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yoddream · 5 years ago

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new beginnings | n.jm

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

summary: it didn’t occur to you how much your life would change when your mother got remarried

word count: lmao idfk it’s gonna be a long ass one so sit back and relax folks

warnings: swearing, mentions of Mark’s graduation (lmao), mentions of ‘00 line graduation (oOF), uh i think that’s it

notes: Y’all, here it is. The full-ass Jaemin imagine. I hope y’all love it. Just so you know, Korean will be in bold and English will be written without anything so that it’s easier to figure out who’s speaking what. Enjoy!

the title is so bad and doesn’t fit the fic ugh

Your mom and Jisung’s dad had met years ago on a business trip. The two of you didn’t meet until they’d started dating. Four years later, they were married, and you were spending every school break in South Korea with your step-dad and step-brother. You and your mom would video call them three times a week, always when you two were eating dinner and they were eating breakfast.You didn’t really study Korean, so conversations were stilted and awkward. Jisung seemed to always be busy with filming or practicing his singing and dancing when you were in South Korea, and then he focused more on the music when it became clear he had a future as an idol.

It was only when you finished your sophomore year that your relationship with Jisung changed. You’d found out the day before you were leaving for Seoul for the summer that your boyfriend had been cheating on you. It was the third night in the country when you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore.It was late, and your mom and step-dad were asleep. You never heard Jisung come home from practice at SM Entertainment, so when there was a knock on your door before it opened, you were surprised to see your step-brother standing in the doorway.

“Noona? Are you okay?” he asked in English.

You had shaken your head and buried your face in your comforters. The fourteen-year old took a cautious step forward before making up his mind and approached you. He motioned for you to move over before climbing in bed. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as you sobbed over your first heartbreak. He was probably exhausted, but he was staying up to comfort you instead of sleeping in his own bed.

The next morning, you had your mom explain to Jisung why you were upset. He had then excused himself to make a phone call. You and your mother were confused at his sudden absence. You two could hear him talking, and she smiled.

“He’s calling SM to tell them there’s a family emergency.”

Jisung had taken you out for the day, using an app on his phone to communicate with you. You were so touched by his actions that you told your mom you wanted to study Korean more. So that’s what you did all summer. When you weren’t studying, you were hanging out with Jisung, exploring Seoul together and watching him practice his dance routine in the basement. He would tell you about the other trainees, especially Chenle, a boy he’d met when he went to China for some TV filming a few years back. You two used the app, but you were recognizing more words by the time you had to return to the U.S, for school. The two of you shared a tearful goodbye in the airport as you promised to talk as much as possible.

You watched NCT Dream’s debut stage in the back of class instead of taking notes, a smile never leaving your face as you watched Jisung live his dream. You messaged him as soon as it was over to congratulate him, finally getting caught by your teacher and getting your phone confiscated. When you went back to South Korea for winter break, he told you about the music the group was working on, a goofy smile on his chubby face. He talked about the member that had to take a break for a herniated disc, his smile dropping slightly before it rose again as he told you about a prank he and Chenle pulled on the leader, Mark. The whole break was filled with stores of NCT Dream. You hoped you would meet them, but they were too busy working on music.

At Christmas, you gave Jisung a bracelet you’d made from embroidery floss that was black, white, dark blue, pink, and light orange: the colors of Jisung’s debut. He cried when you explained the colors, giving you a tight hug before handing you a gift, which was a necklace with a pendant that had your name engraved in it. You then started to cry, and he comforted you while still sniffling. All in all, it was a good Christmas, and your bond was even stronger.

As NCT Dream got more popular, you didn’t hear from Jisung as much. You would FaceTime, but as soon as one of the other members would enter the room, he’d end the call. You felt like a secret, which hurt. Why was your step-brother keeping you a secret?

When you went back overseas for February break, Jisung stayed at the dorms. It seemed he had forgotten you would be back home for a week (but it, once again, didn’t feel much like a home). It was only when he had watched your snapchat story that he’d realized the mistake he made. He rushed home and tackled you on your bed, crying and rambling in Korean.

“-----sorry! I----------idiot! Please---- me!” he cried.

Suddenly, you weren’t upset. You ran your hand over his head, trying to calm him down. When he pulled away, you saw the dark circles under his eyes. Of course he talked to you less; he was fifteen-years old rehearsing day and night for his group’s first album while also attending school. He barely had time to eat. You suddenly felt so stupid for being upset.

“Noona, please don’t hate me,” he whispered, his accent thick from crying.

“I could never,” you replied.

As time went on, you watched Jisung grow up and become more confident in himself. He was still shy in videos NCT Dream made, but he didn’t hide behind his friends as much. He eventually explained to you that his friends didn’t know about you because he like when it was just the two of you; as soon as they knew, he wouldn’t be able to hang out with you without one of them tagging along. Not only that, but your life could be in danger if it slipped to the fans that he had an American sister. Sasaengs were all around the world. He then called his friends clingy with a fond smile on his face. You understood his concern, so you were fine with not knowing them just yet.

///

When you were studying for exams at the end of your junior year, you desperately needed a break, so you picked up your phone to FaceTime Jisung. However, the boy that answered was not your step-brother.

“Who are you?” Chenle asked.

“Chenle, have you seen—oh shit.”

There was rustling and arguing in rapid Korean before Jisung’s face appeared. His hair was disheveled, his cheeks were red, and he looked scared. You couldn’t see Chenle anymore, so you figured he was behind the phone.

“Jisung, who is that?” Chenle demanded.

“My, uh, my step-sister,” Jisung replied quietly.

“How long have you had a sister?”

“About eight years.”

“Eight years?!”

“Chenle, can I please explain?” you asked.

He appeared next to your brother, his feelings obviously hurt at this discovery. You tried your best to explain Jisung’s feelings, having to mix in some English. You knew Chenle knew some English, but Jisung translated for him just in case. When you were done, his face was unreadable.

“I thought we were friends,” he mumbled.

Jisung’s eyes widened. “We are! I just—Y/N and I didn’t get along at first, so now I really cherish the time we have together.”

“Chenle, the relationship with my brother has not been easy. We’ve only been close for about a year, and that has been filled with his rehearsals and promotions. We don’t get as much time together as we would like,” you explained.

“You cannot tell the others. This has to stay a secret,” Jisung pleaded.

Chenle looked between you and your brother before sighing. “Fine, but don’t expect this to go -----.”

“Smoothly,” Jisung translated when he saw your face.

After that call, a door opened. You and your mom were greeted by your dad and brother (you felt it was time to drop the “step”) at the airport. Jisung looked like he was even happier. You two hadn’t been able to talk since that night, so you figured it had to do with his best friend knowing his secret. He pulled you into a tight hug, his face buried in your neck.

“I missed you so much, Y/N,” he said. Clearly, somebody had been working on his English.

“I missed you too, Ji,” you replied.

You two managed to spend a whole week together before the doorbell rang. You answered it and froze as your eyes landed on Chenle. You didn’t recognize him at first since he wasn’t dressed as if he was on stage.

“Chenle! Please, come in,” you greeted as you moved to the side.

Chenle stepped inside and slipped his shoes off. Jisung appeared in the foyer, his eyes widening at the sight of his best friend.

“Chenle, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to meet Y/N. I know if I asked you, you would avoid it the whole summer,” Chenle responded. “Did you two have anything planned for today?”

“I was going to study Korean while he practiced dancing,” you said. “I can skip Korean for a day, though.”

“I really need to practice,” Jisung mumbled.

“We can practice together! You told me Y/N likes watching, so we can do that and go to lunch after.”

Finding out Chenle was as chaotic as he’d been in various videos you had watched of NCT Dream was surprising. He was the complete opposite of your brother, but people did say that opposites attract. You never thought it would’ve been like this.

You and Jisung hung out with Chenle once or twice a week so that the two of you still had time to yourselves. NCT Dream was preparing for a comeback, so there were days you were alone. Those were the days you hated the most.You still didn’t feel comfortable enough heading into the city yourself; you were worried you would blank on all the Korean you’d learned at would have a mental breakdown before calling your parents or Jisung to come get you. Jisung and Chenle were your only friends here, so you felt lost whenever they were at SM while your parents were working.

When it was time for you and your mother to leave, Chenle tagged along to the airport. His eyes were shining with un-shed tears you knew he would never let fall. Your brother, however, was a sobbing mess. There was a tissue balled up in his hand, probably useless at that point. His face was puffy, and his hair was a mess. You didn’t look that much better, you were sure. The three of you shared a group hug before you and your mom continued through security.

///

The start of senior year was tough. You lost friends, had a boy play with your heart, and you didn’t know what you wanted to do after high school. Part of you wanted to go to college, but another part wanted to move to South Korea. Your mom suggested applying to the schools in Seoul, but that didn’t sit well in your stomach. You voiced your concerns to Jisung one night, tears streaming down your face in frustration. You felt like you were running out of time.

“Why don’t you take a year or two off to figure it out?” he suggested. “There’s nothing stopping you.”

“What will I do until then?” you questioned.

“Move to South Korea and work with Mom and Dad or something. Maybe Mr. Lee will find a job for you at SM. It’s a great way to work on your Korean.”

“My Korean is fine.”

“You know a lot of words, but you’re not confident enough in speaking it around people that aren’t our family. Hell, you still struggle around Chenle, sometimes. That’s why you’re such a hermit when nobody is around to keep you company.”

You cursed at him and thought about it. It wasn’t a bad idea. You’d have to think it over, but at least you were starting somewhere.

///

You walked into SM Entertainment and provided your Korean ID to the secretary. You informed her of your plan and she smiled, informing you of where the Dreamies were. You bowed, thanking her before heading to the elevator. Your heart was racing as you got closer and closer to where your brother was. When the elevator reached the right floor, you walked down the hallway towards an opened door, laughter luring you in. Poking your head in, your eyes landed on a couple blonds that were too busy joking around to notice you.

“Jisung~” you sang.

Your brother’s head snapped up. He yelped and scrambled to his feet, running over and picking you up in a tight hug. You heard a certain dolphin screech before another body slammed into you. A few tears slipped from your eyes and down your cheeks, but your neck was soaked from Jisung’s.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I couldn’t wait until tonight to see you, so I had Dad drop me off on the way to work,” you explained. You cupped his face to wipe the tears away with your thumbs as his grip on you tightened. He’d been staying at the dorms because of rehearsal after rehearsal, so he missed your arrival a couple days ago.

“Jisung, who’s this?” Mark asked.

“This is Y/N. She’s my sister.”

“SISTER?!” the four of them exclaimed.

“You never mentioned you had a sister,” Jeno commented.

It was clear the group was upset; Chenle shifted uncomfortably beside you as Renjun glared at him. You explained why they didn’t know and how Chenle found out. Some of the tension had cleared, but you could tell it wasn’t going to be easy for Jisung or Chenle for a while.

“It really was great meeting you all. These two cannot stop talking about you guys. I’m glad they have you looking out for them,” you said with a smile.

“Aw, you love us,” Chenle cooed. You pinched his cheeks, causing him to complain with words you didn’t understand, but by the looks on everyone’s faces but Renjun, it wasn’t Korean.

“Anyways, I should probably cut this visit short. I’m hungry,” you stated.

“We were just trying to decide where to go for lunch. You should come!” Mark suggested.

“Yeah, I don’t think Jisung is letting go of you anytime soon,” Jeno joked.

“If it’s okay with all of you, I would love to. I’ve been waiting to meet you guys.”

You head to a restaurant down the street, Jisung refusing to let go of your hands until your food arrived. Mark found out you spoke English and freaked out. He really only got to speak it with Johnny, so he felt a little less homesick when talking to you.

“Does this mean we get to hang out at your house now?” Haechan suddenly asked.

Jisung groaned and fell back in his seat. “I knew this would happen.”

“Yes, you guys can come over,” you replied, throwing a playful glare at your brother.

After lunch, Jisung brought you home before heading back to headquarters to meetings and practice. The rest of your break was filled with NCT Dream. You quickly found out that Haechan didn’t hold back on sass-filled comments, especially towards their maknae. Mark giggled at everything, the act doubled whenever you called Jisung or Chenle by their full names in frustration. The last day you guys hung out, you all exchanged phone numbers, you having received a Korean one for Christmas. It was an emotional departure, as they all have been recently, you not wanting to leave the friends you had quickly made.

When it was time for February break, you were unable to make it back to South Korea. Your parents were on a business trip in London, and Jisung’s schedule was far too full to keep you company. You stayed at home and studied, squeezing in FaceTime with Jisung whenever his scheduled allowed it. Your heart ached at the sight of the bags under his eyes.

“Jisung, you need to sleep,” you scolded as you made breakfast.

“But you said you wanted to talk!” he exclaimed.

“That was before I saw how exhausted you are! You could’ve told me you were heading to bed. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had to reschedule a call.”

“Noona—”

“Don’t. Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you soon. Say hi to boys for me.”

“I will.”

“Love you.”

There was a pause. You looked up to find Jisung suddenly looking more awake.

“What?” you asked.

“That’s the first time you’ve said you love me.”

“Well of course I do, idiot. I wouldn’t talk to you this much if I didn’t”

“Say it again.”

“Huh?”

“Say it again,” he said. There was a goofy grin on his face.

You felt a fond smile pull at your cheeks. “I love you, Jisung.”

“Love you too, Noona.”

///

Since your grades were perfect, you got permission from the school to head to South Korea without any academic repercussions. NCT Dream was performing a new song called “Go” on TV for the first time, and it would be Jaemin’s first performance since his hiatus. The whole group was a nervous wreck; the song was completely different from their others, and they were worried that Jaemin would get hurt again. Jisung had no idea you were visiting. If he knew you were watching, he would get too nervous and probably mess up the dance. This was the first performance you’ve ever seen in person, and Jisung was always worried about disappointing you.

You and your parents walked around backstage, lanyards hanging around your necks. NCT Dream was about to head out, so you guys were trying to find a way to the side of the stage without you and your mom being spotted. The group jogged onstage, and the three of you took your spots on the edge.

The performance was breathtaking. Your brother and his friends had never looked so confident dancing before. They moved so effortlessly, as if they weren’t constantly worrying about how everything would go. Jisung’s dancing had improved so much, and you could tell he was having fun.

After the performance, they headed your way to leave the stage. You were hidden behind your parents, watching Jisung through the cracks of their arms. He caught sight of your mom and smiled so big you were afraid his face would split. He ran over and gave her a hug.

“Hi Mom,” he mumbled.

“Hello, baby. You did very well,” she replied.

When Jisung pulled away, your parents stepped aside to reveal you. He had a similar reaction to last time, yelping and picking you up in a hug. He spun you around in happiness, giggles falling from his mouth. You laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek, waving to the rest of the group.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said.

“Thank you, Noona,” he whispered.

As soon as you were set on the ground, you were picked up once again, this time by Chenle. He was letting out these soft sounds that told you he was trying not to cry, so you ran your fingers through his hair to comfort him.

“Who’s that?” Jaemin asked.

“That’s Y/N. We were telling you about her a couple weeks ago,” Renjun stated.

“Jaemin, it’s nice to meet you.” You bowed with Chenle still clinging to you. When you stood straight again, there was an odd expression on Jaemin’s face. However, he still bowed to you and returned the comment.

Your parents decided to treat the boys to dinner to celebrate the performance. Jisung kept an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of your head every once in a while. Moments like this had you wishing you could post pictures of your brother to your Instagram, but there was the worry of one of your followers knowing of him and his friends. You just wanted to show everyone how wonderful your brother was.

When it was time to head home, their manager said Jisung had to head back to the dorms, so he promised to meet up with you and your parents for lunch. You gave him another hug and kiss on the cheek, reminding him once more how proud you were. Waving to everyone else, you got into the cab with your parents and headed home.

///

A week before graduation, Jisung and your dad came to America to help sell the house and all the furniture you didn’t need. You were officially moving to South Korea and taking a couple years off from school to figure out your future. Jisung was ecstatic, finally being able to hang out with you without a deadline looming over your heads.

“What about this?” Jisung asked while holding up a summer dress.

You two were going through your clothes to see what you could donate. He had insisted on speaking as much English as he could while he was visiting. Hwne you asked why, he’d said that you’d worked so hard on your Korean for the family that he thought he should return the favor.

You shook your head. “Mom bought that for me a couple years ago. I haven’t worn it in a while.”

“Donate bag!” he exclaimed before tossing it in the trash bag you had. He shouted that every time you decided to donate an article of clothing.

“Does Jaemin hate me?” you asked as you folded the clothes you were keeping.

Throughout your whole visit in March, Jaemin hadn’t been as welcoming as the rest of the Dreamies were when they’d first met you. He’d give you looks you couldn’t explain, and he wouldn’t talk to you much. You were worried you had somehow upset him.

Jisung paused to think. “I think...he does not know how to...act?”

“Act.”

“Act around you. He is...comfortable around us, but not you.”

“Was he like that when you first met?”

“Yeah. He was very shy. But I thought he was better.”

“You would know,” you said with a snort.

Jisung pursed his lips and threw a pillow at you. The two of you continued to go through your things until it was time for dinner. Dad had made tteokbokki and kimchi, your favorite dish.

“Y/N, are you excited to move?” Mom asked.

“I am. I like when the four of us are together. We don’t get to be a family as much as I want to,” you answered.

Jisung looked confused. “We are always a family.”

“We don’t get to be together as a family as much,” you translated. “We’re separated for most of the year.”

“Ah, okay. Yeah, that makes me sad.”

“Us too. The house was too quiet when it was just Y/N and me,” Mom stated. “We can also be more involved in your career, Jisung.”

“Yeah! I can see you perform more and help you practice your dances,” you said excitedly.

“Help me with English too?”

“Of course, dude. Whatever you need help with.”

