity. 

The rose in his hand, delicate and pure, was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped his existence. He remembered the first time he had seen you, how your presence had struck him like a bolt of lightning. Your beauty was captivating, but it was your spirit, your kindness, that had ensnared his heart. You were his flower, blooming amidst the shadows of his world.

He stood up from his throne with the rose in his hands as he made his way to the library. His long strides carried him through the infinite corridors of the majestically dark underground palace. 

Gwi followed the trail of your scent. His senses were heightened, his demons resurfacing as his grip tightened around the rose and he had to stop his eyes from tainting crimson as he walked to where you were while his long robes billowed behind him. 

The vampire lord found you in the library, you were walking through the aisles that contained centuries of history, your green dress puffing around you with every step. You were a sight for sore eyes. You always managed to captivate him, to entrance him in your beauty. Like a siren’s song, or a spell he no longer repelled. 

You felt his eyes on you before you heard him enter the room. You looked up from the book in your hands and immediately met his intense gaze. You closed the book, bowing softly at him as he approached among the flickering candles. 

Gwi's approach was silent, his presence as imposing as the shadows that danced around him. He held the rose delicately, its vibrant red a stark contrast to his dark robes and the gloom of the underground palace. You watched him, your heart fluttering at the sight of his intense gaze. There was something different in his eyes tonight, a softness that was rarely seen, and it made your breath hitch.

“I am going out tonight, petal.”

Your shoulders sagged slightly at the words he spoke with that deliciously deep voice of his. 

“Will you be back soon, My Lord?”

You asked, hopeful. Your eyes shone with the sparkle of hope and a lingering feeling you couldn’t quite place. His gaze softened as he looked down at you. He took a step forward and your breath hitched, the distance shortened and your heart raced. Another step and your back pressed to the shelf behind you. 

“I’ll come back tomorrow at dusk.”

There were so many things you wanted to say. So many questions you wanted to ask but before you could open your mouth and speak, one if his hands cradled your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat at the contact and you grew flustered under his imposing frame that towered over you. 

“Don’t leave the palace, my flower.”

You nodded, not being able to find the words. Your fingers itched with the need to touch him as well, your heart hammered so loudly within the confinement of your ribcage you feared he could hear it. You’d laugh knowing he, in fact, could listen to your frantic pulse. 

“Where are you going, My Lord?”

His heart clenched at your question. Gwi knew he couldn’t tell you. He couldn’t tell you he was going out to hunt, to feed. He battled with himself to stand this close to you and not devour the sweet blood that cursed through your veins. 

“That I cannot tell you.”

“Ever?”

You asked, hopeful even when his eyes held secrets he wasn’t going to free that easily. He shook his head and you felt shut down from his world. From his desires and that enchanting darkness that surrounded him. 

“It is a secret.”

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of disappointment and understanding. The mystery surrounding Gwi was part of what drew you to him, but it also created a barrier between you. His fingers brushed lightly against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. Despite the darkness within him, there was a tenderness in his touch that spoke of a depth of feelings he rarely showed.

He pulled back slightly, his touch sliding to your shoulder as his fingers graced the silk of your green top before his hand grabbed yours. You swallowed, your gaze locked on your now joined hands. 

The vampire lord gave you the rose he had in his other hand and you gasped, taking the flower from his grasp before you looked up at him. Waiting, expecting for him to say something. Anything at all that would extinguish the flames in your heart and the fire that burned your skin from where his hand still held yours. 

“It made me think of you.”

You looked at the rose, its delicate petals a vivid red that seemed to glow in the dim light of the underground palace. Your heart swelled with emotion at his words, the simple yet profound statement carrying more weight than anything he had said before.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

He smirked down at you, loving the intensity your whispered words carried. Such beauty fell from your lips that his heart warmed at your promise. He couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth in his chest at your words, a warmth that contrasted starkly with the cold darkness of his nature. Gwi's smirk softened into a genuine smile, a rare sight that made your heart flutter.

“I know you will.”

He replied, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the gesture both tender and possessive. The scent of your perfume and the aroma of your sweetness nearly made him give in to his temptation, but the feeling of your skin against his lips made his dead heart beat for you. For his petal. 

