#junhong fics

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GIRLS OVER FLOWERS

park seonghwa x reader x choi san

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[AREA 51👽pt.1] [AREA 51👽pt.2] [PRESTIGIES💰pt.1] [PRESTIGIES💰p.t2]

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✩ SYNOPSIS: lee y/n is just a normal girl, who’s family owns a small coffee shop. she finds herself being accepted in kq-u, the prestigious private university for the wearily. after saving the son of the chancellor from a car accident

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Nós merecemos mais

21/08/23; Pedido de capa.

Bang Youngguk, Jung Daehyun, Yoo Youngjae, Moon Jongup e Choi Junhong, B.A.P.

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And So I Did...

↳ header is made by yours truly. I do not own the rights to the image used.

» Pairing: Choi Junhong x Reader (female OC)

» Genre(s): High School!AU, Friends turned Lovers Trope, Fluff, Friendship, Romance, & Slight-Angst

» Warning(s): low self-esteem // tiny hints of bullying // swearing

» Words: 4.6K

» Summary: You and Junhong. Two peas in a pod. You always have his back. He’ll always have yours. However, there has to be something going on between the two of you. After all, you know that saying, “a guy and a girl can’t be just friends”. Well, sorry to burst the bubble, but that’s all you two are. Just friends. Right? 

To think it all starts with a simple phrase,

           “Is this seat taken?”

Then, it evolves into a long-term friendship that no one expects. Two complete opposites have form a bond that nothing and no one dares break. You, this little meek girl, with your signature black thick rimmed glasses and hair in a high ponytail always believes that you are destined to be single for the rest of your life. Comparing to the other girls in your school, you consider yourself to be a negative fifteen while the others are in the hundreds. But a certain someone begs to differ. While you don’t know it, the person firmly believes that you’re incredibly breathtaking. Better than every single girl at school. You have this natural beauty that radiates warmth and happiness. You aren’t fake when it comes to your words and actions. You don’t sugar coat your feelings when you finally choose to lay it all out there. You’re just…you…and that’s why your best friend has fallen so hard in love with you to the point that he has to do something.

But what?

You have been friends since middle school that trying to get out of the good old “friend-zone” is quite impossible. Basically a challenge. However, that doesn’t stop him from trying. He always loves a challenge and never backs down from one.

It’s the start of a new school week, you, as always, have your nose buried in between the pages of your favorite book—Pride and Prejudice. God, you’re just enamored with the way Jane Austen words the obvious romantic tensions between two people. Both who come from different social backgrounds and allow said differences to cloud their judgments, preventing them from confessing their undying love for one another. What a great love story.

Turning the page, your eyes scan word after word, inching closer to your favorite scene throughout the entire book. The scene where Mr. Darcy first proposes to Miss Elizabeth. You’re absolutely captivated how – while he essentially insults her at first – he ends up telling how much he loves her and that he wants to marry her.

You wonder what you’d do if you’re in that type of situation. Ha. Like that’ll ever happen.

You flip the page as you internally squeal in delight. Alas…you’ve reached your favorite scene.

         "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." You mumble, shaking your head slightly as if you’re offended for Elizabeth. You continue on your little adventure, taking in each word and rooting for the fact that she doesn’t accepts his “beautiful” proposal.

           “Seriously…who would accept his proposal?” You think out loud to yourself, chuckling softly.

           “Well…apparently she does at the end of the novel,” You hear an all too familiar voice point out followed by the sound of a chair scraping against the tiled floors. The annoying squeak echoes throughout the library. You aren’t facing the check out desk, but you know that the library is giving you and your best friend, Choi Junhong, a dirty look.

A smile forms on your face as you lower your book and place your bookmark in between the pages. You close the book and place it aside.

You raise your brow, leaning against your chair, as you ask him what’s he doing in the library.

Junhong mimics your actions but has an interesting smirk painting his lips.

           “What? I need a reason to hang out with my best friend in the library?” He asks, turning his head away.

           “When it’s you? Yes. I would like a reason as to why you want to hang out with little old me when there’s a thousand of other girls who’d love your company.”

           “I wish you stopped doing that.”

           “Doing what?”

           “Comparing yourself to irrelevant pebbles whenever I’m with you.”

You stifle your laughter, “pebbles?” You question with an amused gleam in your eyes.

           “Beside the point! I don’t want to hang out with anyone but you.” He says, close to spilling his hidden adoration for you.

           “Okay. Okay. No need to be all extra.” You tell him, holding your hands up in surrender.

