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finetastrophe · 5 years ago

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indescribable | ten (nct)

pairing: ten (or aka chittaphon leechaiyapornkul) x reader

summary: in which ten remembers what it is like to dance again or ten feeling some kind of way from your dance

word count: 1773 words (3 more and it would’ve been the year of independence)

warnings: angst(?).

note: i have been writing this for a week or so and it kind of sucks. i just wanted to finish this. uhm, i may or may not be working on another fic that probably would be up by the end of the month so (no promises). btw, this was inspired by an anime that i watched called given. it’s not a complete rip-off, just...inspired. anyways...i apologize for any grammatical errors. please do enjoy.

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Ten was quite bored to say the least. He had been teaching the same choreography for the past few weeks, and now he was evaluating each dancer. It was the same sight, and with that, he sighed. He would occasionally feel some sort of false hope when someone gave some sort of new stylistic touch to his choreo, but to no avail, it always fell short. He sighed once more as he stood from his seat turning off the stereo. He nodded to the students allowing them their leave. After every student had left, he began clearing up the area.

The sound of the door opening did not distract him from his task and he tiredly said, “Did you forget something?”

A startled voice answered, “Oh, no uhm. It’s just that I have this practice room booked. I-I’ll wait until you’re done.”

Ten looked up from his task to see a figure slumped over. He couldn’t get a clear image of you other than the top of your head. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, sorry. I’ll be out of your way.”

You briefly lifted your head shaking your head to indicate that he didn’t have to rush for your sake.

“No,” Ten locked with your nervous eyes. “It’s okay. Thanks.”

Ten picked up his remaining articles that he had brought with him and quietly left the practice room. He closed the door behind him, looking over his left shoulder to see you warming up. Thinking nothing of it, he shrugged his shoulders leaving silently.

“Hey Ten,” a voice greeted him. Ten looked up to see a fellow choreographer, Taeyong, and stopped.

“Hey hyung.” Ten responded. Ten stood still shifting his weight back and forth. “Are you going to prepare for the choreography showcase?”

Brightly Taeyong replied, “Yeah! I’ve been working on this new piece--I think you’ll like it. How are your dancers coming along? Good, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ten said. “I guess things are going well. They know the choreo.”

“Wow,” Taeyong breathed. “You don’t sound all too excited.”

“Well,” Ten tried to justify, “When you see the same thing over and over again, it’s kind of hard to be excited.”

“I guess,” Taeyong reasoned. “But wouldn’t you feel excitement from the new elements that your dancers are bringing. That energy, that aura. Doesn’t that excite you one bit?”

Ten gave a smile in hopes to end the conversation, “Hopefully when the showcase comes, I’ll feel something.”

Taeyong smiled widely, “I think that you will find that the talent this year is incredible.”

Ten nodded and left. He sure hoped that he would find inspiration this year.

Ten had passed you a couple times throughout the hallways of the dance studio. He never paid much attention to you and when he did, he always saw you stretching or warming up. It was just when he left his practice room for a bit, he could hear faint music coming through the walls. It sounded like an original piece, and Ten was curious to see what choreography would fit with that type of music. The music sounded passionate, but it was portrayed in a subtle way kind of like a slow song that built up with different elements to create this strangely beautiful cacophony of sound. Curiously, he took a quick peek to see you seamlessly move through choreography with grace and passion. Shortly after, the choreography ended with you catching your breath. Ten had caught the tail end of your performance but it was enough for him to understand everything--so he thought. He turned away feeling quite disappointed once more.

He knew you were a good performer based on what he saw. He could tell that you cared about your performance. However, for some reason, Ten could hardly feel anything anymore. It was like he was stuck in this hole wanting to get out. The only way he knew how to express himself was through dance--though, right now, there seemed no silver lining of inspiration.

He went back to his practice room looking into the mirror and feeling quite frustrated with himself. He slumped his body on the floor still staring at himself. There were clear dark circles from overworking himself, and his lack of sleep edged through to his performance. He closed his eyes for a bit listening to the music from next door. The music from the other room had stopped, and he heard the faint sound of the door opening and closing. He took a deep breath, stood up, played his song and began. His eyes were trained on his own figure in the mirror. He moved his body to the music with his emotions scattered throughout the room as he executed his routine. Routine--that was a good word to describe his life right now. He landed on his last move with heavy breaths. His chest felt heavy somehow.

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It was the day of the showcase. Ten had been chatting idly with Taeyong about something--he wasn’t really paying attention to the words that hurriedly left Taeyong’s mouth. He focused his energy elsewhere while keeping an interested look on his face. You were in the background quietly going over the step of your routine. Ten couldn’t help but glance at you ever so often. Taeyong noticed and smiled just a bit.

“You interested?” Taeyong teased.

Ten snapped out of it and refocused his attention onto Taeyong. “Who?”

“You know…” Taeyong pointed his head towards you subtly. “Y/N.”

“Y/N?” Ten tilted his head.

Taeyong gasped. “Are you telling me that you’ve been staring at them this whole time and you didn’t even know their name? You do know they are a part of our dance company, right?”

