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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.

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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.

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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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strayfoxxchan · 2 years ago

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Class Time (Part 2)

Pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluff, Teacher AU

Content Warning: None

A/N: Okay, so @that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick requested I finish this, and then I did, and then the power went out, and then I drove out to see my parents, and then the power went out again. So there might... be a part 3 eventually?

Chris motions you toward the door. “Come on, then.”

You gather your coat and bag and join him in leaving the art classroom. You lock up behind you.

“I’m telling you, I am absolutely useless when it comes to… well, any type of sport,” you chuckle nervously as you stroll down the hall to the stairs. “The last time I tried to play a sport, I got hit in the face with a plastic baseball bat, nearly ripped the braces right off my teeth,” you shudder, remembering more the embarrassment than the pain. [a/n: true story my sister insisted I include]

“B-braces? Are you saying you haven’t done any sports since, what, high school?” He looks aghast.

“What’s the saying again? Fool me once, never again?” You say.

He laughs heartily, gasping for air. “I don’t think that’s how the saying goes.” It takes him a moment to recover from his breathless laughter. Something about his laughter made you wish he would laugh all the time.

You just shrug and flash a smile at him. “Anything to keep these pearly whites safe.” You flick your hair behind you in an attempt to look haughty, but you smile anyway.

Chris pushes the gym doors open, and students are already standing around waiting. They’re scattered about, playing games amongst themselves.

From the distance, you hear a familiar gasp and the patter of trainers heading toward you. “Wah, seonsaengnim?! You’re here too?!” Dowoon skids to a stop just short of running straight into you.

“Your coach helped me today, so it’s only fair.” You chuckle.

The students gather themselves around Chris before he even has the chance to ask them.

“So today,” he starts, giving you a mischievous glance before turning his attention to the students, “we’ll be having a little… how should we say… competition?” He rubs his hands together.

Your stomach drops. Competition?!

“It’ll be Channie-ssaem against Y/N-ssaem and it’ll be a little game of dodgeball.”

You fail to stifle a guffaw and it comes out more like a snort than a laugh. And then you laugh a little more before you stop dead-pan to look him straight in the eye. “D-dodgeball?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll just pick the teams and watch,” he seems to enjoy watching you squirm. “Y/N-ssaem and I will pick the teams.”

Dowoon pipes up from the spot he’s chosen on the floor. “What happens if you win?”

“Oh, we should make a bet, shouldn’t we?” Chris puts a hand on his hip. “If I win, Y/N-ssaem has to buy me dinner. Counter?” The students ooh and ahhh, nudging each other and giggling.

You look up at him, arms crossed and lips pursed. “If I win, you have to model for my class for the rest of the week.” This sends a ripple of boos across the class. I guess that wasn’t as spicy as the kids hoped it would be, huh?

The two of you divvy up the class into two. Chris calls his team the Wolverines, affectionately named after Australia’s own Hugh Jackman, and you call your team the Picassoes. They split themselves off across each half of the gym.

“Alright, kids, you know the rules! No head shots, no groin shots, everything else is fair game. You catch a ball, the student who threw it is out. Make us proud!” He yells, blowing his whistle.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Chris kneel down and hit play on what you can only describe as a CD player right out of the early aughts. You clearly catch his distinctive voice on the tracks, and the music adds so much energy to the already chaotic game.

Rubber balls are flying about, students running, jumping, and spinning around to avoid being caught by the balls. They laugh joyfully all the while. Even as students begin to get hit, they still cackle raucously.

And then, one by one, the teams begin to shrink. Rather, your team begins to shrink, and rapidly. They’re having too much fun to notice that their numbers have dropped nearly to half. Chris comes to stand beside you, nudging you.

“I have pretty expensive taste, y’know.”

“And I make an art teacher's salary, so it better not be that expensive.” You grumble.

“I think I want a big ol’ lamb chop.”

“Do they even have lamb chops in K—-,” your sentence is cut off as a rubber ball comes flying and hits you directly in the face, knocking you off your feet.

You hear balls bouncing as students drop everything to check on you. Chris drops to his knees.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you alright?!” Chris takes your hand and pulls you up, then runs his hand down your cheek. “It’s all red,” he frowns.

“Sports and me don’t mix, I tried to tell you,” you smile and promptly wince, cheek stinging something fierce. Just as you get to your feet, the bell rings.

Dowoon runs up to you, backpack in hand . “Ssaem,” he says with a giggle, “have a nice date!” The teenager winks at you and runs for the door. Your hand flies straight for your face, greeting you with another stinging pain where rubber met flesh.

In his office, Chris sits you down, gingerly placing an ice pack on your cheek. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says softly, face full of concern. “You’re pretty tough though, yeah?”

“I suppose,” you say, eyes glued to the ground. He’s close, really close. You look up and the two of you lock eyes for a moment. And then another, and another. You can feel his warm breath on your skin.

You both clear your throats at the same time, causing a fit of giggles. “S-so, dinner tonight?” He smiles warmly at you. “I’m thinking… Ramyeon? 7/11? What do you say?”

“Oooh, pricey.” You grin. “A little out of my price range, but I can make it work,” you chuckle and wink at him.

“Shall we?” He holds his arm out which you take as you head out of the gymnasium doors.

The bus ride back to your stop is much the same as it had been that morning, if a little colder as the sun begins to duck beneath the Seoul skyline. The two of you huddle together a little closer, the warmth of the bigger man enough to keep you comfortable. He pulls out his phone and nudges you.

“D’you wanna see something cool?” He waggles his eyebrows at you.

“Is it actually cool or is it something gross?” You giggle at the expression on his face and turn your attention to his phone screen.

He scrolls through a few apps before triumphantly showing you “Shiny. Charizard.”

You look back up to him, enthusiastically pulling out your own phone.

The two of you chuckle like school children, comparing your teams and discussing the intricacies of IVs before the robotic voice signaling your stop rings out over the bus loudspeakers.

“That’s us,” Chris says, standing up and holding his hands out to pull you up from the seats. He moves beside you, hand placed gently on the small of your back guiding you as the bus slows to a halt. He jumps out of the bus, and holds your hand steady as you disembark.

“7/11?” You say, and he nods back at you.

“7/11.”

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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 years ago

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A Gingerbread Success?

Summary: Setting up gingerbread houses is a lot more difficult than one would believe.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 922

Dowoon X Reader

Requested: For your 12 days of christmas could i request number 4 w/ dowoon from day6 if you don’t mind? happy holidays btw!

Prompt: 4. Making gingerbread houses (and failing miserably).

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After Christmas shopping for the past week, it's finally time to buy our Christmas dinner. We walk around the grocery store, picking up what we need until we reach the seasonal aisle; “You wanna make gingerbread houses?” He asks as we pass a large stand of different gingerbread creations. I smile over at him, “Heck yeah!” He grins and grabs two houses, one for each of us. And with that, we decided to check out. The two of us discussed our ideas of what we wanted our gingerbread houses to look like all the way home. “Where the roof aligns, I’m placing a row of gumdrops.” He grins, “I think I’m going to make them look like shingles.”

We rush inside the house, putting away all the groceries and clearing the kitchen counter. He opens the boxes as I grab us both something to drink while we create our gingerbread houses. Once we open them, we start breaking them apart and leaning the pieces against each other to see which one goes where. He grabs the icing first and starts icing two sides to each other. I put icing all around in a square to glue the pieces to the plate, and at first, it’s working well as I ice the sides together. When the wall closest to me starts falling inwards, they all follow along and fold in a pile. I groan and look over at Dowoon’s set-up, and he’s holding two pieces together. He lets go, and they stand with ease, and he does the same to the next two panels. I rebuild, holding them down and together, not letting them fall in or anything. When I think it’s; finally, set up I move my hands away, and it stays standing. I grin and raise my arms in triumph and see Dowoon is putting the roof on his house. Slow and steady wins the race. I remind myself as I take a sip of water. I ice the roof together and make sure they’re stuck together when I hear a loud whine as I go to place my roof on top. And look over to see Dowoon’s pieces slowly sliding outwards as he tries to hold them from doing such. And the roof collapses inward, and he pouts at the house, and I laugh. I manage to get my house together as Dowoon puts slabs of icing on each side, sticking them together. I grin and watch him stick his tongue out in concentration, “Wow,” I sigh out. He looks up and goes, “Huh?” I smile, “I can’t believe how cute you are.” His ears turn bright red, and he looks down, focusing on his work, “Can you believe how much icing these are taking?” He says, trying to deflect my comment. I roll my eyes and reach my arm across to hold his hand that isn’t covered in icing. He puts his hand in mine, “Your cuter..." He mumbles, and I smile, “Not as cute as you.” He whines, “Oh my gosh” I laugh and bring my lips to his hand and kiss it before pulling my hand away. As my arm goes to its resting spot, I must have miscalculated how far away I put my glass of water from my project. And it floods the entire plate before I even have time to react. I quickly take the glass back and try to recover the pieces I can as it succumbs to the flood. I whine, and it’s Dowoon’s turn to laugh, and I pout, “Well, at least one of our houses will be edible.” I put my ruined gingerbread pieces soaked with water in the trash bin.

I clean up my section, and he starts putting gumdrops on the roof. I sit down and watch him diligently place them when he looks over at me, “Wanna help?” I nod and start laying the ‘shingles’, gumdrops, on the other side of the roof, and little candies on the sides of the house. I grab a pink candy and dab some ‘glue’ on it before placing it on as the doorknob. I look over at him, and he goes, “Finished?” I nod, and he smiles, and he takes a picture of the house, “I think Mydays will love this!” I grin, “I think so too, Dowoonie.” His eyes turn red as he posts it to his Instagram, and we clean up the area. “We should have bought ginger people.” He tells me, and I nod, “We should have. Let’s buy them next time!” He nods, and we pinky promise as we hear a noise that sounds an awful lot like a cookie crumbling. Just to look over and see the front panel, completely gain away and crack under pressure. We look over at each other and sigh, “When the cookie crumbles,...” I start, and he gives me a brilliant grin that I can’t help but replicate as he goes, “We shall eat!” I laugh, and he goes over to the gingerbread house and holds one side of the roof. “Like a wishbone?” He asks, and I grab the other side, and we both close our eyes as we make a wish before breaking it apart. “We couldn’t let such a nice cookie house go to waste.” I nod, “You’re absolutely right.” We both eat our sides of the roof, “I thought with how much icing you put on the cookies, they would be cemented to each other. He shakes his head with a laugh, “You and me both.”

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justwinwin · 2 years ago

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Im her boyfriend | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Description: You garner unwanted attention from the waiter, and with obvious discomfort, Yuta steps in to protect you.

Word Count: 1864

“Hi, we have a booking for y/n” you speak to the woman standing by entrance of the restaurant. Once a month, your friends (the boys from NCT127) planned a dinner, where every month a new restaurant was chosen. This happened to be the month that you were assigned to pick the place to eat at as well as booking the reservations. You had been eyeing the Italian restaurant in the city and knew that the boys would also agree with the choice.

After a long day in the building; dance practice, video shoots, photo shoots and interviews. You all could not wait any longer to be stuffing your faces with carbs on carbs on carbs.

You weren’t a part of the NCT127 group but you were their assistant, which transitioned to also being one of their closest friend. You were there for almost everything, organising meetings, interviews, promotional material, you name it, you had to do it. It was a tough and demanding job, but the boys made it worth every second.

Especially Yuta. Your bond with Yuta was different to the other boys, he could read you like a book, knowing when you were almost burnt out, knowing what made you giddy and knowing what made you tick. He was undeniably an observant friend, selfless and caring; Yuta had the characteristics to be the perfect boyfriend but also the bestest best friend.

While those characteristics were always a favourable trait, it made your feelings towards him rather confusing. You wanted to be friends but then he also treated you almost like you were dating. And seeing the way he treated other people, it also seemed like it was just a part of his personality; being touchy, flirty, and caring. Making it all the more confusing as to whether he may also be feeling something towards you.

“Oh yes, follow me miss, I’ll guide you to your table for tonight,” the woman smiled warmly and turned around. The boys and you followed the woman whilst admiring the dimly lit, fancy Italian restaurant. The place looked expensive, but with a touch of a homey vibe. There was quite a lot of people in tonight, but with such a large vicinity, everybody was spaced out enough that walking in between the tables went smoothly.

As you found yourselves towards the back of the restaurant, everybody took their seats. Yuta pulled out your seat and a blush crept up your cheeks. The looks that the boys passed around the table did not go unnoticed by you. It was no surprise that many of the boys thought Yuta and you had something going on, although you two were just friends.

You take a seat and thanked Yuta for being kind. As you place your purse on your lap, the young waiter, presumably your age, arrived at your table with a notepad.

“Good evening, ladies and gentleman, my name is Dowoon and I will be your waiter for the night. May I offer you some sparkling or still water to start?” the waiter’s eyes roamed the circular table, all eyes were on him. Which was no surprise, he was a handsome young man.

We looked around the table, half of the boys asking for still water and the rest wanting sparkling. You look back up at the waiter with humorous smile.

“I’ll bring back a jug of both still and sparkling then,” he smiled before his eyes landed on me, “were you after anything special my lady?”

A few of the boys snickered and you could see Yuta stiffen beside you, you look away from the waiter in embarrassment, not being one to like the attention.

“Uh, just still thank you,” you reply back kindly.

“Coming right up,” he gave a wink before rushing off to the kitchen.

“Not gonna lie that was cringy,” Johnny spoke which earned him a few nods of agreements and laughter.

For the next few minutes you and the boys found yourselves engrossed in a serious conversation of how many cheesy garlic breads needed to be ordered. The waiter returned with the waters.

Yuta repeats the orders to the waiter.

“....and three bowls of spaghetti Bolognese, and a bottle of red wine?” the waiter repeats back. We all nod, our excitement rising. We were all extremely hungry.

“Just to let you know, that red dress looks amazing on your figure,” the waiter winks once again before heading back to the kitchen. Red stains your cheeks once again from embarrassment. More laughter could be heard from the boys around you. You take a look at Yuta who sits beside you with a straight face. It was hard to decipher what he was feeling sometimes.

“That was so corny,” Taeil says in between laughs.

As the night goes on, laughter fills the air as the you and the boys fall into your usual pattern of conversation. Although, throughout the dinner, you found the waiter often staring at you, and even taking a visit to your table to ask if anybody had needed anything else. You could tell everybody else was growing tired of having to say no.

The way he stared at you gave you the chills, and not in the good way either. Not in the Yuta made your skin feel all tingly when he brushed his arm against yours accidently. Or the way you’d feel an eruption of butterflies as he complimented your outfit of the day.

The feeling the waiter was giving you was discomfort and unease. Surely enough, Yuta could sense something was not right.

Once everybody had finished and the bill had been taken care of, you announce to the boys that you needed to visit the bathroom before heading out.

On your way, you could feel the tense stare of the waiter by the kitchen door. You look in his direction and as you make eye contact, his smile widens, in almost a creepy way. You could see him start to move. You quicken your pace and make it to the bathroom without being interrupted by him.

After finishing your business, in a rush to make it back to the table as you didn’t want the boys waiting too long for you, you almost knock into a sturdy chest whilst leaving the bathroom. You hear a low chuckle and the uncomfortable chills erupted throughout your body.

“Damn, you falling for me already?” the waiter asks amused, he’s got his hands tightly wrapped around your elbows to hold you up, and you pull them back to create some space between the both of you.

“Sorry, I gotta get back to the table,” you try to manoeuvre around him, but he side steps in your way.

“Not so fast, surely I can get your number before you leave?” he tries once again. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes, with the way they made you feel so small and inferior.

“No, I’m not interested,” you reject him, which was clearly not what he was wanting to hear.

“Oh, cmon, I can tell you’re attracted to me, and I think you’re hot, surely give me your number,” he holds on to your elbow again and you grimace.

“Get the fuck away from her,” your body relaxes as you hear a familiar voice. The waiter’s body stiffens, and he turns around to face Yuta. You look behind him, to see the boys getting up from the table and watching the situation from across the room with wary eyes.

“And why should I?” he challenges, taking a step towards Yuta. He was only a few inches taller than Yuta, but Yuta made him look smaller with the fierce look he was wearing. Jaw clenched and furious eyes, Yuta was not be messed with when he was mad. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him doing this for you.