“Stay safe, my flower.”

With that, he stepped back, reluctantly releasing your hand. You watched him disappear into the shadows, your heart aching with a mix of longing and worry. The rose in your hand felt like a lifeline, a tangible connection to him even when he wasn't there. Your skin burned with a deep desire where his lips had touched you. You leaned back against the bookshelf, clutching the rose to your chest before you pressed it to your nose, inhaling the delectable aroma that made you smile. 

The scent of the rose was a comforting reminder of Gwi’s presence, and as you inhaled deeply, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. The delicate petals seemed to hold a piece of his essence, a sweet yet haunting memory of the brief moment you had shared. Your heart, still racing from the intensity of his touch and his words, began to steady as you focused on the gentle fragrance.

The night was dense with the whispers of darkness as the vampire went to the royal palace to have his usual feeding ritual. The king was to prepare a maiden for him, a sweet scented girl that would satisfy him until the next full moon. 

And as his fangs sank into the young woman’s neck and the thick, crimson substance filled his mouth, his eyes glowed red with the monstrosity of his nature. The maiden whimpered, gripped his robes before she went limp in his hold and he let her fall to the bedding below. 

Gwi sighed, licking his lips from the blood that gave him life and power. It was bitter this time but it still had that delicious taste that satiated his inhuman gluttony. 

He remembered he had told you he wasn’t going to return to the underground palace until dusk, and even as he yearned to go back to you, he wasn’t going to risk you knowing his secret. 

His eyes glowed red as he walked among the royal palace halls. The atmosphere was tense, the candles were his only companion as an eerie silence settled over the royal grounds. Everyone knew what day it was today, that tonight the vampire fed. 

“I don’t understand why he keeps feeding from the King’s maidens.”

A hushed voice spoke out from one of the rooms and Gwi couldn’t help but listen to the secret conversation. 

“I know. He has that girl now, the counsellor’s daughter. He could feed from her and stop killing the young girls.”

His eyes sparkled in crimson darkness. A sadistic smirk painted itself over his lips. The words hung in the air, their weight pressing down on Gwi's already darkened heart. He paused, his heightened senses catching every murmur, every fearful whisper that echoed through the royal palace. The thought of feeding from you, his cherished flower, sent a thrill of temptation through him, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of protective anger. He would never subject you to the horror of his monstrous hunger.

“If he is not feeding from Lady (y/n), I don’t see why he keeps her with him.”

But the other man didn’t get to say anything in return as the double doors to the room opened harshly and the vampire lord entered with graceful steps and his eyes glowing crimson with barely contained fury. 

The men stuttered, walking backwards until one of them hit the wall at the very end of the room and the other fell down and began crawling away from the vampire. Gwi’s presence filled the room with an overpowering dread, his eyes blazing with a fury that seemed to darken the very air around him. The two men were trapped, their faces pale with fear, unable to escape the vampire lord's wrath.

The one who knelt at the floor tried to stammer out an apology, but the words died in his throat as the possessed man approached him. With a swift, predatory grace, Gwi seized the man by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. The man's eyes bulged with terror, his hands clawing helplessly at Gwi's iron grip.

“You dare speak of her.”

His voice was low, a menacing growl that made the victim in his hold shake with utter and pure fear. 

The man choked, his feet kicking uselessly in the air. Gwi's fangs elongated, and with a vicious snarl, he sank them into the man's neck. The warm, thick blood filled his mouth, and he drank deeply, his eyes glowing even brighter with the rush of life and power. The man's struggles weakened, and finally, he went limp in the monster’s grasp.

He dropped the lifeless body to the ground, wiping the blood from his lips with his fingers. His eyes turned to the other man, who stood plastered against the wall completely frozen in shock at what he had just witnessed. 

“Please… please, My Lord-”

The vampire was upon him in an instant, moving with inhuman speed, his robes billowing behind him as he grabbed the man by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. The man's pleas turned to screams, but they were quickly silenced as Gwi's fangs pierced his flesh.

