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soundsofcicadas · 1 year ago

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Swan Song, part one

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers

Count: 2697

Warnings: None

Synopsis: After an unexpected encounter with your childhood best friend Junhoe, years after drifting apart, your rekindled friendship blooms anew. However, life takes a turn when he asks you to pen an article for his upcoming wedding. As you become entangled in his personal life, your old feelings of love for him begin resurfacing and the concealed secret behind his decision to abandon his idol career is soon to be unveiled by you.

It was a dreary, rain-soaked afternoon and you found yourself carrying a couple of grocery bags, each lightly dampened by the persistent drizzle. The rain had already drenched your umbrella, rendering it almost useless. You let out a sigh and quickened your pace, hoping to reach your apartment before the rain grew heavier. Upon crossing the street, you noticed an old record store nestled between a quaint cafe and a cozy bookstore. You glanced up and saw its faded sign bore the name “Good Oldies,” and a sudden sense of nostalgia washed over you.

“Should I?” You asked yourself with some hesitation. You looked at the groceries in your hands for a moment before a faint smile appeared on your face. Despite them weighing you down, curiosity got the better of you.

You pushed open the creaky door of the record store. A soft bell tinkled above as you stepped in, greeted by the familiar scent of old vinyl and the gentle hum of music playing on a vintage turntable. Rows upon rows of vinyl records filled the store, their covers adorned with vibrant artwork and the promise of forgotten melodies. You set your grocery bags down and began flipping through the albums, each one a portal to a different era. Lost in the world of music, you finally settled on a Billie Holiday record, its cover portraying the singer’s side view posing behind a purplish background. As you held the record in your hands, your eyes caught a tall figure browsing by the “Rock” section in the next aisle. Aside from the cashier patiently waiting at the counter, only the two of you were the customers inside. You couldn’t help but stare at the mysterious man in front of you. He was wearing jeans, paired with a matching brown corduroy blazer and a baseball cap. You could see him picking up a Bob Dylan record and once he turned around, you glanced up to see his face clearly.

You froze, your eyes fluttered rapidly.

Even if you could only see half of his face, you surely recognized him. A jumble of emotions rushed through you—surprise, longing? A twinge of anxiety.

Is it really him? No, it’s definitely him! Should I approach him? What if he doesn’t recognize me?

Without further thought, you took a deep breath and cleared your throat. He was about to walk towards the counter when your voice broke through the soft veil background music in the sparsely populated store.

“Junhoe?” You called.

Junhoe halted and took a glimpse at you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Your heart sank, but you pressed on moving closely to him. “It’s me, y/n. We used to live next door to each other when we were kids.”

Junhoe turned to face you completely.

Familiarity dawned on him as he began examining the stranger before him—from the contours of your face to the soft curve of your cheeks. Your long ebony hair, still dampened from the rain. Your eyes were bright, widened in astonishment. You were wearing a long white sundress covered in an oversized baby pink coat, a Lady Satin album in your hands.

“Y/n?” He mumbled.

You were his childhood best friend, until he dropped out in middle school and left for the city to pursue his dreams. You were the one he promised to call and write but never did. When did he forget about you? He couldn’t even remember. Junhoe sifted through his forgotten memories of you and for some unknown reason, found comfort in recalling how you used to exude a carefree spirit when you were both young. You were one of the boys in the neighborhood and never changed your circle of friends, even when you all started attending school up to your adolescence. He fondly remembered how, during your escapades together, you would match your energy with him and the boys in the group effortlessly. Being the eldest among the six of them, you naturally assumed the role of an older sister. You became their protector against mean kids if any of them were bullied.

Junhoe’s gaze lingered on the subtle changes in your style, the way your clothing reflects your femininity. Your posture now carried a touch of maturity, but your features still looked youthful, untouched by the passage of time. Gone was the y/n who hunted for frogs and insects with him in her tees and chucks.

Junhoe noticed how he had almost gotten lost in his thoughts upon hearing you answer him excitedly with a “Yes, it’s me! I can’t believe it’s you.”

“I can’t believe it’s you too.” He responded to you with a warm smile.

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“You didn’t have to pay for it, you know.” You said shyly to Junhoe, pertaining to the album he bought for you from the record store. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you and Junhoe sat across from each other in a secluded corner of the coffee shop. The clinking of cups and hushed conversations along with the playing jazz melody formed as gentle backdrop to your reunion.

“It’s not free! You're paying for my coffee.” Junhoe teased, earning a laugh from you.

“You bet it’s my treat today!” You nodded with a grin. There was a brief pause when you added, ��Thank you Junhoe for coming here with me. I’m not taking too much of your time, am I?”

Junhoe shook his head. “Oh no y/n! I’m actually on vacation right now. I was here just a few days ago.”

So this is why he’s back. You mused.

Taking a sip from the hot caramel macchiato you ordered, you had a chance to observe Junhoe over the brim of your cup—the white undershirt suited his ensemble that day. You knew the baseball cap perched casually on his head was not just a simple accessory. It created a shield of privacy around him from the curious gazes of onlookers given the fact that Junhoe was still a celebrity. You didn’t mind ordering for him. You knew he wanted to pick a spot away from the prying eyes of customers, hence to where the both of you are now nestled. It offered a discreet setting to catch up after all those lost time. Junhoe peeked through the misty glass of the cafe’s window, where the rain seemed to have turned into light pattering before he glimpsed back at you.

“It’s been so long, y/n. I can’t believe we’re sitting here after all these years.”

You beamed at him and set your coffee down on the tabletop, “I know, right? Life has taken us on such different paths.”

Junhoe’s expression shifted, a hint of remorse tugging at his sharp features. “Y/n, I feel terrible for not keeping in touch, especially considering how close we were.”

Your gaze softened, but your smile was unwavering. “It’s okay, Junhoe. You were chasing your passion, and you built a new life for yourself outside this town. Not all of us were headed in the same direction anyway. It genuinely made me happy to see you thriving. I’ve always been proud of you, Junhoe.”

Your last statement piqued Junhoe's curiosity.

“Proud?” He repeated.

“How do I say this—” You tried to avoid looking at his face. Your sight dipping into the stain of your lipstick on the cup of your coffee as if seeking solace. You felt a pang of embarrassment tickling the edges of your consciousness, a quiet voice whispering the fear that your words might be misconstrued. You didn’t want him to think you were some sort of fervent, overzealous stalker. A faint blush tinted your cheeks. Your fingers fidgeted nervously with the fabric of your dress.

“I followed your journey as a singer Junhoe. Your rise to fame was like a whirlwind. Your voice was everywhere.” You divulged. “I even went to some of your concerts to be honest.”

Junhoe’s awe hung in the air from your confession, yet he held no judgement from it. He was grateful, flattered to say the least.

“I wish I had known that y/n. Thank you.” He said to you with care.

“But I’m definitely not a saesang or anything.” You reassured him with a nervous laugh. You didn’t dare to meet Junhoe’s eyes because sharing this information with him made you feel exposed, yet you continued, “You were the closest friend I ever had, and I guess I’ve always clung to the belief that your dreams would come true. Regardless of the passing years and not hearing anything from you, you still have a special place in my heart.”

Junhoe began to feel the weight of your words, a surge of sorrow and regret engulfed him. He reflected on how your connection with each other in the past was unbreakable. His inseparability with you was the envy of the other boys in your circle. You had always favored him, making your bond together a more special one. You stood by him, especially during his appearances in school talent shows and local town festivals. You consistently supported him to the point where you recorded his audition tapes sent to entertainment companies. Junhoe got accepted by YG Entertainment eventually, and your joy that day for him was immeasurable. You even brought the boys with you to accompany him on his first day of training to the company.

“I’m really sorry, y/n.” Junhoe stated, his face grim. “You know, during those years, I was so caught up with the hectic demand of my career. I lost contact with a lot of people, including you.” Junhoe was struggling to find the right words, knowing that they might come across as excuses for not reaching out for such a long time. Yet, they were the only words he could muster.

The fervent pursuit of Junhoe’s dream to become a singer resulted in his connections slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. The rigors of his training consumed his time and energy, leaving little room to see or talk to his circle of friends. Gradually, Junhoe started living at the company’s dormitory which made him more detached from them. Their relationship began to fray due to his lack of communication—the letters he’d forgotten to read, calls gone to voicemail and most importantly, the highlights of the lives of his friends he missed out on knowing and witnessing, causing both sides to finally dwindle into silence. As Junhoe marched toward his debut, the overwhelming preparation and anticipation completely absorbed him. The spotlight of the stage beckoned, and the weight of his ambition denied him the opportunity to look backwards. The vortex of his rise to fame kept him farther from his roots. Recording sessions, photo shoots, TV appearances and tours became the center of his everyday life. It cast him into a turbulence of events that seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. The adoration of fans, the flashes of cameras and the cheers of crowds all consumed his focus. The memories of his friends back in his hometown became a blur, their faces fading like distant constellations in the night sky.

The realization of how you held onto your belief that he would achieve his aspirations, had affected Junhoe in some kind of way. Your persistence in tracking his path as a singer astounded him. He was profoundly moved how you cherished your friendship after such a long period of being apart.

However, at that exact moment, a haunting thought emerged within Junhoe, creeping into the recesses of his mind like an uninvited guest. In your presence, a world he had thought he’d left behind reignited, casting a shadow of pain over him. A bittersweet memory of a dream that had once been within his grasp, disappeared as swiftly as a fleeting breath.

You returned your attention back to Junhoe. It was not your intention to cause him any negative feelings.

“Please don’t feel bad, Junhoe.” You pleaded. “We were kids, and circumstances changed. I never held it against you.”

Junhoe had somehow found consolation in your words, although a subtle ache still persisted beneath the surface.

“Thank you, y/n. That means a lot to me.” He said sincerely.

“I know this may sound too much Junhoe, but I knew then you were destined to be a singer. You weren’t meant to be stuck in this town like me.” You declared. “That’s why it made me sad when you retired from music. You were at the peak of your career, but I truly get it and I still support you pursuing other things.”

Junhoe leaned back in his chair and looked at the momentarily forgotten coffee on the table, as if searching for the right answer. He was torn between vulnerability and a desire to protect the fragile facade he had built. He wrestled between overwhelming emotions, a torrent of memories he had forgotten now resurfacing. A cascade of what-ifs and maybes flooded his mind, reminding him of the dreams he had once harbored.

Junhoe offered a fleeting smile, a fragile acknowledgment that your words touched a chord within him. But he remained guarded, his response veiled by the walls he had erected to secure himself from the agonizing truth he had long concealed.

“You’re kind to say that.” Junhoe murmured softly, his gaze now meeting yours. His voice carried a weight of both resignation and yearning, a silent plea for understanding. It was a response that revealed the depth of his struggle, a battle between the echoes of his dreams and the reality he had come to accept.

“I’m into writing poetry now, y/n. I’ve published a few books and it’s been therapeutic for me.” Junhoe revealed. “I guess, I’m still part of the music industry. I occasionally produce music for my fellow artists.”

