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rubyreduji · 1 year ago

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eat your young | the before pt 1

tags: hunger games!au, gn!reader warnings: mentions of death, corrupt governments, depictions of poverty, mentions of sickness, parent loss wc: 5.6k an: if you wanna know the characters ages then you can look at the run down sheet i've posted here

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It’s too hot out to be standing in the direct sun for so long in your opinion. Especially with everyone crowded together in one area, but it's not like anyone can do anything about it. It's the reaping. Everyone will stand here until two innocent kids are sent off to slaughter.

You shift a bit in place, your feet already hurting. You wish you had on your works boots instead of the dress shoes your father forced you in to, but you learned years ago this is not your battle to fight.

Everyone stands waiting in relative quietness as things get set up and more and more people sign in. You stand in the back section next to your best friend Joshua, but the two of you don't talk. Your face is hardened as you stare at the Justice Building. Right in front of it is the group of the youngest kids. They stand in their group all fearful and jittery. The heat probably isn't helping their nerves.

You can't pay them too much mind though. They're not the ones with their name in the bowl thirty-nine times.

There are five seats on the stage. In a row sit the mayor, the Capital representative, and the past victors Lee Jooheon, Hirai Momo, and Kwon Soonyoung. Once everyone has finished packing into the square and the clock hits the designated start time, the mayor gets up and starts to talk. He does the usual speech on the history of Panem before introducing the victors of District 7.

Jooheon is a middle-aged man who nobody really sees besides during the games, and that's only because he is required by the Capitol to attend. From what you know he carries a serious attitude and doesn't take anyone's shit. He's the oldest living victor District 7 has though, so everyone respects him.

Momo is a beautiful woman in her early thirties who tries her best to stay positive and do as much community work as she can. She's well liked by everyone she meets, in the districts and in the Capitol. She won her game at fifteen by pretending to be weaker than everyone else until she was one of the last one left, and then took the others out by surprise.

The most recent victor is Kwon Soonyoung. He's a twenty year old boy who won just two years ago. You're not close to him by any means, but you're definitely not strangers. He's a joyful personality and you and Joshua have a theory it's because he's trying to cover up the pains from his time in the games.

After introducing the victors, the mayor goes on to introduce the Capitol representative. Kim Jennie. She's new this year. At least she's easier to look at than the previous escort. He was a sleazy man who reminded you of a weasel. He was creepy and always had a sinister smirk on his face during the reapings. You hated him.

Jennie starts to talk. She is putting on that fake persona you despise from Capitol citizens. She goes on about how she's "so honored to be able to represent the Capitol" and how she can't believe she's "working with the brave tributes of District 7 who are serving their country" and that she "can not wait to bring two new tributes to the Capitol with her". You're sure she doesn't have a single thought in her brain that the Capitol didn't implant into her. She knows nothing about the true nature of the games and the real reason they exist, the horrors that are hidden behind them. No to her it's just all a game, one she gets to sit back and enjoy watching.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." Her voice is starting to get on your nerves. "Now, to pull the first name."

Jennie moves to the large bowl that sits off to the side of the stage and pulls out a single slip of paper before walking back to the microphone. She eagerly unfolds the paper and leans into the mic. "L/N Y/N."

You don't move at first. It takes a moment to even recognize that it was your name that was called. For a second, you feel Joshua gripping onto your wrist, almost telling you to stay, but then he lets go and you start to walk up to the stage, like you're on autopilot. You're standing right on the edge of your section, so you don't have to pass anyone and see their looks of pity. Good.

Before you know it, you're on stage, staring at every face in the district. Jennie is gesturing to you. She has pink hair and a matching pink dress that looks like planet's rings surrounding her body. It's ugly. For a moment, before she starts talking, Jennie looks intimidated by you. You get that a lot.

"Do we have any volunteers?"

No. Not that you're surprised. Nobody volunteers in District 7, let alone for someone like you. Everyone in Seven already thinks you're capable of winning the games, why would they risk putting someone else in?

When you turned twelve you and a couple other kids started to do Hunger Games training on your own, picking up skills you saw in previous games. You've always been one of the best at, being able to fight and picking up on survival skills. Over the years you've built up even more skills working with your axe in the woods. You're grateful that you belong to a district that has a trade that's useful in the arena.

You look out at the crowd and your eyes land on the closest familiar face you see, which just happens to be your little sister in the middle of the crowd, standing with the other fourteen year olds. You lock eyes. She has tears in her eyes and her lips are quivering a bit, but she looks like she's trying to keep composed for your sake. You're grateful for that because if she started to bawl, you're sure you won't be able to keep your own composure.

You're knocked out of your stupor when Jennie is talking again. "What a brave young soul. Now for our next tribute." Her heels clack against the concrete of the Justice Hall's stage as she walks back over the bowl, pulling out one more slip.

The energy of the crowd is tense as Jennie brings her lips up to the mic. "Lee Jihoon."

You start a bit at the name. Jihoon? There’s no way she just said Lee Jihoon.

You hear commotion from behind you and you suddenly remember that Soonyoung is best friends with Jihoon. That's a tragedy for them. It's even more of a tragedy for you, because now you know what tribute the mentors are going to be rooting for.

"Lee Jihoon."

Jihoon feels a chill run down his back. Shit, that's him, isn't it? Jihoon can already see the fit that Soonyoung is throwing and he starts to make his way to the stage. His legs feel like they're about to give out from under him and he nearly trips on the first step up to the stage.

He makes eye contact with Soonyoung as he finally makes it to the top step. Soonyoung looks panicked and Jihoon has the urge to reassure him it's okay, even though it's not. Jihoon can't comfort his best friend though because Jennie is pushing him towards you.

"Shake hands."

Jihoon reaches his hand out to you and it takes you a moment to register the act and do the same. Your eyes pierce into Jihoon as you shake his hand. Your grip is firm and it intimidates Jihoon a bit. Unlike most of the kids in District 7, Jihoon doesn't work in lumber, so he doesn't have the skills like the lumber kids do. Jihoon has always been an artisan, rather than a woodsman.

Jihoon is too entranced by you to realize that Jennie is presenting you both to the crowd. "Our District 7 tributes!" Nobody claps. It takes Jennie a little too long to realize that.

The ceremony ends and then you and Jihoon are ushered into the building and into separate rooms. It's a sitting room with a nice couch being the main focus. There's art on the walls and a few other chairs scattered around the room.

Jihoon sits down on the couch and runs his hand over the velvet upholstery. He's never felt something so nice before and he wonders if District 8 kids helped make the fabric. Jihoon is still distracted by the couch when the door opens and his mom and dad walk in.

Seeing them makes Jihoon's stomach churn and the weight of the situation finally starts to set in. His mom's eyes are wet with tears and his father doesn't look too far behind. This is most likely Jihoon's last time he'll ever see them and he can't find any words to say to them.

They just sit together and enjoy their last moments together before peacekeepers come to take them away. Jihoon hugs both of his parents tight and tells them he loves them before they're gone for good.

The next person who walks into the room is Jihoon's only other close friend who isn't Soonyoung. Beomju is probably the only other person in District 7 who cares about music as much as Jihoon does and they spend long days together just working on songs.

"Jihoon-ah, I'm sorry this is the situation you've been put in." Beomju is older than him and aged out of the reaping drawing a few years ago.

Jihoon just nods. He wants to tell Beomju that he's sorry he can't write music with him anymore. He wants to tell him that if anything happens to him, to keep writing music. He wants to tell him where he keeps his music journal so maybe his music can carry his memory on after he's gone. He wants to tell Beomju that when he's scared in the arena, he'll think of their songs to calm him down. None of those words come out of his mouth though. Its's like his whole throat is closed up, but Beomju still seems to understand. That's always been something Jihoon appreciates about him.

Beomju leaves Jihoon with a nod and a good luck and then he too is gone. Nobody else comes into his room after that and it's not long before a peacekeeper is coming to escort him to the train. You're already standing outside of the rooms when Jihoon exits his. There's a scowl on your face but your eyes are red like you've just finished crying.

L/N Y/N. Jihoon doesn’t know you too terribly well, but he does know you. You live in the poorer part of the district, working as a lumberjack with your dad. You’re smart, always towards the top of the class with your grades. Jihoon sings in the choir with your friend Joshua. You’re killer with an axe and Jihoon doesn’t fail to see the irony in that statement. You’ve had a few run-ins with some peacekeepers for one thing or another, but you’re generally well liked by the public.

You can be gruff at times, but you make up for it with your overall caring nature. It’s no secret that in your free time you do woodworking, either carving figurines or building things like furniture. You help take care of your family and the people in town. It’s commendable.

It's a bit embarrassing, but Jihoon can admit that you do intrigue him. You’re a year older than him and you’ve always been a big personality, someone that everyone knows. You two are at two ends of the spectrum in District 7. You’re well respected, a helpful citizen, and skilled in many areas. Jihoon is none of those things.

Jihoon’s only interacted you with a handful of times but every time he does, he’s enraptured by you with your strong hands and woody smell and attractive face. Jihoon’s feelings for you fall somewhere between intimidation and admiration.

Neither of you say a word as you’re taken to the train station. When Jihoon boards the train the first thing that draws his attention is the meticulous interior design of the train car. The second thing he notices is the people inside of the room already. The escort and mentors are all sitting around, most likely waiting for you and Jihoon to board the train.

“Great, you guys are here!” Jennie stands up at the sight of you two. “We’ll be in the Capitol by morning so go get cleaned up and I’ll come and collect you two for dinner.” Jennie guides you and Jihoon to where your rooms will be and leaves.

Even just on the train, the room is nicer than Jihoon’s at home, and he lives in the nicer part of the district. The bed is large and dressed in heavy, soft looking blankets. There’s a bathroom attached to the room and there’s an actual shower inside. Jihoon has been sweating from standing out in the sun all day and he sheds his clothes and steps into the shower.

The water pelts down on his skin and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt something feel so good before. There’s a wide arrangement of soaps and shampoos to pick from and Jihoon takes his time cleaning himself up. If he’s going to die in a few days, he can at least enjoy himself now.

His skin is red from the heat of the water when he finally steps out of the shower. There’s a machine that blow dries his hair for him and he dresses in a soft pair of pants and a t-shirt in the closet of the room. Even though Jennie hasn’t come to tell him it’s time for dinner, Jihoon wanders out of his room and into the living room like compartment.

Sitting on a chair is exactly who he’s looking for. Soonyoung looks up when Jihoon enters the car. His face is riddled with a look that’s mixed between distress and relief.

“Jihoon.” Soonyoung stands. Jihoon walks closer and allows Soonyoung to pull him into a hug. Jihoon buries his face into Soonyoung’s chest and finally allows himself to let go, tears finally starting to prick behind his eyes.

The arms of his best friend wrapped around him bring Jihoon a bittersweet comfort. It takes Jihoon a few minutes to recompose himself as he sits down in a chair next to Soonyoung’s. The chair is plush and it dips down when Jihoon puts his weight on it.

“I would have volunteered for you if I could,” Soonyoung says and Jihoon knows he means it, but Soonyoung has already won his games.

“It is what it is,” Jihoon says with a shrug. “I just have to hope for a quick death.”

“No!” Soonyoung nearly tackles Jihoon out of his chair. “You have to try and win! I know you can do it. I was your age when I won and with me as your mentor, we can do it. You can’t give up already.”

“Soonyoung, I don’t stand a chance out there. You know that.” Jihoon loves to live in his delusions day by day, but this isn’t one he can believe in.

“But I need you.” Soonyoung’s voice is no longer loud and desperate, but rather soft and melancholy. Jihoon doesn’t know how to respond. That seems like a common theme today. He can write song after song about everything and anything under the sun, but ever since his name was drawn from the bowl, he’s been rendered speechless.

“I can only do my best,” Jihoon finally settles on.

“You do your best, and I’ll do the rest,” Soonyoung says. “I promise we’re going to make it out of this.” Jihoon doesn’t skip over the fact Soonyoung says we’re going to make it out. We. A team. Jihoon and Soonyoung. This is just as much as a fight for Soonyoung as it is for Jihoon.

“Boys! It’s time for dinner!” Jennie pokes her head into the room before leaving again, most likely towards the dining room.

Soonyoung still looks disgruntled but stands anyway. Jihoon follows and they walk to the dining room. All of the mentors are already sitting there, the only person missing is you.

The first course has already been served by the time you make your way into the dining room. It’s a crazy idea to Jihoon that the people in the Capitol eat multiple courses, but he decides to take advantage of the fact and eat as much as he can. Jihoon watches you as you eat. You tend to pick more of the protein filled options and Jihoon wonders if it’s a tactic to help you further in the games.

It’s no surprise that the games have already started. From here on out, Jihoon won’t be able to rest until he’s dead. Literally.

At last dessert makes it to the table but Jihoon is too full to even touch it. You turn your nose up at the treat as well and Jihoon doesn’t know if it’s because you’re full or because you don’t want to put that much sugar into your body.

Before Jihoon can dissect your eating habits even more, Jooheon starts to talk. “So, what are we working with this year. What skills do you guys have?”

Jihoon doesn’t respond. He doesn’t have any skills. At least not any that could help in the games, unless the arena is a stage and they have to sing to survive.

Jooheon looks at you two expectantly but neither of you say a word. Jooheon sighs. “I’m trying to help you guys, give me something. You, kid, do you use the axe?”

You nod. “Yeah. I have some basic survival skills and I can fight, both hand-to-hand and with the axe.” You’re strong too, from lifting wood and swinging an axe all day long, Jihoon thinks, but he doesn’t say that out loud.

“That’s a good start. A really good start. Once you start training keep working on those survival skills, but don’t let anyone see you use that axe until it comes to evaluations.” You nod only as Jooheon advises you. Jooheon then turns to Jihoon and Jihoon feels like sinking into his chair and disappearing forever. “And you?”

“Don’t worry about him,” Soonyoung interjects. “I can take care of him.”

“Soonyoung, we’ve talked about this. We’re a team and we have to work as one.” It’s Momo who’s scolding Soonyoung.

“I hate to interrupt, but the reaping recap is about to start broadcasting,” Jennie informs the group. It’s clear the conversation isn’t over and Jihoon assumes the mentors are going to finish it later, in private.

Everyone moves to the train car where Jihoon originally found Soonyoung in. The broadcast has already started but it’s just the introduction stuff. Jihoon’s attention is peaked when the reapings start.

Like always, the careers look threatening. It’s more intimidating to see them on the screen knowing that Jihoon will have to face them in the arena in a week. The most prominent career is a tall boy with a large build from District 4, Kim Mingyu. He has to be a foot taller than Jihoon and just thinking about it makes the shorter boy sick.

Jihoon cringes when the District 7 footage plays. You looked so strong and sturdy when your name was called and as you stood on the stage. The only time even a flicker of emotion was shown on your face was when…Jihoon’s name was called. In all honestly Jihoon thinks it’s probably because he looked like a clumsy deer in the headlights as he walked up to the stage. It’s embarrassing. It’s even more embarrassing to watch himself as he’s forced to shake your hand. He definitely stared you at way too long. You look like a statue on stage, hardened and beautiful. It’s clear from even just a glance that out of the two of you, you’re the more promising tribute. It makes Jihoon’s gut twist knowing that your skill assets are miles ahead of his as well.

The youngest tribute this year is a thirteen year old boy from District 12 named Lee Chan. The other District 12 tribute, Chwe Hansol, isn’t much older being only fourteen. It makes Jihoon frown as he watches them stand on the stage, visibly shaking with fear. The two seem to be close and it makes Jihoon’s heart ache even more.

The broadcast ends and Jihoon feels even worse than he already did. The whole situation feels like it’s crawling up his throat, threatening to spill out with all of his dinner. Jihoon is grateful when Jennie sends everyone off to bed.

“It’s getting late and we will all need as much rest as we can get in the next week. Tomorrow we’ll be in the Capitol and the opening ceremony will commence,” Jennie tells the group. She then moves to make her way to her own compartment. “Happy Hunger Games!”

You can’t believe your eyes as the train pulls into the Capitol. The buildings reach up into the skies and you don’t think you even knew this much technology exists. You hear the Capitol citizens screaming before you see them, and you have to back away from the window when you do. They’re terrifying. Not just their presence, but their actual appearances. If you thought Jennie was bad, they’re ten times worse.

The train finally stops at the station where you and Jihoon are quickly whisked away to the remake center. You don’t know what you were expecting when you showed up, but it definitely wasn’t being scrubbed, plucked, and prodded at by a team of strangers.

You’re honestly a bit disturbed by the time you’re left alone in the room. You already feel uncomfortable from how raw your skin is, but you know it’s only going to get worse from here. Another thing you’re not expecting is for a handsome young man to walk into the room.

He’s tall with a smooth face and blue and purple hair. There’s black makeup smudged around his eyes and his eyes are a bright blue that cannot be his natural iris color. Other than that, he looks normal. He’s wearing a flowy sheer shirt and tight pants and he looks at you up and down before speaking.

“You want to robe?”

You nod and the man hands you a soft robe to cover your naked body. You wrap yourself in it before sitting down in a chair opposite of the man.

“I’m Minghao, I’ll be your stylist while you’re here in the Capitol,” he tells you. “My friend Junhui will be styling your district partner. Our goal is to make you two look desirable. You want sponsors and we’re going to get you them.”

“You two are new this year,” you say, instead of addressing anything he said.

Minghao nods, though he looks a bit surprised that you know that. Despite having a large disdain for the games, you do keep up with what happens in them. “The old stylists were…outdated. We want to elevate your looks and focus on lumber, but not just as raw trees. Would you like to see what you’re wearing for the parade?”

The garment is beautiful. The construction is made out of a mix of paper origami and fabric. There are sharp edges all over it that gives it a regal, yet dangerous look. You wouldn’t want to mess with anyone wearing this outfit so you’re glad you’ll be the one in it.

“Now, I know my work is good, but it’s not the only thing that can be pulling the weight around here. Be presentable, darling. Smile and wave and get the people to like you. That’s the real key to winning.”

You decide that you like Minghao. Not just due to his designing abilities but also because he genuinely seems like a good guy. As good of a person you can be from being from the Capitol.

Minghao helps you get dressed and once you’re in the outfit he styles your hair and adds on all of your accessories. When you’re fully put together you look in the mirror and you have to stand and stare at yourself. The image is beautiful and all together everything looks like a dream, but that’s not you in the mirror.

You don’t have too much time to stand and dissect your whole new look though, because Minghao is ushering you out of the room to go to your chariot. You meet up with Jihoon and his stylist, Junhui, in the stables. Jihoon is in a similar outfit to yours with its own variation and accessories.

When you look at his stylist, he also looks oddly normal for a Capitol citizen. His hair is bleached to a platinum blond and his eyes are smudged with makeup like Minghao’s, but instead of black his is red. He’s wearing a white ensemble with a ruffled shirt and lots of jewelry. Other than that, if you put him in a different outfit he would look like a normal guy from the districts.

Something about Minghao and Junhui intrigues you, but you can’t dwell on it because you’re being forced to board the chariot. Jihoon climbs on beside you and two stand there in silence as the parade starts. Minghao and Junhui wish you two luck right before your chariot pulls out of the stables.

Right away your balance is thrown off and you nearly topple off the side of the chariot. You probably would have if it wasn’t for Jihoon grabbing your arm. You’re about to thank him for making sure you didn’t die before you even got into the arena, but you see that it seems he’s grabbed onto you to steady himself.

You two stand on the chariot, clinging to each other, as it moves through the streets of the Capitol. Once you finally seem to have gotten your footing on the chariot you lift your free hand and start to wave to the audience. It nearly pains you to do so, falling right into the trap of being their little plaything, but you know Minghao was right when he told you to please the Capitol citizens.

You smile and wave at them and they cheer and throw roses and you can even hear a few scream out your name. It’s sick.

Your stomach feels nauseous for multiple reasons when the chariot finally comes to a stop. You can’t even bother to listen to what the president is saying, too focused on not throwing up or toppling over. Jennie, the mentors, and Minghao and Junhui are waiting for you guys when the chariot pulls up. Minghao helps you down and you nearly fall on your face getting off, but you’re able to steady yourself last minute.

Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for Jihoon who does in fact fall and takes Soonyoung down with him. You look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and it seems like everyone else it too preoccupied with their own matters to care.

“You two looked marvelous out there! I’m sure that everyone will be tripping over their feet to sponsor you,” Jennie gushes. “Now let me show you guys where we’ll be staying.”

The training center is insane, and way too over the top. Each district gets their own whole floor and you want to scream knowing that back home your parents sleep in the living room so you and your sister can share the one bedroom in your house.

If you were disgusted by the bedroom on the train, you’re absolutely horrified by the bedroom in the training center. The bed could fit your whole family on it comfortably and the closet is so big it could serve as a whole new room. The room is upgraded with different technological gadgets that you don’t even bother messing with, knowing you’ll have no clue what they do or how to work them.

“Y/N, dinner time!” Jennie’s voice floats through your door accompanied by a knock. You sigh and head out to the dining area. Momo is the only one at the table which means Jennie is still out rounding everyone else up.

Slowly the table fills up until everyone is gathered around. You notice the people standing around, most likely servants. It makes your skin crawl knowing that other people’s punishments are to wait on the wealthy for the rest of their lives.

“Training starts first thing tomorrow morning. Do not be late,” Jennie says, her tone strict.

“Remember to focus on survival skill stations. They’re often overlooked but that’s seventy-five percent of staying alive in the arena,” Jooheon says. “If you feel up to it, find another weapon to try and get moderately good at, but don’t show any skills you already are good at.”

It’s clear the more Jooheon talks that it’s more aimed at you, rather than Jihoon, who never said if he has any skills. You almost feel bad for him, but you know that Soonyoung won’t let him go in blind.

“Rest up tonight, training days take a lot of stamina both physically and mentally,” Momo tells you both.

You start to formulate a plan in your head. You have three days to train and on the third day you’ll have your Gamemaker assessment. You know for sure you’ll be messing around with an axe for the assessment and that’s not something you’ll ever be rusty on, so you know not to touch it until it’s time.

You can make a fire, tie knots, and purify water pretty well but you’re not as strong with your plant identification. You’d like to get better at handling a regular knife and you’d like to brush up on your hand-to-hand combat.

Earlier Jooheon mentioned that there are tasks that everyone has to do as a general skills assessment, so you’ll have to add those into your plan as well.

“Y/N.” You’re pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of your voice. You look around to see it’s Jihoon addressing you. It’s actually only you and Jihoon in the room, everyone having already cleared out from dinner.

Neither of you have spoken to each other at all this whole trip, the most interaction you’ve had has been steadying each other on the chariot.

“Jihoon?”

You have mixed thoughts about Lee Jihoon. He’s a little famous in your District, but not exactly for the right things. He’s a small boy with an innocent face and round cheeks. You can’t deny that he’s wildly talented though.

“I’m sorry about your mother.” It’s not at all what you’re expecting him to say, and it knocks you off your game a bit.

Last year, shortly after the reaping, your mother had fallen sick. The doctor wasn’t able to diagnose it and any medicine given to her wasn’t enough. The only possible way to cure her would have been to send her to the Capitol but your family was too poor for that, and they wouldn’t have accepted her anyway. She died a few months later. Your family is still healing from the situation and now the reaping has gone and messed up your lives even more.

You don’t know what to say to Jihoon. You settle on, “Yeah, me too.”

Jihoon wasn’t at the funeral, but you remember that one of his songs was sang during it.

A lot of the district citizens don’t like Jihoon because he doesn’t work like most of the other district kids do, he writes music instead. His music is widely known throughout the district though, his most popular song being a song of mourning sung during saddening events.

It’s one of the reasons why you have such mixed feelings on the boy.

You’re not sure if you should keep talking to Jihoon or if he has more to say to you. You guys should talk about the situation you guys are in. You’ve been trying to avoid the fact that in a week you’ll be in an arena fighting for your life, but you can’t do that for much longer. The fact of the matter is that Jihoon is now your enemy, but he also has no chance of winning against you.

Jihoon is smart and his mind is well matured, but he’s not the kind of intelligent you need to be to survive the games. You hate to think about it but it’s the harsh truth. You know Jihoon knows this as well. If District 7 is bringing home a winner this year, it’s going to be you.

Even if Soonyoung does everything in his power to save Jihoon, it’s clear the other mentors do not share Soonyoung’s favoritism towards his best friend. If anything it seems like Jooheon favors you and your hard earned skills you’d built up.

Not that you’re confident enough to think you are going to win. You saw the group of careers. It would be foolish to think you can even hold a flame to them.

“Are you-,” Jihoon cuts his own sentence off. “Never mind, I’m sorry.”

You want to ask him to continue and ask you what he was going to, but you don’t say that, and you let him walk off, leaving you alone in the dining room with nothing but your thoughts. Thoughts, and curiosity for the boy who is going to die in a week.

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jadeinretrogrde · 11 months ago

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there are plenty of 2023 dramas I still need to watch (looking at you My Dearest, Castaway Diva, The Good Bad Mother, When I Fly Towards You, seriously I could go on there are too many dramas and not enough time 🥹)

but these are some of my faves from the year

Song Kang stole the show this December imo. I honestly almost can't believe Cha Hyun Soo and Jeong Gu Won are played by the same dude. Huge round of applause from me and I can't wait to see what he does next 👏 and same to Kim Yoo Jung who is slaying as Do Do Hee

and okay I know My Demon hasn't finished airing but 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's already becoming one of my all time faves

also honorable mentions to See You in My 19th Life which I haven't been able to finish yet but has been an absolute delight (Shin Hye Sun shines) and Love to Hate You which I wasn't expecting to love as much as I did

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consumeronionbulletin · 2 years ago

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Yong-pal (2015)

I liked this show, but the premise is legitimately bonkers. It's a modern day take on sleeping beauty—only there's no handsome prince—just an overworked (but obviously handsome) doctor, a bunch of gangsters, and some crazy corporate infighting. Let me explain... no there is too much. Let me sum up...

