#hyunjun scenarios

[niki-phoria]

pairing: hyunjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 406

includes: fluff, hyunjin has long hair and an art studio, reader sits on his lap (briefly)

a/n: i'm honestly not super happy with this but it was finished and i wanted to post something

summary: hyunjin paints a portrait of you

“hold still,” hyunjin murmurs beneath his breath. his gaze continuously flicks between your figure and the canvas propped up in front of him. 

stray specks of paint stain his fingers and most of the art studio you’re sitting in. sunlight streaming in through the opened windows is the only source of lighting, bathing him in a gentle golden glow. despite your cumulative efforts to keep the area clean, the paint and graphite stains seem to have a way of continuously recurring throughout the space. 

“i’m sorry.” you bite back the chuckle that threatens to escape your lips as you twist back into your original position. “modeling is harder than it looks, you know. especially when the painter is as demanding as you are.” 

hyunjin shifts slightly from behind the canvas to send you a playful glare. “i’m almost finished,” he says, returning his attention to the painting once again. “just give me ten more minutes.”

you reply with a simple hum of acknowledgement before relative silence fills the room once again. with nothing else to do, your gaze drifts back to hyunjin. his hair has been tied back into a low ponytail, leaving only a few shorter strands of hair to frame his face. his oversized hoodie is littered with stray patches of paint on the sleeves. each stroke of brush against canvas is short and precise as he expertly blends the colours together. 

“y/n?” hyunjin’s soft call breaks you out of your daze. he softly chuckles, setting his paintbrush aside. “what are you so busy staring at?”

“nothing.” quickly stepping off of the chair you had been posing on, you quickly wander over to him. hyunjin wraps his arms around your waist as he tugs you down to sit in his lap. you lean down to press a chaste kiss against cheek. “just you.”

hyunjin’s hands slip just underneath the fabric of your shirt; his fingers unconsciously trace random shapes against your skin. “can i see it?”

“of course,” hyunjin nods. 

his arms snake around your waist as you twist to look at the painting behind you. “wow,” you murmur. each stroke of paint works together to delicately paint a soft portrait of you. it’s almost akin to a renaissance painting - the light colours, soft blending, and intricate details. “it’s beautiful.”

hyunjin softly smiles, leaning in to press another quick peck against the exposed skin of your neck. “you’ve always been my muse, love.”

[kim-miyeon]

Hell Above-Chapter Nine

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Series contains mature content. read at your own discretion. Mafia!AU, explicit language, suggestive language, sexual scenes, unprotected sex, slight degradation, family issues, mild abuse, angst, 18+

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

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Does It Even Make A Difference? When I’m Sober, I Feel Pain.

It was agonizing.

You sat there, head held up by your clasped fists and leaning over shaking your leg. It was agonizing to wait and wonder. There was so much weighing on your heart and mind that you didn’t know where to place your concern. As you sat across Minho and Felix who were impatiently waiting with the same worry that you had, Seungmin pacing the hallway further down, you couldn’t help but wish that you could take away all the pain Jeongin was in behind the doors of the hospital’s operating room. The image of him falling to the ground and the blood seeping on your hands replayed in your head like a movie, which led you to your next nightmare as the film carried on. A moment you never wanted to live, a scene you didn’t want to replay. When Hyunjin looked into your eyes. How he lowered his weapon. Your inability to pull the trigger.

How Seungmin was able to drug Hyunjin with an injection before you were able to fully grasp the situation. Before you were able to say anything besides

“I’m sorry.”

Because at that moment, you felt sorry. Sorry for being in this position, for whatever idea of you was playing in his mind. You didn’t know if you’d ever see him again after that, so in that moment… saying sorry is all that you could say.

Suddenly the door of the operation section opened and you jolted up along with Minho and Felix.

“Yang Jeongin..”

The doctor began and you stepped forward in desperation, ���We are his family. How is he? Is he out of surgery?”

“He is still in surgery. He may be here over night. He has sustained a lot of injuries and we are running into complications so the operation will take a while.”

“But he is okay, right?” Seungmin stood behind you as you felt tears well in your eyes at the news. Minho turned to you softly as you were falling apart at the scene.

“It’s hard to say confidently if he will recover from his injuries but the doctors are doing all they can.”

“Thank you doctor.” Felix said lowly as the doctor retreated.

“I think you should head home Y/N.” Minho softly said as Seungmin looked at him anxiously.

“I’ll take her.” Seungmin said and lightly grabbed your arm as you yanked it still feeling the weight on your heart pull you down.

“I’m not leaving.” You spat.

“WHERE IS MY GRANDSON?!”

The hairs on your back stood up chilling as you felt the world stop. The sudden deep voice pulled your attention and you saw your grandfather walking over to the four of you in anger. Pure rage.

“Grandfather..” Felix whispered.

“Y/N, What the fuck have you done?! What is wrong with Jeongin!?”

Your grandfather marched straight to you and pushed Seungmin to the side as he gripped your arms and pulled you into him. You couldn’t even resist as you felt responsible, that this was your punishment.

“Jeongin’s in surgery.. he..”

“SHUT UP.”

A slap. Right against your cheek as you fell to the ground from the backhanded impact. Felix rushed to your side as you made contact with the cold hard floor. The taste of blood dripped In your mouth as you raised your hands to your lips and felt the cut bleeding. You looked up to your grandfather and then to Minho who stood there looking at you with sadden eyes.

“YOU…. have brought shame to this family. Because of you, a member of our family was attacked, a situation that could have been avoided if you would have just been a lot smarter. But no, you are selfish. You never think about anything. A common woman. Only using your emotions to guide you. Foolish.”

“Grandfather..” Seungmin softly said.

“Shut up boy! I have given you plenty of chances Y/N, to prove your worthiness to lead this family but you are unfit.”

You looked at the man as he turned his gaze to Minho.

“Lee Minho.”

“Yes, grandfather.” Minho answered and looked at your grandfather straight on.

“Tomorrow, I want you to begin the transition of power as stated in the 32nd clause of the Lee Family creed.”

“What?” Minho said shockingly.

“What?” You repeated through clenched teeth.

“You are unfit. Uneducated. You will not lead this family any longer. Minho will begin his training to succeed you and we will prepare for the transition.”

Your grandfather walked over to you and you flinched slightly as he stood in front of you, head tilted down and hands behind his back.

“All of this could have been avoided if you had just done what you were assigned to do, girl. Your father would be disappointed in you.”

You shook in fear and sadness at his words as he continued, “You’re lucky that execution was not considered for your treason to the family.”

With that, your grandfather walked back to the front of the hospital and you clenched your jaw at the whole scene. Yeji told you that someone didn’t like that you were the leader....there was a mole in your family and you looked up at Minho as he stood there. He slowly looked over to you and you stood up with Felix’s help and his eyes searched yours.

“Y/N.. I-”

“Are you satisfied yet Minho?”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t…” you plug your hand up to stop Minho from continuing as you began to walk away from you cousins, your mind feeling overwhelmed from the amount of emotions that you were in.

As you walked slowly, you thought about how maybe this was a good thing. To transition your power to Minho, and how maybe you wouldn't mind being killed. But then you thought about Hyunjin. Your mind replayed the scene in the basement and the way Hyunjin looked at you. It was heartbreaking that the years you had spent together were coming short and everything was left unknown. You didn’t know what he knew, and you wonder if he had woken up. Was he okay? Did he get hurt? You felt your heart ache as the thought of something happening to him and you once again felt tears brim your eyes as you stopped walking and felt a presence of someone behind you.

“Why are you following me?” You asked.

“I think we should talk Y/N.” The voice of Seungmin’s rang in your ears as he was soft and innocently asking for your time.

You couldn’t be mad at him. And you know what he was going to ask you, things couldn’t be hidden anymore. Not after this.

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

You bit your lip and felt a small hot tear run down your cheek at Seungmin’s question. It was time to be honest.

“He was right there, Y/N. He surrendered to you.. I saw it. You just didn’t pull the trigger.”

“I couldn’t do it.” Your lips quivered as you softly whispered loud enough for Seungmin to hear you. You felt more tears come and you started to let it all out.

Seungmin walked closer to you and stood in front of you as you were falling apart. Your mind, body, and soul, feeling crushed and lacking any hope. It was all too much for you to take in and Seungmin knew that you had never broken down like this ever. He wrapped his arms around you as you were limp in his chest, sobbing. He stroked your hair and you whimpered as you tried to catch a breath.

“You love him, Y/N.”

You couldn’t speak through your choked sobs so you nodded against Seungmin’s chest. You heard him sigh against you and you found yourself pulling back away from him.

“All this time?” He questioned as you wiped your tears and nodded again.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Seungmin lookesyou and stepped forward to help you wipe your tears. “You were suffering alone all this time.”

“Jeongin knew.”

Seungmin sighed and you looked up at him as he carefully tried to comfort you.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do Seungmin. Yeji ordered me to kill Hyunjin but he saw me.. he knows now.”

You felt tears come back to your wet eyes and you hung your head, “I don’t want to live a life where he isn’t with me. I can’t be here and know that he could hate me for knowing who I truly am. It’s eating me inside Seungmin, I want to be with him so badly..”

“So go to him.”

You stopped and looked at Seungmin as if he was ludacris. He looked at you in the most serious state and you shook your head.

“Are you mad? I can’t go—“

“Y/N. Hyunjin loves you, you know that. We know that.”

You did know that, didn’t you?

“Go home. Go see him tonight because tomorrow..”

Seungmin pushed and you looked down knowing what was coming.

“Tomorrow may not come.”

Seungmin was right. The consequences of you disobeying not only your grandfather but Yeji could cause commotions in the mafia world tomorrow. You weren’t sure what would happen, and what information would leak. It was so difficult to be in a limbo state at every turn. You only dream of a world where you and Hyunjin could live freely and share your life with a family. Growing old together and sharing every piece of the world. That wasn’t going to happen. You knew as long as you two were alive, you both couldn’t be together. It broke your heart. But you knew that Seungmin was right.

“What about Jeongin? I can’t just leave him here, I have to stay-.” You questioned and Seungmin sighed as he stopped you.

“Jeongin would be telling you the same thing I am.” He was right. You knew that if the situation was any different, Jeongin would be telling you to go to Hyunjin.

“Okay. I’ll go.”

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Hyunjin felt his eyes pry open as he heard the sound of men talking from a few feet away. His head was pounding and his body ached as he tried to shift and move.

“Woah woah Hyunjin,” Hyunjin saw Jisung come to his side from behind the couch that Hyunjin was laying on. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin sat up with Jisung’s help, “I’m good, what happened?”

“We were hoping you could tell us that.” The sound of Changbin’s voice echoed as he came from behind Hyunjin with Chan next to him “We found you in the basement on the floor. You were out for an hour.”

“You didn’t see anyone down there with you?” Chan asked and Hyunjin shook his head and then that’s when he remembered.

You.

“You said that the leader of the Lee Family was here right Chan?” Hyunjin felt his heart beat faster at the thought of you being someone you weren’t.

“Yeah, I was told that he would be in the basement. You told us to check the perimeters, we didn’t catch him.”

Hyunjin spared you. He knew that in that moment it was you, him, and the gun. But he couldn’t grasps why you were down there, who you really were, or have you been a Lee all this time. The leader who hid in plain sight. But the boys didn’t know, or so it seemed. Hyunjin didn’t want to let them know that he saw you there, not until he saw you first.

He knew you. Or maybe he didn’t. But the woman that he loves would come home. You’d be at home waiting for him. Maybe to kill him, but in Hyunjin’s mind, he didn’t care.

“Hyunjin,”

Hyunjin looked up at the boys who were waiting for his next response.

“I have to get home.” Hyunjin said and stood up from the couch, noticing that they were still in the Lee Mansion. It was so dark and grey with hints of despair and murder. Hyunjin thought about the massacre of the Lee Family which occurred right in this house. Generations of his bloodline, fighting against the Lee family and how he allowed someone, his enemy, to coerce him. He needed to know the truth. He needed you to tell him that you weren’t of Lee blood. That you weren’t the leader. He needed to pretend that everything was okay. But the fear that you never loved him in the way he loves you imprinted his mind as he began to head out of the home and walk towards him car.

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Hyunjin walked up to the door of his home, inserting the key to see that the door was cracked open. He felt his ears grow hot as the pit of his stomach felt heavy and light all at once. The suspense of what could be behind the door caused him to grab his gun in his holster, and aim it at the door. He pushed open the door and was welcomed to a dark home. The silhouettes of the couch and the tv were the first things he noticed as he knew someone had to have been here. He wondered if it was you. Where were you?

He stepped closer into the home and walked slowly as he aimed his gun at anything and everything, scanning the rooms intensely. He approached the dining room and the kitchen, places he assumed you’d be in, but was led to another empty space. He then walked slowly to the hallway that led to your bedroom and as he approached his eyes first saw the curvature of your figure in the hallway. He immediately took his stance with the gun aimed at you as you stood there looking at a photo hung up on the wall.

You stared at the photo of you two, sharing smiles and laughing. A memory made one day in the park, your engagement photos. You smiled painfully in the dark and knew Hyunjin was across from you, ready to fire his weapon. He turned on the hallway light to get a more clear picture of you and was taken aback at your ability to look so beautiful when you have been through distress. He felt captivated by you as if you were a drug. He wondered if he really could pull the trigger now.

“Are you really going to keep your aim at me?” You turned and looked at Hyunjin who was staring back at you and you began to walk closer to him, step by step.

“Don’t come closer.” He demanded and you kept walking.

“I’m serious Y/N or I will—“

“What? Are you going to pull the trigger?” You stood in front of him with his gun pressed up against your chest. A reverse imagery of the hours before. Hyunjin looked down at your beaded eyes as you tried to stay calm and collected. You weren’t sure where Hyunjins mind was and you didn’t feel confident that he wouldn’t shoot. You saw in his eyes however, a battle. He was internally battling his emotions. You wanted to be honest with him, you wanted to have something.

“Who are you?” He whispered.

You were crushed. He wasn’t sure anymore that you were the woman he loved. How could he be?

“I’m your wife. Hwang Y/N.”

“No….you know what I mean.” He tensed and you sighed back to him and nodded.