“Because I’m her boyfriend,” Yuta admits with a low tone. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, making you feel giddy to hear those words even though you knew they were not true, he was just trying to protect you. “So you better get the fuck away from her before I make you regret ever coming near her.”

The waiter scoffs and reluctantly walks away, mumbling a fuck you under his breath as he brush passes Yuta.

Yuta walks closer towards you, concern written all over his face.

“Are you okay?” he examines your body, searching for any possible signs of injury. Your face heats up again but this time from feeling shy under his eyes. Yuta never made you feel uncomfortable the way the waiter did. Seeing the way he had stepped up to protect you, getting aggravated and defensive over you made you realise just how much you liked him.

“Thank you so much, Yuta, you have no idea how much he’s been getting on my nerves this whole dinner,” you confess, patting down your dress to fix any wrinkles.

“He was getting on everybody’s nerves, come one let’s go meet the boys outside,” he holds out his elbow for you to hold. You take it and the both of you walk out of the store. You could see the boys not too far up, already halfway towards the two cars that was brought tonight.

“Can I say something?” Yuta asks once again. You couldn’t help but think of the way he had called himself your boyfriend. The thought making you feel weak at the knees.

“Sure.”

“I really liked the way I said I was your boyfriend,” Yuta rushes out in a flurry of stutters and a low voice, almost making it inaudible.

You needed to double check to make sure you heard correctly, “come again?”

“I really liked the way I said I was your boyfriend,” he repeats but with more confidence. You feel yourself almost give way at the knees, this being the last thing you’d expected from Yuta. But hearing it felt magical.

“You know what, I really like the thought of being your girlfriend,” you respond back, looking up at his handsome face. The streetlights capturing his defined features, almost casting him as an angel. He was breath-taking.

“So, does that mean we’re together now?” he questions, looking back into your eyes. A lightning of feelings could be captured between the two of you. Electricity bouncing back and forth, a rush of desire filling your bodies. Wanting to have each other but never really knowing if the other felt the same. But tonight, it was all coming together. Your feelings and emotions laid out in front of you, with nothing to hide. This was the moment that changed your relationship with Yuta. He was everything you ever needed and wanted. And you were the only one in his eyes.

“I think it does,” you whisper before Yuta raises his hand towards your face, the both of you now stopped in the middle of the empty walkway, the boys already sat in the cars waiting for the two of you.

“Can I kiss you?” Yuta asked, and all you could do was nod your head.

He leans down and finally, as the missing piece to your puzzle, Yuta closes the gap.

#nakamoto yuta #yuta #nct 127 #yuta imagine #nakamoto yuta imagines #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst

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eatsbop · 2 years ago

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You as a Character in HTF

Your role will be..

(First letter of the title of the last song you listened to)

MC/protagonist - C, L, P, H

Antagonist - W, A, G, M

Deuteragonist/secondary main character - K, X, B, N

Love interest - R, F, T, Q

Confidant - J, I, V , U

Supporting/tertiary character - Y, S, E

The foil - O, Z, D

You'll be a Newtuber under..

(Last video you watched on Youtube)

XJ Company - food related, stuying/educational, tech/gadget related, animal video, asmr, news/political, celebrity related, drama/gossip, music/music related

Yoo Hobin Company - comedy, makeup/fashion, lifestyle/vlog, reviews, gaming, crafting/tutorial, self improvement, health/fitness, fancam

Non-streamer - I don't watch Youtube/I can't remember, other

Your fighting style is..

(Last candy you ate)

Taekwondo - bubblegum, cola flavor candy

Kyokushin - milk, custard

Judo - mint

Ju-jitsu - gummy, sour, jelly

Boxing - chocolate

Kickboxing - peanut butter, with nuts, chocolate with nuts

Wrestling - coffee, caramel, toffee, butterscotch

Ssireum - ginseng, ginger, throat medicine, matcha

MMA - berry/fruit flavor, yogurt flavor, with dried berry/fruit

Freestyle, good old bash and smash - just sweet, sugar flavor, honey, unconventional flavor (like squid or cheese), other, I hate candies/can't remember

Character you'll be initially shipped with..

(Something you must wear when going outside, besides the basics = clothes, shoes.. etc, mask is a basic wear, dude.. please wear a mask)

Seong Taehoon - watch

Ji Yeonwoo - earphones/headphones

Lee Dowoon - earring/s

Han Gyeoul - ring/s

Woo Jihyeok - eyewear that is not prescription

Han Wangguk - nose ring, eyebrow ring, lip ring.. bellybutton ring?

Yeo Rumi - necklace

Hwang Mangi - hair accessory, hair extensions, baseball cap, beanies, etc

Gaeul - a lucky charm

Baek Seongjoon - perfume

Lee Jinho - make up

Kim Munseong - bracelet, anklet

Choi Bomi - company/student id i guess??

Yoo Hobin - you just need your wallet, phone, keys, bus card.. anything besides clothes and shoes is an excess

Your "business partner / ride or die"..

(Second letter of the title of the last manga/manhwa/comic you read)

Yoo Hobin - V, X

Seong Taehoon - G, B

Ji Yeonwoo - C, W

Lee Dowoon - A, K

Han Gyeoul - P, Q

Woo Jihyeok - L, I

Han Wangguk - it has only one letter / it's a number or punctuation mark

Yeo Rumi - N, F

Hwang Mangi - D, U

Gaeul - Z, O

Baek Seongjoon - Y, T

Lee Jinho - S, J

Kim Munseong - M, H

Choi Bomi - E, R

Character who will have an unhealthy obsession with you..

(Type of curtain you have in your bedroom)

Yoo Hobin - stripe, polkadot, gingham

Seong Taehoon - blackout curtain

Ji Yeonwoo - insulated

Lee Dowoon - no window in your bedroom

Han Gyeoul - big prints

Woo Jihyeok - blinds

Han Wangguk - small prints

Yeo Rumi - lace, tulle, sheer

Hwang Mangi - maybe like a seashell curtain or bead curtain (i'm so scared of you, you're so fancy and accommodating)

Gaeul - cartoon/anime print

Baek Seongjoon - just white

Lee Jinho - you use a tarp lmao, no curtain, your window type doesn't need one

Kim Munseong - solid dark color

Choi Bomi - solid light color

Character who will have a huge wholesome crush on you..

(The last thing you read that is not a manga/manhwa/comic, or a tumblr post)

Yoo Hobin - bills, receipt, flyers, nice.. you scored some discount coupons, grocery receipt.. you know, it do be that way sometimes

Seong Taehoon - NPC dialouge, in-game chat box, discord chat

Ji Yeonwoo - textbook, assigned reading for a class, maybe the dictionary.. you need a nap

Lee Dowoon - work schedule, class schedule, to do list, emails, texts, alarm notifications/reminders, push notification.. yeah, take it easy man

Han Gyeoul - twitter thread, youtube comment section, r/

Woo Jihyeok - product manual, product description, product label, reviews, 2 star, 5 star, don't buy this, i was scammed, recommended, critical reviews

Han Wangguk - song lyrics

Yeo Rumi - restaurant/cafe menu

Hwang Mangi - street sign.. a sign, any sign, give me a sign hit me baby one more time

Gaeul - anime/movie/etc subtitle

Baek Seongjoon - some kind of legal document, terms and conditions, a contract

Lee Jinho - a novel, just a book, a magazine

Kim Munseong - poetry

Choi Bomi - malware alert, other

Your archenemy..

(Last letter of the title of the last song you listened to)

Yoo Hobin - Y

Seong Taehoon - U, T

Ji Yeonwoo - G, Z

Lee Dowoon - J, N

Han Gyeoul - A, K

Woo Jihyeok - X, R

Han Wangguk - H, P

Yeo Rumi - O, I

Hwang Mangi - V, S

Gaeul - D, L

Baek Seongjoon - F, C

Lee Jinho - W, B

Kim Munseong - M, E

Choi Bomi - Q

Character you'll end up with..

(The month of your birthday + the date of your birthday = the number of seconds you need to count before taking a screenshot of this gif)

#viral hit #how to fight

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staysuki · 3 years ago

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[lost hooks] happy death day

contains spoilers for HDD smau

with how mEtiCuLoUsLy i made HDD, there wasn't much lost hooks but it's still fun either way!

(curiosity killed the cat) - the first draft of HDD, obviously things would've been so so different and the series would've been comedy-focused rather than angst-focused but i think felix's story fits this tone better

was preparing a soojin x jungsu and a momo x dowoon plotline but got too lazy and they didn't matter much anyway

was supposed to make a gaon x nana x jungsu love triangle but again, i got too lazy and didn't even bother making more scenes for the gaon x nana thing anyway

i actually considered killing off a character!! (gaon)

when y/n moves back to the city, there was supposed to be another arc/plotline where she navigates through her high society life again and felix comes to her rescue but i ended up scrapping this because it feels redundant

a longer jealousy arc for lucy and felix and y/n— again, scrapped it because i'm bad at writing that

considered making minho as buzzkiller but decided that it's inconsistent for his character (he isn't the type to incite direct chaos)

wasn't going to make chan a bad guy but i got tired of goodguy!chan characters

didn't want to give minho red flags in the beginning either but for some reason, i like tainting likeable nice guy characters

#hdd talks #lost hooks #behindfics

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whereisten · 4 years ago

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Porcelain

A Yangyang fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: After a falling out with your friends, you wander into a forest and find a mysterious mansion with an even more mysterious inhabitant, Yangyang.

Pairing: rich boy!Yangyang x female reader

Genre: romance, fluff, fantasy, mystery, suspense, drama

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Violence

(A/N): hey y’all! So the timing for posting this story worked out so well because it’s Yangyang’s birthday (in America!) :D Anyway, this is our second story for our Halloween Series for NCT 2020 and we hope you enjoy! I’m so excited to be writing for one of my biases. I know my writing needs a lot of work but I hope you guys enjoy it. Yangyang is precious. Stan Yangyang, y’all. Shoutout to Krys for inspiring me everyday and for proofreading my story! You are my rock!

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It was October 10, the day in which your small town came together for a big bonfire to celebrate the fall season. Your town of Celestial was known for celebrating something every week but the atmosphere was always special at this time of the year. Classes ended for the week and your friends were excited to go to a party in the woods.

Unfortunately for you, you were abandoned off the side of the road after having a falling out with your friends Dowoon and Sana for blowing off the mayor’s son’s party. You’d recently been rebuffed by him in the senior hallway. Your rejection was followed by your classmates mocking you all day long. You wouldn’t be caught dead at Peter’s party. And you were especially in no mood to put up with your friends’ preference for a good party over their recently spurned friend’s feelings.

You said screw them but they would probably end up screwing each other anyway. They were platonic but their drunken hookups always said otherwise. So sometimes you felt like a third wheel. Which was also why you didn’t want to go. You wanted a new experience this spooky season. And you were probably getting one now that you were 2 miles outside of town. Damn your pride. Dowoon and Sana insisted you get back in the car but the driver, the school quarterback, quickly drove them off. What a sense of community, you thought.

It was freezing in Celestial at this time of year so you were layered up, saving your pair of ruby red mittens for last. The overcast sky appeared to promise snowfall. If not for tonight, the snow would surely fall tomorrow

You knew this area well enough to walk back into town but as you took a few steps forward, you noticed smoke in the distance. Like it was coming from a chimney.

That was odd, you thought. Who lived on this side of town?

As you walked in the direction of the smoke, you moved past the dense evergreen trees and before you knew it, you stumbled upon a mansion out of an old-time movie. Dating back to at most the 1800s. The mansion was a Renaissance chateau, big and domineering. Something that could’ve made Celestial a tourist destination like Asheville had with the Biltmore Estate.

How was it possible that anyone could live here, you thought. Surely, this would be the talk of the town if anyone knew. And if it was off-limits, it would’ve certainly kept the town on their toes.

The mansion was quiet and there was no trace of movement or inhabitants. Then again, it was large so you could be incorrect. The chateau’s main entrance was big and made of the most pristine marble. The only thing missing was a moat. There were several fountains in the entrance. The water froze due to the colder weather. You didn’t understand how you could keep moving forward. You didn’t know this place. You didn’t know who could be inside. But you found yourself taking steps up to the massive double doors. Your hand moved to the doorknob and turned it over. The door creaked open and without a second thought, you walked in.

The door slammed shut behind you but you weren’t afraid. In fact, you were mesmerized by the atmosphere of the mansion. From the outside the mansion looked preserved like a fine piece of art in a high-surveillance museum: cold and unwelcoming and way out of your price range. But on the inside, it felt...warm and bright. It felt like home. It smelled of cinnamon and freshly baked bread.

You walked through the entryway and found everything illuminated by candle light. There was no indication of light from the outside. It was almost as if the real goings-on were hidden from the outside world.

There were shoes at the entrance. You took your boots off to not track dirt into the residence. Winter coats were hung up on the coat rack. You hang your coat up as well. There was a half-full cup of tea that was beside the sofa of the sitting room. You admired the interior: the expansive first floor library, the dining room table that sat seven, the pristine kitchen area, the music room...

As you stood in the doorway of the music room, you heard the sounds of a violin playing a somber but sweet melody. Rather than grow alarmed, you longed to find the source, thinking that whatever it was could only bring you joy.

The music room was massive, with a skylight in the shape of a spade on the ceiling. The sunset colors of the sky never looked more stunning than they did at that moment. A grand piano lay at the center. You longed to touch it but something inside you warned you against it. Instruments of all kinds were splayed across the area. But there was no violin in sight.

When you turned around to continue exploring the mansion, that was when you found the source of the music.

A boy about your age stood before you with his violin rested against his collarbone. He continued to play as he smiled knowingly at you. He had straight brown hair that nearly fell into his warm brown eyes. He donned a black tuxedo that was more regal than modern. His eyes crinkled as he watched you, delighted to meet such a beautiful stranger.

You nearly jumped at his presence. “Who…are you?”

Quirking an eyebrow, he replied as he continued playing, “I should be asking you that. You’ve broken into our home.”

“Our?” You asked.

He shook his head. “What brings you here, miss?”

You knew you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to but you couldn’t help it. This place called out to you and you’d hoped you could stay longer. But it looked like your time was up. You lamely said, “I…need to borrow your phone.”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to. What’s this ‘phone’ you speak of?” His refined voice was not like that of the locals. He sounded well-traveled, worldly. But definitely from a long time ago.

The more you spoke to this young man, the more you realized that he didn’t sound like he lived in the same century as you.

You frowned. “You don’t know what a phone is? Come on, you’re kidding, aren’t you?”

He halted from playing and gave you a look. “Tell me. What is a phone?”

“…It’s a device that lets you speak to someone who isn’t with you…” You attempted an explanation that was as eloquent as possible, thinking that if you spoke in a more refined tone, he would get what you were saying. Where on earth could this boy have been from to not know what a phone is? He really sounded like someone from a century past.

“Like a medium?” He asked as he set his violin down in its case. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked slowly back to you. Your breathing stalled as his face was mere inches from yours. He was indeed very handsome. His high cheekbones. His glorious tan skin. A pearly white set of teeth. His legs were dangerously long as he faced you.

Your face warmed up and you hoped he couldn’t tell. You backed away as you locked your eyes on the piano instead. “No…It’s like if I were two miles away from here and you needed to get a hold of me, you could use a phone to contact me on another phone. It’s an electronic device.”

He nodded. “Oh, I’ve heard of those…My family and I could not acquire them, unfortunately.” His expression became sad, longing.

Hearing his defeated voice, you turned to him. “Oh, I’m sorry. Why is that?”

He looked at you, defeated. “I’d rather not say, miss…”

“Y/n,” you answered.

“Y/n,” he replied, liking the sound of your name.

“It’s okay,” you replied, “I should probably go…I’ve overstayed my welcome, sir….Your name?”

“Yangyang,” he answered, anticipating the sound of his name off of your lips.

“Yangyang…Would it be possible to get a ride back into town? I can pay you for your trouble.”

He smiled apologetically. “My sincerest apologies but I’ve no means to take you.”

“Oh…” It was all you could say.

You felt a small pang of worry at the pit of your stomach, especially now that night had fallen. Perhaps, you could make your way back into town if Yangyang offered you a torch. He would have that much, at the very least.