The first 10 episodes were enthralling. The lead character Kim Tae Hyun (aka Yong-pal and played by Joo Won), was originally framed as a cynical anti-hero who is in way over his head and has to do a ton of unethical stuff. But then he finds himself trapped being an unofficial guard for Han Yeo-jin (aka Sleeping Beauty and played by Kim Tae-hee), and at some point he decides he doesn't want to be one of the baddies and helps her escape.

This takes about 9-10 episodes to work through and has some great action and tense surgery moments... because this is an action / medical drama, and you meet alot of interesting characters.

Then just past the mid-point of the season, Sleeping Beauty is finally free and she starts taking back the Kingdom and taking revenge on everyone who had anything to do with locking her in the castle. This Takes 3-4 episodes and is about where the show starts to drag a bit.

Then we have 2 episodes of board room corporate warfare that doesn't make much sense and the OTP hits a rough patch and it starts to really drag.

Then the ending arc is bonkers (**spoilers** there's poisoning, cancer, miracle surgery, people who disappeared 5 episodes ago returning to Save The Day(TM), lots of pretty people crying, and kids in a clinic). I wanted to see how it ended, so I kept going until the end, but it was slightly disappointing.

Why the Show Worked Anyway

Casting! This cast is so pretty, and so much fun to watch, and the characters are fascinating enough that you just don't care how crazy the plot is.

Kim Mi-kyung is still a standout actor. And she's young enough that she doesn't have to be anyone's mom (all the moms are dead in this show, because of course they are). She's the Head Nurse at the hospital instead!

Joo Won gets to play a doctor who is kind of an action hero at the start but then loses his super powers about the time he (**spoilers** gets shot). I liked him, but the other characters are so colorful that he almost seems tame by comparison. The show needs someone to ground it, and most of the time that's Joo Won.

Kim Tae-hee is very good as well. She spends 10 episodes being sick and crying alot (while managing to look cute instead of terrible). Then she gets an arc where she's basically a corporate mob boss and goes on a murder-for-hire spree, and I think that's probably where she's most interesting. I think she does alot with the part she's written, but her character isn't very nuanced.

Chae Jung-an is another standout. I think the character was written very inconsistently (and not just because she pretended to be a ditz some of the time), but she was so much fun to watch that I kind of just went with it. Could have done without some of the cringy scenes in yoga pants at the hospital, but even that was still funny sometimes.

Stephanie Lee (or Lee Jeong-ah) had maybe the coolest role that wasn't a lead. Morally grey but (due to careful writing) not really evil, she's basically the fixer for the VIP floor of the hospital. And it was nice to see a Korean-American in a role.

Honorable Mention to Jo Hyun-jae as the evil step-brother. His character tended to bad-guy monologue. His schemes pretty much always blew up in his face. However, he somehow made this two-dimensional baddy feel like a real person. Or at least, enough of a real person that you felt sorry for him a few times.

TL; DR:

I got alot of enjoyment out of episodes 1-10 or so. I didn't hate the rest of them, but it felt like the writers didn't know what to do, and so they just started putting stuff out there almost randomly. And even the stuff they setup earlier in the season was so bonkers that it felt random. Still a good show that is fun to watch (most of the time).

#my kdrama notes #yong-pal #bonkers

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burningupp · 3 years ago

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Let’s get married as a joke - KSJ

A/N: It’s finally done, on the last day of the prompt challenge, and my god did this take a lot of time and energy to finish lmao. This is my submission for the monthly prompt challenge by @felixtok and @sunnytaes. This month’s prompt was “we could get married as a joke”, but I changed it a little, I hope that’s okay!

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Wordcount: 8210 (I’m so sorry)

Summary: Your best friend Jin has always had a talent of getting you into trouble. Maybe that’s why you’re not surprised that he asks you to marry him as a joke - or that you agree.

Being friends with Seokjin wasn’t easy. He always had the dumbest ideas, and even when you were aware that they were downright moronic, he had a way to get you to do anything he wanted.

When you were 11 years old, he managed to talk you into stealing some candy from a store - just a few lollipops, nothing much - because, in his words, “you’re too small to even be noticed”. He was very incorrect, as it turned out, because you did get caught. The owner was lenient though, and just scolded you and called your mom. She was completely appalled, but your dad insisted that every kid gets at least one indiscretion before being punished. You still got grounded.

When you were 15 years old, he talked you into climbing to the top of a tall-ass pine tree. Apparently he’d made some stupid bet with his friends, saying that you would be able to reach it. They had all bet against him, because you were truly a scaredy-cat at the best of times. He kept claiming he was just “defending your honor”, but really, he was the one putting you in this stupid situation from the beginning. That day was the first time you ever ended up in an ambulance - only after reaching the top, though. Jin, presumably feeling bad, used the money he won to buy you your favorite snacks.

When you were 18 years old, he somehow managed to convince you to twerk on stage at graduation while receiving your diploma. You still have no clue how he managed to talk you into doing something so utterly stupid, but you did it. Your mother was going nuts at this point; you had truly turned into a problem child somewhere along the way.

Except… you hadn’t.

You still had the highest grades, you still spent a lot of time either volunteering or participating in different clubs that would help you in the future. You just had that pesky little devil called Seokjin on your shoulder.

Of course, your parents had no idea that he was behind all of those things. In front of them, he acted like an absolute angel. And the thought of exposing him and his mischievous little tricks never once occurred to you, because he was your best friend. Despite the objectively questionable things he made you do, he was a genuinely good friend.

When you were 13 years old, you got your first period. When you were walking back from lunch together, a drop of blood started running down your leg - you were wearing a skirt that day. Unfortunate, really. With no hesitation, your best friend took off his hoodie and tied it around your waist. Then he took you to the bathroom, getting your gym bag from your locker - it had a pair of comfy sweatpants in it. He even went so far as going to the nurse and asking for a period kit. He brought it all to you in the bathroom, and then didn’t mention anything else about it. The next morning, you found a chocolate bar in your locker with a smiley sticker on it.

When you were 16 years old, you went to your first party. Other people were drinking, but you had decided you didn’t want to. You weren’t scared, you just didn’t feel like it. Seokjin teased you a bit in the beginning, but when you explained yourself, he immediately shut his mouth. Other people were not so kind, and kept making fun of you all night. After many mean, taunting words, you finally caved and were about to take a cup filled with strong liquor offered to you. Before you could accept it from your friend, Seokjin stepped in and grabbed that cup instead, throwing it all back in one go.

“You’re such a loser,” you recall him telling the other boy. “Just because you’re too nervous to have fun without drinking, doesn’t mean others suffer the same unfortunate fate.”

And if he ended up throwing up on your shoes on the way home, you didn’t mention it. Because he had defended you, and stopped you from caving in the face of peer pressure.

Now that you were both 30, having graduated college a long time ago, you still met up every single Friday. Movie nights had been a sacred tradition since you were 12, and neither of you would give it up for the world.

Because of the eighteen years of movie nights, you had the routine down pat. He would come to your place, bringing both of your favorite takeout orders with him, and you would make sure there were enough snacks to feed an army. Then you would talk shit through all three movies you watched before he crashed on the couch and you moved to your bed, only to go out for brunch the next morning.

Something you somehow still weren’t expecting, however, were the words he uttered when he burst through your door one fateful Friday.

“Let’s get married as a joke!”

You had been fully caught off guard, and as such, you choked on the wine you had been in the process of drinking. It made him laugh gently, quickly coming over to you and rubbing your back until you could breathe again.

“You’re ridiculous. Now bring me my sushi, thank you,” you firmly stated, wiping the few tears that had escaped your eyes following your entirely gracious and dignified coughing fit.

Your best friend rolled his eyes, handing you the bag containing your precious food. You could tell that he was far from done with the conversation he had started, but you would do your best to finish it for him.

It wasn’t something you were comfortable joking about, to be honest. For a long time, you’d hosted far more than friendly feelings for your best friend; basically all your life, actually. Because for every dumb thing he had talked you into, he had supported you through something you were struggling with. Also, you weren’t blind. You were convinced that your best friend was the most handsome man to ever grace this planet. Obviously, being around that would have an effect on you.

“No but listen,” he started while unpacking his own food from the bag. He had ordered the greasiest burger he could find. “If we got marri-”

“Kim Seokjin, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I swear to God I’m going to slap you,” you calmly informed him. He seemingly paid your warning no mind.

“If we got married,” he started again, “imagine how surprised everyone else would be! That would be the absolute funniest shit ever.”

Leave it to Jin to think that the funniest prank he could ever pull was to actually settle down with someone. The fact that he was suggesting actually getting married worried you, because maybe you would have agreed if he asked you to fake it, but really getting married? That must be where your limit was, surely.

Your friend was regarding you intensely, staring at you as you poured the soy sauce and broke your chopsticks apart. You felt unnerved; his eyes on you always made you shiver. Maybe that was how he managed to convince you to do all the stupid shit you did in your life.

The thing is, you couldn’t even lie. Being married to Jin sounded like an absolute dream. He was gentle and kind, and knew you inside and out. He always listened when you spoke, and knew when to be serious and supportive and when to make you laugh. He was clean, too, and good at cooking. Living together wouldn’t be all that bad - in fact, it was something the two of you had discussed doing before his current roommates convinced him to move in with them.

Perhaps that was for the best, considering the way your heart was racing during this conversation.

“I figured we could hate-watch Twilight tonight, they just put it back on Netflix,” was all you said after popping the first piece of nigiri into your mouth.

“Y/n, I’m serious,” he whined. “We should get married, as a joke! Would it really be that bad to be married to me?”

You sighed deeply, grabbing your wine glass and emptying it in one swig. You would need more of it to get through this evening, it seemed.

“No, Jin, you’re a great person, and one day you’re going to make some woman the happiest person ever,” you started, but quickly kept going when he opened his mouth. “However, I’m not that woman. You don’t even see me like that, dude. I don’t think you’re realizing how huge of a thing marriage is.”

“Marriage doesn’t have to be a big thing, okay? If we just do it for like four or five months, we can get it annulled afterwards! Not even a divorce!” Then he smirked and kept going. “But I mean, we could also just stay married if you want, I know I’m irresistible.”

How come he always had the perfect counter-arguments for everything? It was infuriating. And also somehow swaying you. Were you seriously so in love with this man that you would marry him as a joke? You really wished you could say no to that without lying.

You had to say no, though. You knew that while he might take marriage lightly, you didn’t. The view you’d had of your life for your entire life had included meeting someone you loved deeply enough to make the promise of forever to. While you weren’t religious, marriage was still sacred to you in that it was the biggest commitment one could ever make.

“Jinnie, you know I love you, but I can’t do that. That’s… I can’t,” you whispered, looking into his eyes to convey how much it would hurt you to go through with his completely insane plan.

Seeing the vulnerability in your eyes, your best friend did what he does best; he understood. He just nodded, and then he did what you asked before and turned on Twilight, cringing as he did so because that movie was truly awful to both of you. And just like that, he made you laugh, and everything was good again.

~*~

Once the movie was over, Jin groaned in relief. You both mocked that piece of cinema to bits, and neither one of you felt bad about it. Nevertheless, you laughed at his dramatics, flicking a piece of pickled ginger at the remnants of his fries. He gasped at the audacity you had, before tackling you to the couch and tickling you half to death.

It was in moments like those that it was so easy for you to forget that you weren’t actually dating. That the man currently on top of you, almost laughing more than you were, wasn’t yours. That he probably never would be.

“I yield!” you shrieked after a solid minute of torture, your stomach hurting more than you’d like to admit.

At your words, Jin pulled back, looking down at you lovingly, and you almost didn't want to look away. He let out another chuckle before releasing you from the torture you were undergoing, and laid down on top of you with a happy sigh. You instinctively started running your hands through his hair, making the man on top of you practically purr in contentment.

You stayed like that for a while. Him on top of you, you gently scratching at his scalp. Those were the moments you cherished the most. Where, despite your relationship being strictly platonic, you would just sink into a comfortable space while you touched in any way you could. Sometimes he would hold your hand while you were both reading; others, he would be enveloping your entire body like he was right then. You felt… content. Happy.

“See, being married would be like this. Would that be so bad?” he asked you quietly, and your fingers stopped combing through his hair.

“Jin-” you started, but he sat up and looked at you, effectively shutting you up.

His hair was mussed from your earlier ministrations, his cheeks a little flushed from laughing with you, and his eyes sparkling with the adoration he held for you. Even if it was only in a friendly manner, you hoped that spark in his eyes would never change.

“Look,” he sighed, and you listened without objection. “I’m sorry I made it seem as if this wasn’t a big deal to me, because it is. Of course it is. It’s you, and it’s marriage, and it’s huge.” You nodded to show that you were listening and understanding. “Partly, it would be really hilarious to mess with our friends-” you rolled your eyes, “but also… My family is putting pressure on me. Pressure I don’t want.”

“What kind of pressure?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Seokjin’s family had always been less understanding than your own. Maybe it was because his parents were pretty well-regarded people who cared a lot about image, but they had never liked their son’s aversion to larger commitments. He always preferred taking jobs which would allow more freedom and less hours. At the moment, he was a consultant. He made a lot of money, but his parents still weren’t happy about it. He always made friends that were kind of loosely in his life, people who he saw a few times a year but no more. If he went on dates, he only saw the girl once or twice before calling things off.

So if you were honest, you weren’t surprised at his parents putting pressure on him; they’d always done that. However, it did concern you; you knew that it usually harmed his own confidence, as he always wanted to please them on some level.

“They want me to get married,” he confessed, and you sucked in a breath. “That’s why I’m asking you. I-I know it’s not the romantic proposal you dreamt of, but it’s… I can’t imagine asking anyone but you to marry me. You know how I am, I can’t-” His voice cracked, and he shut his eyes for a second, taking a calming breath through his nose before looking at you once more. “I can’t invite someone else into my life like that.”

Oh, did your heart break for him. You understood the pressure he was feeling - your parents had been pushing you too, just not as much - and it wasn’t pleasant. Aside from that, you knew what he meant. There were reasons why he kept people at a distance, why he didn’t want anyone else in his life. Not the way you were in his life.

The thing that made you break the most, however, was the way he said you were the only person he could even fathom asking. Wasn’t it what you always wanted to hear? Granted, the context was different, and he didn’t love you like that, but… Would it be so bad? Plus, it would get your parents off your back for a while.

“Jinnie…” you whispered, gulping. “If we’re doing this, we need a proper plan. I mean it. And fooling your parents means that we will have to stay married for a lot longer than a few months…”

He took a few seconds to process the words you’d just thrown at him, but then he broke out into a huge smile, tackling you to the couch in a hug. You giggled and slapped him gently upside the head, but he just nuzzled deep into the crook of your neck in response.

“Y/n, I don’t mind staying married to you for as long as we need. I could even stay married to you forever,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. You knew he was exaggerating, of course, but that didn’t stop your optimistic little heart from beating hard and fast against your ribcage.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Jinnie,” you said back. This made him pull his face out of your neck, eyebrows furrowed at you.

“I mean it, Y/n. Let’s not set an end date, okay? We can feel it out. That will be more natural for them anyway.”

You had to agree with him. His parents were unfortunately very perceptive, and you had no doubt that they would somehow know if you had decided when the two of you would get a divorce. Sighing, you nodded at him, and the smile returned to his face, his head falling back onto your chest.

“Telling everyone is going to be so funny,” he said, and you could feel his grin as he pressed his face against the skin of your neck.

And that is how you got engaged to Kim Seokjin.

~*~

“Are you crazy?!” Hoseok shouted, making everyone in the restaurant focus on your table.

After discussing things with Jin, because he always did anything and everything he could to assuage your fears and insecurities, you agreed that at least Hoseok should know the truth. Partly because it would be nice for someone to know the truth, but mostly because he was a drama queen and most likely would start another world war if he thought the two of you had been hiding a relationship from him. Apparently, neither option was peaceful.

“No but look, they’re pressuring him! I can’t just let them force him into a marriage with someone he hates,” you try to reason, taking a sip of your wine. Honestly, what was your life at this point?

“Don’t act like this is some valiant thing you’re doing for his sake,” your friend scoffs, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re doing this because you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him marry someone else, and you know I’m right.”

God, how you wished you could rightfully refute his words. Unfortunately, you could not, because even though Hoseok hadn’t known you for quite as long as Jin had, he knew almost everything about you - including (but not limited to) your embarrassing crush on your best friend.

When you didn’t respond to him, he just sighed and placed his head in his hands. Honestly, you related to that feeling; you were a dumbass at the best of times, and this was definitely not the best of times.

“You can’t marry him like this, Y/n.”

You feel yourself deflate. “Yeah, I know.”

After that, there was silence for a while. The two of you finished your food and drinks, and then you sat there for a while longer, just thinking about the situation you just ended up in. Because truly, this situation was unfathomable. How had you agreed to a practically loveless marriage with your best friend? You loved him, but he most likely didn’t love you. At least not in the way you wanted him to love you.

“I won’t stop you,” he finally sighed out, and you looked up from your lap where you had been fiddling with your hands. “If you are okay with this, I will be happy for you. I just want you to really think about this, yeah? Just because you agreed up until now, doesn’t mean you have to actually go through with it if you don’t want to.”

“I know, Hobi,” you whispered back, looking up at the ceiling and blinking your tears back.

The thought that Jin didn’t love you the way you loved him hurt. It hurt so much, you thought your heart would shrivel up in a corner of your chest and never show itself again. Would you really be able to stand a loveless marriage with the love of your life? The immediate answer that popped up in your head was no. He would undoubtedly meet someone he would fall in love with somewhere down the line, and in that case, he would either get a divorce or cheat on you. Of course Jin would never cheat on anyone, but the thought of a divorce was too much for you. You had to rethink this.

But could you actually tell him no when it came down to it? Considering your history with Seokjin’s ideas… no. You knew he needed you, just like you had needed him the day you technically became a woman. And he had stepped up, far more than he even needed to, just because he knew that you were in need of support. What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t return the favor?

That’s why, despite Hoseok’s protests, you asked him to keep the secret of your not-so-real marriage and support you in your decision to go through with your deal with Jin. What was the worst that could happen? Sure, your feelings may get a bit hurt, but other than that there wasn’t really a lot. And in your head, your best friend’s happiness was above your comfort.

~*~

You had almost expected things to get awkward with Jin after agreeing to marry him, but nothing was really different. You still went and got food together, and talked about everything between heaven and Earth. Nothing felt uncomfortable or forced despite your unorthodox situation, and you were really relieved.

The thing that had changed the most was the fact that now he would hold your hand while you were walking. He would hold doors open for you, and pay for your food when you had lunch together - which was more often than ever, seeing as you had a wedding to plan.

“Let’s go pick a ring out for you, yeah?” he asked during one such meeting, and it made you choke on the slice of pizza you were in the midst of inhaling. Ever the gentleman, he gazed at you worriedly, patting your back and handing you a water glass. Still, he was Seokjin after all, and so he had to tease you a little bit. “Are you gonna choke on something every time we discuss the wedding?”

You glared at him as hard as you could, but he just laughed, handing you an extra napkin.

You hadn’t really thought of the fact that you had to get a ring. While the two of you acting as you normally would was a relief for you, it was also allowing you to live in denial of the entire deal. You were planning your wedding, sure, but you were still on the abstract details. You were discussing the amount of people you wanted to invite and trying to put together a list, picking a general theme, and discussing dates, all of which felt like you were just planning a normal party.

But getting a ring? That was different. That was a physical symbol of what you had agreed to, not to mention an expensive one. It would mean you would finally have to tell the people in your life that the two of you were getting married, and that you would need to explain how you ended up there - while lying through your teeth, of course.

“Yeah, okay,” you told your best friend after getting the piece of pizza out of your airway. “I, uh, I’ll have to dig into my savings a bit, but it’s fi-”

“Absolutely not,” he interrupted you. “I’m paying for it, and that’s final.”

“Jin-”

“No. If we had done this the traditional way, that’s what would have happened anyway. There are many things we’re forgoing in this relationship, but this is not one of them. I’m not making you pay a fortune to do me a favor, my love.”

His words shut you up. Not because of his talk of tradition, but because of the term of endearment he called you. He usually called you darling or babe in a joking manner, but he had never called you something so… intimate. Something that he would call a partner, something reserved for that special someone in his life. You had to admit, you liked it.

Taking your silence as acquiescence, he smiled happily and grabbed your hand over the table. Honestly, his smile wasn’t good for your health.

As soon as you finished your food, you gathered your things and went on the hunt for a jeweler. Just like he had been doing every time you met up since the “engagement”, Jin held your hand and made sure you were walking on the part of the sidewalk furthest away from the road. You saw a group of older women pointing your way and swooning, giving you a playfully jealous look to which you simply smiled sheepishly.

That was something you noticed about being with Jin in a romantic manner. More people were staring at you than ever before. Jealous glances from both men and women, and honestly, you received better service in stores too. Part of it was probably that anyone could tell that your best friend had money; he wasn’t exactly subtle in the way he dressed in designer clothing from head to toe. You were pretty sure that you were right in thinking that most of the attention came from the way he looked, though. No one was able to resist his handsome face and tall, broad frame.

It was in moments like those that you often caught yourself forgetting that this was all an act. You and Jin weren’t desperately in love, you weren’t having this wedding as a celebration of your love but as a necessity for him not to have to marry some random person his parents picked out for him. You were alone in your affections for him, and that thought stung more than you were willing to admit.

When the two of you entered the jeweler you had found on Google maps, you were received with open arms - once again, probably the effect of the man leading you inside being obviously wealthy. The store employee gushed over the two of you once she found out you wanted to look for an engagement ring, and immediately led you to a case with the most expensive rings you had ever seen. The price tags outright made your eyes bulge out of your skull, but Jin’s hand on the small of your back reassured you that this was where he wanted to look.

“Nothing but the best for my wife,” he whispered to you conspiratorially, eyes glinting with mirth.

Your best friend watched your reaction to every ring that was brought forth expectantly, just waiting for the one that would make your eyes light up. Many made you ooh and ah, but none of them were really right for you. Looking rather dejected, the woman dragged the pair of you over to another display with slightly cheaper rings. At first it seemed like all hope was lost there as well, but then you saw it. The ring that felt like it was already yours, way before you even tried it on.

It fit you perfectly.

It was a silver band with three gray, smoky-looking diamonds on it, the two smaller ones surrounding one that was slightly bigger. It wasn’t very extravagant, but you adored it nonetheless. Jin smiled when he saw the ring, and immediately told the saleswoman that you had made up your mind.

After checking out, you walked out of the shop and agreed to go to the park to get some ice cream - the two of you decided years ago that pizza wasn’t an acceptable meal without ice cream to go along with it. You’re not wearing the ring as you walk, but Jin still holds your hand just like before, and everything still feels way too real.

When you got to the ice cream cart, there was a young girl manning the ice cream stand. Upon seeing the face of your friend, she immediately straightened up a bit and put on a smile that was way too friendly to just be for customer service purposes. You internally rolled your eyes, but honestly, you were used to this.

“Hi, welcome! How can I help you?” she asked, sickly sweet smile emphasized by the way she batted her eyelashes at the tall man in front of her.

“Oh shoot, I forgot to ask which flavor you wanted darling,” he pouted at you, completely ignoring the woman in front of him. You barely managed to hold your snort in when the girl glared at you as if you ruined her life. “Which one?”

You decided to play along with Jin, purely because the ice cream girl was annoying you. You say that, but also, you most definitely wanted to keep living in the fantasy of actually being engaged to your best friend.

“What, you don’t remember my favorite, my love?” you teased with a smile, adding your best loving gaze for good measure.

For a fraction of a second, Jin paused entirely. It was so slight that you almost didn’t catch on, but you had known each other for so long that nothing got past you anymore. He was quick to catch himself, the mischief in his eyes returning as quickly as it went away as he grinned cheesily at you.

Lord, his smile was nice.

“Of course I do, it’s still strawberry, isn’t it?”

You giggled (a little exaggeratedly, just for the benefit of your audience) and nodded, stepping closer to him so he could envelop you in his arms. Then you looked up at the girl in the stall again, and she looked so dejected that it was kind of funny. You could feel the way Jin held back a laugh when he saw the same thing you did, and you knew the two of you were absolutely mocking this poor girl to pieces once you both got out of earshot.

After getting your ice cream, you started walking aimlessly around the park. It was a really nice day, warm but a little bit breezy, and the two of you were partially protected from the sunlight thanks to the surrounding trees. You stopped when you found a bench next to a pond with ducks in it, and sat down to enjoy your frozen treat.

“So,” he started to say, and put his plastic spoon back into his cup. “Did you tell anyone that we’re together?”

This, predictably, caused your second choking-session of the day. You didn’t even blame Jin for laughing at you. But of course, being the caring friend he is, he still helped you by patting your back and providing a bottle of water that he bought at the ice cream stall. You took a few minutes to regain lung function, and then you glared at your admittedly helpful friend.

“Do you ever just… not say stupid shit?”

This made your friend cackle even louder, and a few people looked over to see what was going on.

“I thought you’d know the answer to that by now,” he teased, and you hummed.

“Yeah, well, doesn’t hurt to ask,” you mumbled, taking the napkin he was giving you for the ice cream next to your lips. “To answer your question, no. I mean, I told Hobi, but I told him the truth, so… no, I didn’t tell anyone we’re together.”

