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hi, congrats on 5 years! i only found your fics recently but they're gorgeous, and you're one of the few people writing for golcha :') i'd like to request a golcha donghyun vampire au for the drabble game <3
hey anon, thanks for the request! glad you've been enjoying my fics, and I hope you enjoy this drabble too :)
5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!
(this is an exploration of the golcha supernatural convenience store au I thought up like a year ago....... but never wrote. oops)
REQUESTS OPEN!!
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Title: Convenience Store Shenanigans
Pairing: Donghyun x gender neutral!reader
Word count: 680
Warnings: mentions of blood
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“Y/N, for the last time, please get off the counter.”
“No one else is here,” you retort, earning a snort from Jibeom in the back. “And Jaehyun sits up here in his little cat form every other day, why can’t I do the same?”
“You’re not a cat shifter,” Donghyun argues, though he’s smiling. “You don’t look cute doing what you’re doing.”
You let out a dramatic gasp. “I, Y/N, your favorite significant other in the world, don’t look cute?”
“DUMP HIM, DUMP HIM, DUMP HIM -”
“Shut up!” Donghyun yells at the back. Jibeom and Joochan continue for several more seconds before devolving into stupid snickers that Donghyun refuses to pay attention to for fear of losing more brain cells than he can afford. You’re smiling at him anyway, which is a much more welcome sight than his two friends’ combined Cheshire Cat grins.
You shift your position on the counter to face Donghyun more completely. “Hey, if you really want me to get down, I will.”
“No, it’s fine.” He smiles. It’s nice to look up at you like this, to see a more than welcome face during his late night shifts at the convenience store. And you’re right, no one really comes at this hour, especially not on weekdays. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Well, I probably should anyway.” You hop off the counter and right into his lap before Donghyun can even prepare himself. His noise of complaint is cut off by your lips smacking against his cheek. Damn it, now his face is starting to feel hot. “You need to eat, don’t you? I don’t want to fall over and hit my head after you’ve finished.”
“Why do you always do the opposite of what I say?” he complains, even as he takes your wrist in his hand. “I tell you to get down, you decide to stay up. I tell you it’s fine to stay there, you immediately come down.”
“Because I know doing either is perfectly fine.” You stick out your tongue. “Now answer my question. Do you need to eat? Otherwise I came here for no reason.”
He pouts. “Is seeing my face not enough reason?”
“NO!”
“SHUT UP, JOOCHAN,” you yell before turning back to Donghyun. “Yes, it is,” you say sweetly, patting his head. “But it’s very late, and I’m not a vampire like you so I unfortunately actually need to sleep.”
Guilt pricks his chest. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” You hit his chest. “I don’t care that we run on different schedules. I just care that you eat as much as you need, and that I get to sleep on your shoulder after.”
“Yes, yes.” Donghyun takes the wrist you’ve outstretched, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt slightly. “I’ll eat. Close your eyes.”
You let your eyes fall shut, then let your head fall on his shoulder. Donghyun wastes no time in piercing through the skin of your wrist. He winces at your initial flinch, but then you settle into him more fully as he carefully takes his fill of blood from your veins.
When he’s finished, he kisses the puncture wounds in your wrist and licks the blood from his lips. “Done,” he whispers, patting your head.
“Mmh.” You blink your eyes open blearily. “Good?”
“Yeah.” Donghyun smiles, handing you a bottle of orange juice. “Drink up, then sleep, okay?”
You down most of the bottle without complaint, then rest your head back on Donghyun’s shoulder. “Don’t wake me up,” you mutter, closing your eyes.
He pats your head again. “What if I need to go and get something?”
“... Make Joochan or Jibeom do it.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to that!”
“Shut up,” the two of you snap in unison, your voice considerably more subdued than his.
Donghyun shifts your head to his lap, patting your head as you settle into his body. “Go to sleep,” he murmurs, not bothering to hide the little smile on his face. “I’ll fend off Jibeom and Joochan for you.”
“My hero.” You yawn, patting his leg. “Good night.”
“Good night, Y/N.”
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My Job is to Protect You | Joochan
Word count: 1k
Genre/warnings: bodyguard! Joochan x celebrity reader, fluff, slight harm is done to the reader but it’s nothing too bad
Requested: yes
A/n: here’s another bodyguard golcha imagine. thanks to the anon fro this request, I hope that you like it!
“Unfortunately guys, that’s all the time that we have today. Why don’t we give a big round of applause for our guest, Y/n!” You give the audience your best smile as you bid them a goodbye and walk off the set. As you make your way back to the dressing room, you make sure to thank all the staff for their hard work, making eye contact with a special someone, leaving a small smile on your face.
When you get back to the dressing room, you thank your own staff for their hard work as they pack up the room. One by one, they slowly leave the room, leaving you all alone, but that only lasts for a few moments when you hear a soft knock at your door. Looking up through the mirror in front of you, a smile pops up on your face as Joochan walks closer to you. “Hey there.”
“Hi.”
“You looked good out there.” He says to you. The small compliment leaves you blushing. “Do I not look good all the time?” you ask him teasingly. Chuckling from behind you, he ducks his head down and whispers in your ear, “You always look good.” Playfully you push him away while checking to make sure that no one was seeing your interaction.
It wasn’t like your relationship was a secret, well, at least between your staff it wasn’t, but if word got out that you were dating your own bodyguard then you know that the internet would have lots to say. Getting up from your chair, you let him lead you to the door, “C’mon, it’s time to go.”
As you and your team make your way out of the studio, you are bombarded by your fans. Of course the security team does the best that they can to keep them away from you, but just as you are about to make your way into your van, a fan slips through the barricade and desperately grabs onto you, attempting to pull you into them.
Trying to ignore the pain, you do best effort to rid the fan off of you, hitting them in an attempt to let you go. “Ow, you’re hurting me.” In the next second, the tight grip releases your arm, and you don’t see what has happened to the “fan,” but you do hear it. The sound of a person hitting the ground could be heard, and before you could turn around and see what has occurred, your manager rushes you into the van.
Once you’re settled in the van, the driver drives off and your manager asks if you’re okay. Without saying a word, you give her a nod. She asks you again while observing your arm, which now has a red imprint left from the man’s hand. Her stare makes you hide your arm, as you tell her that you were fine and just wanted to go back to the hotel. Without saying another word, you put your earbuds in and shut your eyes, ignoring the texts from Joochan.
When you arrive at the hotel, you wordlessly make your way up to your room, ignoring the concerned looks everyone was giving you. Making eye contact with Joochan, you mouth the word “later” to him, letting him know that it was okay for him to come up to your room.
While you sit in your hotel room, attempting to forget about the whole ordeal that had occurred, you decide to scroll through Twitter. However, you see your name trending, and even though you hated searching your name on anything, you can’t help but let your thumb press on it. The first thing you see is a video and you can tell that it’s from earlier. Wanting to know what had went down you hesitantly click on the video. The point of view is from a someone the was on the side, and from there you can see the aggressor’s face. As you watch the video, you can see the frantic look on your face as your attempt to free yourself from the fan and then you see Joochan quickly come up to the pair of you and grab the man, slamming him down to the ground. Instinctively, you grab onto the part where you were gripped, ‘Huh, I guess that’s what happened,’ you think to yourself.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear knocking at your door. Cautiously you approach the door when a familiar voice begins to speak, “Y/n, it’s me.” Recognizing the voice instantly, you quickly unlock your door and open it, revealing Joochan with a concern look on his face. Quietly stepping aside, you let him into the room. Turning around after shutting the door closed, you are enveloped in a warm embraced. You relax into Joochan’s arms, breathing in his familiar scent.
“Are you doing okay?” Joochan asks after a few seconds. Contemplating whether you want to tell him he wants to hear or the truth, you decide to tell the truth. Weakly, you say, “No.” Joochan’s arms tighten around your body before separating from you, looking you directly in the eyes, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there quicker.” Quickly shaking your head, you let him know that it wasn’t his fault.