“That’s amazing Junhoe!” You responded, providing him with warm encouragement. “It’s incredible how you continue to explore and evolve as an artist. I wasn’t lucky to obtain a copy of your last book though, it got easily sold out!”

Junhoe appreciated your attempt to inject a lighthearted laugh into the conversation, as a means to thaw the seriousness of it. But talking about himself had begun to tire him out, prompting him to steer the discussion to you.

“Enough of me y/n, how have you been?” Junhoe asked. “Are you still friends with Hanbin and the other boys?”

“Me? Oh, I��m also a writer like you, but it’s for a local lifestyle magazine.” You shared; your voice laced with enthusiasm as you seamlessly followed along with his transition of topic. “And yes, I’m still friends with the boys. Hanbin now teaches elementary school kids. Would you believe that?”

“Wow! Really?” Junhoe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yeah. Yun works as a master chef at a fancy hotel in Seoul. As for Jiwon, he has his own family already. Him and Dong both resided in the US after graduation, but they live in different states. Dong has his own dance studio somewhere in LA.”

A comfortable atmosphere began to envelop the two of you, and Junhoe felt his shoulders visibly relax as he listened to your stories about your childhood friends. It offered a refreshing change from his life in the spotlight. Engaging to hear every detail of their lives, he couldn’t help but recognize how much he missed them and how happy it made him that they were all doing so well through the years.

Until a specific event sparked in Junhoe’s mind, inspiring him to extend an invitation to you. He saw this as an opportunity to keep the rekindled connection you both shared, a bond he was determined not to let fade away as he had done in the past.

“Y/n, would you be interested in joining me for an art exhibit tomorrow night? Feel free to bring Hanbin and your other friends as well, if you like.” Junhoe asked you excitedly.

A glint appeared in your eyes upon hearing the kind gesture. “I would love to Junhoe! That’s wonderful because I like art a lot.”

“That’s great, y/n! I’ll text you the address.” Junhoe replied cheerfully, looking forward to seeing you again.

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noona-clock · 2 years ago

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The Flight Attendant - Part 6, Final Chapter

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,580

"What should I get?" you inquired, lowering your voice as much as humanly possible so only Yunhyeong could hear you. Even though you were a tourist and this was your first time here, you didn't exactly want it to be obvious. The restaurant was tiny enough that eavesdropping was inevitable, but you could at least try to keep your conversation contained to your charming table for two.

"I had the Quiche Lorraine last time, and it was fantastic," Yunhyeong replied, his eyes still surveying the menu. "But this is absolutely one of those places where there are no wrong choices."

You nodded silently, biting the inside of your cheek as your gaze flitted back and forth between the menu and your dinner date -- partner. Sorry. Dinner partner sitting across from you.

"And," Yunhyeong continued, his grin peeking through in his voice when he spoke. "We can actually order alcohol this time."

You knit your brows in confusion, letting your eyes settle on him for more than a half-second. "What do you mean?"

Yunhyeong's smile grew just a fraction wider before he gently set down his menu, crossed his arms over the marble top of the table, and leaned toward you. (To put into perspective just how small the table was, by the way -- his cologne was now invading your sense because he was so close to you.)

"Remember your first day on the job?" he began, murmuring like he was revealing some confidential information.

You nodded, resisting the urge to copy his movements and lean in yourself.

"We were on the flight together, you had your nose pressed to the taxi window all the way into the city, we had a meal together -- just like today. But a year ago, we couldn't order any Sake because you had another flight later that day. Today, we can," he told you earnestly, though he ended his sentence with a blink-and-you-missed-it wink.

"How do you remember all that?" you whispered, frankly a bit flabbergasted that his memory was so good.

Yunhyeong simply shrugged before lifting his hand casually to wave over a server.

"Une bouteille de vin, s'il vous plait. Chateau Cos d'Estournel," he requested once the server arrived, the language flowing beautifully from his lips.

"Oui, Monsieur," the server muttered with a nod before turning on their heel and dashing elegantly toward the back of the restaurant.

You honestly weren't quite sure what to make of all this. First, Yunhyeong had arranged for you to fly to Paris as a friend-aversary gift. Second, he had told you that you look fantastic. Third, he had remembered virtually every detail of the first day the two of you had met. Fourth, he had just ordered a bottle of wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.

"What kind of wine did you order?" you asked after clearing away the anxiety stuck in your throat.

Yunhyeong shot you a smirk, one so pleased and adorable that the anxiety you'd just cleared away came back with a vengeance. "Only the best," he replied.

Correction: he had just ordered a bottle of the best wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.

The server returned, bottle and glasses in hand, only a couple of minutes later, deftly setting the wine glasses down in front of each of you and pouring the dark red liquid expertly.

"Merci," Yunhyeong murmured as the server left the bottle on the bottle on the table. "Encore quelques minutes avant de commander, s'il vous plait."

Again, the server nodded, turned on their heel, and dashed away.

Before you got the chance to ask what he'd said, Yunhyeong reached for his glass, lifting it gently by the stem and locking eyes with you. "To a full year of working together and, more importantly, being friends. And to, hopefully, many more to come. Many, many more," he toasted with that sparkle in his eye you knew so well.

"Many more," you managed to say, clinking your glass with his before surreptitiously taking a rather large gulp. After setting your glass down carefully, you pushed your chair back from the table. "I will -- oh, god, that wine is delicious. I just need to powder my nose, I'll be right back. If the server returns while I'm gone, I would like the boeuf bourguignon."

"Mm, yes, of course, go ahead," Yunhyeong replied quickly, his eyes on you as you swerved around the table to get to the restroom.

The second you ducked into the minuscule cubicle labeled Toilettes, you closed and locked the door behind you and slid your phone out of your pocket.

You had no time to think about time zones, and the person you were calling kept a very irregular schedule anyway; he could be awake at any hour of the day.

After three and a half rings, your heart racing the whole time, the line clicked, and you heard a somewhat sleepy "Yo," in your ear.

"Jae," you whispered. "I need to talk to you."

"...Where are you, and why are you whispering?"

"It doesn't matter. I mean, where I am does matter. I'm in Paris, and --"

"Dude, in Paris?! Since when?!"

"Since today, and that's part of it."

"Part of what?"

"Just let me explain!"

"Okay, okay, I'm listening."

You took a deep breath, hoping to calm your nerves so you could tell him everything without skipping any important detail. "You know my co-worker, Yunhyeong, right?"

"The dude you had a crush on for --"

"We're friends, okay," you interrupted. "But, yes. That one. Well, he surprised me by changing my schedule behind my back so we could fly to Paris and stay here for a few days. Because it's our friend-aversary -- he said that, not me. He literally used the word 'friend-aversary.' And he's taken me to this little restaurant by our hotel, and it's super romantic and charming, and he told me I look fantastic, and he mentioned something about him being incredibly less attractive than me, and he ordered their best bottle of wine, and he made this toast that was like 'to one year of friendship and many more to come. Many, many more.' And I just -- I don't know what to think."

Jae was quiet for quite a while, and you knew that meant he was thinking.

"I mean..." he began after almost half a minute. "I think you do know what to think, Y/N."

"...I do?"

"Mhm."

You knew what you wanted to think. You wanted to think that Yunhyeong was actually being more than friendly. You wanted to think he was flirting with you.

"But he's a naturally friendly kind of guy," you explained. "He's super charming and outgoing, and everyone likes him. That kind of guy."

"Have you ever witnessed him flirting with someone?" Jae asked patiently.

"...I don't think so."

"Has he ever talked to you about anyone that he's romantically interested in?"

"...No."

"And when I have been romantically interested in someone, have I talked to you about it?"

"...Yes. But that's different --"

"It's not different. I talk to you about that kind of stuff because I don't feel that way about you. No offense."

"None taken," you answered without missing a beat.

"But," Jae continued. "If I did feel that way about you, there's no way I would tell you about other people I'm interested in. Probably because I wouldn't be interested in other people, just you. This is purely hypothetical, by the way."

"Yeah, I know," you huffed, doing nothing to hide your annoyance. That's just the kind of relationship you had with Jae -- the two of you could be completely honest with each other. No holds barred, no hard feelings. "So... you're saying the reason he doesn't talk to me about that is because... he likes me?"

"I mean, it's not a foolproof theory, but I would say it's highly likely."

You stood there, blinking for a few seconds without replying. And then, "...So, what do I do?"

"I dunno, man."

"What do you mean you don't know?!"

"What do you want to do?!"

"I don't know!"

"Do you like him?"

"I've spent the past several months pretending I don't, but yes. I do."

"Then just tell him. Or ask him. Bring it up."

"But what if --"

"'What ifs' will ruin your life, Y/N," Jae scolded. "You either need to tell him, or you need to let it go. And if you don't decide tonight, you're going to let it distract you from having an amazing time in Paris."

You almost wanted to curse him for knowing you so well.

"What does your gut tell you?" he asked.

It seemed cheesy, but in order to answer his question, you closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. And you listened.

Yunhyeong was a friendly person, there was no doubt about that. He greeted everyone with a smile. He was helpful to everyone. He was, quite literally, the perfect Flight Attendant. But... there was something about that sparkle. The sparkle in his eye you knew so well -- remember that? You had always thought it was just his adorably mischievous side coming out, but... what if you were wrong.

What if that sparkle was just for you? And what if you knew it so well because he'd liked you this whole time?

The more you thought about it, the more you knew Jae was right.

You wouldn't come out and tell him that, of course, but he was right.

"My gut tells me that I need to tell him," you finally said, your voice soft but sure.

"Then go for it, my dude," Jae replied with an obvious smile.

His smile was contagious, and the corners of your lips curved up. "I will. Thank you."

"It's what I'm here for. And also poke bowl cravings. I'm here for that, too."

"Of course," you chuckled. "All right, I'm going to go back out there. Wish me luck."

"You don't need it," Jae assured you before he hung up.

After sliding your phone back into your pocket, you smoothed down the front of your trousers, tugged at the shoulders of your shirt, let out a quick exhale... and opened the door.

"I'm so sorry about that," you said, chuckling breathlessly as you took your seat at the table once again.

"No, not at all," Yunhyeong grinned. "I just ordered a couple of minutes ago, so you didn't miss anything. Except my expert French."

"I am only letting you order when we go to eat somewhere, by the way." You returned his smile, picking up your wine glass and taking a sip -- not a gulp this time.

"Well, who am I to say 'no' to you?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you took that as your queue to actually go through with what you'd talked about on the phone with Jae.

"Can I..." you began, trying to maintain eye contact with him but finding yourself glancing at your wine glass. "Ask you something?"

Yunhyeong's brow furrowed gently, and he tilted his head the tiniest bit. "Of course."

"Is... this... a date?"

Four words had never been so nerve-wracking to say.

"Well, yes, of course, it is," he replied without hesitation. "It's our --"

"Friend-aversary," you finished for him. "But I mean... not a friend date. Like... a real date?"

Okay, those were the most nerve-wracking words you'd ever said.

Yunhyeong's expression immediately softened, but you couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He no longer looked curious or confused, and you kind of felt like he should be?