The two of you hadn’t really discussed how to break the news to your friends. Honestly, you hadn’t discussed much regarding the marriage itself either. You had no idea what would happen the day he fell in love with someone else, and you really didn’t want to think about it either. However, some practical part of your brain recognized that you would need to do that at some point, so you decided that now probably would be an opportune time.

“Hey… I was thinking we should talk more in detail about everything,” you mumbled while scooping some ice cream onto your spoon. “You know, about our marriage.”

“Ah,” Jin said, nodding thoughtfully. “Anything in particular that you feel we need to talk about, my love?”

There he went again, calling you by such intimate nicknames. You felt the urge to stop this conversation, just so you could ignore this entire situation. While you did start it, you wanted to remain in the little bubble that was your deal of marriage - the one where you could pretend that you were a normal couple who were excited to vow to love each other forever. You told yourself that you had more strength than that, even if you didn’t really believe it.

“Just everything, I think?” you admitted. “Is there nothing that you want more… information about?”

“Hm,” he hummed, looking out over the pond. “Not really.” You bristled at his words, because how could he be so sure of your marriage? How come he had no doubts? “As long as it’s you and me, there’s no problem.”

The smile he flashed at you after his proclamation was absolutely fatal. It was one of sincerity, filled with love - whether platonic or not - and trust. He trusted that the two of you would be okay no matter what, and that you wouldn’t do anything to screw him over. There was warmth in your chest at his words, and you almost didn’t push the matter any more; almost.

“I know, you and I have always been good,” you admitted, putting your spoonful of strawberry goodness into your mouth thoughtfully. “I was just thinking about the future, you know? Like, somewhere down the line you will probably fall in love with someone else. Then what do we do?”

At this, Seokjin’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “I might fall in love with someone else? Not you?”

You felt the heating of your face and knew that you were completely red without even looking in a mirror. Your friend was smiling fondly at you, and reached to wipe the corner of your mouth where there was a small drop of melted ice cream once again. You stared at him. At such a close distance, he looked even more handsome than usual, and you could feel your traitorous heart thudding in your chest.

“Well, one of us, you know,” you managed to mumble once he was finished wiping at your lips.

“I honestly don’t see that happening, at least for me,” Jin informed you casually while leaning back against the bench, his empty cup of ice cream clutched in his hand while he gazed out over the pond once again. “But of course, I wouldn’t keep you in a marriage you’re unhappy in. You know I could never do that to anyone, much less to you.”

His words undoubtedly made your heart skip another beat. He had always looked out for you, and due to his reluctance to get close to people, it had been the two of you against the world since an early age. You knew he probably meant it just like that, that he just wanted to emphasize how much you meant to him as a friend, but your heart wouldn’t let your brain finish that thought. You didn’t want to finish that thought.

Even though you were going through absolute turmoil on the inside, you just scoffed on the outside. What were you supposed to do, really?

“So what do you propose we do in the event of that situation, Romeo?”

Your words had no real bite to them. They never did when it came to your best friend; he was far too dear to you for that, despite his innate ability to piss you off.

“Get a divorce, obviously,” he said, shrugging as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

You stared at him, swallowing thickly. You didn’t know what you had hoped he would say, but this wasn’t it. Just referring to a possible divorce between the two of you made your heart ache and filled you with anxiety. Both because you were in love with him and because you feared your relationship would suffer from it.

“However,” he continued, looking at you, “that wouldn’t change anything between us, would it? I mean we made it this far, and you’re objectively a pain in my ass.”

Your jaw dropped open at his words, and he cackled at your expression. He had always loved innocently tormenting you, especially your reaction afterwards it seemed. You smacked his arm indignantly, and he raised his hands in front of his handsome face to protect it.

“I think you meant the other way around, you absolute nuisance,” you proclaimed, and he chuckled, nodding in acknowledgement.

When you raised your hand to lightly smack him once more - he really deserved it - he quickly slid closer to you and wrapped his arms around your body, rendering your arms unusable as they were stuck to your sides. You narrowed your eyes at him, and he just smiled back giddily. You really loved him.

You stayed on the bench for quite some time, discussing a few details about your wedding and joking around. After a discussion about how to tell your friends and some theorizing as to all of their reactions to your sudden union, you discussed having an engagement party. With the pain of planning your wedding in mind, you ended up quickly settling for a pretty normal cocktail party - you couldn’t even describe the pain that was googling “how to plan a wedding”, and you refused to google anything party-related after that.

Obviously, the girl at the ice cream stand was not left out of your conversation, and certainly not spared from mockery. When Jin perfectly executed her way-too-sweet voice and eyelash-flutter combo, you laughed so hard that you almost threw up both your ice cream and pizza. Luckily, you managed to stop yourself in time.

It really was lucky, because suddenly, your best friend got off the bench and stood in front of you. You looked up at him questioningly, wiping the few tears that somehow managed to escape your waterline.

“Jinnie?”

Then, he got down on one knee. You covered your mouth, and he grinned at you brightly. Your mind completely short-circuited seeing him like that. This fantasy was getting a little too real for your brain to keep up with. He procured the ring box from his pocket, and presented it to you. You were vaguely aware of people watching the moment unfolding between the two of you, some even recording.

“Y/n, we’ve been best friends for practically all our lives,” he began. “We’ve been through lots of ups and downs together, and there is no one I could imagine spending my life with other than you. So, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

You felt torn. On one hand, your entire heart was melting at his words. Hearing them like this, with him on one knee and presenting you with the ring that was entirely perfect for you… it was all you had ever wanted from your best friend. On the other hand, this proposal wasn’t genuine. He wasn’t proposing because of an inability to live without you, out of a love so strong he had no other choice; he was doing this out of convenience. It honestly broke your cowering heart in two.

A few seconds passed as this turmoil took place in your mind. Tears were leaking out of your eyes. At last, you gave in and let your heart rejoice at the proposal. Your face split into a huge grin as you nodded tearfully at your best friend, and he grinned right back. He grabbed your left hand, gently sliding the ring onto your finger where the two of you admired it. Your heart was thudding against your ribs so violently that you were sure they were about to break. You allowed your happiness to shove that pesky melancholy that lingered and tugged at your heart to the background, fully focusing on the elation you felt in that moment.

Jin rose from the ground and pulled you up with him, cupping your face in his hands so gently and reverently you might as well have been made of glass. You kept grinning up at him as he brushed his thumbs over your cheekbones, gazing down at you with such a happy expression you thought your heart would break again.

Now, you had known Seokjin for many years at that point. He had done many unexpected things during your friendship - admittedly, you didn’t even know what to expect him to do. There was the time when out of nowhere, he pushed you into a park pond while you were walking home from school, saying you needed to “cool off” when questioned. That same night, he stayed up late to help you rewrite your ruined homework so you could turn it in on time. There was also the time when he decided to spontaneously start a food war in the cafeteria by flicking you with his mashed potatoes. When asked why, he said you looked sad and he wanted to cheer you up. You refused to tell him that it had worked.

Out of all the idiotic, unexpected things he had done over the years, him kissing you after his proposal had to be one of the least predictable ones. It wasn’t invasive or anything; he glanced at your lips a few times before leaning in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away from him before his lips met yours. When you didn’t, he allowed them to collide in a gentle brush, still holding your face softly.

You had wanted him to kiss you for so long. Often when you laid in bed, right before you fell asleep, you fantasized about what it would be like. You consciously avoided thinking about it otherwise, because you knew you would absolutely lose your mind if you did. Having him so close yet so far away haunted you enough as it was.

Despite all the times you had imagined the feeling of his lips on yours, none of them lived up to the reality. His plump lips did not disappoint; they were so soft against yours, almost a whisper of a touch. The electricity you felt between the two of you made you press your mouth harder against his, seeking all the contact you could get.

At the shaky sigh he let out against your lips, you pulled back, staring at him dumbfoundedly. It woke you from the stupor of kissing your best friend and brought you back to reality. He didn’t like you like that, right? His eyes were still half-closed, and there was a ghost of a smile gracing the lips that had just been pressed against yours.

“Do you have any idea,” he breathed, voice raspy, “how long I have wanted to do that for? Because honestly, I don’t even remember how long it’s been anymore.”

His words startled you further, and you just blinked at him. At your lack of response, he straightened up, his hands falling from your face onto your shoulders as he cleared his throat. You stayed there like that for a few seconds. You didn’t know what to say. What did he mean? He couldn’t possibly mean that he loved you too, right? You immediately berated your hopeful little heart for beating as fast as it was.

“Jin, I’m not-”

“No, I know you’re not in love with me, it’s okay,” he sighed, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. “At least not the way I am in love with you. I’m sorry if I made everything uncomfortable now, I didn’t mean to. I just… I got so happy when you said yes,” he admitted, raising his head to look at you again.

“Hold on,” you said slowly, and your fiancée winced, “you… love me?”

At your words, he sighed, scratching the back of his neck before nodding. What was the point of lying to you any longer? He had loved you for as long as he could remember. When he had forced you to climb that damn tree for him, it was because some nasty boys in your class had been calling you a crybaby. And while you were one, he couldn’t just stand by and listen to them talk shit about his best friend and the girl he’d had a crush on for as long as he’d known her. When you fell on the way down, he hated it more than anything else. Your face as you cried in pain would be forever ingrained in his mind, reminding him of what a shitty friend he could be at times.

He never could go on more than one or two dates with other women, because he couldn’t stop comparing them to you. None of them measured up to what he wanted - needed - to be happy. And now, when his parents had started putting pressure on him to get married with the threat of setting him up with some “respectable” girl, he knew that his only option was to talk you into it. Just the thought of marrying someone that wasn’t you… he couldn’t even imagine it. You had always been there, and if you wouldn’t continue to be there, he was sure that he would implode or something. He needed you.

As much as you had imagined kissing him, he had imagined kissing you too. God, had he imagined it. It was practically all he could think about these days, especially after you agreed to the whole marriage ordeal. Finally getting to kiss you was everything he could have dreamed about and more, and if you would still marry him after his impromptu confession post-proposal, he would be the luckiest man alive. Honestly though, he wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to anymore.

“Kim Seokjin,” you breathed, cupping his cheeks just like he had yours a few moments ago, “you are crazy if you think that I don’t love you back.”

You watched with a smile and a fluttering heart as his brain seemed to struggle to comprehend this information. It was his turn to blink dumbly at you, mouth slightly open in complete and utter shock. Your smile honestly wasn’t helping his situation.

Instead of answering you, he just pressed his lips against yours once more, this time with more urgency. You kissed him back, sliding your hands around his neck and pressing him to you. The two of you had completely forgotten where you were, so when his tongue prodded at your bottom lip, you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth for him. He tasted like the vanilla ice cream he had just been devouring combined with something uniquely Jin.

After a while, the need to breathe snapped you out of your stupor and you remembered that you were, in fact, in public. Blushing heavily, you hid your face against your fiancées broad chest, and he did nothing but envelop you in his arms. You couldn’t see it, but he was wearing the biggest grin you had ever seen on anyone.

~*~

“Bitch, can I meet you once without you giving me a heart attack?!” Hobi screeched at you as you relayed the sudden confession scene in the park. “I swear, one of these days you’ll actually make me keel over, oh my God.”

You laughed merrily at your best friend’s words, because really, this was unexpected. Jin, who was sitting beside you in the restaurant, seemed a lot more self-conscious about the stares you were receiving due to the noise than either you or Hoseok were. Honestly, the two of you together was a recipe for chaos no matter where you went.

“Could you not call my fiancée a bitch? Thanks,” the tall man beside you chastised, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Hobi made fake gagging noises, which pulled more disgusted looks in your direction. “I didn’t think it could get worse than seeing the two of you pine over each other all these years. Guess I jinxed myself.” His face was scrunched up in a grimace, and he stuck his tongue out as if he was feeling ill.

“Oh please, we all suffered through your and Yoongi’s trainwreck of a love story, it’s our turn,” you teasingly shot back. That shut him up pretty quickly - he was no doubt remembering the time they got caught doing the nasty in a club bathroom five minutes after he had sworn he would die hating the cat-like man. Unfortunately, you and Jin were the ones to find them. You would never be free of the trauma.

After dinner with Hobi, which was filled with a lot of screaming and loud laughing, Jin drove you home. He held your hand over the center console, and you gazed lovingly at his face for way too long. At a stoplight, he turned to look at you, chuckling.

“What, do I have something on my face?”

“I’m just looking,” you shot back playfully, and your fiancée grinned.

Your fiancée. You would never wrap your head around that. After a lifetime of loving him in secret, the two of you were finally getting married. You were going to make the promise of being together for all eternity, and this time, you felt no apprehension in doing so. He was yours, and you were his. Forever. And damn did it feel good.

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𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒

pairing: Mark Lee x reader

special guest: Jaehyun, Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, Taeyong, Doyoung, mention of Haechan

summary: Years ago, you were deeply in love with Mark Lee. He’s your first love and you thought he’d be the last. After finding out why he really dated you, he broke up with you and vanished. You were devastated and heartbroken. Now you were at the airport as the maid of honor of your best friend Aera, her wedding’s in Greece and you were flying three days earlier with her, her fiancé Jaehyun and his best man. Little did you know that Mark Lee was Jaehyun’s best man. Feelings you thought you had buried deep inside bloomed again.

song: back to you - Selena Gomez

genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing

word count: 11.7k

A/N: I’m finally done. This is the last fic of my series and I can’t believe that i’m done with this series. This series means so much to me, not only because I love Selena Gomez, but also because of the meaning behind evey story. Thank you for all of your support, thank you for every comment, like, reblog, ask and follow. This is just the beginning. Also thank you for requesting that you want to read a second part to some of my stories, I’ll try to write them in the upcoming month, march. I hope you enjoy. Thanx

taglist: @alex-chann, @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi

Took you like a shot Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening Let a couple years water down how I'm feeling about you And every time we talk Every single word builds up to this moment And I gotta convince myself I don't want it even though I do

“I have BIG news!” Aera squealed as soon as you opened the door for her. She hugged you tightly and started jumping, you jumped with her even though you had no idea why.

“Why are we jumping around?”

“Greece! I’m getting married in Greece!” she yelled happily, “You know that it’s my dream to get married in Greece and my amazing soon-to-be-husband surprised me with it! Oh god, I can’t believe I’m marrying Jaehyun in fucking GREECE!”

“Holy shit that’s great! But can we stop jumping I might puke.”

You sat down on your couch with Aera, “We need to start planning, the wedding is in 3 weeks. I’ve sent the invitations right before I came here. We booked a hotel with the best view ever and my wonderful maid of honor aka you are flying with me and Jaehyun a two days earlier, you know, to get stuff done and the others come one day before the wedding, your man too, by the way. I can’t wait for my bachelorette party- but remember, I promised Jaehyun no strippers.” Her eyes sparkled as she talked about her wedding and you started thinking about your own future.

Were you ever going to get married? You want to get married, you really do. But what if you never get the chance to? Your boyfriend hated to talk about commitment and marriage, he said living together and dating was enough, but you never felt the same way. You wanted to get married, you want a ring on your finger, and you wanted to call him your husband, not your boyfriend.

Aera left after a while and you were alone, until you heard the door open with a sigh. “I’m home.”

His voice, no, his existence alone triggered you and without knowing you plugged in your earphones. “I said I’m home Y/n. There she fucking goes again, god I’m not going to deal with you tonight.” And without saying anything after that, he left again. Minho, your boyfriend of two and half years, always left you alone. He never bothered to talk to you about the problems in your relationship and after trying and trying, you were sick of it.

Dating him was almost torture but breaking up with him was also difficult. You were so scared of being alone, of not being loved.

Almost three weeks later, you found yourself at the airport with Jaehyun and Aera. Jaehyun looked at his watch every two minutes and he looked really nervous too. “Where the fuck is he?” he mumbled and Aera kicked his leg. “Ouch?” he hissed in pain. “Sorry baby didn’t mean to kick you that hard.”

“What is going on here? Who are we waiting for?” you asked confused. “You didn’t tell her?” Jaehyun asked his fiancée. Aera shook her head.

“W-Well about that- uhm, there’s one thing I have to tell you, but don’t get too mad,” Aera looked at you nervously, “you, uhm… you remember Mark Lee, right? Please forgive me for not telling you, but- fuck, he’s Jaehyun’s best man. He’s coming with us.” Aera closed her eyes, scared of your reaction.

“You are joking right?” your heart pounded against your chest.

“N-No, I really didn’t know that you didn’t know- a-and you know, Mark’s my oldest friend and yeah, and uhm, fuck he’s coming act natural.” Jaehyun looked at his phone and laughed, even though his screen was dark and Aera laughed with him.

“How the fuck am I supposed to act natural?!” you almost yelled bus as soon as you heard Mark’s little hi, your heart stopped beating.

It’s been almost three years since you heard his voice. Every memory played in your mind like a sad movie, the second he asked you to be his girlfriend to the end of your relationship with him, the moment he broke your heart almost made you cry again, but Aera stepped on your foot and you came back to reality.

“Hi.” You said coldly, his last word replaying in your head over and over again.

Aera and Jaehyun watched you and Mark awkwardly and Mark couldn’t find any words to say, except for, “H-hi.”

“Sooo, now that everyone’s here,” Jaehyun handed you your tickets. “Thanks.” Mark mumbled.

You were about to go on board, you didn’t say a word since Mark came and he was busy talking to Aera and Jaehyun. “Y/n, we’ll see you guys when we land alright?”

“What do you mean?” you asked confused, “We sit together? Right?”

“W-Well about that- we are flying first class, we wanted to spoil ourselves a little- please don’t get angry I’m sorry I am so sorry.” Aera whispered and you felt like you could explode any second like a volcano.

“Y-You mean… you’re telling me I have to sit with him for the next couple hours?! All alone?!” you tried to whisper but it was loud enough for Jaehyun and Mark to hear.

“shh! Just, I don’t know, sleep, or watch a movie or maybe just talk to him like a grown up, please do it for me?” she pouted.

“I’m gonna be wasted when we arrive in Greece.” You couldn’t be angry at her. “As long as you don’t kill him.”

Jaehyun and Aera entered the plane first and left you and Mark alone. “So, how have you been?”

The audacity.

“Good.” You mumbled. How long until you could enter that fucking plane?

“Me too, well, I’d say ok-“

“Look, Mark. I’m doing this for our friends, okay? I’m not interested in your life. I don’t want to talk to you unless it’s about the wedding. Did I make myself clear?” maybe you were mean and bitchy, but after everything he had done to you, you didn’t care.

He just nodded and looked down to his feet.

Half an hour later, you were seated on the plane right next to Mark. It’s not your first time flying, but it was Mark’s first time, and he was fucking scared.

“This is captain Lee Taeyong speaking, I’m your pilot for our flight to Mykonos, Greece. My co-pilot for today is Kim Doyoung. Please enjoy your flight.”

After the announcement and the instructions, you were ready to go.

The plane started moving and you could feel Mark tensing up next to you. His grip on the hand rest tightened and his knuckles turned white.

You tried so hard to ignore him, but you couldn’t. You should laugh at him, take pictures of his suffering- but you held his hand and assured it him that it’ll be over.

Mark looked at you and then back at your hands. Your thumb slowly stroked his hand and he stopped thinking about the plane and he could only think about your hand holding his.

You held his hand until you saw the flight attendant walk around.

Mark thanked you but you ignored him.

“Hello, would you like to have some water or coffee?” the flight attendant asked you and Mark.

“Just a water please.” Mark said.

“Do you have something stronger? Wine? Or champagne?”

“Sure ma’am.”

“Alright I’d like to have some champagne.” You smiled and she nodded.

Mark looked at you, eyes a little wide.

Four glasses later, you were a little tipsy.

“I think you had enough-“ Mark tried to stop you from ordering another glass.

“You don’t know anything about me!” you protested.

“Y/n, get some sleep come on-“

“Mind your own business.” You plugged in your Airpods and ignored him. You didn’t want him to interact with you and If you have to stop drinking for him to shut up, you sadly had to.

You closed your eyes and leaned back. You didn’t notice Mark’s eyes on you, watching your pretty features as your chest raised with every breath you took.

Shortly after, you fell asleep.

You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward but it's true

Three years ago

“It was a game. I won and now it’s over.” Mark said coldly as he looked away.

“What do you mean a game? And what is over? Mark, babe, I don’t understand.” Maybe you knew, maybe you tried to hide the fact that you saw it coming. Your relationship was too good to be true.

“I told my friends that I could fuck you within a year, and I did. We’ve been dating for ten months. I won. I can’t believe I waited ten months to fuck you.” He said casually.

“What?”

“Are you deaf? I fucked you and I got a lot of cash in exchange. Now we’re over. As simple as that.”

“You’re joking? Right? You love me, Mark. We love each other. It’s not funny.” Your voice broke.

“I’m not fucking joking,” he showed you the money he got, “Now, please get the fuck out of my apartment. Oh, and take your toothbrush with you.”

You were crying and that annoyed him. “Why are you fucking crying?!”

“M-Mark please don’t do this- I love you. I have never loved anyone like I love you. P-Please tell me you’re lying.” You sobbed.

“You know what, I’m leaving. Leave before I come back.”

Mark didn’t want to leave, but watching you cry and sob hurt him, he would never admit that to you but deep down, he felt something for you. Mark thought ending things with you was better than walking on eggshells. It was a matter of time until you would find out. He didn’t want to risk you finding out from someone else. The least he could do was tell you, face to face.

You loved him, you really loved him so much. He was a perfect boyfriend. There was not a single day you doubt him or your relationship. It hurt, you first ever heartbreak and you didn’t know how to handle the pain.

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to When I'm lying close to someone else You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

After your breakup with Mark, you felt your life slowly falling apart. You were barely present in class and you stopped interacting with your friends. You drowned in self-pity and you fell deeper and deeper. Only Aera was there for you. After so many years of friendship, she always got your back.

“Is the pain ever going to stop?” you asked her between sobs.

“Honey, it’ll take a while, but I promise you, it’ll stop.”

Aera and Jaehyun were dating since first year of college and he told you that he had no idea about his oldest friend’s plan. Jaehyun was happy to see his friend happy- because was happy whenever he was with you. You went on double dates and spent so much time together, Jaehyun really thought that you and Mark were going to end up together.

“I swear I didn’t know. His other friends- that Haechan guy and the others were with him. He never told me because he know that we’re friends.”

“It’s okay, Jae. You’re not as childish as they’re. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

And Jaehyun and Aera never left your side until college was over. During your time thinking about life and finishing college, you met Minho, your current boyfriend. You started dating and you thought he’d help you get over Mark, but he only made you feel worse.

He was a fuckboy, he fucked anyone with tits, and even though you knew it, you still agreed to date him.

Multiple fights and breakups followed, and you always end up at Aera’s or Minho would leave for a couple days.

Whenever you were lonely, and it was the case most of time, you thought about Mark. You missed him, his lips, his touches, the way he laughed and his silly jokes. You missed the way he said I love you and how warm and loved you felt with him.

No matter how hard Mark hurt you, you didn’t regret falling in love with him. You’d do it again and again.

We never got it right Playing and replaying old conversations Overthinking every word and I hate it 'Cause it's not me And what's the point in hiding Everybody knows we got unfinished business And I'll regret it if I didn't say this isn't what it could be

Two days until the wedding

Mark shook you softly and tried to wake you up. “Hey, Y/n. We’re here. Wake up.”

“Just a little longer Markie.” You mumbled in your sleep as you held his hand. When you landed, Mark got scared again and just held your hand without asking you. You were asleep after all.

Mark’s heart was about to explode. He blushed at the nickname. You used to call him Markie every time you were sleepy or acting like a baby to get his attention.

And every fucking time he fell for it and his heart softened. “Okay baby.” This time Mark stroked your hand with his thumb.

About three minutes later, the flight attendant came to wake her. “Sir, ma’am. You need to leave the plane. We landed almost ten minutes ago.”

You slowly woke up and stretched your arms. “What? Oh, sorry.” You stood up, a little too fast. Everything was spinning, Mark held your waist and you fell on his lap.

“Are you sure we landed? Everything’s spinning around.” You held your head, not noticing that you were on Mark’s lap. “Y/n, uhm, could you stand up? But do it slowly this time!” he still held your waist. “What? Oh, shit, sorry.” You stood up, a little slower this time.

“Y/n! Mark! What took you so long? What the hell?” Aera looked strictly but as she saw Mark’s arm around your waist she softened. “S-she’s a little tipsy.” Mark said, cheeks red.

“Of course, she is.”

“Am not! Oh my god, the weather is so good!” your eyes were slightly open but as soon as you saw the sea and the beautiful architecture your smiled brightly. You pushed Mark’s arm off and started unbuttoning your shirt.

Mark’s eyes widened, and Jaehyun turned around, he didn’t want to watch you take off your clothes. Aera’s mouth fell open and Mark kept on watching you. Your tank top under your shirt rose a little and Mark’s eyes travelled to your soft skin. You put your shirt in your handbag and took out your sunglasses.

Mark’s eyes never left your body, his eyes going up to your breasts. He needs to get away from you or he’ll lose his mind.

“You can turn back baby, she’s wearing something underneath.”

“J-Jaehyun maybe we should… you know.” Mark locked eyes with Jaehyun.

“What you mean Mark?” Jaehyun asked cluelessly.

“A car, you know, for the hotel.”

“Oh yeah right. Ladies, don’t move away, we’ll go rent a car.” Jaehyun kissed Aera and then they left.

“I’m going to kill him.” You breathed out after Mark left. “You won’t.” Aera posed next to you as you took selfies together. “I will. I hate him. He acts like nothing happened, like, like he never broke my heart. As if we’re old friends or shit like that.”