“Why were you down there, Y/N? What is going on? How did you find that place?” Hyunjin began ram biking all the questions in his mind, word vomiting. You just stood there feeling yourself grow tears again. He was breaking in front of you. Both of you were breaking down.

“Was it even real?”

That’s where he got you. A dagger through your heart. Was it even real? All of this, the love, the way you looked at him, how you held him, everything. All these years, was it even real. He lowered his weapon and you watched him as he started to succumb to his emotions, tears not holding back.

“Hyunjin.” You placed your hands on his wet cheeks as he dropped his weapon to the floor and took hold of your wrists as he looked at you

“If everything is fake..can you just tell me that the love was real?”

“Hyunjin, I have never loved anyone the way I love you.”

Hyunjin looked into your eyes as you began to cry and he couldn’t hold back. If everything else was a lie, he needed this to be the truth. He needed you differently than he ever had. He knew in his heart, there was no reason to live if you weren’t next to him. You two were cut from the same strand of souls. You were made for him, that had to be true. He didn’t care if he woke up tomorrow and found out you were a Lee. He didn’t care if your families disapproved of your relationship. If you loved him and he loved you, why does anything else matter.

So he wrapped his large hand around the back of your head and pulled you in to place his lips on you. A feeling of shock tingled through the both of you and you wrapped your arms around him. Your lips melding perfectly like they always have before. Your bodies sharing the heat of the moment. There was so much desperation and fear. You both knew it. Tomorrow wasn’t granted. But you two had tonight. You knew that you couldn’t be with him after tonight. That tomorrow could take a turn for the worst.

“Hyunjin…” you breathed as you pulled back slowly.

“Yes love.”

“I promise I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, everything that you want to know. Just know that how I feel about you, that was real. And will always be real.” Hyunjin’s eyes looked deep into yours and he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you.

“I love you Hyunjin.” You whispered against his lips kissing him again.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He kissed you back as he ran his hands down the side of your body, fingertips caressing the inside of your shirt, over your waist and pants. You moan at the coldness of his fingertips against your warm skin. Hyunjin walks you back, still pressed against your lips, into your bedroom. The room where so many intimate moments to like this one has happened. So many late night talks, binge watching shows, holding each other close moments. You pulled back and Hyunjin took his shirt off revealing his toned milky white chest to you. Your hands without thinking glide over his smooth skin and trace each line on his toned abs and over his chest. Carved by the gods, he was the definition of perfection. He leaned forward into you, kissing you again with the same passion and fire he has always had. Desperate for your taste. His hands roam under your shirt, sending chills down your spine as you leaned you head back, pulling away from the kiss, moaning as he began to pepper kissed up and down your neck. His hand grasped your clothes breasts and you wrapped your hand in his hair again. He was so close to you, and you could feel his throbbing member against your inner thigh.

Hyunjin then pulled your shirt over your head and then turned you around to unclasp your bra. Sensually he slid the straps of your bra off your shoulders, bending down to kiss the top of your bare shoulders pressing his warm chest against your soft back. As you bts fell to the ground, freeing your breast, Hyunjin’s hand gilded up your naked upper half, clasping over your breasts, fingertips playing with your harden nipples. You moaned and leaned your head back against him as he chuckled darkly into your ear. Lips still leaving trails anywhere he wanted.

“Keep moaning for me babygirl.”

One of Hyunjin’s hands then slipped down your naval above the button of your pants and in one swift motion, he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the zipper down. His hand disappeared in your pants, fingers tracing over your clothed heat, he groaned as the feeling of your underwear being soaked.

“So wet for me, Y/N.” He lightly nipped your ear as his fingers rubbed against your clit making you groaned in pleasure, your hands raising up and behind to bring Hyunjin closer, your hips bucking against his hand to chase any more friction.

You felt his long fingers push your underwear to the side and insert themselves in your tight hole. You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up with just his slender fingers and he gasped too.

“Fuck Hyunjin.” You moaned as he began to slowly pump into you.

“You like that baby? You like being filled up with just my fingers huh?”

His pace began to increase and he was pumping in and out at a delicious speed. Your body convulsed against him, legs beginning to quiver. Hyunjin moaned against your ear and you felt his hips grind against your rear. You were taken over by the pleasure and you wanted him so badly. To fuck you like a doll, to dominate you in every way. You were aching for him as you whimpered everytime he palmed against your clit.

“Get on the bed.” His fingers slipped out of you and you whined at the loss. You turned and slipped your pants and underwear off as you climbed back on the bed as he held the fingers that were in you and Stuck them into his mouth, sucking the taste of you right off.

“I taste good daddy?” You bit your lip, eyes hooded with lust and he groaned as he leaned forward and took a hold of your legs pulling you to him.

“Delectable.” He leaned down until he was face to face with your wet cunt and he groaned, “ I want all of you.”

You felt your body arch off the bed as Hyunjin wasted no time devouring you with his sinful tongue. He attacked your clit and licked you like you were the most delicious piece of candy and he wanted to savour every drip. You were moaning like mad. The feeling of him against you like this was immaculate. There were no words. You didn’t even think about anything, not even the words that left your mouth. You would look down and see him looking up at you and would almost cum just from the sight of him eating you out. Your hips would rock against his face and you’d feel the vibrations if his low chuckle against your lips.

“Fuck Hyunjin just like that. Please.”

Hyunjin inserted his fingers into you again as he curved his fingers against your sweet spot. You cried out as he abused your clit with his tongue and fucked tou with his fingers so well.

“Hyunjin… Im gonna FUCK.” You were convulsing against him. Hands trying to find something to grasp on to.

“You wanna cum for me love?” He devilishly smirked at you, tongue still lapping over your sensitive nub.

“Oh my fucking god daddy, I wanna cum.” You cried out as you watched him smile against you.

You felt your walls clench around his long fingers and your body arched off the mattresses as Hyunjin took no time to stop. He kept lapping you intensely, driving you so far that you were gasping for air.

“Shit shit shit!” You cried out as he drank all your juices as you were coming down from you high. He pulled his fingers out of you and leaned over to put them in your mouth. You sucked your juices off his fingers as he bent down to kiss you so sloppily and sexy. You were never going to get enough of this man.

He fumbled with his pants, while kissing you. Once you heard his pants fall down, you sat up and pulled Hyunjin on the bed as he fell with a thump.

“Hey!” He laughed and you smiled as you crawled down to his hardened dick.

“My turn..” you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft as your tongue extended and licked him from the bottom to the top of his head. Your lips wrapped around his head as you slowly bobbed your head down, using your tongue to apply more wetness to him.

Hyunjin groaned and leaned his head back, eyes fluttering close as you into he’d to move slowly up and down his shaft. You had one hand moving on his dick, going against your movements of your lips. Hyunjins hand went above your head as he sat up.

“God baby your mouth feels fucking insane.” He helped you bob your head gently on his dick as you looked up at him as he watched you suck. You were growing wetter by the second and your core was aching. You moaned against his member and he hissed as your hand massaged one of his balls as you sucked. Suddenly Hyunjin pulled you off his cock and pulled you so that you were on all fours in the bed with him behind you.

You gasped as he leaned over your back, pulling your hair so that your head was flung back closer to him. His lips caressed your ear again and his hot breath tickled.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good Y/N. I’m gonna fuck you dumb.” He growled as he pushed your back down so your ass was facing up and your head was smashed to the mattress. You felt Hyunjin line his dick to your hole as he pushed himself in you and you yelled at the way his size filled you up. He rubbed every pleasurable part in you and you were moaning immediately to how deep he was in you. He began to slowly move in and out of you, it was so painful. You wanted him so badly and he was pumping into you so sensually. You tried to buck your hips against him, earning a slap on your ass for trying to do anything.

“Someone is needy..” he chucked as you groaned. You wanted to be rough, you wanted him to show you how good he could fuck you.

“I thought you were gonna fuck me dumb..” after the words left your lips, you almost wished you hadn’t said anything. Cause Hyunjin grabbed a hold of your hair and wrapped his hand around your neck pulling you back and snapped his hips hard into the tip hitting your sweet spot each time he snapped back into you. You tried to scream and moan but Hyunjins hand was gripped around your neck, making your sounds high pitched and weak.

“Wanna say something else princess? Is this want you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like this?” Hyunjins speed was out of control. Your mind was clouded with the pleasure of him fucking you. He threw you down to the mattress and leaned over as you were a moaning mess.

“Tell me who’s making you feel this good Y/N.”

“You are Hyunjin.”

“I’m the only one who can have you like this. I’m the only one who can see you like this.”

Your mind was all of the place as he fucked into you, his motions getting sloppier as he was chasing his high. He reached his hand to rub your sensitive clit and you yelled again. He was moaning against you and you were convulsing as he helped you chase your second orgasm of the night.

“I fucking love you Y/N.”  Hyunjin whimpered as you felt your knees buckle under him. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too..” you tried to breathe out as you felt another wave of pleasure wash over your body, and you pussy clench around Hyunjin. He let his body weight come over you as he shot his seed deeping you as he kept pumping into you. Your hot sweaty bodies were breathing against each other and you felt him kiss your back as you laid there.

He tried to get up and you stopped him.

“Can we just stay here like this for a moment.” You asked and he nodded as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to the side into his chest. He was still inside you and you thought about a lot of things.

“I believe you.”

You looked over behind you to him as he smiled with his eyes closed. You turned back and you closed your eyes too.

“Believe me about what.”

“That it’s real.”

You paused in your mind, eyes opened again as he snuggled closer to you.

“Whatever your truth is… even if it’s not what’s meant to be…”

You felt your heart beginning to break again.

“At least I know that what we have is real.” Hyunjin interlocked his hands with yours and squeezed it tightly.

“I promise Y/N, that i will fight to have you like this every day.”

Hyunjin don’t.

“I will do anything—“ he began to drift off into the night sleep, “to keep you here with me.”

You laid there, shattered.

Because you knew that in an ideal world, that wish would be fulfilled. In an ideal world, you were just you and Hyunjin was just Hyunjin. There was no feud or hat between families, there was no grandfather or Yeji. Jeongin was safe and Minho and you got along. Hyunjin could have the family he dreamt of and you two would raise your children happily. That was ideal.

But you two don't live in an ideal world. You knew that. Hyunjin’s optimism scared you. If tomorrow came and he found out everything that Yeji knows, how could both families accept that? How could Hyunjin accept that your sole purpose was to marry him and kill him. Gain his trust and use it against him. You knew better than to live in hope and optimism. That’s not the luxury you were given.

So maybe it was cruel to come back home that night and see him. Maybe it was cruel to tell him that you’d be truthful in the morning and tell him that you loved him. It was cruel to make love one more time and let him fall asleep dreaming of a world where you two could be together.

Maybe it was cruel to leave him alone in the morning with your wedding ring sitting on the bedside table.

Because when Hyunjin woke up the next morning to find an empty bed and your wedding ring, he felt a type of pain he never imagined he would. One that caused a different suffering, where you feel so dead and your force to live.

Heartbreak.

a/n: it’s here! thank you guys for waiting and being patient. I’m trying really hard to get these out when I say I will! as always send me your thoughts and theories! I love reading them! WE ARE ALMOST TO CHAPTER 10 WHAT? you guys are amazing! until next time!KMY

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[p1hypen]

wrong but it feels so right — Y. KEEHO

a relationship gone stale causes you to indulge in some company and attention from someone other than your boyfriend, who’s been falling short of it. ft. non-idol!keeho (p1harmony) x gn!reader genre! pining (one sided but eventually becomes mutual), kind-of first meeting w/c! 2633

warnings! drinking, relationship going astray, implied cheating (reader is kissed despite already having a bf), mentions of side characters non-idol!eric, hyunjin, baejin, heesung, hyunjun (former tbz member)

you stared at the blank ceiling above, wondering what it would be like if everything just collapsed on you and came falling down. would you make the effort to run and escape possible life threatening injuries, or would you rather continue to lay in bed and accept what the universe has planned for you.

you’re not sure how to put it in a coherent sentence but lately everything just feels off to you, like there’s some entity looming over your shoulder or that there’s a new chemical reaction that changed the molecules floating in the air wherever you go. perhaps it’s one of those mercury in retrograde periods that the astrology enthusiasts talk about on the spiritual side of tiktok. whatever it may be, you’re hoping that this is a temporary rut and nothing permanent

the silent vibration of your phone signaling an incoming call interrupts your philosophical thoughts. you reach over the nightstand and pluck the device out of its charger just in time to answer on the third ring.

“hello?”

“babe! the guys and i are going to hyunjun’s to drink. probably hang out as well of course. you wanna come?”

your eyes dart to the digital clock sitting prettily on your desk as it collects dust. the time reads thirty two minutes after six p.m. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating the option of staying home for the rest of the evening of tagging along with your boyfriend to go to his friend’s place who you barely know.

spoiler alert, you opted for the latter.

“gimme like 10 minutes to get ready?”

“alright, i’ll be over soon. love ya,”

you swallowed and let out a shaky laugh. “you too, babe.”

the line went dead meaning the call had ended. your phone dropped to your side and you craned your neck to look up at the sight of your boring ceiling. what’s the probability that you come crashing down on me in this very moment?

not as likely as you hoped it would.

your boyfriend arrived promptly after you shot him a text to inform him that you were dressed and ready to go. not without missing the smiley face that you habitually added to the end of your sentence. the silly little emoticon that felt like it was taunting you with colons for eyes and parentheses for a mouth. wonder which genius was the first to come up with that when texting became a thing.

tonight was nothing special, to you at least, which meant having the opportunity to dress casual and comfortable. if this were dinner at a fancy restaurant or a planned date (something that your boyfriend hasn’t taken you out on for more than a couple of months), then your outfit would be the complete opposite of what you were currently wearing. cargos with an oversized zip-up hoodie and an l.a dodger’s baseball cap.

but because tonight was neither dinner at a fancy restaurant nor a thought-out date with a well prepared itinerary, there was no reason for you to dress-to-impress. not even for your boyfriend. eight and a half months of dating changes you when you reach that stage of absolute comfortability with each other. at least you guess so.

the two of you arrived at hyunjun’s with less than 15 minutes to spare. your boyfriend led you to the backyard where the rest of his social circle was, fingers lazily entwined together. the sounds of your footsteps shuffling against the grass sparked his friends attention and they all perked up delighted to see your boyfriend’s impending arrival (not yours). he dropped his grasp from yours to which you frowned ever so slightly at. you stood off to the side as you watched them dap each other up and do that bro hug with the pat on the back thing that guys usually do when they greet one another.