Unless... he wasn't confused about the answer or curious why you'd asked.

"I..."

It seemed like an eternity before he continued on, though in reality, it was but a few moments.

"...Would like it to be. If you feel the same."

And Jae was right again.

You shifted in your seat, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into a grin. "I do, actually."

"Really?" Yunhyeong sighed. He reached one hand out, covering your fingers with his and gripping them.

When you nodded in response, Yunhyeong let out another sigh, hanging his head briefly before lifting it up to lock his gaze on you. "I've been wanting to go on a date with you for a long time," he admitted, though he certainly didn't sound shy about it.

"A long time?!" you laughed incredulously. "I've liked you for a long time!"

Yunhyeong quirked a brow at you. "...How long is long?"

"As long as possible. Since the first day. Remember how I kissed you on the cheek? I thought that was a pretty big giveaway that I was interested, but you didn't do anything about it, so I just thought we were going to be friends."

As soon as you'd said 'the first day,' Yunhyeong's jaw had dropped. And somehow, he even managed to make that look attractive.

"The first -- But I thought you were just thanking me!"

"...With a kiss on the cheek?" you chuckled.

"Well, yeah! Obviously! I didn't know it meant anything other than that!"

You lifted your other hand and placed it atop his, sandwiching his hand between your own. "For someone who always knows exactly how I'm feeling, how did you not pick up on that?" you asked, only slightly teasing.

Yunhyeong let out a huff and rolled his eyes at himself. "Let me tell you, I have never been able to pick up on cues like that. Not once in my life have I ever known when someone was flirting with me."

So, all this time... if you had just expressed your interest to his face...

Jae's words on the phone not ten minutes ago echoed in your head: What ifs will ruin your life, Y/N.

"Well," you said," picking up his hand and placing a soft, lingering kiss on his knuckles. "Just so you know, this is me flirting with you."

Yunhyeong threw his head back laughing, and you didn't care that all of the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look. You simply beamed over at him, stretching your legs out to tangle your ankles with his under the table.

Once the echo of his laughter faded away, he squeezed your hand and gazed at you with the most heart-wrenching smile. "I won't lie, I was wondering if you were going to figure it out."

"Figure what out?"

"Paris, the restaurant, the wine, the toast... I didn't think I was being subtle."

"No, you weren't," you chuckled. "Which is why I had to go to the toilettes and call Jae to ask his advice."

"That's what you were doing?!"

You nodded, your chuckle gently evolving into a laugh.

"Well," he said, his thumb skimming over the back of your hand. "Remind me to thank him when we get home."

You nodded once more, but his words -- as dumb as it sounds -- reminded you that you were, indeed, not at home. You were in Paris.

With Yunhyeong.

You were in the City of Love with someone you -- well, you didn't love him in that way right now, but you could certainly see yourself getting there one day.

Maybe even one day soon.

...This was going to be the best layover ever.

Author's Note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! I know it's been a long, long, long time since I've posted any new fics, so I'm so grateful for anyone who has stuck with me. I can't promise I'll be posting on a more regular basis, but I can promise that I will try! 💜

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haveanotherkpopblog · 2 years ago

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The Nutcracker Suite

Part V: The Mouse King's Castle

Pairing: Ju-ne/Koo Junhoe x You

Genre: Angst, Ballet!AU, Fluff, Regency!AU

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: N/A

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The Mouse King’s castle stood tall and proud. Towers made of polished, white marble stretched towards the sky. The walls were long and made of stone. There wasn’t much else to see from the south side of the castle. That must be why they never showed the back of castles in fairy tales. Mouse soldiers walked around the perimeter, spears clutched in their paws.

The group had ducked into the woods, making sure to stay out of the mice soldier's line of sight. They tied the horses to a tree, making sure they didn’t run off again. General Hanbin pulled out the map that the Sugar Plum Fairy had given them. He placed it down on the ground, securing it with some nearby rocks.

“Okay, the Sugar Plum Fairy said that there was a secret entrance a few yards away from the south wall. There, we’ll enter into a secret passageway hidden within the castle walls. She marked the path to take that will lead us to the north side of the castle. Somewhere there is his royal treasury. We should find the egg somewhere there.”

“Should? Are we not certain that’s where the egg is?” Y/N said.

“The Sugar Plum Fairy hasn’t ever seen the egg or inside the castle,” Lieutenant Donghyuk explained. “She did her best to try and remember what the Mouse King’s said before. She helped us the best she could.”

General Hanbin rolled the map up before returning it to his sack. He slung it over his shoulder, making sure it was secured before leading the group away from the woods. They had to back-track slightly before the general led them down a steep hillside. The Uncrossable Seas were next to the hill, its waters sloshing along the grass. Next to the hill was a curtain of vines and leaves.

The General pushed the curtain aside to reveal a dark and damp tunnel. Ju-ne took Y/N’s hand as they entered the tunnel. It was dark--dark and quiet. The only sound was the ocean outside, and their footsteps as they stepped on the soaked, moss covered ground. The air around them was thick as they continued through the tunnel.

“Be careful,” General Hanbin called back. “We should be coming up to the secret passageway soon.”

And they were. Soon the soft moss ground changed to hard stone. The air was no longer thick with moisture, but thick with dust. The ocean sounds faded into a deafening nothingness. Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls--the only source of sound outside their breathing. Torches lined the walls, lighting the group’s way. Ju-ne kept a firm grip on Y/N’s hand, looking back once in a while to make sure she was still there with them.

Up ahead of them was a dead end. Lieutenant Donghyuk went to the front of the group, placing his ear against the wall. He knocked on the stones in a few different places before stepping back. Ever so carefully he pushed on one side of the wall. With a loud groan, the wall began to slowly spin, revealing the inside of the castle.

The group rushed through the entrance before the wall fell back into place, as if it had never been touched. The inside of the castle was exactly as you’d expect a castle to look. Soft carpets covered the floor under them. Priceless nicknacks were strategically placed on tables along the hallway. Paintings of kings and queens of old covered the walls. Gas lanterns gave the hallway a dim glow. The only thing missing was the servants and courtiers, but Y/N supposed the Mouse King had gotten rid of them.

“Okay, there’s two main corridors on the north side,” General Hanbin said, pulling the map from his sack. “We’ll divide into teams of two, then search for the egg. We’ll meet back here once we’ve finished searching. If none of us have found it, then we’ll have to search the entire castle. Understood?” Everyone nodded. “Excellent. Lady Y/N and the Nutcracker will take this corridor, Lieutenant Donghyuk and I will take this one.” General Hanbin put the map back in his sack before turning to the Lieutenant.

The four split up and went their separate ways. Ju-ne and Y/N went down their corridor, poking their heads into the different rooms. Most were empty bedrooms, cabinets, and bathrooms. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, turning this way and that. The doors became fewer and fewer the further they went along.

At one point there was a split in the corridor. One could either continue to go straight, or venture off towards the left. Ju-ne and Y/N stopped, looking down both hallways. They both appeared identical from a first glance. They needed to check every room they could, but going together would take too much time. The longer they remained in the castle, the more likely they were to be caught.

“You take the corridor on the left. I’ll continue straight,” Y/N said, glancing at Ju-ne briefly before she started walking. He barely caught her wrist and pulled her back to him. He stared down at her, eyes focused on her, reading her. Y/N felt her heartbeat pick up the longer he stared at her. He seemed to have that effect on her, making her sweat and heat up. In fact, it actually infuriated her how good he was at leaving her head in a blissfully fuzzy state of being.

“Absolutely not,” he finally said. He was also very good at telling her “no”. She pulled her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest. “If something happens to you and I’m not there I--” He struggled to finish his sentence, staring at her hopelessly. “We need to stay together.” Y/N’s gaze softened slightly. She could never find it in her to be in a sour mood when those big, brown eyes were staring at her.

“I understand your concern, but if we don’t split up, we’ll be here forever. Then we shall most definitely be caught. No, we must split up. Once we’ve checked all the rooms, we’ll meet right back here. Okay?” Ju-ne looked like he wanted to argue, but one look from Y/N had him nodding his head in agreement. She smiled triumphantly before continuing, alone, down the corridor.

The longer she traveled alone, the more paranoid she began to feel. She tried not to look at the paintings that lined the walls. Every time she glanced up, it was like those black, unmoving, abysses were staring down at her. She swallowed thickly, wrapping her arms around herself. She took deep breaths, letting her mind focus on everything else.

Domestic thoughts began to take over her head. Thoughts of Sunday morning brunches, picnics in an amazing and lucious garden, reading as it poured outside, and even thoughts of children. These were thoughts she rarely had, unless she was reading a rather romantic book, but they floated around in her head nonetheless. And they all circled around one individual.

Up ahead, at the very end of the corridor, was a singular door. The corridor ended with the room. There were no other hallways to turn down or rooms to explore. Y/N’s steps seemed to slow down the closer she got to the door. Her breathing became shallow as every part of her being became hyper aware of everything around her. Only when she was right outside the door did she finally stop.

The door seemed to loom over her like a shadow. It both beckoned and cast her away. She turned around briefly, pondering if she should walk away. She shook the thought from her head. Everyone was counting on her: the Sugar Plum Fairy, Jiwon, Jinhwan, Lieutenant Donghyuk, General Hanbin, Ju-ne… Pushing her own selfish thoughts aside, she slowly turned the door knob.

The door swung open with a surprising amount of ease. It was completely dark inside--dark and quiet. Ever so slowly, Y/N stepped in, leaving the door ajar to cast some light in the room. It looked like an office of sorts. There was a long table with a chair at the end, closest to Y/N. In fact, that’s all there seemed to be in the mysterious room. She frowned, her body slumping slightly. Something felt wrong. There was something in Y/N’s mind telling her this was wrong, but she couldn’t figure out why.

Slam!

Turning around, Y/N found herself in complete darkness. She rushed back to where the door had been, but she couldn’t seem to find a door handle. Panic filled her as she tried to look around the room, yet no matter how long she stared, her eyes couldn’t seem to adjust. She began to bang on the door, calling out for help.

“They aren’t going to hear you.” Each word was drawn out unnecessarily as, ever so slowly, light began to fill the room.

She kept her face towards the wall, her spine straightening. Her hands rested flat, as her eyes remained downcast. She knew that voice. Slowly she turned around.

The Mouse King sat at the other end of the table, his small crown atop his head. His elbow rested on the arm of the chair as the magic sceptor laid on the table in front of him. He was staring at her, but his gaze almost seemed bored. As if her being here was nothing more than a dip in his day.

“Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair in front of her. She sat down, keeping her eyes trained on him. Her breathing was steady, but her heart pounded in her chest. She wondered faintly if he could hear it. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. “Remarkable.”

“Excuse me?” Her voice was clear and sharp.

“Remarkable. Don’t think I forgot our last encounter. The bump on the back of my head is a constant reminder of who you are.” He winced slightly. She smirked, watching as he stood from his chair, swiping the scepter off the table. “You and I have quite a few things to discuss, Lady Y/N.”

“How do you know my name?” she inquired, standing up. They slowly began pacing around the table, eyes locked. He chuckled slightly, shaking his long head. “Do I amuse you, your Majesty?”