“He acts totally shy around you. I think you intimidate him. Did you see how he watched you when you took off your shirt? That idiot was and is so into you.” Aera always thought that Mark loved you, no matter what he did. You don’t date someone for months just for 50 bucks. “He’s a man. As soon as they see tits, they’re on their knees.” You laughed.

“Well, maybe you should let him kneel for you a little longer. I guess he’s into that.” She giggled.

“I can’t believe that you just said that.” You closed your eyes. “Well, Jaehyun’s into that.”

“Jaehyun’s into what?” Jaehyun asked as he heard his name. “Into me of course.”

“That’s why I’m marrying you.” He pulled her in for a kiss- a very steamy and hot kiss. “Hello? Keep it PG-13 please.” You looked at them with disgust in your eyes. Mark awkwardly coughed next to you. “The car is ready.”

You were in the backseat with Mark, he was a little close for your liking. “Your leg is touching mine.” You said. “And?” he asked.

“I don’t like it.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” He said back. “Excuse me?” you said in disbelief.

Jaehyun and Aera locked eyes for a second.

Aera turned the radio louder and it was your song.

“Y/n! Isn’t that your favorite song?!” she yelled through the music. Mark glanced at you. He remembered the song. You had your first kiss with Mark, and that song was playing in the background. You were in his car, just like right now, in the backseat.

“No. It’s not.” You said as you looked out.

“What? But it’s in your Spotify playlist. What was it called? Fav songs? Best songs? His songs? My songs?” she kept on asking and you couldn’t take it anymore. “’Our songs’ but I deleted that because that playlist was stupid. Now, please. Change that songs.”

Mark smiled to himself. You still had the playlist called our songs? Mark and you created that playlist when you were dating and you always listened to it, over thousand times and it never got boring.

“Fine.” She sighed. “No! Don’t change that song. I-it is my favorite song.” Mark said and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Okay.”

“Change it.” You demanded.

“Don’t.” Mark was looking at you too. “Aera, change the song.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Aera I’ll jump out of the car If you change it.” Mark threatened.

“He won, Y/n, sorry. He threatened with his life.”

You didn’t say anything because the song changed. You looked back to your phone, ignoring Mark.

“We’re here.” Jaehyun parked the car and you mouth fell open. The hotel looked stunning. “Holy shit. This place is fucking gorgeous.” Aera said happily. “Only the best for my fiancée.” Jaehyun was fucking cheesy but Aera loved it.

The hotel was not exactly like a hotel. It was more like little white house’s next to each other with a pool and a perfect view. The house was bigger than you thought, many guest rooms, a big room for the couple and a very big room for you and Mark, at the end of the hallway, far away from Jaehyun and Aera’s room.

“If you excuse us for a while, we have things to discuss in our room,” Jaehyun said as he winked at Aera. “But we’ll get dinner together. Don’t go too far, stay in your rooms or go swimming we don’t really care just leave us alone for an hour-“ Aera kicked his leg again. “or three.”

After unpacking your stuff, you decided to go to the pool. You changed to your black two-piece swimsuit and left your room and at the same time Mark opened his door and left his room. He was in his swim trunks and he stopped his movements as soon as he saw you leaving your room.

Mark tried to hide his gaze on your body, but he was quite obvious. “Stop staring.”

“I-I’m not staring.” He looked away.

“Sure.” You made your way outside, to the pool. It was extremely hot, you put your towel on the beach chair next to the pool and sat down, ready to put on some sunscreen. Mark entered the porch and looked at you. You put sunscreen on your legs and didn’t break the eye contact.

You wanted to tease him, provoke him so you put on a show. You slowly pulled the straps of your swimsuit down and slowly put the sunscreen on your neck and shoulders until you reached the upper part of your breasts. You didn’t need to look at Mark, you felt his eyes on your as he put his stuff down next to you.

“Mark?”

“Y-Yes?” he stuttered, his focus on your breasts.

“Could you help me? I can’t reach my back.” You said innocently.

Mark gulped, “Y-yeah I can, uhm, I can do that for you.”

Mark wasn’t the only one watching. You watched him too. You watched him take off his shirt and you couldn’t look away. He looked hot, hotter than before. Did he start working out? He caught you watching him and smirked at you. You threw the sunscreen to him and turned around. You untied the bikini bra but held it against your breasts.

He squeezed a little on his hand and slowly put it on your lower back, slowly massaging it into your skin. You didn’t know If his hands were cold or If the sunscreen was cold, but after he touched you, your entire body shivered. You got goosebumps, you even felt your nipples harden.

“Yes Mark, just like that.” You teased him again.

“Feels good?”

“Mhm…” you moaned.

His face was close to yours, you could feel his breathe against your neck. His hands slowly travelled down, slightly about your ass. “Hands up, Mark.” You pushed his hands up again, you wouldn’t let him touch your ass.

You leaned back, your head was resting on Mark’s shoulder. You were sitting between his legs and you grabbed his thigh after he put a little bit pressure on your back. You weren’t going to lie- it really felt good. Your muscles relaxed, you closed your eyes and just let him touch you.

“You want me to go harder?” he whispered in your ear. “Yes, please go harder on me.” And he did. You squeezed his thigh, your hand travelled higher and higher, “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath and when you stopped, you moved forwards. “That’s enough.”

You tied your bikini bra back up and turned to him. He quickly tried to hide his bulge with a towel. “Are you perhaps turned-on Mark?” you mocked him.

“Your nipples are hard. I guess you are turned-on.”

He was right. You were turned on and your nipples were hard. “No, I’m not. Why would that turn me on? My nipples are hard b-because it’s cold. And stop looking you pervert!” you crossed your arms in front of you and made your way to the pool.

“Cold my ass.” He mumbled.

You slowly entered the pool, step by step. The temperature was good, you hoped your nipples would calm down. You watched Mark enter the pool, he was on the other side looking at you.

“This is my side and that is yours. Stay on your side and don’t bother me.” You told him strictly. Mark nodded and watched you. You just stared at each other and then Mark dove into the water. He swam towards you and when he got out, he was right in front of you, face, and hair wet. Chest rising and falling, eyes on you. Mark was really close, like, really close. You could feel the bulge against your thigh.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Swimming.” He caged you in his arms and pushed your body softly against the wall. He looked at you and the beautiful view of Greece and the ocean he had.

“Swim on your side of the pool.” He was annoying you so much.

“I have a better view from here.” Mark said as he looked you in the eyes. “Fine, you can stay here-“

“Don’t go.” He whispered. “Why? I’m blocking your view.”

“You are the view.”

You didn’t say anything back- you couldn’t. Your heart was beating against your chest, breathing got difficult and you couldn’t calm down. He was so close, you were about to lose your mind.

Mark wasn’t doing any better. You looked ethereal. You looked as beautiful as the first time he had met you. You were even prettier and the way you were so cold to him was kind of hot. Mark thought that his feelings for you died but seeing you after such a long time only made him realize, that his feelings for you got even stronger.

He always asked Jaehyun about you, but Jaehyun punched him and told him to fuck off because he had hurt his girlfriends’ best friend and his own friend, too. In Jaehyun’s eyes, Mark was a great friend, and he would trust him with his life, but after what he had done to you, Mark lost the right to know about your life. Still, Mark tried to find out If you were feeling any better after the breakup. If you were happy without him in your life, but he always failed and reaching out to you would be the worst thing he could do to you.

Mark’s hands were on your waist. He pushed his body against yours and he knew how nervous you were, but two can play this game.

Your hand was on his toned stomach, caressing it softly and then going down. You never broke eye contact and when your hand landed on his crotch, softly squeezing his bulge, he let out a moan. You were bold, you kept on playing with his bulge and Mark’s lips were attacking your neck. He placed soft kisses and started sucking.

“Fuck, Y/n. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.” He moaned as he squeezed your waist slightly. Before you could realize what exactly was happening, your phone rang.

“Ignore it.” Mark mumbled, his lips leaving your skin for a second.

“Mark- no.”

“Please… I’m so close.” He kissed your neck up to your jaw. You wanted to keep doing whatever the fuck you were doing with fucking Mark Lee, but your phone never stopped ringing. “You’re close?”

“Yes baby, so close.”

And you stopped your hand movements immediately. “W-What no please-“ he begged but you pushed him away. “You’re a big boy, right? You don’t need me.” You stepped out of the pool and wrapped the towel around yourself. Mark was painfully hard, and he was about to cum.

You took your phone and looked at the messages you just got. Minho texted you and you realized that you just gave Mark a handjob, even though he didn’t cum, and you totally forgot about Minho’s existence. Not that Minho always had you on his mind.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You said.

Mark looked at you curiously.

You called Minho immediately, not caring If you lost so much money since you called someone abroad.

“What the fuck does that mean?!” you asked angrily.

“I’m busy- I can’t attend the wedding.”

“Busy my ass, fuck you. This is my best friend’s wedding, the least you could do is to come to the wedding and stay next to your fucking girlfriend.” You were so angry, you didn’t care about anything.

Mark didn’t want to listen to your private conversation- and he had to jerk off- but after hearing the word girlfriend, he stopped in his tracks and listened.

“I have so much work and it’s just a wedding- I’ll make it up to you.” Minho said but you were distracted by the voices and music. “A-Are you at the club? You promised you’d never do that again?!”

“I’m with some colleagues-“ he lied.

“It’s fine. I don’t have time for this right now.” You hung up without listening to him any further. You were exhausted, so fucking exhausted. You turned to your left and saw Mark watching you. “Who was that?” he asked.

“None of your business.” You were cold to him again. Mark was about to say something, but you left without giving him the chance.

The only thing on your mind right now was Mark’s lips on your body. You took a hot shower and changed into a pretty sundress, perfect for the hot weather.

Mark was under the shower, after he jerked off, you still didn’t leave his mind. All he could think about was you and the person to whom you were talking.

After an hour, Aera told you to get ready- you were all going out for dinner. You all got ready and left the house. You were in the backseat with Mark again, not exchanging a word with the three, you were in your own world.

When you felt Mark’s hand on your thigh you turned your head to him. “Huh?”

“Burgers? What do you say?” he asked softly and pulled his hand back. “Sure.” You just wanted to drink, you didn’t care about food.

Jaehyun parked next to a restaurant and when you entered, you were all shocked. It was a beautiful restaurant with a terrace and a pretty view. Aera was next to you, Jaehyun across from her and Mark right across from you.

It felt like back then when you were going on actual double dates. “I think I have a déjà vu?” Jaehyun laughed awkwardly. “Ouch!” Mark yelped. “Sorry Mark, I wanted to kick Jaehyun.” Aera said. “Why would you want to kick me?” he asked his girlfriend. “Babe, shut up.” It was so awkward.

Mark looked at you, he knew exactly what Jaehyun was talking about. “Do you guys remember when the waiter pushed Jaehyun’s head into the cake?” Mark laughed at the memory the four of your shared. You didn’t say anything, but the others laughed. “Oh my god that was hilarious. He tasted so delicious.” Aera winked at him. “Okay, well, uhm, I wasn’t talking about that.” Mark scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“My baby likes it when her fiancée tastes like strawberries.” Jaehyun smirked at Aera.

“This is absolutely not something we want to hear, Jesus.” Mark said disgusted.

After finishing dinner, you walked on the beach together. “Hey, babe, what’s on your mind?” Aera pulled you back to talk to you. She knew something was up.

“I just- Minho isn’t coming and I’m not sad about it. Why am I not sad about it?” you asked her. “Thanks god- I mean, I think your brain started working finally. Do you even see a future with him?” she asked you. “No, I don’t b-but I’ll never have future with anyone- I guess I’m just not worth-“

“If you dare to finish that sentence, I’ll push you into the water.” Aera threatened you. “Listen, I know when you are happy, and there was not a single time you were happy in that relationship, not like you were with that dumbass-“ she pointed at Mark, “The last time I saw you truly happy was with him, and I’m not saying go get Mark, I’m saying that Minho isn’t worth it. You are too good for him and there’s someone who loves you so much and who deserved your love and attention. Not that looser.”

And your eyes never left Mark’s back.

Something inside you switched, you don’t need a man next to you to be happy, well definitely not a man like Minho- he wasn’t even a man. After all the tears and fights you finally opened your eyes, and you knew that you deserve better.

“Fuck this shit I’m breaking up with that piece of shit.” And you really did. Aera held your hand as you dialed his number and called him.

“Y/n? It’s fucking 4 am.” Minho said. “Babe-“ you heard in the background, but you didn’t fucking care.

“You know what, I don’t even fucking care. Do whatever you want- thanks god you aren’t coming. I don’t have to make memories with an asshole like you. Go back to your slut. I’ll get my stuff when I’m back. I’m done with you” And you hung up.

You felt better than ever before.

You didn’t feel like crying- you were happy, you wanted to make great memories with your best friend and after so many years, you finally broke up with Minho. You felt free and when you looked to your left, to the stunning view you had, you just smiled.

“I’m so proud of you. You know, there are a couple single friends of Jaehyun coming to the wedding, maybe you’ll get some dick.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Jaehyun’s friends? Are we really sure about that?” you joked, looking at Mark again.

“You are right.”

Meanwhile, Mark and Jaehyun were talking about you.

“Dude, she was talking about someone not attending the wedding and like, she said girlfriend or something, I don’t know- is she… is Y/n dating someone?” Mark asked, he was scared of the answer. He had hope to get you back, but when you were someone else’s, he couldn’t do anything.

“Yeah, Minho. Such a piece of shit, like, he’s worse than you-“

“Hey!”

“Sorry, but like, what you did was an asshole move but he’s like constantly an asshole, I think that’s worse than being a dick just once. He cheats and yells and is so fucking disrespectful, if it weren’t for Y/n I’d kill him and I can’t believe that he’s coming to my wedding, god.”

Mark was shocked, you’re really dating someone like him?

“Why isn’t she leaving him?” he asked Jaehyun. “I don’t really know, they started dating right after you left, maybe she tried to move on with him.”

Mark knew he had hurt you really bad, but you tried to move on that soon? Why did you touch him like that when you have a boyfriend? Why did you let him kiss your neck and be so close?

“Let’s go to the club!” you yelled happily, and Mark turned to you. “Club?” he asked.

“Yes, the fucking club, I want to get wasted!” you sang happily.

And the next stop was a club. After a couple shots (Jaehyun didn’t drink anything except for water, he’s the driver), you and Aera danced on the dancefloor happily together. You felt so alive and excited, you jumped around and Mark couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.

The way your dress slightly rose and exposed your beautiful legs. He hoped nobody else was looking at you like he did.

“You’re staring.” Jaehyun said.

“Am not.”

“You’re so fucking obvious, it physically hurts me to see you like this.” Jaehyun patted Mark’s back.

“Do you think she still hates me?” Mark asked. “Well, I would.”

“That’s not helpful.” Mark gulped down another shot. “Alright, I’m sorry. She’s like, pissed, but I don’t think she hates you.”

“Baby! Dance with me!” Aera pulled Jaehyun to the dance floor and he didn’t resist. He had to show everyone that Aera was his girl, his fiancée. Dancing slowly turned into a make out session and not even five minutes later, they left the dancefloor and entered the restroom.

After dancing for so long, you returned back to your table. “What are you doing here all alone?” you asked Mark.

“Drinking.” He drank shot after shot. “Share with me.” You sat down next to him, really close. Your thighs touching and his gaze on your legs made you smirk.

“Let’s play a game. We’ll ask questions and If we don’t want to answer, we take a shot. Okay?”

You nodded, that could get really interesting. You ordered a whole vodka bottle and started the game.

“Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman. Well, okay, I got a question. Did you get to cum today?” you asked boldly. “I did.” He smirked at you.

“Okay, uhm, were you turned on?”

You took a shot, yes you were so turned on, but you wouldn’t say that out loud.

Mark looked you in the eyes, “Do I look hot?”

“So fucking hot.” Mark said without thinking.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked now, you took a shot, which was a pretty obvious answer to him. He put his hand on your thigh. He squeezed slightly. “I never said yes.” You said. “You also never said no. Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“It’s not your turn.” Which meant that you didn’t want him to stop touching you.

After a couple shots, Mark finally asked you the question he was dying to ask.

“Did you miss me?” his face was serious, and he looked you the deep in the eyes. Whenever Mark asked you a question to which you couldn’t say no, you took a shot, just like you did at this question. Mark knew that you had missed him.

“I missed you. So much.” He came closer, nose brushing yours. Mark pressed his lips on the corner of your lips. He slightly pulled back and you looked at you, you weren’t stopping him, so he continued.

The next kiss landed on the tip of your nose and then on the other corner of your lips. Mark squeezed your thigh with a little bit more pressure as he finally placed his lips on yours. Mark kissed you slowly and without realizing it, you kissed him back. You shut your eyes and let him kiss you. He kissed you with so much passion, so much longing and you cupped his cheeks to pull him closer.

His right hand held you by your waist and squeezed it, you gasped, and he put his hot muscle in your mouth. His tongue was playing with yours, he sucked on your lower lip and you could feel yourself getting wetter with every touch and every kiss. You forgot that you were in public, everyone could watch your heavy make-out session with Mark.

“M-Mark-“ you moaned.

“Mhmm…” he didn’t want to stop-

“Mark- there are people around -fuck- us-“ when he started kissing your neck, you lost it.

“Don’t care.” And he kept kissing your skin. “I can’t get enough of you.” He smirked as he left a mark on your skin.

You opened your eyes and saw Jaehyun and Aera coming. You pushed Mark away and acted like you didn’t just have the best kiss of your life.

“We’re done,” Aera giggled, “We should go back, it’s late and we should get sober until tomorrow night. I want to remember my bachelorette party.”

You just nodded, grabbed your purse, and left the club with the others coming after you.

The car ride was awkward. Mark wanted to hold your hand, but you tried to leave as much space as possible between you. Your head was spinning, you wanted him but the voice in your head told you to back off.

Mark was silent the whole ride back and after you left, he could finally breath again.

“The others are coming tomorrow, I trust my best man to take care of them.” Jaehyun and Mark talked on the way back to the house and you tried to ignore the fact that Mark was really walking right next to you.

“Of course, dude. You’re bachelor party is going to be crazy, by the way.” Mark planed something big for Jaehyun.

“No strippers.” Jaehyun warned.

“No strippers for you.” Mark teased even though he was suddenly not interested in seeing women, except for you. You were on his mind and you just didn’t want to leave.

That kind of hurt you.

You accidently locked eyes with Mark, and he wanted to punch himself. “I- I mean I don’t want them either- you know? I swear I didn’t book any strippers.” Mark tried to save himself, but you just rolled your eyes.

“We’re going to have strippers though, Aera.”

“What? Aera, babe, I thought we said no strippers.” Jaehyun pouted.

“I told her! Y/n No strippers!” Aera panicked.

“No strippers for you.” You mocked Mark and he glared at you.

“No strippers and that’s final.” Jaehyun said strictly like a dad, pointing his finger at me.

“I was just joking- don’t worry. No strippers. Promise.”

You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward but it's true

The next day was hectic. Family members and friends finally arrived and you, as the maid of honor, tried your best to be there for them and for Aera. Mark on the other hand just hung out with Jaehyun. The wedding is tomorrow and the bachelor parties are tonight. Aera was a little stressed, even with your help. She was talking with the catering company and you could see how exhausted she was.

“Aera, go take a long relaxing bath, I got this. I have your list and all of the information. Let me manage this, you need to relax and enjoy this. I don’t want you to stress.” You told her.

“You’re right, I trust you with this.”

You did everything you had to do. You were done with the check list and when you were about to go to your room to take a quick nap, a voice interrupted you.

“So, Y/n. Did you get hotter? Or is it just the weather in Greece?”

You turned around and faced Johnny Suh. A close friend of Jaehyun and he was always flirting with you, even when you dated Mark, but it was harmless. He was always nice and kind and you flirted back, just for fun of course and well, you liked making Mark jealous.

“Oh look at you! Long time no see.” You hugged him and the other boys trailing after him. Mark leading the boys and watching you and Johnny flirt right in front of him.

You hugged the others, and they didn’t know how to act, since Mark was glaring at them, which you didn’t notice.

“So Y/n, do you need any help?” Johnny said, winking at you.

“I’m actually done with everything, I was about to take a nap.”

“A nap? Come on, we’re in Greece. Let’s go to the beach.” Johnny suggested and everyone agreed with him, even Mark.

You thought about it for a second. Going to beach sound perfect, who knows If you ever come to Greece again.

“Alright, I’ll go get my stuff and change.”

You changed to your bikini and a sundress. You packed your back, a couple towels, sunscreen, and your sunglasses. The boys were already waiting for you. Jungwoo, Mark, Johnny and Yuta were the only ones who wanted to go to the beach. Jaehyun was napping and the others wanted to go to the city.

You were sitting between Jungwoo and Mark. Johnny was driving and Yuta took the passenger seat. You pressed your legs together, you didn’t want to touch Mark’s legs. After everything that happened last night, you were scared and you didn’t know what to do. Mark wasn’t doing any better. It was so awkward and if he could, he would kiss you again.

Not even 15 minutes later, you arrived at the beach and it was such a beautiful view.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.” You said with wide eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” Johnny flirted and you softly hit him on the shoulder, “Shut up.”

Mark tried to ignore Johnny’s flirty behavior, but it was so hard, even back when you and Mark were still dating, he hated it whenever Johnny flirted like that with you. He didn’t even know why, he shouldn’t have cared, he was only dating you for the money, right? But now it was different. Now he cared even more, he wanted you and it drove him crazy that you ignored him all day.

When you settled down right in front of the beach, Yuta and Jungwoo dropped everything and ran straight into the water.

“They didn’t put any sunscreen on.” Johnny mumbled, “Can you help me put some on Y/n?” he asked you.

“Sure.”

Once again, Mark wanted to punch his friend.

The way you put sunscreen on Johnny’s back was quick, you wanted to annoy Mark, you didn’t want him to think that you were really interested in Johnny. Johnny thanked you and asked you if you need help too and when you nodded, Mark remembered when he put sunscreen on your back yesterday.

Mark smirked at the memory, you’re so beautiful and your moans were so pretty and-

Mark’s thoughts were interrupted by you.

“Johnny, you are so strong, it feels so good.”

How could you say that, Mark thought.

“Y/n are you still with that piece of shit?” Johnny asked you as he massaged your back. “No I broke up with him.”

“So you’re single right?”

“Fuck- Yes, single.” You closed your eyes and enjoyed the massage you were getting.

“Hyung, I think Yuta is calling your name.” Mark interrupted.

“I can’t hear anything?” you mumbled.

“For real, he called your name just a second ago, maybe you should go look after him.”

Johnny’s plan worked. Johnny could hear the jealousy in Mark’s voice. Johnny wasn’t really interested in you, yeah you were pretty and you have a great personality, but you were still Mark’s ex-girlfriend and Johnny knew that Mark still liked you, even though he never admitted that.

“Alright, maybe Mark can continue?” Johnny asked you.

“I don’t know… Mark’s not as strong as you are.” You teased.

“I am strong, did you forget about yesterday-“

“Okayyyy.” Johnny laughed awkwardly and left you two.

Mark placed his hands on your back, he softly massaged you. You were laying on your stomach and Mark slowly untangled your bikini straps.

“How is this?” he asked you as he put a little pressure on your back.

“G-Good, so good.”

“You like making me jealous huh?” his hand travelled down but he stopped right before your butt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said innocently even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Oh baby, you do. You know what I’m talking about,” he put a little bit of pressure on your neck, “I really want to spank you for behaving like a brat.”

“Do it.”

“Don’t play with me.” Mark bend forward and pressed his lips on your bare shoulder. He left wet kisses on your skin and you closed your eyes and let him.

You missed him. You missed Mark so much. You wanted him and he wanted you, but there was still something holding you back.

You got interrupted by the ringing of your phone.

Mark pulled back and when you tried to stand up to reach for your phone, you forgot that your bikini was loose.

“Oh shit-“ you laid back and Mark giggled. He tied your straps back together and you finally answered your phone.

“Hi Aera, yeah we’re at the beach. Everything is done, don’t worry I took care of everything. Yeah be ready at 9 I’m not telling you what I’ve planned. The dress code is red and short. No Jaehyun won’t get jealous because he won’t get to see you until the wedding. Oh, I’m- I’m with Mark right now- would you shut up we’re not-“ you glanced at Mark who was already looking at you, “I’m hanging up now.”

Aera teased you with Mark, she asked you why you were alone with him and if you were doing dirty things with him.

“I’m going to the boys, are you coming?” you asked him softly.

Mark just nodded and trailed after you.

After your fun beach day, you got ready for the bachelorette party. Aera’s three other friends were also coming and knew about your plan. You booked a limousine and a VIP place in a club, it wasn’t much, but Aera liked it the traditional way.

After changing to a short red dress with thin straps, you put on makeup and you were ready to go. The others were also ready and Aera tried to hide herself.

“Jaehyun can’t see me like this- he’d rip this dress off me, then he would fuck me and then he would burn it.”

“Calm down, Johnny told me that they already left.” You assured her.

“Fine. Fuck I look so hot.” Aera opened her front camera once again and looked at herself.

“Yes you do and now let’s get wasted!!” one of her other friends said.

Driving in a limousine was fun, Aera popped the champagne bottle carefully and after driving around the city for 3 hours and having fun in the limousine, you arrived at the club.

You entered the VIP lounge and the night started perfectly. Everyone was having fun, dancing, and drinking.

Aera secretly texted Jaehyun that she missed him and loved him. She also left for about five minutes just to talk to him in the restroom.

“Where the hell were you?” you asked her.

“I was talking to Jaehyun I’m sorry I’ll turn my phone off now.”