Junhong smiles in victory, uttering a quick, “good”, before the two of you begin talking about everything and anything that comes to mind. You guys do have time to kill before the first bell rings. You guys talk about the latest episode of your shared favorite show. Then, it eventually becomes a heated battle over which “ship” is better. You’re on team “Ray x Nora” while Junhong’s stupidly on team “Constantine x Nora” which by the way makes no sense. You even go into great lengths to letting your idiotic best friend know that.

Rolling his eyes, Junhong too pulls out evidence on why Nora is meant to be with John Constantine. You, on the other hand, refutes his claims, citing that she only saves the Legend’s resident magic dictionary because she wants to prove that she’s good.

           “Oh, come on shorty! It’s painfully obvious that Nora is slowly falling in love with Constantine!” shouts Junhong, though, careful to make sure that the librarian doesn’t shush you guys.

You gawk, “Excuse me, you stupid string bean, but she only does it for Ray. If it wasn’t for him, then she wouldn’t have gone aboard the Legend’s ship!”

Junhong purses his lips; his eyes narrow on you. Secretly, he’s only arguing with you because not only amuses him, but he personally loves seeing passionately arguing about something. That’s one trait he absolutely loves. Well, he loves second. The first is how loyal and caring you are. He honestly can’t remember a time when you aren’t there for him whenever he desperately needs you the most. Then, a goofy smile graces his face as your argument fades into the background while he recalls the moment, he has fallen in love with you…

It’s been raining nonstop. The winds have been harsh. Branches falling from the trees every five seconds. It doesn’t help that the rain has become heavy after each boom that followed each lightning strike.

He doesn’t even know where this stupid storm came from. One moment it’s quite beautiful. The sun is shining. The skies are this breathtaking blue with gigantic white puffs of clouds that moved with the Earth’s rotation. Well…it moves because of the winds, but that’s beside the point. It goes from a nice spring day to a dramatic scene from a romantic-drama movie.

Trying his hard to get out of the harsh conditions, Junhong uses his skateboard as cover. Though, it’s essentially pointless as he’s drenched from head to toe. He looks as if he just jumped into the community pool with his clothes and shoes on. That’s how soaked he currently is.

           “Fuck…” He curses, unaware of what time it is or even where he is. He can pull out his phone but with the current weather conditions, he’ll unintentionally destroy it and will have to revert back to his prehistoric, flip phone.

Releasing this long, defeated sigh, Junhong squints his eyes, surveying his surroundings. He says a silent prayer, hoping that someone – anyone – would come to his aid.

His head hangs low as he feels close to giving up. Maybe he’s doomed to catch pneumonia and then more than likely die from it.

           “Jell-O?” His ears perk up. He recognizes your voice. Your oh-so-melodious voice. Wait a minute. What are you doing out in this stormy weather? He quickly whips around; drops of water flinging away from his locks of hair.

His eyes widen. He practically beams at the sight of you.

           “Short cake!” He shouts, running up to you, taking coverage under your umbrella.

You smile warmly, holding your sturdy umbrella higher, so it shields the two of you.

           “Why the Hell are you out in this awful weather?”

           “I could ask you the same thing, Y/N? Why are you out here?”

           “Well…I noticed a familiar face standing outside my house, and he looked quite frankly miserable and lost.”

Junhong makes a face, mumbling something along the lines of, “I wasn’t lost…”

You shoot him a knowing look, finding it a bit amusing that your best friend of two years refuses to admit when he’s in trouble. That boy. What will you do with him?

           “I don’t know…love me forever and perhaps get me some dry clothes to wear?” Your body flinches. Your eyes trail up, meeting his puppy like stare. A faint blush penetrates your cheeks. Not because you have a crush on him but because of how close he is. Yeah. It’s only because he’s extremely close to you. And that’s it. Nothing more.

So why’s your heart racing like you just ran a marathon?

Choosing to ignore your rather confusing feelings, you guide Junhong into your house, shouting to your parents that he’s hanging out until the storm subsides enough for him to go home. You lead him upstairs, down a hallway, and stopping in front of your older brother’s room. You instruct Junhong to wait outside while you raid your brother’s closet. The joys of him attending a college out-of-state. You have free reign over his room.

Minutes later, you come out with a pair of black sweats and a plain white t-shirt. You hand the clothes over to your drenched guy friend and direct him to the bathroom. You then tell him to meet you in your bedroom once he’s done.

His intrigued gaze almost burns a hole on the back of your head as his eyes can’t help but trail downward. His stare becomes fixated with the way your hips move. How incredibly sexy you look sauntering away from him.