“Not particularly. But she does.” He waved the scepter, and an image of the Sugar Plum Fairy appeared. She was pacing the length of her room, clearly frustrated. “She still thinks that I can’t see her, as if her magic can hide her from me.” He waved and the image disappeared. He turned back towards Y/N. “As I said, you and I have quite a few things to discuss.”

“That we do,” she conceded. “For starters, that doesn’t belong to you.” She watched as he went to the nearby fireplace, using it to start a roaring fire. The flames danced across his face as a stoic look took over.

“No, it does not,” he agreed. “It belonged to the Emperor, and in his absence, it belongs to his son. Your precious nutcracker.” The Mouse King shook his head and let out a deep sigh. “You must understand, I am not the bad guy.”

“You think so? From where I’m standing, you seem to fit the role quite well,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes. I suppose she has painted the image perfectly. Evil and power-hungry. Nothing is more convincing than taking your own traits and projecting them onto someone else. Especially when that other person is innocent and doesn’t see what’s going on.” He turned to her, paw clenched around the scepter. “I would like to tell you a story, Lady Y/N.”

“Why should I listen to a word you say?”

“Because if you ever wish to see your nutcracker again, you’ll sit and listen.” His voice was calm, but his black eyes flashed red, causing her to take a couple steps back. Surprised, she sat down, but her eyes stayed on him and her body was rigid.

“Not too long ago, the Emperor announced that he would no longer be ruling over us, that his time as the emperor had passed. His power would be passed down to his heir, and everyone was apprehensive. The Prince was aloof and politically inept, but we couldn’t disobey the Emperor. Until the Prince was of proper age, the reigning Sugar Plum and I were to keep order amongst the empire.

“The Sugar Plum Fairy grew impatient. I tried to talk with her, to get her to see reason, but she refused. I could tell she was growing too fond of her temporary power. Maybe if I had voiced my concerns, things wouldn’t have progressed the way they did.

“I happened to be wandering the palace late one night, unable to sleep, when I noticed the Prince’s door ajar. I stepped inside to find the Sugar Plum Fairy standing over him as he laid fast asleep. I shall spare you any more details.

“I had forced her out of the palace and seized the scepter from her. What I hadn’t realized was that while I was busy holding in my concerns, she had convinced the courtiers and servants that I craved the crown myself. That being a reigning Lord hadn’t been enough for me. I, unfortunately, only cemented her words when I threw her from the palace.

“I knew that, given the chance, she’d go after the Prince. To keep him safe, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned him into a nutcracker and sent him far away, claiming he had perished. What I hadn’t expected was for him to fall into the lap of a girl. I hadn’t expected him to find you, but maybe now things can be righted.”

“What makes you think I’d believe a word you said?” Her heart was pounding in her chest as she listened to him.

“Why did you take the key from her room?”

A small gasp left her mouth as she fought the urge to reach for it. They watched each other for several minutes. There was conflict inside her. After all, what he said was completely plausible. On the other hand, as he had said himself, nothing is more convincing than taking your own traits and projecting them onto someone else.

He lifted the scepter above him, and the one thing she’d been looking for appeared on the table before her. It was a small, ornate egg, covered in gold and precious gems. Her mouth fell open as she stared at it. There it was, the one thing she needed to defeat him and return home, just within reach, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to grab it. She glanced over to him.

“Take it,” he said, waving the scepter again so the door reappeared. “Take it to Ju-ne.”

She snatched the egg off the table and ran out the door, nearly collapsing in the hallway. When she turned around, the door was gone. Her hand went to her pocket, where she could feel the outline of the key. She let out a breath, placing the egg into the pocket of her dress skirt.

She made her way through the castle, back to where she and Ju-ne agreed to meet. She waited for a few minutes, but after a while, it seemed like he wasn’t coming. Curiously she went in search of General Hanbin and Lieutenant Donghyuk, yet where everyone agreed to meet, they couldn’t be found. She nearly smacked herself in the face. Of course the Mouse King had been distracting her.

She blew out a puff of air and began her search of the castle. She went through many corridors, yet they all seemed to lead back to where she started, but even after a while she couldn’t remember where she started. Everything seemed the same and yet nothing was familiar. Paintings seemed to move and doors disappeared as soon as you turned.

She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. She had to think of something before it was too late. She scooted over to the nearby wall and pressed her ear against it. She slowly lifted her hand and began knocking various places.

Further down than where she’d been sitting, where she knocked sounded hollow. Summoning all her might, she shoved her shoulder into the wall. It swung with surprising ease and she tumbled into another area of the castle.

No more endless halls, she came to a second floor with a railing that peered down. Looking down she saw two mouse guards in front of a door. She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking around. She walked along the railing until the room was below her and she could no longer see the soldiers.

What she did see was a solution. Taking a pin from her hair, she crouched down to undo the lace of her boot. She tied each end of the lace to a pole along the railing. She placed the pin in the center and aimed for a vase in the opposite room. She exhaled softly, letting the pin go. It flew, knocking the vase off the shelf and drawing the soldiers away. She ran to a nearby velvet drape and slid down it. She shook her rug burned hands and quickly stepped into the room, being sure to shut the door quietly.

Her face fell as she discovered the room was empty. Her shoulders slumped as she backed herself against the door. Fooled, once again. She wanted to shout. What was the point of placing guards in an empty room? To trick her of course. Now that she was in the room, she either had to stay or risk being caught by the guards.

She pushed herself away from the door. There had to be a way out, like in the hallways. After all, that was his game: rats in a maze. She went to walk to the other side of the room and fell backwards. She rubbed her forehead, reaching a tentative hand out.

There was an invisible wall before her, cutting the room in half. It felt like glass.She let out a mirthless laugh. She went over to grab a nearby torch and went to smash it against the wall. The wall shattered and revealed the second half of the room. Still empty, there was at least another door. Dropping the torch, she opened the door.

It revealed a set of stone stairs leading up. Picking up her skirts, she began her climb. There were no windows and the only lights came from the torches that appeared just as the light from the last one nearly disappeared. She continued to climb until she came to a second door.

She pushed it open and found General Hanbin, Lieutenant Donghyuk, and Ju-ne in the room looking miserable and angry.

“Ju-ne!” She ran to him and threw her arms around his wooden neck, nearly laughing.

“Y/N? How did you find us?” He pulled away from her slightly, mouth open. She waved his question away.

“Lady Y/N, are we glad to see you!” Lieutenant Donghyuk bowed his head, a genuine smile on his face. General Hanbin nearly nodded.

“I’m so happy to have found you all, but we can’t stay here. Any longer and I fear the Mouse King shall try something else to prolong our visit,” she said. She turned towards the door. There was no guarantee that they wouldn’t be caught. Inside the room was rope, probably used to tie them up and a window overlooking the woods at the edge of a cliff that dropped into the Uncrossable Seas. Even on a clear day, the waters looked violent.

“I can see the gears in your head turning. What is it, Y/N?” Ju-ne asked.

“How well can you swim?” she inquired, stepping away from the window.

“Irrelevant. I’m made of wood. Why do you ask?”

“I have an idea, but it’s mad.” She told them her idea, and seeing no alternative, they all reluctantly agreed.

Lieutenant Donghyuk took his elbow and smashed the window out, pushing out any spare shards as best he could. General Hanbin was the first to exit, holding fast onto the rope as Lieutenant Donghyuk followed. Both men were arguing with each other as Ju-ne pulled Y/N to the side.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I know staying here is dangerous, but at least you know you’d be… okay.” The word he wanted to say refused to leave his mouth. She smiled sweetly, placing a hand on his arm.

“If you think this has been the most terrifying part of my day, I envy you.”

“I am a nutcracker.” They smiled at one another before he stepped away to climb out the window. She followed suit and once they were all outside, they jumped.

The waters were harsh, cold, and relentless in their assault against the group. As they plunged into the black depths of the Uncrossable Seas, an unseeable force kept them down. Y/N struggled as she fought her way back to the surface. Slowly she made her way back to the surface as her lungs screamed for air.

Once she broke the surface she gasped, only to be thrown back down into the water. She resisted the urge to shout and shut her eyes. She pushed herself back to the surface and fought to keep her head above the thrashing water.

Ju-ne was nearby, on his back, as the water failed to drag him underneath. She swam towards him, throwing herself over his torso as he bobbed. He brought his hand to her back, rubbing it gently. She turned slightly, catching sight of the green military jacket. Using him as a board, she pushed them to the jacket where General Hanbin was struggling to stay afloat.

She pulled him over Ju-ne’s torso and began her search for Lieutenant Donghyuk. She couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. The longer they stayed floating, the more she worried. Unable to wait any longer, she pushed off of Ju-ne. He went to grab her, but she slipped through his grasp.

She dove into the waters, allowing the waves to push her further down. She swam out several yards, ignoring her need for oxygen, when she spotted the bright red pants. She swam towards him, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him up towards the surface. The water fought against her, but she fought back twice as hard.

Soon the pair broke the surface, gasping for air. General Hanbin maneuvered Ju-ne’s body towards them and helped her drape the Lieutenant across him. They pushed his body towards the nearby shore, where the horses were waiting for them.

“Lieutenant Donghyuk?” Y/N shook him gently, before pressing harshly onto his stomach. He began coughing up water, turning to his side as he choked. She gave his back several firm pats as he slowly regained his ability to breath. “Welcome back, Lieutenant.”

“That’s twice now you’ve saved my life.” He gave her a weak smile. His voice was hoarse from all the salt he swallowed. “Please, call me DK.”

“As you wish.”

“It’s almost nightfall,” General Hanbin called. “We’ll go a little further into the woods and make camp.” He grabbed his horse and wasted no time in marching into the woods. Ju-ne and Y/N helped DK onto his horse, then grabbed Cinnamon and Cocoa to follow the General into the woods.

As General Hanbin set up a fire for DK to rest by, Y/N took a seat on a nearby log next to Ju-ne. He was staring down at the ground. Their backs were to the others.

“It was a waste to come here. We almost died, and we didn’t get the egg.” Ju-ne let out a sigh, resting his head in his hand. She bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the others were still occupied. She reached into the pocket of her dress and produced the golden egg. His mouth fell open as he looked at it. “How did you--”

“The Mouse King gave it to me. He knew we were coming to get it, and he knows where the Sugar Plum Fairy is. He told me a lot of things, but before we do anything else, we need to know what’s in this egg.” She pulled out the small key and placed it in his hand. “This is your birthright. Not hers.”

Ever so slowly, he put the key into the small hole and turned it until a series of clicks echoed. He opened the egg and revealed a mirror. It was simple, yet deeply profound as he stared into it.

“But, I don’t understand.”

“Can’t you see?” she said, moving to crouch in front of him. “It’s you who’s going to save us. You are your kingdom’s greatest strength. You don’t need anyone but yourself.”

“How can you be so sure? You’ve heard what everyone’s said about the prince. They believe they’re better off without me.”