And she did, of course after she texted Jaehyun that she was turning her phone off, she didn’t want him to worry and also have fun.

After that, Aera drank and danced like there was no tomorrow.

You were also having the time of your life, it’s been so long since you danced freely in a club. No, it’s been so long since you had fun at all. When you were with Minho, you never had any fun. It was always about him, his pleasure, his feelings, everything about him. All you could think about was Mark when you were with Minho. No matter how much Mark hurt you, when he was your boyfriend, he was always perfect. He valued you more than Minho ever did. You shouldn’t be thinking about Mark when you were lying next to someone else, but you couldn’t help it.

“Y/n?”

You turned around and your eyes met Mark’s.

“M-Mark? Are you real? Or am I dreaming?” you giggled, you were tipsy.

“I’m real,” he stroked your cheek, “This island is so small, we ended up at the same club.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist. “I was thinking about you the whole day.” you admitted, you were drunk and drunk you always said the truth.

“Me too. Couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Are you drunk?” you asked.

“No, but I’m still telling you the truth. I missed you.”

“I miss-“

“Y/n! Jaehyun is here and he can’t see Aera, it’s almost midnight! It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!” Aera’s friend giggled, “and she’s so fucking drunk and I’m so drunk too,” she giggled again.

You sobered up quickly, thanks god you didn’t drink much, there has to be someone sober enough to take care of everyone and you could never forgive yourself if anything happens before the wedding.

“I’ll take her back to the hotel, you guys can stay and have more fun.” You told her and she thanked you and told you to call if anything happens.

Mark followed you, he helped you carry Aera to the taxi.

“I’ll come with you.” Mark said.

“Don’t worry about us. I can take care of us, go have fun with the boys.” You smiled softly.

“No I want to be with you- I mean, I was bored anyway, and tomorrow is the big day, I should have some… sleep.” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

When you arrived at the hotel, Mark helped you carry Aera to your room. She was going to stay with you for tonight, Jaehyun shouldn’t see her before the wedding.

“Sleep tight, tomorrow is going to be your big day.” you said as you tugged her in.

You turned to Mark with a small smile on your face, “Thank you. For helping me with her.”

“Of course. Uhm, do you, only if you want to of course, do you want to drink something with me? In m-my room if that’s okay for you. I mean it’s still early and I’m not really sleepy, you know.” Mark rambled.

“Yeah, sure.” You said shyly.

Mark opened the door and you entered his room. His room was clean and had a perfect view. Even at night, the view was beautiful. The lights in the dark, the moon shining brightly, it looked mesmerizing.

You stood in front of his window and Mark watched you with a smile on his lips to you, the view was everything but to Mark, you were everything. You looked absolutely beautiful to him.

Mark took a couple steps and was now right behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder. You intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him closer to you.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.” He whispered softly against your ear.

You turned around, his arms still around you and his face so close to yours.

“I couldn’t tell you this in the club so I’m going to say it now,” you whispered against his lips, “I missed you too, Mark. I missed you so much.”

And without thinking twice, you both leaned in and kissed.

You closed your eyes immediately and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, he did the same, he pulled you closer by your waist and pressed you against the window.

He kissed you gently and slowly, your heart pounded against your chest and Mark’s heart was racing, too. As if time stopped right there, as if they were never apart. Mark’s right hand was on your jaw, softly pushing your head up to get better access to your mouth, you let out a soft moan, Mark used the opportunity to meet your tongue.

The kiss was perfect, slow but still so passionate.

Mark pulled back, you were breathing heavily and heat rose from your stomach to your chest, a feeling you couldn’t really describe.

He left wet kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw and then your neck. You tilt your head back, Mark sucked on your soft skin as your hands tangled in his hair, lightly pulling.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you just wanted to take off this dress and let Mark fuck you.

“D-Do you want this?” he asked you.

“Yes-“ you whimpered as he sucked on your sensitive spot.

Mark pulled you to his bed, with you on top of him straddling his lap. Your lips connected again, you tried to unbutton his shirt as he grabbed your butt softly and squeezed it.

You almost ripped his shirt, but you didn’t care.

It was your turn to press your lips on his neck.

Mark closed his eyes, the way his crotch met you when you pressed yourself against him, the way your lips kissed his soft skin, leaving pretty marks on Mark.

Mark couldn’t take it anymore. His pants were so tight, it almost hurt. He wanted to feel you, he needed to feel you. Mark changed positions, he was on top of you now.

“Take this off- please, fuck, take this off now.” He looked for the zipper of your dress and when he finally found it, he wanted to cry.

He took off your dress, and fuck, he was going crazy. You weren’t wearing a bra, only your black panties.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

The way Mark looked at you made you feel so beautiful. You weren’t shy like you used to be, you felt good and you wanted him so bad.

You pulled him up for a short kiss.

Mark took off his pants as fast as he could and he was painfully hard. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. His lips were on your nipple, he sucked on your breast and his hand was playing with the other one. After sucking on your one nipple, his attention was on the other one. “Mark- fuck, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You moaned.

You were so wet and feeling Mark’s cock against your thigh turned you so on.

While playing with your nipples, his one hand found your pussy. He stroked it over your panties, but then his hand travelled in your panties and he started playing with your wet pussy.

“Baby you are so wet. All for me?”

“Yes, yes. So wet for you, Mark.” You closed your eyes tightly. It felt so good to feel his hands on you again.

Even thought Mark wanted to taste you, he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be in you now.

“You can take me, right baby? I need to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me Mark.” You also couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to cum.

Mark took off his boxers and hovered above you. “F-Fuck I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t have a condom? Why?” you asked him.

“Well, I didn’t think that I was going to fuck you here.”

“What if you’d met someone else here?” you asked curiously.

“I’m not interested in someone else. I want you- I always wanted you.” He admitted shyly.

You looked each other in the eyes for a couple seconds, he leaned in and pecked your lips. He pulled back and looked at you again.

“You can fuck me without a condom. I’m on the pill and I haven’t had sex in months,” You can’t even remember the last time Minho fucked you. “And I never fucked without a condom after I had sex with you.”

“Me too. I mean after… after you I haven’t fucked raw.”

“Okay.” You said softly.

“Okay.” He leaned in and pressed his lips on yours.

While kissing you, he slowly pushed his cock in you. You grabbed his biceps tightly, he stretched you, you haven’t been fucked in so long, you got even tighter.

Mark pulled back and looked at you. “You feel so good around me. So, so fucking good. I missed you so much.” With that, Mark pushed his entire length inside of you.

“Fuck-“

He was fucking into you, slowly but hard. You could feel his entire length and he always hit your sweet spot. “Right there- Mark, fuck.”

“I-I want to ride you. Mark, fuck.” You moaned.

Mark turned you, you were now on top of him.

You bounced on his cock up and down, his hands on your waist pushed you down and he thrusted his hips to fuck into you. Your hands were on his shoulder, holding him. Even though you wanted to ride him, he was fucking you hard and good.

“M-Mark I’m gonna cum. Fuck Fuck Mark-“

And then your climax hit you. You collapsed on top of him and he still fucked into you. “Fuck feel so good. Y-you feel so good.” Mark was so close and the way he kept fucking you overstimulated you. You clenched one last time and Mark came inside of you, painting you walls white. He moaned your name as he came and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

Mark wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his chest. Mark pulled his cock out of you. You could hear his heart beating against his chest.

The night was perfect, after cleaning you up, you were wrapped in his arms once again. You talked about everything that night. Everything you had missed when you were apart.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Sure.”

“Did you ever love him? Minho or whatever his name was.” Mark was jealous, even though you were in his arms.

“No, I don’t think that I’ve ever loved anyone, except for you. I always loved you.”

Mark smiled and kissed your temple.

“Why were you with him? Why didn’t you break up with him? Jaehyun told me that he’s an asshole.”

“After- after you broke up with me, I was… lost. I didn’t know what to do. I felt worthless and just- useless. He made me feel- wanted? I don’t know. I needed someone to forget you and he didn’t care. He never cared about me but he made me believe that he loved me. And that’s all I wanted. I just wanted to be loved.” You whispered the last part. A tear escaped your eye and you were quick enough to wipe it away. But Mark still noticed.

Mark felt bad. He never wanted you to feel this way. You were a dream. You were so perfect and it was his fault that you felt worthless. If anyone was useless, it was Mark.

“It’s my fault a-and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that you felt that way, but it’s not true. You are so much more. You are perfect in every possible way. You are more than anyone could ask for. I’ll never forgive myself that I made you feel this way.” Mark teared up and pulled you even closer.

“C-Can I ask you something?” you asked this time.

“Y-Yes.”

“What did you do with the money?” you were always curious about that.

Mark gulped hard, the memory pained him. “I gave it back.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t take money from a stupid bet, a bet that hurt you. I wasn’t proud of what I did. I wanted to forget that it happened, that I did that to you. I wanted to erase that from my memory. But I couldn’t erase you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you. I loved you back then and I love you now. I never stopped loving you but I was too scared to reach out to you. I thought you hated me and it took me long to realize how much I love you.”

You looked up to him, you didn’t want to cry but your eyes were teary. “You love me?”

“Yes, I love you. I love you so much. There was not a single day without missing you, not a single day without regret eating me alive.”

“S-So you still love?”

“Yes. I love you.” He looked you deep in the eyes.

“I love you too.”

Mark smiled widely. Oh, how he missed hearing that you loved him.

“I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay.” You pecked his lips but that wasn’t enough for Mark. He climbed on top of you and kissed you passionately.

His hand was on your naked thigh, stroking it softly. You were wet and when Mark put his hand on your wet pussy, you moaned.

Mark circled your clit and his tongue played with yours. It felt so good. He slowly put two fingers inside of your cunt and thrusted them in and out. You clenched around his fingers and you could feel your climax coming. Mark added a third finger.

His lips were back on your skin. Mark softly kissed your boobs and sucked on your sensitive nipples.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum?” he asked you between his kisses.

“Yes- I’m so close.”

“Look at me.” His face was close to yours again, and when you looked at him, at his dark doe eyes, you came.

After you calmed down, you glanced at the clock in the room.

“Shit, Mark. It’s almost six in the morning. We need to sleep.”

You talked the whole night and after two orgasms and cuddling, you didn’t notice that it was already this late.

“But I’m hard.” He pouted.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Yes, please baby, please suck me off.” He begged.

You were on the edge of the bed, your face right in front of his hard cock.

You slowly licked from the bottom to his tip. You pumped his cock in your hand a couple times before you put it inside of your mouth. After pumping him, you licked the slit on his tip.

“Babe- don’t tease me.” He whimpered.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anything- but just please, do something.”

You put his entire length inside of your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and pumping the part of his dick you couldn’t put inside of your mouth.

You stopped bobbing you head and stared licked his tip again. “Babe- please. Please make me cum.”

Mark was going crazy. He needed to cum, his cock was so sensitive now, he twitched every time you licked or touched him.

“Okay, baby. I teased you enough, I’ll make you cum. You want to cum right?” you kissed his cock and he nodded. “Please. I want to cum on your face.”

You sucked his dick properly this time, he was so sensitive and so close, not even ten seconds later, he came on your face, just like he wanted to.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. That was so fucking good, babe, fuck.” Mark was breathing heavily, the intense orgasm tired him. You cleaned you face, fortunately he only came on your face and inside of your mouth.

You crawled back to him and kissed his lips. “Thank you.” He thanked you. “I love sucking your dick.”

“No, well yeah thank you for that too but I’m thankful for everything. Thank you for forgiving me.”

“I love you.”

And you fell asleep in his arms.

I'd go back to you I'd go back to you What was there, wasn't sure But I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

Not even three hours later, your alarm clock woke you and Mark up.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You mumbled.

“I don’t want you to leave either. Stay a little longer.” He kissed your shoulder.

“I can’t I have to wake up Aera. It’s her big day, it needs to be perfect.”

“Everything you do is perfect.” Mark flirted.

“Shut up, I’ll see you later okay? Thank you for last night.”

“I love you.” He leaned down and kissed you. After kissing for two minutes to pulled back again. “I have to go.”

“Just five more minutes.”

Almost thirty minutes later, you tiptoed to your bedroom. Aera was wide awake playing with her phone when she saw you.

“Where the fuck were you and why are- oh my god.” Aera understood immediately. “You bitch fucked Mark didn’t you.”

“Yes, and now shut up and get ready for your wedding day!”

“I know I know, but like, I’m happy if you are happy. Are you happy?” she asked you worriedly.

“Yes. I’ve never been happier I think.” You smiled. You were really happy and so in love with Mark.

“Then I’m happy.”

Hours later, you found yourself in your maid of honor dress, looking absolutely gorgeous. Mark was helping you with everything. With the catering company, the guests and everything else that needed to be taken care of.

Mark stole kisses from you here and there and now he pulled you back to his bedroom and kissed you intensely.

“You look so stunning- I can’t stop staring at you. I love you, pretty girl.” He kissed you again.

“M-Mark fuck, you look so hot and I really want to fuck you, b-but, fuck we can’t.” you closed your eyes and let him kiss your neck.

“Okay, okay. I’m trying to stay calm, but fuck, you look so good I want to rip that dress off.”

“We’ll have the whole night. Let’s go back, people are going to get suspicious.”

When you went back, you met Johnny and Yuta on your way.

“Where are you two coming from?” Yuta asked.

“My bedroom- ouch.” You kicked Mark’s leg.

“What were you doing in your bedroom?” Johnny asked amused. “Do you want me to show you?” Mark asked with a smirk.

“Mark? What the f-“ and then Mark pulled you in and kissed you fully on the lips.

He could finally show Johnny that you belonged to him, that you always belonged to him.

“Well I guess we saw that coming.” Yuta laughed with Johnny. The two left and you were still kissing.

“Ew! He is eating her Mommy!” you heard a little girl scream.

You pulled away immediately and apologized.

Mark laughed his ass off as he walked you to Aera’s dressing room. “I’m going to eat you tonight. But not your mouth. I’m going to eat your cunt.”

“I can’t wait. I’ll see you at the ceremony alright? I need to stay with Aera now.”

“Okay baby.” He kissed you goodbye.

The wedding ceremony ended so quickly, next thing you knew you were in Mark’s arms slow dancing. Aera and Jaehyun’s wedding was truly beautiful. Everything went smoothly and you were finally resting in the arms of your lover.

Aera and Jaehyun were also slow dancing and smiling happily. Not only because it was the most important night of their lives- also because their best friends were finally happy together.

“Y/n?” Mark said your name softly.

“Mhm?” you hummed with closed eyes.

“I’m really sorry that I put you trough all of that, and I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize my real feelings for you. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my entire life and I’m going to do everything I can to keep you in my arms. I don’t want to see sad ever again. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

You promised yourself you weren’t going to cry that night, but a couple tears still escaped.

“You know, I was hurt but I healed and I’m more than ready to do this with you again. It was you. My heart always longed for you, and I don’t think that there could be anyone I would love as much as I love you. You could break my heart thousand times, I would go back to you over and over again.” You looked up to him, he could see the love you felt for him in your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” And with that, Mark pressed his lips on yours and kissed you with so much love and adoration.

I'll go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you I'll go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you

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—rather be |jhs|

⟢ pairing: dancer!hobi x dancer!reader

⟢ genre: mostlysfw. 18+ cause I said so. college au. angst, fluff.

⟢ warnings: heartbreak, some angst, alluded smut, curse words, minor aggression towards MC, jealousy, some secondhand embarrassment might be felt by the reader (i personally hate this feeling LOL so I am warning yall about it)

⟢ summary: You’re finally able to attend your dream school for ballet, where things are going well! You’re making new friends, have a chance to become a principal dancer in the winter show, and you’re growing closer to Hoseok. He’s a talented hip hop dancer, but still reeling after a tough break up, and doesn’t know if he’s ready to date again. Torn between you and his ex, Hoseok must decide where he’d rather be.

⟢ word count: 4.3k

⟢ author’s note: commissioned by @HopesELLE218 for @hobikare ♡ the reader is named (Riley/Ry for short), but it’s still in 2nd person POV.

Being the new girl in school is never easy. It’s even more daunting the older you get. After two years at a junior college, you finally accept a spot at your dream school for ballet. As an art major, you expect the other dance majors to be as catty as their ballet ribbons are tight.

It isn’t too bad, as you make friends with Nia and Ella easily during the week long training camp prior to the start of classes, but once classes start, they aren’t always around to help you out. Walking into the advisor’s office, you don’t recognize the boy seated in the seat next to the one you settle into.

“Riley, welcome to Seoul School of the Arts!” Advisor Lee greets you.

“Thank you, Seonsaengnim.”

“I know the campus is pretty big and can be daunting, but I’ve asked one of our top dancers in the department here to be your official guide this week.” She gestures to the man beside you. “Jung Hoseok. He’s one of our top urban dancers, majoring in hip hop, on the honor roll, and class president too.”

“Seonsaengnim, please!” Hoseok looks a little shy, ears turning red as he smiles at you. “Hi, Riley! Everyone just calls me Hobi.”

“Hi Hobi.” You smile gently back at him, feeling a little shy but also not so shy that you look away. Hoseok is gorgeous. Black hair swept off of his forehead and wearing an oversized long sleeve shirt with tan jean shorts and sneakers. His legs are crossed but he looks so relaxed and you instantly feel at home with him.

“So, I printed your classes, and you have a few with Hoseok, which is another reason that I felt he would be the best to show you around campus. Welcome to SSA, Riley.”

Excitement! Nothing but pure excitement as you walk next to Hoseok on campus and take in the view. You’ve wanted to attend SSA since you were a young child, and now, it’s happening.

“So, Advisor Lee said you were a ballerina?” Hoseok starts a conversation with you as you walk towards the student center.

“Yes, I’ve been dancing since I was 4. I’ve wanted to come here since I was a kid.”

“Oh, well you’ve made it here! You’re a third year?” he asks, confused about your transfer.

“Yeah, I stayed back home at a smaller school for 2 years to help my parents out.”

“That’s cool, family is important.”

You’re about to reply when your tummy rumbles embarrassingly.

“Wanna get a bite to eat at the Student Center?”

You can’t say no when he smiles at you like that, so you agree and find a seat at a small table in the food court once you’ve purchased your meal.

“So tell me a little about you Hobi, Advisor Lee mentioned you’re a hip hop major?”

“Mmhhmm,” he nods as he slurps his noodles. “I’ve been dancing since I can remember. Joined a street dancing team, won a few competitions and landed myself a scholarship here.”

“Is there anything I should know about the campus, places to avoid, professors who suck?”

Hoseok laughs, and gestures for you to dig out your schedule so he can look at it.

“Let’s see, oh we have Contemporary together, Professor Kim is awesome. Park Jimin is in that class with us too, you’ll love him. He’s really great at dancing too.”

Hoseok looks up at you, but his smile falters. You turn your head, looking behind you and you see a girl walking past in a cheer uniform. She’s holding hands with a tall football player, and the way they’re smiling at each other makes your heart warm.

“Do you know them?” you ask Hoseok, and he turns back to you, his face a little put out.

“Yeah, Nayeon and Jungkook.”

You reach a hand out, placing it on his in reaction to the face he makes.

“Is everything okay, Hobi?”

“Uh, no worries. That’s just my ex and one of my friends.”

Your heart breaks for him hearing the bitterness in his tone.

“I’m so sorry Hobi.”

“Nah, it’s cool, Riley. We’d been growing apart for some time, you know? And they have way more in common, plus they get to see each other more since their sports align.”

“But still. He’s your friend, you said? That’s not cool.”

Hoseok shrugs.

“It’s life. So anyways, less about me and more about you!”

His face lights back up as if the clouds cleared up and sunshine reappeared. The two of you easily fall into conversation about dance and your childhoods and you hope that this will be the start of a great school year.

Over the next few months, you grow closer to Hoseok, Nia, Ella, and other friends on campus. You stay in the same apartment complex as Hoseok, living a few apartments down from him and his roommate Park Jimin.

You and Nia are roommates, and you often spend time at Hoseok and Jimin’s place when Nia goes out to party with Ella. Despite making friends, you’re still shy, and not much for going to crowded parties, so after you practice late, you stop at the guy’s place and chill out.

You and Hoseok trade off body massages while watching movies, Jimin often complaining that he too has sore muscles that need some love. It’s a cold October evening when you go over to their place, with a scary movie waiting for you to press play on.

“Jimin! It can’t take that long for the popcorn to be ready!” you yell from where you lay, Hoseok straddling your upper thighs as his hands work the knots in your lower back.

“Do not rush perfection, Riley!” he yells back, admonishing you, and Hoseok joins in with your laughter.

“Ry, your muscles are so tight...I swear I just kneaded these out a few days ago.”

You groan when he works a particularly tight knot in your left buttcheek, unable to see the way Hoseok’s ears turn red but feeling when he adjusts the way he’s sitting on you.

“Are you okay? Do we need to switch?” you ask, worrying that he’s uncomfortable in that position.

“No, it’s your turn, babe.” Hoseok keeps his hands on your ass, working through the muscles until you’re putty in his hands, muscles loose and relaxed.

Jimin finally brings the popcorn, and you and Hoseok curl up on the couch together, wrapping yourself around him like a koala. He snuggles you closer, and both of you forget the popcorn, more focused on watching the movie with each other, his hands playing in your hair as you trace lines along his chest and arm.

Throwing yourself into your craft, you spend countless nights at the barre, practicing and stretching before moving to center work in the empty studio before putting on your pointe shoes.

This has you becoming a standout dancer in the corps de ballet and soon enough, your teacher, Ballet Mistress Im, pulls you aside to have a serious talk.

“Riley, I think you should audition for the winter showcase.”

“I thought I was already in the showcase?”

She laughs, and your confusion grows. “Riley, I mean you should audition for the principal role.”

Her words blow you away.

“You think I’m good enough for a principal role?”

She nods.

“I know this showcase is a little different, with the other departments joining in for a fusion of classical ballet, jazz, and hip hop. But I think that you would represent us well as our principal dancer.”

You’re practically bouncing off the walls as you leave practice, stopping to wait outside another studio where loud hip hop music blares from a speaker. You sit and stretch your muscles in the empty hallway, waiting for the class to end. As the music finally fades and sweating students trudge out in sweats and sneakers, you hear the jovial voice of your crush talking to others in the room still.

You stand, walking through the door as another student holds it open to walk out, and Hoseok smiles as he sees you. He waves bye to the last students who walk out and you drop your bag and run to him. He’s one of your closest friends after these past few months, but he’s still startled as you leap into his arms.

“Whoa, what’s making this pretty girl so happy?”

Hoseok beams at you, unable to deny your radiating glee, and you tell him what your teacher said.

“That’s so great, Riley! Wow, I’m so proud of you!” He tightens his hold and spins you around, and it feels so right in his arms. You can’t stop yourself; when he pulls away to look at you, you lean in and kiss him.

His lips are so soft, and you melt in his arms, your own hands cupping his face as you slide down his body. He gently places you back on the floor and though he kisses you back, he pulls away from the kiss a few seconds later.

“Riley...”

You blink up at Hoseok, confused by his actions.

“Riley, I like you, I do...fuck.” He runs his hands through his black hair; you notice how much it’s grown since the start of the semester. “I don’t want to lead you on. I’ve been talking to Nayeon again recently...She and Jungkook broke up last week. No hard feelings or anything between them, they just realized they weren’t compatible or whatever.”

You’re shocked. This is the first time Hoseok is telling you about him and Nayeon talking again. Just the previous night, you and him fell asleep in each other's arms while watching a movie at his place. Jimin had decided to go out with Nia and Ella, leaving you and Hoseok alone. You ended up watching the movie in his room, then sleeping over and having breakfast together before going to class.

Not once did he mention Nayeon, or reach for his phone to talk to anyone else while you were there. You’re confused about everything he’s telling you. Your brain is trying to make sense of it, and you slowly start to back away from him towards your gym bag.

“Oh, you and Nayeon? I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry, I misread everything, Hobi.”

“No, no, you didn’t Ry, I just—” he reaches for you, but you’re gathering your bag and want nothing more but to flee the studio in embarrassment.

“Um, I’ll talk to you later okay? I’m kind of tired, and want to tell my parents the good news.” You wave your cellphone at him, and bolt from the room.

Once you’re home, the shower helps to hide your tears.

You throw yourself into practice for the winter showcase, preparing for the auditions for the principal role. This helps you avoid Hoseok, claiming late practices that take precedence over your movie nights, and hopefully Jimin doesn’t take it too personally that you’ve stopped coming by.

You notice that Hoseok has been hanging out in the quad and student center with Nayeon, but you make sure to look busy rushing to and from class or practice so that you can’t stop and say hi. You have yet to meet Nayeon formally, but you don’t really want to. It seems a little too convenient to you that as soon as Hoseok and you grow closer, she breaks it off with Jungkook, who happens to be the star quarterback for the school’s football team.

All thoughts of this leave your mind however, when you’re chosen as the principal dancer for the winter showcase. You’ve never been so excited, until you find out the full details. Since it’s a showcase of all of the arts, you’ll be dancing with members of different departments. Your solo is with 2 other dancers from the contemporary and hip hop departments.

Of course, Park Jimin is chosen from contemporary, and you should have known that his roommate is the best damn dancer in hip hop at your school. Jung Hoseok would be joining you at practices for the next month until the showcase, which is 33% of your grade.

“And, one and two and three and four, and lift and two and spin and four and down and two and three—stop the music!”

Mistress Im claps her hands, stopping the practice. Jimin lets go of you and you step away from him, panting slightly at the intricacies of your dance moves you just executed.