A few days later was your graduation. You couldn’t wait to leave and never look back. The people you had considered friends dropped you as soon as you told them you were moving to Seoul. The rest of the school year was tough, but you luckily had the Dreamies a call or message away. Jeno was your hype man when you had to write an essay, Renjun would listen to your fears of the future. Haechan made you laugh to relieve the stress you were constantly under, and Mark would talk about about when he doubted his future in k-pop to show you that if you worked hard you could achieve whatever you wanted. Jisung and Chenle would message you every chance they got, whether it was to cheer you up or simply tell you something that had happened that they wanted to share with you.

“How do I look?” Jisung asked.

You rolled your eyes. “I should be asking you that.”

Jisung’s blond hair was parted to show his face. He wore slacks and a baby-blue button-up with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up.

“You look very handsome,” you complimented. “You’ve grown up so much, man.”

“You look more than pretty,” was his reply. Laughing, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway to leave.

The graduation was, as predicted, boring. You could hear some shushing throughout the ceremony, but it sounded tinny. When your name was called to grab your diploma, you saw that Jisung was holding up his phone. Your parents were as well, so he was probably just recording the ceremony.

“Y/N Park! Y/N Park!” you heard as you approached your parents. When you turned to Jisung, his phone screen was facing you, showing five of the six NCT Dream members in their dorms, chanting and smiling.

“Oh my god! What are you guys doing?” you asked with a smile.

“We wanted to watch you graduate!” Haechan said. “Since we can’t be there, Jisung decided FaceTime was the next best thing.”

You could feel your eyes water, but you held the tears back. “That’s so sweet.”

“We are very proud of you,” Jisung stated.

“Whoa, check out that English!” Mark shouted.

“Jaemin had to go see the doctor, but he says ‘congrats,’“ Jeno stated.

“Is he okay? Is it his back?” you questioned, suddenly concerned.

“He has to have a couple check-ups to make sure his back is still okay. As far as we know, he’s not injured,” Renjun explained.

“It’s more routine than anything,” Chenle added.

“You sound very worried,” Mark commented with a smirk.

“Well, the last thing I need is for you guys to piss yourselves if he has to take another hiatus,” you replied, immediately earning shouts of denial.

You couldn’t wait to be with them again.

///

“Park Y/N! Wakey wakey!”

You groaned as multiple bodies jumped on your bed, various male voices laughing and screaming. The jet lag wasn’t completely gone, so you were pretty pissed that you were woken up.

“You numbskulls have ten seconds to get out of my room or else I’m strangling you all,” you snapped.

Somebody landed on top of you, making your eyes fly open. Jeno’s signature eye smile was mere inches from your face. “You love us too much. Welcome home, sunshine.”

You threw your arms around his neck and squeezed tight. The others noticed and piled on top of you, complaints of favoritism floating in the air. Your eyes drifted to the doorway where Jisung and Jaemin were watching the scene unfold. You held an arm out.

“You two joining or what?” you asked.

Jaemin hesitated before stepping forward, Jisung right behind him. Your brother laid on top of Chenle while Jaemin placed himself next to you. You didn’t hesitate to throw your arm around his shoulders and pull him close with a smile before saying, “It’s good to be home with my friends.”

“I’m hungry,” Mark commented.

“Y/N, can you make us breakfast?” Haechan whined.

You threw your head back and laughed, urging everyone to get up. You missed how Jaemin stared at you while you laughed, but Jeno didn’t. You led the group to the kitchen and started to pull out ingredients for pancakes while Renjun grabbed as many eggs as possible and Haechan found bacon in the fridge. Jisung placed bananas with the pancake ingredients, making you grin at his pleading eyes.

“Noonaaaaaa, I’m hungry,” Chenle whined.

“Hey, she’s my actual noona,” Jisung complained.

“Children, don’t make me put you in time-out. Chenle, you can easily pour yourself some cereal. You certainly know where it is,” you said. “The others will gladly take your share.”

“I call his bacon!” Mark shouted.

“I’m all set,” Chenle stated.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to making the pancake batter. As you added ingredients and mixed everything together, Jaemin made a pot of coffee. When he gave you a mug, you said, “Sorry I can’t give you four shots of espresso.”

The other boy’s eyebrows shot up. “You know my coffee order?”

“Dude, Y/N watches every interview. She’s our number-one czennie,” Haechan chimed in.

You shrugged in response. “Am I not supposed to support my brother and friends?”

“You know we love how supportive you are,” Renjun assured you.

Jeno threw an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. “She knew all the words to ‘Chewing Gum’ before she understood them.”

“I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me,” you grumbled.

“Never, sunshine,” Jeno stated with a smile.

After breakfast and clean up, the boys had to head to practice, giving you time to start unpacking. The clothes didn’t take long since you already had some in your closet and dresser. A lot of your furniture from America was sold, so you didn’t have to worry about that, either. When you got to the box of sheets and blankets, you placed that in the hallway to put in the linen closet later. All that was really left were a couple boxes of books and decorations.

There were a lot of pictures to place around your room, even after getting rid of the ones that had your “friends” in them. There was one of you and your dad at the father-daughter dance last year that you placed on your dresser, along with one of you and your mom on your very first day of school The one of your family at the wedding hung proudly by the door. Two frames were placed on your nightstand: one of you and Jisung at your graduation, the other backstage at NCT Dream’s “Go” performance, which was also Jaemin’s comeback. There were so many pictures of you and Jisung that it shocked you. Seeing all of this reminded you of how your relationship changed the night he reached out to you, despite the language barrier. The two of you did something you never thought would happen; you became a family.

“Ow! Damn it, Y/N! Why is this sitting int he hallway?”

You turned around to face Jisung, surprised he was home. When you checked your phone, though, you realized more time had passed than you thought.

“Hey Ji! Sorry, I was gonna put them in the linen closet, but I lost track of time,” you explained. “How was practice?”

“It was okay. We’re gonna start filming the music video in a couple weeks, so everyone’s a little stressed about perfecting this dance,” he said. “I’m gonna take a nap. Can you wake me up in an hour?”

“You got it.”

“Thanks, Noona. Room looks good, by the way.”

“We Go Up” was set to debut at the end of August. The album, which was getting released in September, would be Mark’s last. It was safe to say everyone was on edge. Jisung’s mood had dramatically changed when they were told the release date. You wanted to help him, but you didn’t know how. You didn’t want to think about when the ‘00 line would graduate next year.

///

You ran errands with your mom for one day, and Jisung’s hair was suddenly rose gold. One. Day. You wanted to have a photoshoot with him to capture how cute he was.

“Chenle’s hair is mint green!”

Oh my god.

“I can’t handle it. You guys are too cute,” you whined.

“Hey! What about me?” Haechan asked.

“Ask me when your hair is a fun color.” The other boy crossed his arms and pouted.

“Jaemin’s hair is pink,” Chenle mumbled, his face red with embarrassment.

“Your team is trying to give me a heart-attack, I swear.”

“How so?” Jaemin asked as he joined you from his room.

A strangled noise came from your mouth, and you rushed over to play with his hair. He tensed up until your fingers ran through his pink locks, his whole body melting under the touch. How could hair that’s constantly bleached and dyed be so soft?

“You look like cotton candy,” you whispered.

“I hope that’s a good thing,” he joked.

“The best.”

“Now I kinda wish I picked a fun color,” you heard Jeno mutter.

You cooed and fell into Jeno’s lap, his arms immediately circling tight around your waist as you pinch his cheeks and say, “Aw, you’ll always have a spot in my heart, Jennie-bear.”

“You said you didn’t have a bias!” Chenle accused.

“As a czennie, I don’t have a bias. You all are talented, handsome, and charming in your own ways. As your friend—well, Jeno doesn’t really use skinship, but he doesn’t hesitate to with me,” you told them.

“It’s because you’re so cuddly and cute,” Jeno commented as he nuzzled behind your ear playfully.

“That’s very true,” Jisung piped up. “Whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed, Y/N will drag me to the couch and turn on my favorite movie before cuddling me. Her presence is just so...calming.”

“Okay, so I’m not the only one that’s noticed that,” Mark commented.

Jeno started to rock you back and forth slightly as they talked about their comeback. They were excited about the music, but you knew what they were avoiding: Mark’s graduation. There was a song that they wrote that made Jisung cry every time he thought about the lyrics. At one point you got up to go to the bathroom, and when you returned to the living room, Jaemin reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into the armchair with him. You were surprised and about to ask, when he whispered out a broken, “Please.”

You shifted in his lap until you could wrap your arms around his neck. His head rested against your shoulder as your fingers played with his hair, his body melting into the chair. Before you knew it, his breathing had slowed, and his face was completely lax. His body was so warm, lulling you to sleep.

You don’t know how long you were out, but when you woke up, the sun was setting in the sky. Jaemin was still fast asleep, his head resting on top of yours and small snores coming from his mouth. You grabbed your phone to check the time, but a text from your brother caught your attention.

Jisung: Don’t know if you’ll wake up before you’re back but we went to KFC for dinner. Text me if you guys want anything ��

“Jaemin. Jaemin, wake up,” you said groggily.

Jaemin groaned and tightened his hold on you. His eyes fluttered open slowly, eventually looking down to you. “Hey. What time is it?”

“Almost six. We fell asleep, so the guys went to dinner without us,” you said. “Jisung said he would bring something back for us.”

“Where’d they go?”

“KFC.”

“Can you pull up the menu on your phone?”

A few taps later, and you were looking at the Korean website for KFC. Jaemin had you open the sandwiches menu, and you both went “ooh,” at one that had a fried egg on it.

“I want that,” he whispered.

“Me too. Anything to drink?”

“Cola.”

You texted your orders to Jisung and went to stand up, but Jaemin held onto you. You tried again, but he wasn’t letting go.

“Jaemin, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“O-oh. Sorry.”

After washing your hands and checking your reflection, you headed back to the living room, stopping when you reached the doorway. Sitting with Jaemin was comfortable, but wouldn’t it be weird if you went over there? You decided to just sit on the couch. However, Jaemin grabbed you and, like before, pulled you into his lap. Instead of saying anything, you took your phone out and played a game. Jaemin was watching some gaming video, the volume down low.

“We’re back!” Mark announced as the door opened. He appeared in the living room first, grinning as he placed your food and drinks on the coffee table. “You two look comfy.”

“Like you guys said, she’s cuddly,” Jaemin mumbled, avoiding eye contact with either of you.

“He’s acting much different from when you first met, huh?” Mark asked you.

“Talking in English is rude, Mark,” you scolded, ignoring his comment.

“You tell him, Y/N!” Chenle cheered.

You leaned forward to grab the food. Jaemin followed with an arm still around your waist. It was clear he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon, but you were okay with that. He obviously was holding something in, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. If holding onto you helped him de-stress, you would gladly stay until he was okay.

“Are you, uh, gonna eat like that?” Renjun asked.

Jaemin shrugged. “I’m okay with it.”

“I’m too comfy,” you admitted.

Throughout the night, you and Jaemin shared memes and watched YouTube videos together. You talked to the others as well, but you two were really focused on each other. He was really easy to get along with, now that he was comfortable around you. It was like a switch had flipped in him, and it was for the better. When you and Jisung left the dorms, you had a new friend and another number in your phone.

///

As soon as the door shut behind you and Jisung, the other Dreamies turned to Jaemin. He jumped at the sudden movement, eyes wide as he waited for whatever they were going to say.

“Do you like Y/N?” Chenle asked.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool,” Jaemin responded.

“No, do you like her? Like, do you want to date her?” Haechan questioned.

Jaemin was shocked. “I don’t really know her well enough to have feelings like that.”

“Do you think she’s pretty?” Renjun asked.

“Of course, but that doesn’t matter.”

That night, Jaemin laid in bed thinking about how the others questioned him. While it seemed like they weren’t upset at the thought of him possibly liking you, it was clear they cared about you. They would hurt anyone who broke your heart, and that was intimidating. He would have to be careful of falling for you.

A few days later, you and Jaemin were at the grocery store. Jaemin lost Mario Kart and his punishment was going to the market. The group needed food for the week, but they all hated shopping, so you offered to go with him. You two were wearing hats and face masks, you only wearing it to make him look less suspicious. You had gone to a different aisle for some snacks, but you had been gone for a while, so Jaemin went looking for you. When he finally found you, he stopped in his tracks.

You were staring at the shelves, your eyebrows scrunched together. It was clear you were pouting, and it occurred to him that maybe you didn’t know what the others liked. You knew so much about them that he never thought you would need his help with shopping. He was about to step forward when an elderly woman approached you. He smiled as he watched you follow her around the store, grabbing a few items from high shelves for her since you were the same height as Renjun.

The elderly woman hugged you once she had everything she needed, and your eyes landed on Jaemin as she walked away. You smiled sheepishly and told him you didn’t grab any snacks, but he simply smiled and told you it was okay. The two of you walked back to that aisle, and he told you about each snack he grabbed, like who liked what and why they liked it. You then went over to produce, where you were greeted by an older worker named Hosung. Jaemin eavesdropped on your conversation with the employee as he picked up some apples and carrots. Hosung commented that he hadn’t seen you in a while, and you mentioned that you were now permanently in South Korea since you finally graduated high school and were able to move in with your family. Jaemin was shocked that you two were talking like you’d known each other for a long time before he remembered that you’ve been visiting the country for years, so maybe you had.

After you hugged Hosung goodbye, you and Jaemin headed to the registers. You picked the line, ignoring the one that had less people in it. When he questioned you, you said that you hadn’t seen Yumi in a long time since she was on medical leave the last time you shopped here. The cashier spotted you two and turned her light off, a sweet smile on her face.

“Y/N! Oh, I haven’t seen you in forever,” the older woman greeted as she came around the counter to hug you and pinch your cheeks.

“I missed you, Yumi,” you stated, a huge smile on your face.

“Is this your boyfriend?” Yumi asked, glancing to the boy next to you.

“No, this is Jaemin,” you announced as he bowed.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he greeted.

“Oh! You’re one of Jisung’s friends!” the woman exclaimed. Panic rose in his chest until you grabbed his hand, squeezing it.

“Don’t worry. She won’t tell anyone,” you assured him. “She’s kept Jisung’s secret for years.”

“He’s such a sweet boy. How could I betray him?” Yumi asked.

She went back to the register to ring up the food, asking you questions about how school went and what you were doing now that you were living in South Korea. Your face lit up as you told her about what you’d been doing so far and how excited you were to figure out your future while you were here. Yumi glanced at Jaemin and saw the fond look on his face, smirking to herself.

The two of you hugged Yumi before heading back to the dorms. You had to take the train back, so Jaemin paid for the both of you as thanks for going with him to the store. When you got on the train, the two of you were squished together. You looked up at Jaemin to find his eyes already on you. His cheeks peeked from his face mask, which meant he was smiling at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

You rolled your eyes and said, “Clearly it’s not nothing. You’ve never looked at me like that for no reason.”

He shrugged. “I’m just thinking about how well you know some of the people that work at that grocery store.”

“That’s what’s making you smile?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s really sweet! I don’t know,” he mumbled, looking away from you as he blushed. “Forget it.”

You hesitating before telling him, “When I refused to learn Korean, they would talk to me in English. They were the only ones that did. Everyone else would just talk to somebody else in my family. When I started to learn Korean, they were so patient with me, even helping me when I couldn’t remember how the phrasing went. Hosung and Yumi didn’t have to do all that, but they did, and I’m grateful for that.”

Jaemin looked back to you. “All the more reason to smile.”

///

Jaemin watched as you danced around goofily with Haechan, Jisung, and Chenle. You and the Dreamies were in the practice room. You wanted to watch the “We Go Up” dance, and then you wanted to learn the “Chewing Gum” routine. Renjun, Jeno, and Mark were dancing to the song, but Jeno broke away to sit next to Jaemin. He saw the smile on Jaemin’s face and followed his gaze, Jeno’s eyes landing on you as Haechan spun you around.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jeno asked.

“Huh?”

“Y/N. She helps people whether she knows them or not, she’s mastered the Korean language while helping Jisung with his English, and she didn’t give up on becoming your friend when you were so closed off to her,” Jeno explained. “She’s exactly your type.”

“And how do you know my type?” Jaemin questioned.

“Because you’re my best friend, and you haven’t stopped staring at her the part twenty minutes.” Jeno looked at Jaemin. “You’ve been so worried about developing feelings for her, you failed to notice that you already have.”

Pink hair went flying as Jaemin whipped his head over to the boy next to him. He then looked at you. You were on Chenle’s back, laughing as he ran around. His heart raced at the sight of pure joy on your face.

“Shit.”

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Something was up. You didn’t know what, but the Dreamies were acting weird. All you had wanted to do was go to the mall, but they were constantly splitting up. Jaemin looked like he was ready to kill them, while Jisung clearly didn’t know what was going on every time somebody dragged him away.

“Let’s go to Adidas!” Renjun said, grabbing your brother’s arm.

“Wait! I...wanna go,” you trailed off as you were, once again, ignored. The others were spread through the building, leaving you alone with Jaemin. Frustrated, you started to walk away.

“Wait, where are you going?” he questioned.

“Home. It’s clear nobody wants to hang out with me,” you said, feeling dejected.

“I do.”

Turning around, you faced Jaemin. His eyes refused to meet yours as his cheeks turned pink. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he was rocking back and forth on his feet. There were a few seconds of silence before he said, “Come on. Let’s grab something to eat. On me.”

The two of you ended up grabbing burgers. Jaemin picked a table by the windows, so you were able to watch the bustling city below. You turned back to take a bite of your food when you realized Jaemin was staring at you with a small smile on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Not this again. Is there something on my face?”

“No, it’s just—you look really good in this light.”

That caught you off guard. You knew Jaemin was a flirt, but you never expected it to be directed towards you. “O-oh. Thank you.”

“Do you mind if I take your picture?”

“Uh, yeah. What do you want me to do?” you asked.

“Look out the window again.”

You followed his instructions and looked at the world below. There was somebody dancing for tips, and you couldn’t help but smile; it reminded you of Jisung. You heard a tinny shutter-click, so you looked back at Jaemin. There was another shutter-click, and then Jaemin blushed.