“And look how well you being gone has turned out for them.” She stood up, placing her hands on her hips. She garnered the attention of General Hanbin and DK, both of whom were watching with confusion. “You are Prince Koo Junhoe. The pity party is over. We’re returning to the Safe Haven and we’re ending this war. Once and for all.”

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headintheclouds-posts · 2 years ago

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If anyone has sent me any asks in the last couple of months I apologise for not responding. I’ve been having issues with my account and alot of my asks have disappeared. If you have sent me anything, please re-send and I will get round to writing them. Sorry for the inconvenience ☺️

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spacequokka · 12 days ago

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It was a small glade with a river running through it and sunflowers everywhere. It made his small cramped office more depressing to hang such a picture on his wall, but at least now he could pretend he had a window.

Hanbin knew you hated his job as much as much as he did. You could’ve pushed him to quit and pursue his dream making music, but you understood that he needed something reliable to pay the bills. Even if it was soul sucking.

Just as he sat as his desk, there was a delicate knock at his door. He looked up to find your gorgeous smile. “Hey, Binnie.”

“Hey, baby.” He tried to stand but you waved him off, shutting the door behind you then going to sit on his lap. “What brings you all the way up here?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Had to go to FedEx to drop off packages for shipping. I saw that I wasn’t too far from you and thought I’d come see you. Did I interrupt anything?”

He kissed your neck in return. “Not at all. I just put up the painting you bought,” he nodded his head in its direction, “and was thinking it’s way too beautiful to be kept away in here.”

You looked at it. “Hm. You could paint your office a color to match the palette. Make it more cheery and calming.” You pursed your lips as you thought about it. “Some plants and knick-knacks and it could remind you of home.”

“So I should just paint your face across one wall? ‘Cause home is wherever you are.”

You blushed and hid your face in his neck. “Stop it.”

“It’s true! I think I could happy anywhere as long as you’re with me.”

#hanbin drabbles #hanbin scenarios #hanbin imagines #hanbin fluff #rating: g #b.i scenarios #b.i imagines #b.i drabbles #b.i x reader #b.i x you #hanbin x reader #habin x you #b.i fluff #ikon fluff #ikon imagines #ikon scarios #ikon drabbles

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sourbinnie · 2 years ago

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ღ guide ღ

hello ¡!

this is sourbinnie's guide to requests & masterlists

▽ who is sourbinnie ¿? ▽

a writer from argentina / a crazy boy inspired by songs / a 22 year old with too much free time (or not) / a cat lover (that's it)

▽ what does he write ¿? ▽

angst mostly but also fluff, smut & other universe type of stuff. mostly concentrate on idol x reader though (i'm not that creative i'm sorry). mostly inspired by songs that i have on my playlist so yeah very music driven.

▽ can i request ¿? ▽

ofc! all requests are welcome any time. you provide me the plot or just say which genres and what you want to include on the fic + which idol you want me to write for & i'll do the work.

▽ what don't you write ¿? ▽

i don't write violence scenarios like pushing, hitting, slapping or whatever can be classified under it. i also don't write self harm or abuse because it's too triggering for my personal liking. another thing that i don't write is shipping, i don't mind if other people do it but personally i don't see myself doing that.

▽ what type of writing do you do ¿? ▽

you can request reactions or scenarios + imagines + most likely + songfics.

▽ what groups do you write for ¿? ▽

stray kids + seventeen + enhypen + bts + got7 + ateez + nct (all subunits) + tomorrow x together + monsta x

learning about (so i can write for them too) -> exo + ikon + treasure + the boyz + cravity

▽ can i request for a female/male reader ¿? ▽

ofc! i usually write in gender neutral so everyone can be included but if you desire for me to write for you with she/her or he/him pronouns, i don't mind.

▽ why are #thoughts not in the masterlist ¿? ▽

i will tag #thoughts with their respective genres so you can browse through them, they're not my main imagines so i don't count them in the masterlists.

#sourbinnie

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alltimeblurbs-blog · 6 years ago

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[23:32] you and bobby were hanging out at your apartment, it was just that night were you two just listened to music while drinking wine, and laughing at whatever. you had been rambling on and on, and bobby walked closer to you giving you sweet passionate tongue kisses.

#ikon #ikon ikonic #ikon fluff imagines #ikon imagines #ikon blurbs #ikon fluff blurbs #ikon bobby #bobby kim #kim jiwon #bobby imagines #bobby fluff imagines #bobby blurbs #bobby fluff blurbs

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kcake555 · 3 days ago

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Bobby cake 🍰

ikon

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multiphandomunnies · 11 months ago

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ikon

reactions

harry potter headcannons

s.o sends an inappropriate photo

imagines

jinhwan

look

air

yunhyeong

bobby

you’ve changed

i missed you too

b.i

bf! b.i

why did you leave so soon?

awkward

and you are?

june

coffee shop confession

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blu-joons · 2 years ago

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When You Feel His Smile During A Kiss ~ iKON Reaction

Jay:

You didn’t quite know where to look after Jinhwan kissed you, taken aback by the feeling of his smile so clearly against your lips as you pecked against him.

Your flustered expression caught Jinhwan’s attention as soon as you pulled back from him too. “How come you can’t look at me?” He whispered.

“I could feel you,” you chimed, feeling a hand underneath your chin, bringing your eyes back up. “I could feel your smile.”

The corners of the smile that you were referring to turned up as you spoke. “Did the fact that I smiled really make you feel so nervous?”

“I wasn’t expecting it, I’ve never felt your smile like that before,” you continued to whisper, still feeling your heart race before Jinhwan.

He couldn’t hide how funny he found it seeing how shy such an innocent gesture had made you. “I might have to smile more often from now on.”

“You can’t, my heart won’t be able to take it.”

Song:

A look of confusion appeared on Yunhyeong’s face as he picked up on how cheery you seemed as the two of you both pulled away from your kiss.

Yunhyeong studied you for a few moments before clearing his throat, “what’s got you smiling like that so suddenly, it was just a kiss?”

“It wasn’t just a kiss,” you corrected Yunhyeong in reply, “I could feel your smile during the kiss, it was so wide Yunhyeong.”

His shoulders shrugged as he felt his smile growing once again too. “How can I not smile when I get to kiss you time after time Y/N?”

“That’s not a question that I can answer,” you chuckled back across to Yunhyeong, “I’ll never know why you get excited when you kiss me.”

Yunhyeong reached forwards and took a hold of your hand, “I would tell you, but we’d be here forever with all of my reasons why I like it.”

“You know all of the right thing to say today.”

DK:

A chuckle came from Donghyuk as he avoided your eyes, knowing how wide his smile was, and that it was something that you had picked up on too.

Your finger jabbed against Donghyuk’s stomach as you tried to get him to look at you. “I’m not glancing up,” he quickly told you.

“Why are you getting shy?” You teased, tugging against his hand, “you shouldn’t have smiled if you didn’t want to be like this.”

A sigh came from Donghyuk as he reluctantly turned his eyes up to meet yours, “I was hoping you’d not notice, but I could feel you watching me.”

“I’m just admiring you,” you grinned, tightening your grip on Donghyuk’s hand, “wondering how lucky I am to get to kiss you all the time.”

Dongyhyuk’s head shook as your words managed to convince him to have more confidence around you. “I hate how much you make me smile.”

“Really? Because I love seeing that smile.”

June:

He didn’t quite know what to say as Junhoe felt you watching him, his eyes slowly narrowed in your direction as he began to panic about what was going on.

Your kiss still lingered against his lips as Junhoe glanced at you. “I didn’t do something wrong, did I? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing is wrong,” you hurried to reassure Junhoe, “I could just feel your kiss as you kissed me, it surprised me a little.”

A sigh of relief came from Junhoe as he brushed over his forehead, “I was beginning to think that maybe you didn’t want to kiss me then.”

“I can safely tell you that I would never want for that,” you chuckled, “I could get used to feeling that smile whenever you kiss me though.”

Junhoe nodded in agreement with you, “I think that that’s definitely something that I can do whenever we kiss, as long as you do too.”

“Of course, kissing you always makes me happy.”

Chan:

There was a moment of silence as the two of you pulled away from each other, with Chanwoo quickly noticing you staring back across at him.

A muffled laugh came from Chanwoo as he waved over your face, “have I done something? Why are you staring at me like that Y/N?”

“Sorry, I didn’t realise,” you quickly responded. “I think I was just in a moment of deep thought then after you kissed me.”

Chanwoo’s expression formed to one of bemusement, “how come a kiss got you thinking? You never normally think too much about these things.”

“That’s true,” you agreed, “but I don’t normally feel your smile as much as I did when you just kissed me, it almost sent a shiver down my spine.”

Chanwoo stepped forwards and wrapped his arm around your frame, “you’re not trying to tell me that feeling my smile made you a little shy, Y/N?”

“I think it might have done, just a little bit.”

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soundsofcicadas · 7 months ago

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Swan song, part two

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers

Count: 3004

Warnings: None

“I want to go home.” You heard Hanbin complain, the moment you set foot inside the building where the art exhibit was currently taking place. It was a serene Sunday evening, and the venue is located at the heart of your hometown. A prominent sign displayed a vivid picture of the artist, Hwang Hyunjin at the entrance. Beneath his captivating blonde portrait, the bold title “Mind Visions and Their Facets Through Colors” was emblazoned with a disclaimer discreetly positioned at the bottom: “All proceeds from this event contribute to charitable causes.”

Disregarding Hanbin's comment, you searched for any sign of your other friend Yunhyeong among the sea of faces.

“Yun is here somewhere.” Your voice pierced through the bustling crowd.

“Thank God for free food courtesy of our Song Yunhyeong.” Hanbin remarked, his senses easily caught the aroma coming from the opulent spread of delicacies at the catering area of the exhibit.

The elegant space was infused with vibrant energy as a steady stream of attendees filtered in. Each well-dressed guest radiated an aura of affluence, mingling amid the artwork. Their cultured chatter carried an air of sophistication, indicating that they were the elite of the art world, gathered to appreciate the abstract pieces on display. Clad in a chic Ralph Lauren cocktail dress, you couldn't thank Junhoe enough for reminding you of the theme for tonight’s event. You were also grateful to Hanbin's girlfriend, Yeri, who, despite the limited preparation time, had managed to lend you an outfit from her designer-filled wardrobe.

Like a burst of energy against the artistic refined setting, you spotted Yunhyeong hurrying toward the three of you. His face lit up seeing his friends waiting for him.

“And so, fate has its own way of bringing us back together!” Yunhyeong exclaimed, his voice taking on a narrator's cadence, making you all chuckle.

“It's quite a coincidence, isn't it? I got picked to cater for tonight's exhibit, the very event you guys were invited to by Junhoe.” Yunhyeong marveled, his voice quickly returning to its usual tone.

“I wish Jiwon and Donghyuk could be here too." You sighed with longing.

You felt Hanbin's hand gently pat your shoulder.

“If it weren't for you and the free food, I wouldn't be here either.” He sneered.