Ten paused. “...right.”

Taeyong scoffed, “You so did not know. Did you even bother learning everyone’s names?”

Ten’s silence explained everything. Taeyong shook his head, “You do know your student’s name, right?”

Annoyed, Ten defended himself, “Of course I know my students’ names.”

Taeyong raised both his hands in mock defeat. “I’m just saying. That’s all. By the way, you should get changed--your performance in ten minutes.”

Ten rushed out of there with Taeyong laughing behind.

Ten breathed heavily as he finished his performance. The crowd's claps were ringing in his ears as he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath before getting off stage to hear the announcer call up the next group of dancers to the stage which were Ten’s very own. Taeyong was there on the side waiting to go on. Taeyong patted Ten’s shoulder as Ten walked past to make his way into the audience to observe his dancers. The music began to play, and his dancers moved effortlessly through the music. Despite Ten feeling uninspired from his dancers, they did an excellent job in executing his choreo which gained points in his books. When the performance was finished, Ten clapped. He was happy that the performance went off without a hitch, but there was still something missing.

The dancers made their way off the stage with Ten giving them thumbs up for their efforts. Then he heard your name. He could see that you were nervous as you were shivering as you walked up onto the stage. You situated yourself at your starting position waiting for the music to begin. The music began. You began moving your body. There were intricate movements from the tips of your toes to the tips of your fingers. Your whole presence was in this performance. The moves were subtle as it reflected the music, but as the music began to build up, there was this fire that burned in Ten’s eyes. He was envious--envious that you were able to convey what he couldn’t.

He bit his lip with his brow furrowed. His arms were crossed, but his whole body unfurrowed when the climax of your performance began. What the heck? He thought as he saw you dance. He didn’t think that the performance that he caught a glimpse of that one day was the same one that was in front of him. It was like that performance that he saw was jacked up to one hundred. Your moves were explosive but controlled and well-refined. It was an unknown feeling bubbling in Ten’s stomach. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t.

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Ten zoned out for the rest of the showcase even missing out on his buddy Taeyong’s performance. Ten knew that he had to confront you. He was backstage frantically looking for you. Taeyong had just come off stage being the last to perform. Taeyong noticed a change in Ten’s behavior.

“Who are you looking for?” Taeyong spoke up from behind Ten.

Ten was still looking for you. He answered, “Y/N.”

“So you enjoyed their performance, huh?” Taeyong smirked.

Ten groaned, “I just need to talk to them.”

Nonchalantly, Taeyong said, “...Something about being in their dressing room.”

Ten took off. Taeyong laughed it off, “I knew he would be amazed by them.”

Ten dashed through the crowded backstage area before he saw your dressing room door. Ten barged in.

“You!” Ten proclaimed. “Where have you been?”

You were surprised to say the least. You cleared your throat slightly scared at Ten’s erratic behavior, “I have been here…”

“No.” Ten shook his head. “I mean, how could you show up on stage, give that performance, and just walk off like nothing happened? Like you didn’t rip my heart out of my chest? Like you are unaware of how talented you are?”

You looked down, ashamed for some reason. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Yes,” exasperated, Ten kneeled in front of you with his head down. “Where have you been? Why...why? I don’t get it”

Feeling like you had to explain, you cleared your throat, but he didn’t look up, “I was never really good at words. I only knew how to express myself through movement when words failed. My parents noticed this and signed me up for dance. I fell in love with it learning to convey my emotions through my dance. Growing up, I never knew how to act or knew what to say so I resorted to what I know best: dance.”

It was easier to talk to him when he wasn’t looking, but after your last word, Ten looked up with tears welling up in his eyes. Feeling awkward and shocked, you offered him a hug as it seemed like he needed it. Ten silently sobbed into your shoulder as you awkwardly patted his back. Ten looked up with teary eyes.

Wiping his tears, “I want you to teach me.”

With a small nod, you accepted his request.

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finetastrophe · 6 years ago

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first inklings (last words) | j.jh

pairing: jung jaehyun x fem!reader (ft. seo johnny)

summary: the first string of events that lead to string of unfathomable murders.

word count: 2.552 (roughly)

warnings: murder, death, blood, family troubles, hints of mental illness.

note: this is the first part to my eight part series. please, if you have any problems with any of the warnings listed above, read with caution or skip this. and concerning hints of mental illnesses, i am trying my best to accurately portray it in a way that is not glorifying it nor dismissing it. mental illnesses are a common thing, sadly, and i have had many close relations suffer from it. the main character (a.k.a Y/N) has always had the intention to kill--i feel like i should address this. this realization will be explored/explained in future parts. i apologize for any grammatical errors. i hope you enjoy!

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The gray prison walls held many stories and kept many secrets. It retained and secured some of the most dangerous criminals to date that should not be let out on the streets again--under any circumstance. The dim, low lights gave Johnny the shivers. He tightly gripped his journal, recorder, and pen in his hands. With all the questions that he compiled earlier in the car, he had a job to do.