“sup y/n,” one of them nodded at you, being the first to acknowledge your presence, and you did your best to smile in a non-awkward way.

you gave him a small wave and muttered a shy “hi” under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear you over the chatter of seven guys talking in unison.

“want a shot? it’s strawberry soju, your favorite~” he sing-songed, shaking the bottle in a tempting manner and a shot glass ready in his other hand like he wasn't excepting "no" for an answer.

not even your own boyfriend knew you liked strawberry flavored soju.

“why the fuck not,” you shrugged. giggling when he praised you as you downed the shot in one go, scrunching your face at the slight sting of the alcohol sliding down your throat. the sweet warmth of the liquid settling in your stomach. no matter how many given occasions that you’ve drank soju each time feels like it’s the first for you.

hyunjin refilled your glass and invited you to sit next to him. your boyfriend already made himself comfortable in the seat between eric and baejin who were directly across of you.

it only took him two whole minutes into the night to forget about you.

new world record.

“is anyone else drinking? can i just have this entire bottle to myself?” you shamelessly asked, pointing to the strawberry soju that was perspiring on top of the cooler that hyunjin offered you not long ago.

“knock yourself out, shortcake.”

if you were going to make it through tonight and sit idly while your boyfriend subconsciously pretends he doesn’t have a significant other to tend to, then you were going to need more than two puny baby shots of soju.

“i needa use the bathroom…” you announced to no one in particular as if your whereabouts really mattered to anyone here.

you stood up from the lawn chair and slipped into the house through the sliding door, struggling to close it behind you before venturing off to the bathroom. if your memory serves you right you’ll find your destination down the hallway second door on the left. sadly, to your dismay, it was currently occupied by someone else who beat you to it.

your arms folded, leaning against the wall to support your weight, while [im]patiently waiting for the person on the other side.

five minutes or so passed and you began to wonder if whoever was on the toilet was taking a shit or possibly puking up their insides into the bowl with their pitiful head hanging low.

whatever it was that they were doing, if you have to stand in the hallway for another 60 seconds you were not going to hesitate to pound your fists on the damn door demanding them to hurry up with their fucking business because there’s other people in this world who need to use the bath—

something clicked and your posture straightened itself at the mere noise. you looked away when you heard someone fumble with the door knob and pretended to fixate your attention on the imaginary speckles of dust in the air.

“oh fu— my bad, sorry, i made you wait that long.” a masculine voice lulled your eyesight onto him.

he’s hot. wait— um, hello? you literally have a boyfriend. there’s no way you were willing to let yourself feed into that thought.

“it’s alright. please tell me you at least sprayed something in there. i don’t think i can hold my breath any longer than 15 seconds at best.”

laughter erupted from the male, unsure if your playful remark was that funny to elicit a chuckle out of someone in the first place.

“don’t worry i didn’t do a number two if that’s what you’re thinking.” he wipes his hands on his pants and you stifle the urge to cringe at his mannerisms. at least he washed them unlike most guys you know. “you going in?”

“o-oh. y-yes, thank you.”

you duck your head and give the stranger a small smile as you close the door gently, locking it soon after. a heavy sigh you weren’t even aware of that you were holding back finally slips past your lips, and you observe your reflection in the mirror. completely flustered, like you just ran into a hallway crush and that was your first real interaction with them.

the waft of scented soap was strong that the smell of coconut-vanilla lingered on your skin. you dried your hands on the stray towel hanging from the rack and stopped in your tracks to fix your hair for the nth time that evening out of anxious habit. a startled squeak bubbled from your throat when you opened the door revealing the (hot) stranger who was standing in your previous spot in the hallway.

he craned his neck to look up from his phone. his gaze slowly trailed your figure from bottom to top as he respectfully studied your image. you stared back at him with doe eyes shrinking into your hoodie when his eyes remained idle on you far too long for comfort. sure, he was hot, and part of you felt guilty for wanting to think that he was checking you out, but his blank expression made it challenging to read his thoughts.

the corner of his lip upturned ever so slightly into a smirk.

"finally done?"

you scoffed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his attempt to jokingly jab at you. "at least i wasn't in there for 30 minutes unlike some people."

the ravenette chuckled and it almost summoned you to your knees.

stand up, y/n! stand up! you have a boyfriend outside.

"i'm keeho, by the way. i don't think we've really formally met or talked outside of this friend circle."

keeho, huh? come to think of it, you've never really seen him at these types of gatherings nor did you recognize him in the small crowd of your boyfriend's friends who were clustered in the backyard. you could easily put a name to a face that you knew of but tonight was definitely a first for bumping into keeho.

"i'm y/n,"

you snorted at keeho's lame joke and immediately slapped your hand over your mouth with eyes as wide as saucers. keeho laughed amusingly at your reaction, slapping his hand against the marble counter and almost knocking down the bottle of soju that the two of you were sharing. you furrowed your brows. cheeks reddening due to the alcohol in your system and not the fact that his cackled laughter added to his established personality.

"stop laughing!" you shoved his shoulder but keeho showed no sign of stopping any time soon. grumbling to yourself under your breath, you took another swig of shoju and wiped the few drops of liquid on your lips with the back of your hand.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry—" keeho's manic episode of laughter subsided and he poured himself another shot. "it was just cute how shocked you look, i wish you could've seen your face."

he just called you 'cute.'

your heart palpitated at the nonchalant comment and almost jumped right of your chest.

alarms were blaring inside your head but you subconsciously decided to ignore it and shove it into the shadows of the depths of your mind.

this was increasingly becoming dangerous and you were damn well aware of it. just two steps away from crossing forbidden territory and two steps away from sabotaging eight months of a relationship that, admittedly, you were no longer happy with.

did that make things morally right? no.

but whatever this tension you deluded yourself into thinking was there between you and keeho, it needed to be put out before a flame could possibly ignite.

keeho's face softened as he noticed the distant glint behind your eyes. he bit his lip, a little harsher than he intended to, and contemplated if the high dive would be worth sacrificing the short amount of time that he got to learn more about you over the course of the night.

he briefly turned his attention to the guy sitting outside. with sharp, piercing eyes, he narrowed on the sight of the individual drinking and laughing in utmost mockery. keeho may be out of the loop despite his association with your boyfriend's circle of friends but he was never close to them to begin with. he’s not sure why he continues to stay when he clearly doesn’t like half of the people here at hyunjun’s place; your boyfriend included.

however, the person sitting next to him is a reminder why.

keeho has always known of you.

he knows that about a week ago you just recently hit your eight month milestone with heesung. why and how he knows this information? well, let’s just say keeho was coincidentally there to witness the day that heesung asked you out with your favorite boba and a shiba inu plushie.

he knows your contact name stored in heesung’s phone because you called him five times, back-to-back, to which heesung ignored. it was game night at eric’s and while your boyfriend was too busy trying to win first place in every race of the mushroom cup in mario kart, ‘y/n ❤️’ was there on the other end of the phone anxiously biting on their fingernails hoping to get a single word out of their boyfriend.

he knows that you went to hyunjun for advice on what to get a guy for their birthday because you wanted it to be special and had the boys help you plan a surprise party for heesung.

he knows that in the past two and a half months heesung has been distant with you, stopped putting in the effort to take you out on dates, and only keeps you around to save face. your boyfriend’s ego is bigger than what’s in his pants, and him making the first move to break up with you will paint him out to be the bad guy when he was the one who fell first.

it pained keeho knowing that you were completely oblivious to all of this, or, at least most of this that is.

he saw it when you first arrived to hyunjun’s. the frown on your lips when heesung dropped your hand.

he saw it in your eyes. the way you’d look off into space as if you didn’t belong here and were solemnly forgotten of.

he’s been in the background for a while now. the time he spent as a side character in the plot of the drama had to end at some point.

fuck it.

keeho leaned in close, fingers gingerly brushing back the strands of hair that fell in front of your face, tucking your locks behind your ear and choosing to avoid the way that your pupils were practically shaking.

the unthinkable happened and you silently thanked the universe that you didn’t have to make the first move in order to confirm if what you were feeling was a facade of a pile of disappointment from these past two, almost three, months.

keeho pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. his tiers loitered there long enough for someone to easily walk in on you two. your fingers grasped onto the material of his sweater and you nearly whined when he pulled away.

there’s no use in denying it any longer and it wasn’t the soju talking.

you were slightly buzzed yet sober enough to comprehend what was happening, and as much as the old you would let the guilt tear you apart inside, you could not care less.

it was wrong. all of this was. but why did it feel so right.

[saltyhyunjae]

hey mar! how are you? also, I saw your reblog and that you write for hyunjoon! can I request a fic? It could be angst or fluff (no smut pls, since I'm a minor) take ur time, it's okay if you can't <3

hiii!! i’m doing good! thank you for your request i hope you like it!! <33

SORRY NOT SORRY

pairing: hyunjoon x reader

genre: angst

wc: 611

song rec: sorry not sorry by monsta x

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i don’t want to stay

After meeting each other in high school you and Hyunjoon have been dating ever since. You two are so used to being together, you don’t even know what it’s like to be apart from each other.

Hyunjoon sighs as he walks to your apartment complex. It’s been raining and it’s late at night but he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to tell you what has been on his mind. He didn’t want to feel like this. He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. If someone told him back in high school that he would fall out of love with you, he would never believe them. He mentally prepares himself as he makes his way to your door.

i don’t want to play

He hesitates when reaches your door. He rings the bell even though he knows your password. His birthday. He sighs waiting for you to open the door. “Hyunjoon?” You ask, voice mixed with confusion and tiredness. “It's 2:30. What are you doing here so late?” You give him a tired smile.

“I need to get something off my chest.” You let him in and sit on the couch while stands in front of you. How does he tell you he’s grown tired of you?

“Is there something wrong?” You look up at him with a worried expression, no longer smiling. Back then he would do anything for you to only look happy, now he could care less.

“Let's break up.” He coldly says. “What?�� You stand up. “I wanna break up.” You start to tear up. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” He shakes his head before sighing. “It’s better for the both of us to not be together.” He turns to face the door, but you grab onto his arm before he can’t start walking.

“No, baby please. We can work this out together. Whatever it is, we can make it through.” He shakes his arm out of your grip. “I don’t love you anymore.” He turns to face you. It’s true his heart doesn’t beat faster anymore when he holds you, when you smile at him or when he holds your hand.

It feels like your whole world has fallen down. Hyunjoon is all you know. You don’t know how you would survive without him. You wonder what went wrong. Is there someone else?

sorry i’m not sorry, i don’t think it’s my fault

You honestly don’t know why it came as a surprise to you. Hyunjoon has been acting so weird to you for the last few months. But you’ve never expected to break up with him. You two were the high school sweethearts, the couple that everyone thought would be together forever. You loved him unconditionally, how could he be like this.

“How about we just take a little break?” He rolls his eyes at you. “Hyunjoon please, we’ve been together for so long.”

it’s so clear in my eyes, don’t know why, i can’t help it

“Y/n, grow up. It was just a high school thing. Did you really think we were going to be together forever? I’ve grown tired of you. There’s nothing to fix.” You start crying, your heart broken into a million pieces. He looks at your state feeling nothing. He grabs your shoulder, making you look at him. He looks you dead in the eye as he starts speaking again. “I never want to see you again.” There he goes. He walks out of the door and out of your life.

you’re never gonna see me again

[viastro]

snow flower | hur hyunjun

ミ★ synopsis: in which hyunjun finds himself falling in love with you over a span of six months. [part of the 12 months i loved you collab]

ミ★ genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, humor, minor angst

ミ★ warnings: none !

ミ★ word count: 5,147

ミ★ parings: hyunjun x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! this is my first ever oneshot for the boyz i’m literally gonna go into cardiac arrest uh BAKGBSRH i finally decided to start writing for them, but it most likely won’t be as often as i post for seventeen. however, i will try my best ! i love the boyz so much, and i love hyunjun a lot. so make sure to check out the rest of the works that will appear for the 12 months i loved you collab that was created by @sunlightwoo​ !!

12 months i loved you masterlist 

It started out with the sparkle he saw when the two of you first locked eyes.

“You’re insane, Kevin.”

“Just a bit.” 

You tilt your head to the side in concern when your best friend sends a wink in your direction, before going back to attempting to slingshot a water balloon at his unsuspecting victim friend, Kim Sunwoo. Letting out a sigh, you glance back down at your phone, knowing that Kevin is literally going to get murdered when Sunwoo gets splashed.

“You want Formation to play when they bring your casket into the funeral home?” You ask Kevin, and he nods his head quietly. You look up to find Sunwoo still talking animatedly to a guy you haven’t seen before, but then again, you can only see the back of his head.

“Kevin, what if you accidentally hit the guy Sunwoo is talking to?” Kevin turns to you, and simply places a finger over his mouth as a means to tell you to be quiet. Your concerned expression turns into one of annoyance as you squint your eyes at him, and he gives you a grin. “I won’t hit Hyunjun, it’s fine.” 

“Hyunjun?” Kevin nods his head, turning back towards Sunwoo and preparing the slingshot once again. 

“Sunwoo introduced him and I on our first day at uni because he thought we looked really similar.” You purse your lips, leaning over slightly on the bench to try and get a better look at the man. Now curious of what this Hyunjun may look like, you open your mouth to ask Kevin if the man has an Instagram, only for your eyes to widen when you watch the water balloon fly in the air. 

“Oh Neptune.” 

Kevin lets out a cheer when the water balloon lands right smack on the top of Sunwoo’s head, now drenching the man in water. You watch as your friend looks around angrily, only to stop when his eyes land on you and Kevin. 

“KEVIN MOON!” 

You let out a loud laugh, covering your mouth as you watch Kevin begin sprinting away from Sunwoo. Your eyes land on the man Sunwoo was speaking to, and you feel your laughter slowly die down when you find him staring directly at you as well. 

His black hair is in soft waves over his forehead, catlike eyes staring at you in interest as he nonchalantly wipes away some of the remnants of water from his fancy clothes.

