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Into the Earth (Hyunjin, spicy?)

Hyunjin x f!reader

multi-chapter fic

happens a few years in the future

Hyunjin is in his post-idol era. Working as an artist and fashion icon.

Warnings: mentions of scamming, dishonesty, abusive people and various kinds of abuse, parasites (and not the Bong Joon Ho clever kind), misogyny (but not Hyunjin!), ageism. Nudity (Hyunjin). More to be added with later chapters.

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

Please be kind.

Please do not report this post. If it's not your thing, just scroll away.

If you're underage, please scroll on, there is nothing for you here.

If you enjoy this story and are reading along, I would love to hear your comments in the replies, reblogs or DMs - however you feel most comfortable.

Like I mentioned, this story is finished, but I will slightly change its course based on the way the chapters are received.

Story title is inspired by a Lorna Shore song

Part 2 Song for this chapter:

Part 3 - Under the sun Hyunjin’s room has a white, hard bed and a window where the old grape vine reaches and birds come to sit and sing in the mornings. The sun filters in through the vine leaves at all hours of the day, so it’s never direct and too hot. There’s a heater in there too, for the winter months, a table and sockets to charge his devices. Hyunjin only took his phone, but the place has wi-fi and it’s really fast and stable. He doesn’t even go through one battery charge during the day now, because he doesn’t use his phone unless it’s before bed for a few minutes. Usually he’s tired, but the good kind, and he falls asleep without having to do techniques or take pills for it. There’s a bathroom down the hallway and several more on the lower floors. First thing he did when he got there was to pause his subscription, to avoid boxes of uneaten fruit and veg to pile up and rot outside his apartment door back in Paris.

Work is, in fact, hard, but he loves it. It demands both strength and gentleness from him, since a lot of what he is assigned to do is picking fruit and placing it in baskets, or making the boxes for the people who subscribe to the farm’s products, like he did until now. He’s already seen the trees he adopted in situ. He’s also seen the other workers and the owner talk to the trees, hug them or kiss their bark. He feels like the odd one out for not yet daring to be so overt in his enthusiasm for the work. He now automatically wakes up early, while it’s still dark outside, to help with breakfast and to switch on the irrigation system. Because he knows his way with technology, Paloma, his shift lead, trusts him with more of the technical stuff.

Paloma is about his mom’s age, Hyunjin suspects, but he is not sure because she is full of energy, has the gorgeously tanned skin of the people in this coastal region and shiny, awesome long black hair that curls cheekily like a frame around her face. She wears big hoop earrings and bright red lipstick and nail polish. At first, she was intimidating, but Hyunjin now knows she is nice, kind and empathetic. Also, she has a voice that projects across the fields with no amplifier or other tech help. She helped him when he first joined the farm, got him settled in, showed him where everything is and introduced him to everyone. Paloma has a Turkish husband, Eren, who is the owner of the most epic twirled moustache and a unibrow that could intimidate even JYP on its own. He is bald and massive, and Hyunjin knows Eren could pop him open like a bean pod with one hand only. There is so much strength in those corded arms and thick thighs, from a life of work outdoors. But Eren is also a fantastic cook and he helped Hyunjin the first time he had to cook for the entire group. Together, they made vegan pide, a Turkish specialty that looks like dough boats with a spiced veggie and vegan minced meat filling. The Spanish touch to the recipe are the roasted and peeled red peppers, which add so much flavour and smokiness to the finished dish. Hyunjin learned that day that being bold with spices can take even the blandest recipe to chef-y heights even Han wouldn’t dream of writing about. “Ever made dough before, my boy?” Eren asked him, getting a big jar of flour from the pantry. Everything in the kitchen at the farm is supersized, because the dishes have to feed many. Hyunjin has made dough before, but not the kind that needs yeast, so he shook his head. “It’s easy. One cube of yeast for five hundred grams of flour. Five hundred grams feeds four.” “So we need… two kilos?” Hyunjin tried to see if he got it right. “Yes. And ten grams of salt per five hundred grams, that’s two and three quarter tablespoons. A tablespoon of sea salt is fifteen grams, remember that.” Eren told him. “In time you will learn to eyeball it, but for now it’s best to do some maths and taste every step along the way.”

