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fallinnflower · 4 months ago

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mingyu x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort?, non-idol!au)

wc: 1.3k

a writing exercise i did with a friend using this prompt list and the prompts "when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right." and "i'm the one you've been looking for."

a/n: thanks everyone for being patient with me, i'm still working on some big projects (vampire!DPR Ian and also vampire!BamBam [same universe], vampire!Jun, part 2 of river god!Wonpil, a Wonwoo fic based loosely on Kiki's Delivery Service... send help) in the works but wanted to post a little something <3

As soon as you get into your apartment's living room, you flop onto the couch on your stomach, paying no mind to the makeup you're probably smudging onto the throw pillow. Now just isn't the time. Future you can worry about cleaning it.

Familiar footsteps follow you into the living room and a knee gently nudges the side of your stomach; you roll so your back is pressed against the back of the couch and Mingyu can lie down in the remaining space. He settles on his side, facing you with his hand propping up his head. His eyes glimmer slightly, and he gives you a wry smile,

"Well, happy anniversary," he says. You groan and look away from him, pressing your face into the couch cushions. He chuckles at your exaggerated reaction and gently reaches over to start undoing the elaborate updo you'd pinned your hair into.

"What a night," he continues, pulling the bobby pins out one by one. You still refuse to look up, embarrassed and frustrated.

It wasn't like it was anyone's fault, really, that all your evening plans had gone to total shit. First was the unexpected downpour that ruined your plans of a nice walk before dinner forcing you to frantically hail a cab while huddled under his expensive suit jacket. You'd already felt apologetic over that, and then your distracted cab driver missed a turn, which you thought was bad enough because you would be late for the reservation at this rate.

But then it had to get worse (because of course it had to get worse) when the cabbie rear-ended another car because they were too busy yelling at someone on the phone. The two of you had to spend another two hours huddled under a shop awning, answering questions for the police officers that came to assess the scene. Thankfully, nobody was seriously hurt, but you still cried so much that everyone kept asking if you needed them to call paramedics.

That was part of why you didn't want to look at Mingyu. No doubt your face was a mess, not to mention your hair, which he was now methodically freeing from the style you had spent so long on.

You'd just wanted it to be perfect. You only have one first wedding anniversary, after all. To avoid crying more, you keep your face pressed into the cushions, not responding to your husband. More gently, then, he asks,

"Hey, you're sure you're okay, right?" You sniffle. Goddamnit.

"Yeah," you croak. "I just… feel bad." Mingyu chuckles.

"I know, but it isn't your fault," he reassures you. It should make you feel better, but it doesn't. You know Mingyu isn't bothered — this sort of thing doesn't faze him quite like it does you — but you still feel anxious and upset. Is this some kind of warning of impending doom in your relationship? Just the thought makes you feel sick to your stomach.

You finally turn your face again so you can breathe more easily and find Mingyu smiling at you, concern still clear in his eyes. The couch cushion feels rough against your cheek, still a bit sensitive from all the crying and being out in the cold.

"I think we have ramen," Mingyu says. "Should I make some? Are you hungry?" Your lower lip trembles as tears start welling up again, and this time you press your forehead into Mingyu's shoulder to hide your face.

"How are you so calm?" you sputter. "How are you not— not upset?"

"What, upset at you? You didn't do anything. And the driver didn't get away with being reckless, so I don't need to worry about that, either," he says calmly. When you only continue to sniffle pathetically, he changes his approach a bit,

"Or maybe I'm just too nice. I still remember when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say I was too sweet for my own good. Maybe he was right."

You let out an extremely undignified snort and lift your head to look at him.

"As if. My dad never said anything like that," you tease. "Plus, 'all those years ago?' It's not like we met as kids or something. We met in college." Mingyu pouts at you, but his eyes glimmer playfully.

"It sounds so much less romantic when you say that," he whines.

"Well, you've always been the romantic one," you retort, but Mingyu is quick to counter you,

"No, no— I still remember that letter you wrote me when the semester was ending, when you said I was the one you'd been looking for—"

"Shut up!" you cry, placing your hands over his mouth. On top of everything else tonight, you don't want to be reminded of your embarrassing confession via love letter from years ago. You'd been a lovestruck student afraid you would lose your chance forever when you wrote that letter, and certainly hadn't expected that Mingyu had also been harboring a secret crush on you that would lead to marriage. It had been corny and sappy all because you thought you wouldn't see him again! Oh, how your actions had come back to haunt you.

You can feel Mingyu smiling under your palms, and it only makes your face get hotter. Eventually, you remove your hands from his face and snuggle up closer to his chest, pressing your forehead into his shoulder again.

"You're so annoying," you murmur, and you can feel the laughter reverberate through Mingyu's chest as he winds an arm around you.

"But you still married me," he says. You smile. It still gives you butterflies, thinking of Mingyu as your husband, still so fresh a sensation. It's only been a year, after all.

"Yeah," you reply. "I did."

Mingyu holds you for a few minutes, gently combing his fingers through your hair as you calm down. Eventually, he broaches the subject of dinner again, now that it's been hours since you were supposed to have eaten.

"Do you want to shower while I make the ramen?" he asks, and you nod. Mingyu gets up off the couch as you sit up and stretch, noticing the lingering dampness in your hair and dress. A shower definitely sounds nice. You start making your way down the hallway, then turn back to face the living room.

You watch as Mingyu attempts to straighten out his crumpled, damp button-down shirt, and smile to yourself.

"Actually," you start, causing Mingyu to stop what he was doing and look up at you out of curiosity. "Do you… wanna join me? It's our anniversary, after all." You can feel your face warming up, but it's worth the slight embarrassment just to see the surprise on your husband's face. Sometimes he can seem so innocent.

It only takes him a moment to snap out of it though, and cross the living room to meet you in the hallway with a broad grin. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you without hesitation.

"That sounds perfect," he says, practically purring, and you let out a surprised yelp when he suddenly scoops you up bridal style. You throw your arms around his neck and lean against him, giggling. As you look up into his face, all your irritation and upset from earlier melts away. Why should it matter if you went to a fancy restaurant or just ate ramen at home? All you want is to be together — that's why you got married.