The blood was bitter, tainted by fear yet he kept drinking. It dribbled down the side of his mouth and dripped onto the floor at his feet. When the second man finally fell still, Gwi let him drop to the floor, his eyes returning to their normal, dark intensity.

He straightened, his expression calm once more, though a flicker of anger still burned within him. He knew he had to return to you, to the one place where he found solace and peace. The thought of your soft touch, your gentle presence, was the only thing that could soothe the beast within him. But not until dusk. Not until he had arranged himself to hide the monstrosity of his monthly feeding. 

You were sitting in one of the benches outside of the underground palace, the morning sun kissed your skin as you took in the warmth and heat from the burning star in the heavens above. You had spent some time in the underground palace and you missed the feeling of the sun on your skin. A sigh escaped your lips as you remembered what Gwi had told you; he wasn’t going to be back until dusk. The thought of it made your heart ache with little needles of sadness. 

You looked down at the rose the handsome lord gave you, it was a beautiful flower. Big and with its petals open and the aroma was sweet and delicious. You reminisced on the way he had looked at you, how his large hand had cupped your cheek with a tenderness that belied his usual stoic composure. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the maid approaching until she was standing right in front of you. She curtsied respectfully, her expression neutral but her eyes showing a hint of concern.

“Lady (y/n), this arrived for you.”

You took the letter from her hand, recognizing the seal immediately—your father's crest. Your heart skipped a beat, a mix of dread and annoyance swirling within you. Your relationship with your father had always been strained, filled with unspoken resentments and misunderstandings. What could he possibly want now?

“Thank you.”

She bowed again before walking away through the gardens. You frowned as you looked at the letter in your grasp. With heavy steps you stood up, going back to the underground palace, feeling the instant coolness of the dark envelop you in its secure embrace. The blue skirts of your dress swished over the ground as you walked through the labyrinthine hallways illuminated by candles and torches that created charming and long shadows over the walls. 

You arrived at your room and placed the rose on your desk before opening the letter. You couldn’t possibly think what your father wanted now, after everything that has happened. After all the pain he had caused you. He hadn’t spoken to you since your mother passed away. 

A deep sigh escaped your lips before you grabbed your letter opener and sliced the paper. With careful hands, you unfolded the letter and began to read, your eyes scanning the neat, authoritative script that was unmistakably your father's.

(y/n), it is with great displeasure that I address this important matter this way, however, it cannot be ignored any longer. It is not proper for you to remain in that... place, with that man. Therefore, I have taken it upon myself to arrange a suitable marriage for you. After many negotiations, the Crown Prince has agreed to marry you and provide the protection and stability you need. 

You are to return home immediately. We will discuss the details of your engagement upon your arrival.

 Chief Counselor Lee Beom Seok

The words blurred as tears of frustration and disbelief filled your eyes. The letter slipped from your grasp, fluttering to the floor as you felt yourself burning with disdain. You were left with no doubt of his cold heart, he only saw you as a piece of his game. If you married the Crown Prince, you’d become Queen of Joseon and he’d have immense power as the prince was loyal to him. 

You nearly screamed in frustration before you turned around, leaving the letter behind as you left your room in a whirlwind of emotions and anger. The rose was left at your desk, mocking the beauty of its existence with the torment that now ruled your heart. You left the underground palace between angry murmurs and a sea of blue fabric as your skirts swirled around you with each step, leaving behind the last bits of your sanity. 

“Chief Counselor, Lady (y/n) has arrived.”

Your father sighed deeply, putting his brush down and letting the ink dry on the letter he was writing. 

“Let her in and bring the tea.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

The young servant left, bowing down at your father. It didn’t take long for you to enter his study. 

“You came faster than I expected.”

You lifted your chin, eyes sharp as you looked down at your father who sat on the cushions behind his desk. 

“I will not marry the Crown Prince. I have no desire to become Queen of this kingdom.”

Counselor Lee rolled his eyes and you fisted the fabric of your blue skirt to keep your anger down. 

“Firstly, sit down. Do not ever talk down to me.”

You sulked though obeyed his command, you sat down ungracefully, your blue dress puffing around you as you never broke eye contact with him. 

“Secondly, stop acting like a child, (y/n). This is for your own good. It’s what your mother would have wanted for you.”