The recipe was simple and with very few ingredients, but it turned out sensationally tasty in the end. Eren let Hyunjin have all the credit and made sure to tell everyone at the table that Hyunjin’s hard work had brought them their lovely meal. There are two women from Ghana, Cass and Kree, who said grace before they dug into what Hyunjin and Eren had made, and who told God to be good to Hyunjin who made sure everyone got to eat so well. Later, they taught Hyunjin to make jollof rice, but after they argued over the correct recipe and the correct order of adding the ingredients. Hyunjin was very stressed on the day it was his turn to cook for everyone. But with Eren’s help and everyone else’s praise, he prevailed, and the feeling he was left with at the end of the day was indescribable. He felt like he was walking on clouds.

Some days, the dawn finds Hyunjin walking across the fields, to the orchard, where he takes his shoes and socks off and walks on the dewy grass, absolutely loving the feeling and feeling recharged. On the days when no one else is outside yet, he even takes off every stitch of clothing and lets the cool morning air and the fresh sunlight bathe him and rebuild him anew. It feels less like having his dick out on a farm and more like a luxury all the money he ever made as an idol couldn’t buy. He’s not usually the type to want to have his dick out to the world, but he’s repressed every part of himself since he was a child, for a very long time, and it’s just so good to no longer have to.

The air just smells different, more fragrant, more alive. Birds sing louder here and the few animals who roam the farm are kept as friends, not as slaves. He’s already befriended the owner’s dogs, two black Doberman Pinscher called Hans and Franz and a poodle called Nube.

He hasn’t seen himself in a full-length mirror since he got here. There’s a mirror in the bathroom he uses, and he sometimes shaves in it, but most of the time he doesn’t give a fuck because he’s in a hurry to get to the field, to the orchard or to the gardens. The other men working there have teased him about his anaemic moustache and patchy beard, but the women all love them for some reason. And Hyunjin simply doesn’t find the time to feel self-conscious about the hair that grows on him while he is busy and fully immersed in his tasks.

The summer sun gave Hyunjin’s skin a golden hue, but no tan lines, and he considers himself lucky, although he would not care much if he did have tan lines. His white coworkers also don’t care about theirs. He hasn’t been this carefree, confident and at peace with himself since he became an adult. Part 4

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skzstoryvault · 8 days ago

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Into the Earth (Hyunjin, this part just weird :P)

Hyunjin x f!reader

multi-chapter fic

happens a few years in the future

Hyunjin is in his post-idol era. Working as an artist and fashion icon.

Hyunjin gets himself injured, but this just brings him closer to you

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

Please be kind.

Please do not report this post. If it's not your thing, just scroll away.

If you're underage, please scroll on, there is nothing for you here.

If you enjoy this story and are reading along, I would love to hear your comments in the replies, reblogs or DMs - however you feel most comfortable.

Like I mentioned, this story is finished, but I will slightly change its course based on the way the chapters are received.

Story title is inspired by a Lorna Shore song

Part 6

Part 7 - Not today

It’s harvest season for the late mangoes and Hyunjin loves being outside, picking the fragrant fruit. He thinks the shape of the mangoes as he plucks them feels a bit like boobs might feel in his hands, and he tells himself to just cradle them gently and not squeeze like his intrusive thoughts are telling him to.

His mind slips away as his body performs the repetitive task of plucking the fruits from their branches and laying them into the basket he is using. From his spot, he can see you working a bit further away, your large sun hat protecting you from the day’s sun and hiding your features. It makes Hyunjin wonder why he’s so drawn to you - women usually either intimidate or bore him and his instinct is to keep his distance, but you caught his eye ever since he came here.

