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When You Need Me Most | Part 4

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

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

MASTERLIST

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

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

It started with the billboard.

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

A billboard with your face on it.

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

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

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

I love you, my nabi - YJ

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

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

Next it was a flash mob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fucking blimp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You heard Jeongin groan in embarrassment.

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

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

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

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

“You…said you loved me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Jeongin, you can’t just-”

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

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

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

“What about your debut?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, unsaid on your end.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeongin’s brows furrowed in confusion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Two Years Later

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

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

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

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

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

Something was definitely up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it clicked.

You felt tears starting to form.

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

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

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

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

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

With that, he slowly dropped to one knee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Stay…Stay was losing their minds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He whispered to you.

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

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

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

When you had needed him most he had shown up.

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

And you knew he’d always would be.

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gluion · 3 months ago

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the book of us — masterlist

non-idol!zerobaseone x reader

wc — projected to be 10-15k words per story under side a, 5-10k words per story under side b general genre/warnings — fluff, angst, crack, 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 important 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 author's note — 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

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

SIDE A

kim gyuvin’s track: missing home // teaser

when kim gyuvin is forced to volunteer at an 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

seok matthew’s track: the ballad of a lovestruck friend

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

kim taerae’s track: the plotted invisible string

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

zhang hao’s track: on (your) strings

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

kim jiwoong’s track: first day(s) on the job

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

shen quanrui/ricky’s track: eye for talent

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

park gunwook’s track: lost in translation

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

sung hanbin’s track: 8,000 kilometers worth

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

han yujin’s track: slowly bruising but healing

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

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formyaisonly · 6 months ago

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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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#genshin impact #genshin smau #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x you #genshin #smau #like we were before

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geotjwrs · 5 months ago

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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.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega x reader #one shot #imagine #dailywomen #wednesday addams #fanfic #Spotify

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luvkyu · 1 year ago

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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.

#day6 #day6 dowoon #yoon dowoon #dowoon #day6 x reader #kpop x male reader #male reader

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binniebakery · 8 months ago

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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.

#txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt fluff #txt x reader #kai x reader #kai fluff #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai fluff #BakeryTreat♡

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basketballanonsblog · 2 months ago

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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."

"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.

#twice imagines #twice fic #kpop fanfic #nayeon #nayeon x reader #nayeon x oc #Spotify

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aclowntiny · 1 year ago

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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.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jungwon #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #ni-ki #gender neutral reader

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dearly-somber · 9 months ago

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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."

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sanctuary1988 · 3 months ago

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~ 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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gingerjunhan · 8 months ago

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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.

☆

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.

☆

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.

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“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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misswoozi · 1 year ago

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misswoozi blog guidelines ✨

welcome to the blog! here are some rules! please please please give them a quick read before you send me an ask or make a request!

I write for Seventeen, ATEEZ, NCT (not Chenle or Jisung but I do write for Lucas, Sungchan and Shotaro), TXT (not Taehyun or Huening Kai), EXO (OT8), DAY6 (OT4), Monsta X, SHINee, BTOB, Twice, SNSD (OT8), EXID, GFriend, Mamamoo, 2NE1, ITZY (not Yuna) and Red Velvet (not Wendy)

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jihyoruri · 3 months ago

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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

#✮— paranoia

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flurrys-creativity · 2 years ago

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Fixer upper

Pairing: Kang Younghyun (Day6) x GN!Reader; Genre: Roommate AU, enemies to lovers, a little angst, romance, fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-15; Warnings: a broken cup, yelling and a fight, clumsy reader, blood, crying and kisses; Wordcount: 1.379

Summary: Younghyun had enough of your clumsy ass. Not that he had something against you being clumsy. But you just leaving your mess behind for him to stumble over drove him up the walls. It was time to confront you.

A/N: This is another written deal for @daemour ! Actually kinda the first deal we made... and yet it’s the third I finished writing.. or is it the third? I don’t know.

Younghyun stood in front of the sink, staring down at the broken cup in it. He sighed deeply and placed his hands on the counter, leaning against it as his head hung low. By now Younghyun had lost count of how many broken things he had found in the shared apartment over the time he lived with you.

“Y/N!” His voice boomed through the apartment. He heard a dull thud and closed his eyes, gritting in annoyance. How could one person be that clumsy?

Startled, you rushed into the kitchen. Your eyes frantically darted around the small room until they landed on Younghyun’s form. “What’s wrong?”

Younghyun turned around and looked at you, a grin playing over his lips when he saw your dishevelled appearance before he resumed the pointed stare. He schooled his expression again, ignoring the flutter in his stomach from your wide eyes. How could you look this adorable when you were such a mess?

Your eyes scanned his face, worried something bad happened while you still waited for his answer.

Younghyun simply pointed at the sink and your eyes followed the movement, noticing the broken cup you had left there.

“Are you hurt?” You quickly rushed over to him and grabbed his hands, turning them around and tracing his palms with your finger. “I noticed it was broken in the cupboard and put it in the sink so neither of us would use it by accident and get hurt.