The long hallway of death row left an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. The gastric acids churned in his stomach which prompted him to almost throw up. The steady, synchronized, and monotonous sounds of the guards’ steps also kept him on edge. He inhaled deeply and glanced at his watch. 2 P.M. Right on time.

The guards led him to an even more secure area--after necessary authorization--and in the middle of the room, there was a lone gray, metal table. He was guided to one of the metal chairs, and he cautiously sat down. His leg was twitchy, and his foot made that continuous tapping sound. The sound of the gate door opening with the siren and scraping of the metal chair against the concrete floor made Johnny flinch and scrunch up. He looked up.

You stood in front of him. Your hands and feet were cuffed together, and there was a chain that was connected from the foot cuffs to the palm of one of the guard’s hand. You smiled slightly at Johnny, but your eyes told a different story. They were hollow and black, void of all emotion. You were still standing. He pressed record.

The guard urged you to sit down, and you shook off his attempts. The guard backed off.

Grumbling, “I’ll sit down when I want to.” You sat down after one minute and stared down Johnny before laughing.

“I think you know who I am,” you cockily started. “But if you don’t, I’m Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you...I’m afraid I don’t know your name?”

Johnny stared at your cocked head, gulped, and “I’m Johnny Seo from Moon Magazine.”

“I would shake your hand, but as you can see,” you lifted your cuffs, “my hands are tied.”

“I understand,” stupidly Johnny said. It went silent. The sound of his twitchy leg grew louder, and you were visibly becoming irritated.

You sighed annoyedly. “You look scared. Why is that Mr. Seo? Did you not expect to be within a presence of what the media calls a serial killer?” You stated and questioned. “Claim your purpose here today, Mr. Seo. I have all the time in the world. Well, until the end of the week--yes, the media was correct.’

Johnny began to organize his notes; the papers were shuffling together. He grabbed his recorder and placed it directly in the middle of the table. He cleared his throat.

“So why are you here miss...?” his voice was shaking.

“I killed a couple of men. I’m a serial killer.” you deadpanned. “Come on, Mr. Seo. You can do better than that. What are you here for?”

Johnny went to grab the recorder fumbling with it. You moved your hands to reach out for the recorder, and the chains restricted you clanking loudly on the table. His motions stopped.

“Oh, go ahead.” You retracted your hand--noticing his still yet shaky hand. “I don’t mind that everything is recorded. I quite like my voice.”

He took a minute to establish himself. He set down his pen that he had been gripping tightly--his knuckles had turned white. He took a deep breath and relied on his journalistic instincts. He thought deeply about what he wanted to ask you. He was intimidated by your overbearing presence and your nonchalant yet confident posture. He had trouble looking at you straight in the eyes, but for a moment, he gathered all of his courage and looked directly into your eyes. A small, knowing smile graced your features, and in the veil of the bright, artificial lights, you looked out of place. Heavenly almost. He had a surge of pity rushing through his veins. Then he shifted and took notice of the bright orange clothes that adorned your body--took note of your hands, and he was instantly reminded of how many deaths laid in the palms of your hand. He straightened his back, cleared his throat, and listened carefully to the static sounds that his recorder was making.

“What were your first inklings of murderous intent?” he had finally asked.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you smiled. “I would respond with, ‘I don’t have to answer that’ but seeing that I am convicted and sitting here at the current moment, I guess I don’t have any other choice. Besides, I requested you here. If you were wondering about whether or not I am going to lie to you in order to ‘rewrite’ my story, I’m not going to. Now, I would go back a couple of years. He was a nice man...”

Jung Jaehyun had not expected to meet a peculiar girl. You. You were pretty in your own right and had this air about you as if you knew more than what the atmosphere offered. You were there, but you seemed to be in your own world. You were staring at the wall with a red cup in your hand; perhaps, it was filled with an alcoholic beverage, but you refrained from drinking. You nodded your head to the beat of the music that was blasting and making its presence known through the speakers. Then you took notice of something, lifted your back off the wall, and left. Curious, Jaehyun followed you. He was careful enough not to make himself seen. You stopped suddenly in front of a door that he had recognized as the bathroom. The door opened, and you entered the vacant bathroom. He stopped himself and placed himself strategically in the near vicinity. He was waiting for your return. He was processing how he was going to approach you. He was interested.

From afar, it may have appeared to the public and general eye that Jaehyun was coming off as creepy and stalkerish. However, in his defense, he rarely did this. It was just something about you that entrapped him, and he hadn’t even heard your voice! He was waiting for well over two minutes, and you still had not exited. After waiting a couple more, he was impatient. He gave up the opportunity to talk with you and returned to the main floor. He went to retrieve another drink, and as he reached to grab one, he spotted you out of the corner of his eye. It was like you had never left. How did you get there? He approached you. It seemed as if you knew he was going to approach you, but you said nothing. He introduced himself...

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“We met at a party: a college frat party,” you began. Many memories resurfaced and you choked up a bit. “He was nice to look at, and he was very much interested in me. I remember vaguely that he followed me to the bathroom. When I exited, he was gone. I assumed he gave up and went to the kitchen. I threw away my drink....”

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“Hi,” he introduced his presence. “I’m Jaehyun.”