“I’m not sure that I like this set up. Jimin, you do great with the lift and turn, but it’s what we expect. I think we should have Hoseok lift Riley up, so that we can have a bit of that mismatching dance coming together. We can then break into a sequence of hip hop, with Riley and Hoseok before Riley and Jimin swap places to complete the solo.”

Professor Lee takes notes as Mistress Im speaks, the two teachers figuring out the best way to carry out the solo, but you’ve tuned them out. Having to practice with Hoseok was bad enough for your still recovering ego, but having to execute an arabesque lift for a pas de deux was going to be awkward.

“Yes, I love it. Riley and Hoseok, you will complete the arabesque instead, and Jimin will work to help teach Hoseok how to hold you properly. That’s enough for tonight’s practice, tomorrow during Contemporary, the three of you will work in Studio 7 to practice this part of the showcase.”

You collapse to the ground, tired as you unlace your pointe shoes and Jimin joins you as he unwraps his bare feet from the tape that he uses to protect his feet and ankles.

“Is everything okay?” He asks you. You’re sure that your face is unable to hide how you’re feeling. You look around and see Hoseok has walked to the far wall where his water and gym bag rest.

“Between you and me, I would rather you do the lift with me, but it seems like that’s a no go.”

“I get it Ry, but Hobi misses you. I miss you. I think we all can put everything aside for the sake of our grades with the winter showcase.”

“Jimin, it was honestly the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever gone through, and I once got my braces locked with my boyfriend’s braces when I was in middle school.” You look down at your feet as you massage your soles. “Honestly, I just like him so much and his rejection just hurt more than I thought it would. I’m not ready to face him just yet.”

Jimin gives you a look of sympathy before standing up to gather his things and leave. Once he has his bag in hand, he places his free hand on your shoulder.

“I’m just saying, I like you better for him than Nayeon. I only think she wanted him back because of you.”

You roll your eyes, though you were a little suspicious of this as well.

Practice with Hoseok and Jimin takes up a lot of time. Three days a week during Contemporary the three of you practice your solo pieces and in the evenings you practice with the entire corps on the ballet section of the showcase. It’s tiring, but you enjoy it because it’s so gruelling. Less time to talk to Hoseok about feelings.

Practicing the lift is time consuming, as the lift requires more than just physical strength; it’s physics. Jimin spends time explaining to Hoseok how to execute the lift, touching on the dynamics of the lift, including hand placement and how to utilize his body to get you off the ground safely.

You step into your arabesque, and Jimin places Hoseok’s hands on your lower abdomen and your lifted leg. You try to keep your composure; his hands on your body remind you of late nights watching movies together.

“Okay, don’t grab her leg, your left hand is more of a support. This hand helps to guide her up, but your right hand does the work.”

Hoseok attempts to lift you, but struggles to get you up in a fluid motion. Jimin laughs and steps forward, all but pulling you into safety from Hoseok’s hold.

“You have to lift with your whole body. Legs and arms together, Hobi. I know you practice isolations in hip hop, but this is not that.”

You practice again and again. The goal is to have you leap into his arms for the arabesque, but your body movements with each other are off. Your teacher comes in at the last part of the practice and shakes her head, leaving a parting word before she walks out.

“Aishhhh, this isn’t working...your chemistry is all off. It’s like neither of you trust the other to carry out the lift. Trust is important if you’re going to pull this off.”

Jimin sighs, before heading out of the studio.

“Look, I’m gonna go grab us a couple of waters. You two need to hash out whatever it is going on between the two of you that is interfering with your ability to get this move down.”

You stand there awkwardly with Hoseok as the door swings shut behind Jimin.

“Riley...I’m sorry.”

You look up quickly, confused by his apology.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because—look. I like you, okay? And I didn’t know you felt the same way until that kiss...”

You feel the embarrassment of that day creep up on you and turn away from him. Hoseok reaches out for you, his hands on either cheek and his gaze is so intense, looking into your eyes, you can’t look away.

“I miss you Ry. I know that everything is weird right now, and I’m not asking you to wait for me or anything. I really like you. I’m just trying to figure this all out without hurting anyone.”

And you get it, you really do. The sincerity in his eyes and you just know him. Hoseok doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. You know you could’ve been brave and made a move earlier, told him how you felt or something, but you didn’t.

Behind Hoseok through the glass in the door, you notice slight movement and see dark hair swinging out of view. You nod, offering a smile to Hoseok, and he grins wide, pulling you into a big hug just as Jimin walks in with three water bottles. He smiles to himself, glad that some things are back to normal, and Hoseok kisses your forehead before letting you go.

“Okay, let’s practice this lift again.”

—

You’re last in the studio, having told Jimin and Hoseok you’ll meet them outside after you stop at the restroom on the way out. You’re only half surprised when Nayeon appears in the studio, arms crossed over her chest as she glares at you.

“I saw you with my boyfriend, and I don’t appreciate you being that close to him.”

“Hobi didn’t say anything about being in a relationship with anyone.”

“He will be, so just back off.”

“I’ll back off when he asks me too. Hate to break it to you, but he pretty much told me the opposite only a few ago, not sure what to tell you.”

Nayeon fumes but turns away and leaves the studio. You’re proud of yourself for standing up to her; you hate when girls are catty over guys, but you didn’t start this fight.

—

While waiting for you to leave the studio, Jimin and Hoseok huddle close together for warmth.

“I can’t believe all it took was 5 minutes to talk and hug it out and you nailed the lift so easily.”

Hoseok smiles, feeling lighter than he has in the weeks since you’ve been avoiding him.

“I’m just glad we’re good again.”

“Are you going to be more than good?” Jimin hints, but Hoseok hesitates.

“It’s...complicated. Nayeon wants to get back together. But I like Riley and she likes me too, and it’s not that she’s a second-choice, I just feel like I owe it to Nayeon to see this through.”

“Hyung, that big heart of yours is gonna get you in trouble. Nayeon literally left you for Jungkook. You don’t owe her shit.”

“But I already agreed to go out on a date with her before me and Riley kissed. I felt like a bad person. But I really enjoyed the kiss, like I didn’t want it to stop. Is that bad?”

“Oh Hobi, I swear you’re so smart, but right now, you’re so dumb.”

Hoseok is about to ask for more clarity, but a voice interrupts him.

“Hobi, baby! Practice is over?”

He doesn’t miss the way Jimin rolls his eyes at Nayeon asking the obvious.

“Yeah...what are you doing here?”

“Looking for you silly! Wanted to know if you wanted to go grab a bite to eat.”

Jimin shakes his head behind Nayeon’s back, and Hoseok luckily uses his brain to catch on.

“Can we raincheck? It’s been quite a long practice and I’d like to go home to shower and sleep.”

Nayeon pouts, and Hoseok remembers how much he hates it when she tries to make him feel bad for being tired after practice.

“Fine, text me later okay?”

“Yeah.”

Nayeon disappears into the night, and you appear not too long after, a sparkle to your eye that let’s Jimin know ballet has taught you how to be light on your feet and quiet as you approach.

Things seem to return to normal between you and Hoseok, and you’re happy that he doesn’t seem to be spending extra time with Nayeon. If anything, Hoseok makes sure to spend as much time as he can with you, always saying he’s making up for the time missed to hold movie nights and catch dinner after practice.

With the winter showcase drawing near, you practice longer and harder more than ever now that you have your principal role. While you enjoy movie nights and walking home after late practice together, you’re ready for more with Hoseok. But you want to respect him as he figures out his feelings for you and his ex, so you don’t push it.

—

The night of the winter showcase is full of nervousness and excitement. The air is buzzing with high energy. Finishing your makeup, you get up to slip into your costume when the door opens to your dressing room.

“It’s pathetic, really. I told you to stay away from my man, yet you follow him like a stray dog.”

“Excuse me?”

Nayeon stands in the open doorway, eyes throwing daggers at you.

“Hoseok. I don’t know why you think you have him wrapped around your finger, but you don’t. He’s gonna come back to me. I control him. He’s mine and he does what I say. So back off and stop trying to interfere with me and him.”

“He isn’t something for you to own or to control. Hoseok is sweet and considerate, so smart and his smile lights up every room he walks into. I can’t help it if he enjoys spending time with me, and I won’t stop hanging out with him just because you say so. He makes me happy, so unless he says it himself, I’ll continue to be friends with him.”

You turn your back on her, hoping she’ll take the hint to leave you alone, but instead, you feel her shove you into the rack that holds your costumes for the night. With a loud clang, you fall into it, tumbling to the floor, but a few minutes later, the tulle and silk is pushed out of the way and a strong hand extends itself to help you stand.

Grasping Hoseok’s warm hand, he pulls you flush to him so he can check you for any injuries. Once he’s determined that you’re no worse for wear, he faces Nayeon, who stands in the doorway watching the two of you, Jimin standing in the hallway holding a bouquet..

“Nayeon, I think we’re officially done. I didn’t know how to say it before, I didn’t want to hurt you, but you’ve taken this too far.”

“She tripped into that rack—”

“I watched you push her, I was here to bring her flowers. Jimin saw you too.”

You watch her face as she produces crocodile tears, putting on airs like she’s distraught, as if she was the one who was shoved into a rack of clothes and bruised her shin before going on stage.

“I just love you so much Hoseok, and she’s coming between us.”

“And who came between us when you left me for Jungkook? Seriously Nayeon. We’re done.”

Jimin set the flowers down on the vanity, and escorted Nayeon away from the room.

“Ry, I’m so sorry she hurt you. Are you okay? Do I need to get Mistress Im?”

“No, Hobi, I’m okay. Thank you for being here.”

Pushing a loose tendril of your hair behind your ear, Hoseok puts his forehead to yours.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, but I want to be anywhere you are. Of course I’m here.”

You feel your heart melt, and this time Hoseok doesn’t stop you when you kiss him. And after the showcase back at his apartment, he doesn’t stop you when you kiss him again, and you don’t stop him when you compliments your eyes and lays you down gently. And both of you enjoy the warmth of being entangled in each other in his sheets, the blissful high of getting lost in one another until the sun rises.

—

When you check your grades the next morning while laying in Hoseok’s bed, you see that you aced the winter showcase, with glowing reviews as the principal ballerina and the chemistry with her hip hop leading co-star.

Oh, and Jimin as well.

The show was a success, and as Hoseok rolls over and pulls you back into his bubble of bliss, you realize that there’s no place you’d rather be than where Hoseok is.

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enhypia · 3 years ago

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SN ; bestfriends

bestfriends answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: kim sunoo x gn!reader

genre: fluff

words: roughly 1.3k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - sunoo speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold- both reader and sunoo speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

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hi i'm sunoo!

and i'm (y/n)

and we're bestfriends~

[okay, you guys were invited here today as bestfriends for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]

yup!

we'll probably answer everything honestly

but we're still drinking

*they high-five

[how long have you guys been bestfriends?]

for about 5 years now?

6 years if you include our dead period

*sunoo laughs

[dead period?]

it was a time where our label as 'bestfriends' was basically dead

it was a year where we weren't in the same class and both of us found new friend groups

we still talked but i could count all the times we hang out that year in one hand

honestly we still considered each other bestfriends, we just didn't look and feel like bestfriends

then the 'dead period' joke was born

[did you guys fight during the 'dead period'?]

there was just tension at first but then we talked about it

like the mature adults we are

*sunoo rolls his eyes

it was a period of growth too, so we didn't fight, we just understood each other better

yeah if it happened years earlier, we would probably hate each other right now

[how did you guys become bestfriends?]

*both burst out laughing

i'm not sure if we can say that on video

no we're not cowards, we can say it

*they have the classic bestfriend eye conversation

we shared the same dislike towards a person

*(y/n) laughs

dislike is putting it mildly

shhh *sunoo does the shush gesture

so that was the main reason and then we just got to know each other better and here we are

still hating on the same people

shhh *this time (y/n) shushes sunoo

don't expose us too much

*both laugh

[how about we officially start the q&a between you guys?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, (y/n) wins

let's see *(y/n) picks up a card and laughs after reading it

[if your significant other and i don't like each other, will you be on my side?]

you better choose carefully kim sunoo

first of all,

*sunoo drinks

okay, friendship over i guess 😒

let me finish, gosh 🙄

first of all, why would i even date them in the first place if you didn't like them?

very true, but still, you know i won't hold you back from a person just because i don't like them

yeah but i'd be on your side if ever that happens

*(y/n) grins

*sunoo picks up a card to read

i already know the answer to this one

[if i got arrested and needed 10M won, would you pay for it?]

HELL NO ?!?

*both burst out laughing

that's like 8,500 dollars? i could buy a car with that

i wouldn't bail you out too honestly

bestfriend who? idk them

*they take a shot for fun

[did you like me when you first met me?]

probably ?

i didn't like you when i first met you

who asked?

*they roll their eyes at each other

[why didn't you like him?]

because he was so bright and sunshine-y ?? and i'm always sus of nice people

they have bad history with fake nice people

but i eventually learned that he wasn't like that

awwww

his halo is held up by thorns

*sunoo's mouth drops in shock while (y/n) laughs at his reaction

*(y/n) pats sunoo's head as he pouts

it's okay i accept you for who you are

yah~ !

[have you ever considered to stop being friends with me?]

nope

*sunoo does a heart to (y/n)

you know too much about me

*sunoo is shocked again

i would never release anything you shared to me even if we stop being friends !!!

*he is pouting your honor, don't tease him

*(y/n) laughs at sunoo's cuteness

i know, i know, i'm just kidding, i'll stop now.

[is there something that i could change to be a better friend?]

*sunoo drinks as revenge

*(y/n) :OO

if you stopped teasing me 24/7 then maybe i'd think you're a better friend

yah! you act like you don't do the same to me

once he-

*sunoo cuts (y/n) off by clamping their mouth with his hand

let's drink to that bestie, cheers!

*he removes his hand from (y/n)'s mouth and basically forces them to drink with him

i told you, halo held up by horns

*sunoo grins widely as if he was innocent.

[would you slap me for 10M won?]

do i even have to answer that?

let's use the 10M won to travel

let's go to paris

and then i'd slap you as well so we both have 10M won

i like the way you think

*they high five and takes a shot together

[regardless of sexual orientation, will you ever date me?]

*awkward silence

aha ha haha

*both reach for a shot, they even clink their glasses together

*after, they just smiled at the camera

[if we're still single by 30, would you agree to marry me?]

man would we even reach 30?

that's what i was thinking

if we're both single, i might think about it

let's get married and enjoy the benefits from various marriage laws

what if we end up like in those crime documentaries where you get life insurance

then you kill the partner for the money

... .. .

no murder in this household please

*they burst out laughing

[question for both: what's something you want to say to each other?]

do i go first or?

yeah, you first

okay but don't look at me

*sunoo rolls his eyes but looks away anyways

we rarely talk about our friendship because once one starts, the other teases

*sunoo laughs while nodding his head in agreement

okay uhm, you know i would never say this on a normal day but i really am thankful that you gave me the chance to get to know you, despite my initial slight hostility towards you. thank you for being by my side no matter what. and even if we constantly clown the word "bestfriend" there's no one i'd really call my bestfriend other than you.

*sunoo smiles softly

your turn. *(y/n) looks away as well, purely because they will combust if sunoo looks at them with that soft loving look

just like you said, there's no one else i'd give the title of bestfriend other than you. thank you for giving me the chance as well and for trusting me. i'm not one to talk much about what's going on with my life but you're always there to make sure i don't pile it all up and explode. thank you for being my rock.

*both eyes are glassy

don't cry, if you cry, you'll pay for my food for a whole week

don't ruin the mood, (y/n)

*they both laugh, instantly lightening up the air around them

oh wait that was the last question

we still have alcohol left

can we take this home? *(y/n) holds up the bottle of alcohol

*the crew laughs

[we'd allow it, if you answer one more question}

okay! let's go~

[was there a time where you felt just the tiniest bit of butterflies because of each other?]

*sunoo and (y/n) look at each other, both holding in laughs

*they reach for their glasses and take a shot

and that's the end!

bye~ thanks for having us!

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a/n: for this one i wanted to keep the feelings for each other thing kind of open?? like the vagueness in those moments are up to you guys if you want to give it meaning or not. you guys are free to think if you want those feelings to be romantic or platonic.

also!!! this series is about to end omg :(( i can't believe we're down to one post before it ends aaak. thank you so much for all the love so far!! ni-ki's will be uploaded next! please look forward to it~

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thetaekookcloset · 2 years ago

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A lot of people are confused by what jungkook means when he says he likes taehyungs “innocence”. My interpretation is that he actually means his child-like innocence. People seem to think that just because he has an intimidating face or rbf, he is some rebellious sex god. But there are plenty, plenty of times when you really see his whimsicality (?), idk i cant seem to find a good word to describe it. But in his solo promos like take recently for example: when he meets kang dong won, in the video has this huge, shy smile that reminds of someone who just met their celebrity idol or role model. Kind of like if i met someone i’ve always looked up to in my career and then the person starts praising me. I would be super honored and flustered, for him it comes out as cheesing from ear to ear. Its not just jungkook who says that btw! Its even his hwarang cast, and bts members. A lot of people seem to mistake this as his flirtiness? But really hes just soooooo charming and has this particular smile especially when hes around people hes looked up to or dreamed of meeting like park hyo sin, kang dong won, etc… (he really reminds me of someone i know in my life, hes very charming and just collects peoples hearts so damn easily, god i wish i had that ability, alas i do not). Ive seen him get really flustered around jungkook too mostly in the really early days. There was this video around dope era where tae just gets super shy and tries to suppress a smile around jungkook, but he really couldnt, so then he just leaves lmao.

I've talked a little bit before about what I guess Jungkook might mean when he says that he likes Taehyung's innocence. I feel we can really only guess about that, since his true meaning is probably only known to himself, maybe himself and Taehyung, and I don't feel like we have enough context for it to speculate.

That said, I do personally see what you mean and would describe some things about Taehyung as innocent too. I mentioned in that other post, I think, that when Jimin described him that way, he seemed to be talking about the way that Taehyung is just very free with his emotions. I can see that in some ways, though I think as he's gotten older and become generally more reserved, he's also gotten really good at holding his emotions back when he wants to, or so it seems from the outside.

I think he has a way of being really sweetly charmed by the world around him and he seems to let himself feel those emotions fully. He doesn't mask them in cynicism or irony, he doesn't try to be cool about things. If he's excited, he's excited. If I had to guess, it comes from a deep-rooted confidence in himself, which I think is a big part of why he's always been a really popular member.

It's something I really admire about him, personally, his way of seeing and accepting things for what they are and being able to let himself feel an unhindered delight in them, and being able to express that without self-consciousness. I think what you talked about in terms of him meeting people he admires and being so openly excited is a really good example of this, and I like your use of the word "whimsicality" too, because I definitely think it is a very whimsical character trait of his.

It's unique, and frankly refreshing, and like I said, for me it's one thing that I really admire and respect about him -- but I also love that it's only one part of him, and as open and whimsical as he can be in some things, he can be mysterious and cool in others, or shy and hesitant sometimes too. We contain multitudes, and all that jazz, and if anyone is aware of that and embraces it, it's Kim Taehyung.

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dailykoreanpop · 3 years ago

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Meet The Siblings Of The Talented ATEEZ Members

One of the most famous Kpop Boy Groups that has been slaying it on a daily basis is none other than ATEEZ. Furthermore, the group has eight members and is currently on its second world tour, ‘THE FELLOWSHIP: BEGINNING OF THE END’. This world tour was originally supposed to happen in 2020 but was rescheduled due to the coronavirus outbreak. But more than fifty thousand ATINY’s (ATEEZ’s fanbase) in a stadium wearing castanets to show support to the boys truly makes up for the delay. Furthermore, ATEEZ debuted on the 24th of October in 2018, and the superstars have not looked back ever since, as we look into the ones who supported them, their siblings.

The group was termed as ‘monster rookies’ because soon after their debut with the hit EP ‘Treasure EP.1: All To Zero,’ the group won The Next Generation Award at the Golden Disc Awards in 2019. Every single that they put out never fails to top the Gaon Charts. Because of their flawless and energetic performance, the group has been deemed as ‘Global Performance Idols’. Another praiseworthy title given to ATEEZ by the honorable Korean Ministry Of Sports, Culture, and Tourism is ‘4th Generation Leaders’. It is a given that if the group is doing well, the members must be exceptionally talented. But here, we would like to introduce you to the siblings of the ATEEZ members.

Siblings Of The ATEEZ Members:

1. Hongjoong

Kim Hong Joong, more popularly known by his stage name ‘Hongjoong,’ is the leader of this talented boyband. He is also one of the eldest members. And before theories of him being Kim Woo Bin’s brother get out of hand, we would like to introduce you to his elder brother. Additionally, Hongjoong has only one sibling and has always spoken very fondly of him. Hongjoong’s elder brother’s name is Kim Bum Joong. Fans always wondered what he would be like as Hongjoong declared him as his role model. They finally got to see him in the 2021 MAMA performance behind the scenes, where both the Kim brothers were seen practicing contemporary dancing. Hongjoong’s elder brother is an actor and a contemporary dancer. Not to mention he is also super good-looking. Truly, talent runs in the family.

2. Seonghwa

Park Seong Hwa is the eldest member of ATEEZ. Furthermore, he serves as a vocalist and a visual. Just like Hongjoong, Seonghwa too has only one sibling, and that is his elder brother. It is very funny to see the maknae at home act as the hyung of the entire group. Not a lot is known about Seongwa’s older brother except a few childhood photos that were shared. Fans are sure that he is just as talented and handsome as Seonghwa. You can also check out Seonghwa on the webtoon-based 2021 kdrama ‘Imitation‘.

3. Yunho

Third on the list is the performer and vocalist Yunho. Furthermore, Yunho has a younger brother. Even before this fact was revealed, fans had already guessed it because of how caring Yunho is. Yunho’s younger brother’s name is Gunho. And although not a lot is known about Yunho’s only sibling, we are sure he is just as adorable.

4. Yeosang

Kang Yeosang is a triple kill with his visuals, vocals, and performing talent. Just like the other ATEEZ members so far, he too has only one sibling. Yeosang has an elder sister. And despite searching high and low, fans could not find much about her. She maintains a very private profile.

5. San

Choi San is a vocalist and performer in ATEEZ. Furthermore, San has an older sister. He revealed during a show that he had an older sister named Haneul, which means sky. San’s name means mountain. Fans were in awe of the beautiful names that the parents had chosen.

6. Mingi

Son Min Gi is a performer and rapper in the group. Furthermore, Mingi also has one sibling, and that is his older brother. Not a lot is known about Mingi’s brother. The only reason fans even know that he has an older brother is that during a radio show Mingi left a special message for his brother to call him back as he had not contacted him much after ATEEZ’s debut.

7. Wooyoung

Jung Woo Young, performer and vocalist, has two siblings. Furthermore, Wooyoung has two brothers, one is two years older than him, and the other was born in 2005! Wooyoung has often been seen talking about how his younger brother brags about him being a K-Pop idol. And the other members of ATEEZ have also revealed that he is like a mini Wooyoung.

8. Jongho

Lastly, we have the main vocalist of ATEEZ, Choi Jong Ho. Although a maknae in the group, Jongho is the hyung at home. The name and age of his younger brother have not been revealed. But during a show, Jongho shared that his younger sibling is amazing at archery.

That’s it for the siblings of ATEEZ members!

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minyo129 · 4 years ago

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210311 Minho won "Jury's Special Prize (Male)" for the Battle of Jangsari at the 40th Korean Gold Awards Festival🎊

Minho : “Hello, I’m Choi Minho. Thank you for the jury for giving me this honorable awards. Actually, I was in training while Jangsari released and I wasn’t able to (* i was serving in military) ...send my gratitude to the people that helped me and I feel ashamed of it. So here, I’m delivering my gratitude to the directors and the staffs also thank you for the other actors who helped me while filming Kim Myungmin sunbaenim ...and all the actors sunbaenim, my fellow actors especially Kim Seungcheol. lastly, I wish for everyone here to stay healthy. I promise to work hard to be a better actor. Thank you”

(He thanked directors, staffs, seniors & fellow actors especially Sungcheol. He mentioned that he was in the military when it was being released and will work hard to be a good actor in the future too 👏🏻)

Congratulations Minho 👏🏼🎉

#minho #shinee #handsome #cute #actor choi minho #congratulations #golden film awards

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luxekook · 4 years ago

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zero gravity ✰ namseok

✰ pairing: namjoon x hoseok x reader

✰ genre: space au, f2l, angst, smut, slight crack & fluff

✰ summary: being the captain of a spacecraft is all fun and games until the only two others on board start hooking up and you start falling for both of them. it’s only natural that you act out - just a little

✰ word count: 11k+

✰ warnings: 18+, pre-established namseok relationship, mentions of throbbing disco sticks, jealousy, an unintentional viewing of dick pics, dom/sub themes (bratty sub!reader, dom!joon, switch!hobi), a bdsm club (reader watches a scene), grinding ft. jooheon from monsta x, smut (slight voyeurism, mxm, manhandling, spanking, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it), oral (m + f receiving), double penetration, slight breeding kink)

✰ beta’d by: phia @meowxyoong | ✰ banner by: rose @jeonggukingdom

✰ commissioned by: THE LOML ATLAS @miamorjoon I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS UWU

The blinking lights from the monitors adorning the walls of the control room of your ship - The Imperial Kween - illuminate your path as you make your way towards the navigation deck. It isn’t like you to be awake at this hour; you’re usually sound asleep by 0100, tucked snugly in your soft bed within your cozy captain’s quarters. Yet, here you are at 0300 after a late night of binging Tron and Agnate Plus Eight (Tentacles).