Damn you Kevin…

You raise your hand up to wave at the pretty boy, only to stop when Kevin and Sunwoo run past you, with Kevin screaming bloody murder and there being nothing but murderous intent behind Sunwoo’s gaze as he tries to capture the man. 

You let out a bright smile, turning back to find Hyunjun’s features slowly lifting up into a beautiful smile as well. He raises his hand up and waves at you, and you wave back, warmth flooding your face from the simple interaction.

Hyunjun always thought it was bullshit when people said that they can see sparkles in someone’s eyes, thinking that it just depended on what type of lighting they were in. However, as the warm summer sun rests over you, he knows that it’s just you. 

The sparkle in your eyes is from you, nothing else. 

Then he noticed the strange feeling he’d get when he’d hear your laughter.

You and Hyunjun watch with amused smiles on your faces as Juyeon, Kevin, and Changmin attempt to play Just Dance in your small dorm room. 

“Ow! Changmin, your elbows are sharp.” Kevin whines when he accidentally gets elbowed in the side from Changmin’s aggressive dancing. The blonde ignores the black haired beauty, continuing to focus on winning the game.

“Juyeon is taking this very seriously.” You mutter, having noticed the red head’s silence as he sharply hits the dance moves displayed on your tiny TV. Hyunjun nods his head, letting out a small chuckle at the furrow to Juyeon’s brows. He nudges you with his shoulder, causing you to turn to glance at him. “Imagine if Sunwoo and Eric were playing too.” 

You let out a smile at the thought of it, making Hyunjun’s heart flip tenfold within his chest. You shake your head, imagining the absolute chaos it would be if Sunwoo and Eric were also in your dorm, knowing their insanely competitive nature. However, Sunwoo has a lab today and Eric has a math lecture, so they were unable to join in on the besties activities. 

It’s been a couple months since you and Hyunjun met, having gotten close rather quickly. You later met Juyeon, Changmin, and Eric as summer was coming to an end. Now the six of you hangout more often than not even though Autumn quarter has begun, and your dorm room became the unofficial official meeting spot even though the other five have much larger dorms/apartments. 

“I WON!” Kevin shouts, regaining you and Hyunjun’s attention as he jumps up and down in excitement. Hyunjun bites back a laugh at the shock on Juyeon and Changmin’s faces, as Kevin was simply just moving the switch controller whenever it was required, and the two dancers were actually busting their ass off.

“I feel like I just got swindled.” Changmin breathes out, wiping away the accumulated sweat that formed on his forehead. Juyeon runs a hand through his hair, before squinting at the celebrating Kevin. 

“Do we murder him?” Kevin turns towards them with wide eyes after hearing the absurd question. 

“Heh?”

Changmin and Juyeon exchange a glance in silence, before turning back towards Kevin, who is now staring at the two in fear. 

“Yeah.”

“WHAT!” 

You let out a burst of laughter as the three begin to chase each other around your dorm. Hyunjun turns to look at you with a smile on his face, the screaming of his friends slowly becoming background noise when the sound of your laughter is all he can hear. 

Hyunjun gulps when he feels his heart thump against his chest, noticing how pretty you look when you’re happy. He bites the inside of his cheek, a thought coming to his mind that makes him turn away to try and focus on his three friends fighting each other, promptly ignoring the overwhelming feeling in his chest.

And then you experienced heartbreak.

Hyunjun lets out a groan when his phone rings beside him, glancing at the time to see that it’s 2 in the morning. He rolls over and picks up the cool metal, squinting at the screen when he sees your name shining brightly back at him. Immediately he answers the call and places the phone next to his ear, 

“Yn?”

“H-Hyunjun..” 

The black haired beauty sits up at the sound of your sniffles, eyes wide open in concern. He climbs out of bed, already walking towards his closet to put on a sweatshirt. “What’s wrong? Where are you?” 

“Can you come get me, please? I’m outside of Donghyun’s building.” You mutter quietly, watching your breath crystalize in the cold November air. Hyunjun bites the inside of his cheek at the mention of your boyfriend’s name, already having an idea of what may have occurred. 

It’s happened quite a few times with the different guys you’ve dated over the last few months.

“I’ll be there in five minutes, don’t hang up the phone, mm?” Hyunjun says, and you nod your head quietly in response, “Okay.” 

Within 5 minutes you notice Hyunjun’s tall figure walking towards you, and his heart breaks when he sees the tears immediately fall from your eyes. You quickly walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. 

Hyunjun freezes at the contact, cursing to himself at the way his heart practically palpitates in his chest from the warmth you bring him. His arms slowly wrap around you, hand cradling your head as you cry quietly, no words needing to be exchanged for him to know that you and Donghyun didn’t work out. 

“Do you want me to beat his ass?” Hyunjun asks quietly, and you let out a wet laugh, shaking your head and holding your best friend tighter. “No, we were only together for a month anyways. Can we just go to your apartment?” 

Hyunjun nods his head, and you pull away from his embrace. His heart falls at the sight of your swollen eyes, and he instinctively reaches out and cups your face with his warm hands. You look up at him with watery eyes, and Hyunjun wonders how you’re still the most ethereal being he’s ever seen. 

“When will you realize that you deserve so much more than gross Tinder men?” Hyunjun asks you with a teasing smile on his face, completely ignoring the way his heart is beating crazily within his chest at the close contact between you two. You pout up at him, punching Hyunjun’s shoulder lightly even though you know he’s right. Softly, you mutter, “I just want to find someone who loves me.” 

Hyunjun bites the inside of his cheek at your confession, before wiping away the leftover tears on your cheeks and letting his hands fall to his sides. He quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders and steers you in the direction towards his building. 

“You’ll find someone, yn.” He mutters quietly, and you let out a breath, before leaning your head onto the black haired beauty as the two of you walk in silence.

Hyunjun glances up at the stars in the sky, feeling his own heart break within his chest. He bites back a sad laugh, now understanding what it is he’s been feeling over the last few months of knowing you. 

Love. It was love.

And here we are now, the 31st of December. With Hyunjun laying on Kevin’s floor, screaming and punching the air.

“Hyunjun, please. My neighbors actually like me, you screaming is gonna ruin their view of me.” Kevin tells Hyunjun from his desk, not sparing him a glance as he just hears the sounds of his existential crisis going on behind him.

Hyunjun lets out another garbled scream, and Kevin lets out a tired sigh in return. He finally turns around in his seat to see his friend staring at his white ceiling with a blank expression on his face. Raising an eyebrow in concern, but also in fear for his life, he simply grabs a pencil, and reaches out and pokes Hyunjun’s foot. 

“Bestie… you good?” 

Hyunjun punches the air as his response, and Kevin furrows his brows. He climbs off his chair and walks over to where Hyunjun lays, moving and sitting down beside him. Kevin watches as Hyunjun just stares at the ceiling in silence once again, and he rubs the back of his neck. “I need words, Hyunjun.”

The black haired beauty lets out a breath, before closing his eyes in frustration. Resting his hands over his face he mutters, 

“I wanna kiss yn when the clock hits midnight.” 

Kevin nods his head, turning away and looking back towards his laptop. Only to pause when the words register in his mind, and he immediately turns back towards Hyunjun in complete shock at what he just uttered.

“You wanna WHAT?!” 

Hyunjun groans, sitting up from the floor and glancing at Kevin with a frustrated expression on his face. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling his heartbeat wildly within his chest at the fact that he finally confessed his feelings for you out loud. 

“I want to kiss them.” Hyunjun repeats, and Kevin continues to stare at him in shock.

“Like, their forehead?” 

“No.”

“Their hand?”

“No..”

“Their booboo?”

“I wanna kiss them on the lips, Kevin.” Hyunjun deadpans, causing the latter to slowly close his mouth and nod his head, turning back to look down at the floor. After a moment of silence passes between them, Kevin glances back at Hyunjun.

“Like, platonically?” 

Hyunjun stares at Kevin, before resting his head onto his knees in absolute disappointment and embarrassment. Kevin runs a hand through his hair, quietly asking the universe how he managed to be such a good friend that he’s now stuck in the middle of a situation that he did not ask to be in whatsoever. 

“How long have you felt this way about yn?” Kevin asks, and Hyunjun purses his lips when the memory of the first time he saw the way your eyes sparkled comes to mind. He lets out a sigh, letting his head fall back as he says, “Since June.”

Kevin’s eyes visibly widen once again as he raises his hands up towards his face to count how many months it’s been on his fingers. His mouth drops when he counts six months on his hands, and he looks back towards Hyunjun. 

“Six months?!” 

“Is it really that shocking that I have feelings for yn?” Hyunjun asks, and Kevin shakes his head, shutting his mouth to stop himself from mentioning a piece of information that could possibly make Hyunjun shit himself.

He’s sitting on a bad boy piece of information right now.

“So, do you have a plan on how you’re gonna kiss them tonight?” Hyunjun looks up towards the ceiling and shrugs his shoulders. He turns towards his friend, giving him a small smile.

“We’ll see how I feel tonight.”

Hyunjun is fucking wasted. 

If it makes anything better, Sunwoo, Eric, and Changmin aren’t doing very well either. As the three are currently in a drunken argument over who gets to have the last cookie before the clock strikes midnight. They’re incredibly loud, making it a bit hard to listen to the New Year’s Eve special on the TV.

“I get to have the cookie because I’m the oldest out of the three of us!” Changmin declares, wobbling slightly as he points a finger towards the younger two. Eric rolls his eyes, reaching out to grab the cookie again, only for Sunwoo to shove him to the floor. 

“Age doesn’t mean shit.”

“You’re a fuckin whorebag, Sunwoo.”

However, amidst all the chaos in the middle of his apartment, his eyes remain on you from across the room. You’re playing a game of UNO with Kevin and Juyeon on the floor, watching as you let out a gorgeous laugh when the two scream at your +4 card. 

Sensing a pair of eyes on you, you turn your head to find Hyunjun staring at you with those sharp, catlike eyes of his. Biting back a smile, you place your last card down on the table, shooting finger guns at the boys after winning for the third time in a row, and walk over to where Hyunjun is sitting.

Oh God, Hyunjun thinks to himself as you get closer. The purple LED lights on his ceiling cast an iridescent glow over your features, making him drunkenly wonder how you could manage to get more ethereal as the days go by. 

“Hey, stooges! There’s more cookies in the kitchen, so stop arguing.” You shout out towards your three drunk friends, and they all turn towards you with shocked expressions on their faces. They quickly scramble over into the kitchen, slipping and falling a few times as their coordination is no longer intact. 

Noticing that they left the single cookie on the coffee table, you let out a giggle, picking it up and turning back towards Hyunjun. You tilt your head to the side at his serious expression on his face, holding out the chocolate chip cookie in his direction. 

“Want it?” You ask with a grin, and Hyunjun feels his legs turn to mush. 

How am I supposed to kiss them? He wonders, watching silently as you move closer so that your faces are a few inches apart. Without another word, you place the cookie in his mouth, before plopping down on the couch beside him. 

Hyunjun quietly chews the cookie, distracted for a moment over how delicious it is, before turning back to look at you. Only to freeze when he finds that your eyes are already on him, tilting your head to the side as he catches your gaze.

“My Hyunjun is such a quiet drunk~” You mutter softly, but Hyunjun feels his heart flip within his chest at the possessiveness of your statement. You reach out and pat down a few flyaways of his black hair, and he wonders if you feel as nervous as he does when the two of you are this close to each other. 

“Oh shit! 30 seconds until midnight!” Kevin announces, making the two of you turn back to the TV. Hyunjun watches as you scramble to grab the noise makers (not Sunwoo, Eric, and Changmin, but a close second). 

“HAHAHAH! Eric passed out on the floor!” Hyunjun hears Juyeon laugh from the kitchen, watching with blurry vision as Sunwoo and Changmin giggle at the sight of Juyeon carrying out a very drunk Eric into the living room. 

“Hyunjun, stand up!” You say happily, and his eyes slowly fall on you, letting you pull him up without a second thought. 

“10!” Kevin begins the countdown. Hyunjun stares at you as you squeal excitedly with Kevin, obviously elated to start the new year with your best friends. 

“9!”

“8!” Changmin and Sunwoo shout out belatedly, drunkenly eating the cookies as they count down along with the rest of you guys. 

“7!”

“6!” You turn your head when the feeling of someone burning holes into your cheek becomes more apparent. You find Hyunjun just staring at you with a dazed expression on his face, and you raise an eyebrow in amusement over how drunk he is. 

“5!” 

“4!” Hyunjun bites the inside of his cheek once his peripheral vision turns blurry as his focus on you heightens. He slowly leans forward so that your faces are close to one another, and you hear your heartbeat crazily against your chest even with all the ruckus going on around you.

“3!”

“Hyunjun? Are you okay?” You ask, but your voice is barely above a whisper as you somehow lost all control over your vocal chords. He stays quiet, as he continues to stare into your bright eyes as if they hold all the stars in the sky. To him, they do.

“2!” 

“Hyunjunie?”

“1!” 

“Can I kiss you, yn?” Hyunjun asks in a soft voice, and your eyes widen at the question. 

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Kevin, Juyeon, Changmin, and Sunwoo cheer as they start blowing into the noise makers. You and Hyunjun continue to stare into each other's eyes in silence, with you gauging the question he just asked, and Hyunjun wondering why his vision is beginning to spin. 

“What did you say-” You’re cut off when Hyunjun collapses onto you, making you topple backwards onto the floor. Kevin’s eyes widen at the sight of a passed out Hyunjun laying on top of you, knowing that the latter is going to eat his own ass when the memory comes back in the morning. 

While you, you’re left with a warm face and hundreds of questions swarming around your brain as to whether or not you heard him correctly. 

“Ugh.” Hyunjun mutters, raising his hands up to his face once the raging migraine hits him. He rolls over in the bed, tightly squeezing his eyes shut as if it’ll make the pain stop. “Why’d I drink so much?” 

“Cause you’re stupid.” He groans at the sound of Kevin’s voice, choosing to not snap back as he just doesn’t have the energy at the moment. He listens to Kevin’s footsteps shuffle along his floor, before hearing the sound of plastic rest on his bedside table. 

“That’s acetaminophen and water. There’s also a piece of toast for you to eat as you shouldn’t take medicine on an empty stomach.” Hyunjun peeks through his hands to see Kevin standing beside him, and he raises an eyebrow at the man. “You know I don’t care about that.” 