“Do not bring her into this.”

The doors slid open and in came the same young boy from before, this time carrying a tray with some tea. But even as the steaming beverage was placed in front of you, your eyes held his through a myriad of emotions that were complex to explain. 

“Will you not pour me a cup of tea? I surely taught you better.”

You frowned, narrowing your eyes at your father. 

“Pour it yourself. I am not your maid and I am certainly not here to drink tea.”

He clicked his tongue, looking at you with disappointment and anger that only fueled your emotions further. 

“It is not right for you to stay in that palace of shadows. You are a lady, unmarried, that is, staying with a man day and night. Do you think that’s proper of your name?”

You watched him as he poured the tea, jasmine. It has always been your favourite. But this small gesture did nothing to ease the flames in your heart. 

“It’s not proper for your name, is it?”

He slammed one of his hands on the table, rattling the little chine cups but you could only smile at him. 

“Watch it, girl. You will marry the Crown Prince and that is out of discussion.”

You reached out for the cup of tea in front of you, taking it in a way of mockery to his authority over you. An authority that had evaporated like fog on a summer morning when you agreed to serve Gwi with your life. 

“I am no longer a pawn you can play with, father. I serve my lord, his wishes are my orders and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

Counsellor Lee's face contorted with fury, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the table. His voice lowered to a dangerous growl. 

“You foolish girl, Gwi is not who you think he is.”

In a very dark and twisted part of your heart, you came to enjoy his frustration over your words. You looked down at the tea in your cup, the jasmine smell tantalising as you brought it up to your lips. 

“He has shown me a world of care and respect. I will not leave him by your mere selfish wishes.”

You sipped the tea, the flavour invading your senses and you hummed softly at the taste. It was sweeter than how you usually took it but it was good nonetheless. Counsellor Lee tilted his head, you put the cup down and looked at him with a monotonous face that spoke of your inner conviction. 

You have begun to understand the deep feelings you held for your mysterious and handsome lord of the night. You weren’t going to give up your heart for your father’s demands. But you weren’t going to tell him that. He didn’t deserve to hear the words before Gwi. He didn’t deserve a slice of truth. 

“I do not wish to be a part of your political schemes so if you are not going to treat me with the respect I deserve then you can consider this conversation over.”

You stood up, intending to leave the room, but the moment you rose, the world spun around you. Your knees buckled, and you fell to the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut as fear rose within your chest. The dizziness intensified, and you felt a wave of nausea roll over you.

“What have you done?”

The older man rose from his seat, kneeling in front of you as you tried to blink back the dark spots that swarm in your vision. Your father looked down at you with a mixture of disdain and determination.

“It’s for your own good. You’ll see reason, even if I have to force it upon you.”

You tried to steady yourself, but the room tilted again, and this time you couldn't keep your balance. You collapsed to the floor, your body feeling heavy and unresponsive. Panic surged through you as you struggled to stay conscious. But whatever you had drank made your movements sluggish as you tried to crawl away but it wasn’t long before you succumbed to the drugs with your last thought being of Gwi before you drowned in the darkness of your mind.

The door slid open in a timid way and the young servant cautiously entered the room again, his eyes darting between you and Counselor Lee. He approached hesitantly, bowing slightly as he spoke. 

“My Lord, did the tea work?”

The older man nodded curtly, his gaze fixed on your beauty despite the origins of your current unconscious state. 

“It worked as intended. Take her to her room and make sure she is secure. We leave for the Crown Prince’s estate at dawn.”

The young servant moved quickly, carefully lifting you into his arms. He carried you through the dimly lit hallways, the flickering candles casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. Your head lolled against his shoulder, the drug’s effect keeping you in a deep unnatural sleep. As the servant laid you gently on your bedding, he couldn't help but notice the rose-like hairpin on your intricate half do, a silent testament to the life you had chosen for yourself, away from your father's manipulative grasp. He cuffed one of your wrists to the wall, ensuring you wouldn’t escape if you were to wake up from the drugs on your tea. 

The young man left your room, sliding the door shut before hurrying back to your father’s study, not knowing they had released the fury of an untamable beast when he came to know his beauty, his petal was not in his domain. 