You turned your body so that you were open to him. You smiled slightly and said, “Nice to meet you. I’ll be going--”

He reached out to grab your wrist. That was the first. You stopped, and the hairs stood tall on your skin. You took a deep breath and turned to face him, “Is something the matter?”

You cocked your head, and he found that notion adorable. He thought about what he was going to say and gathered his thoughts together into one massive pile. Seeing that he was not going to respond to you anytime soon, you attempted to tug your arm out of his grasps.

Your motions brought him out of his mind and back into reality. He let go of you not failing to notice the red marks that were beginning to form. He dipped his head in an apologetic manner and watched you walk away.

“Your name,” he had said quietly. “I want to know your name.”

“Y/N.” you had stopped walking. “Anything else you wanna know...”

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“And we got really close to one another. He would make time for me, arrange meetups where we would just talk about anything, and everything was fine. He was my first. He’ll always be my first. He was someone very special to me...my father was someone special to me too, but things fell through. I don’t talk with my father anymore. Hell, he called me to see if what was happening on the news actually true. And when I said that ‘yes. it was’, he asked if it was because of him. I don’t remember was I told him, but if I remember I’ll bring it back up.

“Back to Jaeyhun. We grew to...love each other. Huh, it’s been awhile since I’ve said that word. He showed me a tenderness that no one else had done previously. He had a caring attentiveness like he was actually into me, and I felt like had to return the favor. Crazy, right? Someone like me is capable of loving someone. But that was before. Now I guess it is different. If I had any string of emotions at all, I would probably have felt something of sentimental value when thinking of him. I mean, I did. A part of me still does. It’s just...different. Yea, I think different is the right word. And ever since him, I haven’t been able to feel anything significant. I’ve been emotionally detached these past years. His whole idea changed me.

“But I suppose you want me to get into the heart of the conversation. It doesn’t matter what happened before the murder, right? I’m not supposed to have reminiscing feelings, right? I’m supposed to feel nothing, right? Well, I do--I went to my childhood home with him. I wanted to share a part of me with him. I was anxious. He was encouraging...he always was--”

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There was a calming and eerie feeling about the air around you. It smelled of rotten wood and dead, fragile grass. The sky was dull and there was a musky cloaking surrounding the area. You both walked slowly up the steps of your old childhood home. Weeds had grown in everywhere and took up every part of your old yard. The grass had grown knee-high tall and yellow. The steps were rotting, and creaked with the weight of your bodies. The house was blocked off to the public with two wood planks in the shape of an X. Jaehyun held your hand tightly, and you led him into the house ducking underneath the crossed wood. Once inside, there were many old wood planks scattered around. You kicked one to the side. You inhaled and turned to face him.

“This is where I grew up,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Homely, right?”

Jaehyun let go of your hand, and softly spoke, “This is where you grew up?”

You nodded, “We are standing in what would have been the living room. The T.V would have been over there, next to the window. The couches would be where you are standing. I would be in front of the T.V watching afterschool programs on high volumes trying to block out the shouting and screaming I would hear from upstairs. Don’t worry, they always made up. They loved each other a lot, my father said. And this was home.”

Jaehyun walked closer to you and drew you in for a hug. He breathed in your scent and whispered in your ear, “I’m your home now.”

His words triggered something deep in the back of your mind. That trigger prompted you to go through an old memory. Your father had been hugging you just like this. In the living room. Your mother had gone to the hospital. There was no good news. You were crying--full on sobbing. Your father’s soothing voice and soothing rubs on the back could not calm you down. There was so much going on in your life at this time that made it impossible to retain your emotions. Then he hugged you tighter. Suffocated, you pushed him off of you. Jaehyun flew to the wall. You were hiccuping and crying. Impetuously, you ran towards where Jaehyun was with rage and tears blinding your vision. Your fist collided with the wall next to his head. There was a hole. There was a lot of blood. Jaehyun was scared: he caught a glimpse of a smile. Jaehyun was scared. He wanted to get out of there. He was leaving. You were scared. You picked up one of the wood planks off of the floor. You hit him. He stumbled. You hit him again. He fell. You kept hitting him. The wood broke. It was sharper now. You were tempted. You stabbed him. He stopped moving. You did too. There was blood pooling on the floor. You were tense.Then you realized it. You began screaming. You had to do something.

Leaving the piece of wood in, you dragged him out to the back and outside. The old shed was still there, and you opened it up, finding an old rusty shovel. You left him on the ground. You found a soft patch of ground, and stuck the metal part of the shovel into the soft and fertile ground. You began digging and digging and digging. It was deep enough. You dragged his body. He was cold. So were you. You took out the plank in his back and placed it next to the hole. And you placed him in. He fit snugly. You piled on the dirt until only his face was uncovered. He looked peaceful. You bent down to leave a final kiss before covering his head.

You tightly packed and patted the dirt on top of him neatly. You saw the trail of blood on the ground and used the shovel to turn over the dirt that was tainted with blood. Once you were done, you put the shovel back into the shed softly and held it there. You found the wood that was previously lodged in his back and stuck it in the ground at the head of his grave. This was his tombstone for now.