“It’s dangerous to go out on your own at this time of night, y/n…” He said, quietly. It was a little eerie that he read your mind at that moment.

“I know. I’m such a fool…I couldn’t borrow my father’s phone for the night so I have no way of calling anyone…I…just couldn’t help myself when I walked in here…” You said as you looked around the music room. “It was like…”

“Something pulled you in,” he finished.

“Yes, exactly.”

Yangyang began, “I know it’s out of turn for me to say this but I can offer you a room to stay in for the night…Then, you can make your way back into town in the morning.”

You were beyond lucky your parents weren’t home for the weekend. Otherwise, they’d be worried sick. But even so…How could you say yes to a total stranger? Even if you were only a few miles out of town, you didn’t know Yangyang. You didn’t know what his intentions could be.

Another part of you told you to trust him. Because what would you do in the woods at night? You couldn’t account for the wolves or the other creatures of the night. You didn’t know who else could linger in the woods.

As far as you could tell, Yangyang was an odd but attractive guy. And if he was offering a separate space for you to sleep in, then you should take it.

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There was a snowstorm in a matter of minutes when Yangyang escorted you upstairs. How odd for it to be snowing in early October, you thought. You rejoiced over how your jerk of a crush's party was a bust. You wondered if Sana and Dowoon made it home safely. You wondered if they worried about you now. After they left you in the middle of the road.

Maybe you should stop being friends with them. You felt like you were more disappointed in them with each passing week. You wondered when they would do something for you. It always seemed to fall on you to pick them up from parties and cover for them when their parents called your house when they went to a 21+ club. You just wanted a simple night in to watch a movie and share ghost stories. Maybe they didn’t want to do those things anymore.

You wouldn’t say they grew up but maybe...the three of you just grew apart.

You pushed thoughts of them to the back of your mind as Yangyang stood in front of an ornate door, decorated with flower engravings, painted in several colors. The initials at the bottom were “W.T.”.

Yangyang pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door for you. He handed the set of golden keys to you. “These are yours for the duration of your stay. You can trust no one will come in...Unless it be your wish, y/n.”

He dropped the keys into your hands. “Thank you,” you whispered.

Yangyang smiled. “You are welcome. Supper will be ready in an hour. I’ll come for you when it is time.”

You couldn’t look at him for too long without your eyes burning. He was too radiant. Too beautiful. Almost otherworldly. You looked down at your socks as you entered the room. You shut it gently behind you.

You locked the door from the inside, trusting that Yangyang gave you the only set. You took a sigh of relief as you took in the bedroom.

This had to be a mistake, you thought.

This had to be the master room. It felt like you were in a 19th century penthouse suite, if such a thing had existed. Your room for the night started with a fireplace and a sitting area. When you walked past it, you entered the study area that was bigger than the first floor of your house. You had a massive walk-in closet filled with gowns and shoes of every color. You even had a room full of fine jewelry on display, including tiaras studded with diamonds. Your mouth remained open as you walked through the “bedroom”.

You shouldn’t have access to any of these things. For they must have belonged to someone. Why would Yangyang let you sleep in here?

Lastly, as your heart couldn’t take anymore, the bedroom was plush and luxurious. The carpet embraced the soles of your feet. After resisting the urge to touch everything else in the bedroom, you allowed yourself to sit on the king-sized bed.

Sleeping in this bed would’ve compensated for all of the all-nighters you’ve pulled in your life. It was a shame you wouldn’t be able to sleep that night, though.

You were many things. Naive, innocent, studious, and quite impulsive at times. But you weren’t about to fall asleep in a stranger’s home.

Half an hour passed as you washed up and warmed up by the fireplace.

Yangyang knocked at your door. You thought it odd that he would be escorting you down himself. Shouldn’t he have servants, living in a place like this?

You opened the door and Yangyang stared at you in shock.

“What?” You frowned. You looked exactly the same as you did when you first met him, he realized.

“Were none of the gowns to your liking?” Yangyang asked, genuinely confused.

You did a double take. “What? Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly...Those aren’t mine. I don’t want to take advantage of your hospitality. No more than I already have.”

Yangyang was stunned at your decision. He thought you would have tried on all of the dresses in the past half hour and don the diamond tiara with golden accents...But no...The suite he’d given you was relatively untouched. You were certainly a woman of your word. You would’ve looked stunning in the red sleeveless dress, he thought. He snapped out of it and said, “No matter. You had the option...That’s why I gave you this room. Everything within these mansion walls is at your disposal.”

You laughed. “You’ve done more than enough for me so don’t worry. Now...can we go eat? I really can’t turn down a meal.” You hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

Yangyang laughed at your candor. “Of course.”

As you walked down the grand wooden staircase, you could hear more people in the house. You heard chairs being pulled, laughter, clinking of glasses, and the piano being played.

You turned to Yangyang. “Who...”

Yangyang replied, “My brothers will be joining us for supper.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised. When you entered, you were shocked enough that Yangyang was there. Who knew more people resided here? Up until now, it was so quiet that you could probably hear a pin drop.

That, and Yangyang’s violin. Which you longed to hear again.

You felt quite underdressed upon meeting Yangyang’s brothers in the dining room, which boasted a lot of paintings and miniature statues to the men who stood before you. There was another grand piano in the dining area, where one of Yangyang’s brothers sat and played a lively piece. Three of the brothers were laughing about an anecdote that the tallest of the group told. The final two men sat as...to your surprise, servants finished setting the dining table, lighting the flames of the candles in the center. The servants’ dresses had turned up collars with plain neckties. Yangyang’s brothers all donned suits of dark reds, blues, and grays. They looked like members of a royal family.

At the sight of you, the music stopped and all of the men started moving towards you and Yangyang.

“Yangyang, an introduction is in order,” the pianist asked as he got up from his seat.

“Brothers, this is y/n. She is staying with us before she returns to town in the morning,” Yangyang said, the humor in his voice when he spoke with you vanished. He moved closer to you, you noticed.

The pianist asked for your hand and kissed it. “Enchanted to meet you, y/n. I am Wei Kun, the oldest of the Wei children.”

You coughed, a little shocked at how forward Kun was. It was a culture shock to you. Most boys thought they were too damn special to ever make eye contact with you.

You shook hands with the other brothers. They were all very happy to see you. But you couldn’t quite place what kind of joy it was so you remained on your toes.

“Please, sit,” Winwin said as he led you to the seat right next to the head of the table. Kun sat down at the head of the table and smiled at you. The rest of the brothers joined you.

The servants began to bring out the drinks and the first course. Ten was about to sit next to you when Yangyang immediately claimed the seat.

“Calm down, brother,” Ten said, “It won’t do you harm to let her sit beside someone other than you.”

Yangyang remained in his seat. “She is my guest.”

Ten chuckled as he sat across from you. “So y/n, what brings you to this neck of the woods?”

A servant poured a glass of water for you. “Thank you,” you replied and tried to meet her eyes.

The servant quickly turned away and headed to the kitchen, you assumed. That was odd.

“Well,” you continued, “My friends and I were going to a party in the woods. We got into a fight and I got out of the car that was on the road not too far from here…”

“A car?” Xiaojun frowned, his bold eyebrows furrowed. He took a bite of his salad.

So these men didn’t know phones or cars... “Oh...Well, they’re these machines that can transport people from place to place…”

“Like a carriage?” Yangyang offered.

“Ah.” The rest of the boys said in realization.

You nodded as you drank your water, “Yes, but it runs on gasoline.”

The boys were amazed at your tales about modern technology. You went into as much detail as you could about phones and cars. The boys were an odd bunch. It was almost as if they never left this house.

Although it seemed like that, they told you tales of their travels to Asia, South America, and Europe. They told you about their cultural expeditions and their visits to the natural wonders of the world. Ten, the painter of the family, motioned to the paintings you’d seen earlier. They were paintings of places like Machu Picchu, the Colosseum, and the Parthenon. They were paintings of the places they visited. They were so vivid and lifelike. Ten was an incredible painter. Talent ran in the family, that was a sure thing. You were as much in awe of their tales. You were thankful the spotlight wasn’t on you like you’d expected, being the sole stranger of this household.

You enjoyed the salad, the tomato soup, the roasted duck, and the dessert, which happened to be your favorite: strawberry shortcake.

“Would you care for another slice?” Yangyang asked in a whisper as the other boys talked. He noticed your face come alive at the first bite of the cake.

You nearly choked on the last bite of your slice. You must have looked gluttonous to him. You should’ve eaten slower, you thought. You must have not been very ladylike at that moment. You shook your head. “That’s alright. Thank you. Everything was delicious.”

Yangyang looked at you once again in confusion. You clearly wanted another slice so why weren’t you asking for it, he asked himself. “Very well…” He murmured.

Lucas got up from the table. “Well, Yangyang, the boys and I will retire early...Although we wish you would let us be in y/n’s company…”

Yangyang quickly replied, “Good evening, brothers.”

They all pouted but wished you a good evening.

You laughed. “Your brothers are a lot of fun.”

Yangyang scoffed. “That’s one word for them. The minute they caught wind that I had a visitor, they insisted on joining us for dinner. I am so sorry, y/n. You must have been overwhelmed.”

You shook your head. “It’s nice to know that it isn’t just you in this house.”

Yangyang was stunned at your words. You were so...kind. Thinking of others, always. Thinking of him, basically a total stranger. You were as kind as you were trusting. It made his heart ache.

He pulled your seat back for you. He offered his arm. “Are you tired?”

Exhausted, actually. But once again, you were in a stranger’s house. And now that you knew he wasn’t alone, you wanted to be more on guard.

“Nope...I am wide awake.” You smiled as you took his arm. He was warm to the touch. The electricity ran between both of you.

Yangyang laughed. “What would you like to do, y/n?”

“I’d like to hear you play,” you said.

He was shocked at your honesty. He liked when you expressed yourself honestly most of all.

It was the truth, you thought. Frankly, it was part of your ruse to stay up as late as possible but if Yangyang could keep you entertained, it would certainly help a lot.

And truly, you could listen to his violin for hours.

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Back in the music room, you sat on the couch, serving as Yangyang’s audience. He loosened his tie and took off his jacket, setting it aside on a chair. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

He warmed up his hands and fingers for a few minutes before he tuned the strings of his violin. His fingers were so elegant and slender. The veins of his arms protruded as he flexed his hands. He looked so focused and determined and just unbelievably beautiful. The violin was an extension of his heavenly hands. This was the most attractive he’d ever been. You bit your lip.

You told yourself to calm down, for he was a complete stranger.

Sure, up until this point, he gave you the bedroom of your dreams. A dinner that nearly brought you to tears from the flavor and comfort it gave you. And he was playing his beloved instrument for you...But you couldn’t get attached so quickly.

He couldn’t meet your gaze because the look in your eyes made him feel something he wasn’t prepared to acknowledge. Time had slipped quickly and his heart was deceiving him when it shouldn’t have.

“So...what will you be playing first?” You asked. How many songs could you get out of him before you both retired to your rooms?

Yangyang grinned excitedly. “An original I’ve been working on...I finished composing it today.”

“Really? Today?” You asked.

He gave you the knowing smile he had the moment you met him. “You helped me finish it.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m ready when you are.” You smiled, about to kick your legs up like an overly excited schoolgirl.

“The piece is called ‘Found’,” Yangyang said as he positioned his bow against the strings and began.

Yangyang was truly an otherworldly being, especially under the skylight. The snowstorm was long gone and only the moonlight shone down on him. His skin illuminated like porcelain. His sculpted face tilted as he immersed himself in his song.

You realized the song was the piece he played when you entered the music room the first time. The song was somber at first. The notes were low and left you feeling down. Yangyang’s face was so melancholic at the start of the song. However, as he continued, the notes became lighter and freer, picking up towards the end, signifying hope. Your heart swayed with each three-note chord he played.

You weren’t entirely sure of the story behind the song but meeting you must not have been a low point of his day.

You clapped for Yangyang. “I loved it! It’s...too beautiful to be called merely beautiful...You are so talented.”

Yangyang’s cheeks were now a rosy pink. He bowed for you. “Thank you.”

You laughed giddily. You wished you could’ve recorded this performance, you longed to keep it with you for the rest of your life.

Yangyang continued playing his original pieces. He was truly gifted in his craft. His compositions were nothing to sneeze at. He should be a world-famous musician with all of the work he’d done.

As he played, he would meet your eyes and give you a little smile. You could watch him for hours. He could play for you for hours.

You two were in this perfect little bubble, then. Reality didn’t take effect. It was divine.

Yangyang’s hands grew tired and after his last song, he sat beside you.

“You look sleepy, y/n,” he noted, “Did my performance actually bore you?” He mocked taking offense.

You fought a yawn but couldn’t let it escape you so turned away from him. You lifted a finger and told him to wait.

You let out a yawn, trying not to be noisy. Yes, you were tired. A long day at school, a falling out with your friends, and an evening at the Wei Mansion did its number on you.

You faced Yangyang again. “I’m wide awake.”

Yangyang lifted an eyebrow in skepticism. “Perhaps you would like something to drink?”

You nodded. “Something warm...Would hot cocoa be possible?”

“Absolutely. It’s a staple at this household this time of year,” he said.

He offered his hand to you and you took it. Both of you were taken aback by how immediate you were to hold hands but neither of you let go as Yangyang led you into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, he tended to you. The servants were nowhere in sight. The mansion felt like it had when you first came in: empty.

It felt like you two were the only people in this house, a world in itself.

He poured you a cup of cocoa he made and you were in love. The cocoa tasted amazing. You drank it slowly, savoring every sip.

You shivered a little from the cold that creeped into the mansion. Yangyang left for a moment and returned with a blanket. He wrapped it around you.

It was plush and made of the softest material you could ever imagine. If you snuggled too much against it, you would fall asleep right then and there.

But your energy started picking up again...It must have been the cocoa.

“We can go into the library...I’ll start up the fire.” Yangyang offered as he drank his cup of cocoa.

It seemed Yangyang was eager to stay awake with you, you thought.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked.

He looked up from his cup. “What?”

“You don’t have to force yourself to stay up with me. I’m the one who can’t sleep.”

Yangyang knew you were keeping yourself awake on purpose. He knew you didn’t completely trust him or this house. Slowly, however, you opened yourself up to him and he was quite fond of you. He wanted to be by your side for the night. He didn’t know why exactly but he just did.

He met your gaze. “I hope it is not too forward of me to say this...But I want to remain at your side.”

You looked down, flattered at his words. Then, you mustered your courage and met his unwavering stare. “Okay.”

The truth was, you felt safer with Yangyang. And you couldn’t lie to yourself: you liked him. He was kind, attentive, charming, and a wonderful musician. The moment you met him made you forget all of your troubles...if only for a moment.

You two walked into the dome-shaped library. It was bigger than any commercial bookstore. You wondered how old the family’s collection was.

Yangyang started the fire at the fireplace by the reading couches. He motioned for you to take a seat.

You sat down and nearly sank into the couch. It was so comfortable. You were living in the lap of luxury.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Yangyang asked.

You laughed. “Yeah...why?”

“Your eyes rolled to the back of your head,” he said, smiling confusedly.

You laughed again. “It’s because this couch is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever sat on.”

Yangyang smiled and shook his head. “The simplest things please you.”

“Nothing about this house is simple,” you said.

He shook his head, smiling at you and picked up a book off of the shelf. He scanned the title and the summary. “What do you like to read, y/n?”

You answered, “Horror.”

Yangyang’s eyes widened. “Really?”

You nodded. “Yes. I like the suspense and the kinds of creatures the writers come up with.”

Yangyang was wrong to assume you were a romance kind of girl. He’d hoped to woo you with some Shakespeare. He took it in stride and put the book he had back on the shelf. He took a rolling step ladder and positioned it farther away from you. He got up on the steps and picked up another book off the shelf.

“It’s called ‘The Mysterious Mansion’,” he said, biting back a laugh.

“How fitting,” you said, laughing.

You and Yangyang shared a couch as you took turns reading to each other. The story was dark and twisted but got your heart racing.

Well, maybe Yangyang’s being so close to you may have had something to do with it.

The hours pass and you finish off the last page. Yangyang leaned against the other end of the couch and simply watched you. He loved the sound of your voice and the way it cracked.