As Mingyu sets you down in the bathroom, you keep your arms looped around his neck and give him a kiss of your own.

"Happy first anniversary, Gyu." He smiles that big, toothy grin you love so much, the one that makes him look like a happy puppy.

"Happy anniversary, Y/N. The first of many."

It turns out to be a pretty good night, after all.

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macaroonff · 7 months ago

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YAY okay so Can I pls request an angsty comfort fic where Jungwon comes home from practice and he’s already been having such a bad day and then reader says something small but because he’s already upset she makes him cry and she’s rlly confused why he’s having such a strong reaction when he’s not usually the type to. Then she suggests they go for a walk to the park and he opens up to her and they talk things through

Here you go! I really appreciate a good comfort fic and I hope you like it anon! Thanks for being my first request (❁´◡`❁)

We'll be alright- Yang Jungwon

Y.J.W x gn!reader (Idol boyfriend Jungwon)

↳ Wc: 1.9k

↳Angsty fluff, hurt comfort

♪ Jasmine- DPR Live

By the time Jungwon had reached the familiar door to your shared apartment, he could barely feel his arms from the weight of the backpack he had carried, as though the entire day’s mistreatment was packed in that small vessel. If that wasn’t enough, his back hurt from the excessive dance practice, where even Ni-ki looked fatigued from exhaustion due to the demands of their concert a month later. That coupled with how his entire day went wrong didn’t help him. From burning his fingers while trying to make simple pancakes to packing your sports shoes for his practice which- being two sizes too small- didn’t fit him well. Did he still use them? Yes because he didn’t want to hear anything from the choreographer nor waste time looking for another pair, even if it made his ankles hurt. Did his day also get worse when a bird decided his shirt would be the perfect urinal while he was waiting for a cab back home; after his manager left early to drop the others to the dorm while he had to stay in the longest meeting of his life, discussing concert plans that he knew weren’t feasible? Yes, and he quite literally and metaphorically felt like shit.

He had already had two weeks of longer days, with his schedule extending beyond what he was used to, longer than the most arduous of comeback preparations. So far, he was just grateful that he hadn’t collapsed from fatigue and that the worst he felt was due to a few minor aches in his body. But today? Today he truly embodied exhaustion, from the physical aches getting exponentially worse, to his mental capacity being drained. Unlike before, he didn’t even have the energy to pretend like his usually stoic self, his head both empty yet throbbing with the entire day’s happenings, affecting his mental peace. He reaches out a fragile finger to ring the doorbell, taking him longer to press it. He leans his head against the door, from where he can hear your footsteps coming closer, and he tries to smile for you, a tiny one settling on his dehydrated lips. You swing the door open, to which he stumbles a little, but gathers himself placing his backpack on the floor, the temporary weight off of him.

You close the door behind him, and see him lean against the wall, removing his shoes with heavy steps, not even bending down. You take in his detached presence, a frown settling on your face, your previous excitement sinking. Jungwon seems to sense this in your disappointed eyes. “Babe it’s movie night,” your exasperated voice brings him out of his thoughts, “you promised you’d buy popcorn from the store?” you ask him, looking down at his empty hands.

You see him take in a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists before he stretches them out. “Let’s do it another day,” he whispers emotionless, pushing past you as he heads towards the bathroom. You’re stunned by this, as despite the increasing distance between the two of you, he’d volunteered to at least continue with movie nights. At first you’d assumed the distance was because of work, like it always was, but unlike before, Jungwon didn’t come ranting back to you about what went wrong, instead he’d silently wash up and go to bed, no goodnights whispered, no kisses bestowed. It was almost like he didn’t love you anymore. You did consider the fact that you might be overthinking it all, but you’d heard of the 'three year rule', the exact stage you were with him at right now. It was hard keeping such insecurities aside when he barely communicated with you.

Him volunteering to make time for you through tonight’s movie night was what eventually broke you away from those thoughts, and you started bubbling with enthusiasm, looking forward to today after an entire week of planning. If after so many days, he couldn’t even care about popcorn, of course you’d feel as hurt as you currently do. Did it not matter to him at all? Was it just you who was so invested in this activity, or the relationship?

“Do you not love me anymore?” you voice out frustrated. You see him pause, his back that is towards you stiffens. He turns around and you see slow-moving teardrops rolling down his face, to which you’re taken aback. “Jungwon?” you hesitate.

“I really want to freshen up, please,” his voice breaks. You remain silent as you watch him walk away again, confused. You sit back down on the sofa, thinking about everything that could possibly be going on in his head.

You lay your head against the warm cushion and close your eyes. What made your usually patient boyfriend this upset? And what wasn’t he telling you? Did he not trust you anymore? It was now time for your head to be swirling with demoralising thoughts. You hear the door unlock, and open your eyes to see your boyfriend's puffy ones, his T-shirt patchy and wet, which you’re not sure is because of his tears or the shower. “Are you busy?” you ask softly, noticing his eyes shift.

Jungwon felt guilty towards you, and he really didn’t mean to break down in front of you. Furthermore, the fact that you doubted your love meant that there were other underlying issues in your relationship, something he knew the cause for. For the past few weeks, when you’ve been trying to initiate conversation, Jungwon, too depressed and exhausted to say anything, ignored you unintentionally. He felt bad that his work was getting in the way of his love for you, something he promised you, and himself, would never happen. He knew he couldn’t ignore it any longer, and neither could you.

“Not really, I just don’t think I want to watch a movie right now,” he replies, knowing he didn’t have the mental capacity for the thrillers the two of you usually enjoyed.

“Let’s go for a walk then, I think we both need it.” an idea you throw at him, getting up and grabbing your overcoat. He follows you, this time grabbing his jacket and the correct shoes, a matching pair of Converse that he’d bought with you.

Before the two of you had officially started dating, he’d always notice you on his morning walks with Maeum, confident, and joyful, headphones on. From then on, he used your interactions with Maeum as an excuse to initiate conversations, which ended up with him taking you on an official date. Walks were symbolic in your relationship, a dedicated bonding event for the two of you, something you’d subconsciously agreed to.

Like previous walks, you intended for this one to be just as meaningful, glancing at him in between steps. His tears had dried in the cold air, and his own steps, although still heavy, had become somewhat faster. His hands fiddled with the zip of his hoodie, opening and closing it rapidly, and his hair still wet, had drops seeping into his shirt every time he left it open.

