#i giggled when i saw she posted two pictures with hyune and only one with the other guests on her insta

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Hey im kinda late, but... Do you mind writing snowball fight with reader + rfa + V and saeran? If that's too much to ask, then its okay love! Oh, its kinda late but merry holiday, or christmas if you celebrate it! May your holidays be blessed and filled with only happiness and love 😽😽. Here, take all your loves you deserve!

AAAAA this is so kind of you, thank so much and a happy holidays to you too!! <3 You’re always so lovely to me! I’m sorry that I’m posting this on Boxing Day, but I hope it’s still okay for you!

RFA and Reader Snowball Fight Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Snowball Fight Headcanons 

You would have been visiting Yoosung at his university over Christmas, it has already started to heavily snow whilst you were on your way so by the time you actually got there, the snow had fallen to several inches. 

Yoosung was so excited about the snow, it reminds him of when he was young and would make snowmen in the garden with his Rika and his sister. He’d look a little crestfallen thinking about it, and you offered to build a snowman outside on campus with him. 

The two of you built the snowman together, dressing it in a scarf and sending silly pictures of the three of you to the RFA chat. It was then, as Yoosung was trying to take his own selfie with it, that you launched a snowball right into the back of his head and he caught it on camera. 

He feels so betrayed, pouting as he looked at you with big puppy eyes. 

He won’t retaliate until you laugh and begin scrambling to craft another snowball, at which point Yoosung with try to hide behind the snowman as a shield. He has to fight back, his time on LOLOL has trained him for this. 

He throws a few snowballs out from behind the snowman, and then gets hit with one in the face when he peeks around to see if any made contact with you. 

He’s laughing and having fun as you throw the snow, and it continues for a few minutes until you’ve tired yourselves out and return to his dorm for a hot shower and warm hot chocolate.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Snowball Fight Headcanons 

The two of you would be on a winter date in the park. Zen was marvelling at how the pure white snow compliments his air, and makes the red of his eyes stand out against the crisp background and how th- Bam. You hit him on the side of the head with a snowball, instantly silencing his handsome spiel. 

‘Jagiya! How could you do that to m-’ Bam, another one hitting him in the shoulder. He watched as you giggled, scrambling to gather enough snow for another attack and his heart just melted, he can’t stay mad at you. But, he also can’t lose: his ego would not allow it. 

He grabs a fistful of snow and starts chasing you through the thick snow, his trousers are getting a little wet but he doesn’t mind, you’re having fun. You turn back mid-run to throw another snowball at him, but miss. Zen takes this opportunity to throw his own snowball at you, hitting you on the ass and earning a smirk from him. 

You try to throw more, but Zen runs for fun, there’s no way that you could overtake him. You manage to get a few more snowballs thrown in his general direction but the majority of them miss and you somehow strumble and fall backwards into the snow as he got close.

Zen tried to stop himself falling, he really did, but the snow was heavy on his feet and he ended up falling on top of you, caging your body with his own.

After the initial moment of distress, he couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked with the snowflakes falling into your hair and on your eyelashes. He leaned in and planted a kiss onto the corner of your mouth, his lips slightly cold from the weather. 

The two of you smiled, and then you scooped up a handful of loose snow and threw the dusting into his face. 

Jaehee Kang Snowball Fight Headcanons 

You were hard-pushed to get Jaehee to go out in the cold weather, she was too busy and didn’t particularly fancy getting her clothes wet. After enough pleading, she finally relented and agreed to make a snowman with you as long as it didn’t take too long. 

The two of you made a small snowman together, and gave it a small ponytail. You sent a picture of it to the RFA chat with the simple caption ‘Snowzen’.

She would be getting ready to go back inside to make coffee when you hit her in the back of her shoulder with a snowball.

After a brief moment of disbelief followed by a sigh, Jaehee would wait until you weren’t looking to quickly grab some snow and throw it at you. Obviously, she missed. 

But that still instigated a war. You grinned.

You both started gathering snow and throwing it at one another: yours in attack, Jaehee’s in defense. It wasn’t often that she got to loosen up, so you were happy to see her laughing on this rare occasion. 

Snowzen got beheaded in the fight. 

Saeyoung Choi in a snowball fight Headcanons 

Firstly, it’s not a snowball fight, it’s war. 

Seven would have been working into the early hours of the morning when he realised it was snowing and had an absolutely awful idea for a prank.

He went out into his garden, calmly grabbed a fistful of snow, took his time on his way back inside to smooth it into a perfectly spherical ball, prayed, and then launched it into your sleeping face from across the room and fucking bolted.

He knew he was a deadman. You sent in a text demanding that he meet you outside in twenty minutes to settle the score like men. 

Once the smug bastard comes out, you immediately throw a snowball into his face but he ducked, so your snowball missed the target. You forgot he had physical training from the agency and realised this was going to be a lot more difficult than you originally thought.

You weren’t even sure how he manages to make so many snowballs in such a small amount of time  but in the time it takes it you to craft three, he’s got twice as many done and he’s beginning to propel them at you. 

There were about twenty minutes of all-out warfare, with Seven doing dramatic leaps behind bushes and rolls to escape your attacks, all whilst managing to hit you with practically every snowball he threw. 

You were so happy to see him having such fun, knowing that he never got to do this as a child.

It was safe to say he won the snowball fight, and had to give you pouty kisses afterwards to make up for his prank. 

Jumin Han Snowball Fight Headcanons

Jumin had never been in a snowball fight before and isn’t entirely sure what he’s supposed to be doing, so he sends you a wary look when you threw a snowball at him, hitting him in the chest. He had come outside onto the rooftop terrace to admire the scenic snow on the city with you, and you assault him? He is offended.

‘____, what are you doing? You’re going to get my suit wet an-’ You threw another one into his leg followed up with the sweetest, most innocent look you could muster. He sighed. He resigned himself to humouring you, since it would clearly make you happy and he was always one to indulge you.

You explained to him what he was supposed to do and he asked for a practice shot, which you were unwilling to give him. 

Jumin’s aim was absolutely terrible and he mentions making a note to practice such things as this imperfection should be ironed out and- you threw another one at him. He smirked and gave you a look, before attempting to throw more of the snowballs he had delicately crafted at you and even managed to hit a few on your thighs and stomach.

Despite not particularly caring for such activities himself, he enjoyed seeing this playful side of you, even if it was a bit cheeky.

Jihyun Kim/V Snowball Fight Headcanons

The two of you would be out early in the morning so V could take pictures of the sunrise hitting the untouched snow, reflecting the beautiful colours of the scenery. 

V also decided that he wanted some pictures of you in the same setting, with your long flowing dressing gown settled softly atop the snow. Of course, you indulged him.

After a few minutes of him taking your picture, you noticed he had smiled and was satisfied with his images for today. He turned to put his camera down on the table and take a sip of his coffee when something cold and wet exploded on the back of his head. It was a snowball.

It’s a little difficult for him to imagine himself in a snowball fight since he can’t see brilliantly and he feels like his aim will be off, but he’s more than willing to try since you wanted to play. 

You run over to help him down the steps and into the large garden before you retreated back to your original position. You kept it fair though and stayed in his field of vision.

V wasn’t usually one to let off steam in such a way, so he seemed a little tense at first and didn’t throw the snowballs too hard in fear of accidentally hurting you. He missed more than he landed, so you were definitely winning the snowball fight.

He didn’t mind though, he was far more invested in the sight he saw before him: the adorning smile on your face, the red flush of your cheeks from the cold, snowflakes clinging to your hair and your dressing gown flowing against the breeze behind you as you ran. He could never capture such beauty if he tried.

Saeran Choi Snowball Fight Headcanons

Saeran doesn’t really enjoy the cold weather, it chills him straight to the bones so he either needs to wrap up in a bundle of layers otherwise he can’t stay out in it for very long. 

However, the boy must go and buy his ice-cream from the convenience store since his ‘idiot brother’ ate the last of it without ordering more. You offered to go for him, since you were worried about him slipping and hurting himself, but he didn’t know which flavour he wanted, so you decided to accompany him instead. 

The both of you were almost back at Seven’s when you got the idea to start a snowball fight, so you suddenly grabbed some snow and threw it at Saeran, hitting him in the shoulder. 

He turned around and was both confused and annoyed, demanding to know why you hit him. You were also confused at his annoyance, but it quickly dawned on you that he didn’t know what a snowball fight was. He’d never had the chance to do it. He was never allowed out when he was a child and even if he had, he would have been too sickly to go out playing in the snow anyway. 

You explained it to him and his expression softened when he realised it was a playful activity, and that he should try making up for the lost time. Saeran awkwardly knelt down, collected some snow and stiffly threw it back at you in the hip. He seemed nervous to make sure he was doing it correctly and looked at you for affirmation. You smiled and laughed, encouraging him to do it again as you collected more snow. 

It was a very small, soft start for him.

Bonus: When the two of you got back to Seven’s house, his brother came to the door to plead Saeran’s forgiveness and asked if you got him any snacks from the shop, and was immediately met with a snowball to the face from Saeran. 

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It Was Always You (M.YG)

Warnings : mentions of cheating, swearing, abandonment

Synopsis : 2 years after their breakup, she posts a music video with memories of the relationship, staring a man that isn’t him. she thought she could move on, but for her, it’ll always be him.

Word Count : 4215

“I like you.” I told him quickly, scared to look up from my hands that were in my lap. After a minute of silence, I braved a glance up and met his eyes. He smiled at me, and something in my heart knew.

           “That was my line.” He joked. We shared a small laugh. I couldn’t help but feel like I was on cloud 9.

           I sat at the same table from my memory, looking at a man that wasn’t him. He wore a similar outfit, per my request, and I wore the exact clothes I wore that day. “I like you.” I said confidently, not looking down this time.