The hormonal teenage boy releases a long, heavy sigh as he musters every single unsexy thought. He thinks about how his friend Daehyun looks funny when he stuffs his face. How his cheeks puff out whenever he takes a big bite out of his hamburger. Like how your cheeks bubble whenever you fight against your better judgment when it comes to facing the queen bee of your school. Wait…that’s not what he’s supposed to be thinking about.

           “Come on, Junhong…think about something else…” He chants repeatedly. His fingers graze over the soft fabric of both the sweatpants and shirt. “There we go. Focus on the softness of her brother’s clothes. How smooth it feels against your callused fingers. Like how Y/N’s delicate skin felt against your hands when she accidentally toppled over you while trying to ride your skateboard…Oh, God damn it!” Once again, he fails. Maybe his friends are right. He has a crush on you and while he can’t have said feelings in fear that your friendship will sever once you find out, he can’t help it. He’s the victim of the wonderful cliché of “falling in love with your best friend”.

Fuck. His. Life.

Sighing in defeat, he finally heads to the bathroom to get out of his uncomfortable, clingy, drenched clothes. Though, his mind drifts off to you, wondering what you’re doing. Yet he has an inkling. You’re more than likely reading one of your favorite books. Just like he always observes you doing whenever he and friends trek around your neck of the woods.

Wow. He sounds like an obsessed stalker.

Turning the page, you remain focus on what the great William Shakespeare has to say about the famous star-crossed lovers. You, yourself, are a mere stranger to love, that doesn’t stop you from reading about it. Though, your mom has wondered why you never pursue it. She can never know that you’re left traumatized after your first and last attempt. A few weeks ago, Junhong motivated you enough to confess your feelings to the school’s resident heartthrob, Kim Seokjin. Up until the verbal confession, you have left sweet, innocent love notes in his locker, dropping hints as to his secret admirer is. And on the day the two of you met face-to-face, the disappointment in his eyes will forever be a nightmare in your dreams. His cruel words piercing both your heart and soul.

           “Wow. I was honestly expecting someone hotter but obviously has a great mind because of the words written on those notes. But then I get this ugly, plain looking girl. Man…why do I always attract the wall-flower types?”

Since that day, you have grown to fear love for yourself. You want others to experience it or witness it, but you will never experience it yourself. You refuse to have your heartbroken again.

Feeling a tear cascade down your cheek, you quickly wipe it away, not wanting Junhong to see you cry pathetically over someone. Someone who’s not worthy of them.

You take a moment to compose yourself before turning the page. Good thing that you did because you hear his voice cite the famous line,

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Y/N is the sun.”

You quickly cover your mouth – even though the book’s already covering your face – stifling the laughter that erupts from your chest.  Though, it only fuels him to continue—especially after seeing your hand covering your mouth.

“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!”

Not wanting to hear him butcher “Romeo & Juliet” any longer, you set your book down and reach for your pillow. Without a warning, you chuck at him, hoping that it hits him. Sadly, it doesn’t. Curse his fast reflexes.

Junhong grabs the pillow and makes his way towards you, smiling brightly.

“O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head

As is a winged messenger of heaven…” He says softly. His gaze piercing your own.

You can swear that your heart has skipped a beat. What is this boy doing to you? Lately, he’s been shamelessly flirting with you. It’s quite odd to be honest.

           “Okay, Romeo. What do you want?”

           “You, my precious Juliet. Tis you that is making me spout nonsense. My heart is sure to burst if I do not find a cure soon.”

You perk a brow up, “And what cure is that I pray you tell me?”

           “Accompany me to the ball of the homecoming.”

           “Junhong, you know I can’t do that.”

           “Oh…we’re dropping our Shakespeare speak? Dang it, I was hoping to keep it going.” Junhong crawls his lengthy self over to you, leaning against the wall. “But why won’t you go to the dance? Is it because of He who-shall-not-be-named?” questions he as he looks at you with utter concern.

Your eyes become wet forcing you to muster a quick smile and crack a joke about not wanting to dance with Lord Voldemort. Unfortunately, Junhong doesn’t buy it. He knows you better than you know yourself. He’s been your companion long enough to know all your signals. When you’re furious with something or someone. When you’re about to laugh uncontrollably. Even when you’re about to cry. You either force a smile and jokingly say something or your lips quiver and your eyes look away. Then, it’s followed by unnecessary tears. He deems them unnecessary because no one shall have the luxury of knowing that you’re shedding tears over them. No. He wants you to hold your head up high and show those assholes that you’re an unbothered queen.

And…it just breaks his heart knowing that he can’t prevent them swift enough.