“Sorry. I-I didn’t mean—”

“Can I see it?”

He poked at his phone a couple times before handing it to you. The girl in the photo was smiling softly as she looked out the glass before her. In the next photo, she was looking right at the camera, a look of adoration on her face. You couldn’t believe that was you.

“I’ve never looked like that before,” you stated.

“What are you talking about? You always look like that.”

You glanced up at Jaemin. The glimmer in his eyes changed the air between you two. You could both feel it, but neither of you knew what to do next.

Of course, that didn’t last long. The Dreamies appeared out of nowhere, complaining about how you got food without them. You didn’t let that continue for very long and immediately started scolding them over how they kept running away and ignoring you and how Jaemin stopped you from leaving early. They all hung their heads and apologized for hurting your feelings before offering to take you to the stores you wanted to go to.

“Why bother? You already know what’s in there,” you snapped with a frown on your face. “I want to be left alone right now. Because that’s clearly what you wanted.”

“That’s not—” Mark start, but you cut him off.

“Don’t bother. I know when I’m not wanted.”

You walked away, Jaemin running after you. He said, “You know that’s not what they meant.”

“Oh, I know. They deserve a taste of their own medicine, though, don’t you think?” you asked with a smirk. “Come on, there’s a park nearby I want to visit.”

You grabbed Jaemin’s hand and dragged him down the street. When the two of you reached the park, you started to release his hand, but he held on. Glancing at him, you could see a blush forming on his cheeks. You entwined your fingers, his attention snapping to you at the action. You sent a shy smile his way before turning your focus back to the trail you were walking on.

You reached a garden, no one else in sight. There were flowers everywhere,a sweet aroma floating in the air from their petals. When you looked at Jaemin, you were surprised to find his eyes on you instead of the beautiful scene sitting mere meters away.

“You’re staring again,” you pointed out.

“I can’t help it,” was his response.

Before you could say anything else, you heard the guys calling for you two. How the hell did they find you? Suddenly, you were pulled towards the treeline. Jaemin was laughing as the two of you dodged tree after tree before he finally stopped behind a large trunk. Your chests were pressed together, pants coming from your mouths. Jaemin had an arm around your back as he peered around the tree, your friends’ voices in the distance. You admired how strong his jawline was and how his skin glistened in the sun that was peeking through the leaves.

“Okay, I think we’re safe,” he stated.

He turned to you, whatever sentence was next dying on his lips. You were looking up at him with a small smile on your face, your eyes shining and your cheeks flushed. He couldn’t tell if it was from the running or the proximity, but in that moment he didn’t care. All he wanted was for you to never stop looking at him like that. You were so beautiful, it took his breath away. With a shaky hand, he pushed some hair behind your ear.

“I really like you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The smile on your face grew as you said, “Good, ‘cause I really like you too.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest. He grinned and leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss as a hand cupped your jaw. Your hands clutched at the fabric over his chest. You were over the moon with Jaemin right next to you. It felt like something was finally locking into place.

“Found you.”

You jumped, bumping foreheads with the boy in front of you. The two of you clutched your heads as you turned to glare at Chenle, but you froze when you saw everyone a few feet away. Your eyes immediately landed on Jisung, worried about his reaction. However there was a smile on his face, matching everyone else.

“Well, it’s about damn time!” Haechan exclaimed.

“What?” you and Jaemin said.

“She sat in your lap before you were even friends,” Renjun stated.

“And then you guys fell asleep, woke up, and ate dinner, all while she sat in your lap,” Mark continued.

“And she’s your type,” Jeno added.

“And he’s your type,” Jisung commented.

“Okay! We get it, it was obvious to everyone but us,” you snapped. “So, what now?”

Jaemin paused. There was a dating ban in NCT, and there were some huge consequences if that rule was broken. He’d been working towards this career for years, sacrificing his old life and his health when he’d hurt his back. However, he cared about you too much to break your heart after all this, and he knew that the other members of NCT would have his back once they met you.

“We’ll have to be careful, but I want to take you on a date,” he said.

“If you’re willing to take that chance, then I’m in,” you replied.

The guys cheered as Jaemin kissed you again before the eight of you decided to head back to the dorms. Jaemin had an arm around your shoulders while Jisung’s hand found yours so it wouldn’t look suspicious. As you walked through the garden, your brother asked, “Are you happy?”

You looked at the boy that was quickly becoming one of the most important people in your life. His smile was as bright as his hair, and he had a heart of gold. He looked at you and winked, a fond look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I am.”

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years ago

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Love In This Club

Title: Love In This Club

Fandom: American Assassin

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,358

Warnings: Lap Dance, Male orgasm, cursing

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite

Author Notes: My debut of my assassin boyfriend. I don’t know if I’ve done him justice but this was fun to write. Love this guy he’s just yummy. Enjoy! Feedback is always welcome.

Gif Credit: @dylanholyhellobrien

“So this training is gonna be a little different.” Hurley said as Mitch and him walked into the room that was set up for the next training class. Mitch frowned as he looked over at Hurley before darting his eyes around the room. He scoffed softly as he saw how the room was laid out like a strip club with neon lights and strobe lights flashing everywhere.

“Seriously Hurley. A strip club? That’s my next mission?” Mitch sneered at the older man.

“No you’re next mission is taking out the low life who frequents a strip club every Friday as matter of fact.” Hurley snapped at him in a low voice when he turned to Mitch with a glare. “Your training is so that you’re not distracted during the mission.” Mitch scoffed again and glowered at Hurley.

“When have I ever been distracted during a mission Hurley? Huh?” Mitch taunted the older man as they made their way into the room.

“Rapp you’re a loose cannon in the field you’ve proven that time and time again. This is training for you and for the girl.” Hurley snapped at him.

“What girl?” Mitch asked, confused.

“Your partner.” Hurley slung at him and Mitch scowled angrily at the man. “Just fucking sit there.” Hurley snipped as he pointed to the large plush chair in front of them.

Doing as he’s told for once Mitch sits in the chair eyeing the rest of the trainees and crew members that are filling the faux strip club. His eyes are darting around critically as the strobe lights flash around the room and he finds the target as he walks into the room. “So we’re gonna work on you being inconspicuous and being able to blend in with the crowd but also being able to keep an eye on your target no matter how many distractions are thrown your way.” Hurley says from the ear piece that’s in Mitch’s ear.

Mitch nods and slouches further in his seat letting his feet plant on the floor as his eyes dart around the room casually glancing at the target but his eyes land on a young woman making her way over to him. She smiles sweetly at him and he lets his eyes rake up and down her body slowly. She’s wearing a skimpy set of lingerie that’s more straps then cloth. Her lithe body is toned and he notices the muscles that lay underneath her skin. She’s got high stiletto heels on her feet that make her legs look longer than they are. Her hair is in a loose style letting it fall around her shoulders and her makeup is smoky and accentuates her face.

“Want a dance hotshot?” she asks in a sinful sultry voice and Mitch’s eyes glide up hers, which hold a challenging sparkle in them. His partner. Mitch nods his head and widens his legs giving her room to situate herself on his lap. “You can touch, I don’t mind.” she simpers to him over her shoulder and their eyes lock for a moment and Mitch can feel his cock hardening in his pants already.

The music is blaring in the background and Mitch has an eyeful of this woman’s round perky ass hovering over his lap as she begins to grind her hips into his with her hands placed on his knees for stability. He watches her ass slide along the front of his jeans towards the edge of his seat before sliding slowly back up towards his stomach. The thong she’s wearing is a dark hunter green color and it compliments her skin tone and covers nothing on her body. Mitch lets one of his hands come to fall around the curve of her ass and tilts her ass a fraction downwards so that she’s truly sliding against him.

He hears her gasp softly before his eyes sweep around the room to see his target still engaged with other women who work at the club. A firm weight falls to his chest and the woman is arching her back away from him as she swivels her hips against his rubbing her ass against his front now. Her arms come up to frame his face and her fingers trail along his neck sensually.

Mitch has to give it to this woman she knows how to move her hips. He can already feel himself hardening further underneath her ass and he clenches his jaw to reign in his body’s reaction. His hands slide from their position to rest on her moving thighs and he lets his fingers tap absentmindedly as her head comes to rest next to his. He takes a moment to watch as she arcs and grinds her hips against before letting her thighs fall open. His eyes immediately landing on her covered core.

Her hips are grinding and rubbing in circles against him and he just barely stops himself from bucking up into her. His hands slide up to her hips and hold there slightly guiding her grinding ass against him. He presses his lips to her ear that's closest to him and groans lowly feeling her body shiver against him.

She then turns her head to look into his dark amber eyes heatedly. "Keep watch." She reminds him in barely audible tone over the music. He watches as she sits up again and places her hands on his spread knees and begins that deliciously sinful glide against him. Mitch snaps a hand down onto her ass and she yelps sharply whirling her head over to glare at him.

"I thought you said I could touch?" He teases her before his eyes dart over the room again spotting the target getting his own lap dance. Mitch slowly let's his eyes fall back on the bouncing ass in front of him again and he bites his bottom lip trying to hold in a groan.

Her movements falter as a large hand clamps down on her hip and he drags her closer to him. He waits for her response but she never breaks her cover and continues to grind on him, her head falling back letting her hair cascade over her back and land on his jeans. Mitch imagines what it would be like to take her to bed and he minutely thrusts upward. He's close, there's no way he could be unaffected by her body grinding on his in that skimpy lingerie.

He feels hot and sweat is gathering on his brow as she continues her torture. He grits his teeth and darts his eyes over to the target. He wants to finish this preferably somewhere private but he knows his body won't be able to last much longer. His orgasm is creeping up on him and he knows it's going to be a powerful one.

With his eyes on the target his hands grip at her hips and thrust her hard onto him before holding her there. She yelps again stilling but when she feels him twitch against her she begins to grind harshly into him. Dragging her covered core completely over his erection. He grunts softly as he comes in his pants. His eyes close momentarily as he let's the feeling of his orgasm rush over him.

Mitch’s eyes dart over to the target and see that he’s standing from the chair he had been in and Mitch taps the woman’s hip with his fingers. She gets up from her position and moves off him walking away to ask another man if he wanted to dance. Mitch follows her with his eyes glued to her ass seeing the dark spot on her green thong when she turns back to face him. She's grinding on another man now but her eyes are locked on him as her fingers slide down to the wet spot and swirl her finger over it before bringing them up to her lips. He grunts lowly at the image and he knows his eyes are heated as they stare at her. He’s then up and out of his chair and following the target out of the room signalling the end of the training session.

#my writing #thirsty thursday #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp #american assassin

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kihyunswrath · 5 years ago

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This was not Wonho’s decision, and that’s why I’m fighting

At first I also believed Starship when they told everyone Wonho himself called the CEO’s and managers and whoever and made it clear he had decided to leave, but now that I know how Starship has been acting afterwards, I want you all to know that with 100% certainty, resigning was not what Wonho originally asked for. He might have been the one contacting his employers first, he might have been panicking, overreacting, crying and thinking that it’s over for him, but him wanting to resign in a matter of days? Nope. That’s not what happened. Starship kicked him out, silenced him, forced him out of his dorm room and probably took some of his money.

Now think about this. Wonho knows this comeback is something they have been planning for months on end. He has been there the whole time, he knows how comebacks work. He knows those are critical times for their success. He has personally witnessed the sweat, tears and injuries all the members have suffered for this specific comeback. He was also excited about it, because he knew it was going to be good. This comeback was strong, anticipated, well prepared, expensive. The music video and all the songs were fucking good.

Would he leave the company in two, three days and leave his members alone to finish this comeback for him? I want you to imagine him sitting in a chair inside the Starship building office, or his dorm room sofa at night, reading the Instagram posts over and over and thinking about this. In these nearest hours after all those rumors were published, he probably had already pictured everything in his head. He’s been in this industry for years, he knows how things go. He knew how Starship handles things, much better than we do. He knew that if he left now, Starship would most likely not halt the comeback plans but instead force everyone to continue. He knew his closest friend Kihyun would have to learn his parts and that everyone in the group would be absolutely devastated, depressed and also angry. He could imagine in advance how every single member would react and how those reactions would differ from one another. He probably could imagine their facial expressions, their begging words, their rage, their cries, every little detail. He knew they wouldn’t be given any rest, but that instead they would be told to practice themselves to pure exhaustion, overstraining and death, and that it was all because of him.

He knew exactly how much money was wasted on this comeback and that if he had to leave, there was no certainty that any of that money would come back to them. He knew that if he left, Monsta X’s entire future was at risk and that for certain, their peak had now been reached and that this was it. They would never reach quite the same heights they had reached so far. All the dreams about winning in MAMA’s, being invited to American television shows, published articles in Billboard magazines and whatnot, making deals with different record labels, breaking new records? Most likely gone.

So would he do it, just because of his dark past that had been there this whole fucking time? That didn’t mysteriously come up now, but was actually widely recognized, accepted and seen as a crucial part of Wonho’s storyline, his redemption arc. People loved him because he had won all the hardships in his past, because he had promised to change and grow up as a person, because we saw how he had fought hard to debut and pay back to his mom who he thought he had failed. People loved him because he wasn’t perfect but was capable of showing his gratitude, his respect, love and admiration toward the other members and us fans.

Sure, weed is a serious business in South Korea, but so far, there has been no proof. We still don’t know whether Wonho has actually ever used drugs or whether this is just them blackmailing him. We don’t know if he has used drugs knowingly or accidentally. We don’t know if he had been smoking weed for months or years, for a couple of days or just fucking one time. We don’t know if there was peer pressure involved. I am now hearing people say not even the allegation about him spending time in a juvenile detention center / prison is necessarily true. We only know the fact that Wonho had already been in different police investigations (later on unknowingly) and got out with clear papers. We know he has not been involved in drugs during the entire time he has been a member of Monsta X, and that many of the other stupid things he did occurred when he was not even a trainee yet, and that no matter what, he had atoned for those things already.

He also knew Jung Da Eun and Han Seo Hee who were reporting him were not concerned old friends or people with remarkable authority and insight into his life, they were just convicted criminals who had all the reasons to lie, distort facts and attempt to ruin his life. We know that because they had already spread literal lies about other idols, and because one of them has already provably been in a fucking prison and was clearly bitter towards any one of her (according to one source I found she’s a trans man and probably would use male pronouns but since gendered pronouns are not a thing in Korean and I don’t know enough of this topic I’m just using the pronouns all the English-speaking sources are using) old friends who are more successful than she is.

Would he really leave suspiciously in a matter of two fucking days, proving and making people suspicious that he was guilty of all these things and still had uncovered secrets, crimes and things he had miserably been covering all this time, leave his fans wondering what ever even happened, leave his dorm that had become home to him, his band members who were closer to him than his own fucking mom probably was? Would he immediately abandon everything he had been fighting tooth and nail for, for YEARS on end, just because of claims that already belonged to the past, claims that could have been settled years ago, claims that were about his private life and didn’t have anything to do with his job as an idol?

Again, mind you, he hasn’t beaten anyone up, he hasn’t murdered anyone, he hasn’t used hard drugs, he hasn’t been in a prison as an adult, he hasn’t raped, assaulted, harassed, stalked, doxxed, bullied or fought with anyone, nor are these two dipshits even claiming that. He has not done anything at all. Not now, not during his career, and it’s extremely hard to prove that he ever did.

So would he leave on his own volition, just for fun? I don’t know, I’ll let you do the math.

Now Starship, on the other hand. Starship HAS done things that prove they were the actual perpetrator. They rapidly terminated his contract, they removed him from the dorm almost violently fast (it was less than two full days after the announcement). They forced the other boys to focus on the comeback shows, keeping them busy. They have ignored every contact, negotiation and discussion attempt done by Monbebes. They silenced both Wonho and the other members so that we aren’t even seeing Monsta X sending Wonho goodbye messages, giving us encouragement (not that they could offer us any in this situation) or telling anyone how they feel about this issue. Wonho has not said absolutely anything since the official announcement, even though if this was his making and he wasn’t even planning to come back, he would have no reason to not approach us fans and tell that it will be ok, that he will figure things out, that he wants to solve these issues once and for all and that he sees our messages. Nothing. Radio silence.

Make of that what you will, but for fuck’s sake stop talking about this issue as if the rest of us fighting for this case, fighting for Wonho and fighting for Monsta X, are somehow selfish, overreacting, ungrateful or not respecting Wonho’s decisions.

I don’t care what y’all think, this is the group I have been paying for. I have given Monsta X more money I have ever given to any other group, and believe me I have been supporting at least 50 different groups in my lifetime. I have met them four times in real life. I have a fuckton of memories from them I hold dear. I have a fuckton of knowledge about this industry and how it works, and this is not only my hobby, but also my academic field, my strength. I know Starship can be brought down, I know exactly when and what they did wrong and I am ready to take action.

If you don’t want to join us changing the world you can fuck off and go eat your cereal and sandwich, watch Simpsons and go buy lipsticks from Amazon or whatever it is that you peeps do and leave this to us.

We’re not playing and we will not be stopped. We will go to the end of the world to find this smile and put it back to his face.

Even if it means Starship will burn in a big ass bonfire.

#wonho #monstax #monsta x #kpop #kihyun #shownu #jooheon #hyungwon #minhyuk #changkyun #mine #gif not mine #pic not mine

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honeypwark · 4 years ago

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[ Breaking and Entering ]

↳ Pre-Debut era

↳ Katie kidnaps Songi and Yuna. Chiyuu joins them as they go to their new dorm. They tell stories.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The girls in the dorm all sleep peacefully. While the two smaller rooms in the dorm sleep two and four girls respectively, the largest room of the dorm is home to eight girls, all of whom are tucked into their beds comfortably and snoozing away. The room is neat and organized, mostly thanks to the eldest, Heo Songi. This means that when a figure silently eases the window open and slips through it to land lightly on her feet inside the room, there is nothing for her to trip on.