Younghyun stared at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t you throw it out in the first place?” He asked, tone exasperated. He pulled his hands out of yours and stepped away, his heart pounding within his chest.

Your shoulders slumped down, face slightly falling before you returned to a neutral expression again. “It’s your favourite cup”, you murmured and looked down at the cup. “I didn’t want to throw it away and I knew simply taking it would make you mad.”

“I’m mad because I constantly find broken things around the apartment!” Younghyun raised his voice, internally seeing how the thread of his patience snapped.

You grabbed the broken parts within the sink and held them in your hands, looking down at the pieces. “I’m not doing it on purpose. Also I didn’t break your cup this time.”

“This time! Y/N, I swear to god”, Younghyun didn’t finish the sentence, instead he rubbed his face with his hands, feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you could feel your lower lip trembling. Without another word you turned around and stormed out of the kitchen, still holding the broken pieces in your hands.

“Where are you going now?!” Younghyun called after you even though he didn’t expect an answer. His heart twisted painfully, knowing his outburst had hurt you. He never meant to hurt you. With a deep sigh he sat down at the counter and buried his face in his hands. He shouldn’t have yelled, shouldn’t have blamed you for something you didn’t do on purpose.

After a while, Younghyun pushed himself up and trotted to your bedroom. He raised his hand and hesitated, hearing quiet sniffling from inside your room. Younghyun winced but decided to knock on the wooden surface nonetheless, waiting for your response.

All of a sudden it became eerily quiet behind the door, worrying Younghyun even more about the severity of the damage his outburst had done. He knocked again, softly calling out to you.

The only response he received was the clicking of the lock, making him think you actually locked him out of your room. His hand trembled violently when he moved it to the doorknob, slowly twisting and opening it.

Younghyun exhaled the breath he had held, noticing the short rush of relief spreading through his body when he opened the door and stepped into your room.

You sat on your bed, back facing him. Even though you tried your very best, you knew your shoulders were shaking and that it was only a matter of time before your sobs turned loud again.

“Hey, y/n, about earlier”, Younghyun spoke softly, carefully taking one step after another closer to you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let it all out on you. That was wrong of me. I guess I just was kind of stress- holy shit! What happened?”

Younghyun’s eyes widened in shock, quickly stepping right behind you when he noticed the red stains on your sheets.

When you didn’t react and only continued to press the pieces of the cup together with bloody fingers, Younghyun slowly leaned down, prying your hands off of the shards.

A loud sob escaped your throat the moment Younghyun pulled the broken cup out of your hands and placed it down on your bed.

“Hey, it’s alright, okay? You’re going to be okay, yeah?” Younghyun grabbed your wrist with one hand, using his free arm to wrap it around your body. He noticed the tube of liquid glue next to the pieces, feeling his throat close up in guilt.

For a moment he only held you, needing the time to gather his thoughts while you continued to cry silently. Seeing your bloody hands again, Younghyun inhaled deeply before he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Somewhat clumsy - oh the irony - he sat down together with you on the edge of the bathtub. Younghyun held you tightly against his chest with one arm while he leaned forward and turned on the faucet of the sink.

“You wanted to repair the cup, didn’t you?” He asked softly as he grabbed your wrists again and pulled them under the warm stream of water.

You nodded shortly, biting on your lower lip to stop the sobs but they only fought their way through. Through bleary eyes you stared at the sink, seeing the red stained water vanishing down the drain.

“That’s why you didn’t throw it away.”

Again you only nodded. When Younghyun had called you earlier, you had browsed the internet to check how you could repair a cup without sharp edges remaining.

“And out of protest because I got mad, you decided to paint the cup with some blood?”

You snorted and shook your head, slowly gaining control over your crying. “And tears”, you mumbled.

“And tears”, Younghyun repeated, turning off the water and gently drying your hands. He grabbed a small medical kit from under the sink and started bandaging your hands. Once he finished he turned you on his lap, brushing the remnants of your tears away with his thumb. “Let’s just throw the cup away, yeah? I can always choose a new favourite one.”

“We can’t always throw things away when I break them”, you whispered, new tears forming in your eyes.

Younghyun leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, humming quietly in agreement. “But I also can’t see you getting hurt because you try to repair them every time.”

“I only got hurt because I couldn’t see properly.”

“Y/N, stop arguing with me when I just told you I care about you”, Younghyun sighed but pulled you closer into his embrace nonetheless. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or scold you for hurting yourself over something so stupid.”

It stayed quiet for a moment between the both of you where you simply took in the presence of the other.

“Can I pick?” You asked, suddenly feeling shy in front of him.

“Only if you pick a kiss”, Younghyun answered, opening his eyes and leaning back a little. A grin spread over his features when he saw you nodding.

Younghyun closed the space between you, his lips hovering in front of yours. He waited several heartbeats, still offering you the chance to pull away, before he turned the ghost of a touch of your lips into a deep kiss. One of his hands came up to your neck and held you there.

“Just know, I’m still going to scold you later for giving me a heart attack when I saw all that blood and thought the worst”, Younghyun murmured between kisses.

You whined softly before he stopped you with another kiss, letting you successfully shut up and enjoy the moment.

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