He gave you a glass of water to relax your voice. He loved how your eyes scanned word for word. The crease between your eyes as you interpreted the author’s words. But you kept on reading aloud. He’d read “The Mysterious Mansion’ several times but this time was his favorite reread.

You could hear Yangyang talk forever when you heard him read the passages. His voice was soothing and full of wonder. The grin on his face right before he read a twist to the story. The crinkle of his nose when he laughed at your reactions. He’d become a friend.

A friend you wanted to kiss.

This was the most fun you’d ever had. This cold October night with this enchanting young man. You kinda wished it would never end but you were still resolved to...Stay...awake…

Your eyes grew heavy and you curled yourself against the couch. You pulled the blanket tighter around you.

Yangyang realized you were drifting. He quickly moved over to you and shook you awake.

You two had stayed up all night and it was nearing daybreak. And he had to move fast.

“Y/n!” He yelled to wake you up.

You grumbled. “What?”

“Please wake up. You need to leave right now,” Yangyang demanded.

You rubbed your eyes and snapped out of it. How the hell did you almost fall asleep, you fool, you thought to yourself. The alarm in Yangyang’s voice also was a cause for concern. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

He shook his head rampantly. “There’s no time to explain. Do you have everything?”

You nodded. “I have to get my coat and boots at the entrance.”

Yangyang grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the entrance. You put your coat and boots on. Yangyang did the same and he nearly dragged you out the door. You quickly moved down the staircase and set foot on the dewy grass. Yangyang kept his foot on the last step of the staircase.

The sky overhead was mostly black but shades of oranges, pinks, and red were breathing through. Dawn was imminent.

That was when you realized you had no mittens. You’d left them in the bedroom.

Yangyang noticed your bare hands. He pulled off his royal blue mittens and slipped them onto your hands.

“You don’t have to-“ You started.

“I want you to have them. A fair trade. Yours for mine?” He smiled.

He squeezed your hands before he let them go.

“Thank you...for tonight, Yangyang,” you said. Even though it was through the weather and the night that you had no other choice, you had a magical night with a boy who was so wonderful, he must’ve been out of a classic novel. He’d treated you like a friend and listened to you: about what you wanted to do and what you liked. You’d wished you could’ve gotten to know him more but you appreciated that he listened to you attentively.

You were sad the night had ended but you’d succeeded in staying up nearly the whole night at least. You were meant to leave now. You’d overstayed your welcome and you needed to get home. That was the most important thing.

Yangyang moved closer to you and moved some hair away from your face. He touched your cheek with the back of his hand. Once again, you both did something with no thought.

You got up on the staircase and kissed him. He pulled you in to deepen the kiss. He picked you up off the ground as he continuously took your breath away.

But as quickly as this piece of utter bliss started, it quickly ended.

He let you go and set you down on the grass. “Goodbye, y/n.”

“Goodbye, Yangyang.” As you walked into the forest, you turned back once more and watched as Yangyang stood there, his face unreadable.

You waved at him and his expression softened as he waved back.

You laughed as you turned back now and kept on moving. The path to the main road took a little longer than expected because it was still dark. However, the sun rose before you knew it and you were able to see the main road again.

And you were shocked to find several people on the main road. Cop cars were parked off the side of the road. A news reporter for Channel 23 News could be heard saying.

“It is Day 8 into the search for y/n y/l/n. She was last seen on this road, Road 116 by her friends and has not returned home. If you have seen y/n or have any information that can help our police force find her, please call the number on the screen: 1-800-RES-CUES. Again, that’s 1-800-RES-CUES.”

Dowoon and Sana were being interviewed by another news station.

Dowoon was on the brink of tears, his eyes stained red. “This is all our fault.”

Choking on her tear, Sana continued, “We shouldn’t have left her on the road...We thought she went home...We were so stupid…”

What the hell was going on?

You walked into the road and several people turn to you in shock. They gasped and screamed your name.

Your parents broke out of the crowd of people that has accumulated. “Y/n!” They both yell.

They run up to you and wrap their arms around you, weeping hysterically.

Your mom yelled, “Y/n, where have you been? My baby!”

Your dad held your face in his hands, “What happened to you? Are you alright?”

You were shocked at their reaction. “What are you guys doing here? I thought you guys were in New York until tomorrow.”

Your parents, not letting you go, gave each other a meaningful look.

Your mom’s eyebrows furrowed. “Tomorrow? Y/n, we came back a week ago.”

You laughed in disbelief. “No, you guys left Friday morning, yesterday morning.”

Your dad shook his head. “Y/n, you’ve been missing for a week now.”

You laughed again. “No...You guys are messing with me.”

But then you looked around at all of the worried looks on the people’s faces. The police officers came right over. You even saw Dowoon and Sana sobbing not too far from Sana’s car.

“You guys...I stayed in a mansion not too far from here for the night because of the snow…”

“What mansion? What snow?” Your parents asked in unison.

You darted your eyes to everyone else and whispered to them. “Come with me.”

“Y/n, we need to get you home…” Your mom pleaded.

You shook your head. “I need to show you where I was and that I wasn’t in danger.”

“Y/n, we should tell the police-” Your father offered.

“No!” You snapped. “Please trust me. He didn’t do anything to me. He’s my friend.”

At the mention of “he”, your parents were up in arms and motioned for the police to come over.

“We will go with you, y/n…” Your mom said.

She meant that they’ll go with you if you have a police escort.

You shook your head and led the party to the mansion. You couldn’t believe this. Missing for seven days? That was impossible. You’d only been gone for the night. How could anyone have known you’d been gone? Your parents were away.

Once you got out of the forest to the Wei mansion, you saw that there was no mansion. Only an abandoned cabin.

What?

“Is this where you were detained, y/n?” Police Officer A asked.

“I was not detained. This isn’t the mansion I-”

“A mansion?” Everyone looked at you skeptically.

You entered the cabin, knowing that everything you believed in was slipping through your fingers. Tears quickly ran down your cheeks. The cabin was shabby, the furniture inside covered in dust. It had been unlived in for quite some time.

“Y/n!” Your parents yelled.

The police rushed in after you and Police Officer B held you back. “Let me go!” You demanded.

“It’s dangerous.”

The police officers searched the entire cabin three times over and came up with nothing. “There is no trace of anyone having been here for years,” Police Officer A said.

Well, of course not, this wasn’t the mansion that you stayed at.

Clearly, the more time passed, the more concerned everyone looked. It was possible you heard the words “rehab” and “therapy” and “mental break” thrown around.

You had to calm down. You knew you weren’t crazy. You knew it because you wore Yangyang’s gloves.

Yangyang.

Where is he? Where were his brothers? Where was the Wei mansion?

Police Officer B released you and you browsed the area. Your parents trailed behind you. You entered one of the bedrooms, encased in dust. You sneezed and found a chest with a lock on it. The chest was engraved with the letter “W” at the center.

You recognized the engraving. It was the same handwriting from the bedroom door in the Wei Mansion. Your bedroom door...The keys.

You remembered you still had them in your pocket. It was a long shot but you pulled them out. You placed the key inside of the lock and opened the chest.

You found seven porcelain dolls. The dolls were more sophisticated than any doll sold at the local stores. They were almost lifelike. The way their eyes and lips were drawn. Each doll bared a striking resemblance to the Wei brothers. You could see them all: Kun, Ten, Winwin, Lucas, Xiaojun, Hendery, and…

Yangyang.

The last doll was definitely Yangyang. The doll held a toy violin and wore…

Your ruby red mittens.

Fin.

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Epilogue.

Yangyang sat in the music room alone, holding on tightly to your red mittens.

Hendery charged into the room. His brothers trailed behind. “You fool! Why did you let her go?”

Yangyang shrugged. “I’ve had it.”

“What are you talking about?” Xiaojun demanded. “You were smitten with her. She was clearly enamored with you.”

Kun laughed. “It’s because he’s in love with her.”

All of the boys looked at their oldest brother, confused. Yangyang avoided their stares.

“You changed your mind,” Kun murmured.

Yangyang sighed, “She was not like-”

Winwin rolled his eyes. “Please do not give us the story of ‘she was not like other girls’. She seduced you and you let her go. You fell for her game. She outsmarted you.”

Yangyang snapped. “Do not test me, brother.”

Ten interjected. “Okay, okay, everyone needs to calm down...We are just curious...Why? She could have stayed here with us forever...With you forever.”

Yangyang didn’t want to speak to them. Every moment that passed, he missed you more. “She did not wear the jewels or the dresses...She left everything untouched. She did not come to us because she sought material possessions. She wanted a friend…”

Lucas laughed. “How pathetic.”

Yangyang groaned. “You lot would not understand…”

“Do not act like you are better than us, little brother,” Kun began condescendingly.

“I am not-”

“You think you’re better than us because you let a prisoner go this time, do you not? Well, let me bring you back to reality. Our spirits are confined into those tacky porcelain dolls...So what do we do to ease ourselves? We bring people into this realm to reside with us. Materialistic, selfish, and vain people. Y/n is no different from the rest of them.”

“Shut up,” Yangyang muttered.

The rest of the boys were stunned to silence but Kun heard him clearly. “Repeat that, Yangyang. You know the consequences.”

Yangyang got up and shoved your mittens in his pockets. “Shut up, Kun.”

Kun smiled and laughed. The other boys faked laughter so as not to upset Kun even more. His smile quickly faded as he punched Yangyang to the ground.

Kun gave Yangyang a harsh beating and the rest of the brothers watched. No one dared to step in and upset Kun even further. Yangyang couldn’t blame his brothers. Besides, he wanted this. He wanted to feel a pain other than the pain of missing you.

He may have been damned for the rest of eternity but he was thankful to have met you. You proved to him that not everyone could be consumed by the deadly sins, as he and his brothers had. You were an angel that gave you a moment of compassion, of affection. And for that he would always be thankful.

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DAD Day6 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yoon Dowoon

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He loved filling you with affection and attention more than anything else, the last thing he wanted to do was focus too much on your bump. Dowoon would always make sure to look at you or kiss you when he was around your bump too.

B ⇴ BUMP

Dowoon loved messing around with your bump, often deciding that it would be a good idea to use it as a drumkit. He loved to tap against your bump whenever he was laying beside it, usually prompting a good kick or two out of your baby too, letting the two of you know they could feel Dowoon and were enjoying what he was doing.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

When you had a particularly random craving you could always feel a slightly judgemental eye watching over you. Whilst Dowoon would never make you feel bad for craving something specific; he couldn’t help but often wonder what was going on in your head when you were eating foods that he knew that you usually hated.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

Both of you had made a pact from almost the start of your pregnancy that you would talk about your due date as little as possible. Neither of you wanted to feel too much pressure with your due date constantly nearing a little bit closer, things would be organised at a pace that the two of you felt comfortable with more than anything else. If anyone did mention your due date, it would always be as quick a conversation as possible.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

He was very attentive to you, being able to pick up on your feelings and needs a lot by the look in your eyes. He prided himself on knowing you well at the best of times, but he put his heart and soul into taking are of you whilst you were pregnant so that you had as little to worry about as possible allowing you to stay focused on growing your little human rather than having to worry about the little things that you usually did.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Your families both knew from almost the very start of your relationship that it was only going to be a matter of time before you announced that you were starting a family, they very much knew that it was meant to be. All of them could tell that the two of you were forever, they were just anticipating. When it eventually came, they couldn’t have been happier for the two of you, even if they saw it coming right from the very start.

G ⇴ GENDER

There was no way that Dowoon was ever going to wait to find out whether he was having a boy or a girl, it was about the only thing that he put down on when it came to your pregnancy, whether you wanted to find out or not, Dowoon just didn’t have him in it to wait for months when the chance presented itself.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

The drummer in Dowoon couldn’t resist drumming along to the beat of your baby’s heart whenever he heard it. The beat would usually end up being something that would stick with him all the way to the studio, recording it as soon as he got in as something that he might end up using in a future song someday with the group.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

When you were going through a particularly tough time, whether it was insecurities, lack or sleep, or just worrying, Dowoon would always remind you that he loved you the most. He’d do whatever he could to try and boost your mood, but nothing made you smile more than knowing that he was always there for you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Being the youngest, he was certainly the victim of a few teasing jokes from the other members who couldn’t quite believe that he was about to become a dad. Dowoon, as ever, took it all in his stride, he knew that the others were only messing with him, he’d been through their jokes for long enough to know how to smile through it, and that they really joked because they wanted you both to know just how much they cared.

K ⇴ KICKS

If he was made to wait a particularly long time for a kick, Dowoon wouldn’t be afraid to drum against your bump in order to disturb your baby enough to encourage them to kick back. He refused to accept that sometimes your baby could be still, Dowoon loved to feel them wriggling about as often as he possibly could.

L ⇴ LABOUR

To begin with Dowoon was a little flustered as the reality set in that you were in labour, but once he’d zoned in and realised what was going in, you were his only concern. He was there for you from the very start until the very end, not once leaving your side. He talked to you constantly in the hope that it would distract you from the pain, that was after a polite request from the midwives to stop him singing first.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

There would always be a haze of confusion over Dowoon when he first woke up most mornings, but once he was in the room, instinct would carry him into the bathroom to be there for you, regardless of how many times you tried to push him away because he didn’t deserve to see you as such a mess first thing in the morning.

N ⇴ NURSERY

The eager side of Dowoon couldn’t help but throw himself into putting your nursery together, whilst it came with a few mistakes, eventually things turned out perfectly, and he was most definitely smug and proud of himself too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Dowoon was obsessed with your smile, he loved seeing that you were happy and enjoying your pregnancy more than anything else. He loved matching your smile or smiling wider than you, letting you know how happy he was too.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

It took a little while for Dowoon to give you some space after you gave birth, he was incredibly cautious that you would do too much too soon, he wanted to make sure that you knew you had time on your side. He was never going to rush you or push you into doing anything too soon, he was happy working at your pace, not his.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

When he can tell that you’re a little quieter than usual, Dowoon will always check in with you. He knows sometimes your insecurities creep in on you, so he much prefers to ask how you are rather than leave you thinking alone.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Although Dowoon wanted for his child to follow their own dreams, he couldn’t stop himself from buying a few instruments for your baby for when they were old enough. He wasn’t going to force music onto your child, but a small part of him hoped that it would be the pathway that your child would choose to go down.

S ⇴ SCANS

He was always a little worried about missing someone out, so Dowoon always made sure to make up plenty of copies at home to give to everyone. Your families were very invested in your pregnancy, and your scans were the perfect chance to repay them for all of that and make sure that they all felt involved.

T ⇴ TEST

Taking a test at the time was a precaution for you both as you’d been feeling unwell, however what you thought would be a task to rule pregnancy out, ended up being a task that gave you the answers you’d been searching for.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

He always made sure to arrive very early to your appointments as a just in case, you’d be sat for well over an hour sometimes just to ease Dowoon’s mind that you’d miss out.

V ⇴ VISITS

Almost as soon as you got home from the hospital Dowoon was enquiring when you could ask people over, he couldn’t wait to have them round and introduce them to your little one that had stolen his heart.

W ⇴ WAITING

Dowoon was excited, he was calm and patient, but he was excited that the days that he enjoyed too would lead to something amazing for him too.

X ⇴ XXXX

He would often kiss all around your bump to try and make you feel confident, Dowoon knew that your bump was something that often left you feeling a little low, so he’d always pay close attention to that spot particularly.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were each other’s rocks, you needed each other a lot more than either of you really knew.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He would be focused on calming your bump most nights, whether it would be by holding your bump or tapping against it, he would never be able to rest until he was sure that your baby was giving you the chance to rest too.

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sumzysworld · 4 years ago

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OTHER HALF | Part 2

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader | Werewolf AU

Word Count: approx 3.2K words

Warnings: Personal topics, abandonment, mentions of wounds, blood, harsh truths, angst <please let me know if I've missed something>

Genre: Werewolf AU, Drama, Mates

Summary: You wonder what to do with your life at this point, and find a surprising new direction. You also run into Mr CoffeeGuy again.

Read Part 1 here.

A/N: Hi my lovely readers! Thank you for the amazing response to the first chapter. Please do message me if you wish to be added to the tag list for this series! This new chapter introduces the changes you're encountering, and we see another interesting side of Mr Min. Who's ready?