As captain of the Kween, you are perhaps a tad bit overprotective of both your ship and your crew. You had won your ship some moons ago when you were on Xyreus - the lawless planet of the Huvian System. You had been on the run, having just recently fled the Space Force Academy where you had been a rising captain.

The Academy had seemingly been your only option as an orphan. Your years there had been heavy with intense physical, mental, and intellectual training. The strict regimen enforced by your commanders had almost crushed your spirit. Almost.

Instead, your path had crossed with Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon. They had been assigned to you in your last month with the Academy when you rose high enough in the rankings to begin training for captaincy. You had been designated as their tentative captain with Hoseok as your pilot and Namjoon as your first officer. Upon meeting them, you had been the perfect captain that your superiors had wanted you to be - cold, callous, calculating.

But then you had grown to like the boys. Actually, it had more so been that they had forced you to like them. With the two of them surrounding you day in and day out, your walls had crumbled. Hoseok taught you how to be happy again, how to see joy in the little things, and how to share that joy with others. Namjoon made you see other options, futures separate from the rigidity that had been the only life you knew.

It hadn’t been until you caught them whispering about wanting to leave the Academy that you realized that could be a possibility. And then that possibility became all you could think about. You had hacked into the Academy archives, taken inventory of the ships in the cargo bay, and carefully extracted information from your commanders.

What you had found was not pretty. Yet, it had also been strangely unsurprising. Perhaps you had always known the Academy was built on corruption and oppressive tactics. Perhaps you had subconsciously chosen to ignore it until you couldn’t anymore - not when such pure souls like Hoseok and Namjoon had relied on you and still do.

You had laid out your plans to Hoseok and Namjoon at the last possible second, protecting them from anything incriminating until the end. Your heart had burst when they dropped everything, choosing to follow you, to stay with you, to trust you. You think that had been when you first knew you loved them.

Sneaking out had been easy. You had been scoping out a small ship in the cargo hold, tinkering with its systems to get it set up for your escape. The hard part had been staying out. You, Namjoon, and Hoseok had barely breathed sighs of relief before you had Space Force officers tailing you. While Hoseok worked on evading their grasp, you and Namjoon had decided to direct your course to Xyreus to ditch your stolen ship and to negate any authority the Academy might try to push on you.

The three of you had spent a year on Xyreus, trading the parts from your Academy ship for a tiny apartment. The Academy eventually had lost interest in you all, probably replacing you easily. You had obtained freedom by the pen of a freelance forger who constructed new identification cards for you and your crew. And you had won your ship.

It had been a particularly eventful night. Hoseok and Namjoon had dragged you out of your apartment and to the Snake’s Den - a particularly popular club within Xyreus’ gambling district. The boys had really been into the fight scene and the rapid betting that accompanied it. You, however, had found your place amongst the card players. Your game of choice back then had been and still is Queen’s Revenge - a vicious game of strategy and deceit.

Amidst the haze of the club, you had located your people, settling into the crowded booth of players. Soon enough, you had picked your victim, a loud, obnoxious fellow from Gwexion who would not shut up about his ship. “She flies faster than any ship you’ll ever see!” He had cried, thrusting his stein of Xybrew in the air, “And she can vanish without a trace with the flick of a switch!”

You had wanted that ship. And you had gotten it.

About two hours after sitting at the table, you had made your move. “My ship for yours,” You had wagered, taking advantage of a lull in the conversation. The rest of the booth had laughed, only seeing you for your gender. Twenty minutes later, there hadn't been a sound other than the sobs of the man from Gwexion and the jingle of the ship’s control keys in your hand.

Hoseok and Namjoon had berated you for hours about your recklessness of wagering a ship you didn't have. You hadn’t cared; you had known you would win and finally be able to fly. The three of you had sold your apartment the next day, boarded your ship, and flew off. You haven’t looked back since.

Now, two years later, you’ve made quite a name for yourself across the galaxies as a mercenary of sorts. Your trade of choice? Information.

If something is going on in space, you’re likely to know about it; and, you’ll make people pay for that information to be shared or to be kept quiet. As captain of the Kween, you’re in charge of keeping the ship running - and that includes earning a profit.

Hoseok and Namjoon aren’t too fond of your enterprise of information because it often puts you all in danger. You can’t fault them for that. You know this venture is tricky, but it's also very lucrative and it often results in you screwing over bad people. So, you take that as a win.

You arrive at the navigation deck and sigh in disappointment at the absence of Hoseok who sometimes monitors the flight course during the night. Instead, you activate your ship’s Responsive Electronic Environmental Systems Engine - simply called R.E.E.S.E. for short. “Hey, R.E.E.S.E. Status report, please.”

“Hello, Captain (y/n). It is my esteemed honor to deliver a status update to you at this hour. I have been getting so lonely, you see. Usually Pilot Hoseok stays up with me, but tonight he has abandoned me for—”

“R.E.E.S.E.!” You groan. This is typical R.E.E.S.E., going off about something trivial in a dramatic fashion.

“Oh my. I have done it again. My apologies, Captain (y/n). All systems operating as normal. Shields activated and secure. Navigation set on nightly autopilot course.”

“Thank you, R.E.E.S.E.” You gaze out of the front windows for a moment; the view never gets old. Countless stars surround you with planets of every color scattered in between. Sometimes, you would see an occasional ship passing by, but right now there is not one to be seen.

You deactivate R.E.E.S.E. and head back to your captain’s quarters. Walking through the control room once more, you pass through the common quarters and finally enter the hallway containing your shared bathroom, both Hoseok and Namjoon’s respective quarters, and then your own at the end. The hallway is dim, illuminated only by the slight glow of the floor beneath you.

You move slowly, careful not to wake either of the boys.

And then you hear it.

Your first thought is porn as you pause in your tracks, standing stock still as the sounds of muffled groans and slapped skin seep through the sliver of space under the metal door leading to Hoseok’s quarters. Is he really jerking it right now, you think as you shamelessly creep closer to get a better idea of whatever - or whoever - is going down right now.

“Fuck, give it to me harder.”

Yup, that’s Hoseok all right. You place your palm on his door, dirty visuals racing through your mind. Who is he imagining? What you wouldn’t give for him to be thinking of you...

“Oh yeah, I’ll fucking give it to you hard, baby. Just how I know you like it.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you slap your palm over your mouth. Holy shit. Holy fuck. Holy hell in a handbasket. That’s Namjoon. Namjoon is there with Hoseok, fucking Hoseok.

Your imagination goes wild - as do your heart and your thoughts. How long has this been going on? How have you missed this? Are you that oblivious? Or are they just that good at hiding their relationship? Why haven’t they told you? Do they not trust you as much as they say they do? Do they think you won’t accept them if you knew?

It’s those final thoughts that hurt the most.

How is it possible that you know the intricate plans of an uprising occurring on a planet light years away, but you don’t know your only two crew members are hooking up?

You somehow manage to soundlessly continue down the corridor to your quarters. How does someone respond to overhearing the two men that you’re desperately in love with having sex? And just steps away from you at that?

All of your training never prepared you for this moment. You sit in your empty bed, gazing out the large window that takes up the majority of your quarters’ back wall. Emotions roll over you like waves. Arousal. Grief. Shame. Longing.

It isn’t that you are upset at them for being with one another. If anyone in the galaxies deserves love, it is Hoseok and Namjoon. You are more upset with yourself for naively thinking that they might have had feelings for you, that they might have loved you back.

There had been that fateful night at a bar on Xyreus when the three of you had gotten just a little too drunk on Xybrew and had fooled around. You still remember the feeling of Hoseok grinding into you on the bar’s tiny dance floor, his hands wandering across your body, driving you insane. You still remember the taste of Namjoon’s lips as he pushed you up against the wall of the small alley behind the bar, his fingers digging into your ass as he pushed his hips into yours. You still remember how Hoseok watched you with fire in his eyes as Namjoon sunk to his knees and—

Fuck, you can’t go there. You can’t revisit that memory because it only ends in disappointment.

“A drunken mistake,” They had called it the next morning before you could get a word in edgewise. “A threat to our crew’s dynamic.”

What a joke. It turns out that their only regret must have been including you.

Your mind wanders to all of the small moments over the past few years. The hugs, the tender looks, the things that had made you question whether they actually felt more for you after all turned out to be just signs of friendship.

With all these thoughts heavy in your mind, you eventually fall into a restless sleep.

The next morning comes all too soon as you find yourself going through the motions of everyday life with much less enthusiasm than normal. You’re drained, both from your lack of sleep and from the onslaught of emotions that still riddled your body.

And so when Hoseok greets you in the ship’s kitchen with that beautiful smile of his, you can barely get your lips to even turn up slightly.

“(y/n), are you okay?” Hoseok’s eyebrows are drawn together and he looks concerned.

You sigh, grabbing the pot of coffee and pouring yourself a cup. “Yes, I’m fine, Hoseok. I just didn’t sleep very well,” You eventually answer him, refusing to meet his eyes and choosing instead to gaze into your coffee like it might tell you how to behave right now with the knowledge you gained last night.

Obviously, it does not. You only see your distorted reflection gleaming back at you from its brown depths.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hoseok pouts, making his way over to your side, “Is there anything I can do?”

You try in vain to ignore the affect his proximity has on you as you flick your eyes across his form. Hoseok is tall and lithe with delicate features and the most beautiful heart-shaped smile you’ve ever seen. Though he may look slight, you know the lean muscle that lies beneath his oversized t-shirts from the early mornings you catch him roaming around shirtless and half asleep. You have first hand knowledge of how well he can move that body from the late nights at the clubs on Xyreus. You know how well he f—

Nope, not today. Instead of going down that dangerous path, you choose to be the little shit that you are when you feel like you are at a loss. “You can share your secret on how to be so well rested, Hoseokie,” You say, your eyes laser-sharp on his expression, “You’re practically glowing this morning.”

Hoseok’s cheeks flood with color as he laughs lightly and replies with a slightly wistful look on his face, “Maybe someday, (y/n).”

You let out an unamused huff, which only makes Hoseok laugh again. You glare at the happy boy and then stiffen as arms wrap around your waist, tugging you back against a warm body. “Morning, (y/n),” Namjoon murmurs into your hair, his fingers leaving a blazing heat on your skin as they drag across the swell of your hips.

He turns your body around to face him, and you hesitantly bring your gaze up to his. God, he’s just as beautiful as Hoseok. Namjoon’s height had been the first thing that you noticed about him in the Academy. The second had been his dimples. You have been a goner for him ever since.

Your eyes drift up past his strong thighs to his tapered waist, his toned chest, his tanned neck, and finally to rest on his warm brown eyes. “Hi,” He grins, those godforsaken dimples popping out to greet you, too.

“Hi,” You manage to reply, your heart constricting painfully in your chest.

Always too smart for his own good, Namjoon catches your mood immediately, “What’s wrong?”

“She didn’t sleep well,” Hoseok comes up next to Namjoon, throwing an arm around his shoulders. His frown is prominent as he stares down at you. Namjoon’s expression quickly matches Hoseok’s as he brings his hand to cup your chin, lifting your face up to look at you.

“Baby,” He murmurs, “Were you dreaming of that damned place again? I thought that had stopped for you.”

You bristle under the weight of their inspections and from the pet name you now know means nothing. Namjoon is, of course, referring to your recurring nightmares from the Academy, and he is also inadvertently giving you the perfect excuse not to come clean about the real reason for your fitful night.

And so you nod as best you can with Namjoon’s hand cupping your chin, and the boys exchange a long look. Hoseok turns to you, “Go rest today. Namjoon and I can handle things. Okay, lovely?”

You turn away, forcing Namjoon to drop his hand. “I need to plan out a potential deal on Naroxu,” You mutter in disagreement, “I’ll be fine.”

“Naroxu?” Namjoon bites out, “(y/n), we talked about this.” You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Sometimes it feels like you're not the captain of your own ship. And it is exasperating.

“You know what?” You grab your coffee, brushing past the boys, “I think I will go rest after all. Don’t disturb me, okay?”

“But (y/n)—!” You leave them in your dust. Of course you should have realized they would have a problem with Naroxu. It’s a planet just as lawless as Xyreus, but it’s focus is more on the carnal sort of chaos. You aren’t unaware of the dangers that lay within the pleasures on Naroxu; you’re just unfazed by them.

Apparently, Namjoon and Hoseok feel differently. Your boys can argue with you about anything in the name of “safety”. You’ll definitely need to make certain that you’ll have a foolproof plan which leaves them with no room to argue. But, that is a bridge you shall cross another day...

A few days later, you realize that you definitely must have been oblivious to the relationship occurring right under your nose. There are signs of it everywhere - in the way they speak to one another, in the way their eyes linger, in the way their hands brush as they pass each other by.

You have not dared to venture out of your quarters late at night ever since that fateful discovery, but that doesn’t help. Your thoughts are constantly plagued by the sounds of their desire, their intimacy. Your mind conjures images that you can’t forget. You crave that. You want to be part of that passion with a desperation you have never felt before.

And so, you have accordingly descended into internal chaos, choosing to throw yourself into your plans instead of joking around with Namjoon and Hoseok in the common quarters like you usually do in your spare time.

They know something is up. It’s not like you haven’t spent almost three full years together. Knowing each others’ tendencies and habits is second nature. Well, clearly that knowledge has excluded intimate relationships - at least for you.

The tip of your pencil snaps under the strength of your grip; and, when you look down to assess the damage, you sigh. All you have written down so far is: “Plan A: Go with Joon and Hobi. Plan B: Go without Joon and Hobi if they don’t like Plan A.”

Pushing your desk chair back, you stand and stretch out slightly. The rest of the logistics for the meeting are set. Now comes the hard part - convincing the boys to come along. It’s not that you can’t go alone; it’s that you feel better knowing you have two people watching your back, no matter how frustrating they might be.

Walking out of your quarters, you make your way towards the sounds of laughter and low voices coming from the control room.

“We really do have to tell her soon, Hobi.” You hear Namjoon say as you draw closer. Are they talking about you?

“I know, Joon. I’m just scared. I don’t want to lose her friendship.” Hoseok’s voice is small, barely above a whisper.

“You won’t, baby. Just think of how free we’ll be to share our love…” Your ears strain to hear them now, even as you get closer.

“...Leaving her.”

Your feet stop in their tracks. Leaving? Are they really thinking of leaving you? Your body sags against the wall, sliding to the floor. What would you do without them?

You guess you could recruit a new crew, but no one could replace Hoseok and Namjoon. Not when they’ve been with you through everything. Not when they’ve accepted you for who you are. Not when they’ve become your life.

You allow yourself to sit for a moment. And then you collect yourself, shoving your useless emotions down to the pit of your stomach. You just need to move forward and enjoy every last second with your boys before they go. Because they would leave you, and you would let them go because you love them.

Standing, you make sure to make louder footfalls then normal to alert Hoseok and Namjoon of your incoming presence. Sure enough, the minute you step into the control room Hoseok tackles you in a hug.

“(y/n)!” He picks you up and swings you around, “I’ve missed you, lovely!”

You laugh despite your lungs being constricted by his tight embrace, “I saw you last night at dinner, you fool.”

Hoseok sets you down and jokingly pouts down at you, “But that was so long ago! You left me all alone with this one.” He juts his thumb out at Namjoon, “And you know how he can get.”

“Not as well as you,” You mumble under your breath.

“What was that?” Namjoon narrows his eyes, focused on you from his nearby stance leaning against the wall. His arms are crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his dark t-shirt straining against his biceps.

“Nothing,” You smile sweetly at him. “Hi, Joon, nice to see you, too.”

Namjoon stares at you for a moment more and then sighs. Walking over to you, he pulls you close, “It is really nice to see you, baby.” That blasted nickname is going to lower you into an early grave. Indulging yourself with a short hug from Joon, you pull back and decide it's time to get down to business.

“Alright, let’s go over the plan for Naroxu.”

“(y/n)!” Namjoon shoves a hand through his hair, “I thought we scrapped that idea. That planet is on our ‘no-go’ list!”

“Naroxu is dangerous, lovely,” Hoseok’s wide eyes bore into you, “Please think this through.”

“You scrapped the idea,” You say to Namjoon, “I kept it. Besides, that ‘no-go’ list was all you and Hoseok.” Turning to the boy you just named, you continue, “And I have thought this through. Extensively, Hobi. Don’t worry. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself, okay?”

You can tell they are getting pissed; but honestly, so are you.

“We know you’re a ‘big girl’.” You do not appreciate Hoseok’s use of air quotes, but you allow him to continue because you’re gracious like that. “But there are tons of bad people on Naroxu who would love to chew you up and spit you out - physically and metaphorically speaking.”

“Gross, Hobi,” You scoff. “And before you both cast judgement, why don’t you give me a chance to explain the plan? You don’t even know who I’ll be meeting for gods' sake.”

The boys exchange a glance. “Fine,” Namjoon bites out, “But this won’t change my mind.”

Obviously, you think to yourself. Trying to get Joon to change his mind is like trying to get R.E.E.S.E. to delete the overwhelming amount of data she has dedicated to some group of musicians from Earth. Impossible, but you would always try anyways.

“Okay, so the contact that I’m meeting on Naroxu is Joohoney—”

“What?!”

“Joohoney from Monsta X?!”

“Oh my gods, will you let me finish?” You roll your eyes to the ceiling and plead with any higher power to help you find patience, “Yes, Joohoney from the Monsta X clan. How many other people in the galaxies go by that name?”

Hoseok opens his mouth to answer, and you cut him off, “That was a rhetorical question, Hobi.” He blushes, bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“Anyway, we’re going to be meeting up at this space BDSM type sex club called Throbbing Disco Sticks. I’ll tell Joohoney what he wants to know, he’ll pay me, and we’ll bounce. Got it?”

You get nothing but silence. Looking at them, you notice the tightness of Namjoon’s jaw and the darkness in Hoseok’s gaze.

“Oh, now you want to be quiet?” You push them, “Well, you can both stay here. I made a separate plan to go alone so—”

“Not happening,” Joon grits out, moving closer to you. “We made a pact, (y/n). Or have you forgotten?”

“Together or never,” Hobi recites and you almost laugh. It’s absurd that they bring this up when they had just been talking about leaving.

“Fine,” You shrug, “Then we leave at 2200. Hope you have something tight to wear.” With that, you stalk out of the control room. Their shouts follow you.

“Tonight?!”

“(y/n)!”

You grin. Maybe this will be fun after all.

Update: it is not fun after all. You only have twenty minutes left to get ready and you’re panicking. You had just made the mistake of asking R.E.E.S.E. to bring up pictures of Throbbing Disco Sticks and immediately had regretted all of your life decisions.

Is that why they named that club what they did? You think both you and R.E.E.S.E. are scarred from the unexpected amount of male genitalia that the search produced. Only after you add the addition of ‘Naroxu club’ do you get the results you’re looking for - mostly.

You had just wanted some guidance on what to wear. Instead, your thoughts are now full of images of chained leashes, silk ropes, and dark rooms with blinds raised to welcome an audience. You wonder what sort of things happen in rooms like that and if you’d ever get a chance to try those things out.

Your tablet beeps, alerting you of your upcoming meeting. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you assess the way your tight leather pants accentuate your body and your slightly sheer black crop top hints at your lack of bra underneath. Still, your outfit is missing something… You think it over as you tug on your pointy black steel-toed heels.

Ah, you stand and make your way over to your trusty jewelry drawer. Of course. Carefully pulling out your body chain from its place, you drape it around yourself. The chain clasps around your neck and then falls lower between your breasts, settling around your waist. The coldness of the metal causes you to shiver, but the way the crystals embedded in the silver glisten as you turn to admire your final outfit makes it worth it.

You keep your makeup minimal - just a red lip and a slash of black eyeliner. You want to blend in, not make a statement.

Finally, you tuck the map outlining the information Joohoney wants into your back pocket. Any bag you might bring would be searched, so you can do without one.

You take one last calming breath and make your way down the hall to meet the boys. “Hoseok, Namjoon: Are you ready?” You call as you don’t see any sign of them out in the common quarters.

“Coming!” Hoseok’s voice calls back to you and then he emerges from his quarters.

You have to use all of your might not to let your jaw drop. It seems like he also had searched up what to wear because he looks like he stepped right out of the pictures you had seen just a half hour ago.

Hoseok is wearing tight dark jeans tucked into black combat boots that buckle up to the middle of his calves. What he isn't wearing is a shirt. Instead, a deep red leather harness is strapped across his chest with a silver hoop in the middle.

Did he just have that harness lying around? Gods save you.

While you are busy ogling Hoseok, you fail to notice him doing the same to you - so much so that he doesn't move an inch from his spot until Namjoon bursts out of his own quarters and bumps right into him.

At this point, you begin to sweat because Namjoon looks just as lethal as Hoseok in his light jeans, a black leather thigh harness, and a completely see through tight mesh t-shirt. You watch as he fiddles with the two leather cuffs circling his wrists.

“Hoseok, what are you doing?” Namjoon scowls, dropping his hands to his hips. Hobi says nothing and just points in your direction.

“Why are you pointing at me?” You huff, “Don’t blame me for being an idiot and just standing there practically waiting to get hit.”

Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes blazing into you as he takes in your outfit. “Change,” He orders.

He’s giving you orders? A burst of heat flares within you that you try to classify as anger but fail miserably.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Joon,” You fold your arms across your chest. Hoseok chokes as he comes up to stand next to Namjoon who is suddenly all up in your face.

“Go. Change.” Namjoon’s voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

“No.” You stand your ground. Why is he trying to dictate your clothing choices anyway? He’s not your father or your boyfriend - not that you’d let either of those people tell you what choices to make with your own body.

Namjoon turns to Hobi, who still hasn't uttered a word to you, and says lowly, “Go set the course to land on Naroxu.”

Hoseok practically runs off in the direction of the navigation deck. You gape after his fleeing figure and then turn back to face the fuming Namjoon.

“Listen,” You shove your finger into his admittedly toned chest, “I don’t know what has gotten into you, Kim. This outfit isn’t even that bad. Besides, you’ve seen me naked before. Remember?”

“You’re really going to ask me if I remember.” Namjoon’s face is inches from yours. His scent wraps around you and you have to collect yourself for a second. His eyes drop to your lips for a second so brief you believe you imagined it. “You’re really going to ask me that as if the image of your body isn’t burned into my memory and as if every single time I close my eyes I don’t see you.” Namjoon takes in a shaky breath, “And so, (y/n), I’m begging you. Please go change. Not for you, but for me. And for Hoseok.”

You’re at a loss as your brain scrambles to make sense of the words Namjoon just spoke. Okay, he does remember... So, is he mad that it happened? Or is he mad that it only happened once? Must be the first, you think. He has Hobi, after all.

“Maybe you two should stay back,” You suggest, patting Namjoon’s chest comfortingly, “Then you won’t have to look at me while I look like this. I’m sorry it brings up bad memories.”

Namjoon looks completely baffled, “What? What the hell are you talking about? Stop trying to get us to leave you alone!”

“Please,” You laugh without humor, “Like I have to try.”

This time, Namjoon just looks pissed. “Baby, that’s the second comment like that you’ve made today. And I’m getting the sense that you have something to say. So why don’t you just say it?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He is so onto you.

Namjoon’s presence looms over you, making you feel so small. Your gaze drops to the floor, “I don’t have anything to say.”

“You’re lying. Hm, what a bad girl.” Your head snaps up, eyes wide as you try to slow the pounding of your heart and the increasing pressure between your thighs.

“Do you know what happens to bad girls, (y/n)?” Namjoon croons, eyes dark and locked on yours. You don’t even have the ability to respond, and so he just continues, “They get punished.”

A small whine bursts from your throat before you can stifle it back down. Namjoon’s smile in response is predatory.

“(y/n)! Namjoon! We’ve landed! Oh—”

You and Namjoon turn to stare at Hoseok whose face shows a whole number of emotions in the blink of an eye. Hurt. Confusion. Lust?

All of a sudden, the ship feels too hot, and you need to get off. Ducking around Namjoon, you head towards the ship’s main door. You can hear them murmuring behind you, but you ignore them.

You need to get your shit together. It’s not good to get distracted on a job. It’s even worse to get distracted before said job even starts.

Practically punching the exit button, you tap your foot and wait for the door to open and the ramp to descend.

“(y/n),” Hoseok calls to you, “Slow down! We need to talk to you!”

“No time,” You reply, stomping down the ship’s ramp. Barely taking a second to appreciate the beauty that is Naroxu, you power forward through the landing site. Ships of all kinds surround you. The night sky is a dark inky purple and Naroxu’s famed twin moons shimmer with swirls of silver.

“Then make time!” Namjoon’s growly response sends a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the crisp night air. You increase your pace, heading towards where you hear thumping music and peels of laughter and murmured conversation.

“Namjoon, you of all people should know that’s against the laws of physics,” You retort as you finally burst through the end of the landing site and into the crowded street dotted with neon signs and vendors of all sorts.

“She’s so infuriating!” You hear him spit out behind you to Hobi, and you can't help the smile that winds its way across your face. At least you aren’t alone in your anger.

Finding Throbbing Disco Sticks is the easiest part of your night. You simply follow what looks like cylindrical sticks of shimmering glass mirrors spinning from atop a building. There’s a line that winds its way from the club’s doors and down the block. You quickly realize that your outfit is on the conservative side and grimace. You settle for tying your crop top higher on your waist so it hits right below your breasts. This is the best you can do.

“(y/n)!” Hoseok gasps from beside you as he realizes what you’ve just done, “Why are you torturing us like this?”

“Not this again,” You groan and decide that - fuck it - you’re going to name drop to bypass the line. It’s totally tacky, but you’re desperate at this point. Ignoring the hecklers amongst those waiting, you come to a stop in front of the two burly bouncers who are clearly Naroxuin natives with beautiful lilac skin and curling silver horns.