You playfully crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at Hanbin, fully aware that he was only joking. As the introvert of the group, you understood that events like these weren't his comfort zone. But last night's video call with him and the other boys proved otherwise. He, too, wanted to see Junhoe after you shared your surprising reunion with him. It was heartwarming how they handled the situation with maturity, without any lingering resentment toward their old friend.

Well, maybe Hanbin was a little sulky about the whole situation at first knowing how close you were with Junhoe in the past. He had seen how much you were hurting during Junhoe's absence. Despite you being older than him, he had always acted like a caring older brother to you. While Yunhyeong, Jiwon, and Donghyuk were also there for you, Hanbin's presence remained a constant in your life. He may have had his initial reservations, yet he chose to trust your judgment when you expressed Junhoe's sincerity to reconnect by inviting them to the art exhibit as well.

“Yeah, I know you're only here for the food, Bin.” Yunhyeong retorted. “You don't have a single ounce of appreciation for art. So, if I were you, Yeri, I'd think twice about marrying this guy.”

Yeri laughed at Yunhyeong’s jest and cast a mischievous look at Hanbin.

“Excuse me?” Hanbin arched his eyebrows at Yunhyeong, seemingly offended. “Art is something I’m very fond of. I'm just not particularly keen on attending large gatherings like this.”

“Dude, you teach a whole class of elementary kids and conduct yearly PTAs, how is this any different?” Yunhyeong expressed confusion.

“Being in a crowd full of art elitists is a whole different ball game.” Hanbin replied flatly. "I don't have to pretend around children. If they don't like you, they don't, if they tell you you're ugly that's because it's true."

You and Yunhyeong can't help but snort at Hanbin's answer.

Amused with her boyfriend, Yeri intercepted. “Well, these art elitists are what y/n and I deal at work, babe.”

“But you aren't like them, so I also don't have to pretend when I'm with you two.” Hanbin quipped.

“You're forgetting my dad owns a publishing company, which means I'm part of this privileged community you dislike.” Yeri stated with mischievous intention, while tapping her finger on her chin.

Hanbin took her hand in his as if to tease her. “Dislike is a strong word, but that's exactly the reason why I'm gonna marry you babe.”

Yeri burst out laughing along with you and Yunhyeong, eliciting strange looks from the guests passing by your circle.

There was a ping from Yeri's phone which was her cue to leave the group for the meantime.

“Chanwoo needs me now for that magazine feature, I have to go.” Yeri noted, kissing Hanbin on the cheek before turning to you. “Don't worry, y/n, leave this to me. I want you to enjoy the event with the guys.” She gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and vanished into the crowd.

You nearly forgot that the artist himself personally invited your editor-in-chief, Jung Chanwoo to the exhibit as well. He asked you to cover the event for a potential feature on your magazine's upcoming issue, knowing that you and Yeri would be present tonight. But Yeri volunteered to do it in your place instead.

You could only smile at Yeri’s thoughtfulness. “She’s technically my boss, but she sometimes acts more of an associate like me.”

“Man, you're lucky to have Yeri!” Yunhyeong remarked, throwing a playful jab at Hanbin’s stomach.

“I’m also lucky to have her as my boss.” You concurred.

“But what time is Junhoe coming though?” Yunhyeong asked, his gaze roamed across the hall to find Junhoe. You and Hanbin both glanced around to look for Junhoe too.

You took out your phone when you felt it vibrate from your purse and saw Junhoe's text; Hi, I'm here, where are you?

At that exact moment, you easily sensed there had been a sudden shift in the crowd's murmurs. Whispers and hushed conversations began rippling through the guests, and like them, your attention was immediately captured by a lavish pair making their way to the front doors.

You catch yourself staring at Junhoe who was dressed impeccably in a black Prada suit. But you didn't fail to notice the woman accompanying him—none other than his fiancée, Shin Yuna.

You saw it on the news a year ago—his engagement to his girlfriend of four years. A model and singer-turned-actress he met from one of his movies when he was still acting. The two made their relationship public after promoting their romantic comedy film. It was believed that the co-stars developed feelings for each other on set.

You had seen him wearing the engagement ring on his finger at the coffee shop yesterday—a detail you had momentarily forgotten. Seeing him now walking with his fiancée by his side reminds you of his existing commitment.

Before you could even reply to his message, Junhoe already saw you and was strolling closer to your direction.

“Y/n!” He called. “Sorry we got stuck in traffic a bit. So glad you made it.”

Junhoe beamed at you.

You felt embarrassed for yourself because you knew that smile had some effect on you. You could only blame it on his meticulously slicked black hair, or his sharp, masculine features like his chiseled jawline. His well-tailored Prada suit accentuated his lean frame, adding an aura of suaveness to his already striking appearance. Junhoe exuded a strong and alluring profile, and the list could go on, but you instantly stopped yourself from having these thoughts. There is no way you are attracted to your childhood best friend, who is obviously engaged to a beautiful, perfect woman such as Shin Yuna.

“Thank you for the invitation, Junhoe.” You managed to say, desperately hoping you weren't blushing in front of everyone. Might as well just be swallowed whole into the ground.

Thankfully, Hanbin waved his hand at Junhoe, distracting him away from you.

“Annyeong!” Hanbin greeted him.

“Hyung!” Junhoe greeted back, exchanging Hanbin's wave for a warm hug, startling you and Yunhyeong. Hanbin appeared taken aback, but you could tell he appreciated the brotherly gesture.

Junhoe then scoffed at Yunhyeong upon seeing him. “Nice to see you too, Yun!”

Yunhyeong shook his head and played along with Junhoe's taunts, forcing you to laugh with them as if it were the old times.

“Junhoe you haven’t changed a bit. I'm the oldest and you still disrespect me.”

“I bet you missed me so much huh?”

“Never once thought of you at all. The only reason I'm here is because they need my excellent catering service.”

“There's poison in the food for sure.”

“Why don't you starve in the corner please? Thank you very much.”

It was their usual back-and-forth banter since childhood that you had missed. Among the boys, Yunhyeong was the oldest and everyone addressed him as hyung, except Junhoe. The other boys never questioned it. They knew Yunhyeong had a soft spot for the youngest, just like you had always favored Junhoe, even though they often acted like the Tom and Jerry of the group.

Amidst the playful chatter, Junhoe felt Yuna's grasp, redirecting his attention to her.

“I'm sorry about that jagiya.” Junhoe felt a slight wave of panic realizing he had nearly forgotten to introduce her to his friends.

“By the way, this is my fiancée Shin Yuna.”

Yuna offered a polite smile as she took a glimpse at each of you. It was undeniable how well she complemented Junhoe. Adorned in a stunning Versace gown, Shin Yuna was a doe-eyed, charismatic woman with a figure that boasted possibly the tiniest waist you had ever seen.

Before any of you could exchange greetings with her, she had already excused herself.

“I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but it was nice meeting all of you! I'll leave Junhoe with you guys.”

Is it just you, or does it look like she doesn't want to be here and interact with Junhoe's old friends?

You could see the instant dismay on Junhoe's face upon hearing that from his fiancée.

“Yuna, we just got here.” He said, sounding disappointed.

Yuna swiveled to face him, her voice lowered but still audible. “Jun, honey, you're with your friends. I'd like to look at the paintings, and besides, Hyunjin wants to see me.”

Junhoe sighed in resignation. “Fine. Tell Hyunjin I said hi. I'll catch up with the two of you later.”

“Great!” Yuna pecked Junhoe's lips and left without saying another word to your group.

A brief awkward silence ensued before Junhoe suggested, “Let's get some wine, shall we?”

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Knowing you didn't own a car, Hanbin offered to drive you home that same evening. His route would conveniently pass by your apartment, unlike Yunhyeong and Yeri who live in opposite directions. They also wanted to guarantee you'll get home safely rather than having to commute like you usually do. But all throughout the ride, the events from earlier were playing over in your mind. Seeing Junhoe again with Yunhyeong and Hanbin, filled you with overwhelming happiness. Despite Jiwon and Donghyuk's absence, you found solace in their company as you all reminisced about the past and shared updates on your current lives.

There was, however, a hint of melancholy as the conversation took a more personal turn. Was it the sadness you caught in Junhoe's eyes when he told Yunhyeong and Hanbin about giving up his singing career? Or was it because he already had plans to marry Yuna? Maybe it was how you were reminded of your own single hood when they asked you casually about your dating status—why, among all your friends, had you never been in a relationship?

Well, that wasn't entirely true. You had a few dates that just never turned into something serious. You could only brush it off, claiming you were never interested in anyone and were too focused on work. But deep down you knew that wasn't the case anymore, especially now that you've reconnected with Junhoe. You couldn't stop yourself from admiring how effortlessly handsome he looked all night, and how gentlemanly he had been towards you. You knew it was wrong, yet why did seeing him with Yuna affect you? Perhaps you had too much wine at the exhibit that made you think this way.

You didn't notice the engine of the car turned off until Hanbin's voice spoke to you. “You're home.”

“Thanks Bin.” You gave him a lopsided grin from the passenger seat.

“Did you have fun?” He asked observing your face slightly illuminated by the light coming from your apartment building.

“Did you?” You returned the question to him.

“It was really nice.” He answered as he pulled his hands off the steering wheel.

“I was so caught up talking to you guys that I've almost forgotten about the paintings!” You told him.

You and Hanbin chuckled at that.

Hanbin's countenance took on a serious tone, as though he wanted to talk to you longer while you were still in the car.

“You know how long we've been best friends right?” He started.

“Since forever.” You smiled sheepishly.

“And that makes you easy for me to read.” He stated.

“O-kay yeah, I guess. Your point?” You asked, puzzled as to where he was going with this.

“I don't know why all this time I've never told you this, y/n." Hanbin paused for a few seconds before he continued, “I know you've been in love with Junhoe ever since.”

Silence fell on you. You didn't know how to respond to that. You wanted to deny it outright, to refute his words that you only love and see Junhoe as a friend, yet no sound escaped your lips. The words were stuck in your throat, tangled with your conflicting emotions. Junhoe had always been a cherished childhood friend, akin to a little brother. This perception made it easier for you to dismiss any deeper feelings you might have had for him. You convinced yourself that they were purely platonic to maintain the status quo. Nevertheless, you were aware that you had been suppressing the truth about how your affection for him had grown into something more profound, despite your efforts to dismiss it. The countless seasons spent together during your childhood as you grew up alongside him and watched him chase his dreams, had inevitably laid the foundation for a mere friendship that went beyond.

“Let's be real here, he's the exact reason why you can't take any guy seriously.” Hanbin added.

You just sat there, unable to form a coherent response. Whenever you attempted to date or enter a relationship, you found yourself retreating, sensing that something was always missing. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, no one could compare to Junhoe.

You attempted to push aside these unwelcome thoughts, knowing that there was no possibility he could feel the same way about you, not to mention he could be getting married soon. You reassured yourself that you would come to terms with your feelings and move on once he took that step. For now, you resolved to remain content in your role as a friend, focusing on valuing the friendship you have rather than dwelling on what could never be.

“I know my place, Bin.” You finally got to tell him. “I’m happy with what we have right now.”

“Look, all I wanted to say is, I just don't want you to end up hurt again.” Hanbin expressed his concern.