           “That was my line.” He chuckled, reaching across the table to take my hand in his. “I brought you here to confess.” I giggled and smiled widely at him.

           “Cut! Absolute perfection. This music video is going to be a hit, I can feel it.” Ahn Jae Hyun and I both stood from our seats and bowed to those working hard to make my dream come true. I then turned to him and thanked him.

           “I really appreciate you being in this video.”

           “Of course. Anything for a friend. You’ve worked really hard, should we grab something to eat before going home tonight?” I nodded and linked my arm with his as we left the café. “I’ve never seen you be such a stickler for your videos.” He joked as we walked towards the restaurant down the block from where we were.

           “This one is special to me. It’s basically reliving my favourite moments with my first love.” I admitted. Jae Hyun and I rarely kept secrets from each other since we met filming a drama together a couple years ago.

           “Ah! You’ve told me about him before. Was he more handsome than me?” He said with a chuckle. I playfully hit him in the arm as I laughed.

           “No one is more handsome than you.” I told him, leaning closer to him as we walked. I’ve always been comfortable around Jae Hyun, ever since the day we met. I remember him asking me on a date soon after filming had ended, but I was engaged at the time. “Do you ever think about where we would be if I was single when you asked me out?” I pulled away slightly and looked up at him, my arms still wrapped around his. He stopped walking and looked at me with a smile.

           “I think we’d be just like this, but this would be a date.” I scoffed and playfully hit his arm again. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re a special girl. That ex of yours is a real idiot.” Blush rose to my cheeks when he said that.

           “Ask me again, Jae Hyun.” He furrowed his brows at me before putting it together.

           “Are you sure, Y/N?” I nodded with a smile. “Okay. Well then, Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?” Again I nodded and the two of us began walking again.

           I was preparing dinner for the two of us when I felt his arms wrap around me. “To what do I owe this beautiful surprise?” He kissed my cheek.

           “I just wanted to cook dinner for my handsome boyfriend.” He unwrapped his arms from around me and turned me around to face him. “What?”

           “I love you, Kim Y/N.” I scoffed but I couldn’t stop the blush from forming. “I’ll only ever love you, for the rest of my life.” I could see in his eyes that he was completely serious.

           “Good! Because I’ll only ever love you.”

            Jae Hyun wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on my cheek. “To what do I owe this beautiful surprise.” I giggled as I continued cutting the vegetables.

           “I just wanted to cook dinner for my handsome boyfriend.” He turned me to face him and when I met his eyes, my heart broke a little bit. My smile didn’t faulter though as he confessed his love for me. “Good, because I’ll only ever love you.” We shared a quick kiss before the director called cut. “Is it weird to relive my memories with my ex as my current boyfriend?” I asked with a small pout.

           “It is a little weird, but in the end he lost you and I got you. So I’m happy doing this for you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

           “I must have saved a country in a past life.” He chuckled and kissed me again.

           I slowly walked up the path lit with candles to see him kneeling on one knee with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Tears immediately sprung to my eyes as I stood in front of him. “I really meant it when I said I’d only love you for the rest of my life. Since the day I met you I knew in my heart you were my forever. I love you so much, Kim Y/N. Will you marry me?” He handed me the flowers as he pulled a velvet box from his pocket. When he opened it and I saw the heart shaped diamond, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

           “Yes, of course.” He slid the ring on my finger as he stood and brought me in for a kiss. “I love you.”

           I looked in awe at the set that was decorated to perfection, exactly the way it was decorated the day he proposed to me. Jae Hyun draped his arm across my shoulders, causing me to look away from the set and up at him. “Are you sure you can do this?” He asked, a look of concern in his eyes. I gave him a soft smile as I nodded.

           “One more scene and we can stop living in my memories and make new ones.” I told him. He quickly kissed me.

           “I already know where to start.” Before I could ask him to elaborate, the director called us to set. This was the scene I was the most nervous about. I still had the exact ring from that day and told Jae Hyun to use it. I could already feel the pain in my heart at the idea of someone else proposing with the ring he did. When I decided to do this video, I hoped he would see it and the two of us would get back together. But the day before shooting began, one of his bandmates sent me pictures of him with Jennie. I decided then that this would be a way to move on.

           “You all worked hard!” I announced as I bowed to the crew who helped this come to life. “Thank you so much for all your hard work.” I bid my goodbyes and joined Jae Hyun’s side. “Did you want to stay tonight?” I asked as we got into his car.

           “Of course.” He smiled at me and took my hand in his as he began driving.

           “Thanks again for doing this. I don’t think I could have done it with anyone else.” He quickly smiled at me before looking back to the road. He then brought my hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to my hand.

         “Oppa!” I exclaimed and jumped into Seok Jin’s arms. He chuckled before telling me to take a seat. “Why are you so serious?” I asked while sitting across from him.

           “You know why, Kim Y/N.” He raised his voice. Something he’s never done to me, not even when we were kids. “That music video you just posted?” I let out a small chuckle.

           “The one with Ahn Jae Hyun?” He nodded. “Wasn’t it adorable?” I played dumb, even though I knew he knew what I was doing. My brother knows me better than anyone else.

           “I know those are moments you shared with Yoongi.” I gulped, trying to swallow the tears. I can’t even say his name without crying. “And you posted it on your anniversary?! And you won’t even answer his calls. You’re being ridiculous.” I scoffed.

           “I’m being ridiculous? Did you say that to him when he wouldn’t answer my calls after our fight?” He stayed silent because he knows I know he took Yoongi’s side. “I used my own memories to make a video so I could move on. Those memories were suffocating me, oppa. He broke my heart, and my own brother wasn’t even there to help put the pieces back together. He took everything from me, all I did was make a music video. No one even knows it’s about him.” Jin sat there silently, looking at me with a look of pity.

           “Could you just talk to him?”

           “You were out with him, weren’t you?” He yelled at me. Tears were streaming down my face. “I told you I didn’t like when you’re with him!”

           “I know, but it was a cast dinner. We weren’t alone! I couldn’t just not go.” I tried explaining, hoping he would calm down and we could sit and talk this through like we always do. “He asked me out a few weeks ago, but I told him I was engaged. He knows, Yoongi. And I don’t love him. I’ll only ever love you.” I reached out for him, but he ripped his arm from my grasp, causing me to fall down.

           “Don’t touch me. You’re nothing but a cheater.” He stormed out, ignoring me calling after him. I curled up on the floor and sobbed, hoping he would just come back. I called him multiple times over the next week, until Jin sent me pictures of Yoongi with Jennie. I just wished he would have talked to me.

           “He had that chance two years ago. I don’t want to talk to him.” I lied and stood up from the table. Jin grabbed my arm as I walked by him.

           “Please just see him once. He’s been going crazy ever since the video came out.” I let out a small laugh.

           “Good. I hope he feels guilty. I hope you do too.” He released me after that, and I left the café. I was able to hold in my tears until I got in my car. I let out my sobs, hoping the pain in my heart that he left would soon be gone.

           I don’t know why I agreed to this. Besides Yoongi, Jennie was the last person I wanted to see. I considered her a good friend of mine, someone I opened up to about my relationship with Yoongi. I poured my heart out to her and told her how I just wished him, and I could go public with our relationship before the wedding, but we had agreed to keep it private. She helped me write the song I wanted to release as a way to subtly tell the fans we were together. A love song called Suga Sweet. The same love song I’ve now released under the name Our Love.

           “Y/N.” She said as she sat down. “I just want to start with I’m so sorry. He had told me things were over, that you moved on with a co-star.” I scoffed.

           “I guess in his eyes our relationship was over. Regardless of that fact though, you were my best friend. I trusted you and loved you like a sister, and you still dated my first love.” I admitted to her. “Ahn Jae Hyun and I didn’t start dating until recently. A part of me always hoped Yoongi and I would get back together.” She reached across to grab my hands, but I pulled them away and sat them in my lap.

           “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think it would bother you this much.” I laughed at that statement.

           “It’s too late for that now, Jennie. I hope you two are happy together.” I stood and began to walk away.

           “He’s still in love with you!” She called after me, causing me to stop in my tracks. “He meant it when he said he would only love you. He could never love me.”

           “That’s karma for you.” Was all I said before walking away. I turned right when I exited the café, bumping into someone as I did. The smell of his cologne wafted up my nose and I could feel the tears prick my eyes. I really didn’t want to confirm it was him, but I had to. When my eyes met his, I quickly looked away, wiping the tear that fell.

           “Y/N.” He whispered and reached out for me. I stepped back from him. He dropped his hand back to his side. “I’ve been calling.”

           “How the tables have turned.” I chuckled, not daring to meet his eyes. As much as I want to hate him, I know I can’t. He will always be my one weakness.

           “I should have come back that night. I should have believed you.” I took a chance and met his eyes once more.

           “Too little too late, Min Yoongi.” I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist.

           “Please talk to me.” I looked at his hand wrapped around my wrist and then back up at his eyes. “I want to apologize. I want to tell you how beautiful that video is. How beautiful that song is. Jennie told me it was for me. For us.”

           “Y/N!” I looked towards the sound of my name and saw Jae Hyun getting out of his car. He had promised to pick me up after my meeting with Jennie and take me out to forget everything. I felt Yoongi’s grip loosen and took that as my chance to rip my arm away from him.

           “Jae Hyun, I was wondering where you were.” I smiled and walked towards his car, leaving Yoongi to watch me walk away this time.

 “Who was that? I thought you were meeting with Jennie?” I looked straight ahead, trying to calm the beating of my heart. I always imagined what it would be like to run into him again. All the things I would say to him to convince him he was the only one for me. I always imagined us getting back together, us getting married. I’ve never pictured anyone else at the end of the aisle since the day we met.