As if her motherly instincts kick in while she sleeps, Songi wakes despite the intruder not making a noise. Songi doesn’t understand the tingling feeling on the back of her neck until she looks out at the room and spots the shadowy figure. She freezes in fear, watching in horror as the figure walks across the room to the young girl that sleeps on the top bed of the far bunk.

The figure shakes Ahn Yuna awake gently. Songi can hear that she says something to Yuna but not what. Yuna doesn’t start screaming as she wakes and sees who has woken her, only sitting up and rubbing her eyes sleepily. The figure steps away from the bunk and tip toes across the room to Songi herself.

As moonlight is cast across the figure’s face, Songi’s fear is immediately gone and she rolls her eyes. She sits up as the figure gets closer.

“What are you doing here, Katie?” Songi whispers to her unhappily.

Katie Kim crouches beside Songi’s bunk and grins her signature cheeky grin up at the other girl.

“I’m here to kidnap you.”

Songi rolls her eyes, “Right.”

“Throw on a coat and meet me at street level.”

“Why?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I’m fine here, thanks.”

“Okay, guess I’ll just wander around Seoul at one in the morning with Chiyuu and Yuna without any supervision, then.”

Songi knows what she’s doing. She’s making her motherly instincts kick in, basically guilt tripping her into coming so the younger girls will have someone actually responsible to look after them.

“Fine.”

Katie’s grin widens, “Great.”

Katie walks back over to the window.

“Where you going? I thought we were going somewhere?”

“We are,” Katie assures her, “I have to get something from my dorm that would have made my breaking and entering venture much less successful.”

Katie slips back out through the window with a practiced ease that makes Songi uneasy.

Five minutes or so later, Songi stands outside of the apartment building SM’s trainee dorms are located in. Yuna stands in the February cold with her, another young trainee Kang Chiyuu at her other side. Chiyuu had already been waiting for them when they’d arrived.

“Where is she?” Songi asks.

Yuna just shrugs and tucks her face a little farther into her scarf.

“There she is!” Chiyuu says, pointing up and into the alley.

Songi steps around Chiyuu to look into the space between the apartment complex and the adjacent building. Descending the fire escape quickly is Katie, now with a backpack on her back. The Texan reaches the last landing and climbs down the short ladder portion. She jumps onto the dumpster then onto the ground without fear or hesitation.

Chiyuu claps happily as if applauding for a performance. Katie gives an exaggerated bow.

“You couldn’t have just used the elevator?” Songi asks.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Katie says with a shrug. “Let’s go.”

“Are you going to tell us where we’re going?” Songi asks as she follows Katie down the sidewalk.

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

“So no.”

“Nope!”

Yuna walks beside Songi, her hand in the older girl’s. Ahead of them, Katie and Chiyuu skip and dance and spin around streetlights as though it’s not below freezing and one in the morning.

Chiyuu has always admired Katie. She thinks the older girl is one of the coolest people she’s ever met. Yuna also thinks Katie is very cool, but she’s much too shy to take after her like Chiyuu tries to. And Songi does not think that Katie is someone anyone should look up to as a role model. But try as she might, Songi can’t stop Chiyuu and the other younger female trainees’ idolization of Katie.

Eventually, Katie stops at a bus stop. She spins around and sits on the bench to wait. Chiyuu copies her movements and plops down beside her. Songi sits on Katie’s other side with Yuna.

“You know we can’t just go out anytime we want. We have a curfew,” Songi reminds Katie.

“Do you even know how to have fun?” Katie asks, not even sparing her a glance as she puts Chiyuu in a joking headlock and ruffles her hair.

“I know how to have fun!”

“Really? Then act like it.”

Katie lets Chiyuu go and they continue waiting for the bus. It comes eventually and the four girls climb on, sitting at the back as its only passengers. Chiyuu sits by the window and Katie sits beside her. Songi sits next to Katie again.

“I don’t like this.”

“What?”

“Breaking the rules.”

Katie laughs at that, “You are such a goodie two shoes.”

“I just don’t want us to suddenly not be able to debut because you’re dragging us to do something dangerous.”

“Relax, Songs, we’re not doing anything dangerous.”

“So that means we’re doing something stupid.”

Katie laughs again, “Would you chill out? Just enjoy the ride.”

When they get off the bus, they walk for a bit more then stop in front of an apartment building.

“What are we doing here?” Songi asks.

She leans over Katie’s shoulder as she inputs the pin to enter the building. Katie holds the door open for the other three then steps into the warm lobby with them. She rubs her hands together to warm them then presses her palms to her cheeks.

“Our manager told me where our new dorm is going to be.”

Songi looks around, “And what are we going here?”

“I may or may not have totally swiped the key from him.”

Katie digs around in her pocket and pulls out a shiny silver key.

“You WHAT?!”

Katie laughs, “Dude, chill. It’s literally our dorm.”

“You can’t just steal things from people!”

“It’s not really stealing if it’s ours.”

“Are you just okay with breaking and entering twice in one night?”

“I haven’t broken anything; your window was unlocked and I have the dorm key. So if you think about it I’m just... entering.”

“It-It’s not-“

“Come on.”

Katie grabs Songi’s wrist and drags her over to the elevator. They ride up to the seventh floor and get out. Chiyuu happily skips alongside Katie, the two beating Songi and Yuna to the apartment.

“Drum roll, please,” Katie says, waving the key through the air before inserting it in the lock.

She turns the handle and swings the door open with a big flourish.

“Explore, my children,” Katie says, gesturing to the apartment with wide arms.

Chiyuu grabs Yuna’s hand and tugs her off to go check out the inside of their soon-to-be dorm. Katie gestures again for Songi to enter. She does so with an unhappy huff. Katie enters last and shuts the door behind her.

Songi walks over to the kitchen, silently appreciating the clean appliances and countertops. She could put the toaster under those cabinets. A mug rack would look cute right there. She stops herself from getting too absorbed in possible decoration ideas and turns around.

She finds Katie in the living room, moving some bundles out of the corner and into the middle of the room.

“What are those?” Songi asks.

“Sleeping bags.”

“...for what?”

“Are we gonna have a sleepover!?” Chiyuu asks excitedly, returned from looking at the empty bedrooms with Yuna.

“Of course, we are,” Katie says.

Each girl grabs a sleeping bag, Songi albeit reluctantly. Once they’ve each claimed a spot, laying their sleeping bags out to make a misshapen square, Katie grabs her backpack.

“Okay, we’ve got skittles, seaweed chips, and sprite for Chiyuu- catch! Nice. Almonds and strawberry milk for Yuna, there you go. And applesauce and tuna kimbap for m’lady.”

Songi is surprised when Katie tosses her favorite snacks into her lap but when she looks up, Katie is already reaching back into her bag. She pulls out a couple paper plates and some candles, setting to work lighting them so they can have some light.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“One time my friends and I were having a prank war, so I got my friend’s boyfriend to take her out on a date so I could sneak over to her house and cover her bedroom wall to wall with three hundred photos of Nicolas Cage.”

Songi curls in on herself in laughter, imagining Katie’s nameless friend walking into her room to find it plastered with photos of the man from National Treasure.

“I once put my brother’s phone in the washer and ran it because he was mean to me,” Songi says.

Katie laughs, “You did something bad? I didn’t think you had the capacity for it.”

Songi throws an empty applesauce container at Katie. They both laugh and settle back into their sleeping bags.

After a few hours of eating snacks and telling stories, Chiyuu and Yuna are both passed out in their sleeping bags while the two older girls remain awake. Oddly enough, Katie and Songi have been getting along. There have been times when they’ve tolerated one another during training but they’ve never been able to talk with one another without any hostility prior to tonight.

“You know,” Katie starts, “For someone with a stick constantly up her ass, you’re not that bad.”

Songi gives a small scoff, “For someone stupid and reckless, you’re not so bad either.”

“What’s life without a little danger?” Katie counters.

They laugh.

“Do you think you’ll be able to stand being in a group with me?” Songi asks.

“Ooh, don’t push it.”

They laugh again.

It’s obvious the conversation has died, so Katie sits up and leans over to the candles that still burn in the middle of the four girls’ sleeping bags. Katie looks back at where Songi lays adjacent to her. She looks like she wants to say something more to her. But she doesn’t say anything, just blows out the candles and lays back down.

“Goodnight,” Songi says to her softly.

“Night.”

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neostar-entertainment · 4 years ago

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Title: A Booty Call

Pairing: Jaejin-Centric, Jaejin/Daehyeon

Summary: When Jaejin finds himself out on the streets, after facing a difficult situation with his uncle, he makes a call he’s made numerous times but for a much desperate reason this time around.

Warning(s): cursing, recreational drug use, mentions of drug use, family drama (?), mentions of sex

Notes: This is pre-debut just in case I didn’t make it too obvious!

Jaejin was fucked.

Maybe fucked was a slight understatement. He was 99% sure he was homeless, although he was clinging onto that 1% of hope that his uncle would call him shortly and tell him to get his ass back home like always.

Granted, the fact that he was quite literally thrown out and was told to come back to get his things in the morning before having the door slammed on his face made it hard to cling onto that 1%.

He had called a friend of his, although he wasn’t quite too sure if he could depend on someone who he considered more of a fuckbuddy than a friend for something as serious as this.

As he walked down a random street, his mind was racing with thoughts of what the fuck he was going to do, or even where the fuck to go. In his few years of moving from LA, Jaejin really made no plans to travel and get himself familiar with the city of Seoul, or the country in general. He simply remembered the way to from his uncle’s to his part time-job, or to Neostar to do his training. Outside from making it to those two locations and back, Jaejin could probably remember a few grocery stores if anything.

“Fuck…” his legs were hurting from how long he had been walking, and to be quite frank...it was getting late and Jaejin was tired. He sighed to himself as he spotted a bench not too far and trudged his way to sit down, his mind trailing to what happened not even a few hours ago.

“Weed, Jaejin? Are you fucking serious?”

“I haven’t even smoked it-”

“Oh, did you find a way to get it just to flaunt it around the house?! Do you think I’m fucking stupid or something?”

“I didn’t say that.” Jaejin’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet, his mind on full-panic mode, not knowing how the fuck to get out of this situation. Jaejin finished his training early today, and with his uncle’s work schedule he thought he could manage to have a quick smoke session before he came home, however shit quite literally hit the fan when his uncle came home the moment Jaejin had decided to light his blunt.

“For fuck’s sake Jaejin, your parents caught you doing this shit and worse in LA and sent you here to get you away from that shit and you have the fucking audacity to continue it?”

“It’s just-“

“It’s a drug! There’s no ‘just this’ or ‘just that’. You can end up being arrested for this and it’s obvious you’re not taking it seriously when you’re a country away from home and continue to do the same shit that made your parents worried to the point where they called me crying to help you-”

“The fuck? Are you trying to guilt-trip me-”

“Mind your tongue, Jaejin. I can tolerate a lot of shit from you, but this is too much.”

Silence loomed over the relatives, Jaejin’s nerves getting the best of him, making him start to sweat out of nervousness and let his mind go berserk in possibilities of what his uncle meant by that.

“You need to leave, Jaejin.”

Jaejin could feel his face fall, his mouth opened to say something but nothing could come out.

“I cannot and will not support this. If you think you can fool your parents by saying you’re doing better, while continuously doing things that you know none of us will approve of or support, fine by me. But you won’t be doing it under my roof.”

“You can’t be serio-”

“I am. If you think I’m going to be supporting someone who’s smoking illegal substances in my own house, you’ve already lost it. If you want to go back to LA I’ll pay for your ticket, but if you’re planning on staying here you’re on your own, Jaejin.”

“Uncle…” Jaejin’s voice was shaky to the point where he wasn’t sure if his words were coming out coherently. He wanted to clear his throat but a part of him was terrified to make any noise at all.

“Get out, Jaejin...come back in the morning and I’ll have whatever you don’t take packed up. You can tell me then if you’re going back to your parents or not.”

“I-I’m not leaving, I don’t have anywhere to go!” the younger exclaimed, his voice cracking with emotions as he began to panic while the tears began brimming in his eyes.

“That’s...that’s not my problem any longer. I had strict rules when you came here, strict but fair, if you can’t respect them I won’t respect you-”

“I’m your nephew!”

“Go.”

“I’m your fucking family-”

“Jaejin.”

“And you’re kicking me out over a mistake?!”

“Jaejin!”

“I won’t do it-”

Jaejin practically choked on his breath as he widened his eyes the moment his uncle moved towards him, automatically taking a few steps back to mirror his uncle’s actions.

“Please.”

Jaejin…” it was as if something weakened in his uncle as his face fell from the glare he had instilled in himself the moment he had walked in on Jaejin, “this isn’t the first time we’ve had this exact conversation. I’m not going to be supporting this. Please...don’t make it hard and just...just leave.”

Jaejin’s mouth opened and closed several times, his mind desperately trying to figure out something to say, but it was almost as if his mind was too busy painting the images of countless stressful situations Jaejin could potentially find himself in.

“Take whatever you need. I’m going to bed...it’s been a long day. I expect you to be gone tonight, and if needed come in the morning if you want to go back home. If not…”

Silence fell over them once again, and rather than it being a comforting blanket of silence like usual that Jaejin preferred, it felt like it was almost suffocating him. He knew he did something wrong, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew his family had caught him doing worse in Chengdu which is why the topic of sending him here with his uncle was brought up. He knew that getting high should’ve been on the bottom of his priorities, and should’ve been the last thing he ever thought of doing, especially with the pain it brought his parents .

He knew better...and maybe that’s why it made it all hurt more as he couldn’t figure out why he didn’t do better.

Closing his eyes as if it would block the memories out, he wiped away the few tears that had managed to slip, shaking his head as he let out a few curses out.

Jaejin didn’t know where the fuck to go. He would go to Neostar if it wasn’t for the fact the building is off-limits to trainees this late at night as the CEO wanted to make sure they weren’t over-working himself, and he didn’t have the intentions to explain his sob story to the lady in the lobby.

That’s why he (reluctantly) ended up calling Daehyeon.

He was a fellow trainee he had seen countless times, and although they didn’t have much of any interactions aside from dancing together a few times they ended up getting to know each other quite well.

In the practice room. After-hours. In a position that had Jaejin shocked with Daehyeon’s flexibility, but also had their adrenaline at an all-time high at the prospect of staying when they shouldn’t have been, doing something they shouldn’t have been.

Calling him was...uh...awkward to say the least.

Daehyeon instantly thought he was calling as a booty call, only for Jaejin to be on the verge of tears and Daehyeon automatically going from screaming at his brother to shut up to being concerned as all hell.

Jaejin didn’t truly think things through when he decided to call Dae, nor did he really imagine what he would get out of if it when he called, but his answer was gifted to him when Jaejin explained his situation and Dae’s first response was that he’d talk to his family and figure something out.

It might’ve taken thirty minutes, or possibly a bit longer, but Daehyeon had called back and said that he was on his way to pick him.

Jaejin was beyond shocked, to say the least.

Yeah, their first interaction was probably more intimate than strangers should’ve been, but their friendship was only beginning. Hell, Jaejin only learned of Daehyeon’s name after he left the practice room with him that night.

So, the surprise running through him the moment he got the call back wasn’t much of a shock.

Jaejin picked at his nails, his eyes looking up at the night sky, counting the numerous stars in the sky in an attempt to distract himself from his own thoughts. And to be quite frank to Jaejin, looking up and trying to count something that seemed countless was a hell of a lot better than thinking of how much of a disgrace he would be to his parents if he decided to return home.

Jaejin remembered when he had made the same mistake back home, albeit with a bit more of a...dangerous substance. He distinctly remembered the horror on his parents’ faces when they learned of what Jaejin had been doing when he was skipping school, and he remembered the uncomfortable feeling that lingered among them for countless days before they came up with a way to help Jaejin. Granted, he was more than reluctant to even think about getting help considered the fact that...well...Jaejin didn’t think he needed help.

However, the guilt of seeing how his parents reacted to his actions was enough for Jaejin to at least try and do something that they wanted, no matter how hard it was.

The change of location was something his parents decided on, feeling as if the factor of them being swamped with work majority of the time led to Jaejin’s actions, and that sending him to his uncle might be the change that could help Jaejin.

And Jaejin tried, he truly did. It was just...harder than he would’ve imagined. He knew his friends back in LA often joked about how much of a bitch it would be to be on the path of recovery, however Jaejin never thought it would be him enduring the same things he joked about before.

The sound of a car honking interrupted his thought process, causing him to snap his neck down from his sight of the stars to the car in front of him as he squinted trying to figure out who was in the front seat.

“Jaejin!” Daehyeon’s face popped out from the passenger seat window before he managed to open the door and rush towards the aforementioned boy.

Jaejin sat there practically unresponsive as Dae slowed down in front of him before squatting down and slowly reaching out to place his hands on Jaejin’s shoulders.

“Jaejin, can you hear me?”

“Y-yeah, of course I can.”

“Are you okay?” Daehyeon’s eyes were flicked with hues of concern as he reached out to wipe tears that had been streaming down Jaejin’s face without realizing.

“I…” Jaejin went silent as Daehyeon softly placed his hands on the sides of his head. “I-I don’t know.”

“That’s-That’s ok.”

“Ok.”

“Remember our conversation on the phone, right?”

“Yeah, of course.” Jaejin pulled back from Dae’s grasp, as he shook his head softly.

“Just making sure. Do you have anything with you?”

“No...I just...left.”

“Ah, okay, that’s...that’s fine too. You’re okay with coming home with me, right?”

Jaejin simply nodded, his mind reaching the point of becoming too overwhelmed to think of a verbal response.

“Alright.” Dae nodded to himself, before turning around to face opposite of Jaejin, before craning his neck to look back at him “Get on.”

Jaejin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before realizing what Daehyeon meant and instantly frowned before shaking his head.

“Jaejin, just...c’mon you’ve been inside of me but are gonna refuse a piggyback-ride?”

The aforementioned boy sighed to himself before wrapping his arms slowly around Daehyeon, his grasp gently getting tighter as Daehyeon got up from his squatting position.