“But it’s my job to protect you, and I couldn’t even do that today.” You could hear the guilt in Joochan’s voice, and it made you feel worse. “But you eventually came, that’s all that matters.” Gently grabbing the arm that the man had a hold of, Joochan observes the imprint that was still present, and brings it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the area. “I promise that I wont ever let you get hurt like this ever again.” Bringing up a word to brush his hair out of his face, you say, “I know.” Silence then fills up the room as the two of you softly gaze at one another.
The silence is broken when Joochan speaks up, “You have a few hours before your next schedule, is there anything I can get you or do for you?”
“I just want to relax with my boyfriend and cuddle with him, can you do that for me?”
Smiling and leading you to the bed, he says, “I think that’s doable.”
Once the two of you were comfortable in the bed, you let your eyes shut, relaxing in Joochan’s arms as he softly sings to you.
A/n: feel free to let me know what you thought of this, feedback is always welcomed!<3
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Anonymous asked:
Would you make a scenario where fem reader is in a love triangle with her two best friends Bomin and Joochan?, Like they're super good friends but both of them like her... So they confess in different moments, she kisses both and she's confused. Both of them know about the others feelings but they still want to have the upper hand. You can pick the ending and write it however you want! It'll be great if we could feel the struggle... Maybe making her have her moments whenever she hangs with one of them, like she thinks she has decided but then they kiss and the same happens with the other and it's all messy?? Thank you beforehand i hope it's not too much to ask 🥺
Group: Golden Child (골든차일드)
Members: Bomin & Joochan
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
(A/N): Warning! This took on a mind of its own, and it is now a fic—not a scenario. This chapter one, y'all. Banner by @junjungsunwoo! Thank you so much, I love it! ^-^
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Chapter 1
Hong Joochan
Everyone falls in love in different ways.
For some, it's slow and gradual. For others, it's love at first sight. And then for the rest, they're not in love until they just... are.
That's how it was for me.
You see, I had a friend. She was pretty, though I didn't realize it when we first met. Sometimes people would ask me, "Yo, are you friends with the hot chick?" and my response would always be, "Who?"
I didn't understand back then how beautiful she really was, because all I saw was 'my friend'. I'd closed myself off to the idea of seeing her as an actual woman without even realizing it.
Until one moment, I did. It was just one moment. One moment of her smiling in just the right lighting, the glare through the window putting a halo over her head.
All my memories with her flashed through my head like scenes from a movie. All the times she'd comforted me, made me laugh, or smiled for me.
In that moment, I felt like we were meeting again for the first time. Like an idiot, I stuttered when I said hi. I'd never stuttered around her before, and I knew she'd noticed it too, 'cause she didn't skip a beat in teasing me for it.
I thought maybe—just maybe—I had been underestimating how much I appreciated her presence in my life.
And how much I'd come to rely on it.
It was overwhelming, scary and exciting all at the same time. When the wave of emotions first washed over, I thought, "I've gotta tell someone."
In situations like this, Daeyeol would usually be the first person I'd spill my feelings to. He was always good at looking at things objectively and helping me evaluate myself.
But in this particular case with this particular girl, there was a better choice.
And it was Choi Bomin. He was kicked back in a chair, reading over a script from a web-drama he was gonna be starring in, his brows furrowed with concentration.
"Hey, Bomin?" I said. I was annoyed (yet also giddy) over the way my voice quivered with anxiousness. It'd been forever since I'd liked liked someone, and I was excited to get it off my chest.
In true Bomin fashion, he made eye contact for a short moment before looking back down at his script. "What's up?" he asked, a small smile resting on his lips to show that he was ready and willing to listen.
A nervous chuckled slipped out of my mouth. "I think I've got a crush on someone," I finally said, trying to keep my grin at bay.
His eyes immediately ripped away from the pages, a mixture of 'wow! I'm so happy for you!' and 'are we even allowed to do that?' written across his face. "You do?" he asked. "That's..." He thought for a moment before he couldn't hide his smile anymore.
He was trying to be all straight-up and objective, but I could tell he was getting swept up in the real-life love story, seemingly stolen straight from the pages of his script.
"Awesome," he settled on. "It's awesome. I'm happy for you!" He set the stack of papers off to the side, sitting up properly and giving me his full attention. "So, who's the lucky girl? Do I know her?"
Just thinking about it made me smile, while also simultaneously making me feel like I was gonna throw up. "Yeah, you know her pretty well," I chuckled. His eyes were burning with curiosity. "It's (Y/N)."
I'll never forget the look on his face when I said that. The absolute betrayal.
The joy I'd felt just moments ago vanished, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. That's when I realized it.
He liked her, too.
For you to truly understand the significance of that moment, we're gonna have to go back by about 5 years.
Or is it 6?
I don't really remember. Honestly, I didn't even realize (Y/N) and I had become such good friends until I noticed, "Wow, I sure do spend a lot of time with you."
All the guys liked her and enjoyed her company, but none of 'em were as close to her as Bomin and I.
Now, just to clarify, I was friends with her first. It probably doesn't matter to most of you, but it matters to me. I'm proud of it.
I found a best friend that would stay by my side and support me until I die—and all before I turned 30! To me, that's an accomplishment.
We met at a pretty difficult time in my life. Well, in both of our lives actually. I'd been training for a long time, and my debut at that time was... How should I put it?
Uncertain.
I was scared. Like, really scared. And angry.
Maybe that's selfish to say when others had been training way longer than I had, but hey. I'm human. I can't help it.
People told me I was doing well and to hang in just a little longer, yet I had nothing to show for it. Lots of thoughts were running through my head at that point.
Is this what I'm supposed to do with my life? Just wait? It felt like a waste.
So, yeah. At that point, my mental health had taken a nosedive, and my physical health was following right after it. I was getting nosebleeds while practicing, I could barely hold down anything I ate, the mood swings were insane, and life was pretty much just kicking me in the ass.
I remember ditching practice one day 'cause I was just so tired of everything. I felt like if I didn't get outta there, I would either cry or punch someone.
I hopped on a bus from Mapo-gu to the Han River, but I don't remember anything about the commute.
In my eyes, the world was foggy and grey. I didn't see buildings and people passing by—just silhouettes; vaguely familiar shapes and blobs of faded color.
I couldn't even bring myself to try and decipher them.
Once I got to my stop, I wandered around the park for hours and hours until dusk had fallen and my feet were rubbed red with blisters.
As the sky started changing from purple to dark blue, I'd found myself a nice spot near the water where I could just sit in the grass, watching the boats pass by as the city-scape flickered to life.
The grass was dewy and I could tell my butt was gonna get wet, but I didn't care.
I'd been there for a whole two minutes before someone poked me harshly in my bony shoulder.
I'll give you a minute to guess who that was.
If you said '(Y/N)', ding ding ding! You win the grand prize.
That first time I met her, she wasn't smiling. In fact, she was glaring at me in a pretty threatening way, but whatever.
"You're in my spot," she'd said, voice dry, monotone and unamused.
I raised a brow. "Do you own the park?"
"No."
I turned away from her, folding my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. "Then it's not yours," I said.
Usually, I wouldn't be so rude to a perfect stranger, but she started it. I was already in a bad mood—who was this chick to show up and make me feel worse?
My resolve to ignore her died down as soon as I heard her sniffling. It sent a pang of guilt running through my chest, but it also made my blood boil.
"Fine, take your damn seat," I groaned, scooting over a bit. "If you think I'm moving any farther though, you're dead wrong," I huffed grumpily, refusing to look at her. I didn't even look out at the water—just glared at a few innocent blades of grass.
A chilly breeze blew in that moment, making the grass shiver under my harsh gaze. The timing was almost comical.
I heard her plop down next to me, still sniffling a little. "Thanks..." she said hesitantly, dabbing her nose with her sleeve. "I'm sorry I made you move." She took a deep breath, chuckling at herself. "Honestly, I can be such an ass when I'm..." her voice trailed off.
Without really noticing it, I'd found myself listening to her. I turned my head a little. I still wasn't looking at her, per se, but now we were looking in the same direction.
"When you're what?" I asked, my voice considerably more gentle than before.
She sighed through her nose. Out of my peripherals, I saw her fold into the same position as me. "When I'm in state of not being okay, I guess," she said.
I laughed ironically. I could relate to that.
"How 'bout you?" she asked. "No offense, but you're not looking too hot. Somethin' going on?"