           “Min Yoongi. My ex-fiancé.” I chanced a look over to Jae Hyun to see he was looking over at me before focusing on the road again.

           “You mean to tell me this famous ex of yours, the guy who thought you were cheating on him with me, the guy you lived all those memories we just filmed with, the guy who walked away from the most beautiful woman alive, is THE Min Yoongi. Mister Agust D. Suga.” He kept glancing between the road and me.

           “The one and only.” I giggled, hiding the fact that all I wanted to do was run back to him and tell him that I still love him.

           “Never pegged him as an idiot.” Jae Hyun joked, causing me to laugh. “I have a question though.” I looked up at him, telling him to ask away. “Isn’t your brother in the same band as him? Have you really not run into him until now?” I looked down to my hands, not really wanting to answer the question, but I know I can trust Jae Hyun. He was there when my own brother wasn’t.

           “He’s actually my half brother. Our dad cheated on his mom with my mom. Jin has blamed my mom for their rocky relationship ever since, even though he told her he was single. Him and I used to get along when we were younger, but as we got older, he always figured I’d be like my mom. So when Yoongi went and told them I was cheating on him, Jin took his side immediately, no questions asked. He abandoned me in favor for Yoongi.” Jae Hyun reached across and took my hand in his, running his thumb over my knuckles in a soothing way. “I still love him though. That’s my oppa.” I smiled. “I just wished he saw me as his sister.”

           I spent the rest of the day with Jae Hyun before he had to head home to go to bed early. He told me he was starting a new drama tomorrow. And as I laid alone in my bed, my phone buzzing with texts and phone calls, I knew what I needed to do. I texted Yoongi to meet me at our café in 20 minutes, any later than that and I was leaving.

           I quickly touched up my hair and makeup and swung my purse over my shoulder before heading out, my heart threatening to pound right out of my chest. I hoped he would be late so I could leave and convince myself he never cared, but he was there at our table before I arrived, two drinks on the table.

           He stood to greet me when he saw me walking his way. “I got your favourite.” I smiled as we took our seats. It was like I was transported to two years ago before the breakup, sitting here across from him like everything was okay.

           “I’m going to say everything I have to say, and you’re going to sit and listen until I’m done.” Yoongi nodded, urging me to say everything. “I waited for you. I waited everyday for a text, or a call, or even for you to just show up at my house. I didn’t even want you to apologize, I just wanted you back. I called everyday for a week before seeing that you were going out with Jennie. I took that as my hint that we were over.” I took a minute to take a drink and collect my thoughts. “No official breakup, not even a text. It took me a long time to get back into the groove of writing songs and acting. I took a long break. Jae Hyun was the only person I had then, so he was the obvious choice when I came up with the concept for my comeback music video.” I took another break, willing the tears not to fall.

           There were so many things I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him all the nights I couldn’t sleep. The amount of alcohol I drank wishing to forget the years we spent together. How many tears I cried; how broken I was. How badly I wished I could just see him again. “I had hoped this music video would show you how much I loved you, how I could only ever love you. I hoped it would make you realize that we were forever. But the day before filming began, Namjoon sent me pictures of you with Jennie. I don’t know why, but he did. So instead I used this as a way to get the memories out and move on. Jae Hyun asked me out after the first day of filming.” I admitted and watched as his face fell.          

           I wanted to tell him how I wished it was him the entire time. Every time I met Jae Hyun’s eyes, I wished they were his. I wished I was kissing him. I wished he was the one holding me. Even now, a month after the fact. Jae Hyun was a great guy, but he wasn’t Yoongi.

           “You used the real ring I proposed with.” He said after some silence. I nodded. “Where is it now?” I hated the fact that it was in my purse. I hated the fact that I didn’t like to be without it. I hated the fact that I still wore it from time to time.

           “I sold it after the video.” So I lied. I hated it so much I lied. “I thought about selling it for a while, but our love was priceless to me. But after seeing you get back together with Jennie; it didn’t feel priceless anymore.” I kept lying through my teeth. I held back the tears and lied to the only man I’ll ever love. “4,429,622 won. That’s how much our love costs.” I watched as a tear fell down his cheek.

           “Was Jennie telling me the truth when she said that song was written for me?” I nodded.

           “She helped me write it. It was going to be the song I used to tell the fans about us. I was hoping we could make a video together. Maybe of our wedding. It was originally called Suga Sweet.” He closed his eyes, obviously trying to hold back the sobs he wanted to release. “She was my best friend. She knew exactly how I felt about you and she still betrayed me. Yet, I never hated you two. I wanted you to come back to me, and I wanted my friendship with her back. But Ahn Jae Hyun is a really great guy and I’m finally happy again.” He nodded.

           “I meant it you know. I’ll only ever love you.” It was my turn to blink back tears.

           “You should have thought of that before you walked away.” I stood from the table. “I hope everything has been said so you can stop calling me.” And I walked away from the love of my life once again.

           “How was filming?” I asked Jae Hyun as he laid his head in my lap. It’s been a week since I saw Yoongi, since I decided that I need to give my all to my relationship with Jae Hyun.

           “You know, same old same old.” But it seems as if he’s grown distant with me. I pretend that I don’t notice as I run my fingers through his hair and watch as he falls asleep. I understand that filming takes a lot out of a person. I also understand how much effort he puts in to being the best. But I also know the kind of guy he is. A player type. He can fall out of love just as fast as he can fall in love.

           Him and Yoongi were so different. From their personalities to the way they carry themselves. Every detail of them is so different. I found myself comparing Jae Hyun to Yoongi every single day, and I found myself falling out of love with him, just as he was doing with me.

           “Should we breakup?” I asked when he woke up. He sat up and stared at me, but I was staring straight ahead. I know he knows this is what’s best. “I don’t have feelings for you anymore.”

           “Yeah, I don’t have any for you anymore too.” I knew but it still hurt hearing him say it. “I don’t want you to leave though.” I laughed.

           “You’re my best friend, Jae Hyun. That’s not going to change.” I looked over at him and he was wearing his award-winning smile.

           “I think you should get back together with Yoongi.” I looked down to my hands that were on my lap. I won’t lie, since I saw him last week, I’ve been thinking about it. What’s the point in dating anyone else when I know I’ll just compare them to Yoongi anyway. “You’ll never stop loving him, so just love him.”

           “You’re a wise man.” I laughed. “But a relationship is two people.” He lightly hit my head.

           “That man loves you, regardless of what happened two years ago. You two belong together and that’s on soulmates.” I rolled my eyes before telling him to get out. “Call him, stupid!” He called after me as I pushed him out of my house and closed to the door. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

           I didn’t expect him to pick up. I expected things to be like they were two years ago. But he answered almost immediately, like he had been waiting for my call since last week. “Y/N.” He said into the phone.

           “Come over. We need to talk.” It was like he teleported to my house with how fast he was ringing my doorbell. He stood at the door dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt with his hair an absolute mess. But to me he was the most handsome guy to walk this planet. All the words I wanted to say left my brain when I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my head into his neck. “I tried not to love you, but I can’t.” I whispered. And he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly into his chest.

           “You’ve always been the only one for me. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.” I pulled away from him and shook my head.

           “You’re here now.” He nodded, telling me he was never leaving again. We eventually moved to my couch where I reached for my purse, took the ring out and placed it on the table in front of us. He looked at it and then at me. “I never sold it. I tried. But our love has always been priceless.” He reached for the ring and grabbed my hand before sliding the ring on my finger.

           “This is forever the place it belongs.”

[juminsmysticmc]

Could I request reactions of when (mc and rfa+v dating) mc find out she has an terminal illness and ask them to break up without tell them,she wants them to hate her so they do not grieve too much,so when they know mc already died, angst if you cant its ok ilike your imagination♡0♡

RFA + V with a Mc who finds out that she will die soon and makes them hate her to not make them suffer for her

Huhhhh why do you need to make me cry this much! I hope you like my angst, really…please tell me because I personally think that this is one of my best Hc and for the first time I’m really really really proud of myself! Have fun and don’t cry! 

Ps. I watched the Kdrama ,,Uncontrollably Fond’’ where the main lead (Kim Woo Bin) is ill, like Mc in this request and tries to find his old love just to see how much she changed but still loves her. And so the female lead (Suzy) and him go through a lot of hardships since she doesn’t know about his illness at first. I really liked the Drama, it was filled with emotions and secrets! And then after the Drama I found out that Kim Woo Bin was really sick after the Drama, luckily he overcame the illness, I’m soo happy! I first knew him from ,,the Heirs’’ and I didn’t really like him ( Lee MinHo forever haha) but now, ahh I like him! Are there any Kim Woo Bin fans? Now, enough talking, go and read the Headcanon for real! 

ATTENTION! This headcanon can trigger! Don’t read if you can’t handle the mention of: Self harm, death, illness, suicide

Jumin 

,,You must have seen wrong, Doctor.“ you snapped as the doctor told you about the illness you had. 

You were so young, barely 30 and now he told you that you were going to die? 

,,How long?“ you asked him. 

It wasn’t a long time anymore, you knew. 

The doctor told you to please go to the hospital to get treatment. 

Without any help, you would live about three months. 

You however took your purse and glared at him. 

,,If you dare to tell my husband, I will sue you and destroy you.“ you snapped with a trembling voice. 

It wasn’t like you to be like that. Perhaps the fear deep in your heart made you tell him these things. 

You walked out of the room and walked to the parking lot. 

With a click you turned on the radio and began to sob loudly. 

What should you tell him now? 

Should you even tell him? 

And then, you made up your mind. 

Once at home you had time for one hour. 

You decided to make a video for Jumin. 

In there you told him the reason for your lie. 

,,I‘m home!“ Jumin called as he opened the door. 

You smiled at him and hugged him. 

Our last hug….you thought. 