August/03/2024

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try hard - kwak jiseok

☆彡 I’ve had this idea since I started this account. I’m glad it finally got to see the light. Thank you all for your patience; I hope you enjoy <3

synopsis: you’ve been head-over-heels for Gunil for a while now, but what happens when Jiseok finds an extravagant way to try and tell you how he feels?

based on 5 Seconds of Summer’s song Try Hard

word count: 2,365 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: angst | cws: one sided pining, no happy ending, member-on-member jealousy, swearing, lmk if I missed something!

Jiseok flopped down on his bed and let out a sigh. Practice today felt so much longer than usual. Maybe it was the pressure of their upcoming stage performance, or maybe it was his poor sleep schedule. Either way, Jiseok felt like he was fighting hard to keep his eyes open. All he wanted was to fall asleep right here, right now- half strewn across his bed in the clothes that he wore to the studio. The only thing that kept him awake, however, was his stomach. Hyeongjun was supposed to start making dinner once everybody got home. If Jiseok wasn’t so tired, he would’ve offered to help.

Eventually, the sound of laughter and the scent of whatever Hyeongjun was cooking danced their way into Jiseok’s room, pulling him out of his sleepy haze. There was a voice he didn’t quite recognize- it definitely wasn’t one of his bandmates. Listening through his walls wasn’t solving his mystery, so Jiseok reluctantly rose to his feet and made his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, there he is,” Seungmin announced to the group as Jiseok shuffled through the doorway. “We were just going to come get you for dinner. We thought you fell asleep.”

“Not yet,” Jiseok huffed. “Too hungry.”

“Well the food’s ready. Grab a plate.”

After serving himself, Jiseok made his way to the dinner table and found an extra seat across from his.

“Hey, Jiseok,” you greeted.

“(Y/N), hey. I didn’t know you were joining us for dinner tonight.”

You nodded happily. “Gunil told me he was feeling a little stressed about your upcoming performance, so I thought I’d stop by and try to help him relax.”

Jiseok nodded understandingly. You and Gunil had just recently started dating, and Jiseok wasn’t sure how to take it. He never told Gunil, but he had developed feelings for you a while ago. You and Jiseok had known each other for a long time; he was even the one who introduced you to Gunil. So when you and Gunil started going out, there was nothing Jiseok could do other than be happy for you. He had lost his chance fair and square, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous. “What’s got you so stressed, Gunil?” He decided to ask.

“Well,” Gunil sighed. “Shortly after leaving practice, our manager called to tell us that our stage time was upped by five minutes- which is great! However, our manager thinks it would be smart to have us perform a new cover for publicity. The performance is now less than a week away and we don’t have any ideas, so start throwing some out.”

“5 Seconds of Summer!” Jooyeon suggested instantly. Jungsu rolled his eyes.

“We can’t always cover 5 Seconds of Summer just because you have a man-crush on Luke Hemmings.”

“C’mon!” He insisted. “It’s a song I’ve really been wanting to cover, and I think we would do great!”

“What’s it called?” Gunil asked.

“Try Hard. It’s an older song, but it’s so good. They never perform it, so I think it would be fun to give it a try!”

“Okay,” Gunil shook his head, sounding slightly defeated. “We can keep that one in mind- play it for us after dinner. We can keep thinking of more ideas.”

As dinner progressed, a few more ideas were tossed around for covers. Paramore, DAY6, Muse- but nothing seemed to stick. Once dinner finally ended, Jooyeon got his chance to introduce the group to the song he had in mind. His excitement was evident as everyone listened along.

Jiseok listened intently- trying to ignore the way Jooyeon was serenading the group along with the song. He glanced over at you, and you seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as Jooyeon was. At this point, you had begun to bob your head along with the song, really getting into it. Jiseok didn’t miss the way that Gunil was looking at you; his eyes twinkling a little bit as he watched you jam alongside Jooyeon.

The song has a good guitar track, that was for sure. At the very least, it would be fun to perform. Nothing about the song really struck Jiseok too deeply until the second verse rolled around.