I finally looked at her, only to find she was already looking at me. "Even if there is something going on," I started, "what's the point in telling you? We're never gonna see each other again anyway."
"Now you see, that's the beauty of it," she said. "We're strangers who will never see each other again and have no emotional attachment to each other. Therefore, no matter how much baggage we unload onto each other, it won't drag us down."
She shrugged. "I guess what I'm sayin' is... We could be honest with each other and it's no harm, no foul."
I didn't say anything for about a minute, just letting the words ruminate in my head.
"That's only if you want to, though," she said, breaking the silence I didn't realize I'd let drag on for so long. "I just figured... If you're anything like me, you wouldn't have come here if you had someone to talk to."
And she was right. I didn't have anyone to talk to at that point.
So on that Thursday evening, I swallowed my pride and spilled my deepest inner thoughts to this random stranger—and she did the same to me.
We cried a lot, laughed like psychopaths, raged and yelled, ripped up fistfuls of grass—it was a rollercoaster.
But y'know what?
We both felt refreshed afterwards. And we thought, "Great! That's the end of it and now we can part ways and forget this ever happened."
But the universe had different plans for us.
I know South Korea isn't huge, but I thought it was at least big enough for acquaintances not to run into each other every other moment.
I started seeing her on the bus, at the cafe near the agency, that random hole-in-the-wall bakery that I thought no one else knew about.
It was almost creepy, and if I thought of myself a little more self-importantly, I might've thought she was stalking me.
Then it occurred to me.
Maybe she'd always been there, living her everyday life, and I just hadn't noticed her before. Maybe this was her everyday, and I was just passing through it every once in a while.
Despite having said we'd never speak to each other again, we exchanged the basic pleasantries whenever we bumped into each other. No pressure or expectations, just a random, "Oh! Mean Han River chick!" or "Oh! Depressed trainee boy."
Her sense of humor meshed with mine—in a weird, unexpected sort of way, and we quickly became the simplest way of relieving each other's stress.
We didn't try. And honestly, most of the time, it was just an accident. We'd always just happen to find each other when we needed to talk, like fate.
If you believe in that kinda stuff, I mean.
So there you have it! That's how a stranger became my best friend. And then, as time went on, my crush.
And, well... My other friend's crush.
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Maybe, I've met my soulmate too | h.jc
pairing: Joochan x reader
genre: slight angst & pure fluff
word count: 1 481
warning: swearing
theme: enemies to lovers!au & soulmate!au
Joochan hates Y/N so does she. They did not find a way to behave normally, without cursing or arguing with each other. But then they need to find their way to each other.
It all started at the age of 17 when Joochan and Y/N have started their junior year in high school. They argued so much that they both ended up in detention several times. Joochan always teased Y/N, and she didn't like it, so she defended herself. When it was finally time to go to college, she thought she would finally get rid of him and never see him again in her life. Joochan thought the same thing. It was until today. They met as Y/N hurried through the campus to her shift at a cafe nearby.
"Oh my god! Not you again, Y/L/N," you heard Joochan shouting at you from behind.
"Shut up, man. Return to the trash you came from," she yelled at him, running on to work.
As the days went by, they met more and more, not only on campus but also in the cafe where she worked.
"You must be kidding. What a coincidence to meet you here, Y/N," his arrogant voice was like an injection for her ears. Pretty annoying.
"Can you just order and go to hell, please?" she rolled her eyes, annoyed.
"You shouldn't talk to customers like that. Maybe I'll complain about you to your boss," he smirked, folding his arms on his chest.
"Try it once, and I'll kick your ass so much you won't sit on it for a month. Now please, order something," the blood in her veins began to harden.
"Was that supposed to scare me? You're still funny tho. One americano, please," he finally ordered. Y/N nodded, taking money from him. She turned around to make him the americano, so he could leave quickly.
"Here's your order. Don't come back, bye," she placed his order and smiled.
"I'll come back soon, don't worry," he grinned at her and left with a cup in his hand.
The wheater was awful for a few days since it was winter. It was freezing and snowing. It was late at night when Y/N's shift was over, and she was on her way to her apartment on campus. She barely saw anything because of the snowing. She was just in front of her apartment as she slipped on a frozen puddle, falling backward. But she didn't fall on the ground but in someone's arms.
"Hey hey, watch out," his voice was startled. He helped her stand up.
"Thank you for sav-" she turned to face her savior with a smile, but when she saw Joochan, her smile faded.
"You again. You should finish it," Joochan's provocative smile made her want to punch him.
"Thanks," she snapped at him.
"Ohoho, you should act more polite to someone who saved your ass," he came closer to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His smile was still the same.
"Don't touch my hair! Am I touching your hair? Now I do," she tugged lightly at his hair to move him away.
"I was thinking lately about us two. Perhaps we could make a truce, high school is over, and we are old enough to stop behaving like children. Don't you think?" he tilted his head to the side and smiled kindly at her for the first time in their acquaintance.
"Are you trying my patience, or are you serious for the first time in your life?" she frowned, analyzing his look.
"I'm deadly serious. So, I promise you I won't make any jokes about you. I am not going to act like an arrogant idiot anymore. Here is my hand to prove that I am serious," he held out his hand to her, which she accepted after a moment's hesitation.
"Same for me. I'm going home. I could invite you for tea or coffee, but we have only made a truce. So I'll invite you when we know each other longer. See you later," she smiled nervously, leaving him on the spot. Joochan waited for her to enter her building, and then he went to the dormitory.
The next morning Y/N was preparing to go to the lecture, looking in the mirror to see if she had a crumpled shirt when she noticed that one of her strands of hair was blond.
"What the hell?" she took the strand of hair between her fingers and stared at it for a good 5 minutes.
"Am I still dreaming or what?" she pinched herself, whimpering with pain.
"I don't know what to do with this," she sighed. She ended up making a bun, so the strand of hair wasn't very visible.
"I'll try to dye it when my classes end."
On the other side at the same time
Joochan was sleeping peacefully when his roommate woke him up with loud noises coming from the kitchen. He growled, rising reluctantly to see what was happening.
"Ah, Hyung. I didn't want to wake you up, but the pan slipped out of my hand when I wanted to make breakfast," the younger boy bowed to him with a silly smile.
"Are you okay?" Joochan looked in the fridge at what he would have for breakfast. He found some yogurt.
"Yes, I am. Hey, have you been to the hairdresser?" Bomin asked him, looking at Joochan's hair.
"No, why?" Joochan looked at him with confused eyes.
"You have a blonde strand of hair there," Bomin pointed at the hair. Joochan put the yogurt on the kitchen isle and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Indeed there was one strand of blond hair.
"What am I suppose to do with you?" she talked to the hair. She grabbed the phone, searching for an explanation for why the strand of hair had turned blonde out of nowhere. She couldn't find much. When, after a long search, she found a forum where one girl had the same problem. At the end of her post, she wrote that it appeared when she met her soulmate.
For perhaps the hundredth time, she had tried to dye the strand of hair to black. But it didn't work like always. She was in despair. She didn't know what to do with it.
She sat on the bathtub, holding the strand between fingers.
"Maybe, I've met my soulmate too."
It was Friday evening, Joochan was coming to her place. It's been three weeks after their truce, they became friends and sometimes went out to eat together, but most of all, they had a literary project. She was waiting outside the building when her apartment was. Joochan finally appeared.
"Hey. I brought some chicken for us," he grinned at her, walking in.
"Thanks! I haven't eaten yet. Can we eat first and then look up at the project?" she asked him, closing the door behind him.
"Okay, that sounds fine," he nodded. Y/N noticed that he has a blonde strand of hair too.
"Have you been to the hairdresser?" she asked him, sitting on the couch.
"I was just about to ask you the same question," he sat next to her, placing the bag with chicken on the small table in front of them.
"I asked first," she winked at him, which made his cheeks blush lightly.
"I wasn't. The day after our truce, I woke up, and Bomin pointed that out. He tried to dye the strand of hair, but it didn't work. So I let it be. What about you?" he looked at her. He saw the shock in her eyes. She was silent, making Joochan a little bit worried.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked cautiously.
"Uhm. I don't know. I am just thinking about something," she said, still looking shocked.