As you kissed him, you thought about your last kiss and when you smiled at him, you thought about the last time you could see his beautiful eyes shining at the view of you. 

You knew you were selfish but you thought it was for his best. 

For the next months the two of you went on trips and every time you went away, you met a former friend. 

You tried to make him jealous and angry. 

You didn’t only make up relationships, but you also tried to discuss with him about everything. 

Deep in your heart it was painful for you too. 

But for him you wanted to be in pain even in your afterlife. 

The third month finally arrived. Jumin still tried to hold into you but he wasn’t as happy as before anymore. 

,,You’re a big cold hearted ass, Jumin Han! Everything I cared about was your money! You know what? I want to have a divorce. Finally get rid of you!“ you yelled and rushed out. 

Jumin Han stayed behind and finally cried after a long long time. 

He didn’t know that you were in pain, ill and worried about him. 

He didn’t know that you hated yourself, that you didn’t mean it, that you didn’t want it. 

He didn’t know that you tried to protect him. 

Three months later Jumin tried to call you for the last sentence for the divorce. 

His anger against you was making him grow colder than he was in the past. 

,,Yes?“ a man responded your phone with a trembling voice. 

Jumin‘s jealously grew once again. 

,,Who are you, Sir? I wanted to talk to Mc.“ he said. 

,,I‘m-no, we need to meet up. I guess you’re her ex-husband, right? I have something for you.“ the man mumbled and told Jumin a place and time. 

Not long after the two of them met, Jumin Han was a totally different man. 

To get to know your cousin and to get to know the news that you died crushed his heart. 

The video he gave him, scared him. 

Even more did the sight of your crying face. 

,,Hello Jumin. If you’re now watching this video it must mean that I‘m dead….haha. How weird to say this. Today I got told that I‘m ill. Deadly ill. I decided to protect your heart and make you hate me. I hope I didn’t fail and that today, you won’t love me as you loved me in the past….I hope that today you’re not in pain without me by your side…Just know that I love you, loved you and will love you forever. Please forgive me. I did everything for you…believe me….“ 

Jumin Han couldn’t bear it anymore. 

He watched the video about three times until he finally decided to sue the doctor. 

Afterwards he spend all his money and strength in donations for ill people who were diagnosed with a deadly illness. 

And of course he spend his money on wine, a lot of wine. 

Three bottles a day in front of the television with your last video, a picture of you and your good smelling pajamas. 

Without you this man was broken. 

,,Mc….rather than spending these days in hate I would have loved it to spend good days with you….why did you make this decision…?“ he often asked you while he was crying his eyes out. 

Zen 

,,Ahhhhh so exciting!“ you giggled to yourself as you patted your flat belly. 

Since days you were feeling dizzy and had to vomit. 

You were sure of it, you were pregnant. 

You still didn’t know that you were wrong. 

You didn’t know that soon you would be confronted with awful news. 

The shock almost made you throw up. 

This time however you weren’t happy at your body’s reaction. 

You were scared, angry and helpless. 

,,But…are you sure that I will die?“ you asked your doctor as tears slowly slipped down your cheeks. 

,,Yes, I‘m sorry to tell you about your illness. We can however decelerate this. We need to send you to the-“ 

,,Sorry. But, will it help me? I will still die. I would rather die now than make my loved ones live with me in pain. Please don’t tell it anybody. My family can’t know about it.“ you begged. 

Without an explanation you left the room and walked back home. 

The happiness you had earlier disappeared. 

Everything but this, you begged and quickly your legs gave up as you began to cry. 

,,No no no no no no no no no please please please please please no!“ you begged. 

And now? You knew you couldn’t destroy the love of your life, if Zen would know about this he would be as dead as you….

That’s when you got the idea to just break up with him. 

You entered your shared home and waited for Zen. 

You deeply hoped that your plan would work out and that today would be the last day of your life together with Zen. 

Because you just couldn’t bear to lie at him. 

,,Hi princess, how was your day?“ 

,,Hi Zenny~ I saw such a beautiful young man~ why don’t you cut your hair? They are ruined. I think we should change job. We would be such good teachers for example ~!“ 

,,Mc, are you kidding me?“ he asked you and you noticed that his mood was getting bad. 

,,I just wanted to change you~ but I guess I failed. Just let’s break up…I didn’t imagine my life like this.“ you told him with an evil smile. 

Zen stayed open mouthed and looked at you. 

What did you mean? 

But he couldn’t react quickly enough, you already stamped out and left the apartment. 

Since then the two of you didn’t speak anymore. 

Instead you posted disgusting emojis below his posts to make him hate you even more. 

,,Mc…why didn’t you tell him…?“ your sister asked you with tears in her eyes. 

,,Do you really want to die without the man you love?“ she asked you as she held your hand. 

Finally your time came. 

 You were thin, you couldn’t even move a muscle anymore. 

,,Take…..the letter….in my purse….if Zen would get to know the truth….give him the letter…..“ you tried to tell her. 

She nodded and asked you to please stay awake as she took the letter. 

But you couldn’t stand it anymore. 

Your thoughts were filled with Zen and your eyes searched for him. 

In the last seconds of your life you stayed alone. 

All your wrongdoings came back to your mind and as you breathed your last breath, you said his name ,,Zen“. 

Three years passed, Zen tried to check several times your social media accounts but it was no use, as is if you had disappeared. 

Your family also behaved odd that’s how he came to know that you died. 

He was shocked as he read your sisters post and so the next day he met her. 

,,To be honest I did this on purpose, Hyun. She didn’t want you to know but…..well. Here, a letter from her. I should give it you if you would come to know about her death.“ you sister mumbled while crying. She got up, hugged him, apologized a last time and went away, leaving the young white haired man on his own. 

As Zen read the letter, a lot of things came to make sense. 

Zen read the letter a lot of times until he decided to follow you. 

His dream was to let you know how stupid your decision was and how much he still loved you. 

And so Zen died only four years later after your death day, thinking about you 

,,I want you to live, who are you kidding, Mc….I want to live with you…“ 

Yoosung 

,,RIKA RIKA RIKA RIKA! I‘m fucking annoyed! You only talk about Rika and LOLOL, Yoosung! Grow up, IDIOT! I will just go to the man who approached me yesterday. I‘m fucking finished!“ you yelled at the blond man who was tearing up. 

He didn’t even have the strength to ran after you, to stop you or beg you for forgiveness. 

As soon as you packed your things and left the house, you began to cry. 

The cold rain pounded on you as the tears rolled down your cheeks. 

The coldness outside was almost warm, compared to the loneliness in your heart which made you shiver. 

You were indeed a bad woman, you lied and crushed him without blinking, you thought. 

,,Illness…to hell!“ you snapped and got up and like a strong woman you entered the hospital to get hospitalized. 

,,Oh, Mrs Kim! Who are you writing again?“ the Nurse asked you as she handled you over the pictures you asked her to print. 

,,My husband!“ you said with a big smile as you looked at the pictures. 

Hair and chest were missing but you were sure, that everything would get better soon. 

,,Oh, he‘s in the abroad?“ she asked you. 

When you however told her that he didn’t know, her face froze. 

It didn’t take long and your situation got even worser. 

At some point the nurse begged you to call Yoosung but you never lost hope. 

Until one morning you died, alone in the white hospital room. 

,,Who’s that?!“ Yoosung snapped as he threw his head phones on the floor. 

How long has it been after you left him? 

After he lost your whereabouts? 

When he opened the door his hopes of seeing you got crushed. 

The nurse who was caring for you, was at his door and handled him the letters ,,She fought until her last breath. She was a wonderful woman who mistook one decision. I‘m sorry for your loss.“ she told him and left. 

Yoosung read the letters and looked at all the pictures you sent him. 

His tears didn’t stop and soaked your last letters. 

,,Dear Yoosung, you’re reading this letters while I‘m probably in front of you! We did it, Yoosung! We finally fought, I‘m healthy and alive, Rika‘s faith spared us. 

I deeply hope that you will forgive me, Yoosung because I really did my best in order to spare you from these hard moments. I love you.“ 

Yoosung didn‘t know what to do, the young man cursed you and everyone. 

He began to toss all kind of objects around him. 

Because this lost was a hard one, a loss which would leave his heart empty forever. 

Jaehee 

You watched your beautiful girlfriend as she served a guest with a big smile. 

You loved her just so much, you wanted to protect her with all your strength. 

That’s why you had to do what you planned in your little head. 

,,Jaehee.“ you called her after everyone left. 

,,Yes?“ she responded and turned her head to you, her beautiful long hair danced as she looked at you. 

Her beauty made it even harder for you to break up. 

,,I….I decided to move out. This shop…it’s a big burden for me. I hate it here.“ you told her. 

,,I would like to break up with you.“ you said. 

She didn’t even have time to respond as you began to throw away the cake you prepared for the next day. 

,,I HATE IT HERE!“ you screamed and began to sob. 

You didn’t want to do it like that, but the fear of your soon death scared you. 

Even more the thought about the fact that you will die while she would hate you. 

You left the shop sobbing and left Jaehee behind. 

You didn’t hear from her for a long long time. 

She never called you and so did you. 

The only one who knew the real issue was Jumin who was also by your side while you faced the hardship. 

Well, to be honest deep in your heart you wanted him to carry your secret as a payback for Jaehee‘s hardships but in the end it turned out that you just wanted someone by your side. 

,,How is she…?“ you mumbled after he let you slip a bit of water. 

,,Together with Yoosung she‘s working again for me. She cut her hair and closed the shop.“ Jumin said without showing any feelings. 

,,So my act will be in vain?“ you asked him. 

,,Sometimes it’s just better to say something personally. People think they can protect each other like that, but that’s not true. In the end they just get hurt deeply.“ 

,,You speak as if you’re not human, Mr Han.“ you teased him and had to cough. 