You realise how your steps become more rapid as you reach the park, the same one where you’d first met him. You weren’t excited per say, you just happened to walk with more urgency, a sense of foreboding settling in your heart. As your rushed steps get you farther away from him, you feel someone’s hold on your wrist. You look back and see his hand that had stopped fidgeting, gently held on to you. His eyes had softened, and he looked at you concerned. “Slow down love,” he says, breaking the silence that had been a bystander on this walk. He pulls you closer, interlacing your finger as you continue to walk at a slower pace until you reach a bench. Jungwon removes his jacket and places it on the bench, motioning for you to sit. Once he’s sat behind you, he looks at you properly, eyes observing every part of your face, following the noticeable question mark imprinted all over.

“I love you y/n, and I’ve never stopped loving you,” he finally lets out, to which your brows furrow. A part of you is relieved, but also more frustrated, as contradictory as it sounds. You were relieved that he didn’t hate you, and that there was hope in the relationship, but more of you was upset at how his actions didn’t follow that, confused at what made him so disheartened. “Then why have you been so distant? What made you so upset, if not for me?” you ask.

He holds your hand again, taking a deep breath in, releasing a shaky sigh. “Honestly, I’m so exhausted. It’s work that’s got me feeling so muddled. It’s evidently my passion which makes me happy, but at the same time it demands so much of me that there’s none left for me to give to you, or to myself. The past few weeks have been hell, and today feels especially bad. It’s like nothing’s been going my way, starting from burnt breakfast, to the choreographers scolding me for holding everyone else back, to the confusion in the meetings. Everything just feels so burdensome, even though I’m used to it.” he reveals with no pause, letting everything out.

You gulp at this confession, a part of your heart breaking with every word coming out of his mouth. You hated seeing him like this: absolutely dejected. You knew better than everyone how hard he worked, and how hard he tried to make things easier for everyone, reducing their burden, which is why it hurts to see him bottling everything up within himself. You gently put his head on your shoulder, engulfing him in a hug as warm as you can gather. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper, “I didn’t know.”

You can feel him smile, and at the same time he sobs a little, tears now collecting on your coat. “It’s not your fault, I was being so selfish,” he replies in between breaths. You rub circles on his back, trying to ease his pain. You feel him relax in your arms and you sigh. “Jungwon, you know you can lean on me right? Please don’t keep things like this to yourself. Please trust me, so we can go through hardships like this together.”

You hear a soft hmm against your shoulders. He looks back at you, once he’s done crying, and you wipe any tears settled on his cheeks. “How’d I get so lucky?” he whispers as he kisses your eyelids, when you realise that you’d shed a few tears too. You smile, as his lips eventually meet your own. “I’m sorry”s and “it’s okay”s are whispered in conjecture to “I love you”s in between the long kiss, until a dog disturbs the two of you by pawing on your legs. You laugh, and eventually get up. Jungwon stretches as he stands up, his hands thumping his back. “Does it hurt?” you ask concerned. “A little,” he replies shyly.

“We should get back then, I’ll give you a massage,” you offer, taking his hand in yours. “Really?” he perks up at the thought, his voice becoming louder, as he gets more excited, a stark contrast to an hour ago when he entered home wearily. This time you’ll be going back home together, a sense of calm inhabiting the two of you, confident that it’ll be alright.

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belovedmusings · 10 months ago

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Tell me where we are in a fallen star.

Choso Kamo X You X Suguru Geto

Explicit Themes (🚫Minors DNI🚫)

Part five of the 'Two + One' story. Click for story masterlist.

Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and now you have to deal with the aftermath of his drunken confession to want to have kids with you. The only thing is, last night you almost hooked up with his bandmate, bassist and frontman, Suguru Geto. Choso doesn't know, and you're not sure that you want him to. You rejected Suguru and he's in the past now...right?

Relevant tags: sexual tension, thoughts of infidelity, characters with loose morals, sweetheart Choso, smooth-operator Suguru, slow burn, no "y/n" for immersion, reader has no defining characteristics for inclusivity, mild grinding and groping, reader referred to as 'girlfriend'

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: Violet Crazy (DPR Ian), Burning Desire (Lana Del Rey), Glory Box (Portishead)

A/N: I got waaay too busy at the end of the year so apologies for the delayed update but we're back!! enjoy! (no smut but lots of spicy thoughts and imagery ahead)

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You don’t leave your bedroom until Choso has left with Suguru to take him back to his car the next morning. To avoid what would surely be an awkward ‘goodbye’ with the bassist, you simply got in the shower and told Choso not to wait for you. Now, you’re dressed for the day and the apartment is empty.

You look at the stereo that Suguru had played music from last night before you two had danced and almost kissed. It brings butterflies to your stomach and a grimace to your face.

Sighing, you walk into the kitchen and start making yourself breakfast. While you do, you think about how you’re going to talk to Choso.

The whole ‘having kids’ thing he drunkenly brought up last night is still weighing heavy on you. It’s not like you ever were opposed to kids, but right now? It seems too soon. Would that hurt Choso? Or would he even remember that he said all of that?

And then there’s the matter of having almost let Suguru kiss you last night. It seems like everytime he gets close to you, he can’t help but try to cross that line. The worst part is, everytime he pushes and prods, your own resolve weakens.

You run on autopilot through the morning until Choso returns to find you sitting in the living room, half-ass watching your way through one of your favorite comfort shows on the television before you.

“Hey,” He greets softly, locking the door and kicking off his shoes before joining you. His arm winds behind your shoulders intuitively, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “It was weird waking up at a different time than you today. I feel off-kilter.”

The words make your heart flutter. His days are so centered around you that one small disturbance does that much to him?

A pang hits your chest. That just makes what happened last night all the more incriminating. You sigh heavily, fixing him with a fond smile, a tinge of apologeticness in your eyes as you peck his lips.

“It was weird, huh?” You say, laying a hand on his before speaking again. You suppose now is the best time to bring up his words from the night before. “Chos’, do you remember anything you said last night?”