Kevin nods his head, running a hand through his hair as he gives Hyunjun a small grin. “Yeah, but yn’s orders.” 

Hyunjun squints at his friend, before his eyes widen once he remembers his original plan from the night before. He immediately sits up in bed, only to regret it when the pounding in his head becomes a lot stronger. Kevin hands Hyunjun the toast, and the hungover man quietly chews on it with his eyes closed as he tries to remember what happened the night before. 

“Did I kiss yn?” Hyunjun asks Kevin after he finishes the toast, reaching over to take the pills and water. Kevin purses his lips, before shaking his head ‘no’. Hyunjun bites the inside of his cheek, wondering what he could’ve done as he throws back the pills and swallows it down with a large gulp of water. 

“Are they still here?” Hyunjun asks, running a hand through his black hair as he takes a glance towards his bedroom door. He only hears the sounds of Sunwoo and Changmin playing games in his living room, but nothing from you. “Nah, they left after preparing breakfast for us.” 

“Did I… try to kiss yn?” Kevin only stares at Hyunjun, before shrugging his shoulders and turning to walk out of the bedroom. Hyunjun frowns at his friend, “Kevin!” 

“Why don’t you ask them yourself?” Kevin suggests with a wink, before stepping out of Hyunjun’s room, closing the door behind him. Leaving the black haired beauty sitting there, alone with his thoughts. 

“Nah, I wouldn’t have kissed yn. I care too much about our friendship, that’s why I decided not to go through with the plan after we ate dinner.” Hyunjun mutters, tilting his head as he still tries to remember what happened the night before. He reaches over and grabs his phone, only to immediately hiss at how bright his screen is. “Why did I think it was a good idea to have my lockscreen be so bright?”

hyunjunie: where are you?

you: i wanted to go to the seoul christmas festival >:D

hyunjunie: it’s not dark enough for you to see the lights yet 

you: bleh bleh, it’s the last day

hyunjunie: wait until 6, i’ll come take you

you: mmm, okay

are you sure you’re not too hungover for that?

hyunjunie: nah, i had toast before my medicine today. 

i’m 100% cured

you: okay king

hyunjunie: i’ll see you later yn

you: mmhmm

Hyunjun let’s out a smile after your guys exchange, placing his phone beside him as he lays back down, staring up at the ceiling. He sighs, the thought of what he could’ve done the night before still lingering in his head. 

“Why did you wait until January 1st to go to this event?” Hyunjun asks as the two of you walk around, just to watch you excitedly walk up to the bright lights without a response. He tilts his head in amusement, only for his heart to go crazy within his chest when you turn around to look at him with a big smile on your face. 

“Come here! Let’s take a photo!” You say happily, eyes sparkling underneath the beautiful Christmas lights. Biting the inside of his cheek, he walks up to you and stands close beside you as you take numerous selfies of you both. 

“Do you guys want me to take a photo for you?” You glance up at the voice, seeing a mom and her child smiling at the two of you. You look at Hyunjun to see his reaction, only to find him already nodding his head and handing her his phone. 

“Can I kiss you, yn?” You stare at him as the memory pops back into your mind, and he looks back down at you.

“You gonna smile at the camera or just oggle me?” Hyunjun teases, making you look away with a scoff. He giggles at your reaction, but it’s a sound of relief as he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of your intense gaze. 

“I’ll take a lot of photos!” She tells the two of you, and you give her a thumbs up. You tentatively wrap your arms around Hyunjun’s arm, before smiling brightly at the camera. He stiffens slightly in your hold, but tries not to let it show as he rests his head over your own, smiling into the camera as well. 

“What other pose should we do?” You ask Hyunjun as the two of you pull away, and he glances down at you, shrugging his shoulders. “Anything you want.” 

Pursing your lips, you think to yourself for a moment. An image pops up into your mind, causing you to grin evilly as you suggest, “What about one where you’re bowing down to me?” 

“Are you crazy?” 

You let out a bright laugh at Hyunjun’s immediate answer, and he finds himself automatically smiling back down at you just from the sight itself. He reaches out and fondly pats your head without a second thought, making warmth rush up to your face at the touch. 

It’s something Hyunjun’s always done, but the memory of last night is still fresh in your mind. Making you wonder whether all these things he’s done for you have been platonic, or romantic. 

His eyes search yours as your laughter dies down, finding you to be deep in thought as the two of you stare at each other. His hand rests on your shoulder, and he doesn’t feel the urge to pull away. 

What have I done in my past life to deserve such a beautiful sight like this? Hyunjun thinks to himself as he looks into your sparkling eyes, feeling nothing but warmth as he does so.

“I think the photos are cute! I hope you guys like them.” The mom says, causing the two of you to break out of your trance. She gives the both of you a grin, “I think you guys are a cute couple.” 

You immediately sputter, about to deny it in fear of making Hyunjun uncomfortable, only to freeze when you hear him say, 

“Thank you.” 

You turn your head to glance at him as he waves bye to the mom and her child, before he opens up his phone and scrolls through the numerous photos she took of you and him. He giggles at a few photos, a soft smile on his face as he does so. 

“They turned out cute, I’ll make sure to airdrop them to you later.” Hyunjun tells you, and you nod your head without another thought. He gives you a close lipped smile, before gesturing over towards the other christmas lights. 

“Let’s keep going so that we can get food, it’s cold.” He begins to walk forward, only to pause when he realizes you’re not beside him. Hyunjun turns back to glance at you, finding you still standing in the same spot. He tilts his head to the side, “Are you coming-”

“Did you really mean it when you asked if you could kiss me last night, Hyunjun?” You ask, and Hyunjun feels his blood run cold at the question. The memory of last night that he couldn’t remember suddenly floods into his brain all at once, and he internally panics at the fact that he actually tried to make a move. 

“Did you?” You ask again, tightly squeezing your fist at your side as you await his answer. Hyunjun bites the inside of his cheek, realizing that it’s all or nothing as he answers, 

“And what if I did?” 

The two of you stare at each other in silence for a moment, the bright christmas lights hanging around you both. His eyes search your face, still finding you to be the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Ever since that warm summer day, it’s always been you. 

You take note of Hyunjun’s gorgeous features, having always known how attractive he was from the moment the two of you met. However, as you both grew closer as friends, as well as your feelings, you knew you had to push it down. Kevin’s the only one who knew of your feelings after a drunken occurrence where you cried on his lap, but the next day you told your best friend to ignore everything you said the night before. You didn’t want any false hope, as there’s always only two possibilities of catching feelings for your best friend. 

Friendship ends as the other doesn’t feel the same.

Friendship turns into relationship but this only happens in fanfiction.

You didn’t stand a chance for Hyunjun, but as you stare into his eyes right now on this cold, winter night, you realize you were wrong. The warmth to his gaze has always only been for you, and you were the biggest chance Hyunjun’s ever wanted to take. And so, you finally say, 

“I wouldn’t mind.” 

Hyunjun stares at you, and you gauge his reaction to your answer. He takes a few steps forward until there’s only a few inches left between your faces. “Please tell me you’re not kidding, yn.” 

You let out a soft smile, the sound of your heartbeat in your ears as you stare up at your best friend’s face. “Why would I joke about this?” 

Hyunjun’s hands slowly trail up until they’re cupping your face. His thumb draws circles on your cheek, and he breathes out nervously, glancing back up into your eyes to double check. You nod your head, and Hyunjun bites the inside of his cheek, before finally leaning in and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Heat floods your features as your hands reach up and grip at his shirt, the brisk night air being a stark contrast to the love and warmth you feel from Hyunjun alone. 

Hyunjun feels dizzy, his heart bursting within his chest after the moment he’s only dreamed of for the last six months is now happening right at this moment. Your lips taste sweet, similar to that of strawberries, and he decides that your strawberry flavored chapstick is truly godsend. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours after a moment, warmth flooding his features as he stares into your eyes.

“I love you.” Hyunjun confesses, and he watches as the brightest smile he’s ever seen forms on your face. You reach up and cup his face with your own hands as well, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, before pulling away to say,

“I love you too, Hyunjun.” 

The two of you let out giggles after a moment, before Hyunjun pulls you into his chest, holding you tightly as he realizes that you’re finally his. He closes his eyes, smiling to himself at the overwhelming feeling of love flooding his chest. 

To Hyunjun, love was warm. They had sparkles in their eyes, and had the brightest smile he’s ever seen. 

To Hyunjun, love was you.

Love was you.

[deputyjuyeon]

【09:21】 ❃ Hur Hyunjun

Today wasn't a bright and sunny day, it was rather rainy and gloomy. It felt extra cold. Even with the car ac turned off, you were still shivering.

The trip to the airport was silent. All you could hear was the sound of rain tapping on the car windows.

Looking at your boyfriend in the driver's seat, your tears couldn't contain themselves as they start streaming down your flushed cheeks. You don't want him to notice so you face away and try your best to stifle your cry.

"That's my cue." Hyunjun stood up, boarding pass in hand.

You nod, never looking up, afraid that the tears would start to flow again.

"Can I at least get a hug?"

Without a second thought, you leaped into his arms for the last time. You didn't care if you cried, not this time. At least you won't ever regret it.

"Stay like this forever Y/n, I really can't put into words how amazing you are as a person, don't ever change who you are. Thank you for all the times you've been there for me. I know you'll do well without me. I love you Y/n, I always do."

Hyunjun tried his best to put on a smile, turned his back, and walked away. His hidden tears emerging slowly at every step he took away from you.

The sky wouldn't stop crying after that day, guess it thought you needed a friend.

Maybe it was their fate, maybe they weren't destined for each other.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[timextoxhajima]

12 Days Of Christmas: The Treehouse

Part of a collaboration project under 12 Days Of Christmas hosted by yours truly.

Member: Hyunjun

Genre: angst, fluff, childhood friends 

Word Count: 1.6k

The Christmas playlist was playing in the background, allowing the wooden planks of the room you were sleeping in to absorb all its soundwaves. Had it not been the heater offering both residents of the room, you would’ve frozen stiff. 

Then again, things might turn out different, because your ear was pressed into Hyunjun’s hoodie and his arm was wrapped around your shoulders. There was a soft snore emitting from his nose, though not loud enough to call it an actual snore, but loud enough for you to hear the thrumming vibrations through his chest. 

I’m just counting down the days before I lose you to your Mrs. Right, aren’t I? Isn’t ironic that I was the one who’s seen you grow up from when you were shorter than me... all the way till now? 

Ten years had worn through the both of you in just a blink of an eye, from running through the playgrounds your parents brought you to, to skiing up in the mountains when they brought your families for holiday. The friendship had started off completely platonic, to the point where Hyunjun’s first watch of porn was with you, and not with his male friends.

You cannot help the smile that emerges on your lips when Hyunjun screamed at the screen, and you were the one who had to grab the phone to turn it off.

But I bet you watch it now on a daily basis, don’t you? When did we cross the line where these things couldn’t be shared between friends of the opposite gender? 

Hyunjun shuffles in his sleep, finally removing his arm from under your neck but instead wrapping his other arm around your waist, treating you like a bolster. His nose was now just inches away from your eyes, the peace in his face too alluring to ignore.

Normally, the two of you would be against cuddling and sleeping together because on the surface, you were just friends and romantic feelings were never involved, no. But earlier today, when Hyunjun seemed particularly down after school with his Airpods shoved so far into his ear canals he couldn’t hear you, you knew there was something wrong.

You had him in a headlock before he struggles a little bit, though you know he could’ve overpowered you. When you release him, you had expected him to retaliate by ruffling your hair or kicking snow onto your boots, so it worries you when he doesn’t. 

What was so wrong that you couldn’t tell me what happened? I recognise that look in your eyes -- you always have them on when you are faced with a problem you cannot solve. Be it a Math question or whether you should get a black or brown coat. 

Hyunjun remains quiet through the whole walk back to your neighbourhood, only every now and then offering you a piece of gummy from the pack he had in his hands. Then, when he turns down the road that leads to the treehouse you had built with him before high school, it’s nothing but a confirmation to what was going on in his head. 

Or at least, the fact that there was something bothering him.

You pester and nearly pick a fight with him once you reach the treehouse, for he does nothing but hurl his bag in a corner and plop down into the nearest beanbag, sulking for days with his Airpods still in his ears. 

It became increasingly frustrating when he refused to speak, so your final method to crack him open was to play pretend-angry. He never liked it when you were angry, especially if it was directed at him. But when Hyunjun ignores you ignoring him, you cannot help the defeated sigh that runs out of your mouth. 

Is there something wrong between us? Had I done something wrong that made you rethink our decade worth of a friendship? Or... did you find someone else, that you are afraid to tell me about? If there is someone else in the picture, I hope you never find it difficult to tell me. 

Time. That’s what he needs. 

Hyunjun continues his boring habit of scrolling through Instagram while you flip through the books that he had brought over from his home, knowing that you’d read it. The scene remains quiet and still for a certain period of time, then you feel the wooden board under your rear sink with some weight.

Turning around, you saw that Hyunjun had gotten to his feet to remove his socks and put on a pair of clean ones the treehouse had. The uniform blazer comes off and he lays it over his bag in the corner of the space. He hasn’t said a single word since you caught up with him after school, igniting nothing but wild thoughts through your head that just won’t shut up.

“Hyunjun,” You finally say. “Are you alrigh--”

“Don’t say anything, please,” His voice is quiet and slightly raspy with the cold weather. Hyunjun’s hair is slightly tousled when he picks up the blanket and lies down in the mattress laid in the middle of the space, head falling into the soft pillow that had a mixture of your hair scents. 

“If you have any problems, you know you can tell me, don’t you?”

A pause. It feels like a year. 

“I don’t know if you can help me with this one, y/n.”

Nothing feels worse besides not being able to be there for someone... even when you are physically there with that person. 

“Right now, I don’t need a solution. But you’re welcomed to join me in a nap if you like.”

A moment of hesitation on your part. You get to your feet as you close the book, carefully climbing into the mattress with him and feeling his warmth radiate onto yours, despite having at least six layers of clothing between your bodies. 

He’s never invited you to a nap per se, it’s always been some stupid wrestling match until one of you gives up and then it became a routine that you’d fall asleep on the same bed. There would be pillows in between the two of you, because that’s the norm. 