"About what?" Joochan tilted his head, waiting for her response.
"I have the same story as you. I have the strand of hair blonde from the day after our truce. I was wondering what could have caused it. So I searched and found one post about a girl whose strand of hair turned blonde. That strand
was touched by her soulmate," she said, looking at him to see if he didn't find it as strange as she did.
"Are you trying to tell me that you are my soulmate?" his eyes were shocked, as were hers.
"Nobody except you touched my hair. I am shocked because we used to be enemies, and now we are soulmates," she shrugged.
"Yeah, it's weird, but if that's the case, we should try it," Joochan leaned closer to her face, kissing her on the lips. She placed her palm on his cheek, deepening their kiss.
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Someday [8:15 AM]
Now we have all the Jibeom Requests out of the way !! I've had a lot of fun writing for this particular person for their Requests are fun to work with :)) if you want to read the Jibeom requests in order they have a lil bit of a continuous plot to them going Not Bad -> Learning -> Someday
Pairing: Jibeom x reader
Warnings: none this is so much fluff
Genre: fluff
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[8:15 AM]
Waking up Jibeom was saddened by the empty space in your shared bed, deciding because there was no one to cuddle up to to get up; he looked at your desk and smiled walking out of your shared room to smell you cooking breakfast. Looking at you longingly he couldn't help but smile thinking about how amazing you are and how much he loves you, he thought of the times you've played video games together, how you learn things to surprise him with knowledge, you're perfect being to him he can't help but think someday; someday he will marry you.
"Food for thought?" You said realizing his presence and how I'm his own head he was you chuckled starting to put out food on to plates.
"Just how much I'd love to spend all my days with you, how I treasure you, how I want to marry you." He said with a pink tinted cheeks realizing his sleepy mind let him actually address his love to you. You're cheeks in return shared the same pink tint as you walked up to plant a small kiss to his lips. A acknowledgement and a promise, someday.
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fall, fall, fall .
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Can you do 13 of fluff prompt with golcha bomin?
DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC? || choi bomin
summary: Choi Bomin always asks if you believe in magic. He bothers you every day about it. Honestly, the gap between his good looks and his eccentricity is astounding. During a school trip, you two are paired to take a test of courage in the woods. You’re determined to push through till the end to get a prize but Bomin is a scaredy-cat and the seniors who are scaring you are less-than-forgiving. There is... also something weird about him?
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”
PAIRING: bomin x reader (f)
WORDCOUNT: 2,346 words
TAGS: bomin x reader | goldenchild the movie! bomin | fluff | beginnings of romance | sassy and competitive reader | socially awkward! bomin | high school au | horror/thriller (?) | mentions of other members | cute scaredy-cat baby! bomin | crying bomin which i love the most ;;
Choi Bomin was a stalker. He’d follow you around like a lost puppy and act like he wasn’t. He’d bump into you in the hallways and flash a smile like he didn’t plan it. He’d show up to the restaurants you visit after school and he’d blame it on having ‘similar tastes���. No, he didn’t have any malicious intent. No, he wasn’t madly in love with you. No, you weren’t popular enough for a guy like him to like you.
He incessantly wanted you to admit you believed in magic.
Did you? Duh. Yes.
But you didn’t want to tell Bomin that. Not with the way he cheekily brought it up in every conversation. Or with how he ‘dropped’ his pencil and asked you to pick it up and instead of saying ‘thank you’ he said—
“So, you do believe in magic, right?”
Bomin’s eyes twinkled, a grin etched onto his boyish face. It took you a while to muster enough courage to turn down such a look, but your rejection wasn’t far from usual.
“Why do you keep asking me this?” It was a shame you two were partnered for the school retreat. “Pay attention, will you? I’m not losing prize money because of you.” Not really, though. Unlike his popular ulzzang stereotype, Bomin was actually quite studious. So not only did the students love him but so did the teachers. It seemed that everyone liked him—except for you.
“Everyone, I’m sure you’re all excited for me to announce the first event that will kick off our retreat…the one and only, most challenging, most enticing and exciting—”
“Don’t say that,” he whined. “I’m a great partner. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Really?”
Bomin noded, hair falling into his face. “All you have to do is tell me if you belie—”
“ — test of courage! Now, we’ll pass out some flashlights and your hint to get to the end. There are hints along the way as well, and there are multiple paths to take. For safety, you will be given flares. Use those if you wish to drop out. Be safe please, we don’t want a repeat of last year.”
You watch as Bomin’s grin morphs into a grimace of terror. “You ready, golden boy?”
He gulps, “what?”
“You told me you were going to do whatever I say.” You shoved the flashlight you were given into his chest. Bomin fumbled to catch it. “You’re on flashlight duty.”
“So…I’m walking in front?”
“Is that a problem? I’ll be figuring out the clue and navigating.” You cross your arms. “Unless you want to be the one looking around to find the right way to go.”
Bomin switches the flashlight on. “Nevermind that. What happened last year?”
“Teachers won’t tell us. They say a student wandered in the woods too far and never came back. Some just say he dropped out of school because he was too traumatized from bumping into a ghost.” Or he just fell since he didn’t listen to the teacher’s instructions and broke his leg and his parents complained and unenrolled him—nah, you weren’t going to tell him that.
“Oh.” Bomin’s face went pale.
For all those times he’s teased you, you finally are able to mess with him back.
You didn’t take Choi Bomin for a coward. Despite all the rumors circling around that he’s even scared of tripping on cables, you didn’t believe it. You see now why people believed it to be true.
___
“I think we’re lost.”
“Don’t play around with me—” Bomin whined, tugging on your sleeve. He was walking so close to you that his body heat was enough to give you relief from the frigid evening air. “We’re going the right way.”
“We’ve been going in circles.” You frown and give him a nudge. To which he jumps at. “Stop breathing down my neck. I think someone planted a fake hint earlier to prank anyone who came by it. Which was, unfortunately, us.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Your voice is shaking.”
“No, it’s not.”
“So is your arm.” You sigh. “I’m so glad I’m not scared of the dark or we’d both be in trouble. Now that I know you’re scared of everything, I just hope a murderer doesn’t come out or something. That scares me.”
“Don’t say that!” Bomin chides.
“See? You won’t be able to protect me. You’d run away yoursel—” You hear a crunch.
Bomin clutches your arm this time. “What was that?”
“We’re probably stepping on some dried leaves.”
“That sounded like a lot more than dried leaves.”
You roll your eyes and turn to face him. For the first time, you notice the tears welling in his eyes and the redness of his cheeks and nose. He sniffles. You sigh for the millionth time. “Do you want to use the flare?”
Bomin shakes his head. “You want the prize, right?”
“I mean, yeah—I’m broke. But that’s beside the point. I don’t want you to cry!”
“I’m okay. I promised you that I’d be the best partner ever, right?” Bomin forces a smile. “If we get through this just tell me if you believe in magic or not.”
“Sure,” you raise your eyebrow. “But if you want to stop, the flare is with you. I have no qualms with it. As much as I find you annoying, I don’t think I should subject you to torture. That would be bullying, and I’m not that bad of a person. If you’d like, you can continue clinging to my arm— ”
Bomin blushes even harder. “Sorry,” he says but makes no effort to let go.
“Really? You’re embarrassed now? I’ve seen you scream because of a rock’s shadow.” You chuckle. He manages to break a real smile at that. “It’s kind of cute, so I’ll let it go.”
“You think I’m cute—” Footsteps. The crunching from earlier is now the more recognizable sound of footsteps. Bomin licks his lips as they’re drained of its color. His eyes go wide and his breathing becomes eerily still. “________, Don’t turn around.” Bomin tries to pull you into his chest to restrain your vision, but you whip your head around too fast and catch sight of the glint of a large butcher knife.
Your scream is caught in your throat as a tall figure emerges from the trees. A masked man in all black clothing stalks toward you with no sign of stopping. Your legs give out when the stranger laughs and raises his weapon even higher. As Bomin holds you up, you clumsily take the flare out of your pocket. The man lunges forward and you let out a squeak, flinching. Bomin cries out but instead of running away like he usually does, he drags you back behind him. The flare drops and rolls away a couple feet from the both of you.