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A WEEK LATER

You filed into a conference room with a few other people, looking much older, more experienced and higher ranking. They were dressed formally too - crisply pressed suits, and accessorized with grey hair, scars and wrinkles. You on the other hand in a white cotton shirt and beige trousers looked like a complete new beansprout.

The gentlemen in the room also gave you curious looks, wondering who you were and what you were doing in a space no wolf of your age usually entered. You kept your eyes on the blank whiteboard in front of you, hoping for a quiet glimpse around at everyone’s faces, but to your dismay, you yourself were the centre of attention. Without disturbing your carefully set poker face, you looked up, and met each of their gazes and then looked back at the board. If they were taken aback by your bearing, no one revealed it. The door opened and in walked four congressmen, each of them with files of their own, followed by a formally suited, charming young wolf who seemed to be a secretary of sorts. The young wolf passed around some files to everyone seated, and introduced himself,

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Jimin, an alpha-ranked wolf from the Park clan. We’re gathered here today at the request of Congressman Jeon and Congressman Bang. Before we begin, can we have a round of introductions?” Everyone nodded, and started off.

“I’m Kang Minhyuk, retired Alpha of the Incheon Kang clan”, a guttural voiced man stated. “Yi Sunshin, Head of Pack Law, Gwangju Jung” a portly man said, followed by a woman “Rhee Jinguk, Lead Enforcer, Injoo Yang clan” , and a distinguished deep voiced man introducing himself as “Kim Hyunjin, Alderman, Gwacheon Kim clan”. All eyes turned to me as I calmly introduced myself, “ Song Y/N, Tracker, Gangwon Jeon clan”. Not so surprising to see raised eyebrows, you thought. If I were a distinguished senior wolf, I’d wonder what someone like me were doing here too.

“And I am Bang Sihyuk, and these are Jeon Subin, Han Kiseok and Jung Dowoon, from the Congress. We’ve invited you all concerning a set of disappearances that we wanted you to investigate.” The chubbiest of the congressmen stated.

Raised eyebrows and a few sharp inhales of breath could be heard across the room. “Three young children were taken from their homes over the past year.”

This was serious. What was Grandpa Jeon thinking? What were you, a greenhorn, doing here?

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You didn’t know how you made it past those last days in Jeju.

You had stayed behind at the request of Grandpa Jeon. Most of the clans’ visitors had left save for some high ranking clan elders - they usually took this opportunity to gather, hobnob or discuss things. Jungkook stayed behind too, since he and Grandpa Jeon would be traveling back to Busan together. The last couple of days in Jeju were pleasantly hectic - Jungkook’s wide variety of activities kept you both running around, and that perceptive boy made it a point to involve you as much as he could.

As you waited in the guesthouse cafeteria, the idle time allowed a stream of unwanted thoughts to come pouring back in.

Namjoon - his searing gaze on you... The mark on his neck… Somin hanging off his arm… his dismissal of you

Your solitude felt amplified by the fact that someone who should have been there was conspicuously absent. Your wolf mourned the loss, and wanted to rip Somin's throat out. Though solitude was all you knew, it never felt like loss magnified as it did now. And that was the truth of it.

You shook your head roughly, and forcibly shifted your attention outward - to your surroundings. Mulling over what was already done was a recipe for prolonging pain. Your eyes skimmed over the trees waving in the breeze, the earth damp after the rains, a couple of workers mowing the lawns, the barista brewing coffee near you. The soft padding of feet alerted you to Grandpa Jeon’s approach.

You stood to acknowledge him with a quiet smile, which he returned, settling in the armchair opposite yours. A waiter came forward and took your coffee orders. Your gaze went back to the elder’s face as you quietly considered each other.

Grandpa Jeon was a hefty, distinguished looking man - the strong brow, jaw and frame typical of the Jeons withstood his ageing and kept him going through out his distinguished career - from pack leader to clan head, to an alderman and eventually, a national congressman. His style was simple - he’d take the smartest possible route, and avoid chaos wherever he could. You could see the gears in his head turning as he regarded you as well.

“How are you doing, Y/N?”

“Good, Grandpa Jeon” you reply - a polite greeting kind of response, not the actual condition of your state.

He was quiet for a few moments, as the waiter returned with your coffee orders, and both of you sipped thoughtfully. Grandpa Jeon considered you quietly, and eventually broke the pregnant silence with, “How much do you know about true matings?”

He HAD to dive right in. Rub it in some more, why doesn’t he?

“A lot of my knowledge is informal. I know a little from a healer’s perspective, but my training is incomplete.” When Grandpa Jeon nodded, you continued, “They’re really rare, but as a pair, they tend to form an instantaneous attachment that often leads to claiming. The only thing that would prevent it would be if the individuals in question already claimed a partner. Any children borne from a true mated couple are healthier, stronger, higher ranked and longer lived in general.”

“Do you know how true mates interact?”

“When they’re in close proximity, they stay acutely aware of their partner’s state - mood, health, body language, anything. It’s been glorified as a near metaphysical link. That was how it felt for me as well.”

“That, for one, is true for a pair of true mates even if they do not consummate their mating”, Grandpa Jeon stated, causing you to pause. So regardless if Namjoon has Somin, and maybe I find someone in the future if I’m lucky, we’re going to have each other on our minds? Grandpa Jeon must have seen the look on your face, when he quickly added, “That happens only when you’re in close physical proximity”. Oh, thank Lupa.

“But what is a more pressing matter for you to consider, my dear, is the heat that follows”, he continued heavily. Your eyes widened. “B-But heats and ruts occur once a claiming is consummated into a mating, isn’t it? Why would it affect me, when I’m unattached?”

“For true mates, it goes a little differently. To begin with, what do you know about a heat or a rut?”

“They’re the most virile and fertile phases of each partner. While every wolf starts their cycles once puberty hits, the cycle itself becomes potent after claiming and mating. A claiming causes the cycles of both partners to sync up, and the odds of conceiving are the highest at this time.”

“That’s the textbook definition. In most mated pairs, the chosen mate kind, their heat/rut cycles are barely obvious to everyone else except to the strongest of noses. You’ll merely notice them acting extra temperamental and hormonal around each other and everyone else - not very different from a woman’s PMS, if you will.” You nodded, all of this being familiar to you.

Grandpa Jeon sighed and continued, “But for true mates, it is rather different. You’ve noticed how visceral your reaction to Namjoon is, and that’s how your interactions typically will be. Imagine how that heightens a heat between mates then!”

“What you need to understand is, for a pair of true mates, their heats and ruts will sync up whether they consummate it or not. It’s believed this is Lupa’s, or rather Nature’s way of ensuring, or rather forcing a consummation between the ideal couple.”

You sat in stunned silence, as the weight of what he said sank in.

“Proximity will have an impact, but usually, the unmated partner in the pair has it worst. Your heat is no longer a gentle hormonal upswing. It straight up causes you to fall ill, weakens your judgement and leaves you vulnerable to just about any sexual encounter.”

“There are medical ways to manage the intensity, but you will end up needing help. Namjoon has Somin to help him through. We need to figure out how to help YOU”

You leaned back into the armchair in silence, looking out of the cafeteria. Tears gathered at the back of your eyes that you tried to blink away. It was so, so unfair. You had already let go of someone meant for you, and now had to walk around your home being acutely aware of someone who wasn’t yours anymore, and would face the brunt of the consequences of the failed mating, putting you in acute danger.

“It’s going to be hard”, Grandpa Jeon spoke again after giving you a moment. “But let’s think of how we can make it better for you. How do you feel about traveling?”

You looked at him sharply, “Are you trying to get me to leave the clan? Am I that disposable?” “NO!” he countered, “I’m trying to find you a way out BECAUSE you matter. Y/N, you’re a highly skilled tracker, and training as a healer and medic as well. You’re adaptable and very intelligent. Very few people have this combination of abilities that you do. This is probably insensitive of me, but think of your orphaned state as license to be free, not perpetually tied down to a pack and people that will only cause you pain down the line. If Somin were your blood sibling, would you be able to cut off ties with your blood family to find peace? Or stay at Gangwon for their sake and endure the pain in silence?

Please, think about yourself.”

You hated how much sense he made. You hated how, in putting the family you owed everything to first, you were now facing consequences that hurt you more than you bargained for. You also hated how, being an orphan, taking you out of the equation was the most obvious option for everyone. But, it seemed to be the only road out.

You took a deep breath, and looked at the elder. “Will I still be considered a member of the clan, or is that going to change too?”

“You will always be a member of the clan, unless you initiate the change yourself at some point”

“So what would you have me do now?”

“You can use your talents differently. As a Congressman, I’m a part of my family, but no longer an active member of my clan, for I serve the nation itself. The Wolves' Congress values ability and advocates neutrality. Why don’t you head to Seoul to work for us? Your skills can come of use anywhere nationwide, and you can take this time to think about how you want your future to go.”

__________

Grandpa Jeon had been as helpful as he had promised. Once you headed back to Gangwon, you packed up most of your possessions, and bid everyone goodbye. A lot of clan members were miffed that you weren’t staying for Somin and Namjoon’s mating ceremony. Grandpa Jeon’s assignment orders indicated an urgency no one could contest.

Namjoon luckily wasn’t there at Gangwon - he’d had to head back to his home clan to prepare for the transition he would eventually deal with point mating and a host of other official matters. Somin in her anger refused to speak to you when she heard you were leaving, except for a tearful goodbye towards the end, as you climbed into the jeep that had been provided for you. And just like that, in less than a week, your life had turned 180, and you were leaving the only home you had ever known, to an uncertain future.

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You stayed lost in thought as your jeep sped across the hilly countryside, forests making way for farmlands, and the occasional village dotting the landscape. Your stops were carefully planned, as there were plenty of human villages and towns you passed, and wolves weren't always well received. You needed to let your antsy wolf out to help her settle and get used to the rapid pace of change wooshing through. You were looking forward to the next stop when your driver, a middle aged wolf, turned to tell you that a message had come in, and a detour was necessary to pick someone up. You nodded, trying to calm your restless wolf even further. Her tension stretched taut through you as your driver changed course, heading southward into the countryside.

A good few hours later, your jeep had entered a small town, and coursed through its alleys before stopping at an obscure motel. “Are we stopping for long here?” you asked. “No Ma’am, we’re just picking someone up.” You nodded, and said “ Wait here, I’ll pick up some coffee and food in that case.” You hurried off to the motel’s restaurant, and came back with a flask full of hot coffee and a set of sandwiches; it was an easy excuse for a jeep sitting in a motel parking lot.

It was a good hour later that your new co-passengers turned up running - two grown men and a teenage boy between them. They scrambled hurriedly into your jeep, stuffing themselves awkwardly between the piles of your bags in the back seat and urged your driver to step on it. And you were speeding away.

You smelt blood, and realised they must have been in some kind of encounter. So you turned, and said “In case you gentlemen need it, there’s a first aid kit under the back seat, and I happen to have some medical knowledge. Anyone needs patching up?” As you gaze moved among the three, you realised one of them was familiar.

The man from the cafe in Jeju.

His ear was bleeding, as was a cut on his collarbone. As your eyes met, a flash of recognition came across his face, followed by a grimace due to the jostling vehicle. The other man and the teenage boy looked roughed up but not as hurt as this man.

“ The two of us are ok, but once we've driven further down, would you look at my friend’s cuts?” the other man spoke up. “I’m Hoseok, Jung Hoseok. This is Min Yoongi” he indicated the man from the cafe, “and this is Yeonjun��. “Song Y/N" you introduced yourself.

The jeep stopped for a short while on the highway as Mr. Jung and you switched places. You climbed into the back seat and pulled one of your bags out to remove a first aid kit, and handed a torchlight to Yeonjun to hold. You moved to examine the cuts with a frown.

Why isn’t Mr Min healing already?

You got your answer as you scented aconite on his wounds. This was bad. Shards of glass were embedded into his collar and shoulder, and his ear had a nasty cut. You cautioned your driver to drive as smoothly as possible, as you attempted to extract the larger shards from his cuts. Mr Min looked exhausted, but stayed stoic as you removed most of the shards, and tossed them out. You unwrapped some gauze, placed some slices of a medicated jelly and slapped it onto his collar wounds, covering them up.

The formula smelt a little, causing him to crunch his nose as he looked at you questioningly. “It’s a general antidote made of reconstituted bezoar stones in an agar base” you explained “It’ll help absorb the poison in your wound so we can get you healing like you normally should. He nodded and you continued your work. Once you had more or less bandaged him up, you closed your kit and sat back, your gaze flitting between the three men. Yeonjun and Mr. Min had dozed off in their exhaustion, while Mr. Jung was busy texting furiously on his phone.

You weren’t sure if you were allowed to pry, so you stayed quiet for the rest of the journey. When Mr. Jung had finished texting, you passed him the coffee and one of the sandwiches you’d picked up. The driver opted for just coffee, choosing to power through the long drive. It was in the wee hours of the morning the next day when your jeep pulled over behind a large building in Seoul, where Mr. Jung, Mr. Min and Yeonjun got off. Mr. Min looked at you gratefully and nodded in thanks. You replied with a smile, and your jeep sped off again into the city.

It took you a couple of days to settle in and sleep off the exhaustion of the trip, and luckily, the rooms you got were close to a neglected park that was overgrown enough for the public to avoid. Your wolf insisted on rolling around everywhere in your new place till it felt like home, and marked her attendance in the park bushes that night.

Cities weren’t designed for werewolves - they preferred the wide open spaces and dense forests of the countryside. If they had to, they picked smaller, greener suburbs, but for many ranking wolves, cities were inevitable - given that Seoul especially was the seat of government, for humans, wolves and other beings too. You had to find your way around the city, and see how you and your wolf can adapt to an urban lifestyle, and maybe even practice tracking and medicine differently.

As you lay in your new bed in your new home in this new city, you wondered where life would take you now, and hoped Grandpa Jeon would do right by you.

________

While you lay at home, musing at the turn of events in your life, a few miles away, Min Yoongi was being cleared for returning home at one of the small clinics werewolves frequented in the city. His healer had marvelled at the reconstituted bezoar gel you’d used, as it had taken out most of the aconite from his system. He was back on normal healing track, but his ear and shoulder was still sore. Which was why he was giving his partner, Hoseok, a one-armed hug as the other man cried tears of happiness into his normal shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m finally a father” he sniffed. News had come in from Hoseok’s home clan, alerting him of his little girl’s birth just as they had returned from their operation.

Yeonjun was in safe custody letting both men breathe for a while. “Look how lovely my little girl is!” Hoseok exclaimed, tears streaming down his face as he shoved his cellphone in Yoongi’s face. Yoongi hummed, continuing patting his hyper friend’s back.

“Take a proper break, and go look after your mate and little girl”, he told the sobbing man. “You’re a workaholic but they need you.” Hoseok nodded tearfully and hugged Yoongi again.

Yoongi was really happy for his friend. He looked forward to meeting the new little cub, and hoped she wouldn’t take after his crybaby partner. He also wondered if he’d be able to take a break too - he didn’t work as well with anyone else as he did Hoseok.

His mind went to his hometown, to what lay in wait for him, and he sighed. That was another mountain to climb and a new ditch to dig. Your face popped into his mind as well. He glanced at his healing shoulder, thought about his chance acquaintance with you, and hoped you were doing fine, especially given what he knew you'd gone through.

Tomorrow was another day, and hopefully, a better one.

#min yoongi #fanfic #werewolf #angst #mates #slow-burn #drama

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dearly-somber · 1 year ago

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I’m Serious | k.yh

-> pairing. Kang Younghyun (Brian) x f!reader

-> genre. fluff, humor

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1840

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. English is spoken in bold!

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sep. 3rd, 2020 @ 01:11

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:22

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:59

You bounce up and down as you see the Jeep park near the beach house where you and your friends would be staying for the weekend.

The houses lined along the beach were like something you'd find in a movie or TV show, with the brightly painted wooden walls and straw roofs and small steps leading up to the porch that gave a spectacular view of the beach. There was a hammock on the porch, along with a beach chair that looked like it would cave in under the weight of a book.

As the five of your friends started hopping out of the car, you ran to them as best you could in a pair of slops (flip-flops), hugging everyone with welcoming squeals of excitement.