“She’s got a rose tattoo, but she keeps it covered. I play guitar, but she’s into drummers. She’s seen my face around, but she doesn’t even know my name.”

The pain that ran through Jiseok’s chest was almost tangible, striking him like an arrow. His eyes went wide and for a second he swears he started to hold his breath.

“Let’s do it,” he spoke out loud, not thinking about the timing of his comment. Luckily, nobody really seemed to notice. Jooyeon looked over, excited that someone was hearing him out.

“You really want to?” His smile was evident.

“Yeah. It’s a good song and it seems fun to play. Plus, I know you won’t get off our asses if we pick something else.”

Jungsu chuckled, “He has a point.”

Jooyeon’s eyes lit up as he looked at Gunil. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know… haven’t we already played like, three 5 Seconds of Summer songs?”

“Oh, c’mon, Gunil. This song is good!” You coaxed. “What would one more cover hurt? Besides, Villains would love it.”

Gunil let out a sigh, clearly having been won over by your opinion. “Alright, fine. I’ll talk to our manager first thing in the morning. Tomorrow we start working on arrangements.”

Everybody nodded their heads or made some sort of verbal agreement. Jiseok, on the other hand, was lost in thought as he continued to listen. He thought about the way you giggled at everything Gunil said and the way you couldn’t see how Gunil looked at you when you spoke to someone else. It was sickening. Once the song ended, Jiseok calmly slipped away from the others and back into his bedroom, the sound of your laughter fading out as he closed the door behind him.

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The next day, the practice room practically buzzed with the amount of work that was going on. Some of the guys were trying to find arrangements for the new cover, Gunil had been breaking into a new set of drumheads, and Jiseok was pretty sure Seungmin was about to break Jooyeon.

“Jooyeon if you don’t stop touching my stuff I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“I’m just grabbing my water!”

“Well then get your shit away from my shit!”

“Gunil!” Jooyeon called out like a child, “Seungmin is threatening me!” The group all looked back to their drummer, who was caught up with something on his phone. After a second, Gunil looked up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

Seungmin laughed. “Looks like somebody is too busy texting to save you,” Seungmin snuck up behind Jooyeon, grabbing his sides, causing Jooyeon to yell. It was now Gunil’s turn to laugh.

“Sorry, (Y/N) asked me a question. But, I’m good. No more distractions.”

Jiseok laughed to himself, knowing that would soon be proven to be a lie.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungsu intervened, “They’re just messing around.”

Gunil sighed lightly. “Guys, come on. We don’t have the time to be goofing off. We’ve gotta be getting everything finalized for this stage or else management is gonna kill us.” The younger boys let out a group of collective sighs, returning to their instruments and getting back to work. Jiseok put the strap of his guitar back over his shoulders, taking a second to peak back at Gunil again, catching him as he picked up his phone again, laughing to himself and sending another text with a slight blush on his cheeks.

Jiseok scoffed quietly to himself, “What happened to no more distractions?” He shook his head with a sigh, turning back to his sheet music. Jungsu looked his way.

“You alright?”

Jiseok’s attention snapped over to Jungsu. “Yeah. I’m fine,” he responded rather unconvincingly.

“Okay,” Jungsu said with a soft smile. “You just… seem a little stressed, so I thought I’d check in.”

“Thanks.” Jiseok gave Jungsu a tight-lipped smile before turning away again.

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The day of their performance had finally come around, and the guys were all backstage doing their typical pre-show rituals. Seungmin had a small set of weights in each hand, Hyeongjun was tuning his guitars, and Jiseok watched from a distance as Gunil giggled into his phone over some sort of phone call. Jiseok took a long, shaky breath to try and steady his nerves, but when Gunil got off the phone and came trotting up to him, he had to act fast to find his usual happy facade.

“Jiseok!” Gunil called cheerfully. “(Y/N) called me to say ‘good luck,’ but they wanted me to tell you good luck as well,” he smiled. Jiseok fought his hardest to return the gesture and make it look genuine.

“Thanks,” he said simply.

“They’ll be right in the front,” Gunil continued, “I think they’re on your side of the stage too. Just letting you know so you know to look out for them!” With that, Gunil skipped off to start prepping for the performance.