Not this. Not the way you shoved your arm under my neck and had my shoulders in your hold. Not the way you are holding my waist like you were hugging a bolster. 

The thoughts finally swarm their way to the surface, and you find yourself speaking your thoughts after the longest time.

“Just what is so wrong that you think I cannot help you with?”

His skin feels like milk when you brush his hair out of his eyes. However, your movements are stopped when his hand that was previously on your waist reaches up to hold your wrist mid-air. 

“Did I wake you?” The whisper comes out much softer than you thought, and given that his eyes were still closed, it concerns you that he might not have heard it.

“No,” Then his cat-shaped eyes open and stare right into yours. The gaze feels strange, but you choose not to overthink. That is arguably the worst thing you can do now.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then it’s fine.” 

No, it’s not fine. 

“I just don’t want you to keep any secrets from me, that’s all,” Hyunjun releases your wrist, both your hands coming together under your ear. You are looking up into his eyes that were now both wide open, filled with all the stress in the world, and it was unusual in itself. Usually, he’d be the one to help you destress.

“It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it... I just--” You can tell he’s holding himself back from saying something that could potentially ruin your friendship. He’s in love.

“You’re in love, aren’t you?”

Hyunjun eyes dart away for a split second, then returns to you. 

“I don’t know--”

“Like, in love love.”

“What does ‘in love love’ even mean?”

“Well, like you’d want to marry her and like-- have kids with her or something.”

Hyunjun studies your facial expressions for a few moments, face void of any expression. It makes him hard to read, but your vulnerable stupidity has already exposed your own feelings to him. 

Then he has this little smile on his lips, the kind that you didn’t know you missed it until you saw it. 

“And may I know just who do you think I’m ‘in love love’ with?”

“Why in the world would you think I know who you are ‘in love love’ with? Does it look like I can read your mind? If I could, I wouldn’t have spent so much time dealing with your silent treatment and letting you ignore me like I’m a damn ghost--”

All of a sudden, it tastes like sugar and gummy bears. Hyunjun’s eyes are fluttered shut but yours are wide open. 

What?? Is??? Happening??

He pulls away for just a mere inch, eyes opening to greet your confused ones. The chuckle that rings through the air suddenly sounds like bells agains the Christmas music in the background. 

“Do me a favour and close your eyes would you? You’re the one I’m ‘in love love’ with, no need to be so stressed about it.”

[127-mile]

Summer time.

Pairing: Heo Hyunjoon x gender neutral reader.

Genre: Established relationship, break up | Angst, fluff if you squint.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption.

Plot: Summer time has returned, but I’m alone.

You love Hyunjoon, of course you do, more than anything, but love is not always enough.

Word count: +6.8k.

A/N: This is part of the Time Capsule collab hosted by @atbzkingdom​, thank you lovely | Title from The Boyz.

"We are invited to Ten's wedding."

Hyunjoon places a card on the coffee table, and you can hardly take your eyes off of the screen of your laptop. "Oh yeah?" you know you should be a little more excited, because Ten is your best friend, and former roommate, but you can't bring yourself to be. You look at the card which is white, with a lace cut into the paper, giving it a 3D look. "Yeah, it's in Paris."

Paris? You shrug weakly, you are not surprised. Ten always had a taste for luxury, and the financial means, so it was obvious he would do it in a country like France. "When is it?" you ask, and the young man sighs. "Can't you take the invitation, and read it yourself? It's not that difficult." he mumbles before leaving the living room, not without muttering something you can't quite understand between his teeth.

You put your laptop in the armrest of the couch, and you lean in to take the invitation. The writing is delicate, and pretty, and you know it was not Ten who wrote it, but his future spouse. The wedding is in three weeks away, and you nod even though no one is present to see it. Summer vacation starts in two weeks, which would give you time to get there, and even to enjoy the famous city of love for the first time in your life.

But the question is: will Hyunjoon go with you? You know that visiting Paris in on his list of things to do before dying, but for some time now, you have wondered if he still thinks of you when he imagines the adventures he always dreamed of, the details of which are written down in a small notepad on the bedside table from the bed you have stopped sharing for several weeks now. Or months? You do not know, you honestly lost track of time because of work.

With a groan, you get up from the couch you collapsed onto at around 10 am, and walk over to the bedroom where Hyunjoon is to study. When you push the door open, you see him sitting on the bed, his computer resting on his lap, and a couple of books are scattered around him. He has headphones tucked into his ears, thus why he has not noticed you yet. You sit on the edge of the bed, and when his gaze lands on you, he removes on earbud. "Do you need something?" he asks.

"You want to go there?" he tilts his head, frowning. "The wedding, I mean." you add, and he shrugs as he pauses his music, at least, you know you now have his undivided attention. "I don't know. Ten is your friend after all, not mine, it might be weird to go together." this simple sentence is enough to make you feel sick. He talks about you like he would talk about an ex, or a friend, and not his current partner. "He invited us, as a couple, and we are still a couple, right?"

Hyunjoon stays silent, and you feel a weight fall on your stomach. "I see." you come out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you, why bother trying to make a difference in a relationship, when the relationship is obviously over. It is a waste of time, you know it, but you do not know what else to do. You love Hyunjoon, of course you love him, he is your first love, and you were naive enough to think he would also be your last, but if he does not want the same, you can't force him.

You are ready to let him go, if that's what he wants, because his happiness, and his well-being, are the most important things for you. But for that, he will have to tell you. He will have to talk to you, and to be sincere for once, because you can't read his mind, and you can't stay like that any longer.

You return to the living room, when you realize that he will not come out of the bedroom to catch up with you, he may have already put his headphones back on to continue working. You sit on the couch, and for a minute or two, you sit still, your eyes on the black screen of the television. What brings you out of your trance, is the vibration of your phone on the coffee table, and when you lean in to pick it up, you see Ten's photo appear on the screen.

"Hello?" you answer, and you are immediately met with Ten's giggle, he is probably not alone. "Oh! Y/n, hello, how are you? Taeyong just called me to tell me he received the wedding invitation, did you get it?" he asks, and you hear the excitement in his voice, so much that you can't help but smile, despite the constant sadness that has settled in your head. "Yes, I received it today, it's very nice, and I'm pretty sure you did not make it."

Even though you do not see him, you know Ten has rolled his eyes, and he is probably pouting. "Why are you saying that? I'm an artist, I could very well have done it!" he mumble, and you laugh softly as you lay back down on the sofa. "Precisely, you are an artist, if you had done it, you would have added a bunch of bright colors everywhere. And you would've made it obvious with your signature somewhere." he hums, and you understand that you were right. "Paris? I thought you would have the ceremony in Thailand, on the beach."

"That's what I wanted to do, but it's summer, so it's going to be super hot, and to be honest with you, I did not want to have to listen to the boys complaining about the heat all day long, hence the decision to choose Paris." it is the best decision he's made, because the boys are definitely going to complain, and they will keep going if they see how much it annoys him. They live to annoy Ten, and so do you. "The city of love, uh."

"Everyone dreams of getting married in Paris." Ten says, and you agree. You never thought about your wedding, but you think that Paris could be a beautiful place to tie the knot. "That's really nice to talk to you, you know, I missed you and all, but you have not told me yet if you are coming or not!"

You nibble on your lower lip, and turn your head when you hear the wooden floor creak under Hyunjoon's weight. "Who is it?" he asks in a whisper, pointing at the phone." Ten." you articulate so as not to attract the attention of the boy on the other side of the phone. He nods, and he sits on the armchair next to you. "Give me the phone." Hyunjoon says, and you obey, frowning.

"Hi, Ten!" he says, and you are really wondering what he is going to say to him, because the two men are not the type to talk to each other on the phone very often except when it concerns you. "Yeah, it's Hyunjoon. I just wanted to let you know that we'll be there. About the place, the hotel, and everything, how do we do?" you sit up on the couch, and even though you know he is going it just to please you, not because he actually wants to go, your heart starts to beat a little faster. "Okay, see you at the wedding, take care." and he hangs up.

"He'll call you later, he's got things to do." he explains, giving you the phone back. "He takes care of the plane tickets, and the hotel rooms, so we don't have to do anything except check that out passports are still valid." and with these words, he goes back to lock himself in the bedroom.

"Can you stop fidgeting?"

Hyunjoon shakes his head with a sigh. "I am bored." he mumbles, and you can't help but sigh too. "It's only been an hour since we took off, and you are bored already? Wait until you hear how many hours are left before we get to Paris." you answer without removing your eyes from your book. You knew even before getting on the plane that it was going to be a very long trip. Hyunjoon does not like to sit around and do nothing.

"But I'm bored, like really, really bored." he says in a whiny voice, and you roll your eyes as you close your book to turn your head. "You can watch a movie, listen to music, or sleep, because you are going to need it with the time difference." he frowns, he seems to be thinking about the options available for him, but with the way he pouts, you realize that nothing appeals to him. "Do you want my book?" you ask as a last resort, but he shakes his head. "Well, there is nothing more I can do for you. Suck it up buttercup."

You know it is a bad idea when you start reading your book again. But for the next twenty minutes, you are surprised to see that Hyunjoon has stopped moving, and that he seems interested in the movie he has chosen on the screen. You smile weakly, but of course, you decided to celebrate too quickly, since the moment you resume reading, you hear him sigh as he removes his headphones. "What?" you snap. "I am bored."

Of course he is.

"Ask a flight attendant for alcohol, get your ass drunk, and sleep until the end of the flight." you groans. When he raises his hand to the button to call a flight intendant, you hit his hand with a frown. A few eyes turn to you when Hyunjoon gasps loudly. "It was a joke, you idiot. It takes two to three days for you to recover from drinking too much, and there is no way I'm carrying your ass off the plane and through the aiport."

"Watch the movie with me then." he says in a low voice, and you heave a sigh. You want to finish this stupid book, but with Hyunjoon, it might be a tad complicated. "Okay, but you better not pause it every two minutes to complain." when he nods with a bright smile, you take the second earbud and you lean on the side to see the screen better and the movie he has chosen. "Midnight in Paris, for real?" you ask, and he shrugs.

He keeps his promise, because until the end of the movie, he does not pause. He does not move, and he does not even speak. In a way, it is nice, but in the other, the movie was so bad that you would have liked to hear him complaining for over an hour. "It was terrible, what the hell." you whisper, as you take off the earbud when the end credits roll on the screen, and when you turn your head, you notice that Hyunjoon is asleep. No wonder he behaved so well.

You remove the earbud from his ear, and you even go as far as to cover him with the blanket that was dropped for you by a flight attendant earlier. You turn off the screen, and finally, you take your book, but when you start reading, the words get mixed up on the page, and it takes more than four tries to figure out what you are reading. Sigh that it is timr for you to sleep.

Nothing better than a bad movie to sleep peacefully for a few hours.

When you open your eyes, it is not because you are not tired, but because Hyunjoon keeps elbowing you in the ribs. You flutter your eyelids, clearing your dry throat. "What do you want?"

"We're almost there."

You rub the sleep out of your eyes with the palms of your hands, and you fasten your belt when the annoucement is made, while yawning. "Are you not bored anymore?" you ask, turning your head towards the young man who does not pay you the slightest attention. His gaze is fixed on the sight offered to everyone through the window, and this time, only his legs are moving, but not because of boredom, but because of the excitement of being in Paris.

"It's going to be so awesome." he says, in a voice a little too loud for the travels around you, but you do not care about them, all that matters is to see him smile for the first time in over a week. "Yes, we are going to have a good time."

At least, you hope so.

After getting off the plane, and picking up your suitcase, the wedding guests find themselves in the airport elbowing their way to the door where Ten is already waiting. They arrived a few days ago to prepare everything for the ceremony. "You are there, finally!" Ten exclaims and he leaps into your arms for a bone-crushing embrace.

You pat his back and when he takes a step back to look at all of his friends who made the trip for his wedding, you wonder if he is going to cry, but he shakes his head. "Well, there are a few cars waiting, which will drive all of us to the hotel. You have the day to rest, or to visit, and the rehearsal dinner will be tonight at 8pm."

"Doesn't the rehearsal dinner have to be the day before the wedding, rather than two days before?" Hyunjoon asks, tilting his head to the side, and Ten shrugs. "I told myself that it would allow everyone to enjoy Paris tomorrow, or to recover from the jet lag as well before the actual wedding." the young man nods, but you see his smirk, he is more excited to have some free time to visit Paris, than for Ten's wedding, and you understand, he is only here to make you happy after all.

"See you guys at the hotel!" Ten says as he gets into a car with Johnny and Taeyong. Hyunjoon opens the back door of the car while the driver takes care of putting the suitcases in the trunk, and he nods to you. "After you." you thank him, and climb into the car before putting on your seat belt. Hyunjoon imitates you, and the driver gets behind the steering wheel. "Can we go?" he asks in a strong French accent and you both nod.

After about ten minutes on the road, when the car is stuck in the traffic, you turn your head towards Hyunjoon. "Do you know what you want to so, or see today?" you know he has a list of places he wants to go to, but you do not know if he's taken it with him. Will he enjoy the city, and come back later to visit? Or not lose the opportunity to visit as much as he can in the limited time you have here? "I thought about the Champs Élysées, I need to find myself a shirt for the wedding." he says, and you nod. "Or maybe you would like to do something else? Maybe visit a museum, or something?"

You frown as you put your hands on your thighs. "Do you want me to come with you?" for the first time since you got into the car, the turns to you, he looks slightly offended for some reason. "Yeah? We came here together, why would I go somewhere without you?" that's a good question, maybe because you do not know which foot to dance on when it comes to him, to your relationship.

"For a lot of reasons, actually," you start, and he frowns. "we have not done anything together for so long. We don't act like a couple anymore, you did not even answered when I asked you if we were still a couple last time around. You are here to make me happy, not because you actually want to be, so I thought you would rather spend time on your own."

"What are you talking about?" Hyunjoon asks, and you just sigh. "You know very well what I'm talking about. You didn't want to come here at first, and now you are here, so it's for you and definitely not for us." you mumble, and he shrugs. And as you expected, he remains silent until the car pulls up in front of the hotel. A very nice hotel.