You laid next to his grave staring at the gray, blue sky. It was almost dark now, and you thought about how much you loved Jaehyun. A pause. What were you thinking about again? You looked towards the building. You don’t know where you were. Why were you laying down next to a pile of fresh dirt? Why were your hands bloody? There was a pounding at the back of your head. It was like a little voice whispering softly. You were confused.

You began walking and saw the blood in the house. A voice was telling you to get rid of it. The voice sounded panicked. On a whim, you decided to follow through with what the voice was directing. The voice was located in your heart.

You shuffled through your pockets and found a wallet. You opened the wallet to see an I.D. Curious, you pulled the I.D out and examined it closely. The picture wasn’t you. Then you looked closely at the printed name. Y/N L/N. Who was Y/N L/N?

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Sudden Change (n.jm) [second part] --> April 19

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finetastrophe · 6 years ago

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the complexity of heartache | l.ty

pairing: lee taeyong x fem!reader

summary: when a childhood gang grows up, there is no consistency left; only growth remains.

word count: 4.027

genre: gang au (but i don’t think you can call it that) slight angst | fluff

note: this is my first fic! sorry for any grammatical errors. i hope you enjoy! p.s. i will find a pic to go with this fic.

you were a part of a gang, but not like your typical gang that dealt drugs, got involved with the law, or in general, did bad things. there was a time when all of that actually happened, and you could refer to that as a time before now. however, you were just a crew that wanted to have fun and enjoy life. everything was great.

your gang had a leader. lee taeyong. he looked out for your gang and did what he thought was best for your gang. he was caring for each of our members: johnny, mark, yuta, and you. you used to have more, but a falling out occurred and the gang was left with the five of you. after the falling out, taeyong’s heart grew cold, and his facade changed.

he always cared though. he was weary whenever any of you guys were out and about on your own. he ceaselessly gave you guys censure whenever you’d talk back, saying things like he’s overbearing and he need to chill. he’d always ignored you guys before coming around and apologize.

you would apologize too, for hurting his feelings. you knew that he was just looking out for you guys and doing whatever he can just so he knows that you were safe. you would be lying if you didn’t do the same for him. and he honestly appreciated that you were looking out for him as well.

and things were set. you’d go on adventures and have fun.

lee taeyong always got lost, however. he was great at leading but never great at finding your home. it was always mark who lead you back because he was terrified of getting lost, then cold.

one day, taeyong suggested that you guys should venture out into the forest, claiming that there was this waterfall hidden behind a closure. mark, being as cautious as he was, left x’s on trees with his pocket knife. he gave you a quick smile before returning to his actions. taeyong glanced over at the interaction, and slowed down his stride until he was walking next to you. he broke his facade just a second to grab your hand and tug you to the front of the group. he kept your hand in his for the rest of the walk.

you reached a hilly land with trees scattered here and there. there was a distant sound of a water crashing down and you guessed that might have been the waterfall that taeyong was referring too. you all sat down next to one of the trees. taeyong sat next to you while yuta, mark, and johnny sat across from you. taeyong’s hand still burned in our hand and you ignored the feeling that it was giving you.

this place was similar but not the same to when you had your whole gang. remembrance of long talks and longing sighs were exchanged there. remembrance of promises and dreams that eventually were broken were created there. remembrance of memories were lingering there. you wondered if taeyong remembered where that place was.

pulling you out of your thoughts, yuta offered you a small snack. you grabbed it from him and began to munch on it. occasionally, you would offer taeyong some and he’d gladly accept it. you sat in silence before johnny broke it.

“so any updates?”

mark was eager to go first, “i found this cool place where we could skip rocks and stuff, y’know. it’s by the pier, near the big ferris wheel.”

mark always started. these updates were a routine: johnny posed the question, mark would start, the rest followed, and taeyong would conclude.

“i think we all know where that is,” yuta snickered.

“and what’s your update, yuta?” mark fought back.

“well, being a man of nature, i found this mountain that i think we’d all would like, especially y/n. i know she likes serene settings to calm her mind,” yuta reported and he casted a small smile towards you.

“i would like that,” you nodded, noticing taeyong’s grip increased. “i’m glad you thought of me, yuta.”

“i mean it’s the least that i could do since i know you miss that--” yuta stopped himself after taking a glance at taeyong’s glower.

“what’s wrong?” you asked yuta, but your concerned focused towards taeyong.

“nothing,” taeyong shook his head, intercepting your question. “what’s your update, y/n?”

“well,” you began, “there’s this creek, a bit up north from the pier. there’s running water and the creek is deep enough to take a dip. i thought it might be nice to swim there. take our mind off thing.”

“yeah, that sounds great, y/n!” johnny responded. “when do you want to go--”

“we can go tomorrow.” taeyong’s voice was firm.

“really?” you were enthusiastically surprised.