You had gotten there a day earlier since you got off work sooner than they did. There would be three people in a room since the house was pretty small, each room decked with one bunk bed and a single bed with a bedside table and one shared closet. Thankfully you hadn't packed all too much, considering that you were only spending the weekend, and left plenty of space for the guys.

"Y/N! It's so good to see you!" Jae said as you leaned up to hug him, a bright smile aimed at you. You replied with a weird groan of agreement before moving to hug Dowoon and Wonpil at the same time, since they were closest to you.

"I feel like you've grown again," you said with a playful jab to Dowoon's ribs, laughing as Wonpil nodded and muttered something about sharing his height with everyone. Dowoon blushed as he whined childishly.

"Noona," he whined, making you giggle and pinch his cheek gently.

"I'm just teasing, Dowoonie, go ahead and check out the house with Jae and Wonpil." You smiled after him as he ran off with his back, waddling after his hyungs cutely. Shaking your head you turned to Sungjin who had been fondly watching you interact with the youngest, rolling his eyes and smiling stupidly.

"Hey, noona. It's been too long." He said as he leaned down to hug you, a lot more relaxed than the rest of your clique, pulling away and grabbing two bags in each hand. You ruffled his hair and watched him walk off after the others, a smile on your face. Before you could turn around to greet him, arms slipped around your waist, a gentle weight resting against your shoulder with breath fanning against your jaw.

"Jagiya..." Younghyun drawled, trying to act cute. You rolled your eyes but turned around with a smile, facing a pouty fox who looked like he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

"Why do you always greet everyone before me? Your boyfriend?"

"Because, dummy." You pushed your finger against his forehead harshly, giggling as you spoke, noticing him going cross-eyed. "They need reassurance of my love more than you do."

"Yah! I also need your attention!" He shouted with a large smile, picking you up at your waist and lifting you up, making you shout to put you down and hit weakly at his shoulders. When he finally set you down you giggled, leaning against him, figurative hearts in your eyes as he leant down to kiss you. You gave him a short peck before telling him to grab his things and come on inside.

"I'm the eldest, I should get a single bed to myself!"

"But I'm the youngest and therefore have maknae privileges!"

You heard a sigh as Jae and Dowoon argued loudly about the last single bed that was available (since you had already snagged the one in the room to the left, courtesy of arriving first).

You went over to the room, leaning against the door frame while overseeing the argument, finding it hilarious how Wonpil so easily ignored them while neatly unpacking his things on the lower bunk.

"Y/N! You tell him that as eldest, I should get the single bed. Right? Tell him!" Jae said over-dramatically, his hands flying all over the place. You grinned mischievously before clearing your throat.

"I'm afraid that Dowoon is right. On page 294 in the Maknae Privilege Code of Conduct, it clearly states that he gets the single bed." You said, speaking with the confidence of a lawyer defending an obviously innocent man. Dowoon walked over happily and Jae looking at you with the face you'd use as the thumbnail for a Top 10 Anime Betrayals video.

"I hate you." Jae said before sulkily throwing his things up on the top bunk, Dowoon side hugging you for a second before smugly going to his single bed.

"Aww," You back hugged Jae, standing on the very tips of your toes to rest your chin as close to his shoulder as possible before saying, "don't be like that, hm? You know I love you, and I have a compromise anyway." Jae perked up at your comment looking less sulky than before.

Dowoon looked utterly terrified, and Wonpil was (figuratively) eating popcorn at the drama playing out in the bedroom.

"Because Dowoon gets the bed, he has to pay for one thing you want."

Dowoon glared at you, appalled, while Jae triumphantly pumped his fist in the air and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. You laughed, waving at the guys still in the room and walking outside to the kitchen to see Brian and Sungjin talking idly about what they'd do for dinner (they'd apparently had lunch on the way here) and what to do to keep everyone busy. You walked over almost silently, leaning up to give Younghyun, who was sitting on one of the counters, a peck on the cheek, looking over at Sungjin with a large smile and suggestive wiggle of the eyebrows.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, beginning to pull it over your head when there was frantic, almost high pitched screaming from the man closest to you, who grabbed your wrists and jumped off the counter to hide you from any prying eyes.

"Yah! What d'you think you're doing?!" Brian shouted heatedly, still a bit shook with the stunt you’d just tried to pull.

You snorted, almost falling over, leaning your forehead against his chest as you laughed silently. "God, you're cute," you muttered, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye and regaining your composure.

Younghyun was looking at you like a lost puppy, pulling at your heart strings. Giggling still, you pulled your short forward and motioned your head downward, Brian looking down, confused. When he saw the fabric of a swim suit, he laughed in disbelief, letting his head rest against your shoulder. "Ah, I'm sorry." You said, running your hand through his hair comfortingly.

"You gave me a heart attack," he mumbled, pulling away.

"Are you two planning on keeping me as a third wheele or can I leave?" Sungjin teased playfully, making the two of you turn around.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, I was thinking we could go down to the beach and you know... Swim?" You chuckled, taking off your shirt to reveal the stretchy fabric of your all gray swimsuit before tying up your hair.

"Sounds fun," Sungjin turned to Wonpil and the others who were sitting in front of the television playing Mario Kart. "If you guys wanna join we'll be down at the beach."

"Okay, hyung. See you guys later!" Dowoon called as he shouted with Wonpil, who had just been pushed off of the track by Jae.

"Ciao!" You shouted as you ran outside, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. Having already swam a bit, you were first in the water, Sungjin eventually joining you before Brian finally got in. Once the water was about waist high you waddled over to Younghyun, who looked kind of uncomfortable.

"What's up? You okay?" You asked as you brushed some hair out of his face, putting your hand over his arm. Brian nodded with a half hearted smile.

"It's just a bit dark, is all. You can't really see anything."

"It's okay, love. You can go on back if you want. We won't be here long, anyway." Brian nodded, kissing you thankfully before he turned and walked back to solid ground. At around about the same time, the three doofuses ran down from the beach house, splashing in the salt water and lunging down as soon as it was deep enough. You laughed, shutting your eyes as water flew at you.

You only stayed in the water for about 30 minutes before you got tired of the boys' seemingly endless energy, going to lay down underneath the tree Brian had set up everyone's towels at. You went and sat next to him quietly, finding a comfortable spot where you could lay down with your face out of the sun while still being able to tan.

You layed down with your head resting more or less next to Brian's side, only your lower half exposed to the sun. You entered a peaceful state of limbo, still aware of everything around you but feeling like you were asleep. You opened an eye, however, when you felt weight being placed on your stomach, looking up to see Younghyun laying against you, eyes closed. You smiled fondly at him, playing with his hair for a second before letting your hand rest on the nape of his neck.

As night fell, everyone got all huddled up inside, dressed in their PJ's, two boxes of pepperoni and mushroom pizzas laying on the coffee table in the living room.

You laughed and shouted along with the guys as they had an intense game of Smash Bros, sitting sandwiched between Dowoon and Brian, nibbling at your pizza while the room went silent. When Wonpil won for the 3rd time this night, you screamed, Brian's soul having seemingly left his body. You were giggling, rubbing his back soothingly with your legs intertwined.

It only took a few more games and a scary movie for you to head on off to bed, yawning once every 2 minutes. Not long after Brian walked into the room, stopping midway toward his bunk bed. "Bri?" You said in a small voice, face hidden in the darkness of the room.

"What's up?" He asked, crouching down beside your bed and running a hand over your hair.

"Can you sleep with me for tonight? I can't fall asleep because of the movie..." You were nervous for his reaction but weren't entirely surprised when he mumbled for you to move up, shifting in next to you and wrapping himself around you.

"I keep telling them..." He said with a sigh, his lips brushing against your shoulder. You sighed contently, putting your hand over his.

"Today was fun though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was. Wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow." Brian whispered mischievously, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Go to sleep, princess. We have a long day ahead of us."

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alrisklightvale · 3 years ago

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Lean on Me | Day6 Anniversary Prompt #1

Full anniversary countdown challenge

D-13 : Lean on me

Genre: DAY6 x reader : siblings au // a bit fluff?

Description: After an exhausting class, an unexpected rainfall and a pile of homeworks and responsibilities given to you from the school, you feel sick. You don't want you brothers to know not until Sungjin told you to lean on them when you need it no matter what.

Word Count: 1,413 words

Rain is pouring hard. Forgot to bring your umbrella, you rush on the road towards your house and you open the front door while catching your breath.

Silence greeted you and the lights are off. That means your brothers are not home yet.

You quickly change your clothes and open your laptop that is on your study table. You didn't mind taking a bath and didn't care if you will catch a cold. Your school tasks are more important.

You are the president of your class and due to your school's annual festival coming, you are assigned to do several things for your section. Plus homework that is due tomorrow, you can't help but finish all of these quickly.

An hour later, you feel cold so you touch your neck.

Shoot. You reach your thermometer and monitor your body temperature. You're sick. Great.

But you didn't mind, You should finish the pile of works first.

You keep on working without a break until 11:30 pm. The surroundings are getting colder so you wear your jacket and your glasses because your eyes are sore. When you feel that your body wants to surrender you decided to drink water downstairs.

"Y/N? You're still awake?"

You jumped, and almost spill your drink. You turned and saw your brother, Sungjin along with your older brothers putting their instruments in the living room.

"Umm.. yes, that's why you see me here right?"

You are the youngest of the group. Jae the oldest, followed by Sungjin, Younghyun, Wonpil, Dowoon then you. Your brothers are a group of talented musicians. Each of them can play their respective instruments. You even told them that you are talentless and can't play but you didn't know that Jae and Wonpil saw you playing their guitar and piano alone in the living room a long ago. So they can say you have the skill too.

"But you're supposed to be in your room and sleeping tight right?" Younghyun said. "It's past your curfew."

"No, I woke up because I'm thirsty," Of course it's a lie. You are rushing to finish your homework so you can plan about the tasks given by your teacher for your school's annual festival. Plus you are sick! What an unfortunate event!

Due to their hectic and stressful schedules and they have problems with their upcoming album, you didn't tell them about what happened to your school and yourself lately. You did not want to cause more problems for them.

You have no plan of telling this condition you have right now either. So you decided to keep it by yourself.

You forced a smile and wave as you put your glass on the table and walk towards the stairs, "I'll go back to sleep, good night!"

Before you could reach the first staircase, Someone grip your left arm turns out its Dowoon.

"But can I ask if-- wait you're hot! Are you sick?" Oh no.

"N-no!"

Your sight is blurry, because of your condition. Among the group, you have a weak immune system than them. But you tried to hold on.

That's when Sungjin took his steps and stop towards you with his concerned look. He touches your forehead. "Yah Y/N! Wh--"

Before he can continue you collapse on the floor. You tried to keep awake, but the darkness swallowed you.

You flutter your eyes open and feel the coldness on your forehead. It was Wonpil who applies a wet cloth to your head.

"Oh Y/N-shii, why did you lie?"

You are in your room. Wonpil is beside you. You also noticed that Younghyun is in his serious look on your study table, reading your science textbook while glancing at the homework on your laptop.

"You should go back to sleep," he put the cloth on a basin of water and squeezed it so the water will come out, and put it back on your head.

"N-no I should take care of the homework first."

"Y/N I think you should rest first," At last Younghyun took off his eyes on the textbook and look in your direction. "Take it too slow okay? You should rest, I'll take care of your homework."

Now you feel guilty. They are already stressed about their work, in producing music. Then you are sick-- You can't help but tell the truth on how you catch this fever and apologize. If you bought your umbrella, you shouldn't end up here. But everything happened in a blink of an eye.

"I-"

Wonpil glance from Younghyun to you, "Hmm?"

"I'm s-sorry. If I bought my umbrella and didn't overwork myself, this didn't happen..."

"No, it's not your fault, don't apologize," Dowoon entered the scene with medicine and water, "I think we should blame the rain for what they did to you."

You can't help but chuckle. Dowoon didn't fail to make you smile despite your sick, but his look turns serious and walks towards you as you tried to sit while Wonpil assisting you, "But why lie?"

But your brothers couldn't believe it that you lied for the first time in front of them. You always tell the truth because all of you promised not to keep secrets. Or it seems.

But you have your valid reason... Sometimes it's better to lie...

"Y-you knows, I'm just worried... All of you are so busy with your work. And here I am causing trouble.." The rest looked at you but you look down and proceed, "...But here you guys are, taking care of me."

Jae also entered the scene and took a glance at you before walking forward. When he walked closer you noticed your favorite food on your signature plate.

"Because we care for you!" Both Wonpil and Dowoon replied in unison.

"That's how family works right?" Wonpil added. "You are our youngest! Of course, you are deserved to be cared for and loved."

"Tchh. cheesy," Jae muttered that only you and he can only hear. The younger darted a glare at the latter before looking back to you.

"Oh and Sungjin said that you are not going to school tomorrow," Jae put your food on the table beside Wonpil. "He already told your teacher, and you better get well first."

"But--"

"So stubborn," You heard Dowoon whisper who is now sitting beside Younghyun.

You thanked them for the food and started eating, moments later Younghyun finally finished your homework and decided to sit near you and talk about the things that happened while they are making their songs.

Sungjin finally entered your room minutes later. He was carrying a paper with music notes probably a music sheet. You insist on them to sleep but they don't want to because they want to monitor you due to your weak immune system.

You woke up and you don't feel sick anymore. You are the only one in your and glance at the clock on your table. 6:02 AM.

Wait, Sunrise!

Since childhood, you love sunrise and sunsets. It fascinates you how the yellow ball of fire, also known as the sun, slowly going up to the sky (or going down the horizon)

You find yourself rushing towards the rooftop. And to your surprise, Your brothers are there sitting on the long chair. When you close the door, it creates a loud thug that made them look at you.

"As expected," Younghyun smiled as you walk towards them.

"You guys have work right?"

"Yep but we will go there by afternoon," Sungjin answered as you sit between them.

Silence takes over the scene as you don't know what to say or start a conversation.

But Sungjin broke the silence first by calling your name.

"Y/N."

You turned to him with a questioning look but turn into a smile after you heard what he said.

"I hope that you don't hesitate to tell the truth next time. We also appreciate why you didn't tell us what happened to you."

"And you can lean to us and rest if you need it," Jae added. "I know you are independent but in the time when you need us the most, just say it."

"And don't lie," Younghyun said. "That's the golden rule of the house."

"And don't worry we are right behind you!" Wonpil smiled as he looks back at the rising sun.

You love peaceful moments like this. And from now on, you won't lie to them ever again.

-Eunhee-shii

#day6 #day6 ot5 #sungjin #jae #young k #wonpil #dowoon #day6 fluff #day6 sibling au #day6 x reader

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pilliepollie · 4 years ago

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3:06 pm

Dowoon x Gender Neutral Reader Highschool au ONESHOT

Dowoon stands together with his friends as they celebrate their high school graduation. At last, he has finally tackled the grade school hurdle, but he has yet to face his biggest challenge yet, you. “I just need a little more time, “ “I’ll tell them soon,” “I still have some time.” His friends have been worried all year long and to their horror their best friend has yet to make a single move.

As the crowds of students dressed in their light blue graduation gowns, heads high up into the sky, cheering others on for making it this far, and heading towards their family and friends waiting to congratulate them, his eyes stare in your direction, as like if they were frozen in time. Watching you laugh and smile amongst your guardians, your eyes shimmering as it reflects the soon-to-be-summer sun.

He smiles, his feet finally lifting off the ground as they bring him closer to the one he’s fallen head over heels for. A light push being given from his fellow classmates and he is off on the run. His breath becomes less rhythmic and harder for him to follow, his cap barely clinging on to his curly dark hair, gaining everyone’s attention as their heads all turn around in unison.

*I have to tell them* *I have to tell them* *I have to tell them*

“Y/N!”

You turn around in response, a shocked expression spreads across your face as you see a disheveled boy sprinting towards you. You really had no reason to but you ran to him, you didn’t know why he was running to in you in such urgency but you still ran. Sort of like a gut feeling almost.

You both meet in the middle, all eyes on the two of you, but who gives a damn at this point. Both tired and out of breath, one not knowing what’s going on and the other knowing everything that’s going on.