“I…I sort of remember, but details are kind of blurry,” Choso admits, “I think I cried and told you I loved you? I don’t recall much more than that. I hope I didn’t say anything hurtful or do anything to you.”

“No, no of course not,” You say immediately. “It’s just…you said…you said you wanted kids with me. Umm…now, specifically.”

His eyes widen a fraction, and in that small pause, you realize there may have been more truth to his suggestion than you’d previously thought.

“Um,” He says quietly, “What did…what did you say when I said that?”

“I told you we haven’t discussed it before. That we’d talk sober…” you gauge his reaction carefully. He nods stiffly, swallowing thickly.

“…do you…actually want that?” You question after a moment of silence. “I’m not upset either way, Choso, but…I want your honest answer. Do you want kids with me? Now?”

Your boyfriend flounders for a moment, his dark eyes darting from you to the television, to his hands, to you, and down to his hands again as he shifts beside you.

“I…well, I…to be honest, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now…”

You take a breath as it processes. “Yeah? What…what exactly have you been thinking about, in terms of kids?”

“Well, I like the idea of us having a baby together,” Choso says softly, a tender expression on his face. “I’m in love with you, and I never see myself with anyone else. Don’t you want to start putting down roots of our own?”

His hands grab yours, making your heart rate spike. He seems to be serious about this.

“Wait…Choso, you really want a baby?”

He nods. “We’re financially stable and we love each other, what more could we need? We could make a happy home together.”

You have to work hard to stay rational. It’s hard to when your boyfriend is saying such sweet things to you, but you can’t ignore the facts tugging at your psyche.

“Baby,” you begin gently, “I…I am so happy that you want that with me. But I want to be honest too. I haven’t really given kids much thought, and you’re about to get a lot busier with Curse Manipulator. If we had a baby now, I’d be home alone a lot taking care of them alone. You’d be busy with recordings, shows, tours…I don’t know if we’re at a point where we can have a family yet.”

He considers this for a moment before nodding. “You’re right…I don’t want to be an absent father. Neither you nor any of our future kids deserve that. And I also want you with me when we start traveling…I guess I got carried away last night.”

You smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “We can always decide to have kids when we both feel ready, later on. To be fair, you do avoid alcohol because it makes you really emotional. I don’t fault you.”

Your boyfriend laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess I really shouldn’t drink. Sorry you had to deal with me—I felt so bad Suguru had to lug me up the stairs and sleep on our couch this morning, too.”

At the mention of Suguru, you can’t help the warm wave of nerves that tugs at your stomach. The memories of last night swarm your head, and guilt rises up once more.

But you can’t tell him. It would ruin more than it would help—yes, you know that part of this is just making excuses to save your own ass, but telling Choso how you and Suguru feel about each other will only ruin his career and the band as well. You decided last night that you won’t see Suguru anymore. So, it’s water under the bridge now. You’ve stopped it from rising, and no one will drown as a result.

For a neutral response, you shrug and say, “He wasn’t troubled by it. Didn’t seem annoyed or anything.”

“Good,” He sighs, leaning back on the couch. “He’s a really nice guy. Really kind to you, too. That makes me like him more.”

You don’t know if ‘kind’ is the right word to describe how Suguru acts with you. ‘Tempting’, ‘confounding’, or ‘frustrating’ are more like it. Choso has no idea how Suguru makes you feel, nor about just how much you’ve betrayed his trust for the bassist. Sure, physically you haven’t exactly slept with Suguru, but the moments you two have shared, the words between you, the glances exchanged, the touches given and received…it’s still intimacy.

Honestly, now that you’re thinking about it, your mind is still reeling from the kiss you almost had last night.

So many possibilities had stood on that precipice; how would his lips have felt? How would he have tasted? Would he have pulled you closer? Would you have stopped there, or kept going? How far would the two of you have taken it? All the way? And if you did, what would that have been like? Wild and passionate? Hard and fast? Or slow and taunting? What would he have done to further deteriorate your sanity? Would it have been a one-night stand or would you two have turned it into an affair?

Your mind is racing. Each question stirs up another. You will never know, because he is not yours.

Why does your heart sink at that thought?

You denied him friendship out of a burst of self-control—and denied yourself his affection as well. Self-deception is futile; you know you crave him. Like an addict admitted to rehab, you’ve cut off your supply abruptly, and now it seems like the withdrawals are setting in.

It feels like a breakup. The potential between you two will stay as potential, for the rest of your lives. That is entirely unfair. You see your life with Choso, and you want him by your side forever…

But why do you want Suguru there, not instead, but as well?

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Two months have passed since that night after the concert. You and Choso are operating smoothly as normal, and he’s successful as ever with Curse Manipulator.

You haven’t spoken to Suguru at all, nor have you seen him.

Time should have made thinking about him easier, but even after all of these weeks, he’s still on your mind constantly. You miss hearing his voice, seeing his face, feeling his touch. It makes you feel crazy, because you’re still so in love with Choso, yet still infatuated with Suguru at the same time.

Was it the right decision to decline his friendship? You aren’t doing any better than if he was around. The fantasies about him haven’t stopped, and sometimes you dream of him.

On a day where Choso is at one of his brother’s houses hanging out, you’re left to your own devices in the apartment. To avoid going stir-crazy, you decide to just do the week’s grocery shopping. It’s five in the evening and maybe not the best time to go, but you keep spiraling over thoughts of Suguru, so you need the distraction.

The trip is going mundanely, your list amost completed when you’re pulled away from your focus.

“Excuse me. I wanted to tell you that you’re really pretty.”

Your eyes flit away from the shelf of canned goods to land on the stranger, a short man with an eager smile on his face.

“Uh…thanks,” is your reply, unsure what to do.

“You got anyone icing that cake of yours?”

The comment is so out of pocket that you just stare, stunned that someone would actually say that out loud.

“Uh—”

“Sorry I took so long, honey. I couldn’t find the tea you asked for.”

A strong arm wraps around your shoulder, the voice of a familiar man registering in your ear. It’s a straight shock to your heart, and you suck in a breath as you turn your head, eyes landing on Suguru’s tight smile, aimed at the strange man that had been hitting on you. Your heart about jumps into your throat. It’s him.

A flood of emotions swarm you, making your knees go weak.

Play along, your instinct tells you, so you obey.