,,Mc, I said several times that I would pay for the hospital fees why didn’t you get hospitalized?“ he asked you. 

,,You did more than I actually wanted you to do….“ you told him. 

The next day Jumin came, he found two letters on your table. Unfortunately you fell asleep forever after writing them. 

A lonely sleep. 

,,Dear Jumin. 

Thank you for everything you did. Please give this letter to Jaehee. I want to see her a last time. And in order to make her come I wrote the letter. I decided to write you a letter too because it seemed more prettier. And besides I was so sleepy and wanted you to let her know right away. Would you do me this last please? If I‘m asleep, please wake me up~“ the letter said. 

Jumin Han shed a tear. You couldn’t see it or hear his sobbing sounds, but he cried for you. 

,,Mc had a reason.“ he told Jaehee when he came back. 

,,Mr Han I appreciate it that you want us to make up but-“ 

,,This wasn‘t my intention, Assistant Kang. I wanted her to rest in peace and you…to live without any regrets. Please read the letter and go to give her your goodbyes.“ Jumin told her. 

Jaehee softly opened the letter and read every word. 

Tears slipped down her face as she read your begs. 

To please come to visit her, let you see her beautiful eyes, smell her long hair and listen to her beautiful voice as she talked about the shop. 

For several days Jaehee couldn’t get a hold of her life. 

As she looked at the shop from the outside, she noticed that everything seemed lonely, cold and dark but when Jaehee remembered your letter, her life began to bloom once again. 

,,Please go on with your dream. Our dream, I will always support you.“ your last sentence said. 

Saeyoung 

,,I’m off!’’ you said and left through the door to go to the hospital. 

Since a few days you were feeling odd, you had headaches and felt sick, you also lost a lot of hair and your vision kept getting bad. 

You decided to go to the medical. 

Saeyoung knew but had no time to go with you. 

But your soon to be husband promised you that he would check your condition through the doctors files. 

Although you often begged him to stop hacking. 

Well, you could never be sure and that’s why today you had two assignments. 

Saeyoung although knew only about one, the fake one. 

You first went to the fake appointment, you needed new birth control pills, that’s why everything went by pretty quickly, the next one was the real appointment. 

Saeyoung didn’t know about this one, and it was good so. 

Because the awful truth you came to know would stay your secret forever. 

You looked at your tests as you realized that you were really dying. 

,,What did you say, doctor? I….I won’t live more than four months…?’’ you asked him again as tears filled your brown eyes. 

The doctor nodded. 

,,No, Sir, you must have done a mistake, there’s….it’s impossible!’’ you began to sob and cried. 

,,No, I’m sorry to tell you that the test is right. But if you like, I could make another appointment for you with another doctor.’’ he told you. 

,,No, no…thank you…’’ you mumbled. 

Deep in your mind you already knew that you were dying, deep in your heart you could already feel the sadness and loneliness. 

Your pale body would soon lay into the tight coffin, darkness would surround you below the ground, coldness will accompany you forever. 

You were at the end of your nerves, you were scared. 

What would you tell him, the man of your life? 

After all he went through, you couldn’t tell him that you would join V. 

Your hands began to tremble as you thought about Saeran who still was in a critical situation, Saeyoung wouldn’t be able to survive this on his own, he wouldn’t! 

,,But fuck…he’s such a genius!’’ you sobbed harder as you began to chew on your nails. 

,,This is all because I kept eating unhealthy things, because I judged Rika, V is giving me his payback for everything what happened in the RFA!’’ you cried. 

That day you came home late, Saeyoung was pretty happy to see you but you felt sick at his smile.

He was so happy and your happiness would vanish soon. 

,,Crap!’’ you snapped to yourself and slapped your cheek at your ill minded thoughts. 

Saeyoung deserved happiness…why were you like that?!

After that moment you noticed that you needed to break up immediately.

,,Mc….why are you packing your stuff?’’ Saeyoung asked you. 

,,Saeyoung, you were right, you will hurt me…you are dangerous….you…you are so…difficult to live with! I…I feel like dying with you! I…can’t I’m sorry…this is all to much…please become happy without me and look after Saeran but please let me go, let me live happily!’’ you begged and slapped yourself in your thoughts. 

Why did you say that? Why would you hurt him like that? You knew that Saeyoung would get hurt by that, you knew perfectly that he would be unhappy but still, your thoughts kept hunting you. 

He could be happy, you not, so why not hurting him?

,,SHUT THE FUCK UP I HATE IT!’’ you screamed and threw everything on the ground. 

,,I HATE YOU!’’ you yelled even loader. 

,,YOU….YOU! IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU!’’ you panicked and began to cry harder, cold tears dripped on the floor while a few came to touch your lips. 

The salt taste of your tears made you notice your words. 

You wanted to apologize, beg him for forgiveness and help but all you said was a simply ,,I hate you.’’

With that you left him behind, Saeyoung saw his nightmare in front of him. 

He tried to chase you but you glared at him. 

,,I won’t give up….’’ he mumbled as he saw you leave. 

He didn’t give up on his brother either and now he was together with him again so why should he let you suffer alone?

He knew that something was wrong and that’s why he decided to leave you for a bit. 

But perhaps he left you alone for too long. 

Because five months later everything about you disappeared. 

Nothing was left and the fear that someone could have harmed you let him tremble even in his dreams. 

But he never expected to find out about your death. 

It was as if he was trapped in a never ending nightmare when he read your doctors files. 

Every file said ,,deceased’’. 

Was this true? 

Saeyoung visited every grave yard and asked everyone about you but he didn’t find you either. 

,,Maybe she…she found someone who could hack too?’’ Yoosung mumbled as the RFA were on their way to visit Jihyun’s grave. 

Saeran went with them but abruptly stopped his steps as he saw a face he didn’t see for a long time - yours. 

,,S….Saeyoung….’’ he mumbled. 

,,Huh…?’’ Saeyoung whispered as he followed his brothers eyes to your grave, next to the blue haired man’s one. 

,,Huh…?’’ he croaked. 

,,No….’’ he mumbled and fell on his knees. 

,,NO MC! MC! MC! I’M SORRY FOR MY JOKES, DON’T….DON’T BE LIKE THAT!’’ the red haired man screamed, making everyone notice your grave. 

,,NO NO NO NO NO NO!’’ he sobbed harder as his hands touched the cold ground, digging into the dirt to save you from down there. 

,,No no no no she’s afraid SHE’S AFRAID OF DARK PLACES!’’ he screamed louder and tried to burrow up your grave. 

Only Zen, Jumin and his brother were strong enough to hold him back. 

Saeyoung could only read the sentence on your grave before his mind went blank, before he lost his head. 

,,The space dust of me will whisper ,,I love you’’ into the infinity of the universe’’

None dared to say it but everyone knew that he would follow you, but none knew that he would follow you so soon….

Jihyun 

,,I love you….’’ he whispered as he stroked your hair. 

You kissed his cheek and closed your eyes. 

Until now you never knew that you were such a good actor, you never knew that you could deceive people so good. 

But right now you were doing it. 

The truth was that you were ill, you wouldn’t be able to live as long as you thought and wished for. 

You would have to leave your boyfriend soon. 

You could hear your boyfriend mumble in his dreams while you observed him. 

You wanted to break up with him, to let him hate you. 

But you already knew that he couldn’t hate you, he even loved Rika so deeply…. 

While you were watching your handsome boyfriend you were thinking about a way to make him hate you and with thoughts about this problem you fell asleep. 

The next morning Jihyun got woken up by a loud thud and screams. 

When he went to check on you were throwing around his paintings and pictures. 

The man you loved didn’t dare to move an inch as he saw you destroying everything. 

,,YOU!’’ you screamed when you saw him, faking anger was pretty hard for you, you loved him after all. 

But right now your thoughts were filled with your deadly illness. 

,,YOU DREAMED ABOUT HER, RIKA! YOU DREAMED ABOUT HER AND CALLED HER IN YOUR DREAMS! I HATE IT!’’ you screamed. 

Jihyun was perplexed, he was sure that he didn’t dream about Rika. 

,,Mc, please, don’t destroy them…you will hurt yourself…let us talk…’’ he begged you. 

He didn’t knew how to react to you, you never behaved like this. 

,,Don’t dare, I WON’T!’’ you screamed. 

,,If I become like her, will you love me then?’’ you asked him with a scary voice as you approached him and scratched his arm with a fragment of the broken frame. 

Jihyun immediately flinched and went a few steps back, his eyes were filled with surprise, he didn’t knew what to do. 

,,Ah….what a pity….your mother died for you, huh? Such a vain…now I get why your father is like that.’’ you snapped at him, hitting his feelings really deep. 

You hated yourself for your words as you saw his wet eyes. 

When would he finally find happiness? 

When would he meet a healthy woman filled with love and happiness? Was this man cursed? 

But before you could care more you left the room, trying to get away from him.

To leave him alone with his thoughts about your ugly actions. 

You seemed to have done a good job because a few days later everyone from the RFA tried to contact you except for Jihyun. 

But unfortunately they were way too late. 

You crushed your phone and kissed with red lipstick the letter for Jihyun before you took a few sleeping pills too much. 

Your eyes slowly closed as you thought about the man you were leaving. 

You wouldn’t allow the illness to destroy you, in his mind you wanted to stay the beautiful girlfriend although you already lost this status for a long time. 

,,What?’’ Jihyun sobbed as he heard the news of your death. 

,,Yes, I’m sorry.’’ Jumin mumbled and looked at his best friend’s hand who had a big scar left. 

He hated you for your act but also was grateful that you left him without any more scars. 

Although the tall, black haired man didn’t know that you already left a scar on his friend’s heart. 

And so the young man was surprised to see Jihyun dead in the bathtub. 