You get out of the car, and you thank the driver who gives you your suitcase. You walk into the hotel, and for a moment, you forget how to breath at the beauty of the place. The decorations are all lined with what you think is pure gold, and frankly, you knew Ten would go all out, but not that much. "Do you like it?" you jump when Ten whispers, a little too close to your ear, but you still nod; "Yeah, you had to pay a lot to get us rooms here."

He shrugs. "Nothing is too good for my best friends." of course. He hands you a room key. "You are on the fourth floor, room 405." you take the card, and you thank him with a little kiss on the cheek. Kiss that makes him smile, before growling and rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand. "Little shirt." you whisper and you walk to the elevator. Hyunjoon follows you without a word, and luckily, you are not alone, or the mood would have been extremely weird, and tense.

When the door opens, the guests go their separate ways, promising to meet again later for the rehearsal dinner. You push open the door and as you expected, the room is beautiful. The bed in the middle of the room looks huge, and the bathroom which is barely hidden by glass walls is also amazing. "Wow. Your friend is like, really rich." Hyunjoon says, but you do not answer, you put your suitcase in a corner of the room, and you open the door leading to the balcony.

"Oh. My.God." you gasp when you see the view. You have an incredible view of the effeil tower. "Yes, he sure is."

"Are you coming with me or not?" the young man asks, his shoulder pressed against the doorframe, and you turn to him with a shrug. You know it will not change your relationship, that you need to talk more than spending time together ignoring the weird tension between ou, and yet. "Yes, I'm coming, if you don't mind." in response, he shakes his head. "Let's go then."

You would have liked to take a shower before leaving, to get rid of the hours you have just spent on the plane, but you are afraid that he'll change his mind before you leave the bathroom, so you take your bag, and you follow him out of the room, and also out of the hotel. You tale out your phone to send a message to Ten, just to warn him that you will not be there his afternoon, but that you will definitely be back on time for dinner.

From Eleven: you better be on time, or I swear to god, I'm beating your ass as soon as you come back.

Yeah, you better not be late.

The next few minutes are spent in a cab, Hyunjoon admiring the view behind the window, and you nervously play with your fingers, unable to think of anything other than your relationship. And that is not good. You should put all that aisde , and enjoy these few days in Paris, but it's difficult with Hyunjoon who pretends to not know what you are talking about when you mention your couple who is not really one anymore. You know you should wait until you get home to think about it, or talk about it, but here you are, overthinking.

When you are about to open your mouth, the taxi stops and announces the price of this short trip. Which is extremely fucking expensive, and for a second, you hate Ten, but Hyunjoon takes care of paying. You both get out of the car, and you are hardly surprise to see so many people on both sides of the Champs Élycées, this is one of the most popular places in Paris, for tourists, and maybe also wealthy parisians. "Tell me if you want to stop somewhere." he says, and you nod. "Yeah, don't worry."

You are not looking to buy anything, but you needed to spend some time together despite everything, hence your presence. When you keep walking, and Hyunjoon stops, you are quickly pulled against him when he grabs your hand. Hand that you did not realize you were holding before that. "Come on, I want to go in there." you nod, looking at the store sign. "Are you sure you can afford anything here?"

"Definitely not, I'm going to regret everything for the next two years." he says, and you roll yoru eyes, unable to stop smiling. "You know what you could do? Send Ten an invoice after the wedding, ask him to pay you the shirt back, because after all, it is because of his that you are going to spend so much money here." Hyunjoon smiles, and you look away to avoid being blinded by his beauty. "You are right, that's what I'll do."

You follow him through the store, a bit lost in such a large, luxurious store, but he seems perfectly in his element. When he finds a pristine white shirt, he heads for the changing rooms, but stops in front of a pair of shoes. "Do you think he'll pay me back for a pair of shoes too?" he asks, smirking. You shake your head. "I do not believe he'll do it." you chuckle, putting a hand on his back to push him towards the cabins. "Go on, hurry because they decide to kick us both out."

You wait in front of the cabin, arms crossed against your chest. "Does it fit you?" you ask, and you are met by nothing but silence. You open your eyes wide when your hear the thud of something falling. Or rather the thud of someone who bumped a limb against the wall of the cabin. "Hyunjoon, are you okay?" you ask. "It fucking hurts!" he pushes the curtain open, and when you see him rubbing his head, where he bumped into the wall, you burst into a fit of giggle.

You place a hand over your mouth so as not to attract the attention of the vendors, and you shake your head. "I'm sorry." when you are finally calm enough, you look at Hyunjoon who is pouting. "How did you manage to hit your head while trying on a shirt?" he plays with the hem of the shirt, and you expect all kind of answers. "I was trying to take a picture in the mirror, and I didn't see how close I was to the wall." yeah, that's not what you were expecting.

"You are an idiot, do you know that?" you ask, and of course, he nods. "Okay, but does the shirt look good?" he wonders in a small voice, and you take a step back. Of course the shirt fits him. Everything suits him. He could wear a trash bag and he would find a way to make it look good and high end. "It looks great on you, you should take it." when he turns on his heels to return to the cabin, you take the opportunity to take a look at the label and your gasp loudly when you see the price. All this for a simple piece of white fabric. It hurts, even though you are not the one paying for it. It's half of your rent.

When he pays for the shirt, and you both exit the store, a strangled noise escapes his lips, and you turn to him immediately. You expect him to have hurt himself again, or to even have a concussion because of the bump on his head, but no, he is looking at the receipt. "It hurts eh." you say, and he nods with vigor. "Do you think it's too late to go and return it?" you roll your eyes as your take his hand in yours, intertwinning your fingers to resume before walking before he returns inside the store. "You will regret it if you return the shirt."

"Do you want to go have a coffee? My treat, don't worry."

It is for this reason that you both find yourselves in a small café that you found a little further away. You are sitting in the back of the shop, and you are lulled by the warmth and the strong smell of coffee. It is really pleasante. "I don't want to spoil the moment Hyunjoon, but we need to talk." you behin, and he looks up from his cup of coffee, nodding. "You are right, it is about time we do."

Before he starts talking, you put you hand up to silence him immediately. If you do not speak now, if you do not tell him what's on your heart, you never will. "I think we should break up."

"Break up? You want to break up with me?"

At least Hyunjoon had the decency to wait until the door to the hotel room was closed before he started yelling. You sit on the edge of the bed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Yes, that's what I said." he walks to the bed, and he stands in front of you, his hands burried in the pockets of his pants, you know his hands are shaking, and he refuses you to see it. "But why?"

"Is that a serious question?" you scoff, shaking your head. "Hyunjoon, we have not slept in the same bed in weeks, we barely speak to each other, and when we do talk, you are there physically but that's it. I tries to wait, to push back the inevitable, thinking that things were going to change, but nothing is different. You proved it to me when you did not anwer my question, when you did not answer when I asked if we were still a couple. We can't go on like this forever."

"Nothing you can say or do will change the situation, Hyunjoon. I know that we spent part of our teenage years and our young adulthood together, and returning to a routine without each other will be difficult, buty ou can't pretend everything is fine to avoid it, it hurts too much." you explain with a sigh, and Hyunjoon sits on the other side of the bed, his back to you. "But I love you." the young man's voice is so low that you wonder if you have not just imagined it, but no, he said it. "I love you, Y/n."

"Love is not always enough, you know." you say, closing your eyes, letting your back fall onto the soft mattress. "Can't we try to do something? Make things better?" he asks and you shrug even though he can't see you. "It won't do any good. Even though we still love each other, our relationship is over. Staying together, trying to salvage what can't be fixed will only ruin the love that remains between us, don't you think?"

"If we are truly made for each other, we'll find each other again, not matter if it's in a few months, or in five years. But for now, for the sake of our well-being, we have to put an end to this shit show." yes, because your relationship is nothing but a shit show. It is not even a relationship that roommates would have, you live with each other, and that's it. Sometimes, you share a meal when it's a good day. "Maybe you are right." he finally breathes out. When he says these words, you feel a weight lifts off your shoulders, and for a second, you feel guilty. You spent weeks feeling uneasy about the situation, even earlier in the cab you asked yourself question, so shouldn't you be sad about breaking up with your first love? In any case, you should definitely not feel relieved.

But the situation is so bad, there is no other solution.

"How's it going to be, then?" he asks, lying down next to you. And if usually you would have turned to rest your head on his chest, you do not. You put your hands on your stomach, exhaling at lenght. "We are not going to tell Ten anything yet, I do not want to ruin the best week of his life. We are going to spend the next few days in Paris, we are going to pretend we are happy, and that everything is fine, and when we get back, I'll move out."

"But this is your apartment." he whispers, and once more, you have nothing to do other than shrug. "I don't care, I'll find something else." you love your apartment, sure, but you know you will not be able to live in a place that holds so many memories that you shared with Hyunjoon. All your first times, both good and back. The photos on the walls. Memories of evenings spent in the living room, laughing and drinking, imagining a future you thought was possible back then. "We both need a new start."

Hyunjoon does not agree, but he stays quiet.

"Ten, I have a question." Johnny suddenly exclaims as all the guests are settling down around the table in the hotel restaurant; "What do you want?" the groom asks with a frown. "What is the point of a rehearsal dinner?" he asks, but before anyone can answer him, he opens his mouth to continue. "Normally there are rehearsal ceremonies, not just a rehearsal dinner."

Ten sighs openly as he sinks into his chair next to his partner. "Johnny, it's a pre-wedding dinner between us, I just think calling it a rehearsal dinner is a lot more fancy." you roll your eyes as you sit down in your chair, in front of Hyunjoon who does not take his eyes off of you. "If you are not happy, there's a McDonald's not too far from here, I'm sure you can find something there while we feast on some great food."

"I have nothing to add your honor, thank you for inviting us here." Johnny says, and of course, he makes all the guests laugh. "You are very welcome John, all the pleasure is mine." Ten responds, in a somewhat snobbish manner.

Around the table, conversations flow naturally, after all, everyone has known each other for more or less time, and you are even surprised to find Hyunjoon in a deep conversation with Doyoung. Besides, you are not the only one who is surprised, since Jacob leans towards you. "Is your boyfriend okay? I think he just talkes to Doyoung more than he has talked to all of us since you started dating him."

"Yeah, that's weird." you mumble, you've never seen him smile at any of your friends except Jacob, your only "shared" friend. If he tires to make an effort, it is too late, he should have thought about it way sooner. "Is everything okay?" Jacob asks in a low voice, he does not want to attract the attention of others around you, because he knows that they are not as discreet as he is. "Hyunjoon and I broke up earlier."

"What? But why?" Jacob asks, and you laugh softly. "You were my role model when it cames to love." he adds, and you raise your eyebrows. "You should take Ten's example instead, he is the one who is getting married, not me." Jacob scrunches up his face, shaking his head, and you know what he is going to say before he opens his mouth. "Never in my life do I take example from Ten, even thought it is something positive, I do not want to give him that pleasure. That would be too much power for his ego."

"But more seriously, what happened?" Jacob asks, resting his hand on yours. "Life. Work. We just stopped behaving like a couple, and it was time to end it." Jacob pouts, even thought ht was not the one who had the break up with his longtime partner in the city of love, but you know he sympathizes in a way. "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, I don't know about him, but I feel relieved. I was a lot of stress and pressure to come home after work, and to know that we were going to ignore each other until it was time to go to bed, each on teir own. It's for the best." Jacob squeezes your hand, and you smile gently at himm. "You know I'm here if you need anything after we get home." you nod. "I might need you to let me use your guest room for a week or two while I find a new apartment. Oh, and help me move my things." you say, and he rolls his eyes. "Hold out your hand, and they'll take the whole damn arm."

You are about to speak but Ten gets up from his chair. "I would like to thank all of you for making the trip to Paris for our wedding. You are truly the best, and I am grateful for each and every one of you. So once again, thank you." Then, it's Ten's partner's turn to thank them, the waiters bring in the food which is, of course, absolutely divine. For a few hours, you forget everything, you think only of Ten and the happiness that excudes from him every time he opens his mouth, or when he smiles.

You would not have missed this day for the world.

When dinner ends, and Ten invites everyone to go back to their room for a good night's sleep, you are a little tipsy. You may have let Jacob convince you to have a little too much wine, but it is nothing too bad. Your thoughts are as clear as ever, you do not need help walking to your room, and most importantly, you do not feel like jumping on Hyunjoon, that would be embarrassing, so little time after officially breaking up.

Locking yourself in the bathroom to take a shower is not an option, since there is no door separating it from the bedroom, but it is not like Hyunjoon is going to witness something that he had never seen before, but out of respect, he goes out to the balcony to enjoy the night time warmth of the city until you come out, in your pajamas. "I'm going to sleep on the couch." he says, closing the door to the balcony, and you shake your head as you lie down. "Don't be silly, we can sleep in the same bed."

Hyunjoon lies down, and for a minute, it is silent. The silence is only broken by the noise of the traffic that never stops in the city of love. "You look like you had a good time with Doyoung." you whisper, and you feel him move, probably to nod his head, or to stretch. "Yes, he is nice." of course he is, he just never wanted to take the time to actually get to know your friends like you did with his. "He is. Thank you for making an effort." that's all you say before turning onto your side and closing your eyes.

You let yourself be lulled to sleep, and if Hyunjoon says anything, you do not remember, you closed your mind to avoid hearing something you would not like.

The next day is pleasant.

Hyunjoon is already gone when you wake up, so you take the opportunity to call the room service for a breakfast on the balcony. The sun warms the bare skin or your arms, and you could sit there for hours. It is so nice, of course, as long as you can block out the noise outside, but it is not that hard.

Then, you get dressed, and you join Ten who texted you to warn you that he was awake, and that he wants to spend some time with you, which is cute, kind of. And finally, you get together, not only the two of you, but with all of your friends, as if you were all here to celebrate the start of summer vacation, and not for a weddin.

For hours, you recall school memories, situations you went through together, good and bad times, and Taeyong even ends up crying, which makes you all laugh, but you do not waste a moment to hive him a warm embrace, to tell him that nothing is going to change, no matter where you are in life, or where you are in the world. You will always be there for each other, he does not have to worry that one of you will escape. You can't. You have too much blackmail materials on each other to allowe one of you to leave the group.

And when you push open the door to the hotel room, your heart light and content, you find Hyunjoon sitting on the floor, folding clothes into his suitcase. "Oh you are back." you say, and he looks up at you, nodding. "What are you doing?" you ask, tilting your head to the side, and he closes the cuitcase before getting back on his feet. He heaves a long sigh and you take a step closer to him.