“You know I’m a big girl right? I can look after myself.” You winked at him. “I appreciate you though.”

Hanbin could only let out a sigh. He averted his gaze from you and suddenly shifted the subject that had you flabbergasted.

“Something seems off about his fiancée. I can sense it, and it makes me feel sorry for him.”

"What the hell, Bin?" You retorted.

Hanbin has an intuitive knack for assessing people he meets, often making character judgments based on first impressions. Unfortunately, Yuna was no exception.

"We don't really know what their relationship is like in private." You could only say. Although you admit you were offended by how she behaved that way in front of his fiance's friends.

Hanbin continued.

“I don't understand why Junhoe had to give up singing for writing, you know? Even acting, he gave up too. Can't he do it all at the same time? I thought he loved singing more than anything.”

That's what you have thought as well. Junhoe has always had a great love for singing, a passion evident to anyone who knew him. From a young age, his talent shone brightly, captivating audiences with his soulful voice. He seemed born for the stage, effortlessly blending emotion and skill in every performance. Singing wasn't just a hobby for Junhoe; it was his calling, the very essence of his being. You asked yourself if he genuinely wanted to explore other paths and as he said, it was about time he settled down in life by marrying Yuna. You felt a gnawing sense of unease, pondering over Junhoe’s choices. There had to be more to it than meets the eye. It was becoming overwhelming, considering you were grappling with your unresolved feelings for him at the same time. Exhaustion and sleepiness begin to settle in your body.

You decided not to linger in Hanbin’s car any further, feeling that your night was over. After saying your goodbyes, you walked to your apartment, trying to quiet your racing thoughts. You hoped for a restful night’s sleep to be ready for work the next morning.

Part one: https://www.tumblr.com/soundsofcicadas/727025864701771776/swan-song-part-one?source=share

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noona-clock · 2 years ago

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The Flight Attendant - Part 5

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,662

Usually, your flights were short enough that you were occupied with completing all of the tasks on a Flight Attendant's To-Do List and had hardly any time to sit, relax, socialize, and not work.

But, you'd never flown to Paris before. You'd never flown anywhere that took more than five hours, actually, and while the thought of being on a plane for longer than that was actually a little terrifying... you had Yunhyeong with you.

Any flight with Yunhyeong was delightful, but you could imagine that a flight where you'd actually have some free time with him would be...

Well, if you still openly admitted to yourself that you had feelings for him, you would say it would be heavenly.

But you didn't openly admit this to yourself anymore because you didn't have feelings for him anymore. He was one of your closest friends, and definitely your best work friend. So, you could imagine that being on a long flight with Yunhyeong would just be fun.

He was such a playful, positive person, and he could make anything fun -- even your job! That was a big reason why you liked being around him so much. A big reason why he made you smile just thinking of or looking at him. A big reason why your insides turned to mush when he talked to you --

Okay, wait. Stop.

We're getting off-track here.

Change of subject.

Once the plane took off, you got right to work as usual.

But then, when you would normally get the beverage and snack cart ready to slowly push down the aisle and hand out refreshments, Yunhyeong appeared next to you and gently took hold of your elbow.

"Refreshments aren't for another hour," he murmured, his lips close to your ear so no passengers nearby could eavesdrop.

Your stomach did a small flip, but you chose to ignore it.

"Shall we make plans for our mega-extended layover in Pair-ee?"

You pressed your lips together to keep from giggling at him, nodding silently and following him to the small area at the back of the plane -- the only place that flight attendants could get any privacy during a flight, basically.

Once he slid the door closed behind you, he turned and opened the compartment where you had stored your carry-on bag earlier. As he rummaged around in his bag, you tried to calm down your racing mind (and heart) -- you had wanted to go Paris for so long now, and the list of things you wanted to do there had grown to be almost exceptionally long. It was going to be very hard to narrow it down to just a couple of days!

"All right," Yunhyeong murmured as he turned back around to face you, a small notepad and pen at the ready.

You pressed your lips together, breathing out a puff of amusement at just how old school Yunhyeong could be. Flight Attendants could absolutely use their phones as long as no passengers could see them, but he still insisted on keeping his shut off and tucked away in his bag.

"We definitely need to see the Eiffel Tower, which is not hard to do," he began, scribbling the start of the list. "But, y'know, it's the easiest one to think of, so might as well just write it down first."

"I want to drink a cafe au lait at a sidewalk café as the sun rises," you said, brow furrowed gently. For some reason, that particular experience had always been one of the more important ones for you. There was just something so... romantic about the idea.

A lopsided smile tugged at Yunhyeong's lips, and he nodded as he wrote that down underneath Eiffel Tower. "All right, done."

"Ooh, and a Croque monsieur for lunch!" you chirped, keeping your voice as quiet as your anticipation would allow.

"Of course," Yunhyeong chuckled, writing that down, too.

After only five minutes, the two of you had come up with a list long enough -- more than long enough, to be honest -- to fill up your time in Paris, and Yunhyeong had to force himself to put his notepad back in his bag. Since he had been there before, he'd come up with the majority of the items on the list, and he said he needed to stop before he wrote down any more. There was only so much a person could do in a limited amount of time!

"Honestly, I don't care if we only cross off one thing," you assured him, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm. "Just the fact that I'll be there is enough. And with one of my best friends, too."

You felt your cheeks flush slightly at the sentiment, but you knew it wasn't too cheesy -- not for Yunhyeong.

As expected, Yunhyeong beamed at you, mirroring you and resting a hand on your arm. "And that's exactly why I did this."

Well, you couldn't help it. Seeing his smile and knowing he set all of this up especially for you made an overwhelming urge to hug him wash over you.

So, you did.

A soft squeal burst through your lips as you shuffled closer to him and slid your arms around his neck.

"Thank you," you told him through an incredibly wide grin. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Yunhyeong hadn't hesitated in hugging you back -- he was quite an affectionate person -- and you felt him squeeze you as you expressed your gratitude.

"You're welcome," he replied, moving one hand upward a bit to pat your back. "But just so you know, I won't rest until we cross off at least two things. I'm taking you to Paris as a special gift, and if you don't get to do everything you've always dreamed of, I'll be really disappointed."

"Okay," you chuckled softly, your smile still taking up about half of your face.

You allowed yourself a moment longer than you should have to enjoy his embrace before pulling away -- the two of you were on the clock, after all, and you have a job to do.

The second the pilot began descending -- even though you were still more than half an hour away from Paris -- your heart decided to dance around in your chest, practically vibrating with anxious anticipation.

It didn't help that whenever Yunhyeong was near you in any sort of capacity, he would smile widely at you or ask if you were ready for the best layover in the history of layovers or grab your shoulders and give you a wordless squeeze. If he wasn't close enough to talk to or touch you, he would just silently squeal. And it was somewhat odd (but very intriguing nonetheless) that you could actually tell he was silently squealing. He would just make the exact face he does when he actually squeals out loud, and he would inconspicuously clap his hands (another telltale sign that he was squealing -- at least inwardly).

His excitement should have only bolstered your excitement, and... it did. To be fair, it did. His emotions were always pretty contagious because he rarely ever hid them on purpose.

But what his smiles and touches and silent squeals also did was make you very, very nervous.

You really wished you weren't, but in the back of your mind, you were tremendously afraid that spending all this time with Yunhyeong in Paris -- the City of Love, for Pete's sake! -- would bring all of your deeply repressed feelings for him up to the surface, and you would be powerless to stop them.

If and until that happened, though, you would do everything humanly possible to act normally. The fact that Yunhyeong didn't hide his own emotions also meant that he very easily picked up on the emotions of those around him -- including you. If you, even for a second, let down your guard, he would absolutely notice that something was off. And, even worse, he would ask you about it.

Would you be able to laugh it off and make up some excuse? Of course not. You weren't sure you could lie to Yunhyeong if your life depended on it. And what would be worse than admitting to Yunhyeong -- at any point during the trip, but especially at the very beginning -- that you harbored romantic feelings for him that had been simmering under the surface this whole time, and you were now fairly certain they could violently erupt at any second?

Well, there are probably many other things that would be worse, but it would still be bad. Awkward and uncomfortable, to say the least!

"Hey," Yunhyeong whispered, nudging your arm.

You jumped, startled by his sudden interruption. ...Had you just zoned out thinking about how you could potentially ruin this trip by admitting your feelings?

"We have to do trash Last Call and make sure everyone is locked and upright," he reminded you with a tiny grin. "You okay?"

"Yes," you replied with a breathless chuckle. "Sorry, just thinking about Paris!"

Which was technically true.

"Landing in 25 minutes!" he murmured, tapping his watch before handing you a trash bag.

You simply shot him an excited smile, taking the bag and sliding past him to start your final duty of the flight.

"Oh my god," you breathed.

"I know," Yunhyeong grinned.

"Oh my god," you repeated, though your voice hadn't gained any more strength. Your fingertips and nose were pressed to the cold glass of the taxi's backseat window, your gaze glued on something you'd been longing to see since you could remember: the Eiffel Tower.

Even though it wasn't the tallest structure in the world -- not even the tallest structure you'd ever seen in person -- it still took your breath away.

"Wait until you're actually standing in front of it," Yunhyeong told you, his lips still spread into a truly sunny smile.

A small lump of emotion was forming in your throat now, even just seeing it from inside the cab. You weren't psychic by any means, but you knew you would start bawling as soon as you set foot anywhere near it.

After a few more minutes (all of which you spent staring at the Eiffel Tower), the cab driver took a turn, the Tower now moving out of sight. With a sigh, you turned away from your window to look over at Yunhyeong sitting next to you.

"Well, we can go home now," you said.

Yunhyeong laughed, the effervescent sound squishing your heart.

"After the dinner we're having tonight, you'll be glad we didn't," he assured you, reaching over and patting your knee.

"Ooh, where are we going?" you asked.

And, yes, you were ignoring the tiny butterflies in your stomach that had popped up when he'd touched you.

Yunhyeong raised his eyebrows and shifted a little in his seat, angling his legs toward you. "There's a little hole-in-the-wall place basically right next to our hotel. The concierge told me about it the last time I was here. I've stayed in this hotel five times now, and I had never heard of it. Never even seen it! But now I don't think I'll be able to come here without eating there. It's classic Parisian food, just a few things on the menu. But the atmosphere... It feels like you're inside that song."

"Which song?"

"That really famous one about the rose," he said, his brow furrowed in thought.

"La Vie en Rose?" you surmised.

Yunhyeong snapped his fingers and pointed at you. "That's the one! It feels like you're inside La Vie en Rose. There's burgundy velvet and chandeliers, but it's so tiny and cozy."

...Oh, good. It sounded like an incredibly romantic restaurant.

And you'd be there with Yunhyeong.

You couldn't wait.

It wasn't until after you'd hung up your last piece of clothing in the closet of your hotel room that you realized... you were famished.

But when you pulled your phone out of your pocket, your jaw almost hit the floor when you saw what time it was.

Dinner time wasn't for another couple of hours. According to you, that is. With what you knew of French culture, their dinner time wasn't for several hours.