“Bomin—we should run.”
As you say that, the sound of a revving motor picks up behind your ears—a motor? No. A chainsaw. “W—what was that?” Bomin’s voice is so low you can barely hear him. You have no idea how he’s standing his ground when running into a spider web managed to render him prone twenty minutes ago.
“T—there’s another psychopath behind me and I think he has a chainsaw.” You’re about to cry. “God, why did they take away our phones?”
Bomin reaches behind him to keep you close to his back. He takes a shaky breath. The two men look like they’re ready to attack.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” Bomin shuts his eyes tight as he holds up his hands at the two. “I didn’t want to do this but—”
Howling laughter. “Dude, what are you doing?” Man with the knife takes off his mask to reveal a grinning Donghyun. “You’re aiming at us with your eyes closed? And with what? Your palms?”
“Were you planning to shoot lasers with your fingers?” The whirring of the chainsaw stops and Jangjun steps out from the dark. “You guys are too cute—wow, you’re so cool Bominie. Look at you, protecting your girlfriend!” Your senior grins.
Bomin collapses onto the ground before you do, “ah, Hyung. You’re so mean! Never do that again.”
“Sorry ___, we wanted to scare our cutie, not you.” Jangjun drops his prop and helps you up. Your legs still feel shaky from the adrenaline.
“Not that you aren’t cute too,” Donghyun chimes. “But we didn’t expect Bomin to step up like that—hey is he crying?”
You wipe the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, “that was not funny!” You crouch down next to your bawling partner. “He’s cute when he gets scared, not when he thinks he’s going to die! Or when I think I’m going to die.” You try to soothe him.
“Oh…we feel really bad,” Jangjun doesn’t know how to handle the situation for a moment. He locks eyes with Donghyun. “We’ll lead you back and tell the teachers.”
“Yeah, sorry.” Donghyun ruffles Bomin’s hair. “You did well. Sorry for making fun of you, big baby.”
“I—I’m not a baby,” Bomin sniffles, composing himself.
“Sunbaenim. Next time, dress up as ghosts or monsters. Don’t look like mass murderers.”
“Don’t be mad at us ______,” The oldest gives you a guilty look. “We just wanted you guys to have some fun.”
You didn’t take their excuses. You were already mad. “Okay. Just lead us back.”
Donghyun hands Bomin a handkerchief. “I didn’t know you two got along so well, though.”
“Choi Bomin.” You whisper, holding onto his arm. “We’re going back now, okay?”
He nods, clinging onto you.
Jangjun tries to lighten the mood by using his chainsaw like an airport marshaller would use a lightstick. “Please watch your step, we’re setting off this way!”
Donghyun nudges him with a shush. “She’s mad let’s just stay quiet while we walk.”
“R—right.”
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The teachers spent nearly an hour yelling at the two seniors. You and Bomin watch as Jangjun and Donghyun kneel outside your tent with their arms shaking in the air. Their wails of apologies trail off in the background, the students who’ve returned from the test of courage stare at them strangely.
Some of them are by the crackling fire and some of them are running around with their own group of friends. You see Seungyoon and Joochan sing ballads with a guitar and a gathering crowd. Daeyeol, the senior class president, is supervising Jibeom, Youngtaek, Seungmin, and Jaehyun as they play a rowdy game of catch with their frisbee.
“You don’t want to go out and join your friends?”
Bomin looks pitiful, wrapped in a large blanket, and holding a steaming tumbler of coffee in his hands. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit.”
“You said a bit thirty minutes ago.”
“Why are you still here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you found me annoying.”
You couldn’t debate that. “Yeah, but a bit less now.”
Bomin cracks a smile and rubs his still pink nose. He tries to ignore Jibeom’s piercing laughs as Youngtaek runs after the thrown frisbee.
“I’m sorry we didn’t make it.” He puts down his drink. “And I even promised I was the best partner ever. Ugh.” The way his eyes and nose crinkle with his grimace reminds you of a bunny rabbit.
“It’s okay. I got scared too—those idiots were at fault. I plan to threaten them later and extort some money anyways.”
“You sound like a gangster.” Bomin’s eyes follow his Daeyeol hyung’s frantic figure running to catch the frisbee as well. Wait—wasn’t he just the referee?
“I didn’t expect you to stand up against them like that—if those were real murderers you probably would’ve saved us. Maybe you are a real tough guy, after all.” You clear your throat and try to rack your brain. How should you bring this up? “I just wanted to say… about our promise. I don’t really know why you’ve been constantly pestering me about this but I do believe in—”
“ ______! Bomin! Look out,” Youngtaek screams as he trips over his own feet, face planting onto the ground.
For a split second, you think that the red disc is about to hit you square in the face with its speed. Cursing Jaehyun’s athleticism and strong aim, you barely have enough time to react and flinch. Then, the frisbee comes to an abrupt stop right in front of your face right before Bomin leans over and catches it.
“Got you.” He smiles wide, gums showing. Bomin sheds his blanket like a snake with its skin and stands to reprimand his hyungs once again. “You’re lucky I caught it before it hit her!”
“Ooo, Bomin nice catch!”
“Jibeom this isn’t a time to give him a thumbs up! I’ll have to confiscate the frisbee—someone get Tag to the nurse for god’s sake.” Daeyeol stomps over to Bomin. “Thanks for catching it in time.”
You’re confused, “but—”
The two boys look back at you. “What’s wrong, did you get hurt?” Daeyeol takes the death device from Bomin.
But he didn’t catch it. You didn’t see him touch the frisbee to stop it. “Bomin—”
“Ah, hyung.” Bomin interjects. “I’ll help Tag hyung out while you yell at the others.”
Daeyol nods with a “Thank you” and does as the younger said he would. You see the guilty faces of your seniors once again as they mouth an apology from afar. You turn you eyes to Bomin, who speaks.
“Sorry, ____. I’ll come back after dealing with this.”
“But—”
The black-haired boy looks over his shoulder and winks. “I know what you were going to say earlier, don’t worry.” He smirks ever so slightly while placing a slender finger over his lips. “That was a little secret between us, got it?”
“W—what was?” Your heart beats fast and you could hear the blood rushing through your ears. You beg him to stay with those words, to explain what he meant. Did he really catch that frisbee? Did you actually see it stop in the middle of the air all of a sudden? Was he saying that he did that?
Bomin laughs as the campfire roars behind him, casting his figure aglow in warm light. He looked almost— “the magic I did, silly.”—magical.
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Because I Love You
❁ Pairing ⭆ Yandere!Riki × GN!Reader
❁ Genre ⇛ Angst, Yandere AU
❁ Warning ⇛ Murder, a bit cursing
❁ Requested ⇛Yes
❁ Word count ⇛ 1.6k
❁ A/N ⇛ Request will be closed on the 11th of April, but please request something special you'd like to see as a way for me to celebrate the 1 month anniversary of this account and the 152 followers! Yandere!ENHYPEN type of fics are closed. Hope you all have a fantastic day and thank you for being here~
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As always you were walking through the hallways, hoping that you wouldn’t cross roads with your bullies. They've been bullying you for months now, you didn’t even know why. But you endured it as they threatened you multiple times to not report them or tell what they did to you to anyone. You wanted to tell everything to your sweet boyfriend so badly. You needed to vent, and you did, in a hidden journal of yours. You always made sure to hide it each time in different places just in case.
You reached your locker and started to open it. You heard voices from afar, despite the distance there was between you and the voices, you recognised immediately who they belonged to. Heeyoung and Joochan. They were dating and you despised them, you wished they were gone from this school, from the entire earth, even. Unfortunately, they were always here to bother you. The only reason why you kept going on was your lovely boyfriend, Nishimura Riki. You never told him why you were sad so often, you often found an excuse, but he always comforted you until you felt better. You were grateful to have him in your life, he was the one who kept you sane.
“Look who’s here” Joochan snickered. You sighed, and closed your locker quickly before turning around to try and get to your next class, but Heeyoung grabbed your arm making you stumble.
“Can’t walk properly, huh?” She chuckled. She turned you around to make you face her.
“Look at how pathetic you are. Do you have our homework?” She looked at you meanly. You nodded, not wanting to spend saliva on terrible persons.