Jiseok sat and thought about the way this performance was going to go. The cover was right at the end, and Jiseok could feel the seed of jealousy planting itself into his stomach as a plan formed in his head. He smirked to himself at the thought. Would it be petty? Absolutely, but Jiseok couldn’t stand this feeling anymore. He sat and played with his hands, cracking his knuckles and twiddling his thumbs, which finally led to Jungsu chiming in from his seat nearby.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I advise that you stop,” Jungsu said simply, his voice steady and stern. Jiseok furrowed his eyebrows, giving him a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Jungsu got up from his seat, making his way over to Jiseok, his voice low. “Ever since the two of them got together, you obviously haven’t been happy about it. Gunil may be blind to your jealousy, but I’m not.” Jiseok looked up at Jungsu with wide eyes. “I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time,” Jungsu continued, “so I advise that you get over yourself before you cause any problems.” Jungsu gave Jiseok one final side eye before a stage manager came to collect the group of men to start setting up for their performance. Jiseok watched Jungsu walk away, knowing deep down that he was right. However, the seed had been planted, the jealousy had already taken root, and Jiseok couldn’t help but seethe as he picked up his guitar, pulled a pick from his pocket, and walked onto stage.

The performance had been going as expected: bright lights, loud fans, and that same energy that Jiseok always feels while performing that he still can’t find the right words to describe. He had located you in the crowd about halfway through their opening number, your bright smile and cute outfit making you stand out against everyone else in his eyes. Upon seeing you, he smiled as well, feeling his jealousy wither away into a feeling of fondness. You waved at him from the crowd, and it took everything in him not to let go of his guitar and wave back.

Finally, their set was about to close, and Jiseok felt the dark vines of his master plan creep back into his chest again. It was simple, but he hoped it would portray the message he needed it to. From his drumkit, Gunil counts the song in, and the band takes off with their cover. Jiseok watches as you dance along in the pit, and he can feel himself fighting an internal battle with his usual stage presence to keep it together. Jooyeon carried the song with a smile, clearly in his element while singing along. As the song progressed, Jiseok’s turn at the mic was coming up, and he knew it was all or nothing. He dropped his guitar completely, putting both hands on the mic and looking at you as the verse he quickly claimed dibs on a practice a few days ago made its way to the speakers.

“She’s got a rose tattoo, but she keeps it covered. I play guitar, but she’s into drummers.” At this, Jiseok watches as you smile wide, aiming your gaze towards the back of the stage, ignoring him almost completely. “She’s seen my face around, but she doesn’t even know my name.” At that, Jiseok picks up his guitar again, performing the rest of the song on autopilot as he realizes that his attempt to grab your attention and tell you how he feels was nothing short of futile. Soon enough, the performance ends, the show is over, and Jiseok floats home- his autopilot keeping him moving.

☆

“That performance was great!!” You squeal as you pull Gunil into a tight embrace, holding him close and kissing his cheek once the seven of you made your way back to the dorm. Of course Gunil had to invite you over, and of course Jiseok had to sit and watch as you hung all over him. This was just what he needed. Jiseok fought to keep his breathing steady when someone yelling his name caught his attention.

“Jiseok!” Seungmin yelled.

“What?!” Jiseok yelled in response, sounding a little more angry than he should have.

“I asked if you wanted a drink. Jesus, I’ve only called your name, like, three times.” Seungmin rolled his eyes. Jiseok waved him off.

“No, I’m fine,” he answered shortly. Seungmin looked over him.

“What’s got you all worked up?”

Jiseok opened his mouth to answer and then quickly snapped his mouth closed again. He could hear you and Gunil laughing together from the other side of the room. He quickly glanced over at Jungsu, who was already giving him a stern look. “Nothing,” he finally answers. “Nothing is wrong.” Jiseok stood from his chair, looking to Jungsu again. “I’m going to bed.”

For a split second, Jungsu’s eyes turned sympathetic. “Good night, Jiseok.”

He nodded slightly, his voice soft. “Good night, Jungsu.”

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🍥 -- a - z quotes

( a is for… ) alright im gonna go jump off a bridge peace out.