“Oh, that’s okay…babe,” the word feels strange as a label for your boyfriend’s bandmate.

“Is this guy bothering you?” He asks. You glance at the guy, who now looks uncomfortable. Serves the bastard right.

“Yeah.”

“What do you want with my girlfriend?” Suguru questions the man, who raises his hands in defense.

“Look, man, I didn’t know she was—”

“That shouldn’t matter, right? Whether she was taken or not. She’s not interested,” his tone is firm, and the other man just nods, backing away.

“Yeah, yeah—okay. Sorry.”

He turns on his heel and leaves swiftly, finally allowing you to breathe.

Well…sort of.

“Are you okay?” Asks Suguru, his arm sliding off of your shoulder. You will yourself not to react to the touch as you steel yourself.

“Yeah, I’m good. Uh…thanks, Suguru,” you reply, trying to keep your voice even. You feel jumpy and full of unbridled adrenaline. Where did he come from? “How are you here?”

He chuckles at your bluntness. “Well, the grocery store I usually go to is out of Larue’s favorite tea, so I had to come over here instead.”

“Oh…”

His eyes don’t leave yours, and you can’t look away. He’s even more beautiful than you remember.

“Long time no see,” He smiles half-heartedly, trying for nonchalant, then sighs and cuts the act. “Look, I don’t like the way…we parted last time. I’m sorry for overstepping. I…I’ve really missed you, to be honest.”

So, he feels the same? It’s completely mutual. God, that notion has ‘disaster’ written all over it. But you can’t lie to him. You’ve been deprived for too long.

“I…I missed you too.”

Relief flashes through his eyes. “Listen, I don’t want to never see you again. We can be honest about our feelings without making any mistakes, we’re mature adults.”

You look at him for a moment, taking his words into consideration. You want to agree, and at this point, you know that being away from him won’t solve your problem. You like him, and as he said, the two of you should just accept it without acting on it. Maybe then, the flames of desire will calm to mere embers. You’re willing to try it, anyway.

“Yeah…you’re right. We should have a real conversation about this, shouldn’t we?”

He nods. “Why don’t we finish up shopping here first? I doubt the can aisle is where you want to have this discussion.”

You laugh softly at the quip, nodding. “Okay. I have to get my stuff home to the fridge—we can go there. Choso’s with his brothers right now anyway. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah,” comes his reply, holding up the pack of tea in his hand. “This is all I have, so that’s no problem.”

“Okay,” you nod, grabbing the last item on your list. “Let’s checkout then.”

It’s strange; you never thought you’d be at a grocery store with Suguru. But there you are, paying for your items, probably presenting to all of the strangers around as a couple. It’s domestic, and it makes you feel weird—you don’t hate it. What does that mean?

Especially when he makes a point to carry the bags out to your car for you even though he’s parked somewhere else. It flusters you, but by some miracle, you manage to agree to lead him back to your place since he’s never driven to it from the grocery store.

He follows you in his own car, anticipation filling your veins the closer you get. You’ll be home alone with him, truly this time.

It will be the ultimate test of self-control.

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kpopjust4u · 2 years ago

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Kinkmas - Day 22: Corruption W/ DPR ian

Post Date: 22nd December 2022 Content: Smut - Christian Yu/ DPR ian x Reader WC: 1.2K TW?: Friends with benefits/ Corruption/ Fuckboy!Chris/ Inexperienced Reader/ Reader has vulva/ Princess/ Bondage (Rope)

Summary: Of course, he couldn’t help himself from tainting you with his deepest and darkest desires when it’s a season to be good.

Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list

Another friend-holiday Christmas.

Yet this time, it’s just you and Chris, as everyone is all coupled up and being sickly cute with their significant others. Leaving you and Chris to spend the date that was planned, alone together.

This would be a totally innocent friend Christmas date. You're friends - yes, both single but nothing could ever possibly happen, right?

What else better to do on the day than to watch Christmas films that you’ve both seen multiple times before, and try your absolute best to find another to watch that you haven’t seen.

Regardless, none of the options were standing out for you both.

"Fuck this," Chris sighs, throwing the controller onto the coffee table in front of you both after pressing play on a random Christmas film.

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden frustration, making him side-eye you. Very unimpressed by your reaction to his outburst but that pearly white smile breaks free when he softens up, acknowledging that there was a little comedy to how he went about it.

"So what have you done this week?" You break the ice first after staring into his eyes for a little longer than you expected to, almost getting lost in them as you try and hide your sudden attraction to your friend but this doesn't go a miss by him.

"Oh, nothing really. Just the usual, but I, unfortunately, won't see that girl again. She thinks I was weird for asking her to try something," Chris replies with the most nonchalant face ever.

This was a regular occurrence and you have to be honest, you're never phased when he talks about his experience with girls but you were always curious how he manages to get around like that.

Being relatively inexperienced yourself, you always wonder what it was like to have the chance to be laid by him. It was evident that your interest peaked, fully facing him as you rest your hands in your lap, being ready to fully listen to him whilst the TV plays in the background, "What was it?".

With wide eyes, Chris wasn't expecting you to ask that but is more than happy to share anyway, "I just wanted to try to see how things would pan out if I was in complete control, giving instructions and tying her to the bed. But I guess she wasn't into that stuff".

With every single hair standing up on your body from the slight shyness you're feeling after hearing it, your core starts to ache for attention.

Although, you try to keep yourself composed because you didn't know where you stand with him, "That sounds pretty fun, though!".

Your reply was to sound playful, but the more you look at him, the more you realise that you found yourself being sexually frustrated with him, practically a virgin wanting to be ruined by him.

"Oh yeah? I think it does, we should try it," The teasing in his voice makes your eyes widen to the size of plates as you swallow hard, heart racing until he finishes his sentence, "I'm only joking".

Feeling slightly better but now you feel as though you missed your chance.

It was now or never, make or break the moment as you gain a bit of confidence to get cheeky and playful, "I'm not joking though".

He doesn't even react in a bad way at all, just a smirk extending on his face as he inches closer to you, closing the gap until he's practically hovering over you, "Are you sure you're not joking? Once we start, I don't think I could stop," Chris growls lightly, making you whimper at the sudden change in your friend.