“Good, now give it to us.” Joochan ordered. You obliged knowing how you’d end up if you didn’t do as told.
“Hm, I guess you’re not so useless.” HeeYoung smirked, while you just frowned knowing better than to fight back.
“Anyway, we need to go, we have other things to do than to see your disgusting and pathetic face” They both laughed before going on their own way.
You only sighed once they were out of sight. You were sort of used to the constant harassment, but it still pained you to be treated so differently from your peers for no reason.
But today you quickly forgot about the incident with your bullies as you were actively looking forward to having a sleepover at your house with your boyfriend. It was going to be the highlight of your week if not the entire month. Your mind was filled with thoughts about what you were going to do once you’ll both be at your house, you had been planning this for a while now but have never gotten around to do it as there wasn’t always the time. But finally, it was going to happen and you were more than happy to spend more time than usual with him.
Finally the bell rang, and you were greeted with a smiling Riki at the door of your classroom. You hugged him right away before you went to your house.
The whole night passed quickly and you both wished it lasted forever, but you were starting to get tired and you decided to go to bed. Riki wasn’t as tired as you, so he decided to stay up a little bit more on his phone before joining you.
After half an hour, Riki started to get a bit bored by his phone, nothing interested him. So he chose to take a closer look at your room and what it hid. He knew it wasn’t the best thing to do, but he was seriously bored and you didn’t need to know anyways.
He looked around in hopes of finding something interesting. He was about to give up after a few minutes when he caught a glimpse of a notebook he had never seen before. He took it in his hand and sat on the ground, with a devilish smile forming on his face, wondering what secrets were you hiding from him. He opened it expecting juicy things and hoping you weren’t cheating on him or something. What he didn’t expect was to find pages and pages just filled with pure sadness, anger and despair concerning your bullies. He wans’t sure how to react to what he just read. He felt so sad and angry at the fact that you had to suffer so much for so long and you coyodn’t even tell a soul about what you were living. He felt so angry at Joochan and Heeyoung for making you suffer. And he wanted to make them suffer 10 times as much as they did to you. He wanted them to be gone just as much as you did, expect that he would get rid of them for you. He knew you were too kind-hearted to kill anybody for anyone, but it wasn’t his case, he loved you too much and he was going to kill your bullies for you, it felt as if it was an obligation he had you. And plus, it wasn’t like it was his first time killing someone for you.
He went to sleep feeling rage, he wanted to talk to you about it first before taking action.
You woke up, feeling good but tired. Riki as more silent thank usual, and he looked concerned for reasons unknown to you at the moment. It was when you both finished eating breakfast that you decided to ask him what was up.
“Tell me, are you being bullied?” He asked, concern and worry oozing out of him. You were taken aback. How did he find out? But it didn’t take you long before realising that he probably found your journal and read what was inside.
“Did you.. Read my journal?” You asked feeling worried about what would happen with your bullies but still relieved that it wasn’t completely a secret anymore. He nodded, he reassured you and comforted you, he told you that he’ll always be by your side no matter what.
“Don’t worry about those bullies anymore, I will take care of them and you will ever have to worry about them anymore.” He said those words to you as you were crying out of relief.
You both went to school, and you were hopeful that soon, your hell was going to end.
Riki didn’t pay much attention to class, he instead scribbled plans to get rid of your bullies quickly and effectively without any trace left. By the end of the day he came up with a superb plan to get rid of them. He chose to invite them over to his house, they probably wouldn’t refuse as Riki was quite popular and from there, they’ll take a night walk and kill them in a near alley that he frequently used to kill other people.
As soon as the bell for lunch rang, he made his way onto your bullies before they could reach you and invited them over after school. They happily accepted, and he went on his day until it was finally time for him to go home. He brought them over to his home and he took them on a walk as planned. He cornered them in the dark and secluded alley before talking.
“So why did you think it was a good idea to bully my girlfriend, huh?” His eyes darkening as he spoke.
“Well I hope you regret ever laying your eyes on them, because even if you didn’t, I’m going to make you.” He chuckled before shooting them both in the head and in the chest. He always chose this specific place because there was a working incinerator that was previously used by an abandoned factory. He used it to burn the bodies, and so he did exactly just that, before going home happily.
3 days later, Riki happily skipped over to you, he announced that your bullies were now gone forever. You were happy not understanding how they were gone. You went to your class, and your happiness was quickly shut down when you heard that Joochan and Heeyoung were reported missing. You were now worried. How did Riki find out before anyone else? When school ended, you went and asked the questions that you had to Riki.
“How did you know that they were gone, forever?!” You asked worried, thinking about the worse.
“Don’t worry about it” He assured you, he didn’t feel remorse whatsoever, he felt as if what he did was necessary and you should feel thankful, but he knew that you might find it weird at first so he tried to keep it to himself a little.
“Did you kill them or something?” You joke with still an ounce of worry present in your voice.
“Well yeah, but it’s because they were bothering you” He said casually. You were bewildered by his confession.
“Whatー You did what? Are you serious?” You asked chuckling but getting seriously scared.
“I’m serious. I killed them 3 days ago, the next day I found out I took action. Now they won’t be here to bother you anymore!” He seemed so proud and happy, but you were absolutely mortified and you wanted to run away and tell the police. But you knew that it wasn’t a good idea, you knew he killed two people, what if he killed other people in the past? What if he killed you? He was crazy and it was better for you to accept whatever he was going say before doing anything risky. But Riki wasn’t dumb, he saw your face and knew what you were thinking about.
“I know what you’re thinking about. But just so you know, you better not tell anyone or do anything about it. It’s better for the both of us.” He came closer to you and hugged you.
“And plus, you should be grateful. I did it because I love you.”
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Joochan Golden Child
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can i please request golcha joochan and yellow for the drabble game??
first kiss drabbles
[the colour of happiness and energy] "Not the face! Not the face!" Joochan pleads, holding his arms and huge water gun up to block the relentless streams of water you're aiming at him.
"You soaked me!" you yell with glee. "This is just revenge!"
Despite donning bright yellow rain jackets before this impromptu water fight, you're soaked to the bone. Joochan is ruthless when it comes to water guns, apparently -- the sun shines bright and warm on you, yet you still feel a shiver coming on the moment you decide to stand still.
You smirk as another one of your shots hits his hand, the resulting spray hitting his face with cool mist. "And it is sweet!"
"That's it!" Joochan lunges for you, snatching your water gun and hiding it and his own behind his back.
"Hey, no fair!" you protest, trying to grab you gun back, but Joochan artfully dodges your attempts. He turns his body in jerking motions to keep himself between you and the water guns. You fake a pout. "That's cheating."
You'll be honest, though: you don't really care. You haven't stopped laughing (screeching) since this all started. Instead of trying to get your near-empty water gun back, you wrap both your arms around him, trapping his arms against his sides. You beam at Joochan, and before you know it, he's kissing you.
It's warm, like sunlight, and sweet, like... you get lost in the feeling of his lips as they press oh so softly upon yours. Your brain turns into a mush that can't even attempt making similes.
When you both pull back, you blink slowly at Joochan, who's smiling at you so wide, you wonder if his cheeks hurt.
In that moment of reverie, you snag both water guns from behind him, take a step back and point both at his chest with a cheeky smile.
Joochan laughs in disbelief. "Now that's cheating!"
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Golden Child : Joochan (주찬) • Hong Joochan (홍주한) • Main Vocalist • July 31, 1999 • Jersey Number: 55
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golden child’s joochan for anonymous
#kpop moodboard#joochan#golden child#golden child moodboard#golden child edit#multi mb#request: anon#my edit#mb request#kad;lkjflsd i really hope this is the right person bc im not familiar w golden child ;;;;;;;
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
(Y/N)
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With a huff, I lugged another box up the metal staircase, trying my best to keep my balance. It wasn't particularly heavy, just precarious.
I was moving out of my small apartment smackdab in the middle of Seoul to a slightly less small (yet significantly cheaper) apartment on the outskirts of it.
I'd be farther away from my work and my friends, but they graciously assured me that they wouldn't ditch me, and my wallet was thanking me big time, so I guess it's not so bad.