"There's a plane in three hours. I'm going home." you frown. "You are leaving? Why?" he rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands, and you notice how tired he looks, he probably spent the whole night thinking rather than sleeping, and the jet lag is not helping. "I have no reason to be here anymore. Your friends are not my friends. If I came, it was for you, but we are not together anymore, I think it will be better if I just go home."

Of course, you feel a little pain in your heart when he says these words, but you understand it, at least you think you do. "I see. Are you sure of your decision? You know, you don't have to come to the ceremony tomorrow, you can stay, and visit, like you always wanted to. We'll take the plane back home together in two days." he smiles softly, but he shakes his head. "It's nice, but your friends don't like me very much. I don't want to make it worse by staying in Paris but not coming to the wedding. It is for the best, uh?" it's a rhetorical question, but you still whisper a little "yes".

"I already asked the lady from the front desk to call a car to take me to the airport, but I wanted to tell you before leaving." he takes his jacket, his backpack and he approaches the door, dragging his suitcase behind him. "Are you mad at me for leaving?" he asks, and you shake your head. "Of course not. I can't force you to stay. You have to do what feels best for you, Hyunjoon, you do not have to think about me anymore, it's fine."

He opens the door, and you follow him into the elevator, and out of the hotel. Ten crosses you in the lobby and he frowns when he sees Hyunjoon's suitcase, but you gesture him not to approach, you'll explain everything to him later. Once in front of the hotel, he lets the drive take care of his suitcase, and he turns to you. "I'll see you when you get home, alright?" he says, and you lean in to kiss his cheek. "Be careful, okay? Send me a message when you are on the plane, and when you land." he nods, and he rushes into the car.

You love Hyunjoon, of course you do. You know you will always love him, it does not matter if you find your way back to him one day or not. But right now, in Paris, with your friends, everything is fine.

Time will tell.

[sunwoocloud]

↳ last update: apr 29, 2021

lee sangyeon ✧ ↳ soon

bae jacob / joonyoung ✧ ↳ sunflower (fluff)

kim younghoon ✧ ↳ confession (fluff)

lee hyunjae / jaehyun ✧ ↳ soon

lee juyeon ✧ ↳ fever dream (fluff) ↳ drunk on you (fluff) ↳ isn't this a lovely day? (fluff)

moon kevin / hyungseo ✧ ↳ good together (fluff)

choi chanhee / new ✧ ↳ soon

ji changmin / q ✧ ↳ soon

ju haknyeon ✧ ↳ soon

kim sunwoo ✧ ↳ oxytocin (fluff)

sohn eric / youngjae ✧ ↳ soon

[staytheb]

soloists masterlist

hello! so, this is just for organizational purposes. soloists will be here as in those that no longer are a part of a group. as well as for those that debuted as solo in general if that makes sense. it’s why you’ll see some repeated stories here due to that. this is just for me, so nothing personal. thanks. (you may request, but can’t really guarantee that either)

prompt list here! guideline post here! grand masterlist here!

last updated: 10.2.21

there’s a cut just to make scrolling easier.

B.I

Will You Ride For Me? 

BANG YONGGUK

The Balloons’ Representation

ERIC NAM

Neighbor

HUR HYUNJUN

Only One

JESSICA JUNG

Moonlight Melody

JUNG DAEHYUN

Handcrafted Card of Feelings

KIM HIMCHAN

Chocolate Memory

MOON JONGUP

Teddy Bear Confession

WONHO

A Jar of Love

She Left?

Sure

YOO YOUNGJAE

Jars Filled A Second Time

Walk Away  

ZELO

Bonds of Roses

[pinky-dinky-hwall]

[6:04 p.m] ✧･ﾟ:*  

fluff / slight angst

“What’s gotten into you today, hm? Is everything okay?”, You ask between Hyunjun’s needy kisses, his lips never leaving yours as he cradled you in his strong arms. He sighs, continuing his affection by peppering your throat with his mouth, not bothering to answer your question as he squeezes you a little more. You stroke back his dark locks of hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead before forcing his head upright to look him in the eyes.

“Jun, babe. You know you can tell me anything”, You whisper, and you watch as his eyes begin to water slightly, and he hopes you don’t catch it, but you do. Your shoes weren’t even free from your feet after stepping in the door before he’d had you enclosed in his embrace, pulling you to the couch for a cuddle.

“I-I’m just. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.. for not making time for you lately”, He weakly gets out, and your heart breaks in your chest. This time it’s you pulling him closer, his cheek squished against your chest as you rub his back softly to calm his tears.

"Baby”, You coo, own eyes threatening to well up as well. You lift his face sweetly, wiping away the few stray tears that were still lingering, heart breaking in your chest as he sniffles. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby. I’ve missed you, yeah. But I know how hard you’re working, how tough you’re being on yourself, how incredibly determined you are. You have my time and heart always. You’re always my home. Always put yourself first, okay? I love you, you big softie”, Your words flow freely into his heart, and his lips are once again on yours as this time it’s much softer, as if he’s telling you thank you for your words, every syllable giving him strength. 

“I love you so so much too. Please don’t ever forget that”, He mumbles against your mouth.

“I would never dream of it”. 

[chocafe]

— hyeongjun as your boyfriend

pairing: boyfriend!hyeongjun x reader a/n: requested + hyeongjun be like: *baby boy noises*

want to adopt a dog? well, you don’t need to because you have hyeongjun and he’s basically the human embodiment of a brown toy poodle

very often, hyeongjun would run to his hyungs and ask them for help and advice for his relationship with you

he does this because he admires your guys relationship so much that he doesn’t want a single thing to go wrong

hyeongjun: guys! y/n hasn’t been texting me back, but they’re on twitter right now making tweets. i’m so confused D:

hyeongjun: what should i get y/n for our anniversary? i’m pretty clueless since this is my first time experiencing something like this.

hyeongjun: seungyoun, can you drive me to y/n’s house? (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

seungyoun: do i look like an uber driver to you?

seungyoun, fifteen minutes later: okay we’re here. text me when you need me to pick you up

absolutely always down to do whatever you want and he never complains about it

want to spend four hours binge watching a new netflix series?

then hyeongjun is sitting besides you, crying along with the main characters

want to go get your nails done?

then hyeongjun is the one painting your nails + PLUS he’s also there waiting for your nails to finish up drying, so you can paint his nails afterwards

want to eat all of the sweets in the whole entire world?

then hyeongjun is the one buying and feeding them to you

as we all know, hyeongjun isn’t the best when it comes to taking selfies

with that being said, his instagram feed mostly contains pictures of you and pictures with you

for the pictures with you, you’re obviously the one who’s clicking the “capture” button since he can’t take a single photo, even if his life depends on it

many people tend to get dazed by his instagram because no one can really tell if it’s his personal account or if it’s a lovestagram that you both share

btw you know hyeongjun’s ig password and you usually go on his account to like your own photos LMAO

he used to be the head of his high school’s calligraphy club

so expect some surprise presents from him featuring his calligraphy art work!

. . . you may or may not have a binder in your room dedicated to all of the calligraphies he has made for you in the past

couple item heaven ࿐ྂ。

some of the items you two share are:

matching phone cases

matching wallpapers ─ your wallpaper is a picture of hyeongjun from your guys first date while his wallpaper is also you from the same day

matching bracelets

matching necklaces

matching couple shirts ─ a whole lot of them to be quite honest

sometimes, you guys have matching t-shirts solely based on the fact that you both like the same things

you: put that shirt away

hyeongjun: no you put yours away because i grabbed mine first

you and hyeongjun, after arguing over a shirt: *purchasing the same shirt at the cash register bc the argument was going no where*

putting hyeongjun’s little baby self to the side

he’s actually a very responsible / mature person!

he doesn’t get enough credit for this

on the days when you’re studying late at the school library

or when you’re stuck working another night shift

hyeongjun would walk all the way to where you’re located at

and then he would walk you back home since things can be quite scary at night

he just wants to make sure you’re safe

even though he’s pretty tiny, he wants to protect you from everything

his favorite type of date is when you two have a picnic date!

the sounds of the wind is like music to his ears

and to hyeongjun, it feels like you two are the only people alive on this planet as you both sit in a field of wildflowers

every single time you two go on a picnic date, he continues to use the same flirt technique

it’s pretty cheesy, but you can never get tired of it

“this flower looks just like you.” hyeongjun casually says as he places the stated flower behind your ear

“how so?” you question him, copying his actions by also placing a flower behind his very own ear

“it’s pretty─ just like you.” he cracks a smile that could possibly be brighter than the very sun shining at you two

instead of responding back, you chuckle to yourself and grin in return, causing hyeongjun’s heart to combust into a million of pieces

“AH!” hyeongjun shouts out, burying his face into the palm of his hands. “what am i saying?”

he finally came back to his senses and realized how flirty he was just a few seconds ago

“why are acting like this is your first time saying such a thing?” you comment as you grab a hold of his hands, leading them away from his face

right when you pull his hands away

you quickly press your lips against hyeongjun’s, leaving a small, but soft peck on his lips

surprised by your sudden kiss, hyeongjun hides behind his hands once more

but this time, he was blushing so crazily that he couldn’t let you see his cherry colored face

“hyeongjun, you’re blushing, aren’t you?”

“me? blushing? no way, it’s just really hot out here.”

on that following day, hyeongjun uploads a picture onto instagram featuring you two with the same flowers behind your guys ears

[instagram] @hyeongjun: how many flowers can you spot in this picture?

[instagram] @dohyon: i hate cheesy mfs like you 😑

[instagram] @hangyul: i see two tiny flowers and two stray cats

[instagram] @minhee: brave of you to assume that i can even see in the first place

things hyeongjun loves ｡:°ஐ

he loves it when you kiss him on the cheek

it gets him all giggly inside and makes him feel the same way he used to feel when you both first started going out

he loves it when you praise him

despite being a skillful person, has his days where he lacks confidence. however, with you praising him, it motivates him to become better as long as you’re there by his side

he loves teaching you new dance moves and just dancing with you in general (letting that be professionally or just carelessly dancing in the living room for fun)

dancing is his passion, so sharing this hobby of his with the person he admires the most means a lot to him

he loves cuddling with you and digging his face into the crook of your neck

you feel “so cozy and nothing can beat that feeling!” hyeongjun constantly says during every cuddle session

lastly, he loves you ♡

[straykidmagines]

[00:00] the leaves of the trees turn orange, falling off from it's branches as it dies. your fellow neighborhood would usually pile them up with a rake. hyunjin decided to land his butt of to one of those piles, as some leaves fly into the air. he caught one and stared at it.

they say, that if you catch a falling maple leaf you'll fall inlove with the person you are walking with— and he caught one, unintentionally. he cheered for that, but you just smiled, saying you also caught one while walking with him. he guessed, you actually did fell for him.

[saltyhyunjae]

SORRY NOT SORRY: THE SEQUEL

pairing: hyunjoon x fem!reader

genre: angst

warning: mention of alcohol

wc: idk i wrote it in notes 😭 but it’s very short bc my mind is saurr empty right now

song rec: sorry not sorry by monsta x

a/n: part 2 of @lomlyeji’s request. i hope you like it bella <33

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some how a depressing day

It’s been a year since you and Hyunjoon broke up. At first you didn’t understand why he broke up with you. It took you a few months of being heartbroken but eventually you got over him.

Hyunjoon on the other hand just couldn’t forget you. He tried to date others, but no one could compare to you. He hates to admit that he missed you, and he hates himself for hurting you.

i’m drunk on the upset feeling

He finds himself stumbling, drunk, on the streets of Seoul. It’s friday night and Hyunjoon once again he is drinking. Alcohol is the only way for him to forget you anyways.

i’ll say hello lightly

“Hyunjoon?”

He stops dead in his tracks. That voice. He could recognize it as no other. He heard that voice for almost every day for the past few years. He could never forget the voice of his first love.

You walk over to him. His vision is a bit blurry but he could still you. You’re eyebrows are frowned as you worry about his drunken state. You grab onto his shoulder as he stumbles over his own feet.

“Y/n?” He slurs. You’re a bit taken aback as he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you. “Please don’t leave.” He whispers. “Hyunjoon…” You trail off.

He looks up to see a male figure behind you. He slowly let’s go of you. You sigh, hesitating before speaking again. “This is my boyfriend.” You point at the guy behind you.

And just like that, Hyunjoon’s heart breaks into a million pieces. Just like how he did to you.

i don’t wanna have this nightmare again

[ceoyjw]

how to request !

📂 what i write !!

↳ fluff, angst, social media aus, timestamps, head cannons and many more !

📂 who i’d write for !!

↳ enhypen, the boyz, seventeen, omega x, txt, stray kids, sf9, oneus, golden child, nct, verivery, monsta x, to1, pentagon, ateez, victon, treasure, monsta x, cravity, woodz, kang daniel, wonho, hur hyunjun, demian

↳ bold groups/soloists are my most comfortable persons to write about, since i know quite a lot about them.

↳ but i am willing to write about other groups/soloists that are not mentioned ! (but please keep in mind that i’ll only write about them if i’m comfortable enough and know something about them ^^)

📂 requests ! (open !)

↳ feel free to send me requests of scenarios, timestamps, head cannons or anything you want through sending me an ask ! just make sure to include these: prompt + genre + member/s ^^

[excusetheandroid]

Hello guys! I'm a not-so-new account that is transitioning to a k-pop writing account.

Masterlist

Groups I write for:

THE BOYZ ot12 (meaning including Hyunjun Hur)

A.C.E.

P1Harmony

TO1

Onewe

BOY STORY

BlackPink

ITZY

IZ*ONE

Groups and artists I talk about/might write for soon:

above +

Red Velvet

Keshi

Jimmy Brown

Nu'est

1TEAM

Twice

Cix

iKON ot7

Golden Child

SF9

Seventeen

Oneus

VeriVery

BDC

NCT ot23

SuperM

ChungHa

At the moment, we don't write smut. We still jave a baby admin.

I mainly write:

fluff

reactions

mtl

headcanons

and angst, if requested

My ask box is open to your submissions and don't be shy if you want to be an anon :) I want to talk to you guys ❤

We have prompts but also take other requests :)

Prompts:

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