You'd just been on a pretty long flight, though, and the last time you'd eaten... well, you weren't sure what time that had been, but it had definitely been long enough.

Yunhyeong hadn't mentioned a reservation or what time he had planned to go down to the restaurant, so maybe you should crack open the mini-fridge or locate a vending --

Knock knock.

You scurried to the door of your room, though before you could even open it, Yunhyeong announced that it was him.

"All unpacked?" he asked as soon as you opened the door.

"Indeed," you answered.

He smiled and rocked forward onto the balls of his feet. "Are you hungry?"

"Very, actually," you told him, your brow furrowing slightly.

"Then let's head on down. I'm not sure I can wait another ten minutes without eating."

You honestly almost kissed Yunhyeong right then and there.

...But you didn't. Obviously.

Before you stepped out into the hall, though, you did look down at your outfit. You'd changed into a comfortable pair of flowy trousers and a loose-fitting button-down shirt.

"Is what I'm wearing okay?" you asked. "There's not, like, a dress code or anything is there?"

"No," Yunhyeong confirmed with a shake of his head. "You look fantastic. No one will be secretly judging you because of what you're wearing."

You opened your mouth to offer a sassy retort, but he beat you to the punch.

"No one will be secretly judging you for anything," he smirked. "If they are, it's the fact that you're there with someone incredibly less attractive than you."

Yet again, you opened your mouth to say something -- because what?! But Yunhyeong said "Come on," and started walking down the hall before you had the chance to utter a single word.

Once you caught up to him, the door to your room clicking shut behind you, you decided not to say anything about his statement. You were curious why he'd said it, of course, but it was definitely for the best if you simply deleted it from your mind.

You were in Paris, for heaven's sake! You didn't need something like this occupying your thoughts and preventing you from having an amazing time with one of your best friends.

Thankfully, Yunhyeong prattled on about all of the mental plans he'd made during the flight, assuring you he had done his best to fit as many things on your list as possible, and it was more than sufficient in distracting you from the fact that Yunhyeong had called himself incredibly less attractive than you.

Okay, fine. It was still lingering in the back of your mind.

But you were trying! You were trying to forget he'd ever said it!

"Y'know," Yunhyeong began once the two of you had walked about twenty steps from the front of the hotel. He stopped in front of a very non-descript door, reaching to pull on the very non-descript doorknob and opening the door for you. "You do really look amazing tonight. Have I said that already?"

You should be used to this by now. Yunhyeong had never been stingy with compliments. He had told you countless times that you looked nice, that your hair was so shiny, that your lipstick was the perfect shade.

The fact that he was now saying 'You do really look amazing tonight' shouldn't have phased you.

But then you stepped into the restaurant.

It was the most gorgeous restaurant you'd ever set foot in. The coziest, the quaintest, the most luxurious, the most... romantic.

So, pairing all of that with what Yunhyeong had just told you...

This was starting to feel eerily like...

A Date.

Part 6

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binikon · 2 years ago

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iKON imagine : you making them a playlist

KIM JINHWAN

It was another one of your date nights where both of you got dressed in your favorite neutral matching hoodies styles in your own unique ways and just decided to stay back at home and enjoy each other’s company rather than going out in the chilling november night. Jinhwan suggested cooking at home rather than ordering out because he was sick of all the delivery food they usually ate back at the dorm. You connect your phone to the speakers while jinhwan rummaged through your fridge only finding a can of spam and instant rice that he wanted to eat, skipping all the veggies because why not. You play the last playlist you made while thinking of your lovely ppuyo, filled with all kinds of ambient ghibli songs especially joe hisaishi, his favourite from all the ghibli movies you’ve watched with him. You trudge back to him to look at what he picked out to eat, and hugged your boyfriend from behind kissing his soft jawline right under his ear.

“I made you a playlist” you smile and nudge your nose into his heart shaped mole on his cheekbone.

“i love when you do that for me, I’ve been waiting for a new one for 3 weeks now” He giggled and sat on the kitchen stool looking through your playlist and exploding on the insides with all the cigarettes after sex songs you’ve added while you start working on your spam musubi you decided on right after you looked at the ingredients.

you wait for the spam to caramelize with the sauce and seasonings when jinan pushes your back to the counter kissing your neck swaying your pressed bodies slowly to the rhythm while Truly played through your apartment’s kitchen. the melodies flowing like a sweet scent entangling with the savoury flavoured scent of spam and furikake in the rice.

“let’s cancel dates more often please” he smiled between the kiss as you reciprocated him.

SONG YUNHYEONG

As caring as yunhyeong is to you you could not stop thinking about him the moment you heard “Those Eyes”. you swore you could feel your eyes water ar the chorus remembering all the smallest and softest moments with him.like the time he just simply made an eye contact act smiled at you, or the time when je sat you down at a cafe when you went out with him and the boys just to come back with a new pair of cute sandals and a spare handkerchief because your socks were wet from the rain that you didn’t notice. You added the song a new playlist and adding a few more until you felt the playlist justified your feelings for him.

you wait for your boyfriend to get back home from donghyuk’s studio and decide to sketch and listen to the playlist you just made for him while it rained outside.

Yunhyeong walked into his apartment late that evening and straight to his bedroom when he heard songs playing. He walked in to see you sleeping on the desk over your sketchbook, hair a mess, wearing his hoodie and a half drunk cup of chamomile tea. He immediately picked you up and carried you to bed. cleaning up after you, he looked through your sketchbook proudly admiring every stroke of pencil that was etched on the page. He started closing the tabs of your laptop showing your art reference board, and opening the spotify tab to close it and broke into the sweetest smile when he read the playlist knowing exactly what it meant--- ‘to my nivea prince’. He read through the song titles leaving it to play in to background as he washed up and joined your sleepy self for a cuddle session in bed.

KIM JIWON

It was bobby who proposed doing a road trip would be a good idea. Both of you felt awkward going somewhere you potentially had noting to do that you could plan of, so bobby with your approval asked the boys out with both of you, except donghyuk and jinhwan who had to stay back for work the other three boys agreed to join in. Yunhyeong suggested goin to the nearest beach and you all could burn sparklers and watch the sunrise and come back.

You, as someone who could never function without music, HAD to make a “road trip playlist” with all the songs you and bobby loved to sing along to.

The others were in the backseat the next morning, arguing over a window seat, while yunhyeong just gave up and sat in between flicking their foreheads. you and bobby laughed at them .

“kimbap!! I made us a playlist” you cheer at him as he quickly connected your phone to the car. His smile only getting bigger as if it was physically possible recognizing all the songs you both usually jam to with praises and “OH THIS ONE TOO omg you’re the best babe” everytime a new but familiar song came up.

You look out of the window breathing in the slightly salty fresh air of the beach while Bobby sang along to tonguetied with all his might and junhoe joined along smiling as you look back at the silly little smile on the face of your silly little boyfriend who you silly little heart could never get enough of.

KIM DONGHYUK

You could never get enough of the way donghyuk was never lacking at showing how much he loved you with signs of his subtle affection. His hugs? heaven. His voice? the sweetest even when he woke you up in the morning with kisses and humming your favourite songs. Did he really need to be so damn perfect?

You knew he was home late from choreographing iKON’s performance on kingdom. You woke up before him and called jinan to know his schedule so you could wake him up in time. Learning he had no work until late afternoon. you decided to make him some freshly brewed coffee and toast with eggs because you were not someone who wakes up early forget making a proper breakfast and not just living off cereal. But for him? bet you did. you search for an old playlist you had made for him and and add the splash of espresso into your glasses waking up donhyuk while bluberry eyes played in the background.

Waking up a grumpy and tired donghyuk was tiresome but donghyuk’s frown changed into a smile with lightning speed as soon as you layed down on topo oh him, you head in the crook of his neck kissing his sleep away. He smiles and wiggles up from bed as your kisses are accompanied with tickles. You smile and get up too.

“you almost have the half day free, and i made breakfast also i used the machine to brew the coffee myself ALSO DONG do you remember this playlist i made for yo-” you feel his drag you into bed laying down on your chest and shutting you up with a kiss all in one swift motion.

“shut up and cuddle me now, we can reheat the breakfast, and the next song is I like me better by LAUV” he says as the playlist just plays the same.

KOO JONHOE

Junhoe was on his desk with his journal for poems and In the rain by lee moon sae playing on loop, while you were reading a book. You decide to stop when your eyes feel strained and call his name a several times. he finally turns around finishing his doodle at the end of the page and throws some punches.... at you..? and goes “mwo?” with a satoori dialect followed by a goofy grin with his entire set of teeth on display. Not at all surprised by your boyfriend’s very questionable behavior, you scoot away and call him to join you in bed because you were, well, bored or maybe you wanted to cuddle him, you had no idea.

Junhoe quickly nods and goes for a snack run tp the kitchen with some dry chocolate cereal to snack on, it was a weird thing both of you enjoyed, snacking on dry cereals. After the same song played for the 14th time in a row you turn it off.

“June-ya let’s make a playlist together”

“OH OFCOURSE YESSS” he agrees pulling out his phone almost as soon as you finish your sentence.

Both of you add one song each by taking turns and after a while you both are two giddy little kids play fighting over how both of you wanted to add just the same songs because your music tastes are so similar. The ‘listening to playlist we just made” session transforms into a karaoke session where both of you sing teenage dream in your best voices (according to junhoe) when a wild sleepy donghyuk knocks into junhoe’s room with wierd hair and and a blanket that was sweeping the floor and barely opened eyes asking both of you to keep it down and almost fell back asleep on junhoe’s floor as both of you laughed your asses off at the “dongttopi” that had showed up.

JUNG CHANWOO

You coudn’t sleep and you knew your boyfriend and also best friend was definitely up typing away on his pc playing animal crossing. Not expecting him to reply while gaming you just got more bored and sulked, rolling around on your bed. You open and close the same apps for the next 20 minutes and finally decide to play a song, My type by iKON. You smiled to yourself wondering if chanwoo ever thought about you listening to that.

You kept listening to ikon songs and randomly made a playlist of all these cutest love songs mostly kpop.

Finally satisfied with your work you decided to text chanwoo the link with a caption “i made you a playlist :]”

surprising you he immediately texted back and that was followed by a call about 15 minutes later.

“why’d you call this late chanu”

“hii to you too (Y/N), *laughs* and i just wanted to hear your voice i’ll hang up if you don’t wanna sing to me while i play”

“I didnt mean it like that i was ju-”

“so you’re gonna sing to me now? you can’t say no or i’ll show up as your sleep paralysis demon in yunhyeong’s blue armaani swimming shorts”

“oh my god chanwoo *laugh* okay but i don’t mind such a adorable demon showing up tho”

“aight bet i’m turning off my computer and coming over but don’t hang up sing me your favourite song from the playlist i loved it”

“wait really?what? uhh- chan- okay ig it is SAVIOUR then” you smile through the phone and feel him smile back softly, singing Saviour by LeeHi through the phone to him hearing him exit the dorm and get into the elevator to come visit you at 2 am. Silly Chanwoo.

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