( b is for… ) 'bout to cha cha cha real smooth of the grand canyon.

( c is for… ) can someone tell me why everyone time i go on tiktok i see edits of me...bald...

( d is for… ) do y'all know i can speak french? bonjour oui oui, ' eiffel for you tower' baguette.

( e is for… ) everybody have a goodnight, except for hyunjin. i hope both sides of your pillow are boiling.

( f is for… ) for goodness sake! we lost seungmin to the furry side, time to bring the cage out again.

( g is for… ) guys, the weird guy from lost and found children - gosh what was his name again oh yeah fan hesung - yeah we are married and have 2 kids and a hamster named marinette.

( h is for… ) HAN JISUNG OUR FAVOURITE RESIDENT OF FURRYVILLE.

( i is for… ) i will 봤니 shoog shoog shoog you in the face.

( j is for… ) just to let you delulu stays know, the mental asylum was not fun 100% do not recommend

( k is for… ) keep on making that mosquito sound felix and I will kill you like how I kill mosquitoes since you want to be one so bad.

( l is for… ) losing should have never been invented because i do not take it very well

( m is for… ) my favourite rapper is kim seungmin. did you know that seungmin gave birth to the whole industry. kim seungmin = mother.

( n is for… ) nobody can beat our mega alpha wolf baddie channie. WOLF MEGA WOLF MEGA WOLF AWOO.

( o is for… ) OMG I GOT INTO A DATING SCANDAL WITH HYUNJIN. NOW I CAN FORCE HIM TO KISS ME INSTEAD OF RUNNING AWAY BEACAUSE WE ARE DESTINED TO BE.

( p is for… ) personally, im broker than i was before i became a kpop idol, AND THAT WAS LESS THAN 3 YEARS AGO. so to answer your question mr kim seungmin I AM NOT BUYING YOU ANOTHER DAY6 ALBUM BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH YOUNGK PHOTOCARDS.

( q is for… ) queen cherry, a poem to cherry I love cherry, cherry is cute, you are not cute, i miss cherry, cherry loves me, i love cherry.

( r is for… ) (question: how do you feel about changbin?) running into his chest and sleeping there forever and ever would be a dream come true.

( s is for… ) sometimes, i just want to shoot it... in your mouth...we go...du du du...du du du.

( t is for… ) tell lino im getting a restraining order against him because why is it every time i want to complete a mission HE ALWAYS CHOOSES TO SABOTAGE ME. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS.

( u is for… ) us kids always stay in a pack, it's either all of us, a bunch of us or none of us and i wouldn't change it for anything in the world

( v is for… ) (question: who had the best oddinary era) venom hyunjin was a whole different breed like, making me giggle for real (his reply: umm no scandals please)

( w is for… ) why do it yourself when chrissy boy is there to do it for you?

( x is for… ) “x-(7+95)=y find...” i barely passed school and i have to do more maths? no thanks. i can call changbin for you though.

( y is for… ) yang jeongin you need to go to the corner and think about your actions.

( z is for… ) zero brain percentage is turned on right now yuhhh

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[jihyoruri]

jay’s fans all like him bc he’s funny

y/n’s fans like her because she’s BAD ASF and is like the sarcastic witty one

and idk the W guy’ fans like him bc he’s silly babygirl

so jay’s fandom would be funny kpop stans who probably used to fw day6 or hell their PARENTS used to fw day6 bc they old now..

y/n’s fans are probably either lana stans (I can feel it) or just kind of emo kids who think she’s cool and badass or just funny and vibe w her music+personality.. also I know she bad.. my bitch pose NEASTY

the w guy’s fans (I am not leaving this ask to go check his name) like him bc he’s a little dumb. .just kinda stupid y/n and jay gang up on him all the time. he’s like the youngest child he can’t BREATHE.. his fans are the mfs making him do aegyo on fancalls

also ik all 3 of them r chronically online and comment on shit w the official acc like riize does.. these f words..

sorry I’m not high rn so my ideas aren’t very good.. ahh gomen oomf chan

-twtanon

this is literally ur specialty… like it just fits LMAOOOOOOO also ur so right about them about them being chronically online