Despite how shy you were, you push through with your confidence, letting him guide you to his bedroom and wait for him to start giving you instructions, just as he'd want.

But not before his lips attach to yours, biting on your bottom lip that gets caught between his teeth and his tongue swipes against yours.

The way he kisses you makes you feel like you're on cloud 9, never would've imagined for it to feel that good but you're in store for the rest.

With gradual movement, his hands slip under your shirt and swiftly removes it from your body.

Remembering what he wants to try, he stops in his tracks as he leans back on his heels, eyes like a predator on you as the smirk just grows even bigger, "Take your clothes off, real slow for me princess".

Doing as you're instructed to do, you can't help but get even hotter to the touch, with slight hesitance in your actions as you remove the items of clothing off of your body, playing them on the floor whilst you await further instructions.

"Turn around, face down and ass up with your hands behind your back, let me see you like that," He growls in a whisper so seductively into your ears, nipping at it before letting you move your body around.

Tying your wrists behind your back and connecting them to your ankles, you hiss at the tightness of the rope, whimpering when he only tightens them a little more and gives your ass a huge smack.

"Look at you, innocent inexperienced you getting tied up. Never thought I'd see the day," He quips, the cocky and teasing voice in full swing as he leans over your back to whisper into your ear again, "You're all mine now, princess".

"Let's see how much of me can you take, huh?" He continues, making you whimper and beg for him to do something with you other than tease you.

But in reality, that just adds more fuel to the fire, making him want to drag this out as long as possible to see how badly you break for him.You sure are innocent, and he knows that.

He knows the very little experience you have, but by god does he want to ruin that innocence that for some reason, you've always tried to hold on to until now? And now, you're never going to want anything, or anyone else.

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fyeahdprian · 2 years ago

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Chan's room ep.176 | Chan listens to mood by Dpr Ian and talks about his music

Uploaded: Sep 25, 2022

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bookishwithathought · 3 months ago

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“Until then, endure, my love. Endure.”

Endurance was the name of the game for both the characters and me as a reader. Dark Age carried many heavy themes, pulling us into the darkest depths of war and the complexities of its consequence. Liberation isn’t pretty or clean. It is messy, it is long and it resides in a world of muddy grey.

Initially I was going to rate it 3.5 stars because there were a couple of deaths that felt wasteful and meaningless, and I very nearly discontinued the book. It didn’t feel like those deaths drove the plot forward. But now that I’ve had some time and distance from Dark Age, I’m able to gain some perspective. Plainly, in war and life, not everything carries meaning. It is a part of the human experience in its most basic understanding. And that is ok. For the visceral reaction Pierce Brown pulled from me alone, the ratings go up 😂

A standing ovation for the female characters. They were the stars of this beautifully chaotic story. Amidst loss, betrayal, grief and rage, time and again the women rose up to meet the challenges thrown at them.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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On the Playlist: LIMBO - DPR IAN

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inarizqkis · 2 years ago

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date me? ;; stray kids x ftm! reader

requested once again by the wonderful @shirodleapier <3

warnings! angst, fluffy, stray kids being kids, reactions!!!!!, individual writings for each member, as always nothing physical is specified but reader identifies as male and presents as male :) also some of them (most) the members call reader hyung, but you can change this or think of it as an endearing term instead, it's just casual :) NOT EDITED 😭

request! stray kids x ftm reader. They always thought reader was born a boy. One day they ask reader to date them, and so reader felt the need to tell them he is trans. So like reader coming out to them. Some Angst since reader fears they wont accept him. But also fluff please!

summary! in which reader has nothing to worry about <3

notes! WHEEEW this took a long time to write but it was so fun :) this is in age order, so it starts with chan, and ends with innie. I LOVED WRITING THIS HWVDUAVSJ sorry please send me more requests 🙏🏻

fem aligned dni

reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)

bang chan:

"wanna go out? with me, i mean." chan asked, nervously, sweating a little bit. he had a crush on you since he first saw you, and maybe he didn't believe it himself until recently. it's not that you weren't attractive, god you were gorgeous. you were like the sun to his moon. chan was a man of action, always getting things done when they needed to be, but around you, he especially wanted to show off.

"ah, about that, i-" you started, and chan got even more nervous, but listened intently, not wanting to interrupt you.

"i need to tell you something. and i really need you to not freak out or hate me." you held his hand gently, and he nodded, confused, gently gripping your hand.

"you know i could never."

you sighed, taking a minute to yourself, before just spitting it out. "i'm not biologically a guy, i.. i was born a girl. it.. took a lot for me to get where i am now, the stares, the hateful comments, dysphoria- and even now, i still get dysphoric. i understand if you don't like me anymore, but-" you rambled, starting to tear up, and chan smiled fondly, before kissing your hand, tearing you away from your thoughts.

"hey, hey it's okay. i understand, and like i said, you could never drive me away from you or make me hate you. all i want is you, even if you come with problems or issues, i'll always be there for you," chan reassured, and you felt a huge weight lift from your chest.

"promise?" you held out your pinky.

"always and forever." chan smiled lovingly, locking his pinky with yours.

lee minho:

"let's go on a date." minho said, and you stiffened, unsure if you heard him right. then again, minho had always been bold around you. he wasn't too different from when he was with his members, but you could tell right away you were never going to get rid of him. like a cat, he was cuddly, kind of quiet, and really liked your attention. the both of you were like two matching puzzle pieces, just.. plus 7 other puzzle pieces, because there was always another member with you both. today however, oddly enough it was only you two alone.

"minho, i need to tell you something first," and alsmost as if on cue, dori, who always cuddled up to you, had jumped up onto your lap. it was almost as if dori noticed your distress, because he started rubbing his head against you.

minho cooed silently, but moved his eyes back to you, furrowing his brows in confusion. "what is it?"

"i'm transgender," you bit your lip nervously, keeping your eyes on dori, who had settled in your lap. "i wasn't born like how i look now. it took a lot of work and effort to get here. if it's too much, i understand why you wouldn't like me anymore."

"jagiya, why would you think i wouldn't like you anymore? i'm not pushed away so easily. even soonie, doongie, and dori love you, probably more than they love me." minho smiled, and stood up, wrapping his arms around you gently, kissing the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair gently.