,,Live for me, huh?’’ Jumin mumbled as he read your letter of good bye for Jihyun. 

The young man slipped at his glass and gulped the red fluid as he observed the place on his right. 

So, the two women he liked the most hurt him once again and even took his best friend from him, huh? 

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The Crow AU Chapter 2

Hey guys! I know that it has seriously been a long time since I have posted. I had a lot of personal stuff happen and I had to recover both physically and mentally. Thank you all who have welcomed me back with open arms. It is so nice to be surrounded by such a loving group of friends. Thank you so much for the support. 

This chapter is where I am going to be taking a few liberties with characters and plots. i hope you all like my changes even if it took me a year to get out ;;;

A special thanks to @reifromrfa for harassing to finish this chapter. <3 

Trigger warnings: NSFW, Sexual themes and content, adult language 

A lot of Angst.

Zen was filled with a new, raw energy as he roamed around the room in search of clues for MC. He began by searching through the dresser that was just to the left where he was sitting. Most of the drawers were pulled out and the contents were strewn across the floor. It was mostly just make up and nick knacks that must have been MC’s. 

But there was one drawer that was undisturbed. 

Zen eyed the drawer warily before he gripped the handle to yank it open. Everything he had touched so far had thrown him into a memory, so he was prepared to experience it whenever he touched anything in the apartment. He furrowed his brow as he mentally corrected himself.

His apartment. 

Zen continued to grip the drawer handle as he braced himself, but nothing happened. He stared down at the drawer as he waited for the vision, but it never came. Hmm. Zen shrugged and looked at the contents inside the drawer. It was just an old shoe box. 

He lifted it out of the drawer and opened it to see a multitude of pictures crammed into the box. He could almost hear her voice calling out to him as he stared at her beautiful face. He could see the sheer joy in her expression in all of the pictures he saw at the top of the stack. He could see the love in her eyes as she stared into the camera. She was radiant.

Even without any recollection of her, he could feel himself falling in love all over again.

He grabbed the box with care before he seated himself where he was originally seated. He knew that he needed to sit for whatever he was about to experience. He had to guess that the only objects that were going to trigger memories had to be deeply influenced by him or MC. He reached inside the box and picked up the first picture he saw of MC. 

She was sitting on a couch that he had never seen before, wearing a simple, blue sundress that came to her knees. Her legs were curled underneath her as her hand raised to wave at the camera. Her eyes were closed, laughing so hard from whatever she and the person behind the camera were talking about.

  This must have been before the two of them bought the apartment together. He did not recognize the room she was sitting in either. It looked too... tidy to be his own. He would assume his place would be a disaster. 

The moment his fingertips touched the front of the picture he blinked, and he was sitting right in front of MC holding a camera. He could not control his movements like before so all he could do was observe. But this was better than nothing. It felt as if MC was right there.

Just out of reach.

His surroundings felt too real as he sat there in front of MC. He could feel the texture of the chair he was sitting on. He could feel the weight of the camera in his hands. He could feel the slight gust of wind hitting his face from the ceiling fan.

It all felt so real, it was almost unbearable. 

He tried to force himself to get up from the chair to go to her, but he had no control over his body. Even though it felt like he did. He could even feel the vibrations laughter reverberating throughout his body. No matter how much he tried, he was stuck to the goddamn chair only feet away from MC. 

Zen’s former self looked down at the camera in his hands, requiring Zen’s gaze to lower as well. Zen let out a few choice words as he tried to force his gaze up so he could at least look at her. He felt like his time with her was running out. These memories were fleeting. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he could.

MC’s cheeks reddened at the affectionate pet name as she continued to gaze at him in thought, “I was thinking Hyun…” God. She was fucking adorable… “What if I begin to call you Ryu? Y’know since you have taken it upon yourself to start calling me jagiya.” 

Zen could hear the slight tremor in her voice as she asked him that question. Ryu? She wanted to call me Ryu? Zen could feel his heart rate pick up from the sudden question. He thought that he could not love the woman in front of him more that he did then.

He was wrong.

He was so moved by the question he hopped up from his chair and bounded over to MC in a few strides. Her eyes widened at his sudden movement. She let out a surprised yelp when he lifted her off the couch. Her feet dangled for a moment before she wrapped her legs around his waist to help support her weight.

Her warmth. That was all he could focus on. He felt like a man depraved of touch because all he wanted to do was touch her more. It was almost cruel because no matter how much he tried, he could not. He had to settle for only this. But it was like giving an addict a small dosage of the drug he was craving. Nothing would ever be enough when MC was concerned.

Especially when she was looking down at him with such love in her eyes. Her warm eyes. God, she felt so warm against him. He could feel her body heat through her sundress, her breath against his cheek as she continued to stare into his eyes. Her warmth was addicting. MC slowly lost her smile as she continued to stare down at him, her long lashes brushing her cheeks as she blinked. 

“Say that again.”

MC let out a giggle as she repeated in a more confident tone, “Ryu!” This is the closest Zen has been to her since he dragged himself out of that grave. He was going to take in every detail he could. This may be the last memory that he could experience. So, his eyes scanned her face as she lifted her hand to brush some strands of hair from his forehead. Her fingertips caused a shiver to travel down his spine.  

Before he could even process what was happening, his former self pressed his lips against MC’s. 

Oh my god…

Her lips felt so soft against his as she let their kiss linger. They stayed just like that for a few moments, lips merely touching. They were in no rush. They just wanted to take their time as they relished in the feeling of each other. Zen was the first to break under their kiss. 

He licked her lower lip, asking for permission to delve deeper. MC immediately opened her mouth to grant him access so her tongue could run along his. Zen couldn’t hold in the soft groan that escaped his lips as he felt MC’s tongue against his.

Zen could feel his insides stir as MC let out a soft content sigh from the contact. Zen couldn’t hold back the tears that were beginning to spill over in reality. This was all he wanted. A life with MC. A life where he could do this as much as he wanted with her. A life where he could see that smile of hers. Every. Fucking. Day.

Zen didn’t even realize that he had closed his eyes until they snapped open from MC pulling away from him. He could feel himself begin to ask if she was okay, but he is immediately silenced by her placing her fingers onto his mouth. Even contact with her like this made the tears flow harder down his face. 

“Ryu, I love you.”

As he was about to respond to her, he could feel the vision fading from around him. Her face was beginning to blur just as he felt her weight in his arms slowly disappear. Her warmth was slowly dying as he willed himself to try and grip her tighter. He needed to keep her in his grasp. 

No...No!

Please just a little longer!

But no matter how hard he tried to keep her with him, she was gone in an instant. His entire body felt numb from the chilling temperature in the apartment, but that was not the only reason. He no longer felt her warmth. He could only feel the picture that he was gripping in his hand as tightly as he could.

He looked down to his clenched fist and quickly opened it when he realized he was causing damage. The picture fell from his hand, onto the floor between his legs. There were creases marring the picture from where he had crumpled it. He stared down at the image as he tried to remember what her warmth felt like, but he could not. 

His eyes flew to the box in a desperate attempt to feel even more of her. That box had to hold at least 100 memories of her from the amount of pictures the two of them had taken. He reached inside without checking to see what picture he was grabbing. He didn't care what the memory was as long as she was in them.

He needed to know more. He needed to see more. He needed to feel more. He needed more. 

He sucked in a breath as he watched the apartment atmosphere become brighter in an instant. But he wasn’t sitting on the ground anymore. He was in the kitchen area of their apartment fixing a meal as he heard murmuring from the other side of the room. 

His former self grinned as he continued to fix the food, but he was trying to listen intently to what was being said. One of the voices was MC’s for sure, but the other voice was one he did not recognize. It sounded like a man’s voice. 

Zen could feel the growing irritation at the sound of the voice. Even though he didn’t have all of his memories of MC, he could still feel how possessive he was before. But his former self was at ease as he continued cooking. Maybe there was no reason to feel this way after all. 

Zen’s former self turned off the stove before he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He could feel the annoyance towards his hair because of it's weight and unnecessary length. Why in the hell is my hair this long anyway? Even with his hair pulled into a tight ponytail, he could feel how thick it was. 

Zen’s question was forgotten when his former self turned from the stove so he could move closer to the sound of the voices. Two people came into view as he approached the bed across the apartment. One of them was MC and the other was a young man with blonde hair. It was the man he had originally seen in the cemetery! He must have been close to the both of them when they were... alive. 

MC still looked just as beautiful even though he could only see her back from where he stood. Her hair was tied up so he could see the nape of her neck. He knew that he should focus on the young man in front of him to see if he could discover more, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her delicate frame. She was all he wanted to focus on. 

The two of them were speaking in hushed whispers as they leaned over to hide something from the kitchen's view. Zen could now hear the murmurs clearly as he approached them with calculated steps. He could hear the snap of a camera as MC whispered in a hushed tone, "See? Isn't it beautiful? I told you Zen has decent taste!" 

Zen could hear a strained giggle leave the blonde haired man as he whispered back to her, "Are you sure he picked it out and not a store clerk?" 

Zen felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation as he stopped walking and stood at the edge of the bed. The whispers ceased immediately when the two noticed a shadow was cast over them. There were a few moments of silence before the young man whispered even softer than before, "Do you think he heard me?" 

The young man jolted when he felt Zen's stern hand pat firmly against his shoulder. He looked up into Zen's gleaming eyes with a sheepish expression on his face, "C'mon, hyung! You have to admit that your fashion taste is pretty terrible."   

Zen could feel his blood pressure rise as the young man continued to laugh nervously under the intensity of his gaze. Zen was about to let him know exactly how great of a fashion sense he had but his voice died in his throat when he heard MC say in an amused tone, "Ryu, take it easy on him. If it weren't for me, you would have chopped off your hair long ago. You'd have a bowl cut." 