“really,” he said, with a shy smile, “anything for you.”

the next day, you were buzzed with excitement. you wore your old ripped jeans--a constant staple--an old baggy tee that taeyong gave you once, an over-sized black bomber jacket, and clunky combat boots. underneath laid an old bikini, bit tighter now, but still hugging all your curves.

you grabbed your house keys, leaving the small abode behind. a helmet adorned your head as you hopped on your motorcycle. revving the engine, you were off.

the cool breeze flew through your hair with no regards to your responsibilities that were waiting for you at home. a genuine smile spread across your face as the adrenaline rushed through your veins. your heart seemed to be in a constant systole as it was beating rapidly.

the meeting spot came into your view and you slowed down your velocity. you hopped off your bike and lifted the helmet off your head. your hair cascaded down onto your shoulders as you greeted the members. they responded with a similar smile, but there was an unfamiliar face amongst the group. a girl, roughly your age, stood comfortably next to taeyong. your heart dropped a bit as you made your way next to yuta. taeyong rarely brought new “members.”

whenever taeyong brought in new “members,” they were always female and taeyong’s fling at the time. he never brought them around a lot, but when he did, it was just to make things more interesting. it never really bothered you before; well, before now.

the girl was dressed a bit more darker. a leather jacket engulfed her body as a lacy crop top was hidden underneath. black denim shorts hugged her hips and a chain was attached to the belt loops, hanging low. her red high top sneakers matched her dark red lip. large hoop earrings hung from her ears while her dark dyed hair with red tips concealed her jewelry. she was gorgeous despite her cold exterior.

you made an uncomfortable shift to which yuta noticed and placed a comfortable arm around your shoulders. you relaxed slightly into his touch while focusing on taeyong’s girl. taeyong’s gaze felt heavy against you guys.

taeyong cleared his throat, “ this is chaebyul.”

chaebyul nodded once before smiling. you all smiled back before introducing yourselves.

“i’m mark, but you can call me mark,” mark started. you stifled your laughter. yuta was laughing into your neck.

“i’m seo. johnny seo,” johnny gave a ridiculous pose, putting two fingers to his temple before saluting.

with his free hand, yuta pointed to himself using his thumb, “nakamoto yuta. yuta if you’d like.” he then gestured to me, “this is y/n.’

you gave a small wave, as taeyong was struggling to figure out what was going on between yuta and you.

chaebyul looked confused. taeyong clarified, “don’t worry--”

“we’re all like this. better to let you see the real us before you actually find out what we do. we’re a gang,” you deadpanned, interrupting taeyong. mark gave a disbelieving look as you had never interrupted taeyong before.

yuta was laughing still into your neck as johnny spoke up, “yeah. we’re a gang but not the kind that you would think. but i got to admit, y/n handles a gun really well. wouldn’t want to be caught in between that.”

“what are you saying?” mark joined in, struggling to hold in his laughs. “she is definitely better with knives. her aim game is strong.”

yuta pulled himself from your neck, “no, no, no. she’s the best at torturing. with her sexy stare and her enticing--”

“hey! that’s enough!” taeyong gave everyone a glare, focusing more towards yuta.

“we’re just kidding,” you shrugged, knocking yuta’s arm off of you. “don’t worry. i won’t pull that stuff on you, unless you ask for it. when are we going?”

taeyong sighed before giving his answer of “now.” you split off into three groups: taeyong and chaebyul, mark and johnny, yuta and you.

yuta and you were leading since you knew the location of the creek. yuta’s arms gripped your waist as you sped down the empty roads. this town was barren and the only excitement that came was when you would venture it.

you all grew up here; you all grew up together.

you passed by familiar houses of former members before heading into the somewhat crowded town. the pier was bustling and people were enjoying their time there. colorful beach huts lined along the board walk, near the food stands. the ferris wheel stood tall, towering over the beach.

“look at that view!” yuta shouted. you turned you head, glancing at the sea that reached the beach by the pier. the water was glistening.

“mark definitely chose a great spot,” you noted. “we should go there next time.”

“yeah,” yuta agreed. “it’s been a while since we’ve been to the pier. ever since--”

“i know,” you cut him off.

you continued on your way, going the opposite direction of the colorful beach huts.

“yeah!” mark exclaimed before jumping into the creek, tossing his shirt somewhere.

johnny quickly followed, then yuta. chaebyul discarded her jacket, while taeyong helped her. you stood off to the side of the creek, taking your hat and your boots. the bomber jacket and jeans were shed, and your socks found their home in your boots. the only thing left on your body was taeyong’s over-sized shirt and your bikini underneath. it was quite cold so you kept the shirt on.

you reached the side of the creek, sitting at the edge of the water. you placed your legs in the water, gaging the temperature. surprisingly, it was quite warm. yuta swam towards you and helped you into the water. taeyong’s shirt floated up, exposing your body slightly.

taeyong’s gaze met your eyes. a smile contrasted the look in his eyes. a dark, sensual desire pooled in his pupils and you stared back with equal intensity. your silent conversation was broken by mark’s calling of your name.

you swam over to him and he greeted you with a wave.

“hey,” johnny intercepted. “we’re going to play a game.”