It did weigh on me that I wouldn't be able to hang out with Joochan and Bomin as much as I usually did, but if I was being completely honest... It'd been months since I'd seen them in person anyway.
Life had gotten busy for them, and for me too. I was just grateful for the fact that we weren't the type of friends to let distance make us lose touch.
In fact, we'd started texting each other more now than ever before. Probably 'cause we missed each other.
After getting to the top of the steps (thank you, third floor), I fumbled with the keys in my pocket, propping my box of knickknacks on my hip.
As soon as I opened the door, I was met with the unpleasant scent of dried cat urine, but after some clean up and an hour or two of open windows, I hoped that'd go away.
That doesn't mean I didn't gag, though. How did the previous owner live in this pigsty?
I shook my head, forcing the thought away. "You're living here from now on," I mumbled to myself. "Time to man up and get your hands dirty."
I took a deep breath, letting myself take the first official step through my doorway. The space was dinky and quite literally smelled like piss, but it was mine, and that made me proud.
I took a quick look around. The chipped walls begged for a paint job, but the hardwood floors were solid, and all the natural light that steamed in through the windows was a plus. Bonus of living on the very edge of the building, I guess. You get all the windows to yourself, except on the left side.
As I went on with my journey of lugging boxes up three flights of stairs, I quickly realized two things.
1. This is gonna take forever. Going one box at a time is not beneficial.
2. Mattress? Not happenin'. Not on my own at least.
I sighed, plopping down on a box of clothes that'd been painstakingly duct-taped closed, trying it's very best not to burst at the seams. I dabbed the sweat on my forehead with my sleeve.
As if my fingers had a mind of their own, they dug my phone out of my back pocket, pulling up a group chat of unimaginable lengths.
I don't think I'd ever be able to scroll to the top, even if I tried. Of course, I'd never be bored on the journey either. The three of us together? Our sense of humor was immaculate.
Now, on the one hand... I don't need them. I'm perfectly capable of bringing up the last few boxes, and as far as the mattress goes, I could use it as a bonding experience with my new neighbors.
On the other hand... That would include talking to strangers. I.e—people I don't know. I.e—a perfect way to ignite my social anxiety and ruin my evening.
"Don't you dare call them," it scolded me. "They have enough on their plate as is—they don't need your goddamn baggage on top of that."
I tapped my foot nervously. "Just call 'em over," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.
I could've sworn a little devil version of myself popping up on my left shoulder, an amalgamation of all my negative thoughts and pessimism.
I gasped, furrowing my brows. "Whoa! Language!" I huffed. "Can you chill?"
One may think that it's strange to have a conversation with yourself... And it is. It definitely is, but nevertheless, it helps me work out my issues.
Rule is: don't knock it till you try it.
Another voice edged its way into the conversation. "They'd never be upset with you for asking, y'know."
Ah, finally! My optimism and positive outlook! I was wondering where that had run off to.
"They're nice people, and asking them to help out would make them feel useful," it mentioned. Well... I mentioned. "Besides, they're your friends! They'd be happy to hear from you."
The positive and negative voices went back and forth for a few minutes, stating their cases and trying their best to encourage and deter me in turn.
In the end, I just threw my hands up, giving them a polite invitation to shut up. I looked down at my phone. "Eh, screw it," I muttered, tapping the 'compose text' bar with a vengeance.
(Y/N): Hey, guys! It's movin' day for me.
(Y/N): You're totally not obligated, but are either of you free to help me move in? I know it's kinda short notice.
I waited around for maybe four minutes, tapping my foot along to the rhythm of a wall clock that the previous renters had left behind.
My phone buzzed with one notification, quickly followed by two others.
Joochan: Just my luck, ain't it?
Joochan: I have practice today :/
Bomin: Sorry, (Y/N) :( I'm filming today. I'm on sight right now, actually.
I nodded, a little bit disappointed, but I understood their situation well enough. Daeyeol was probably glaring at Joochan, and Bomin was probably getting chewed out by his director for being on his phone.
Just as I started typing out a general 'it's okay, don't worry about it', two messages popped up almost simultaneously.
Though the wording differed slightly between them, the basic summary was, "I'll come over after work."
Unbeknownst to myself, I smiled down at the screen. 'Knew I could count on you!' I typed out, slapping a cursory emoji on the end.
Note to self for future endeavors: Microwaves are actually pretty damn heavy.
Luckily, I'd had enough forethought to leave the door unlatched, allowing me to easily bump it open with my hip.
An unflattering yelp, three ungraceful one-footed hops and the unfortunate toppling-over of a small stack of boxes later, mission Save The Expensive Electronic ™ was a success.
But of course, that was just enough to throw me off balance. Maybe it's just the poor middle-class citizen in me talking, but the main concern wasn't my own safety—it was the microwave's.
While the messy pile of books on the floor was a shame, it was worth it to save a couple hundred bucks. After storing away the microwave in my new really-only-fit-for-a-midget kitchen, I let out a heavy sigh.
"What a mess..." I huffed out, looking disapprovingly at all the books strewn about the floor from one of the fallen boxes. At least there was nothing breakable inside.
One-by-one (with a slight desire for revenge), I started repacking the books as violently as possible. How dare they betray me like this?
I still had quite a lot of children's books, I realized. Poetry and self-help books were nice and all, but they'd never beat the childish wonder of a fantasy novel, or the nostalgic beauty of a Winnie The Pooh-esque storybook.
Gosh, I could hear the guys teasing me now—acting like I haven't seen them sobbing over Pixar movies before. They act tough now, but they don't realize I have proof.
That blackmail folder will come in handy one day, mark my words.
I spotted another book out of my peripherals. It'd slid across the floor and under the heater, leaving me to fish it out from the leftover dust bunnies.
I wiped it off with a slight shudder, because while the book was mine, the dirt was not, and that's gross.
It was a photo album with little flowers and sunshines doodled across the cover in silver and gold glitter-glue. The spine was hand-bound with multicolored yarn, slightly tattered in spots. It wasn't the prettiest thing ever, but the effort put into it was obvious.
"Choi Bomin, you goofball," I giggled to myself. He'd given it to me last year on my birthday, along with a shy blush, a refusal to accept any teasing from his members, and a heartfelt letter that I seriously considered getting framed. "Outta sight, outta mind, huh?"
After years of friendship, Bomin had gathered together all the pictures we'd taken together—and I do mean all of them. Including the blurry ones, the ugly ones, and the ones I didn't even know existed.
I found myself flipping open to the first page, back against the wall. I couldn't help but giggle at the first picture—an awkward selfie from the first time I'd ever met Joochan's members.
I was sitting at the far left side of the practice room, Joochan's arm slung around my shoulders and a tight, mildly uncomfortable smile on my face.
Bomin was on the far right side, his eyes trained on me and Joochan, ignoring the camera held by a sweaty, grinning Seungmin.
My heart ached a little seeing Jaeseok tangled up in the middle between Jaehyun and Daeyeol. I'd never gotten particularly close to him, but he was kind. He'd been good to me all the way up until his health worsened and he'd been forced to leave the group.
It was a cute scene—everyone posing weirdly (namely Jangjun), trying to make me feel more comfortable. I remembered it like it was yesterday. Sometimes, it still felt like it was.
I'd never seen him dance in person before, and I had nothing better to do, so I thought—why not? It might be fun. Little did I know, he'd left out some important details.
Joochan had scammed me, 100%. He'd invited me over to the practice room, excitedly screeching into the phone that his debut date had finally been confirmed.
"Come over right now," he'd said. "It's nowhere near done or pretty, but I wanna show you the choreo."
10 of 'em, to be exact.
"You didn't tell me I'd be meeting your members, Joochan," I'd hissed at him under my breath after arriving to a room full of sweaty dudes.
"'Cause I knew you wouldn't have come," he chuckled, a tired grin on his face.
I rolled my eyes. "Damn right, I wouldn't have. It's so awkward!" I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know these people, Joo."
"And you never will if you never talk to them," he argued, urging me forward with a light push on the back. "Now stop being such a wuss and say hi!"
I sucked in an anxious breath. He had a point, but still... It was hard. I wasn't the kind of person that could easily slide into a conversation without feeling uncomfortable.