“There we go-”

“I’m not a kid, Dae.”

“Didn’t say you were, Jaejin. My older brother is in the car, by the way, just don’t want to surprise you.” “Does he-”

“He knows you don’t have anywhere to go and that you’re a very close friend of mine that I trust quite a lot.”

“Oh…”

“I didn’t know how much you were comfortable with telling, and although I’m sure my parents will ask a lot, I didn’t necessarily think it was my place.”

“They’re letting me stay without knowing anything?”

“Uh…” Daehyeon hiked Jaejin up a bit, causing the older to clung on a bit more, “Maybe I lied a bit. As far as they know we became best friends since I started training there and you’ve helped me tremendously with my dancing so I don’t get kicked out.”

“That’s not even remotely true-”

“I know, but I don’t think telling my family we became friends during some not-so family-friendly stuff would win them over. Just, uh, share whatever you’re comfortable with, ok?”

Dae smiled at Yeonu in the front seat, whose face was the absolute quintessence of confusion with his eyebrows shot up showcasing his worry-lines on his forehead, a small frown on his face, causing Dae to shake his head in an attempt to tell him to lay off it.

“Want me to sit next to you in the back?”

Jaejin shrugged, a part of him not bothering to truly think of a reply because he felt the events that took place today taking its toll on him, his mental exhaustion transferring into a physical one as he got off Daehyeon’s back only to slip into the backseat as soon as Dae opened the door.

As he scooted to the other side he quickly bowed to Yeonu who mirrored his actions from the driver’s seat, attempting to give a smile that would mask his worriedness. Dae followed Jaejin’s actions, and decided to slip right next to him, but not before leaning forward to whisper a few things into his brother’s ears.

Jaejin once again looked up to the night sky, his eyes fixated on the same stars he no longer had the effort to begin counting.

“Well,” a deeper voice trailed in Jaejin’s ears, catching his attention making him shift his vision, “I’m Yeonu, it’s nice to meet a good friend of Daehyeon’s, Jaejin.”

“Uh, yeah you too.”

Yeonu gave him a tiny smile, one that Jaejin noticed didn’t mask the confusion and worried that had begun swirling in his eyes ever since he had seen Jaejin on his younger brother’s back.

“It’s kind of a long run,” Dae’s voice was gentler, almost comforting without even trying, Jaejin wanted to blame that for the fact that he had begun leaning into the younger boy. “If you want to close your eyes, feel free, I’ve got you.”

Jaejin remained silent, but showed that he understood as his head found its way onto Dae’s shoulder.

“I’ve got you now.”

#kumokocnet #kocsociety #fake kpop idol #fake kpop group #idol!au #oc kpop idol #fake kpop #oc kpop group #oc kpop #idol!oc #male!idol #g: dark moon #c: daehyeon #i didnt even realize?? that this was a plot i had??#until recently when i looked back at their relationships post??#c: jaejin

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starlit-serenade · 4 years ago

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Dance With Me | Chapter 6

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 6: 2,483 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

Dongju did text you that next morning. You agreed to go shopping on Thursday, after your practice with Geonhak.

Thursday comes, and you arrive at practice early. It's about ten minutes before your scheduled practice, but you knock anyway, gently. The music inside pauses, and after a moment, the door is opened.

Geonhak stands before you in a white shirt and black torn jeans. His hair is pushed back, and he's wearing a pair of glasses. He looks handsome.

No, he doesn't. He looks absolutely normal.

You smile up at him.

"Come on in," he says, stepping back and holding the door open to let you inside. You set your stuff down on the side and sit down to stretch. Geonhak joins you in stretching, as usual.

"How was your appointment?" Geonhak asks. You blink, confused, before remembering that you'd told him you had an appointment on Tuesday, when really you had had a meeting with his members at his dorm to plan his secret birthday party.

"Oh, It was good," you say. "Just a check up." You think for a second. "Geonhak?"

"Hm?"

You want to ask him about what Dongju was saying, two nights ago as he walked you to your home. His words echo in your mind.

You should see him after he comes back to the dorms after practicing with you. Or even during our practices before practicing with you. He's always smiling like an idiot on your practice days.

How do you ask Geonhak about that, though? Hell, you don't know why you want to ask Geonhak about it so much. Perhaps because you want to hear it from Geonhak himself. You want to hear Geonhak talk about how he loves seeing you the way you love seeing him.

No. You don't. It's not like that.

You know, at this point, that you definitely have some feelings toward Geonhak. But it's just a crush. You can't allow it to become anything more than just a crush.

"Sorry. I forget what I was gonna say."

"Okay."

Geonhak stands up from stretching, and holds out his hand to you. You frown, confused, and he chuckles.

"Let's start practicing."

After hesitating, you take his hand and allow him to pull you to your feet. His palm is warm, and it takes a second for you to remove your hand from his.

You take your usual position in front of the mirror and Geonhak drifts over to the speaker to adjust the volume and turn the music on.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. You don't look like you're contemplating your own feelings for the past two, three days, right? You look absolutely normal.

You glance over at Geonhak behind you. He's bent over the table, typing something into his phone, trying to find the song. Does he look like he could possibly like you back?

The music turns on, tearing you from your thoughts. The notes at the beginning of Valkyrie start playing, before Geonhak pauses it. He smiles and looks up at you with a goofy, happy smile.

"Ready to start?" he asks. You nod, and he unpauses the song.

You try hard to ignore Geonhak watching you, both from behind, from where he leans against the wall, and in the mirror. Instead, you keep your eyes on your mirrored self. You focus on your hand movements, your legs, anything but Geonhak. Are your knees bent enough, or too much? Is your torso at the right angle? Are your hips facing the right way? Is Geonhak staring at you from the mirror?

You shake your head and focus back on your dancing.

When you sit down for a break, Geonhak sits down with you.

"So," you mutter, sipping from your water bottle. "I hear you've been practicing for your comeback after practices."

Geonhak looks up and frowns at you. "Who told you that?" he asks. You smile, and he already knows. "Dongju?"

"Yeah."

Geonhak laughs, looking away before looking back at you with his wide smile. "I would usually be practicing with the members during our practice times, but since I'm teaching you, I have to find extra time. So I come back after taking you home, and practice extra."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want you to get worried," he says. "I know you'd worry about whether or not I'm overworking myself. So I didn't tell you."

You nod. "Dongju also mentioned you've been coming early to prepare for our practices," you say.

"Oh, did he now? Did he say anything else?"

You think for a moment. Besides Dongju letting you know that you can't pretend you don't have feelings for Kim Geonhak, you can't remember him saying anything else.

You shake your head. "Nope."

"Alright." You look up at Geonhak.

You continue practicing for another hour after your break's end. At some point, Geonhak leaves you to sit with his back against the wall for another break. You tell him he can go home if he wants. He insists on staying until you leave, and watches you as you dance.

"You really don't have to," you say during your second stretching break to cool off before starting up again. You don't want him to stay longer than he needs to.

"I want to, though," he insists.

"But you already had normal ONEUS practice today, didn't you? I don't want you to overwork yourself. If you want to finish up your extra comeback practice, you should go do that."

Geonhak shakes his head. "It's really okay, Y/N, don't worry. I'll practice after you go home."

You sigh, and nod. His insisting reminds you of when he took you to get ice cream and he insisted on paying for you both. You still haven't had the chance to pay him back, and you wait for that day.

After a while, he joins you again. You two dance together, and it's reached the point that you can barely tell the difference between yourself and Geonhak's dance unless you pay close attention to detail. Despite not being a professional dancer, you feel like a professional at this song.

He stops dancing again after a while, and monitors you instead as you practice the first verse, a part of the song you're less comfortable with.

"Watch your balance a bit more," he says as Youngjo's part of the rap plays. "Keep your body facing the front, even though your left arm is stretched out."

Your eyes meet his in the mirror, and he smiles gently at you. It's an innocent, simple smile, one that he's given you many times, but today, it causes your heart to beat.

"Are you okay?"

You nod and continue the dance. Clumsily. Geonhak notices and walks over.

"Can I help?" he asks, pausing the music just as Keonhee starts singing. You nod, and he walks over.

"At this part, you're gonna have your feet apart like this, and your left hand out to the side. Then turn your body outward, to the right. Remember to keep your torso bent down."

You copy his stance.

"Now when you get to the next part, I want you to have your feet pointing forward still, okay? Body up, arms lifted slowly up."

You lift your arms up and he smiles, standing ups straight and pacing around you to monitor your stance. His footsteps echo off of the walls of the room as he walks, arms crossed.

"Good, but bend your wrists a bit more." He stands in front of you and raises his hands gently. "Can I . . ."

You nod, and he smiles. His fingers wrap around your wrists gently, angling them correctly so your fingers are downward. His face is so close to yours, you can hear his breathing, almost as loud as your heart beating in your head.

His eyes drift slowly from your hands to your eyes. His fingers are warm on your skin. He's so close to you right now. His face is so close to yours.

Your eyes scan his face, just like his are scanning yours. His eyes, down to his lips. You've caught yourself wondering what it'd be like to kiss him, but back then it was just curiosity. But right now, it would be so easy to kiss him. What if . . .

You quickly tear your wrists from his hand and stumble backward.

"Sorry, I have to go," you manage to say. Your cheeks are feeling warm as you grab your bag.

"Y/N, wait."

You shake your head and walk as quickly as you can, pushing out of the room and down the hall. You don't even stop to change in the bathroom, and head straight out of the RBW building.

You need to go home.

You scold yourself as you run out of the RBW building and head toward your home.

When ONEUS debuted, you swore that you wouldn't catch feelings for anyone in ONEUS or ONEWE, for so many reasons, despite the fact that RBW does not have a dating ban.

Reason one: you don't know if celebrity life is right for you. Being friends with ONEUS is one thing. You can come and go as you please. You aren't put in the spotlight. But dating is another. To date an idol is to become a more semi-permanent part of their life. Even if you aren't living with them, the fans will know you. And of course, not all fans are bad. But there are some, you know, that wouldn't like the idea of their idol dating.

Reason two: you don't want to distract the members from their jobs. Everyone you've met here through being friends with ONEUS and ONEWE works hard. Every member of every RBW group, including trainees, works their ass off to be an idol. You're already taking up Geonhak's time by asking him to teach you to dance. Imagine how distracting you'd be if you were dating.

You can't catch feelings for Kim Geonhak from ONEUS. For so many reasons

But the way he was looking at you. The feeling of him holding your wrists, so close to holding your hands. His smile. Of course you were going to catch feelings.

When you arrive home, you open your phone and call Dongju. He picks up.

"Y/N? Aren't you practicing with Geonhak right now?" he asks. "We're gonna go decoration shopping in half an hour, right?"

"It's complicated. I'm at home now. Dongju, can you come over? And we'll go shopping after."

He must hear the stress in your voice. "Alright," he says.

As you wait for Dongju, you think back to the moment. Geonhak right in front of you, holding your wrists. He was staring into your eyes, and you were staring back at him. He was close enough for you to kiss him.

And then you just left without any explanation. God, he must be confused. Or mad. Oh, did you mess everything up?

The doorbell rings, and you open it. You're met with Dongju, and you hug him tightly.

"Hey, Y/Nie, it's okay. What happened? What did Geonhak do? Do I need to scold him?" he asks, sitting down on your sofa. You shake your head.

"He didn't do anything," you say. "We were practicing Valkyrie, and Geonhak got really close to me. I, uh, I panicked. I panicked and I ran out on him and didn't say anything. I think I fucked up."

Dongju chuckles. "So you do like him."

You glare at him. "Dongju, that's not the point. The point is that I abandoned him in the middle of practice because I lost my cool, and now he might hate me."

"He doesn't hate you, Y/N."

"How could you know? Have you talked to him since I left?"

"No," Dongju says. "But Geonhak could never hate you. You're . . . you're his friend. Come on, let's talk it over shopping for his birthday."

You nod and go with Dongju. You walk to the store with him. When you get to the store, you head for the party decorations aisle.

"We said gold, silver, black and white, right?" you ask. Dongju looks at his phone and nods.

"We said gold and silver streamers, and black balloons with white letters," Dongju says.

"There's gold and silver streamers over there," you say, pointing at the shelves at the end of the aisle. You grab some streamers, and spot balloons in the next aisle.

"Perfect," Dongju says. "Now. Let's talk about Geonhak."

You sigh. "I'm worried that he's mad at me. I left him, Dongju. He must be so confused as to why I just up and left like that."

"Then tell him."

Your eyes widen. "I can't tell him that I like him."

"You don't have to tell him you like him. But you have tell him something. You want to continue practicing with him, right?"

You nod. Of course you do. Not just because you're spending time with Geonhak, but because you genuinely enjoy dancing.

But also because you love spending time with Geonhak.

"Then tell him that you panicked. That the closeness made you nervous. You don't have to tell him you like him, but tell him that," Dongju says.

"Okay." You nod. "I'll do that."

"Let me walk you back to RBW after this. He's probably still practicing there right now."

You nod, and go with Dongju to find the perfect black balloons, as well as some gold, silver and white balloons. You purchase the decorations, and the two of you drop off the items at the dorm before Dongju takes you back to RBW.

You stand outside of the practice room. You can hear the new comeback title track blasting from inside. You take a deep breath and knock. After a second, the music pauses and the door is opened by Geonhak.

"Y/N?" he asks. He looks stressed. His hair is messed up, as though he's been running his hands through it for the past few hours since you left.

"Hi," you say. "Can I come in?"

"Of courses," he says. You walk inside, and he speaks again. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier by coming so close to you. I realize that I was very close, and may have crossed some boundaries . . ."

"Geonhak," you say, and he looks up at you nervously, and you smile gently at him. "It's okay. I'm sorry for suddenly leaving without saying anything."

He smiles. "Do you want to resume practice?"

"Aren't you in the middle of your own practice?" you ask.

"Yeah, but you left half an hour early. We can make up that half an hour. Do you want a hug?" Geonhak asks. You nod and hug him.

"I don't have my bag. Or water," he says.

"You left your water bottle here," he says. "And you're still wearing your workout clothes."

You laugh. "Alright. Let's practice."

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fmdyaebin · 5 years ago

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Whoa, is that KANG YAEBIN? I love her! You might know her as BINNIE. She’s the LEAD VOCAL AND RAPPER of FUSE, and she’s a ‘96 LINER! She’s one of my favorites under GOLD STAR MEDIA. Don’t you think she looks a little like LEE SAEROM?

AH, when I tell you guys I’m so frickin’ excited to be here, I’m not lying!! Hello, I’m Alex (they/them)! This is Yaebin, also known as Binnie when she’s promoting with Fuse. She’s my baby and I’ve been brewing her up in my mind for weeks now, and I’m finally able to bring her in! You can check out her profile and stuff over here. I don’t have a plots page, but I will be putting a few connection ideas at the bottom of this intro, so stick around to the end! If plotting with me tickles your fancy, tickle that like button and I’ll DM you! Or you can add me on my discord - jeongyeon's maid#0828

Yaebin was named after her mother who passed away during childbirth with her due to complications. Her parents were both a little bit older than parents tend to be when having a child, her mother being two months from forty and her father being forty four. Her mother already had two sons that she had when she was twenty-two and twenty-five respectively. She desperately wanted to have a daughter, despite how much she loved her two sons. Her husband, however, wanted another son.

He didn’t love Yaebin any less or treat her badly (at least not intentionally), but he raised her exactly like he raised his sons. He put her into sports at an early age, cut her hair really short so he wouldn’t have to style it, and gave her her brothers’ old toys and sports equipment. He even had her dress more boyish, not allowing her to wear dresses or skirts unless they were going to church or an event. AND he’d call her really boyish nicknames? Like champ and sport, e.t.c.

Her father was an ex professional athlete lol I forgot to toss that in there. That’s a reason why he pushed her so hard into sports.

So she became known as the Tomboy™. She had a good mix of friends, both boys and girls, but she quickly grew to realize that boys wouldn’t look at her the way that they looked at other girls. They only saw her as “one of the guys” and that much was made clear when she approached her crush on Valentine’s Day when she was fifteen and tried to confess to him and gift him chocolates and a teddy bear. He ended up turning her down and telling her that he couldn’t be with “one of his bros”.

When she was fourteen, she wanted to try out cheerleading instead of sticking with soccer. Her father shot her down, and made her feel belittled for even asking. He said cheerleading wasn’t a real sport and that they’re just scantily glad eye candy for the men and athletes at games. She just wanted to do it because it looked like a lot of fun.. And because she was starting to realize that she was starting to find girls a lot more prettier than she should lol what better way to hang out with a bunch of girls than to be a cheerleader, right?

She’s sixteen (in 2012) when she becomes a trainee at Gold Star, thanks to her cousin who forced her to audition with them.

She thought that since she would be debuting in a girl group, she would finally be able to try something new with her look, but Gold Star made her stick with the tomboy image for a long while. She had her hair cut short (think Jeongyeon during Twice’s earlier years or Hyebin from Momoland during Bboom Bboom era. Saerom obviously hasn’t had her hair cut that short though, so I’m invoking my creative license and all of our imaginations lol) for years, her hair slowly but surely growing out over the eras.

Because of her upbringing around men, she does tend to have what people would refer to as “boyish” habits. She “manspreads”, she’s lowkey obnoxious when she laughs, she’s the “greasy” one in Fuse (meaning she flirts with the members as fan service, think of Sana flirting with Twice but more boyish). Fans even go so far as to call her “oppa” (a la Moonbyul, Seulgi, Jeongyeon, e.t.c.)

During their Red Flavor era when they gained even more success and momentum, Yaebin gained her very own saesang! How exciting, right?

This dude won’t leave her alone for shit. He’s been on her ass since 2017 and he’s showing no signs of backing off. It started with him showing up at every Fuse event, then popping up at the airport when they were boarding their flights, then he started sending her shit to HER APARTMENT when she moved out of the dorms. She’s terrified now that he knows where she lives, and sometimes she can’t stand being in her apartment alone when she gets too paranoid and scared, so she calls a friend to come over or she asks if she can come to their place.