His eyes flicked to her bright ones as she continued in a humorous tone, "And you do wear the same three outfits consistently." 

The young man nearly choked on his laughter, but covered his lips when he saw the threatening glare in Zen's eyes. He looked back to MC and tried to hold his expression, but failed miserably. She knew that he wouldn't be mad for long. She reached out her small hand to poke his side teasingly as she chuckled at the defeated look on his face. 

Zen's former self tried to remain irritated, he really did. But the longer he looked at MC's angelic face and listened to the young man's nervous laughter, he decided he could forgive him. Zen's former self decided to give the two a smile before he finally looked down between them to see what in the hell they are even talking about. 

Zen felt the young man's shoulder relax under his touch but he barely registered it. All Zen could see was the wedding dress draped over the bed so MC could show it off. The tears that had just stopped began once again as he looked at the perfect white lace. It had a sweetheart neckline with long sleeves that he was sure would fit MC just right. The skirt looked like it was form fitting, but not smothering, from the way it was fanned out against the bed.  She even had the veil laid out beside it. 

It was a dress he could see himself wanting MC to wear. 

Fuck

Zen’s former self let out a content sigh as he looked at the dress strewn across their bed spread. He leaned his head over to rest on the top of MC’s head as he continued to observe the fabric. He felt at peace as he stared down at the promise of a happy future. 

But Zen knew that those feeling were transient, even if his body felt relaxed in the warm environment he was in. He knew. And that made it so much worse. Zen was brought out of his thoughts when he felt MC’s hand rise to gently touch his face, “How about you let Yoosung make the salad for a change. He’s actually quite competent in the kitchen.” 

Yoosung ... so that was the man’s name. 

He looked over to the young man to see his face beaming from the opportunity to use the kitchen, “Yeah, you forget that I used to cook for you when you were by yourself in that wreck of an apartment you had before, Hyun.” 

Yoosung got up from his spot so he could head to the kitchen. He looked at the couple as if he was contemplating something for a moment before he continued towards the kitchen. He called out over his shoulder, "Just for your lack of faith in me, I'm going to make dessert too!" 

Zen could hear him grumbling as he searched through their cupboards to find the exact cooking utensils he needed. He must have really been close to him if he knew where everything was stored in the kitchen. His former self sat down beside MC where Yoosung was sitting just moments prior. Zen leaned forward to press his lips against hers before he could mentally prepare for it. There it was again, her warmth. Then, all too soon, he pulled away. 

Zen was cussing to himself as he tried to force his former self to continue their kiss, even though he knew it was futile. God damn it. He had to try. He had to try to gain as much warmth from her as he could. What could he say? He had only experienced a few memories but he was already addicted to her.

  After he is removed from the memory, he desperately begins to reach into the box to experience his former life with MC. As soon as he was pushed from one memory he would reach for another. He experienced their clumsy first date at the bowling alley, the time that MC almost set their kitchen on fire, the nights he would have Yoosung over to watch reruns on TV into the early morning.

He was reliving his blissful mundane life with MC. 

And it was torture.

He had nearly gone through the pictures when he noticed that one of the pictures was flipped upside down with a date written on the back. He furrowed his brow as he inspected it. He reached in to flip it over so he could see the image, but is instead flung into another memory. 

He is overwhelmed by the sight underneath him. The warm light from the few candles lit in the room casts dancing shadows across her figure. He is straddling MC as she poses for him in only her bra. His former self runs his fingers over the lace that is barely covering her exposed chest. She arches her back slightly in order to feel Zen's fingers caress her. This was the first time Zen had seen her with her shirt off and he could not get enough of the sight. He notices her hooded gaze drink in his statuesque figure, since he is only in his boxers. She smiles up at the camera as Zen snaps the picture. 

Holy fuck.

She is gorgeous. 

“Now hold up your hand so I can see the ring. That's what this whole shoot was originally for.” 

Zen could hear the amusement in his voice as MC playfully held up her left hand to show off the ring that Zen had given her just a few hours ago. This is ... this was the night they got engaged. 

Zen ignores the pain in his gut as he watches the events transpire before him. He could feel the heat of her skin through his boxers while she adjusted herself underneath him, squirming in anticipation. He knew that this was just a memory, but her touch felt so real. So alive.  

He felt the guilt sink in as he closes his eyes and loses himself in the memory.

He watches her with an intense gaze as she slowly runs her left hand seductively down her bare skin, towards her dripping core. Zen shudders as he feels her right hand softly grazing up his inner thigh underneath his boxers. God, her touch feels so good. He lightly sets the camera down on the nightstand beside the bed. He needs to be closer to her. He needs to feel all of her. 

He slowly strokes his thumb across her bottom lip, trailing down until his fingers reach the valley of her breasts. He undoes the clasp and hisses in a breath as he reveals her beautiful form beneath him. She is peering up at him through her lashes, eyes begging him to take her. He leans down and lightly flicks the tip of her nipple with his tongue. She presses further into him as she lets out a soft moan. 

Her moan was more that enough to make his throbbing member press against her core. He could feel how wet she was through his boxers, which drove him mad. He needs to hear more of her sweet moans. He uses his free hand to skim up her abdomen and cup her other breast. His tongue swirls around the tip of her bud as he massages the other breast. He takes her beaded nipple into his mouth, nibbling lightly, eliciting another one of her glorious sounds. His mouth disappears, causing MC to make a sound of protest which turns into a gasp as he lightly blows on her hardening bud. She trembles beneath him.

Zen feels her soft hands on either side of his face as she pulls his head up so he can look at her. She gazes into his eyes and he feels that she is peering into his soul. He can feel a tightening in his chest as she breathes out.

I love you.

His former self tears up from the sheer intensity of his feelings towards. He could not believe that a woman as perfect as her could ever love a sinner like him. But. Zen could also feel the pain in his gut as he remembers that the beautiful woman in from of him was dead.

He whispers to her, "I love you too."

She pulls his face forward to give him a passionate kiss. He returns the kiss with fervor. He's never felt so intensely about anyone else. Just her. He has the desperate need to show her. He leaves a trail of kisses down her body as he gently removes her underwear. The sight of her dripping core causes him to pause.

She is so God damn beautiful. 

He wanted to bury himself inside of her. Completely. His boxers couldn't come off fast enough. A voice in the back of his head was warning him. Pleading with him not to relive this pain. He could feel himself slowly slipping away as MC's breath quickened in anticipation. He lowered himself between her thighs, tense from the suspense of feeling tight warmth around him. The voice in his head continued in desperation.

She's gone.

This isn't real.

Don't experience what you cannot experience again.

But he wanted this. He needed to feel everything about her. He was addicted to the feeling her of skin against his touch. He wanted more. He craved more. But before he entered MC's folds, he was jolted out of the memory. 

He is surrounded by the pictures he used to experience MC again. He could feel the moisture on his cheeks from the relentless tears caused by experiencing the love MC had for him. He lets out an anguished cry as he picks up some of the pictures in his hands and crushes them to his chest, desperate to feel the warmth of MC again. He needed her in his arms, but all he felt was cold. 

Dead. 

He cradles MC's pictures in his arms, continuing to sob until no more tears would come. He sits on the floor for sometime, replaying the memories of MC in his head. He is startled by the sound of the window opening. He stands up slowly to go investigate. Cautious.

He is met by a man standing in the room looking over the mess, left from that night. The man lifts his gaze to Zen as he says, "Are you done grieving yet?" 

"Yet? What the fuck do you mean? Who the fuck are you?" 

The man across from him gives a twisted smile as he says, "I'm here to ensure that you get revenge on those sick bastards that killed your wife." 

Zen looks at him in confusion as the strange man continues to speak. 

"My name is Vanderwood. It's nice to finally meet you." 

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Masterlist

[howsit-going-toend]

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 3

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,700+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 ... Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

It felt as though the entire planet had fallen off its axis while you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling fan, completely immobilized by the imbalance. You could feel your heart beating inside your ears, while you had to remind yourself of the need to blink.

There, on your phone screen, were the missed calls, voicemails, and unread text messages of Bobby, whom you had already expected to contact you once he and the rest of the members of iKon realized you weren’t at the show. But it was the other person whose number appeared that was truly capturing your attention, as they have done since the moment you met; Kwon Jiyong.

2 text messages and 3 missed calls belonged to him and they had you rendered completely catatonic. You couldn’t think straight long enough to even unlock your phone. Instead, you placed it face down on your chest while you continued to stare at the ceiling and took three deep breaths. The one person you’d successfully avoided and had only just begun to stop thinking about how they’d broken your heart so slowly and painfully, was attempting to contact you. As you breathed, you tried your best to mentally prepare for whatever awaited you behind the lock screen.

Your intuition told you that the remaining 13 missed calls, 9 text messages and all 5 voicemails belonging to Bobby were because you were certain he was the only member of iKon that had your phone number. You had a feeling the other members had pestered him to contact you to figure out where you were, as the number of notifications was quite surprising. Stalling on checking what Jiyong had to say, you temporarily regained control of your sanity and decided to listen to all the voicemails.

Your suspicions were confirmed as each voicemail played back with the sounds of 7 young men yelling over each other, attempting to take turns in asking where their favorite choreographer was. You could feel your heart start to melt as they managed to get a giggle out of you with their nonsense. But it wasn’t long before the guilt set back in. Especially once you heard the fifth voicemail from a very tired, most likely post-performance Bobby.  

“Y/N, we uh, just saw Parris and she told us you aren’t here. And that it had been actually decided a while ago. Sorry to bother you with all the messages and stuff. I’m sorry, I should have assumed you wouldn’t want to be here sine…yeah, I’m sorry again. Uh we’ll see you at rehearsal.”