Usually, he knows he is at an advantage and that men and women alike want him without any effort on his part, but you? He cannot read you and, boss thing aside - his coworkers and you yourself told him that is not a problem here since his employment at the farm doesn’t affect his overall situation. So, if you wanted to, he would be fair game and you’d go after him. But you don’t. And he wonders… why not? Especially since you’ve seen at least part of his performances as an idol… he remembers how much the whole world seemed to crave him back in the day. He remembers what it was like to play a little game with make-up noonas, journalists, other celebrities who came to fawn over him and how he used to get a kick out of it, taunting them just a little bit for their very obvious weakness for him. But that meant that he only got to be his normal, goofy self with his closest friends, the members and his parents. Which in turn meant that he did not get to actually be the player he thought himself to be. As Chan reassured him once, it was okay to want to feel safe first and only then allow himself to indulge in the perks of idol life.

You’re still there, now having called the truck close and inspecting the crates of product that get loaded onto it while Kree films you, most likely for the farm’s social media channels. You don’t seem to be stressed to be on camera at all, and you slipped into social media mode seamlessly, without putting on make up or opening your headwrap and letting your hair loose. It’s like you don’t care if the world thinks you’re not pretty. And Hyunjin finds that so powerful, he stands there for long minutes, watching with his head completely empty, even of blood. In the second part of the day, when everyone else is having their siesta after their lunch, Hyunjin decides to get back on the ladder to finish this one tree he’s been working on all day. He is humming a little tune under his breath, feeling carefree and happy, standing up on the ladder to reach even the highest set fruits, and being so in the zone, he forgets himself a bit too much. The ladder is not on flat ground and Hyunjin’s foot slips on the wood the next time he moves. He loses his balance and falls from that height, getting scratched by the branches on his way down. The impact is harsh and he feels it full on as he lands on his side, barely bracing himself with his hands, but at least the ladder did not fall with him, otherwise that would have meant one or two broken legs, something he cannot afford right now. “Hyune! Oh my God!” He hears your voice before you run over to him. Where did you come from? He didn’t see you in the orchard when he got here, he thought you were napping like the others. “Are you okay?!” Where the fuck did you simply materialise from? “Yeah, I’m fine, I think, just a bit sore. I’m sorry I fell.” Hyunjin says, sitting up and dusting some leaves and grass off of himself. “Just a little banged up, but it’s all good. I was stupid.”

“You were!!! You could have died!” You say, frantic. You’re not upset with him, just scared that he really is hurt more seriously, but cannot tell right now because maybe a state of shock set in. “I am taking you to the doctor!” “It’s no need, for two scratches and one bruise,” Hyunjin says. “I’ve had much worse when I was dancing.” “No arguing. You’re being seen by a doctor. And you have to rest after!”

Hyunjin does feel sore all over, but especially in the side he fell on. However, he is happy he did not break his legs so that eclipses his current suffering in his eyes. “Your car seats are so comfy. I might nap now.” He says, eyelids drooping shut. “No you don’t. Stay with me. It’s not far.” You say. You cannot manoeuvre an unconscious man on your own if he passes out now.

At the clinic, Hyunjin loses his courage when faced with the receptionist’s barrage of patient intake questions. “Please, help me? And come inside with me, I don’t know enough Spanish to go alone.” He pleads. “Of course. If you don’t mind my being there while you get checked.” “I don’t! Why would I?” He asks. When he gets called in and you stand up with him, he takes your hand. In the past he’s always gone to the doctor alone, but he didn’t like that. And now he leans into your compassion a bit, banking on it to get his way. Also, he feels kind of giddy at the thought of him being checked over and you getting to oversee that. He wonders if you’ll care.

He has to insist for you to be allowed in with him, because the medical staff takes data safety and privacy really seriously. You are first blown away by how he imposes his will over the entire clinic team, and do not even have to recover from that when Hyunjin strips out of his clothes, ready to drop his briefs too. “Ah! That’ll do! Please remain decent.” The doctor, an older woman, says with audible dread in her voice. “Let’s see. There is extensive bruising, and that’s going to hurt for a week or two. The spine and ribs are fine. But the leg has to be x-rayed, it might be a fracture with displacement and the knee joint may have been affected as well. How long has it been since your last x-ray, sir?” You translate everything for Hyunjin, and he tells you he’s had an x-ray of his jaw done in 2024.