Like Joy, she’s the giant of Fuse (I tweaked Saerom’s height a bit to make her 5′8″, which wouldn’t be unrealistic because she looks tall lol), but she likes her height and she’s extremely comfortable with it.

She’s pan but she’s gay as hell. Guys are great and all, so are penises, but girls? Say less.

Connection Time~~~~~

Exes! Good terms, bad terms, mutual, one initiated it, anything. (OPEN)

People she calls when she wants to come over or wants them to come over when she’s feeling unsafe in her apartment. (OPEN)

The person who teaches her all about makeup and fashion. She didn’t really start dabbling in it herself until recently because she just allowed Fuse’s stylists to do all the work, but she wants to start learning! (OPEN)

A best friend! The peanut butter to her jelly, the Lee Dongwook to her Gong Yoo, the IU to her Yoo Inna. (OPEN)

People that helped her through her time as a trainee cir. 2012 - 2014 (OPEN)

People that she’s shipped with, both men and women! (OPEN)

Flings, on/off again, will they/won’t they, crush type plots? Throw ‘em at me! (OPEN)

Yaebin listed them as her ideal type (OPEN)

They listed Yaebin as their ideal type (OPEN)

A woman older than her that’s sort of like a guiding light for her? She never really had an older woman figure in her life, so she really needs that. A big sister type of relationship. Older than a ‘96 liner. (OPEN)

Yaebin and this guy (or masculine presenting person) used to be really close friends. Then netizens started speculating that they were in a relationship and their company (or companies if they’re under different labels) told them to stop seeing each other because it’ll mess up their images. They still text and talk over the phone, and very rarely see each other in person. It sucks, but they do it because they don’t want to give up their friendship. (OPEN)

Friends with benefits, enemies with benefits, exes with benefits, acquaintances with benefits, throw ‘em all at me~ (OPEN)

Yaebin’s bro gang. A few people that she can hang out with where she can embrace her “boyish” qualities. People that’ll say “niiiiiiiiice” when she burps for ten seconds straight. (OPEN)

Opposites attract - friends edition (OPEN)

#{ OOC }#fmdintro #death tw #stalking tw

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namjuicyy · 6 years ago

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A Father’s Love - Chapter Seven

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Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Angst.

Word Count: 3.2k.

Summary: Single father, Namjoon, struggles to keep his idol life and his private life separate. When he meets you, everything changes.

Warnings: None.

Bangtan have been there for Namjoon since their trainee days. They've seen him through a lot of the events in his life both good and bad. They were there when Namjoon met Minji, and had to sit through him talking about her non-stop, about how she wanted to be a model and that she was so kind and funny. Though, when they met her, she seemed so far from the Minji that Namjoon thought he knew.

She was colder than he'd described, and much more selfish. Opting to cook herself breakfast and completely disregard Namjoon, let alone the rest of the members. She always made sure Namjoon paid for meals out and things that she wanted, putting on the waterworks and telling him about how much she hated that she was broke and couldn't even afford food, let alone a million won Gucci handbag, that Namjoon, idiotically bought for her to make her smile again.

Namjoon didn't know this, and still to this day doesn't know exactly what she was like with the members because they were too concerned with his feelings to tell him the whole truth. She was a bitch to them, and they wouldn't use that word to seriously describe anyone save for her. She would do petty things, like spill drinks in the kitchen when she'd seen that Jin had cleaned the counter, just so he had to clean them. Or she'd crumple clothes when Jimin had painstakingly stood there for hours ironing them. But no one knew the full extent of it until Jungkook started to go into himself more. He was a shy boy, they all knew that. But he was fully himself around the members usually, but it was almost as if they'd gone back to the debut days when he would shower while all the members were asleep, and started to spend more time cooped up in his room playing video games than watching movies with Tae and Jimin. He was the only one who knew the passcode to Yoongi's studio, but rarely visited him there anymore. It wasn't until they all cornered him and gently forced him into confessing everything they realised that he was being severely bullied in his own home by someone his older brother was madly in love with. She called him worthless, ugly. Told him that the band would be better off without him. She knew his weaknesses in his self-esteem, and used them against the maknae with 100% success. Jungkook began to loathe himself, and even at one point considered quitting the band, because he'd believed all the horrible things Minji had said to him.

The six of them sat Namjoon down one night and held an intervention, not telling him the true extent of what was going on, but enough to try and make him see that the sun didn't shine out of Minji's ass. Of course, Namjoon didn't believe them. Or rather, Namjoon didn't want to believe them. But deep down inside he knew that Minji wasn't the woman she started out being. He still couldn't find a way to end things with her though, especially since she'd just announced her pregnancy.

Yoongi was well known within the group for speaking his mind whenever he felt he needed to. In fact, Jimin once said in an interview that Yoongi's tongue would make you docile and obedient so he was the one you wouldn't want to displease the most, despite his obvious sweet nature and gentle touch. Because Yoongi was the one who seemed to give no fucks, he was obviously the one Minji hated the most. He would call her out on her gold digging behaviour, on how she constantly pushed for their relationship to go public. And it was Yoongi who discovered that Minji was also getting dick from a half-Korean English teacher who'd spent a lot of his life growing up in some American state before moving to Seoul.

It was an accident, of course. Yoongi would never stalk anyone, or hire a private investigator no matter how much he wanted to. Minji just wasn't very good at hiding anything, and decided it would be a good idea to sneak into a public restroom with her new man and loudly fuck him senseless while everyone around them was just trying to enjoy their coffee. He, of course, went straight home to tell Namjoon everything because that was the right thing to do. Namjoon confronted Minji, and through tears they decided to give the relationship another try for the sake of their 10-month-old son. Minji continued to have an affair with that teacher, but just got better at hiding it, until one day she packed up her things, abandoned her son and moved down to Busan with the teacher when he transferred schools. Namjoon had never suffered more.

Haneul was very attached to his mother, despite her coldness towards him. Of course, Namjoon was always Haneul's favourite, because Namjoon was always so warm and inviting. But Haneul almost recognised that he'd spent nine months inside Minji and wanted to have this bond right from the start, but Minji never reciprocated it. Hoseok swore that Minji only got pregnant so she could sponge money off Namjoon for the next 18 years, and the rest of the band agreed with him. So when Minji left and Haneul never saw his mother again, he entered into what could only be described as a state of depression. He barely ate, he didn't sleep well. He didn't even play with his toys or engage with Namjoon like he used to. He just cried and called for his mummy, hoping and praying that she'd come back but she never did.

Namjoon thought he was a failure. He couldn't keep his girlfriend, and he couldn't soothe and look after his son. That's how he viewed it. Jimin would hear him bawling in the bathroom, sometimes even when Haneul was crying because he just couldn't cope with it. While Taehyung tried his best to comfort his nephew, Jimin did his best to comfort his brother. Holding him on the bathroom floor and proving to him that he wasn't a terrible father, he was just dealt a terrible hand. It was Jimin who'd convinced Namjoon to keep Haneul living at the apartment with them, rather than giving him up to Namjoon's parents and having nothing to do with him, more for Haneul's quality of life, rather than Namjoon's.

But time healed as it usually does, and with the help of Bangtan, his parents, and Army (unbeknownst to them), Namjoon got back on his feet, returned to his old self and raised a stunning and polite young man who cared more for everyone else's feelings rather than his own.

So imagine their concern when Namjoon comes waltzing through the door one year ago, with a smile on his lips and tales of this beautiful woman who took his picture, whom he'd already developed feelings for. Namjoon's track record with women hadn't exactly been the best, so they were all gearing up for another Minji.

Then you show up, with your bright smile and your beautiful laugh and your arguing with Namjoon on who gets to pay for the meal. You almost become a part of the furniture. You hang out with all of them and not just Namjoon. You'd go to the cinema with the maknae line, text Jin some more dad jokes so he could piss off Yoongi with them. You had inside jokes with Hobi and supported each and every single band member individually, without question and did it because that's just who you were. You told Jungkook off whenever you heard him say bad things about himself, and would comfort Tae when he cried.

But more importantly you never took Namjoon and Haneul for granted. You, within reason, dropped everything to be with them. You would make Haneul breakfast and walk him to playgroup. You'd read to him. You'd give him permission to snuggle in between you and Namjoon when he had a bad dream and Namjoon was in too much of a deep sleep to realise there was anything wrong. You'd send flowers to the apartment when you knew Namjoon had a bad day. You made Namjoon the happiest he had been since Haneul's birth. You helped to make Haneul smile again. You were almost like an angel to them. Which is why they all took it hard when news of your split with Namjoon reached them. Jungkook took it the worst.

When you arrived at their apartment and told them all about the new contract you'd signed, they were all so excited for you. Jungkook even offered to help you with it, given that you were worried about the scale of it and not having a pair of hands. He was excited to spend the day with you, and watch you work as he was one of the few members of the band who hadn't. Plus, he loved cameras. And if it meant he could play with some brand new equipment he'd be more than happy to get up ridiculously early to do it, despite it being his only day off for a while.

He groaned when you woke him up, of course. The kid hated waking up at the best of times, let alone before the sun had even risen on a cold autumn morning. You practically had to dress him and push him onto the quiet underground to get him to come with you. He didn't even have time to pee, which is why he was so grateful that you said you wanted to stop at a coffee shop for a quick drink. He even almost fell asleep peeing in the urinal. It was a good job the guy next to him coughed otherwise he might have dozed off with his cock out, something you'd never let him live down.

He soon woke up, though, when he saw Minji standing behind the counter, it was almost as if he was the same Jungkook standing in her presence five years ago. He froze on the spot, pale, afraid. Then he saw you, he remembered you didn't know who she was, why she was significant to their story. He didn't know if Minji would tell you the truth to spite you for being so publicly happy with the man who would never use his fame to make her famous like she wanted. Stupidly, and in his frightened haze, he turned and sped out of the coffee shop, calling Yongsik to come and pick him up and take him back to the apartment to he could relay the entirety of what he'd seen to Namjoon and his brothers. Which he did, but poorly.

"Where's Namjoon-hyung?" He screamed at Jin, who was trying to watch his television show in peace.

"In bed still." Jin replied. He watched his dongsaeng charge into Namjoon's bedroom. "Woah, fuck! Where's the fire?" Not two seconds later, he heard Haneul let out the tiniest scream of shock as Jungkook burst through the door. Namjoon was naked – in the middle of changing, which would have been funny to Jungkook had he not been in such a state.

"Woah! Jungkook!" Namjoon screamed. "What's the matter with you?"

"Minji." Jungkook was out of breath, despite his perfect physique. "Minji's back."

"What?"

The commotion that Jungkook had made had drawn a crowd. Jimin, Jin and Hoseok all gathered behind Jungkook in the doorway as Namjoon put on some trousers and listened to what Jungkook had to say, as he frantically explained the situation at hand. "I don't know why she's back." He continued. "All I know is that she's real pally with ___."

Namjoon made arrangements for his parents to take Haneul to nursery while he and his brothers tried to get hold of you. Yet for some reason, the thought of interrupting your work and getting to you physically rather than digitally didn't cross all of their minds. Which is how they ended up in the mess they were in.

Namjoon heard from their managers that the article was due to go out about three seconds before it was published, meaning there was nothing anyone could do about it. Big Hit let Namjoon knew as soon as they knew, and by then it was too late. The whole world, in the space of five minutes learnt that Haneul existed and believed the lies that Namjoon was breaking up with you so that he could pick up where they left off and play happy families. And the worst part of it was that you believed him.

Jin knew it was because you didn't think too highly of yourself when it came to Namjoon. You thought you were punching well above your weight when it came to him, and the fact that he could have had anyone, including a potential model scared you. He knew you didn't want to leave him, and if you had your way, you'd be marrying him with Haneul as the ring bearer in a few years' time. He'd hoped that this would be just a temporary glitch in your relationship, and that once everything had settled, you'd come back and continue as if nothing had happened, your love stronger and more secure than ever. He hoped, but he couldn't be sure. You'd been so hurt by the whole situation.

Namjoon's heart had broken. They all swore they could see it shattered on the floor in the living room. They wanted to sweep it up, fix it and give it back to you, making you promise to take care of it properly this time. He didn't get out of bed the next morning. Jin had to make Haneul his breakfast, Jimin got him ready and joined Tae in taking him to playgroup.

"I had a weird dream last night." Haneul announced as he tucked into his breakfast consisting of a small helping of rice, beef, seafood salad and kongnamul bab. "I had a dream that ___ woke me up and said goodbye to me because she was leaving."

Jin looked at Yoongi, who was enjoying his own breakfast next to his nephew. They exchanged a knowing glance and Yoongi ran his hand through Haneul's thick, black hair. "Buddy, it wasn't a dream." He said softly. "She did say goodbye to you last night."

Haneul looked disappointed. He was too young to remember his mum leaving, but when he pushed his food away they knew he was about to fall back into the same pattern he did ages ago, maybe even worse as he loved you and you loved him right back. "But hopefully she won't be gone for long." Jin added, trying to perk Haneul up. "Hopefully she'll be right back as if nothing changed."

"Do you promise?" Haneul asked.

Yoongi sighed. "We can't do that, buddy. But you know what? We'll try our hardest to make sure it happens. How does that sound?"

Haneul smiled, much more genuinely than they thought he would. He pulled his rice back towards him and started to tuck back into it. "I want her to come back. She was kind to Daddy."

"Me too, buddy. Me too."

Jin rarely got involved in other people's business. He liked to be there for other people but he never actively got in the middle of someone else's problems. This time he considered the situation worthy of him meddling. When Haneul had gone to playgroup and he could be sure that Hoseok and Jungkook was looking after Namjoon properly, he picked up his phone and his car keys and drove himself to your apartment. He punched in the code, and made himself comfortable in the kitchen. When you saw him, you screamed. This made him scream, but laugh loudly when you'd both calmed down.

"What are you doing here, Jin?" You asked, covering up your boobs that you hadn't bothered to put in a bra, given that you were still in your pyjamas.

"I'm making you breakfast." He replied simply, but authoritatively. "And you're going to eat it, and listen to what I have to say."

Jin was rarely this authoritative, only when he really needed to be. He was usually the fun older brother who was even more immature than the maknaes and loved life. But this time he was really turning into the mother of the group that Armies had named him as.

He told you everything, right from the beginning all the way through. He explained Namjoon's side of the story, because he knew that Namjoon wasn't good enough with his words during a conversation to it himself. He mentioned the comment Haneul made this morning before he left, and the state Namjoon was in when Jin left. He even commented on the redness of your eyes where you'd spent most of the morning in your bed sobbing like a toddler.

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to those two." He said, watching you eat the food that he was inadvertently forcing you to eat. "And I know that you love them both dearly. You wouldn't be this heartbroken if you didn't. You are the closest thing to a mother Haneul has. And I know that you think of him as your son. I heard you telling your own mother so, so don't even think about denying it, missy." He sighed. "Please don't throw your entire relationship away because Namjoon handled his past poorly. His heart was in the right place, and as far as he was concerned, he was doing the right thing. In fact, as far as we all were concerned he was doing the right thing. Last we heard, that little hussy was in Busan banging her teacher and trying to get on the cover of some porn mag. Why anyone would want to see her naked is beyond me. But then her ugliness is mostly inside." He watched you snicker at his remarks before he continued. "Please come back with me. Talk to him. Tell him how you feel. What do you have to lose?"

You sat and thought about Jin's suggestion. You wanted Namjoon back so badly. You regretted leaving him. But your pride would have allowed you to be miserable had it not been for Jin's meddling.

"Okay." You replied.

Namjoon had finally left the bedroom and was padding around the kitchen making himself a hot drink when he heard Jin come home. He looked up, expecting to find his hyung in the doorway, but instead you stood there. The mug he was making his drink in slipped out of his hand and smashed on the floor. He couldn't believe it. He had to touch you to know he wasn't dreaming. So he ran to you, as if you'd been apart for years, and wrapped you up in his arms. He buried his head in your neck and wept, falling to his knees and bringing you with him. You were sobbing again, too, into his neck and clutching onto his clothes like you were hanging off a cliff. He smelled like the coconut soap you'd bought him for his birthday. He smelled like home.

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sweetpxsin · 7 years ago

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Soulmate AU! ; Bang Chan

>> Genre: Soulmate AU! :: Fluff

>> Member: Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

>> A/N: None [ Request box open ] <Please I need help with writing ideas>

•Flower tattoos connected soulmates

•When they met both flowers will appear entwined on both of your wrist/forearm but will only intertwine when you make direct contact (look at moodboard for reference)

•And each person is born with a flower tattoo that resembles their soulmates personality

•Someone born with a Gardenia would have a soulmate with purity and sweetness and indicate a secret love but if your flower was to turn into a black rose that would indicate your soulmate was on the verge of death/ has passed

•You were born with an alstroemeria flower, also known as a Peruvian Lily

•This meant your soulmate was devoted, prosperous, able to withstand trails of everyday life, and was following his/her dreams and achieving their aspirations

•And if you were being honest it would have made you fall more for your soulmate if it hadn’t been for the fact you weren’t really in a rush to find your soul mate

•Sure some of your friends had already found theirs and would post about cute things they did together

•And although it did spark a small jealousy in you, you pursuing your own passions were more important to you than love

•That being said you became a trainee at the infamous company YG

•Not only were you a trainee you had helped compose some songs for some of the groups

•You could say your hands were pretty filled with school and trainee life along with the fact you would help at your parents cafe

•So you could literally say you had no time to worry

•On the flip side your soulmate was very similar in some ways but was way more infatuated with the idea of soulmates

•His tattoo was of a red carnation meaning deep love and admiration

•He would find himself tracing his finger over the small dainty flower on his wrist while he was trying to compose a song and would quietly smile to himself

•”Changbin-hyung… why is Chan smiling creepily like that again?”

•”I don’t know the old man is probably going insane from his lack of sleep.”