Before Dowoon had the chance to speak up first you cut him off by fixing up his hair and brushing down his gown. “You look like a mess right now,” smiling as you try to tidy him back up. This was never a new thing for the two of you, you both had a class together, felt a connection between each other and became friends. Whether both of your minds have ever drifted outside of the platonic friendship bubble was always excruciatingly obvious, to everyone besides the two of you of course.

As someone who has always been the one to confess first, you waited this time, hoping that maybe someday he would realize he feels the same way and tell you. Although he felt strongly about his feelings towards you, he never said a word, not even once has he flirted with you. He was afraid to take a step, but you didn’t know.

“I... I have something to say.” His mouth slightly trembles.

“I know I should’ve told you sooner, so much sooner. But I like you, I’ve liked you for the longest time and I’m done hiding the way I feel about you. I was scared to tell you because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. I still don’t but I wanted to tell you now before it was too late. Gosh you’re really just going to stand there and say nothing? Please don’t look at me like that. Y/n.. please say something.. anything. It doesn’t have to be good jus- mhpf”

God his lips felt so soft, your lips perfectly fitting into his as you rest your hand on the side of his face, you could feel it burning up as you deepen the kiss. You hear the graduates around you cheer and holler, some you don’t even recognize but you appreciate the support. Your guardians, standing just outside their car in shock, one of them even had to close their mouth so a fly wouldn’t go in.

“I like you too, do you know how long I’ve waited for this to happen? SINCE SOPHOMORE YEAR DOWOON. For someone who’s going to become an engineer in the future, you sure are dumb even when it comes to picking up even the most painfully obvious flirting.”

He laughed that goofy laugh of his, it would always make you forget what you just said.

“I’m sorry, but this time I won’t make you wait anymore. No more hesitating. I promise.”

“Then where’s my second kiss? I’ll have you know I’ve been waiting for a long two minutes now Mr. Yoon.”

“My apologies, I’ll stop making you wait starting now.”

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SOME PEOPLE | KTH

PAIRING(s): Taehyung x reader, Dowoon of day6 x reader

RATING: pg13

WORD COUNT: 6.5k+

CONTENT/WARNINGS: unrequited love, friends to strangers, angst, unhealthy friendship, lowkey toxic Taehyung, swearing, pretty minor fluff and happy memories mentioned, university!au

SUMMARY: You’ve been Taehyung’s best friend for a while, in love with him from the sidelines as he chases after others. You’ve always given him a hundred percent, while he’s struggled to give you more than twenty-five. After all this time, you finally realize that while you were once “best friends”, he’s never been your “best” friend.

A/N: my submission to the anti-romance collab hosted by @rockwithwoo and @astramoonchild <3 I put so much effort and p a i n into this fic so i really hope you all enjoy! please make sure to go check out the other fics that are a part of this collab!!! there are so many amazing, talented that took part! i hope you enjoy, possibly find both pain and comfort in this fic and have a great day/night! Back to the fic, thank you to my lovely betas who I couldn't have written this so well without 🥺💜 @starry-paris, @nightshadevinter, @mochajoon, @sunshinejunghoseokie, you were all so encouraging and helpful throughout this process and I'm incredibly grateful for your help <3 Thank you all and I hope you enjoy this!

Teaser

YOU COULDN’T REACH THE TOP SHELF, struggling on your toes to grab at the air around the book you needed to complete your research. Groaning, you lowered yourself back onto the flat floor, about to turn away and give up when a warmth engulfed your back, one long, toned arm reaching from behind you to pull down the book you’d been reaching at for the past five minutes.

You turned to face the stranger, holding in a gasp when you met his piercing gaze. He was devastatingly handsome—gorgeous, even.

The tall stranger loomed over you, a friendly yet flirty grin on his lips as he handed you the book. “Hi, I’m Taehyung. You needed this?”

Calming your restless heart, you reached for the leather cover, his rough but still gentle hands gracing your own briefly during the interaction. “Nice to meet you, Taehyung. Thanks for helping me out, can I repay you?”

“No problem! As for payment… I could use a study buddy,” he offered, a bright and hopeful gleam in his dark mahogany eyes. You nodded, holding back your own beam as the two of you began your trek to find a table. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“[Y/N].”

“Well, [Y/N],” he started, his voice luscious and deep. “I hope I can get to know you.”

That’s how it all started, your beloved friendship with Kim Taehyung.

The two of you became inseparable over the months, swapping secrets and trading tragedies in the depths of night. Now you’ve known each other for a solid seven months, comfortable enough to call yourselves best friends.

Friends.

Another crucial development throughout the time you’ve been friends is that you’ve grown feelings that are a bit more than friendly.

Taehyung, as you’ve learned, is naturally bright and affectionate. He always manages to make you laugh, simultaneously making your heart jump every time he opens that dumb, perfect mouth. His warmhearted, firm hugs did you no favors in stopping you from falling further for his charms either.

Not to mention his innate flirtatious behavior. Taehyung has a charisma to himself, one that draws people to him, whether they like it or not. You have the pleasure of being one of his more willing victims, always playing along with his teasing until one of you gave out from embarrassment, which is usually you.

But you never mind his ways of affection, always ready to accept whatever he’s willing to give.

Taehyung groans, slinging his arm around your shoulder and pulling you to him. “I don’t want to study, can’t we just cuddle and watch a movie? Maybe do something else…?” His brows bounce as he trails off, implying something a bit more than friendly, a light smirk playing at his lips. Rolling your eyes, you shove him off, making him pout in defeat. “C’mon [Y/N], I don’t even need this class, why do I have to study for it?”

You hand him the aged, dusty book that was previously tucked under your arm. “Because there’s no point in failing. Plus, you need to get into a better study habit.”

Taehyung’s dedicated to his work, he really is, but he just doesn’t have the right policy when it comes to academic work. Usually, you just give him the answers he needs when he needs them, sometimes the full assignments if you can, but you’re beginning to tire of constantly having to do all your work on your own just for Taehyung to slack off. Besides, it’s better if he learns to do the work for himself. He’s not too happy about it though, trudging to the creaky old desk in the corner of the library—where you’d studied when you first met.

The library has a lingering smell of cinnamon and tea tree oil, one you find most comforting. On late nights you find yourself wandering to the back for a good book, earbuds plugged in to drown out your personal sorrows. It’s old, worn carpet always crinkles quietly beneath your weight, and the chairs have a certain texture from years of use that grazes your soft fingers in just the right way whenever you hold their wooden frames.

The seat cushion wheezes quietly under you whilst you sit yourself down, shaking your head at him. “I’m not always going to be there to help you cheat, Taehyung.” His deep voice mimics yours childishly under his breath. “And I’m not going to do all the work for you this time.”

“I know, I know.” He mutters, frowning and flipping the old publication open, coughing dramatically at the bits of dust that fall off the leather covers. “Y’know, when I said I liked smart girls, I didn’t mean this.”

“Gee, thanks bestie,” tossing him a glare, his implication of you being boring and not his hot fantasy type chipping at your self esteem. Unfortunately, you can’t say that you didn’t mean him whenever you’ve said you liked dorks.

He lets out a quiet laughter, ruffling your hair until it’s too messy for anyone to develop a secret crush on you during this library visit. “I’m kidding. You know you’re exactly my type. So smart and beautiful.” His words make your cheek burn, so you hide them in your hands, only eliciting a wide grin from him at your flustered state. “You’re so cute.”

“Stop flirting with me and read.”

“It’s so hard to focus on the book when you’re right next to me,” he witness pathetically, “We could totally be making out—”

You scowl at him playfully, cheeks aflame. “You’re gross.” Your feigned joyful tone masking the pain he brings you with every tease. But, that’s just how Taehyung is. Blunt, occasionally obnoxious, and unapologetically coquettish. It’s what made you fall for him in the first place.

“What? It’s not my fault my best friend is literally a perfect human. Not to mention, my favorite one.” He says halfheartedly, part of him meaning it and the other part just being a sweet best friend. “On the topic of how amazing you are, what are you studying? Didn’t you switch electives?”

“Oh, yeah. I switched to photography, but I might take up art next semester…” You trail off the moment you notice you don’t have his attention, the new library assistant now the center of his undivided attention. Chest burning, you sigh, lowering your focus back to the article you’d been reading before his affectionate behavior started. “You should go talk to her.”

He doesn’t even seem to hear you, already scooting out of his chair to approach the slim figure leaning against the shelves elegantly.

“You should really start getting over him.” Jimin advises, flipping onto your bed theatrically, phone in hand as he scrutinizes your taste in men. “He doesn’t see you as anything more than a friend.”

You jump on top of him, your back pressed against his and arms spread to your side like a starfish, making him gasp for air under you. “I know, but I can’t. He just makes me feel special. You know?”

Rolling you off him, Jimin gives you a look of disbelief. “[Y/N], he makes everyone feel like that. Especially the girls he ditches you for.”

“It’s not like that…”

Oh, but it is exactly like that. Taehyung has a talent for making people love him, getting them to absolutely crave for his attention because it just feels so good when they have it. And, like everyone else, you’ve fallen victim to his endearing ways. Honestly, with all the time you spend with him, you’d be more surprised if you weren’t in love with him.

Tonight you’re definitely one of his moths, him the light you’re all drawn to, begging to touch even at the risk of being burned. Unfortunately, you’ve already been burned, even this early into the night.

You two had been dancing, laughing the night away when Taehyung was stolen by a foxy physics major, leaving you to your one woman wiggle of loneliness.

He’s like a raccoon, you think, distracted by beautiful, shiny objects far too easily—and oh so lucky for you, you’re rusty and dim. Jimin’s right with how he makes everyone feel special. You're becoming aware of this more and more. The girl looks at him as if he’s hung the stars in the sky, just for her—a feeling you’re too familiar with. His gaze is solely trained on her, and at the moment, she’s his world.

But later that same night, he’s leaning on your shoulder as you help him waddle to your car, drunkenly muttering how beautiful you are and how great you smell. His eyes are mostly closed, but he still manages to peek through his tired lids, pupils trained on you.

You’ve always known Taehyung wasn’t the most reliable friend in your life. He’s always running late, rarely has his priorities straight, and never remembers to show up when he’s supposed to. All qualities you once found eccentric and cute, now are inconveniences for you.

Foot tapping against the ground, you try to ignore the echoing steps that grow increasingly louder the closer his frame gets to you. You try not to shiver at the breeze that his abrupt stop blows against you, your soaked clothes clinging impossibly tighter around your icy figure.

He huffs in front of you, his hair lightly damp from the now light sprinkle outside. “[Y/N] I’m sor—”

“You’re late.”

He licks his lips, eyes big and guilty, like they always are when he forgets about his responsibilities and promises. Opening his mouth several times, he finally manages to force something out, in a gentle, pathetic whisper. “I’m sorry, I know I really messed up, but I’ll make it up to you—”

You ignore him, walking past him towards the parking lot doors, clutching your arms around yourself silently. Your teeth chatter, only stopping momentarily because you grit them at the sensation of his jacket draping over your shoulders.

You stop in front of his car, pulling at the handle wordlessly, one hand weekly pulling his jacket tighter around you. As much as you don’t want to accept it, especially because it absolutely reeks of his date cologne and his date’s cologne, you can’t keep shivering from the chilliness of wet clothes.

He hastily unlocks the vehicle, reaching to open your door for you, but to no avail as you swing it open and climb inside, secretly thankful he’d been running the heater and simultaneously ticked that he had been enjoying warmth while you were suffering in the cold rain.

Taehyung climbs into the driver’s side, hands nervously gripping the wheel as he glances from you to your clothes to the long forgotten lipgloss of his date. With a deep inhale, he fails to hide his frown. “I’m so sorry. [Y/N], you know I didn’t mean to forget, I just got caught up—”

“On your date, right? Because some random girl is more important than your best friend. Don’t worry, I get it.” You hiss out, crossing your arms and leaning against the water-stained window. Disappointedly, you sigh. “It’s not fair. I always make sure you have what you need when you need it, regardless of whether it's money, cheat sheets, clothes, whatever! But, the one time I need your help, you forget about me because of a date.”

“I said I was sorry…”

Lip trembling, you furrow your brows. “Sorry doesn’t cut it this time, Taehyung. Sorry won’t make my clothes dry. Sorry isn’t gonna stop me from being sick tomorrow. Sorry doesn’t do anything.” Your voice breaks in the middle, but you can’t seem to let everything out. You don’t feel the comfort or safety that would normally let you open up to Jimin or any of your other friends. “Just take me home.” He complies, shutting up and turning the heat higher in hopes that you’ll stop shivering.

Sorry doesn’t cut it… but maybe the homemade soup, medicine, and brand new weighted blanket do.

Jimin’s eyes roll back, displeased to see Taehyung at your door, get well soon package in hand and a shameful expression painted on his face. “She said I could come over to pick up some notes…” The taller boy mumbles, abashed that even with all the trouble he caused you, you still prepared what he needed, just as you said. “I’ll leave after I make it right.”

“You hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” Is all your roommate grumbles out before stepping aside and letting the slightly unwelcome guest into your humble abode. “You know where her room is.”

A gentle knock sounds at your door, but your head feels too tight for you to do anything about it besides blow into another tissue. “Jimin I don’t want to talk about it—”

“I’m not Jimin…” He murmurs, eyes failing to meet yours from the guilt pitted in his stomach. “Before you kick me out, I just wanted to give you these. This is soup, your mom’s recipe, some cough and flu medicine my grandma used to use when I got sick, and a weighted blanket because I know how much you’ve been wanting one.”

He flinches as you hack loudly, eyes red and puffy, struggling to focus on his face. “How did you get in here? We changed,” you choke out another cough, “we changed the locks last week and I haven’t given you a key yet.”

Trying not to smile, he mumbles. “I might’ve told Jimin you knew I was coming. In my defense, I just wanted to give these to you in person and apologize again, although I know that apologies don’t do much…”

His head hangs low as his voice fades away, and you can’t help but shake your head at him. “I’m not mad anymore Taehyung. I’m sorry for overreacting yesterday, I was just upset.”

“I get why. I’m not reliable or a good friend, really. I don’t know why you keep me around.” He chuckles a bit, setting the things he brought for you on your bed gently before straightening back up. “You deserve a better best friend than me, huh?”

You shake your head. “No, you’re amazing, honestly I don’t think I deserve someone as sweet and thoughtful as you half the time.”

“You’re just saying that.” He laughs, the two of you falling into your usual banter. After a bit, he winds up beside you, the two of you watching an old comedy flick when he leans closer to you, closing his eyes as he leaves a kiss on your head, his lips lingering as he maffles against your skin quietly. “No date is worth more to me than you are, I promise. You’re the most important person to me.” His body gradually begins to shudder against you as a quiet sob leaves his lips. “I’m so sorry…”

Somehow, even when he messes up so grandly, you always end up letting him off the hook, even comforting him when it truly should be the other way around. Your hand rubbing his back to soothe his sadness while nobody’s there to wipe your own silent tears.

“I’m sorry Tae,” you tell him, frowning as he cries into his pillow over his last girlfriend. “Some people, they just aren’t meant to stay.” The words sour on your lips as you recall how head over heels for her he’d been.

Now, early into your fifth year of university, your best friend had been in a serious relationship for about four months, only for it to end with the girl cheating on him. You can’t comprehend why—she had all his time, attention, love, everything. What more could she want?

“I gave her everything…” Oh, I know you did, your heart ripping slowly at his next sentence. “I’ve never loved someone like her. She… she was special.”

Your hands freeze their actions, no longer threading through his thick, wavy hair. Aren’t… aren’t you special? Because that’s how he always made you feel in those fleeting moments where it was just the two of you in the world. That’s what you believed in each of those memories where he was the only one you could see, when you thought you were the sole center of his world.

You thought you understood the pain before, but you were oh so wrong. You should have known better than to think you were exceptional in Taehyung’s eyes. How foolish of you to think that you were any different to him than anyone else.

Pathetic.

Yet you’d fall under his spell again, thinking you were someone more to him than everyone else. Like you always do.

One glance, and you’d be right back where you started.

You know it’s ridiculous to be so malleable by the simplest of actions, but you could never stop yourself from hoping and falling over and over. Especially as he gives you his puppy-like eyes with an irresistible pout. “Please [Y/N], I need this grade.”