The doctor, upon hearing this, deems him clear for a lower body x-ray. “I’ll be right outside, okay?” You tell him, while he waits in the imaging room.

You’re worried, genuinely worried that his leg might cause his dancing career to end firmly, independent from whether he is ready to close that chapter in his life or not. So you watch, wringing your hands powerlessly, as Hyunjin is x-rayed and a nurse tells him to sit in a wheelchair so she can bring him back to the doctor’s office. This mere fact, while most likely just procedure, sends cold shivers down your spine. But, as the doctor reads the x-ray, Hyunjin’s leg is fine, and so is the knee. The shock will however manifest over a few days’ time, via bruising in the soft tissue and swelling in the knee. Hyunjin is told not to exert himself and to not do what got him into this state for at least two weeks. “I can’t be dead weight for so long!!!” Hyunjin protests. “There is so much to do, still!” “The rest of us can gather the fruit. You can help with packaging, that doesn’t require climbing and stretching, okay? You’re an extremely valuable person to everyone you’ve left behind in Paris and… and I’ve gotten attached to you too and, regardless of liability and all that, I want you to not be in pain and heal sooner, rather than later.” Hyunjin watches you, his gaze travelling lazily across all of you, like a caress, and he blinks slowly at you. “Do you love me? Just a little bit? Come on. Give it up.” He says. “Don’t get too cheeky.” You say, scritching the top of his head, ruffling his hair. “You’re lucky you’re so endearing. But I’m not afraid to say it. Of course I love you. Everyone in the farm fam loves you. It’s inevitable - like Thanos.” “I feel it.” Hyunjin admits. “Everyone is so nice and ready to help.” “You’re still forbidden from climbing trees, ladder or not. Until I say so.” You sternly tell him, unable to hold back the smile. “Alright, jefa. I’m yours to command.” He says, smiling so widely his eyes turn into mere lines on his face.

“I suspect you enjoy that.” You say. “Cheeky.” ***

After you drive him back to the farm and he gets some food in him, Hyunjin goes to take a bath in the big bathroom that’s on your floor, letting himself soak in the hot water and closing his eyes. It’s like life slowed down and is not headed somewhere unpredictable at a dizzying speed. Soon it’ll be the end of the farming year and everyone will return home. Home. Something he does not have. He has an address and a (very luxurious) roof over his head. When he thinks of returning there- His fridge is empty, except for the wine drawer. His apartment is cold, dark, the bedsheets are crumpled on the unmade bed, his many designer clothes lie scattered on the floor of the walk-in closet and his devices are piled in a cable chaos in front of the tv wall. His cleaning lady will have come to clean as usual, but Hyunjin knows he left his place a mess because he couldn’t make himself care. Now, in hindsight, he realises he was on the receiving end of that apathy all along. Another form of violence he casually perpetrates against himself for the crime of having become lost.

Working for you, here, taught him how to organise things, how to make time to get off his ass even when he doesn’t feel like it. It’s as though you gave him a spark back that he didn’t notice losing. He now gets up before dawn, on his own, looking forward to meet everyone else downstairs for breakfast - even on days when he’s the one cooking breakfast. He now doesn’t mind the many new freckles adorning his upper body and arms from being in the sun longer than usually. He now has no hang ups about joining in and singing when someone else starts humming a song while working, even when he doesn’t know the lyrics.

The chamomile smell of the bath foam he found on the edge of the tub is so warm and comforting, it makes the pain and exhaustion from earlier seep out of his body and he relaxes all the way, not minding if he takes a short nap in the warm water until it cools. But his body has other ideas and his hands drift down below the water surface and between his legs. He distantly realises he hasn’t touched himself, not even in that hurried, mindless way he used to just to take the edge off, since he flew to Spain.

The last time was that morning, still mostly asleep, under the shower spray, trying to destress ahead of the journey into what was, back then, unknown and threatening.

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