•”ExUsE mE bUT i cAN hEAr yOU, YoU LItTLE pRIcKS”

•”And?”

•Que eye twitch followed by a serious face

•AnYwAYs

•Sometimes he would write little songs about his soulmate and imagine cute things with you but never to the point it would interfere with his work

•Nevertheless you could say he was way more ecstatic than you

•One day while you were going to practice in one of the rooms you accidently bursted into the one were Stray Kids from JYP would have been practicing

•You had heard they would be doing the traditional JYP v YG but you never imagined or intended to accidentally burst in on them

•Your face progressively got hotter as all eyes landed on you out of surprise

•”I-I’m so sorry.” You bowed multiple times before leaving in a rush

•Although at the time you didn’t feel it Chan most certainly felt it

•As soon as his eyes had landed on you he pulled up his sleeve and was left with disappointment upon seeing that his flower remind alone

•Shaking his head he guessed it was just his imagination and proceed to practice and help ease the younger ones nervousness

•Once it came time to actually meet the YG trainees you were long gone from his mind knowing his chances of ever seeing or meeting you again were slim

•WElL tHiNK aGAiN cHAn I think I’m funny

•Everything was going smoothly with meeting the other trainees actually till YG had walked in late, dragging a smaller trainee with him

•The room was filled with hellos till JYP had caught a glimpse of you

•After a little explaining You were introduced as one of YG’s aces and was asked to stay as part of it considering you’d make a good unbiased opinion

•it was awkward as hell for you considering they were the group you had walked in on you sorta had a hard time evaluating them but still complimented them on their skills because come on they obviously had something going for them *cough* talent *cough*

•Afterwards you quickly bid goodbye and good luck to the trainees and Stray Kids shaking each of their hands politely

•All was normal till you had gotten to the leader of the group

•You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t already caught your eye the moment you saw him start to perform but you never thought it was because he was your soulmate

•So instead of shaking his hand you opted for giving him a small smile along with kind words not sure if you could take the “burden” of him being your soulmate

•Chan noticed and frowned a little as he watched you leave the overwhelming feeling of affection was too strong from him to not notice or even ignore

•”Jeonwoong who was that again.”

•”Why?”

•”They walked in on us practicing.”

•”Oh they’re (Full name)”

•With a smile he thanked the boy before slipping out of the room to try to find you

•It didn’t take him long considering there was only one room in the hallway that was blasting music super loudly

•Taking a deep breath he placed his hand on the door

•”Chan!”

•”Jesus christ Jisung!”

•”We’re leaving now let’s go”

•Just then the music cut off and Chan quickly grabbed Jisung and walked down the hall to exist the building

•”Hyung what were you doing.”

•”Nothing Jisung.”

•with a sigh he slumped into his seat trying to figure out how in the world was he ever going to see you again

•Sure you guys were soulmates but that didn’t mean you both were destined to met

•After all some people had their tattoos changed into a butterfly weed meaning “leave me” indicating their soulmate had fallen in love with someone else (Of course only appearing when the relationship was destined to stay ex. When their soulmate was to get married)

•Once they had made it back to the company Chan instantly walked to the practice room to wallow in his own misery

•With a sigh he opened up his laptop and took out a pencil and paper

•If he was going to be sad and mopey why not busy himself with creating a song

•And within a few hours Chan found himself staring at the clock that read the time of 2:34

•He could barely keep his eyes open but at the same time he didn’t have the heart to fall asleep

•Grabbing his laptop and things he walked out of the building and headed to the nearest cafe to continue his work

•Where were you?

•Well you were leaning over the cafe counter a book in hand as you waited for the next customer to appear from the busy streets of Seoul

•You look up when the door bells jingle and you instantly straighten up

•”Welcome to Brew and Bakery cafe.”

•When your eyes met the boy standing in front of you, you wanted nothing more than to pass out

•Lowering your head in a lame attempt to hide your face you waited for his order

•”Can I get uh…hot chocolate.”

•As a lowkey coffee connoisseur you lifted your head up in amusement totally forgetting your earlier dilemma

•”Really? I took you as an espresso kinda guy.”

•You joked as you punched in his order

•the fact that he laughed at your boring ass statement made your heart kinda flutter, you didn’t know if it was because you were tired or for the fact his laugh was just the cutest

•”I took you as knocking kinda person.”

•*cue fidgetiness*

•”Th-That wou-ld be *ahem* $2.95.”

•”Here keep the change.”

•You nodded and turned around to make his simple hot chocolate

•”So what makes me a expresso kinda guy?” He mused

•”You look like a sleep deprived dad.” You played along trying to lighten the atmosphere for yourself

•”I get that a lot.”

•With a smile you turn around and hand him his hot chocolate

•”Here’s your hot chocolate..”

•”Chan.” “Expresso man.” (Ya’ll taking in unison what cuties)

•He shot you a smile as he grabbed the cup his hand brushing against yours

•At the same time you both felt the overwhelming sense of affection and adoration again

•Taking a glance at your exposed wrist you noticed the intertwined flowers of peruvian lily and red carnation

•”I guess this means were soulmates.”

•”Y-Yeah.”

•”Mind if I treat you to some of my hot chocolate?”

•”I’m more of a (insert favorite drink) kinda person.”

•Shaking his head lightly he chuckles lightly

•Afterwards the both of you kinda bond with Chan explain about what he was doing up so late and you explain your thought process on the whole soulmates situation right now, in which Chan totally understands

•Thought Chan is totally up for the challenge of making you fall for him as much as he did when he laid eyes on you

•In order to do so he would often come late at night with a song of his asking for your advice or to just bond over coffee

•In all honesty the boy seriously knew how to make your heart flutter

•With his witty jokes, funny faces and determination to debut with his members as 9

•Not only that but you were a huge fan of his music as much as he was of your different coffees you would make for him

•But what brought ya’ll closer than anything else was music and it was the thing that brought you two officially together

•Chan had brought you to the company wanting to hangout at the practice room rather than at the cafe for one day

•Both of you sat in front of the small desk as he worked on his most recent piece

•Despite being in your own chair your legs were on his lap with your arms lazily holding on to his waist with your head resting on his chest

•Chan honestly thought it was the cutest thing ever tbh

•and when you start to mumble his rap parts with him he just could stop himself from smiling to himself

•like you were literally being so cute and he just had to steal a kiss

•he’d dip down and give your lips a quick peck to see how you’d react

•once he saw the light blush on your face and how quickly you hid your face in his chest he knew he had your heart just as much as you had his

•guys I’m melting this is so cute omg..wow did I just compliment my writing..#concededisme

•wow I just ruined the moment…well in my defense it was the end…okay I’ll shut up now I hope you enjoyed it sorry for it being so long (and for that I’ll give you small bonus)

•dates with Chan would literally be so late but so worth it because you always end up wrapped up in his arms

•the dates are either at yours or his company or at the cafe

• The boys call you composing koala couple

•they literally gush at the sight of both of you

•when it’s just the two of you relaxing Chan has the cutest habit of tracing the flowers that are entwined on your wrist and will occasionally kiss the tattoo because he’s literally so in love with you and the fact that both of you are together

•literally can’t stop saying how much he loves and highkey enjoys it when he catches you staring at him

•tells you to take of yourself and literally will ask you if you’ve eaten or rested well almost every day once a day

•and in return you give him words of encouragement/congratulations BeCauSE YOuR MAnZ IS tAlENtEd

•but overall both of you are just perfect for each others and love each other with every inch of your living being

#bang chan #chan stray kids #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #chan scenarios #chan imagines #방찬 #스트레이 키즈 #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #kpop scenarios #chan fanfic #bang chan imagine

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jiminandlemonade-blog · 7 years ago

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Penpals / Don’t Leave Me - Part 11

Jimin:

Series: Fluff/minor angst

PART 11/15

New to the series? Part 1

Missed the last chapter? Part 10

Finally. Somewhere you belonged. At school, you never believed that you fit in with the crowd but at university, everyone was accepted and you loved it.

Your father was right, you did need Jimin's letters to comfort you as you settled in. It was a fear of the unknown being comforted by another unknown, that being, if you’d ever speak to him again.

You met some amazing friends at University and 2 of them, you even considered your best friends, Rebecca and Amelia. They were both just as misunderstood as you were but you all understood each other, it was nice.

*6 months later*

It had been 6 months since you moved to University and there was still no contact with Jimin. You stayed in contact with Jihyun. He always messaged you on a Sunday to find out how you week had been and if you were feeling okay. You always lied. Of course you weren't okay. You had lost the love of your life and you had no idea when or if you'd ever speak to him again.

"Jihyun, I've got to go" you said as Rebecca and Amelia walked into your dorm. "Ooooh, who’s that?" They asked, making kissing noises and faces after you ended the call. You hadn't told them about Jimin. You didn't want your non-existent love life to be a burden on them. "Just an old friend" you smiled, not lying.

"I think there's something more going on" Rebecca laughed, sitting next to you on the bed and nudging your shoulder hard that you fell onto your pillow cushions. "Me too" Amelia agreed, composing herself after laughing from watching you dead ass fall from the slightest of nudges.

"There's nothing, honestly.. It's just Jihyun" you stated. You came off like a closed book. You didn't want them to know about Jimin, even though you felt they needed too.

"Um Y/N, is everything okay? Just recently you've seemed a bit.. Off.." Amelia questioned. "Yeah, that's what we actually came to talk to you about" Rebecca finished off.

Everything wasn't okay. You hadn't been right since your birthday 2 weeks ago. You expected something to turn up at the dorm, for Jihyun to say he had a message from Jimin.. Anything. But nothing came.

Tears filled your eyes once more and you didn't want to lie to your best friends. These people knew everything about your past apart from what you considered the most important part, losing the love of your life.

"We didn't mean to upset you" Amelia soothed, rubbing your back as Rebecca knelt down in front of you with a concerned look on her face. "Yous didn't. But girls.. We need to talk..".

They both sat bolt up right next to you on the bed, not knowing what to expect. You laughed at how protective they seemed. "I'm just going to go over here" you pointed to the floor, giggling. "Seriously, it's not that bad.. Well kinda" you shrugged.

"When I was in school, you both know that I acted up. But in my Geography class, I was given a pen pal from South Korea" "Jihyun?" Rebecca questioned midsentence. "No.. Not Jihyun. Anyway, we started talking and instantly connected on levels I never thought you could connect to a person. He felt misunderstood too. He went through troubles like me too. He wanted more than just an education.. He wanted to live. You both know how I've always wanted to be an actress but decided to go down the university route? Well he had the choice between education and dancing and he went down the dancing route.. And honestly, I have never been so proud of a person. I wanted to fly to Korea and hug him. He inspired me to go on auditions. Even though I didn't get them, I got great feedback but ultimately, this is what I chose. I feel like it's definitely the right path.. But enough about me. His name is Jimin and he is Jihyun's brother"

"Ah" Rebecca let out. "So it's a love triangle?" "Ew, no!" You shrieked at the thought of fancying Jimin's brother.. "He's wonderful but he's Jimin's brother.. Just let me continue. He understood me so much and he just always seemed to know me.. Get me? He sent me flowers when he knew I was down, called my parents to get me ice cream from the supermarket when I was stressed revising.. All of those things you know? Then he seemed to go in his shell and started apologising for not being the person I thought he was so I was very confused. To cut a long story short, he went to Seoul for an audition and was successful but needed to keep it under wraps and couldn't tell a soul. I even told him I loved him a voicemail and I don't know whether he received it.. I always wondered whether that was why he stopped talking. Then I then lost contact with him. Soon after, I received a message on a cake from a local bakery that Jimin has sent telling me to expect a letter in the post explaining why I wasn't able to contact him. The letter arrived and he was apologising for everything and that he'd speak to me when he can. I went online to find his social media accounts were all disconnected. I had no contact. Jihyun contacted me and explained everything.. But, I don't know whether I can say anything." You ranted off.

"You can tell us anything" Rebecca promised. You knew you could. You just didn't know whether you wanted to. You felt betrayed and abandoned by Jimin and didn't want to come across as looking vulnerable. "So do you think Jimin stopped talking to you because you told him you loved him?" Amelia questioned.

You sighed. "Honestly, I did at first. But then Jihyun explained the situation and like I said, I'm not sure whether he had even received it.". Obviously, since Rebecca and Amelia were your friends, they knew the course you studied. Korean. And always wondered where your passion for the subject came from. You never told them the real reason. You just explained that you fell in love with the country at school.

There was silence whilst they tried to comprehend everything you were saying. Rebecca finally spoke up. "He taught you Korean didn't he?". You nodded. "You didn't just fall in love with the language and culture.. You fell in love with him too" Rebecca chimed in matter of factly. You nodded again.

"You're going to have to tell us what he did.. Did he enlist?" Amelia gasped. You explained the whole of the Korean culture to them. They knew everything. They loved your passion for the country and language and could listen to you talking for hours about it. Amelia even started watching K-POP groups with you and was more obsessed than what you were..

"No, he didn't enlist. Um, oh god, forgive me Jimin" you repeated Jihyun's words from your first conversation. "Jimin is um, he's urm.. Amelia.. He's a trainee" you explained. She gasped louder than when she questioned whether he had enlisted.

"He's a what now?" Rebecca laughed, not understanding the Korean jargon. You could see Amelia getting really excited and clenching her fists and gritting her teeth through amazement.

"A trainee is someone who is hired by an entertainment company and is trained up to be a professional entertainer whether that's a singer, dancer or actor.. Usually a singer and/or dancer and they then debut as a solo artist or musical group. It's the only normal way to become a recording artist over there" Amelia explained to Rebecca.

"Hold up" Rebecca paused Amelia's excitement. "You're trying to tell me that the K-POP groups that you listen too.. Your pen pal friend is going to be one of them?" She directed her question to you. "It's a massive possibility.. He may not be successful.. Even if he is, he may not debut for years or they may not be popular and disband before they even get an album out. It works very differently in Korea. If you're not popular from the get go, or at least have a following, you wont succeed in any manner" you explained.

"This is so much to take in" Rebecca stated, rubbing her head. "I know, imagine how I feel" you laughed off, giving them a hug and thanking them for being there for you.

*3 months later*

You had been back home for the spring break and now back at university. Before you could even get back to your dorm, you had several missed calls from Rebecca and Amelia and some other friends who were trying to get in contact with you on their behalf.

"What's up?" You asked in the group call, trying to stick your key in the door whilst holding all of your bags. "When you get a minute, come to the library" Rebecca requested. "I've only just got here.. I'm not doing work!" You laughed. "Y/N.. Please just come to the library" Amelia sternly spoke. You were confused. This wasn't like them at all. "Is everything okay?" You queried, concerned, hitting your phone onto loud speaker as you dropped it onto the bed and dropped your bags from your arms, giving you an instant sensation of relief.

"Yeah. I think so. Just, I can't really say much.. I don't know what to make of it. I-I don't know if.. Just get down here" Amelia spoke, just as stern as before. You were panicked. You had no idea what this could be about. "Okay, I'm coming now" you said, picking up your bag and running out of the door.

You walked into the library and spotted their pale faces from a mile away. Rebecca even presented you with a cup of coffee and a shortbread. You knew this wasn't going to be good news. Coffee and shortbread were your comfort foods and they knew this.

"So um, Y/N.. I don't know how to say this. I don't really know how to explain this. Hopefully it's nothing. Hopefully if it is something, you're keeping something from us too.. But we need to talk about Jimin." She explained. Your heart sank. You hadn't stopped thinking about him at all, but you were hoping as the days passed by, the pain would evaporate.. But it wasn't. If anything, it was getting harder. And your sleepless nights could vouch for that.

"J-Jimin?" You stuttered. Your hands started shaking and Rebecca put her hands around them to stop them. Your knees then started to shake and you felt weak. You knew something bad was about to happen.

"Have you spoke recently?" Amelia asked. You looked at her with a vague expression. "Well no.. I've already explained this. I have no contact" you huffed, slightly pissed she even asked you that. Amelia and Rebecca looked at each other and Rebecca muttered "fuck" under her breath. "What's going on?" You asked. "I'm getting worried". You felt that awful closing feeling at the back of your throat.

"Is his name Park Jimin and from Busan?" Amelia asked, staring at the computer screen. You looked up and dead eye stared at her. You never told her his surname or where he was from before. After your talk with Rebecca and Amelia, you never wanted to speak about it and hardlies ever did. "How did you--?" You asked before being cut off by Rebecca. "Is this him?" She asked, spinning the computer screen round in your direction.

You hadn't seen a picture of Jimin in a good few months. You stopped watching his videos he sent you because it broke your heart. The only thing you occasionally read were his letters but his image was permanently etched in your brain so there were no need for a constant photographic reminder.

You gulped and gasped at the same time. "That's him" you blinked, moving your head closer to the screen in a tilting confused motion. Rebecca looked at Amelia, obviously trying to get her to ask you a question but her words didn't seem to form. "Y/N.. When did he say he would contact you?" Rebecca asked, gripping your hands tighter. "When he wasn't a trainee.. When he debuted" you stated, looking just as confused as ever.

There was a moments silence and nobody knew what to say. "I'll let this do the talking" Amelia said solemnly, pressing play on the Youtube video.

‘얌마 니 꿈은 뭐니 얌마 니 꿈은 뭐니 얌마 니 꿈은 뭐니 니 꿈은 겨우 그거니’

‘Hey what's your dream? Is that all your dream is?’

You had already had enough. You reached over your friends and tried to pause the video by using the space bar but missed. The video continued playing. Rebecca and Amelia were too focused on your face and demeanor to think about turning it off. Your heart was beating fast and the lump in your throat was getting bigger.

"He's debuted hasn't he?" You said through slightly gritted teeth. You felt pissed, hurt, alone, betrayed but ultimately, heartbroken. Amelia nodded. "I'm so sorry" they both said in unison.

There was another moments silence and you heard the song in the background.