“Can I help you, little lady?” The slightly taller one addresses you, and you immediately swoon at the depth of his voice as it flows off his tongue like chocolate. Damn these sexy Naroxuins…

“I’m meeting an old friend,” You flash them your best smile, “And he doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Would you be able to let us in?”

Blinking your wide eyes up at the two bouncers, you watch as they exchange a short glance and then turn back to you. “Who’s your friend?” The other bouncer asks you, his sharp eyes assessing your figure.

“Jooheon,” You say, shrugging, “He usually goes by Joohoney.”

Their eyes grow large. “We didn’t know Joohoney had a pet,” The first bouncer comments, eyes flicking over your form, “But then again, you are quite delicious, aren’t you?”

A hand slips around your waist and grips it firmly, while another settles on the small of your back.

“Oh, does Joohoney share?” The second bouncer grins, his eyes turning to crescent moons as he stares at the hand digging into your hip. “I never would have guessed. Keep me in mind, would you, pet?”

“Oh, shut it, Jimin,” The taller bouncer laughs, “Like she’d ever pick you over me.”

“Fuck off, Tae,” Jimin glares, stepping aside to let you through. “Have a nice night, pet. You know where to find me.”

“And me!” Tae calls, laughing again as Jimin shoves him.

You move along, shaking your head at the oddity of that encounter.

“I thought you were supposed to be keeping a low profile!” Namjoon hisses over to you as soon as you’re out of earshot of the two bouncers.

“Yeah,” Hoseok mutters, “Flirting usually doesn’t fall under the category of ‘low profile’.”

“Oh my gods,” You tug out of their holds, “I barely said two words to them! And I didn’t realize that flirting at a sex club would be completely out of the ordinary. Wow, lock me up!”

“Don’t fucking tempt me.” Namjoon’s response is immediate. Your breath hitches as he corners you close, “Now, go finish your little mission and we’ll settle this back on the ship, baby. And, believe me, it will be settled.”

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. You watch as Namjoon tugs Hoseok further down the corridor towards the main club area. “We’ll be watching!” Hoseok calls over his shoulder and shoots you a look you’re not even sure you want to interpret. And you can’t - not when you have a meeting to attend.

After grabbing a non-potent drink from the bar, you make your way around the crowded club. The dance floor is packed full of people of all shapes, sizes, and skin tones. You even see a few Uyiths with their glowing gold skin in the far corner, practically providing light for their whole area.

The majority of the clubbers here seem to be experienced in the lifestyle. Many are collared or are the ones leading the collared. Others are unclaimed and waiting to be approached or to approach. You, however, are just trying to not be propositioned for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes.

“Well, aren’t you exquisite,” A low voice murmurs from your left.

“Not interested,” You say, sipping your drink and wishing you weren’t on a job so you could have something stronger.

“Your loss,” The man shrugs in your periphery before slinking away. At least this one had not been pushy like the last. You had to threaten to remove his balls using just the tip of your stiletto to get him to flee. You are so over it.

Hopping off of your barstool, you decide to explore the rest of the club while you wait for Joohoney. You try to ignore the heat from the two pairs of eyes glued to your every move. And then you duck into the dim hallway that you know leads to the individual rooms full of sin.

The first few have their blinds closed, much to the disappointment of your curiosity. However, the fourth room is fully on display. Only two others are gathered in front of the glass, paying close attention to the activities occurring on the other side.

And what activities they are… You peer through the glass at the sight. A man is tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross, his arms and legs straining against the cuffs as a woman dressed in only a leather bustier runs her finger teasingly up and down his shaft. A second man lays beneath her, his face buried between her legs. Your attention returns to the man restrained.

What had he done to deserve such painfully pleasurable punishment? Had he done it on purpose?

As if he feels you staring at him, the man’s head lifts up and he meets your eyes. A small smile forms on his lips as he raises his chin to acknowledge you.

The woman turns to follow his gaze and raises an eyebrow at you. She hooks her finger in your direction, beckoning you to come inside. Almost subconsciously, you listen. But before you can take a step, a hand catches your wrist and tugs you back.

“What are you doing, lovely?” Hoseok’s voice jolts you from the scene that had captivated your attention. The woman in the room eyes you for a second more and then shrugs, returning to her other playthings. “You weren’t really thinking of joining them, were you?

“And so what if I was?” You reply petulantly. You cast a glance around you, noticing that the other couple watching had since disappeared and that there is no sight of Namjoon. “Where’s your other half?”

“My other half?” Hoseok’s nose crinkles adorably as he thinks, “Oh, you mean Joon? He’s taking care of something.”

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead, “He’s taking care of something? Why does that sound so sinister, Hobi?”

“It’s nothing to worry about, lovely,” Hoseok grins and then glances over your shoulder at the scene you had been watching. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

You, of course, turn immediately. The man is still tied, but now the other is sucking his dick as if his life depends on it while the woman watches with a small grin on her face. She holds a small device in her hand and is fiddling with its buttons. Then you notice the glimmering jewel that winks back at you from the ass of the man kneeling.

“It is… What do you think is hot about it?” You ask, as the tied man moans, throwing his head back and baring his throat.

“All of it. The way she commands the room, the way the men please her, the way she tortures them. I don’t know who I’d rather be,” Hoseok lets out a small laugh, shoving a hand through his tousled hair, “Do you?”

“I’d want to be tied up,” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. Hoseok’s breath hitches in his throat as his hands come down to clench your hips.

“(y/n), lovely, I’d want to see that, too,” His eyelids are heavy as he stares down at you. One of his hands travels lower on your body, palming your ass slightly.

“H-Hoseok,” You gasp, your back arching into his touch.

“Goddamn, lovely,” Hobi moans, “I thought I might never get to hear you say my name like that again.”

Your thighs clench as you vividly recall the memory not unlike this when Joon had eaten you out against the back wall of the club and then Hoseok had slid into you and fucked you until you couldn’t walk. You definitely had cried his name more times than you could ever count.

And this makes you so confused. Does this mean he had been wanting to hear you moaning his name again? That makes no sense considering he’s sleeping with Namjoon and planning to leave you.

Hoseok must read the thoughts on your face because he sighs, bringing your hand to his lips. “Later,” He promises - of what, you don’t know. He presses a kiss to your knuckles and then disappears back into the crowded club.

“Well, that was quite a show,” An amused man emerges from the shadows, “Just when I thought you might join the Mistress with Suga and Jin, you get caught up in another. How delightful.”

Sighing, you stick your hand out to greet your contact, “Hi, Joohoney. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Joohoney’s dimples flash at you as he grins and you internally melt. God, your thing for dimples is getting out of hand. “It’s very nice to meet you, too, pet. Please, call me Jooheon.” His hand grips yours firmly as he takes you in. You pay him the same regard, eyes wandering over his black long sleeve shirt with the sleeves pushed up his forearms. His shirt is tucked into slim fitting black pants and cinched with a belt that looks like it could also double as a harness. He looks expensive as hell.

And then what he says registers to you.

Groaning, you tug your hand out of his and grimace, “That wasn’t my fault! The bouncers just assumed, and I didn’t think to correct them.”

Jooheon’s grin turns wicked as he stares you down, “Oh, I’m not complaining. You can be my pet anytime you want, (y/n)…” He not-so-subtly flexes his wrist where a black choker with a silver ring in the center is wound around it twice, “This would look pretty around your neck, wouldn’t it?”

You struggle to find a response, your mouth opening and closing as you blink at the absurd turn your night has taken.

“Ah, don’t answer that. Let’s dance,” Jooheon smiles sweetly down at you like he hadn’t just asked to own you in every sexual way possible.

So you agree, nodding slightly, and then he whisks you onto the dance floor. The music thumps through you as Jooheon drags you into the throng of the crowd. Looking around you, your eyes fall on your boys.

Hoseok and Namjoon are wrapped around each other, their bodies pressed together, hips grinding to the beat. Their eyes are both on you, their gazes absolute and piercing. Namjoon grasps Hoseok closer to him, his hands drawing the other boy further into his crotch.

Are they really doing this right now? In front of you? While staring you down?

And so when Jooheon grabs your own hips to pull you back into him, you let him. The response from Hoseok and Namjoon is immediate. Namjoon’s nostrils flare as he watches you begin to shift your body in time with Jooheon’s. Hoseok’s tongue presses against the inside of his cheek as he glares over your shoulder.

“Looks like we’re making some people mad, pet,” Jooheon laughs, his lips brushing your ear. “Are you with them?”

You lean your head back to respond, “Technically, yes. They’re my crew.”

“Well, then why does your crew look like they want to fight me for putting my hands on you?”

“Oh, they’re just protective,” You reply, “They’re in a relationship anyway, as you can see.” You wave a hand over to where Hoseok and Namjoon are murmuring to each other, almost seeming to be mirroring you and Jooheon.

The motion of your hand recaptures their attention and you swear the movement of Namjoon’s lips produces the harsh phrase of ‘I’m gonna destroy him’.

You’re almost certain that Hoseok and Namjoon are about to blow your entire deal; you cannot have that happen. And so, you turn to Jooheon and ask if you can make the trade now. Luckily, he agrees and leads you through the crowd towards a door beside the bar along the far wall.

Before you step over the threshold, you turn back. Hoseok and Namjoon are steps away from you, looking pissed. And then you let the door fall shut behind you.

The trade deal goes down fairly quickly. You tug the map out of your back pocket; Jooheon places a few stacks of currency on the table. You count it first, of course. This isn’t your first space rodeo.

Thankfully, Jooheon is true to his word and has the full amount ready for you. You then unfold the map you had drawn and begin to explain it in detail. “So the Alravi are planning to attack the Wyxian border here, here, and here.” You point out the spots you had starred. “My informant is certain they will strike at 0400 in two rotations.”

A scoff meets your ears. One of Jooheon’s partners stands. He’s handsome and tall with full lips and sleepy eyes. “How do we know that this information is even legit, Joohoney? She could be making this up.”

Jooheon shoots you a look and you step towards the skeptic. “Well, Chae Hyungwon,” You purr, “I can guarantee that this information is as real as the tattoo of your mother’s name on your left asscheek.”

Hyungwon turns fuschia as Jooheon cackles, “Is that true, Wonnie? Do you have that?”

“Yah!” Hyungwon glares at you, “It’s not a tattoo of my mom’s name, it’s a tattoo of my ex-girlfriend’s name! It’s not my fault they happened to share the same one.”

Jooheon wipes tears from his eyes as he hands you your money, “Please, pet, call me for a trade anytime. This has been the most fun I’ve had in months.”

“Will do,” You grin, sliding the money into your pocket. It barely fits, but you don’t care. It always feels good to secure a bag.

You wave at Jooheon and his crew as you exit the small room and re-enter the crowded club. No further than two steps out of the door, you are thrown over someone’s shoulder.

“Hey!” You pound on your assailant’s back, “Put me down!”

“Shut it, (y/n),” Comes the growled reply.

You still for a second in an attempt to process what the hell is happening. “Joon?!” You cry, “What the fuck! Where’s Hobi?”

“Here.” Hoseok’s voice comes from behind you and it’s devoid of any of its usual amusement.

You curse, trying to wiggle out of Namjoon’s hold.

Thwack. Your ass stings and you gasp. Heat floods through you as you realize that Namjoon just outright spanked you in the middle of a crowded club - in front of Hoseok.

Damn you for even thinking a deal at a sex club would go well. No one even paid the three of you any mind as Namjoon sauntered out of the club and into the night with you hitched over his shoulder and Hobi trailing behind you both.

You even hear the laughing comments of the two bouncers from earlier as they yell over to you...

“Have fun!”

“Come back to visit, pet!”

You flip them off, but sadly Hobi obscures the gesture from their sight.

“I can walk, you know,” You mumble, thoroughly put out by your situation.

“Yeah, we do know, (y/n),” Hoseok scoffs, “You walked away from Joon and I just fine a few minutes ago. What happened to having one of us in the room with you?”

“I can handle myself just fine,” You retort, turning your head to assess how much further you’re going to be left hanging. You’re probably almost at your ship if you had to guess. “Plus, it was good practice for when the two of you leave me.”

Namjoon halts in his tracks and slides you off his shoulder and onto the ground. You wobble a bit from the blood rush, but he steadies you.

“What did you just say?” Namjoon’s voice is deceptively soft, his hands grip your biceps firmly. You can feel Hoseok behind you, his breathing hard.

You snap. Honestly, you’re a bit shocked it took you this long when you’d been feeling like you might crumble for days.

Your eyes glare back at Namjoon as your lips curl into a sneer, “Yeah, I know you’re leaving me, just like I know about you and Hobi. So why don’t you drop the act like you actually care about me and fuck off.”

Namjoon’s eyes are wide as they stare down at you. Hoseok seems to have stopped breathing altogether and a slight whine sounds from him.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon says, “Bring her to her quarters while I set the course.” He steps around you and stalks towards your ship which is only a few paces away.

“Come on, lovely,” Hoseok grabs your hand but you just shrug him off. A flash of hurt crosses his beautiful face and you almost cave and hug him close. But you have to be strong - just like you always have.

You march forward, heading up the ramp and onto your ship. Hoseok closes and locks the door behind you; the ship lifts off immediately.

Laughing bitterly, you head towards your quarters with Hoseok in tow, “What’s the big rush here? Can’t wait to start your own life together without me?”

“(y/n), please. Let’s talk about this,” Hobi begs, for what you’re not sure. The quiet desperation you hear in his words almost drains the fight right out of you, but you’re in too deep to stop now.

“What’s there to talk about?” Your words sting with bitterness as you enter your room, “I know you two don’t love me, and I get it. Who would? You and Joon deserve a better life. I’ll be fine without you just like I was before you came into my life.”

Hoseok shoves a hand through his hair as he gazes sharply down at you, “Lovely, no. Don’t say such things.”

Angrily wiping away a traitorous tear, you sink onto your bed. Just when Hoseok looks like he’s about to say more, Namjoon storms in. He takes one look at you and Hoseok and sighs deeply. “What are we going to do with you, baby?”

“She thinks we don’t love her!” Hoseok cries.

Namjoon blinks and then approaches you, “Is that what you really think, (y/n)?” He bends down, his face level with yours from where you sit on your bed. Hoseok sits beside you, and you watch as his hand slowly inches towards yours.

You tug it out of reach. “I know you don’t love me, Joon,” You shrug, “And that’s okay. I’ve always been alone; it's what I know best.”

Namjoon shares a long look with Hoseok and then he turns back to face you, “Baby, how did you get these ideas in that pretty head of yours?”

Your anger boils back up, “I got them from you!”

You spring up, standing toe-to-toe with Namjoon, “If you really want to leave to be “free to share your love”, don’t let me hold you back. After all, I’m just a drunken mistake, aren’t I? Just a nasty little hiccup in your relationship. Just a painful memory that makes you cringe. Don’t you realize how much that hurts me? I fucking love you and you both can’t stand the sight of m—!”

Namjoon’s hand grips the back of your neck as his mouth slams onto yours. Your mind blanks as you gasp, his tongue sliding over yours. You kiss him back. Your hands wind up his chest, feeling his skin burning through the flimsy mesh of his shirt. You feel another pair of hands grip your hips and that jolts you enough to come to your senses.

“Wait, wait, wait,” You pull your mouth away from Namjoon’s, “You can’t just kiss me and touch me like I’m yours when I’m not.”

“But, lovely, you are,” Hoseok tugs you back into his body and places a light kiss on your neck, “You always have been.” His mouth feels hot as it sucks gently on your skin, undoubtedly leaving marks in its wake.

“I-I don’t understand,” You stammer, trying to wrap your head around everything that’s going on. “I thought you were leaving me. I thought you were ashamed of that night on Xyreus. I thought you didn’t want me when you so clearly want each other.”

“For someone so smart, you sure draw some dumb conclusions,” Namjoon mumbles, his hands cupping your face carefully. “Number one: the conversation you overheard was about how we agreed that we would never leave you.” Your breath hitches as you feel Hoseok’s hands slip around your body to toy with the hem of your crop top right under your breasts.

“Number two,” Namjoon continues, recapturing your gaze, “We are ashamed of that night on Xyreus. But what we’re ashamed of is how strongly we came onto you, how we were so sure we felt more for you than you felt for us. We couldn’t lose you. If we scared you off with how much we loved you - and still love you - we would never live with ourselves. And so we cut it off.”

“You love me?” You breathe out, “Both of you?”

“So much, baby,” Namjoon looks down at you like you’re the most cherished thing to him.

“So, so much,” Hoseok growls in your ear, nipping at it slightly. You shiver, your body pressing back into his. You feel his cock hard against your ass and you press back even further, craving some kind of friction. “Fuck, lovely,” His head falls to your shoulder as he grinds into you.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon’s tone is hard and full of warning. It sends a rush of heat straight to your core.

The other boy groans but pulls back from you just a bit. You frown at the loss.

Namjoon notices and rolls his eyes, “How did I forget that you’re just as insatiable as him?” Before you can even retort, he continues, “Number three: yes, Hoseok and I want each other; but, we also want you. We talk about it all the time. How your pussy tasted on my tongue. How you felt around Hobi’s cock. How it might feel to fuck you at the same time…

His eyes are dark, his pupils so dilated that they encompass his irises. “I think about that, too,” You bring a hand up to hold one of Joon’s as he still cradles your face. “I think about how it would feel to be between the two of you as you pound into me, using me for your pleasure.”

“She almost joined a scene tonight,” Hoseok blurts. Your eyes widen as Namjoon’s eyebrows raise.

“Is that so, baby?” Joon murmurs, one of his thumbs brushing over your lips. “What drew you in? Hoseok and I can give it to you in any way you want; you just have to ask.”

Your thighs squeeze together as your walls clench around nothing. Of course, Namjoon’s observant eyes miss nothing and he quirks a small smile.

“I liked how they pleased their mistress,” You gasp out, “How they touched each other to make her satisfied. I want to do that. Let me do that for you.”

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon groans, “You want to please me? Fine. Strip - both of you.”

Hoseok immediately sets on unbuckling his harness. Meanwhile, your hands shake too much to be able to unclasp your body chain.

“Leave it on,” Namjoon slips a finger under the chain between your breasts, “I’ve been dying to see you in this and nothing else.”

“But my shirt—!” Your protest is cut short as Joon grips the collar of your top and rips it straight off. “Namjoon!” You berate, shooting him a dirty look which he definitely doesn’t see since he’s staring at your half-naked body like it’s the sun in which he revolves around.

“So goddamn beautiful.” Just as you think he’s going to touch you, he backs off. “Hobi, take her pants off, and then I want to watch you make her come.”

Hoseok moves to stand in front of you. You stop breathing as you take in his bare body - his cock already hard. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands winding their way up your calves, your thighs, your ass. Hobi slowly tugs down the small zipper on the side of your pants and then pulls them off you.

He lets out a moan as soon as he realizes you aren’t wearing underwear. How could you have in tight leather pants?

“You dirty girl,” Namjoon’s words reclaim your attention as you look up at him. He’s sitting in your desk chair, legs spread wide, making no move to hide his arousal. “Now keep your eyes on me when Hoseok fucks you with his tongue.”

You let out a moan both at Namjoon’s words and at the first brush of Hoseok’s tongue on your aching pussy.

“Gods, Joon,” Hoseok growls, “She’s so wet, so sweet.” His tongue flattens as it drags down the length of your folds before circling your clit.

You’re panting at this point, and when Hoseok lightly kisses your clit and sucks it into his mouth, your back arches. You grind your hips shamelessly down onto Hobi’s face, craving more with a desperation you haven’t felt before.

Your eyes never leave Namjoon’s as he speaks to you in a low voice, “Fuck yeah, baby. Ride his face. Does it feel good?”

“So good,” You moan, hands winding into Hoseok’s hair as he slides his tongue inside you.

“Do you think you deserve to come, (y/n)?” Namjoon questions, his fingers steepled in front of his face as he leans forward. “Even after the stunts you pulled tonight on Naroxu?”

“Y-yes,” You answer petulantly and then jolt as Hobi spanks your ass. Your walls clench automatically around Hoseok’s tongue and he moans, the vibrations make you squirm. The pleasure builds and builds inside you, coiling in the pit of your stomach and spreading across your body.

You murmur Hoseok’s name like a mantra as your fingers dig into his hair, holding him against your pussy.

“Stop.” Namjoon’s voice cuts through your impending bliss. Hoseok draws back and you whine at the loss of contact.

“Joon, please,” You beg, “I’m so close!”

“I want to feel you come around my cock, baby,” Namjoon walks over to you, “Can you do that for me?”

You nod furiously, and he smiles, his dimples peeking out at you. “Good girl.”

You watch as Namjoon strips, taking in the sight of the thickness of his thighs, the hardness of his cock.

He kisses you swiftly and then turns you around. “I want you on all fours, baby. Go on,” Namjoon squeezes you ass and then pushes you lightly onto the bed.

You shift onto all fours, all too aware of how much you’re on display for them. And you feel yourself getting even more turned on.

“Damn, Joon, look at that pretty little pussy,” Hoseok groans, “It’s all ours. She’s all ours.”

You feel a finger slide into you. “Babygirl,” Namjoon groans, “When I wreck you, I want you to suck Hobi off, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” You pant, needing them both so bad.

Namjoon chuckles darkly as Hoseok gets into position in front of you. He barely settles before you lean down to taste him. Your tongue swirls around the tip and then you take him into your mouth.

You feel Namjoon’s finger slip out of you only to be replaced by the head of his cock. As he eases into you, you groan around Hoseok’s length, making him twitch.

Namjoon slowly begins moving in and out of you. “You feel so nice, baby,” He murmurs, gripping your hips, “So hot and tight around my cock.”

You clench around him and Namjoon moans, “Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come too soon.” You clench again, because you’re a brat.

Thwack. Namjoon’s hand comes down hard on your ass and stays there, kneading the sting out slowly. His pace picks up. His cock slamming into you, his hips grinding into your ass with each thrust. Soon enough, you’re hurtling towards the edge once again. You release Hoseok from your mouth; and instead, you focus on moving one of your hands up and down his shaft as you lap at his tip.

You feel yourself gripping Joon tightly as you move your hips back to meet each of his thrusts. “You gonna come, babygirl?” Namjoon spanks you again as his other hand reaches around your body to rub your clit.

You come with a scream, your vocabulary erased to the point where you only know the names of your lovers. Namjoon continues to pound into you, carrying you through your orgasm.

But still, you’re not satisfied. “Hoseok,” You peer up at your sunshine, “I want you inside me, too.”

“Lovely,” Hoseok sighs, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” You nod emphatically, shaking your ass slightly.

Still inside you, Joon groans, “We’ve unleashed a monster, Hoseok. Go grab the lube from your room, yeah?”

“Why? I have some,” You point towards your bedside drawer. “It’s in there.”

Hoseok opens your drawer and curses, “Lovely, have you been fucking yourself with these toys?”

“No,” You retort, getting up from your bed and ignoring the noise of protest that Joon makes when he slips out of you. “I just stare at them for the aesthetic, Hobi.” You move him aside with your hips as you grab the lube from its spot.

Hoseok bites down on your neck. “Such a brat,” He mumbles into your skin as he kisses the mark he just made.

They don’t know the half of it... You grin, “Now, are you both going to fuck me? Or should I go back to take those bouncers up on their offer?”

No sooner had the words left your mouth than Namjoon grabs you, wrapping your legs around his waist and sinks his cock back inside you. “You think that’s funny, baby?” He growls into your ear, “You’re not even going to remember their existence when Hobi and I are done with you.”

You moan as you feel Hoseok’s finger teasing your ass, getting you ready to take him. The coolness of the lube sends a shiver down your spine as you eagerly anticipate being full of both your boys. “Please, Hoseok,” You whine, desperate for him. You grind your hips down onto Joon as best you can, and when you feel the first gentle touch of Hoseok’s cock against your hole, you throw your head back so it rests on his shoulder.

Hoseok sinks into you inch by inch, torturously slow. You’re panting now as you are stretched around the two of them.

“Gods-fucking-damn,” Hobi moans, his hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out inside you. “Joonie, I can feel you. Gods, you’re so tight, lovely.”

“Please,” You cry. You need them to move, to fill you up with their come.

And when they finally start moving in and out of you, you think you might be ascending into the astral plane. Namjoon’s mouth lowers to suck at your nipples. Hoseok’s hands roam around to flick and play with your clit. You’re so overwhelmed by the multiple sensations, your hands digging into Namjoon’s hair, holding him close to you.

“I’m gonna come,” Hoseok whines, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his hips stuttering as he chases his high.

“Me too. Come with us, baby,” Namjoon orders, his own voice straining as he shifts your legs up higher to get deeper inside of you.

Tears stream down your cheeks as his cock hits that spot inside you, and you’re coming. Your walls clench down around both of their cocks, milking them. Their cum fills you up with warmth as your pussy continues to pulse around them.

“Oh, lovely,” Hoseok sighs, his voice breaking as he thrusts shallowly in and out of you, riding out his orgasm.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Namjoon places light kisses all over your chest, “You were made for us.”

You can’t even find words as they eventually pull out of you. Cum drips down your legs as Joon sets you down. You watch as Hoseok swipes at it with two fingers and then brings it up inside you. “Want you to be full of us always,” He says, placing a swift kiss to your lips.

“My heart already is,” You murmur, your lips twitching as Hoseok groans at your cheesiness.

“Baby,” Namjoon sighs, his arms wrapping around you, “That was terrible.”

“Please,” You roll your eyes, “You love it.”

“Yeah,” They reply, “I guess we do.”

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