“I know you do but i can’t let you wait until the last day and ask for my help anymore. Besides, I have stuff to do.” You pry your eyes off him reluctantly, heart heavy because you know this will bring him down quite a bit, but he’s got to learn to do things on time on his own somehow.

Slender arms wind around your waist, his nose nuzzling your cheek affectionately, his lips still pushed up. “[Y/N], you love me, right? I promise I won’t put my projects off this long again if you help me with this one.”

You know he’s tricking you, lying, using your heart against you. He’s a player—he knows how to bend someone’s will to his bidding. And while you’re fully aware of what's happening to you—you give in like you have so many times before, and like you will many times after this one.

“Fine.”

He pecks your cheek, holding you in a tight embrace with a grin on his face, mumbling and muttering praises against your cheek. “I love you so much, thank you. Really, you’re the best. You’re my favorite person on this Earth, I don't know what I’d do without you.”

And its nice, appreciated even, at the moment. Hearing Taehyung sing your praises and tell you how much you mean to him is all you crave for—but it’s not real, and it won’t last. So you bask in his words and warmth as long as you can.

You’d seen Taehyung leave people behind after he got his fill of them, be it friends or more, he didn’t keep most people around for long. You’ve been one of the lucky few, you suppose, to stay around longer than a month or so. After all these hours, days, months, you thought that he’d never leave you behind. That maybe he wouldn’t get tired of you like everyone else.

But as he avoids your gaze across the university’s literature hall, you realize that was an unrealistic notion your feelings had concocted. He’s got someone new on his mind, staring at her with those adoring eyes you once believed were reserved for you. He’s not concerned with how you feel or what you’ve been up to—he hasn’t been for weeks now, the small talk and short conversations between the two of you practically courtesy now.

“What did I do wrong?” You mumble to yourself, staring at him longingly whilst rewriting some of your notes.

Jimin pats your back, shaking his head. “Girl, I told you, he ain’t shit.” His tone almost makes you crack a smile, the comical edge bringing a bit of joy into your constantly dulling life. “You need to move on, get out more. Taehyung doesn’t have the capacity to give you what you need as a friend or partner.’

“He’s not that bad… I must’ve done something.” You frown, rubbing your left temple stressfully. But maybe Jimin is right. Maybe it’s time for you to get over your former best friend, and fall for someone else. “Just out of curiosity, what’re you thinking of?”

Jimin gives you a gentle yet mischievous smile, pulling out his phone and pulling up a profile on social media. Flipping the mini screen for you to view, you blush as you realize what he’s doing. “This is a friend of mine—well actually he’s a friend of a friend, but I think he’s perfect for you. He’s a complete dork, loves music, animals, and he has a beautiful, deep ass voice. Oh, and get this, he’s a drummer.”

You raise your brow at the rapid-fire profile he gave you, but can’t deny that the guy he’s describing not only sounds perfect, he looks fantastic as well. Cute, soft, and uncharacteristically muscular for someone who looks like he’d never hurt a fly. Damn Jimin and always being right. “What’s his name?”

He tells you everything about this man, well, everything to convince you to go out with him. That he’s sweet, a good listener, adorable, and so on. You think it’s too good to be true, but promise Jimin that you’ll give him a real chance before rejecting him. Which is how you find yourself approaching the same man from the photos in a coffee shop a few days later, tapping his shoulder lightly.

“Yoon Dowoon?” He turns around, eyebrows raised slightly from the startle you gave him moments ago. He puts a hand on his chest, and lets out a light laugh. He nods. “I’m [Y/N]. The person Jimin set you up with.”

He greets you with a polite and gentle hug, one that’s neither formal nor too personal. Just, comfortable and welcoming. “Hi… Wow, you’re even more beautiful in real life.”

You flush, and for the first time in months, you feel like the attention, the focus and car, all of it, is on you. And it feels wonderful.

Your meeting isn’t at all like yours with Taehyung, where you’d learned his entire life story by the end of the day. No, instead, he’s intent on learning about you and your interest, the two of you finding a perfect balance of learning about each other and staying enigmas at the same time. He’s sweet and kind, and he’s passionate about everything he does. He’s already at the door for you before you can attempt to open it, taking your bag and coat and making sure that you know that he wants to do these things for you, that he’s willing to put in as much effort as you, if not more, into having a good relationship with you, no matter what kind.

As cliché as it sounds, Dowoon makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, despite the many trying to get at him on social media. He doesn’t hesitate to turn them down or reassure you that he’s only interested in you.

And though it may seem petty for you to inwardly focus on, you love his reliability. He’s always got himself together, and he’s always ready to help you in any way you may need. He’s on time, prepared, dependable. Something Taehyung never was.

And speaking of Taehyung, you two haven’t spoken in a while. While you know now that your conversations with him were never too deep—well, not when they were about you—you miss talking about the small, insignificant things you two could once go on for hours about. You miss Taehyung.

So you decide to meet up with him, except it’s unannounced. He doesn’t know you’re meeting up—you’re too afraid of him rejecting to hang out with you, like he rejects your attempts to talk in messages sometimes.

Luckily, being friends with Taehyung meant that you quickly became acquainted with his friends—aka, the people who throw some of the best parties on campus. You usually skip out, only going to a few when you and Taehyung were still thick as thieves to make sure he didn’t drive home drunk, but now you’re going on your own.

Well, on your own with Dowoon.

You’re sure it won’t be much of a problem, considering they never get upset because of unexpected guests or surprise plus ones. All he has to do is show up with her and there shouldn’t be any trouble.

So you dress up, wanting to look nice for your first party with your new boyfriend. You wear a black dress Jimin bought you that you once swore you’d never touch, along with some heels you saved for special occasions.

You’ve got your makeup done, for once not just some foundation and blush, but a nice, full face without being caked up. You even put some effort into your hair, although you know by the end of the night your work would probably be destroyed. All this and your delightful perfume, and you’re stunning.

Dowoon looks incredible too, his outfit not only flattering as heck but not clashing with yours. A faded green button with the top few buttons undone on top of a black t-shirt. He’s sporting some darker khaki chinos, paired with a black belt that matched his black converse. The whole outfit makes him look even taller than he is—not to mention how the shirt makes his build stand out, the material hugging his muscles when he moves.

When you arrive at the dorm, you don’t make a move to look for Taehyung. You’re sure he’s here, so there’s a good chance that you two will bump into each other at some point. Instead, you take your time, enjoying yourself with your boyfriend and dancing until you can’t anymore and you’re ready to have your first drink.

That’s where you find him, leaning against the counter, almost as if he’s guarding the drinks. In reality, he’s probably hoping to run into someone that catches his fancy, but the idea that he would gatekeeper the alcohol makes you giggle a bit.

His back is facing you, so you don’t bother to tap him or anything, opting to just grab a cab from the fridge and hang around. He hears you behind him, and whips around with a slight smirk on his face when he sees you… only it doesn’t seem as if he recognizes you. He’s giving you those same sparkling eyes he gives his weekly dates, not the warm—sometimes, dull—ones you’re used to.

“You look familiar, have we met?” He takes a step closer to you, and you can just barely smell alcohol in his breath. In other words, he’s not drunk yet.

You raise a brow at him, stepping back a bit with a hand on his chest. “Woah there, bud.” A slight chuckle in your voice that becomes a stifled laugh at his shocked expression.

“…[Y/N]? Wow, you look… wow,” he gapes, jaw almost on the ground as he struggles to recover. He’s seen you like this maybe once or twice, but never did you have this affect on him. Licking his lips, he gives a lopsided grin with a glint of mischief in his eye. “Is all this for me?”

You chortle, shaking your head and waving your hands frantically, your cheeks flushed. “No, it’s for my boyfriend. Can I introduce you two?” Face bright with excitement, you fail to notice the way his face falls before he masks it.

Coughing lightly, he musters a fake smile, and nods. “Yeah sure,” he mutters, following behind you, back straightened and shoulders pushed back to seem larger than he is—which you of course don’t see, too busy searching for Dowoon.

Once you find him, Taehyung immediately introduces himself, shaking his hand firmly with his lips in a fine line, the corners barely upturned. Dowoon, sweet and polite as ever, returns the gesture, only he’s more genuine and gentle about it.

When their introductions are finished, you find yourself alone with Taehyung getting another drink, trying to make conversation with him. He’s not interested, not really, only giving small hums and nods here and there so you can’t tell how little attention he’s paying.

You’re not all dolled up beautifully for him. You’re not waiting around for him to give you something to grip onto. Taehyung’s only interested in people interested in him.

If only you knew that when you met, you’d never be stuck in this pool of turmoil.

Taehyung has never been one to ignore you. Sure, he’d avoided you a bit before the party, but he didn’t blatantly ignore you or brush you off, not the way he does now.

After the party, you tried to reach out to him through texting, only to find your number blocked. Then, on social media where he’d also blocked every account of yours, as well as a few others who were close friends of yours he was never too interested in.

Taehyung had cut you off.

Every class he had with you, he sat on the far end, making sure not to meet your eyes not even once. You know he can feel your gaze on the side of his head, burning a hole with curiosity and betrayal.

He said you were best friends. That you were his favorite person.

Then why has he removed you from his life?

You try not to make a deal of things, keeping your questions to yourself, hiding your sadness under a mask. You don’t want your friends to worry, and you don’t want Dowoon to think you’re still into Taehyung. But damn, it hurts and it eats you up inside with the constant wondering of ”what did I do wrong?”

It keeps up this way, until Jimin can’t stand to see you beating yourself up silently anymore. “What’s wrong?”

And you can’t hold it together anymore, shoving your face into your friend’s chest and squeezing him tightly, your lip trembling. “I don’t know what I did, but he blocked me on everything, and ignores me everywhere. I tried to talk to him about it, and he just pretended as if I wasn’t there. What did I do wrong Jimin?”

The dance major strokes your back, hushing your growing sobs while holding in his own anger at the boy you put so much effort in, despite his warnings. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just how he is. Taehyung gets attached to people, makes them think they’re his world, and then throws them aside when he’s tired of them. It’s not your fault, it’s just how he is.”

His words don’t do much to comfort you though, and you find yourself trying to talk to him in person, trying to rekindle any tiny spark between the two of you as friends.

And it’s only after a week or so of trying that you realize how truly right Jimin had been when he warned you about Taehyung. Because while you’re worked up, broken down and beat from this new dynamic—he’s perfectly fine. It’s as if you never existed to him.

He’s got one of his other friends, one prettier than you and more energetic, hanging off his arm. She’s someone you remember feeling jealous of when they first started hanging out, but now you pity her too, because one day she’ll be in your shoes, watching from the sidelines as he moves on without her.

He doesn’t even spare you a glance as his group of friends pushes past you in the halls, like you’re a ghost and nobody can see you.

You always wanted to deny that your friendship was one sided, always arguing to Jimin that Taehyung cared for you just as much as you did him…

But as you watch his figure get smaller and smaller, you know that was never true.

“If he cared, he’d make an effort, [Y/N].”

“I know… it’s just, what if he’s going through a rough time too? I know it’s silly of me to try and justify his behavior, I just…” You trail off, leaning against Dowoon’s shoulder and frowning. “I don’t want to believe that I meant nothing to him. I don’t want to think we were never friends. I just want this to be a phase he’s going through, you know?”

The drummer nods, pulling you close with his large, warm arms that remind you of Taehyung’s when he used to cuddle you on movie nights. “I know what you mean. It’s just, if a rough time was all this was, why would he cut off his best friend? He still talks to all his other friends, you’re the only one he’s truly blocked off.”

You nod, sighing. “Yeah, I know. I just really miss him.” And it’s true. Taehyung may never have been your “best” friend in the sense he was never a truly good friend, but he was who you turned to with your worries and who made you feel valuable for a long time.

You know you shouldn’t have ever relied on being praised and validated by him to feel sufficient, but it was so hard not to when he was the one you wanted to look at you. Now, it’s in your nature to crave that same feeling whenever you see him pass you in the halls or on the courtyard. To crave that feeling when you do something that would’ve made him smirk and wink at you jokingly.

And you crave it so much, along with the need to know why he’s left you in the dust, that you confront him.

It’s in the school’s parking lot that you corner him. You wait by his car, not leaning on it, but hovering very closely as he enters the lot alone, his face pulled in a tight frown when he looks up at you. “What’re you doing here?”

You don’t like how he seems so upset, but you ignore that. “I just want to talk, Tae.”

“Well, we’re talking,” he says with an attitude, piercing your heart with each word.

Looking at his shoes, you don’t dare to meet his eyes, you begin. “Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m going through a tough time right now. I told Jungkook, hasn’t he told you? Or are you too busy hanging out with Dowon or whatever that you haven’t spoken to him yet?”

As he’s hastily getting into the car, you scoff. He’s trying to blame you now? That’s not going to fly with you. “What the hell Taehyung? I haven’t cut anyone off. That’s what you’ve done to me, remember?”

“My mental health isn’t its best right now, so I’m taking some time alone to fix it.” He mutters, face void of any guilt or sadness. “You’re just too depressing to hang out with.”

That hurts. Lip trembling, you fight the ache in your heart. “Did you never think about me? What it would do to me to lose the person I trusted most? Or are you so sick of me that you just didn’t care?”

He shuts his car door, and rolls down the window in front of you, glaring hard. Deadpanning, he growls. “I didn’t care. I still don't.”

“You know, you’re the reason I’m so damn depressing. You’re the one always breaking my heart, and I keep letting you.” You sniffle, crossing your arms and wiping your eyes. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be so much happier. I wouldn’t have longed for someone I couldn’t have for so damn long. I wouldn’t be so choked up over someone who’s never given back half of what I gave them.”

“That’s not my fault, you decided to stay by my side.”

“I know.”

“So leave me alone.”

You have more to say. More that you feel. You want to ask him if he knows how it sucks to not be able to talk about your crush with your best friend. How it hurts to not be able to ask them for advice or turn to them for comfort when things get hard. But you don’t get the chance.

His words ring in your ears like bullets, leaving you shocked, mouth pressing into a thin, trembling line as you step back from his car, eyes watering. Now you know for sure.

Taehyung doesn’t give a shit about you anymore.

“Goodbye Taehyung.” You mutter, mostly to yourself, turning away from his car and shuffling toward the front gates as you dial up someone who actually cares about you.

You barely hear him call a quiet, “Goodbye [Y/N].”

You move on, slowly but surely forgetting the details about Taehyung’s face. You forget each and every wrinkle you knew by heart once. You forget about how he used to talk a little differently than everyone else because of his dialect. How he’d have such creative and unique thoughts in the depths of night. The way he’d flirt whenever he got the chance. You forget him and the impact he once had on you.

Sometimes, when you’re alone in your bed watching reruns of shows you two watched together once—you watched them out of pure enjoyment of the characters now—you have glimpses of memories of your once treasured friendship. You think about them semi-fondly, until you push them out of your mind and try not to wonder if he does the same.

You don’t ask if he’s doing well, and you don’t actively avoid him either. At times, you two even give each other a nod of acknowledgment when you pass by. Maybe even a wave some days. But you don’t care to do any more than that.

Now, you don’t give a shit about him either. You can finally heal.

Jimin, ever so curious in your life, hesitates to ask you whilst you braid his hair. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but you’ve reassured him countless times that you’re okay, that Taehyung has no importance to you and therefore cannot hurt you. “Would you do it again? Would you still be his friend and go through it all over if you could?”

You tilt your head to the side before realizing what he meant. Releasing his strands of hair, you let out a breath and smile a bit. “We had some really good memories together. Lots of smiles and laughs but, not enough for me to put myself through that again.”

He nods, and pats your shoulder. “I’m sorry things didn’t turn out better for you two.” His eyes are remorseful as if he thinks he’s got something to do with it. After all, he always pushed Taehyung away from you, and pulled you away from him. It’s hard to think he didn’t play some role in this.

“Don’t. It’s nobody’s fault. Just…” You fade into a sigh, and give him a tight lipped smile. “Some people, they just aren’t meant to stay.”

Words you’ve uttered before but never realized how true they were. You always thought it a phrase for people you’d never known well or someone who would leave quickly—not someone whose deepest secrets were shared with you, someone you loved and trusted. Passerbys.

You never knew they’d one day describe the person you used to care for most.

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