“what game?” taeyong was now standing next to you.

chaebyul stood closer to taeyong, holding on to his arm. you looked away, switching your focus onto johnny. you felt taeyong’s gaze burn into the side of your head. yuta slowly swam toward you, standing in between taeyong and you. taeyong’s look shot daggers into yuta’s head. johnny cleared his throat, sensing the tension. so much for getting your mind off of things.

“erm, i think it’s a game that y/n is particularly good at,” johnny explained. “see, i made a bet with mark that y/n can hit all of the targets--or in this case x’s--right in the center.”

“and i betted that y/n can hit every single target right in the center and knock my shirt off that branch,” mark stated his side.

“so this whole game--well, i guess bet--is based on whether or not i can hit mark’s shirt out of the tree just so mark doesn’t have to do it? so what’s the prize?” you asked.

“well,” johnny started, before mumbling something like ‘i’m not sure if you’re going to like this or not’. “like if you don’t knock mark’s shirt out of the tree, mark will be shirtless and i get a kiss. and if you knock it out, mark won’t be shirtless and--”

“he get’s a kiss,” you finished. “why a kiss?”

“i mean, we’ve always wondered what your lips feel like...y’know?” mark shyly shrugged.

you thought about it for a good second, before agreeing. it’s just a harmless kiss, right?

yuta whined, “i wanna play too.”

you playfully shoved him. taeyong on the other hand disliked the game.

“isn’t there another prize that she could give you...other than a kiss?” taeyong tried to reason.

“it’s just a harmless kiss,” you shrugged.

“don’t tell me you haven’t wondered what her lips felt like? i mean, we all have. she is the only female in the group,” yuta passively said.

well, taeyong was the only one who knew what your lips felt like. this was when you still had everyone and you were children. everyone was gossiping about their first kiss, but taeyong and you were the only ones who hadn’t kissed anyone yet.

“so,” he begins. “ you haven’t kissed anyone yet.”

‘what’s it to you?” you sigh heavily. “no one wants to kiss me.”

“i haven’t kissed anyone either,” he confesses. “do you want to be each other’s?”

you turn towards him, nodding. he sit closer to you. he holds your hand, before tilting his head to the right. you follow suit, leaning closer. your eyes flutter closed and you feel his lips lightly on mine. you stay this way, not moving an inch. you pull away at the same time.

“thank you,” taeyong breathes.

“taeyong,” you looked at him. “it’s just a game. why are you so worked up?”

he huffed, “okay. play your game.”

mark and johnny cheered.

“so what am i going to hit the targets with?”

“we thought that you could use mark’s pocket knife, but he only has one and we would have to constantly go and get the knife from the trees. so we decided for you to use a bb gun,” johnny clarified.

“and where is this bb gun?” taeyong grumbled.

“right here!” mark pulled out a small bb gun from his pile of discarded clothing. the pile that was missing his shirt.

“you were carrying that the whole time?” chaebyul asked incredulously.

“i carry it everywhere,” mark shrugged.

“we don’t carry real guns anymore,” yuta explained. “i mean we used to but things changed and now we don’t.”

“many people were hurt and we promised not to carry real guns or do drugs anymore,” johnny continued. “and now we do things like this.”

mark handed me his bb gun. he explained that there are five targets total. you saw the first target and aimed. shot. bingo. smack dab in the middle. you moved on the rest. before you attempted to hit the last one, taeyong spoke up.

“i bet that you can’t hit it without looking.”

“and if i do,” you challenged.

“you continue with their game, playing by their rules. but if you fail to hit their target, you kiss me.”

“deal.” you accepted. you aimed once more before looking away; your focus was dead-center on taeyong’s face. you pulled the trigger. you watched the escalation on his face morphing into disappointment.

“you actually got it,” he whispered.

“that was amazing!” mark shouted, interrupting the moment that you and taeyong were sharing. “now get my shirt out of the tree.”

“you’re unbelievable,” you laughed. “you want me to shoot it out?”

“here,” chaebyul handed you a rock. “use this instead.”

you nodded your head in appreciation, gripping the rock firmly in your hand. you aimed the rock at mark’s shirt, angling it more toward the fabric that was hanging off the side of the branch. your projectile was perfect with enough force that the rock landed in the hanging fabric of the shirt, pulling the rest of it down to the ground.

“i guess mark won.” you shrugged.

mark looked over to you in anticipation, fluttering his eyes closed. you made your way towards him, leaning in.

“hey!” mark’s eyes shot open.

taeyong’s eyes were trained on the mere millimeters between your lips and mark’s cheek. mark turned suddenly and you felt his lips pressed against yours. you yelped, quickly pulling away. mark blushed while turning away as well.

you distanced yourself from mark, and to that, taeyong announced that it was time to go. taeyong’s gaze lingered on your figure as you hopped out of the creek.

“that was amazing, y/n!” chaebyul admired.

“thanks,” you shyly smiled, tasting your ice cream.

after the creek, you all decided to go for ice cream which was suggested by mark who seemed to be in a good mood.

“where did you learn to shoot like that?”

deciding that you could trust her, you sighed. you went into the details about how your gang was formed, and what exactly you did. there was a time were you had to know how to defend yourself, and your gun was the perfect partner. you went on about how you had to learn how to hold a gun properly by yourself, and how you spent countless days training your aim. you were getting really into the conversation and taeyong took notice of it. he kept sparing you glances. when you had moved on to another topic, he had called you over to talk with him.