You threw your phone down on the bed. The alcohol was still in your system and that was the only explanation you gave yourself for the tears that immediately proceeded to fall. The members of iKon surely had an amazing night regardless, but you know that you let them down. You should have just told them when you found out that you wouldn’t be there for them in person. You know that you should have.

As you took a few minutes to wipe your tears and think about the apology you would give them next week, the notification symbol above your messages redirected your attention to everything you’d been avoiding. With a deep breath, you decided to look at Bobby’s texts later and set your focus back on the three text messages from the man who once called you his.

Why would Jiyong try to contact you? The two of you haven’t spoken in nearly two months and he chooses tonight of all nights to call? The night that he and Yang are responsible for ruining? What if he had just been waiting to tell you how much better the show was without you there? He probably barely would have noticed a difference even if you had been there as his girlfriend.

He probably just needed some kind of YG pertinent information. Just business.

You restored balance to your mind by assuring his intentions were purely work-related and unlocked your phone to his messages in one quick movement, like a band aid.

J: Parris told us you’re not here? Is that true?

J: Well I didn’t see you at the stage rehearsal and you’re not in the lineup getting ready to go on right now so I guess it’s true.

J: I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this. I don’t know what happened but I’m so sorry, Y/N.

All you felt was anger. How could he sit there, contacting you for the first time in months, on this night and act like he’s not the reason behind your absence? He really had some nerve. You checked the timing on each missed call and realized they both had come in one after the other, just around the same time of CL and 2NE1’s stage; the one you were supposed to be on. In that moment, fingers moving faster than your mind could process, you tapped on the call icon next to Jiyong’s name.

Your heartrate increased with each ring as you silenced every voice urging you to hang up immediately and instead prepared to give him a piece of your mind.

“Y/N?” he answered with surprise evident in his voice.

“Oh try not to act too happy to hear from me, Jiyong. You’re really giving yourself away.” You regained control of your body and sat up in your bed. You’d been waiting nearly two months to address him about all of this and there was no way you’d hold back on the sass now.

There was a pause, while the phone line filled with silence. “…what?” he muttered, quite believably confused by your words.

“Don’t do this to me right now, don’t play that mind game. I talked to Yang last month and I know he didn’t make this move on his own. He hasn’t cared for how we are around each other in nearly two years, because he knows we’re both professionals, so why the hell would he care now? I know why. Because his precious child, G-Dragon, didn’t want to have to share a stage with me regardless of how badly I wanted this performance. Why has it always been about you and your career and your life? You know I had three stages tonight with my choreography featured? Yeah, it was great to have to watch it all from my living room couch, by the way. I should have known this would happen because you’ve alw-“

“Y/N!” Jiyong’s raised voice cuts you off as you realize he’d been trying to talk over you during the bulk of your rant. “Y/N please, will you just listen to me?”

“What? Why the hell should I listen to you right now? You don’t care about me, why should I care about you?”

“Y/N, I didn’t know, all right? Yang didn’t tell me anything about this. He’s been making some pretty shifty decisions recently that I don’t particularly agree with but this…Y/N please believe me, I had no idea. I thought you would be here and that I would see you. We’d been looking forward to this all year and yeah, I was nervous about seeing you again, but at the same time I was so excited…how could you think I would agree to this? I’ve always known how much it’s meant to you. You really must actually think I don’t care.” Jiyong’s voice trails off and the line fills with silence once more. You were speechless.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you still there?” he says after a few more moments of no answer.

“I have to go.” You say under your breath as you gaze forward at the door to your bedroom, gripping your phone tightly. Jiyong attempted to protest, but you hang up the phone before he could get out more than two words.

There was no processing this. Jiyong was a lot of things, but a liar was not one of them. Your cheeks reddened with embarrassment for allowing your liquid courage to get the better of you and vent so much to him. But your mind immediately focused on the bigger picture; it was all Yang.

Yang Hyun Suk had hired you after seeing you work with Parris Goebel after hours at your studio. Jiyong and you had been in a relationship for around six months at the time and he had spoken highly of you to his superior, knowing the amazing opportunity that could be presented to you. He had decided to contact the CEO and have him make a guest appearance to your private collaboration with the choreographer who had already worked successfully with other YG artists in the past. Minimal words were exchanged, but after seeing the two of you work and dance so well together, Yang hired you to choreograph alongside Parris and eventually hired you to work solo, as a permanent contributor to YG.

As a business man, Yang didn’t care at all for your relationship with his top artist. It grew difficult to hold your tongue around him on many occasions, as the two of you exchanged your share of harsh words over the past couple of years. The man who was feared by so many, was one of the only people you grew capable of sticking up for yourself around. That is, until he had delivered the biggest pill to swallow yet, concerning the MAMA’s. After hiring you to be a permanent choreographer, it was clear that he had thought highly of you.

But evidently, he did not respect you.

The following Monday, you walked into the YG building with the determination and focus equivalent to that of an Olympic diver. You passed several people you knew in the halls, greeting none of them, and made your way straight to the dance studios. You dropped your bag and immediately pulled your phone out to call the only person who’s been at the top of your mind for the past five days.

“Yes, Y/N?” Yang answered, with his usual tone of voice that sounded like you were already wasting his time.

“I need to speak with you when you are available.” You spoke the words as professional and straightforward as possible. He liked that.

“I’ll be back in my office at 5.” He hung up before you could even agree. He was making this easier than he knew.

You carried on the day like any other, and rehearsed with the groups of trainees on the choreography you’d taught them the previous week. Though you were looking forward to meeting with Yang and telling him exactly what was on your mind, you’d been anxious for 3 o’ clock as well.

B.I. led the members into the studio just in time for their usual rehearsal. You greeted them and their humorously pouty expressions, while you took your spot at the front in “I bet you’re wondering why I’ve brought you all here today” fashion.

“We thought you loved us Y/N!” Jinhwan was the more dramatic of the boys as he was the first to say something, but you could tell there was a light heartedness to his outburst. The other members laughed slightly as they waited for you to respond with an explanation.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you guys last Wednesday like I said I would be. Something came up that made for CEO Yang and me to agree that it would be best that I was not there. I wanted to tell all of you, but I didn’t want to add any kind of stress to your weeks leading up to the MAMA’s which were already stressful enough. With that being said, I still watched your performance from my living room and I want to say how incredibly proud I am of all of you. You guys absolutely crushed it. You’ve grown so much and it definitely showed on that stage. I wish I could have been there to accept a group hug from you all, but you should know that I was with you in spirit. You guys are going to do something truly amazing together and I can’t wait to see it all unfold. Thank you for letting me teach you this past year; it has truly been an honor.” You bowed and the boys all clapped and cheered dramatically.

“Yah, Y/N, why do you have to go and make this Monday so emotional!” Yunhyeong exclaimed while everyone else laughed.

“I’m sorry! Let’s get on with the rehearsal and run through the routines you’re incorporating into upcoming concerts.” And just like that, all the guilt that had been eating at you over the past month or so completely vanished.

As the two hours went by, you noticed that out of all the members, Bobby had been saying the least; which was very unusual for him. As rehearsal came to an end and you were thanking them each for a solid job, you decided to speak to him before your meet with Yang. Who cares if that man had to wait ten minutes?

“Hey, Bobby! Do you have a minute?” Almost to the door, he turned and nodded his head with a big smile on his face and walked over to your spot by the mirror.

While the other members filed out, Jinhwan yelled in your direction “Ooh Y/N! Did you like the texts Bobby sent you on Wednesday?”

You had completely forgotten about his texts that night. You’d opened the conversation but never read them because you had set your sights on reading Jiyong’s texts first. And you know what all happened after that.

“Yah! Shut up! She knows you and Chanwoo sent those! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Bobby yelled quickly in Jinhwan’s direction as he exited the studio, embarrassment clear in his voice.

“Oh man, I actually never got around to reading those, I’m sorry.” You said with a confused, but amused smile on your face.

“Sweet. Don’t!” Bobby smiled back and widened his eyes with fake seriousness. “So what’s up? What did you want to tell me?”

You’re not entirely sure why, but right then you told Bobby everything the happened for the MAMA’s. You told him about Yang calling you in his office in November, and about how you assumed it had been a plan between him and Jiyong. You also told him how you found out it was all Yang’s idea in the end.

Bobby’s face contorted into a look of anger that doesn’t often appear on him. “Are you serious? He changed it just so you wouldn’t perform? That’s bullshit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. You deserve to be on that stage just as much as anyone else does. Hell, more than some people.”

“Thank you for saying so. I really appreciate that. But I wanted to tell you about this, because I’m actually about to go meet with Yang right now.” You took a deep breath as you were about to say the words out loud that you had only thought to yourself every day until this very moment.

“I’m going to be putting my two weeks in for YG. I’m quitting.”

His face grew sad as he stared back at you, not knowing how to properly respond just yet. The two of you stood in silence for a moment until he cracked a small smile and put a firm hand on your shoulder. “You know what, Y/N? Good. You deserve to be respected for all the work that you put in. We’ll miss seeing you all the time. I know I’ll miss you. But if this is what will make you happy then do it. Just don’t be a stranger ok? Keep in touch.”

“Oh of course! We can still go out for lunch or dinner and hang out whenever just as we have been doing. I just won’t be your choreographer anymore. Thank you for understanding and supporting this. It helps. Now. If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to see the wizard.”

He laughed at your lame joke and put on that big smile that had grown on you over the past year. “Good luck and let me know how it all goes. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N!”

The two of you exited the studio and walked down the hallway in opposite directions. You got in the elevator and stood with your hands behind your back as you mentally prepared yourself in silence during the trip up.

As you exited the elevator and approached his office, you stopped in your tracks at the sound of voices. The sound of yelling voices. You leaned into the door to hear who was in there and couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips when you recognized who was having a shouting match with the CEO of YG.

Jiyong.