"i just thought you should know, so if you did react badly, i would be able to get over you faster." you sniffled, laughing softly, wrapping an arm around his waist. you always loved minho's hugs, and honestly they felt safe. he made you feel like you had no problems.

"so, about that date.."

he was home.

seo changbin:

"sunbaenim! let's go get dinner together?" changbin smiled, peeking his head into your dressing room, and you raised your eyebrow. changbin had the fattest crush on you since he saw you perform on the stage after his performance, and he's even collaborated on a song with you once or twice. he loved the fact that you were comfortable being yourself, and were never afraid to show anyone that you weren't easily driven away. he was almost envious of your confidence.

"binnie! you can come in, you know." you smiled. he nodded, and went inside the room, shutting the door gently. you had only half changed out of your stage clothes, and damn the stylist for putting so many accessories on you. you finally took off your shirt, and changbin noticed the light scars on your chest.

"ah, sunbae.. if you don't mind me asking," changbin spoke softly, "what happened there? did you get into an accident?" and you looked down at your chest. you made a face, and gently ran your fingers along the scars.

"ah, these? i'll tell you, but you have to keep it a secret, okay?" you smiled, but internally you were freaking out. how could you let him see these? i mean, better now than later, i guess, but this is less than ideal. you finally got to hear him ask you out, and you forgot to change your shirt first.

changbin nodded, unaware of your internal conflict, and you took a deep breath. "i'm trans. i wasn't born a male, i was born a girl."

"ah, i know someone who is trans too! hyung, have you met..." changbin smiled, and you sighed in relief. changbin didn't judge you, and for that, you definitely swooned. he may as well have stolen your heart, because you knew as soon as he smiled comfortingly, you knew you were in deep. you put your shirt on, listening to him, giving him your own responses.

"changbin-ah, thank you. i was nervous that you wouldn't accept me. i think i really wouldn't have been able to take it if you weren't as understanding as you are." you smiled, offering your hand to help him stand up, and he put his hand into yours. he gently wrapped his arms around you, his face buried into your neck. you weren't tall, but you were taller than changbin.

"you already know me, hyung. i'm weak in the knees for you already. nothing can change the way i feel about you."

you smiled softly, kissing his cheek. "now, what were you saying about dinner earlier?"

hwang hyunjin:

"hyung," hyunjin started, and you turned your head over to him.

"what is it, hyun?"

"do you.. are you single?" hyunjin asked, somewhat bluntly. hyunjin was usually straight to the point, but you had a feeling this was nerve-wracking for him, and it was.

"yeah, i'm single. why do you ask?" you raised a brow slightly, and hyunjin flushed a bit, avoiding your eyes.

"well, it's just.. i like you. i understand if you don't like me back, but i just wanted you to know." hyunjin kept his gaze on his hands, and your breath hitched. you wish that at this moment that at least chan was home, but he and changbin were out at the gym, whilst you and hyunjin had opted to stay home.

"hyunjin, i.. i need to tell you something." you pursed your lips, and hyunjin visibly slouched, ready to get rejected, and he simply looked away.

"if you don't feel the same, i get it. i'm not your type, right? you're not interested in guys, are you?" hyunjin had asked, biting his lip as he kept his gaze onto the floor, holding back tears.

"that's not it! i.. i really like you, but i need you to know something about me. i'm transgender," you blurted, and trailed off softly, picking at your fingers nervously. "i just.. thought you should know.."

hyunjin put his hand over yours, and offered you a small smile. "hyung-ah, you're very brave for telling me. thank you for being you."

"you.. you still like me after..?" hyunjin nodded, smiling a toothy grin, before tackling you gently, wrapping his arms around you as he layed on your chest.

"you're my favorite hyung, y'know. nothing could make me stay away from you. i'm proud of you for having the courage to tell me this." hyunjin murmured, his face buried into your neck, before he leaned up and kissed your jaw gently.

"hyunjin-ah, thank you." you smiled, wrapping your arms around him, and he settled onto your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

han jisung:

"hyung-ah, do you have a boyfriend?" jisung had a crush on you, and didn't know howto ask you out, so he kept practicing to himself in his bedroom. he shook his head, "ah, no that was too direct. hm..."

"jisung-ah, can i come in?" jisung PANICKED. he looked around his room, and shook his head, thinking you could see him, and facepalmed, before tidying up a bit, throwing clothes into the laundry hamper.

"ah, one sec, hyung! don't come in, i'm... naked?" jisung had told you, although it sounded more like a question, and you nodded nonetheless, moreso to yourself.

"okay. i'll just wait outside the door. with this fried chicken i bought for you." you teased. you knew he couldn't resist, since he had just gotten off of a diet where he wasn't allowed to eat fried foods. jisung's eyes widened and he dropped everything and went to the door, takibg a second to catch his breath, before opening the door, smiling.

"you said chicken? marry me, hyung." jisung said, and you swear he had heart eyes for you in that moment. jisung flushed, not meaning to tell you that, and quickly tried to save himself.

"i mean, not yet, anyway, i have to at least take you out on a date first and then we can get married if it goes well for a long time but-" jisung covered his mouth, his eyes wide as he just stared at you in embarrassment. your eyes were slightly widened, as you blinked, unsure of what jisung was rambling about. all you had heard was 'date' and it excited you but also freaked you out a bit too.

jisung whispered, albeit a bit muffled, "too much?" you shook your head, slowly processing what he said, and simply handed him the chicken, blinking in disbelief.

"wait, so you aren't against going on a date with me?" jisung realized after a moment, smiling, looking at you. you shook your head, you honestly had no problem with it.

"no, actually.. except i need to tell you something first." you had said, and jisung immediately felt nervous. he almost wanted to cry and he didn't know if it was out of happiness or confusion, but he simply tilted his head, urging you to go on.

"i'm.. i was born a girl. but i don't identify as one anymore." your voice cracked at the end, as you attempted to blink away your growing tears, unable to look at jisung in fear that he had a disgusted look on his face. jisung groaned, almost relieved, but proud that you had the courage to tell him this.