Maybe that was part of growing up, though. I'd always thought that maybe I was a little immature. Or at the very least—emotionally underdeveloped.
Maybe Joochan was right, and getting out of my comfort zone was the only way for me to improve myself.
Didn't make it any easier, though.
Strangely enough though, I didn't have to try at all. Before I knew it, there was a skinny boy with floppy black hair and a pretty nose standing in front of me, messing with the hem of his white tee-shirt. He looked shy.
"Hi," he stuttered out, bowing a little. "My name's Bomin. Are you Joochan's friend? He talks about you a lot." He cleared his throat, giving Joochan a look. "Like... all the time."
Joochan clicked his tongue. "It's not that much," he insisted. Still, he was smiling. "I must admit though, I'm impressed." He bumped my shoulder a bit. "Bomin actually said hi to you. He's usually pretty shy with strangers. Took him forever to warm up to me."
"Who says I've warmed up to you?" the boy joked. He met my eyes briefly. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
Up until that point, all I'd done was blink. This random boy who was just as nervous as I was (if not more so) had managed to calm my nerves in less than minute.
I shook my head. "Nah, don't worry about it!" I said. "You didn't make me uncomfortable at all. In fact, I feel much better since you talked to me first." I felt myself crack a smile. "You see, this loser dragged me here under false pretenses."
The boy, Bomin, smiled too—albeit a bit awkward and sheepish. "That sounds like something he'd do."
Joochan gasped. "Hey!"
I was forever grateful to Bomin for that day.
I would've dug my feet in eventually, and Joochan would've helped me, but it sure did go a lot quicker having someone approach me first.
I giggled to myself, staring fondly at the picture before me. It was hard for me to recall the times when I wasn't close to him.
Yet here it was—photographic evidence right in front of me.
I flipped through the book, appreciating the way Bomin and I started sitting closer together as each of the seasons passed. It took a while to get close to him (emotionally and physically), but it was worth it.
I quirked a brow once I got closer to the end of the album. "Do we not have any pictures of just the two of us?" I wondered aloud.
As if the universe had set out to answer my question, on the very last page, there was a picture of me and Bomin—him giving me a piggyback ride after I'd sprained my ankle like an idiot.
I had this pained smile on my face while Bomin looked like he was having the time of his life, doe eyes rounded into crescent moons, wrinkles in the corners. I could hear his laugh through the photo.
I was torn from my thoughts by a knock on the door. It was half open, giving me a clear view into the twilight that'd overtaken the sky. Nostalgia had really taken me on a trip.
"Come in!" I called, already able to tell who it was through the crack in the door. "Took ya long enough," I chuckled.
Joochan rolled his eyes playfully as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "You're lucky I came at all," he said. "I'm so tired—I thought about bailing."
I knew better than that. "Sure you did."
He took a look around the place. "Wow," he said. "This place is dump."
"For now," I said. "You're gonna help me clean it up."
"Of course I am," he sighed. His eyes turned curious. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing to the book in my lap. He slid down the wall, sitting next to me as if it were the most natural thing.
I passed the album to him. Joochan being there felt very natural to me as well. "Take a look for yourself."
He flipped to a random page, immediately erupting in giggles. "We're so tiny!"
I rolled my eyes. "That's from two years ago—we're not that tiny."
"No, dude," I sighed exasperatedly, sweat beading on my brow. "Angle it to the left!" I shouted around the side of mattress.
"Which left?" he asked. "Yours or mine?"
"It's the same left, you idiot!" With a final violent shove, we managed to push it through the doorway, both heaving a relieved sigh. "The hairdye isn't doing you any favors," I joked. "It's affecting your directional abilities."
We laid the mattress flat, smackdab in the middle of the floor, a puff of unswept dirt exploding outwards in a wave.
"Yeah, well maybe if you were better at explaining, I woulda done better," he complained. Despite his sassy tone, the smile on his face gave away the fact that he wasn't actually frustrated. "Women," he huffed.
I scoffed. "Excuse me, but men are way more difficult then women," I argued, flopping onto the mattress with a slight bounce. I patted the spot next to me. He joined me without protest.
"I'm sorry, but what planet are you living on?" he laughed, folding his arms behind his neck. "Since when are men more complicated than women?"
"Since always!" I said. "You talk about how manly and secure you are, but"—I lifted a hand, counting on my fingers—"you never share your inner feelings, you're dense as hell, most of you suffer from toxic masculinity, and you always think you need to wear the pants in the relationship and be 'the big man'."
He pouted, side-eyeing me sulkily. "I'm not like that," he muttered.
I chuckled, dropping my hand back down to my side. "Yeah, I guess you're not."
"I share my feelings with you, I like cute stuff, I hug my bros, and I rely on you when I know I'm not doing well," he said. "That refutes everything you just said."
I snorted. "Okay, I get it! Why do you feel the need to defend yourself?"
"I'm just sayin'." He propped himself up on his elbows, pointing to himself for emphasis. "I'd be an amazing boyfriend!"
"I never said you wouldn't, Joo." I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. "Did you fight with your imaginary girlfriend or something? You're acting weird."
"Shut up," he huffed, flopping back down onto his back. "I'm just saying, I don't think I'm the worst option when it comes to having a mature relationship."
I playfully rolled my eyes at his antics. "I'm not sure about the 'mature' part of that sentence, but yeah. You're not the worst guy out there," I agreed.
"Exactly! Like, I'm loyal!"
I nodded. "Mhm."
"I'm reasonably handsome!"
"Totally."
"I would absolutely spoil my girl."
"Sure, sure."
"And I would just... kill to spend time with her." That sounded more sincere than his previous ramblings. I titled my head a little, examining his side profile that stared up at the ceiling.
"'Cause like... she'd be gorgeous," he continued. "And she'd be kind and funny, and she'd just get me, y'know? She'd be my best friend, no pressure, and I would adore her—"
I reached out, putting my hand over his. "Joo, stop," I said quietly. He met my eyes gingerly. "You're gonna meet a great girl, 'kay? And she's gonna love you as much as you love her. I know you have a lonely job, but you make so many people happy."
I gave him what I hoped was a comforting smile. "Someday, someone's gonna make you that happy."
He smiled at me, almost tenderly. "Y'know, you're a lot like my ideal girl," he whispered, the drowning sunlight peeking through the windows and highlighting his features.
I furrowed my brows. "Umm... Thanks," I said, not really knowing how to respond, the air turning weird and thick. "Random, but whatever—" My words were cut off, as well as my breath.
My brain could barely process the fact that my best friend just leaned in... and kissed me.
Kissed me with his chapped lips, his hair tickling my cheeks, his warm hands caressing my cheeks, and his scent filling my lungs.
It was gentle, but lingering.
I pulled myself out of my daze, pushing him off me and sitting up straight. "Dude, what the hell?" I half-shouted, wiping the kiss away as if someone would be able to see it.
His eyes widened, like he realized what he'd done. "I'm so sorry," he stuttered out. "I kinda just thought we were having a moment."
"No! We were not having 'a moment'!" My heart was beating like crazy. Sure, I'd had a crush on him back when we'd first met—it was nearly impossible not to—but I loved our friendship, and those feelings had died off a long time ago.
At least... I thought they did.
He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots and sighing deeply. At least he knows when he's screwed up. "I'm sorry," he said again, slightly less panicked. "I shouldn't have done that without asking you first."
I furrowed my brows. Shouldn't he say: 'I shouldn't have done that at all'? I opened my mouth to voice those very thoughts, but I was interrupted by a knock at the door.
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, like I'd been caught doing something wrong. Joochan didn't look much better, looking as caught off guard as I felt.
I stood up, clearing my throat and fixing my hair. I didn't have a good feeling about opening this door. Judging by his expression, getting sicker by the second, neither did Joochan.
I walked to the door, opening it with my best fake smile, hoping to dissuade anyone from thinking something just happened behind that slab of metal.
It didn't last long, though.
Any plans I had of keeping my cool went swan-diving out the window as soon as I saw Bomin standing there, drenched in sweat with a huge smile on his face, a bouquet of my favorite flowers in his hands.
The picture before me looked perfect for a confession—like something from a movie, or a romantic novel.
I swallowed hard.
Well, shit.
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