"That’s a lie, you such a liar See me, see me, ya you’re a hypocrite Why’re you telling to go a different path? Take care of yourself Please don’t force me" you translated out loud as you were going along with the song.

You had to admit. You loved the song. You even closed your eyes to somehow enhance your hearing sense.

"What's your dream? What's your dream? La La La La La." Jimin's voice. You took a deep breath. "That's Park Jimin alright" you smiled.

You smiled because you were so proud. The feeling of overwhelming love and pride washed over you as soon as you saw him sing. He went to Seoul as a dancer and is now a singer.. You loved his singing voice. He even sang you to sleep over Skype sometimes. Well, in the past.

Suddenly, you were struck down to reality. "When was this video published?" You gulped. He said he would contact you when he could. Jihyun said that Jimin would contact you. Why hadn't he? Had it just been posted?

Neither Rebecca or Amelia said anything. "Just tell me!" You shouted in the middle of the library. You tensed your face and whispered 'sorry' the those studying around you and put your hand up to the librarians to resemble an apology.

Amelia plucked up the courage to tell you. "Y/N.. They debuted 5 weeks ago"

Part 12

MASTERLIST

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wannawrite · 7 years ago

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This Isn’t Part Of The Plot

Wanna One's Lai Guanlin X Reader TW: violence, emotional abuse Word count: 3430

Fluff, mild angst • you and ( actor! ) Guanlin are filming a drama series together • fun fact: you two despise each other because of a scandal awhile back but c'mon pretending for the cameras bc you gotta get that cash amirite ;) • eventually...some unexpected things happen hurh hurh biAS BIAS BIAS ALERT WEE WOO I LOVE GUANLIN SO MUCH AND I MIGHT BE MEETING HIM NEXT MONTH HOLY SHIT anyways....thank youuuu for requesting this anon :) I hope you like it, sorry if it isn't what you wanted. Re-request if you want to! Also, we might be closing the request box really soon so do request before then, both admins will be extremely busy with school. Admin N iS woRKING HARD OKAY I PROMISE I WON'T DEPRIVE YOU GUYS OF HER SHE'LL BE OFF HIATUS VERY SOON I PROMISE - admin L _________ You swore that the bottle of nail polish you clamped down on was about to crack from the pressure, your force displayed by your whitening knuckles. The anger that bubbled within you threatened to spill, you didn't imagine your temper would explode through the roof at this time but it just seemed like a ticking time bomb. "Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay? Calm down," your manager - more like a best friend-, Nayoung said, running her hands through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You two were very close, you had known her since your trainee days and she too felt your anger and frustration. "Listen, I'm not exactly happy about working with Guanlin and his manager either. Especially after all the trouble they caused us last year, it's very shocking CEO would insist on this. Please, for all our sakes, try to control your emotions on set. After that, I'll let you rant all you want." Nayoung massaged your shoulders and slowly plucked the nail polish out of your hands. The whole day, you had been sitting on in the dressing room ( refusing to leave in fear of bumping into Guanlin ) to be pampered in preparation for filming. Your lines were engrained in your head and every action was carefully calculated, whether you would be able to execute them with your fellow lead was another matter altogether. Lai Guanlin. You despised him. Well, you wouldn't have if he had kept his mouth shut and hadn't blabbered bullshit about you. Partially, it was your fault because you responded in a harsh manner but all the trouble and drama he had stirred up for you was worth it. What happened?

So, one fine day while Guanlin was carrying out a Livestream interview and you were out there minding your own business, breathing your own air. When asked the question "Guanlin, which rising star would you choose to collaborate with?", he replied with "Definitely Lin Zhaoxi of WannaWrite Entertainment." Your fellow actress in the same company who had debuted at roughly the same time. The damned interviewer posed another question... or exclamation rather "Not with Y/N? Y/N is becoming quite popular lately." Guanlin laughed and shook his head. "I'm sorry but please don't... associate? me with that kind of level acting. Y/N is good but she's just getting by with her pretty face. I can't say I support her fully." There was an outcry. For days, tabloids and entertainment platforms reported about this. Reporters and paparazzi swarmed both Cube Entertainment and WannaWrite Entertainment, pestering for statements from you or Guanlin. Honestly, it wasn't a big deal but since both of you were pictured together leaving a casting building, the world assumed you were on good terms and even dating. Me, with that imbecile! How could they! It was a random coincidence that the two of you exited at the same time but the pictures were taken and the rest was history. A few days later, acting on impulse and your hurricane of emotions you tweeted out. officiaY/N @laiguanlin01 thanks for the compliment. Weren't you only cast for your previous lead role because of your face too? You don't have much to say (icantbemeantohimimsorry) Of course, CEO L had hacked your Twitter and deleted the tweet and their publicist had tried her best to cover it but it was too late, the damage had been done. You thought it was sure to end there but surprisingly, Guanlin responded. laiguanlin01 @officialY/N wow petty much? Maybe if you paid this much attention to practicing you'd be better and wouldn't have to rely on your looks or popular friends. Grow up. You were furious beyond words but manager Nayoung banned you from the internet, afraid of your negative response. It was embarrassing, to say the least. However, time continues and that drama was left behind, you wanted to burn and bury it. You just never expected to be cast in for lead roles with Guanlin and even though you knew your management could withdraw you, they kept pushing you to do take the role. The alliance with Cube and WannaWrite had to form and prosper. Truthfully, you would do almost anything to repay your company. "Y/N? Are you ready? We must start shooting soon...." You snapped back to your senses at manager Nayoung's words. Sighing, you nodded reluctantly and prepared to step on set. Be professional. Be professional. Control yourself, Y/N. Show Guanlin what you are made of. Shakily, you stood up, mentally preparing for the moment. Yes, there were a few intimate scenes and you hoped that at least, he was a good kisser. Just think about the paycheck in your bank account. All is well. ... "Okay! Good! We got it! Cut!" You had never wanted to hear those words more than now. At first, Guanlin had greeted you with a simple 'hello' and the two of you did not interact during breaks, only speaking when absolutely necessary or when delivering lines. The scene of hugging ended, you quickly jumped apart and retreated to your stylist. You felt your face grow hot and palms sweat profusely. It was absolutely maddening to act romantic with someone whom you hated so much but, Guanlin was handsome and you would be lying if you said his looks hadn't attracted you. If only his rotten personality didn't ruin it, you thought bitterly, the makeup brush flicking across your cheek. You knew Guanlin wasn't a terrible person, he just had the wrong words and the wrong time, yet, you couldn't exactly see the best in him either. It was a checkmate. "You two did great! Anyone would believe it was a real romance!" The director praised, jumping up from his seat and excitedly hugging some members of the production crew. In the background, Guanlin smiled but shook his head. His gaze bore into your own and while his remained quite warm and friendly, yours narrowed and burned. He put his hands up in mock surrender which almost elicited a laugh out of you but you spun away and faced the other stylist before he could read your expression. Ugh! Get it together, Y/N! Do not let Lai Guanlin affect you. "Y/N! Y/N! To celebrate the start of shooting, the director wants to treat everyone for dinner! You have to be there," Manager Nayoung informed in a hushed tone, taking your hands in hers. You let out a whine. I'm already an actress as my full-time job, how much more will I have to act like I can tolerate Lai Guan Lin! Nayoung sighed, she shot a sympathetic smile at you and petted the top of your head. "Don't worry, I can handle it if things get out of hand but please, just maintain this a little longer so we both keep our jobs." You cracked a smile at her lame joke and nodded although it was reluctant. But a part of you was curious, interested to find out what Lai Guanlin was really like. ... Thankfully, the dinner wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be. Guanlin kept to his crew and you to yours. Occasionally, the sides engaged in meaningless small talk. Guanlin even asked about your day and how his acting was. "Um, you d-did well. Good job, you worked hard," you improvised or rather, provided a textbook answer but Guanlin seemed pretty satisfied with your reply. He sent his adorable gummy smile your way and you nearly fainted right there and then. Guanlin was charming. However, some asshole had to bring up that huge scandal that happened. You panicked, looking across at Guanlin. He cleared his throat, sensing your discomfort. "Ahh, that. That was a very long time ago, I was being childish and immature about it. I acted rashly, I'm sorry Y/N, I never got a chance to apologise personally. I'm sorry," he piped, an upset look slipped onto his face. "I-it's fine. I was...rude to you as well. I apologise, let's put this behind us," you croaked, reaching for your glass of water. His sudden apology had you flustered. Wow, his acting had improved so much. I'm impressed, anyone would have bought that. Apology my ass. There was a pregnant pause before the entire table burst in applause and cheers. You turned beet red, bowing slightly to the crew members. "Yah! Make up properly, go and hug each other." A voice rang out and still, you had no clue who it was. You hesitated.... But Guanlin didn't. He stood up from his seat and waltzed over to your own. Forcing a smile on your face, you wrapped your arms around his muscular shoulders and pulled him close. He was a good hugger, he radiated off warmth and security. Bonus! Guanlin smelled like he stepped out of the Dior perfume section. Heavenly. Finally, he pulled away, a tiny bit to your dismay but before he returned to his seat, you pressed a quick peck to his cheek, making the 'apology' all the more believable. Manager Nayoung's excited squeals could be heard above all the noise. You smirked at Guanlin whose ears had turned red and could only smile shyly, scuffing his expensive leather shoes together. Unknown to you, his heart thudded inhumanely fast, peculiarly pleasant shivers ran down his spine. Not as awkward as you imagined it to be. ... The next few weeks of filming were blissful. Why? On the third day, Guanlin had broken into your dressing room and requested to talk. When all the stylists had left, he apologised profusely for the drama he had initiated. "Didn't we put it behind us on Sunday?" You had asked, puzzled. "I know! But I didn't want you to feel like it was just for the crowd, I'm truly sorry. I hope you believe me," he pleaded, genuinely apologetic. You ended the session with a hug before shooing him off to get ready, assuring him that all the drama was in the past. You knew Guanlin was growing on you and somehow, you didn't want to stop him. You were in a dilemma, your heart and head were telling you two extremes. Amiable Guanlin continued to make an appearance, he always smiled and greeted you whenever both of you bumped into each other and at times, he would venture to find you in case you needed help with running lines. You found yourself hanging out in one of the common rooms with him often, practicing scenes or even hanging out as...friends. You talked about how your day had been, about your friends and about each other's interests in general. It became very clear that at the end of two weeks, you were falling for Guanlin. You were joyful. But all good things must come to an end. ... The cold stung your cheeks, causing them to redden. You shuddered uncontrollably, legs shaking like jelly and teeth chattering. The night was still young according to your director despite it being 9 pm and pitch darkness should the production crew not have brought spotlights. It was ridiculous. Despite all these factors, the show must go on. You continued to deliver your best. It also helped that Guanlin kept your heart in a fuzzy mess by telling you all his lame jokes and stories in between takes. Your heart was warmed by his sweet laughter, it sounded like music to your ears. "Okay! Wonderful! It's a wrap for today, everyone start packing up!" The shooting site had been tossed into a frenzy, the crew was so frantic to keep the equipment no one noticed you and Guanlin slipping away from your dressing tents. You couldn't stop the giggles from the adrenaline rush, sneaking away from your manager and staffs was a huge thing for you, plus it made you feel like you were actually living a normal teenager life. "Hey, I heard there's a really nice milk tea shop nearby. Want any?" Guanlin suggested, he pouted when he saw hesitation flicker across your face. "C'mon! It'll be fine, we'll be back before anyone notices. Besides, I got one of the staffs to cover for us. It's okay, live a little, Y/N." Sighing, you agreed. Guanlin smiled and grabbed your hand, causing just about a billion sparks to light up. It felt like there was an entire zoo in your stomach. He didn't seem to realise you two were walking hand in hand towards the shop. The street was pretty deserted as this was a housing estate and it was late at night, no one would have caught both of you in this promising position. "Do... you want me to wait outside while you order? You know, shops have cameras and... confusion will arise if we step in hand in hand," Guanlin muttered, a sense of discontent in his voice. You let go of his hand just as the shop came into view. Before you entered, you sent him a shaky smile, gesturing for him to pull up his black face mask to hide his identity better. You adjusted your own baseball cap to fit tighter. It was useless. You had to force yourself not to gasp, not to hold your breath when you saw who the worker was. Your ex-boyfriend. The ex-boyfriend you broke up with before your debut because you caught him cheating on you with another girl. The ex who had tormented you emotionally, who haunted your nightmares with his malicious words. The one who always told you that you were never good enough for him, that your acting was never going to take your anywhere. It took all your willpower to not burst out crying or run out of the store. You tried your best to avoid his slimy gaze. "Y/N?" Too late. "It's you, isn't it! Awww, the big time actress! I guess I was wrong, your acting did get you places. Do you have a boyfriend now? Let's get back together." How dare he! Your anger was slowly but surely building up inside. Your mouth ran dry, no words could be said. "Ahh, speechless? I know right! Yah, remember all the good times you had together? Don't you miss them?" He taunted. "You mean the times you left me hanging? Stood me up on dates? Insulted me in front of all your friends? Told me you loved and cherished me but made out with Jasmine an hour later? Yeah, I sure do miss those times!" You yelled, infuriated by his words. "Don't try and act that you didn't know I was hurt, you told me to wait for you while you went out clubbing with like twenty different girls! I've had enough of your games." "Yah! So you think now that you have scored a job or two you can come and accuse me of such ways! Do you know how much I sacrificed for you? I did all I could, I was the best boyfriend!" He leaned over the counter and set a hand on your shoulder. It made cold shivers travel all over your body, goose bumps appearing. His touch wasn't comforting like Guanlin's, it was cold and controlling. You hated it. "Get your hands off me! You have no right to say anything to me!" You managed to shrug him off and turned to leave but he grabbed your wrist at the last moment and tugged harshly. You tripped, he shoved your shoulder hard and you fell to the ground with a thud. "You bitch!" He sneered. Crack! The sound resonated throughout the entire store. A red handprint visible on your cheek which you cradled, jaw open in shock. The tears that you tried so hard to hold back now flowed freely. The door burst open. "Y/N! You hit her! How could you!" It was Guanlin. Honestly, you didn't want a fight to start because of this. You had enough. You wanted nothing more than to return home. Guanlin raised his fist to punch your ex-boyfriend but you caught his arm and whimpered, pleading with him not to. Your ex-was in shock, but he recovered quickly. "Yah! Who do you think you are? She's my girlfriend, I can do whatever to her." ( no you fcking can't please get this mindset out it's fcking wrong and I hate it ) Guanlin really wasn't having it. He shoved your ex-boyfriend harshly in the chest. "That's wrong. Y/N is a person, not an object. You can't play with her like that. You're sick, I'm calling security on you. We're leaving." But before he could, the ex kicked him in the stomach. It was like he expected Guanlin to be affected by that. Guanlin just chuckled, sinisterly. "You don't mess with people like that." He didn't stall, he punched the other guy in the nose, blood started to flow. Then, he focussed his attention on you. When it was clear you were too traumatised to even stand, he scooped you up and stormed out of the shop. ... "I'm so sorry. I'm so so so so so sorry," Guanlin apologised. "Hell, my sorries can't even fix this. It was all my fault, Y/N. I should have never suggested this. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He looked like he was about to cry as well. "That was my ex....he may have said many horrid things to me but never once did he hit me...." That caused Guanlin to tighten his grip on you. "I'm so sorry, I-I really should have never made you leave...." His perfect face had tears running down. "It's-it's o-okay. You didn't know anything, it is not your fault. Don't be like this," you stammered, your own emotions were in a mess. "If I didn't suggest it, you wouldn't have been hurt! It's all my fault!" He shrieked in panic. "It's my fault you got hit!" "It isn't! It really isn't!" You insisted. "What are we going to do about all the rumours though?" "Y/N! Priorities! You just got injured because of me, we need to get you to the hospital!" The sense of urgency rising in his tone. "Yah, Guanlin-ah. I'm okay. I'm stronger than that. But the whole world will think we're dating after this incident, what will we do?" Guanlin shrugged, he blinked back tears. "Well, I won't deny rumours that I want to be true." What? "...no way. You? Want to date? Me?" "Y/N, this isn't the time to be talking-" "Yes! Yes! I will date you!" "No, we need to get you to the hospital. I'm sorry you got hit, I will make sure that never happens again. Let me call security." You waited for his call with the security to end. "They're going to catch him. Y/N, it's all my fault. I'm so so so sorry-" You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. They were plush and velvety, he had kissable lips. At first, he was frozen in shock but after awhile, he began to kiss back with passion. When you broke apart, there was a dazed look in his eyes. "Woah...." The tips of his ears turned red, his face grew hot. "Y/N, I caused you so much misery. Why would you like me? I hate myself for this. Why can't you hate me too? Life would be so much easier," he said, almost absent-mindedly. "Because I like you," you blurted out. "Let's date." "But-" "Guanlin, you care too much. My ex was an asshole, to you too. Yes, he hit me. Yes, no one should abuse anyone, which is why we reported him anyway. Yes, it may take time for me to recover but I hope you can wait for me. I'm sorry I'm a mess," you confessed, blushing. Guanlin's eyes grew as large as saucers. "No! No! Don't apologise. And...if it's you, I'll wait for you. I want to help you recover. I want to be there for you. It must be tough to deal with this." You beamed, tears nearly flowing again. Thank you." "It's what any potential lover would do. Let me know when you're ready for a relationship again, we'll take it as slow as you need it to be. I hate to rush things anyway," he admitted and really, you couldn't ask for anyone more perfect. The walk back was silent after that but really, you communicated in other ways without using words. Guanlin was wonderful, who had scripted this part of the story? It was almost too good to be true. guys, abusive relationships shouldn't be romanticised. It's horrible and mentally tormenting. Please don't go through with one. Leave it immediately. I feel like I kind of romanticised it a bit here and I hate it so much. Please give me feedback and I will gladly take this down if it's too much. Abuse is never okay or something to be taken lightly. If this offends anyone, it will be removed immediately. This was hard for me to write and I truly apologise if is triggering. Let me know, I will take it down.

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