"ah, hyung! you know i'm okay with that, you scared me! i thought you were gonna say something else!" jisung scolded, pulling you into a hug, kissing your cheek gently, and you laughed, your voice raspy from almost crying

"i just thought it was better that you knew, sung. thank you for accepting me." you mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck. he giggled softly, feeling your hair tickle his neck, but simply nodded.

"of course, hyung," jisung grinned, before guiding you into his room. "let's eat before it gets cold, yeah?"

lee felix:

"pretty boy, let's bake together? i promise to let you have the first taste of the batter." felix grinned, clinging onto you, his arms around your waist. felix was always flirty with you, and you honestly hoped it was because he liked you, but he was like this with the other members, too.

"sure!" you agreed, grinning back softly. you had asked what he wanted to bake, and he simply chirped out, 'cake!' so you decided to help him bake the cake.

after about two hours and your promised first taste of the batter, you finally finished the cake that felix had wanted to bake. when he was frosting it, he wanted it to be a surprise, so he made you sit in the living room. he called you back in after 30 minutes, and you looked at the cake in awe. he had decorated the cake really prettily, with all kinds of purples, greens, and pinks. he had made two frogs on the same lily pad, and what you noticed the most was the writing he had neatly frosted underneath them.

'be my boyfriend?' it had read, and you looked over at him, as he smiled nervously. "so...?"

"lix, i-" you had begun, unsure of what to say. of course you wanted to be his boyfriend, but what would he say once he's found out? obviously he won't freak out over it, but some people don't date trans men. that was your biggest worry, is that you'll push him away from you, and your friendship would never be the same.

felix was freaking out, you had this constipated look on your face, and he was checking his pulse right about now. yup, his heart was beating really fast, and he was afraid he scared you off. he thought you felt the same way, but hey, if you reject him, at least he gets to eat his sadness away with the cake.

"hyung..?" you snapped out of your thoughts, looking into felix's eyes. "if you don't feel the same-"

"no, i do! it's just.. i haven't been completely honest with you. about me. i know you wont freak out about itandhatemebutidon'twantthingstochangesoi'mreallyscaredyouwon'tlikemeanymoreandi-" felix covered your mouth, stopping you from rambling any further. he smiled reassuringly at you, also feeling a bit of relief at the fact that you liked him back, and that he wouldn't have to eat this cake by himself.

"hyung, it's okay. calm down. slowly, okay?" felix said, uncovering your mouth and fixing your hair.

you nodded, sighing, before taking a deep breathe. "i'm trans. i wasn't born a male." you finally spit it out, and felix nodded, understandingly.

"it's okay, you're still and always will be my pretty boy." felix was such an understanding and caring person. your lips quirked up into a smile, and you grinned, burying your face into his neck, pulling him into a hug, your arms wrapped around his waist.

"thank you, lix."

kim seungmin:

"hyung, wanna go out together?" seungmin walked into your room, not bothering to knock on the door. he already knew you were fine with it, anyways. you looked up from your canvas, and saw seungmin shyly looking away, and you could already tell this time was different.

"seung-ie, what'd you have in mind?" you asked, and he simply looked away, face flushed as he mumbled words of encouragement to himself, before telling you where he wanted to go.

"namsan tower..? i wanted to go and put our own locks together." seungmin replied nervously, and your eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"like- like a date?" you tilted your head softly, and he looked at you hopefully, nodding.

"yeah, like.. like a date.. it's okay if you don't wanna go with me-"

"no! no i wanna go, it's just.. i didn't tell you something, and i was really hoping that i wouldn't have to tell you because i was scared it would change the way you see me.." you explained, and seungmin tilted his head. if you weren't so anxious at the moment, you would've cooed because of how much he reminded you of a puppy.

"seungmin-ah, i'm a trans male," you spoke, after a moment, and you swear you could hear your heart beating in your ears. seungmin blinked, somewhat in shock, and you bit your lip, not wanting to freak out or anything too soon, but the silence was killing you. "if, if it's too much, i can give you a minute-"

"no! no i just.. you're so handsome, i had to soak it all in for a minute. you're really pretty, like extremely good looking." and with seungmin's words you knew he understood, he just didn't know how to express it otherwise.

"...so, namsan tower it is?" you smiled, and seungmin nodded, taking your hand in his. you felt him shiver, your hands had always been warm, while his hands were always cold, even if he wasn't.

yang jeongin:

"wanna go to a cafe with me?" jeongin asked, showing you the picture on his phone, and you noticed it was a couples cafe. he tilted his head, looking at you, seemingly unaware of your inner conflicts. you want to go with him, but you had yet to come out to him. you don't wanna hide something that big from him, because what if he wasn't okay with it?

"innie, you know it's a popular couples cafe, right?" you played it safe. maybe he didn't know, and wanted to just go and get coffee. it wasn't unusual for the both of you to go and get coffee together, but this might've been different.

"mhm! there's a first date discount too, by the way." jeongin mentioned, smiling softly, and you had the urge to poke his dimples, but stopped yourself from doing so.

"ah, i see.. are you wanting to go for the discount..?" you asked, and he shrugged.

"eh, for the discount, and i want to take you out on a date. there's really good strawberry shortcake here, i've heard." jeongin completely blew past the part where he had basically asked you out on a date, and you felt yourself heat up, your back stiffening. you sat up on the couch, and looked over at him.

"i need to come out with something.. i haven't told you this because i didn't know how you'd react.." you began, and jeongin immediately thought it was bad. had he gone too far? maybe you were already in a relationship? did you not like him the same way he liked you? were you straight? god he hoped he hadn't messed up everything.

"what is it?... is it something bad?" jeongin asked, and you felt your heart crack a bit, with the way his eyes showed you everything.

"no! no it's nothing like that, i.. i just need to tell you before anything, okay?" he nodded.

"i'm transgender. i wasn't born the way i am now. i just.. i really wanted you to know." you said, and jeongin let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

"hyung.. you were always like this. maybe not physically, but you were meant to be a man. i still like you, if you're worried about things like that. you can't get rid of me easily." jeongin grinned, and you hugged him, to which he returned.

"thanks, innie. for being a good person," you murmured, and he laughed softly, running his hand through your hair reassuringly, before kissing the tip of your nose gently.

"thank you, hyung. for being who you are." jeongin replied, smiling, holding your face gently.

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