“hey,” he started softly. “what’s up with you today?”

“what do you mean?” you crossed your arms.

“i mean, you seem different.”

“nothing’s different. i am still me.”

“when did you and yuta get so close?” he switched gears.

“we were always close--why are you asking me all of this?”

“just answer my questions,” he demanded. “it just seems that you and yuta are closer now.”

“what about her?” you fought back.

“who? chaebyul? we’re just friends.” he stated.

“then yuta and i are just friends. this conversation is over.”

you began to walk away from where he was standing when he grabbed your hand. he pulled you close to him.

“let go of me, lee taeyong!”

“no!” he refused, “until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“you’re the problem.” you stated. “i can’t do this anymore.”

you pushed him away and began to run--somewhere far away from there.

you kept walking in the dark. the only signs of light were emitted from the pier and the ferris wheel. you passed the colorful beach houses that did not seemed as vibrant as much as they did in the sunlight. your feet were aching and you instantly regretted now leaving your bike at the ice cream parlor. the cooler air nipped at your nose and you tugged your jacket closer to your body. the night was quiet except for the sound of the rolling waves that hit the shore of the beach.

you were left to your own devices which were only your own thoughts. taeyong, lee taeyong. you didn’t know when things changed--probably around the time everyone left--but you became closer with one another than before. he was looking out for you even when he didn’t have to; he looked out for everyone, but he payed special attention to you. he always held your hand, but refused to let others hold you hand. you’ve liked--no, loved (as cheesy as it may be)--for a long time.

and it was the simple things that won you over. his small smiles that were directed towards you. the subtle warmth he would provide you if you were cold. his defensiveness and need to protect you when someone would badmouth you. the constant admiration of you as a human being was a rare find.

you felt stupid for pushing him away, but at the same time, he was equally in the wrong. gah! it was so confusing. you should have stayed before impetuously running away. you should’ve stayed to talk about your problems and why you were acting that way. everything would be clear, you supposed.

but the moment that you saw him with her, a switch had turned on. there was this complex feeling embedded in your heart. heartache. it felt unnatural. the only other time it occurred to you when you lost the rest of your gang. you guess you lost him when you saw him with her.

you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face as you were far from the beach houses and more toward unknown, yet familiar land. you climbed through a greenery that slopes up. your feet were heaving your body up a tall hill with several trees surrounding it. once you reached the top, you sat down, staring out at the view in front of you. the waters that hit the shores of the beach wrapped around and crashed onto the shores of the meadows. the sound of the waves calmed you down, lulling you into a peace.

it was this place where you all used to hang out before things changed. the good times coincided with all the bad times, but at this hour, you could only remember the good times. laughing and singing songs that you all enjoyed as you all swayed back and forth together. A constant, yet loving teasing occurred here as well as constant cold bickering. the signs were apparent, and the only memories left were the five of us.

you laid back and enjoyed watching the view. you wondered if taeyong remember this place. after the incident, he did his best to remove this place out of his mind. and you guess that he did his best removing you out of his head too.

“hey.”

maybe you were wrong.

“hey,” you said not bothering to look at him.

“i just wanted to say sorry for what i said earlier. i shouldn’t have said anything.” he took a seat next to you.

you sighed, coming to terms with everything. “no. it’s okay. i shouldn’t have overreacted. i’m sorry too.”

“this place, huh?” he tapped the ground. “it’s been awhile.”

“yeah, it has.” you agreed.

it went quiet for a while.

you blurted, “i miss them. i know i shouldn’t because of everything, but i miss them.”

“i miss them, too.” taeyong confessed. “after they left, i was scared that the rest of you would leave too. and then i would be alone again. i was scared that you guys would want more than this old town like they did. it was silly of me to think that everyone would still share the same dreams after so long. i mean, we’ve known each other basically all of our lives.

“but you stayed. you stayed despite the fact that you were offered something more than this life offered you. you could’ve gone and done wonderful things, yet you chose to stay with me. and for the longest time, i wondered why on earth is this amazing person choosing to waste their future with me. you suddenly became so important to me. i refused to let you go. so i selfishly kept you shelter, not really wanting to let you go or let you run off with someone else. that would’ve broken my heart if you did; i don’t think i would’ve been able to recover actually.”

you took a deep breath, “you became a part of my future, taeyong. i could never leave you. and i was confused. but then i saw you with chaebyul and i became scared that i was going to lose you. you’re my everything, honestly.”

“y’know, earlier i was telling the truth: chaebyul is just a friend. i thought that if i brought her i could forget about what i was feeling for you. but then you got closer to yuta, and my plan backfired.”

“and what did you feel for me?”

he looked you straight in the eyes, “i love you, y/n.”

you both leaned in, your noses touching slightly. his lips molded against your in perfect harmony. his hands cupped your face gently. you both pulled away, and his thumbs caressed your cheeks. your noses were still touching.

“i love you too, taeyong.”

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