Without a second thought, he wraps a warm around you and forces you close. Your tear streaked cheek presses against his broad chest. Then, you begin to sob. Just that one friendly gesture is enough for you to break down, releasing the pent-up sadness and frustrations.

           “Y/N…” He begins softly. The corners of his mouth turn up. “You, my amazing friend, need to stop releasing tears for men who are too dumb to realize what they are missing.” He says sincerely, gently using his thumb to wipe away your tears. He observes your silence and then places his index finger underneath your damp chin. He tilts your head towards him. Your gazes bore right into each other’s.

           “I’m serious. I’m not telling you this because I’m your friend. I’m spouting these things because I want you to realize your worth as a person. Specifically, how beautiful you are.” He confesses with a full-blown blush invading his cheeks.

Your stubbornness refuses to give in. A short scoff escapes your lips in response. He’s obviously blind. You’re not beautiful nor will you ever be. You’ve seen the type of girls he flirts with. You’re nothing in comparison. And you have no shame in letting him know that.

Then, out of nowhere, he grabs your face. His hands cupping your cheeks. His forehead practically presses against yours.

           “Will you please stop that?! You have no idea how much it hurts me to hear you put yourself down like that? And for what? Because of some stupid ass prick who doesn’t even know what he’s missing? You are worth of being loved. You are worth every compliment that myself or the rest of our friends have given you. Please…Why can’t you believe that I’m being sincere…genuine…when I tell how gorgeous you are?”

You remain quiet. Your bottom lip almost disappearing as you nibble on it. You don’t want to cry again after you’ve stopped a few seconds ago.

How did you get so lucky to have someone so dedicated to you?

How did you get the honor of having Junhong as your best friend?

You will never know…

After what seems like forever, you remove his hands from your face. Then, a warm yet soft smile graces your face.

           “Thanks, Jell-O. I needed to hear that.”

           “Anytime short cake. I’ll forever be at your service to slap you with the harsh truth.”

Ever since he had the opportunity of seeing your vulnerable side, his admiration has grown tenfold. Since that day, he has made a vow to make sure you never shed a tear again. You’re always caring and loyal to him, so why not return the favor?

Question is…how? How can he return the favor? Then, as if it’s a sign from Gods of Romance, he hears a few giggly girls gossip about who’s taking them to the upcoming dance.

           “Bingo.” He thinks before tuning in back to the conversation, “Say, shorty. You don’t have a date to the dance, right?” He inquires.

You look at him oddly, “No. Why?”

           “Good. You and I are going.”

           “Wouldn’t it be weird to take your friend to a love theme dance?”

He bitterly thinks, “Crush but alright…” before responding that he has seen others take their friends all the time. It’s not that big of a deal.

You hum in response, thinking about his explanation. He has a point. Shit. Even your brother has taken his lady friend to a dance, so it’s not weird. Though, granted, he wound up dating her afterwards, but that’s beside the point.

           “Okay fine. I’ll be your date to the dance, but if something goes horribly wrong, I am punching you in the dick and never speaking to you again.”

           “Fair enough.”

In a blink of an eye, it’s the night of the dance. You, wearing a pastel blue short dress, currently wait for Junhong by the main entrance. You clutch your satin white wrap around your bare shoulders, hoping that it’ll keep you chattering your teeth any longer.

You glance in both directions, smiling politely at your fellow classmates. Airy chuckles leave your lips here and there as you find it quite hilarious that you’re being acknowledged by the people who have ridiculed you. You even got a few compliments by former crushes. Your lips curve upwards as you amusingly think about what will happen if you break out your signature glasses. Will these assholes act the same?

           “Looking for someone?” You hear someone ask. And speaking of asshole. You focus your attention towards his direction. Yup. There he stands. Kim Seokjin.

           “I’m actually waiting for someone. Thank you, though.” You kindly reply, smiling sweetly, masking the underlying hatred you feel towards him.

Seokjin simply smiles. That smug smile he always wear. Why did you ever have a crush on him? God. A moment of stupidity. He suddenly wraps an arm around your shoulders.

           “Well, how about I keep you warm until he comes?”

           “Or how about you let go of me since you, and I quote, ‘do not like plain, wall-flower looking types of girls’?”

The look on his face is priceless. His eyes widen. A look of utter dread wash over him as he scans your body up and down. No way. This can’t be the nerd he rejected a two years ago?

Damn…you clean up nicely…

           “Well, that’s before I knew you could look quite breathtaking.”

           “Sorry. I don’t take empty compliments from arrogant pricks like you.”

Seokjin becomes taken back. Not because he’s called a prick since he’s been called worse but by the fact that you suddenly have a backbone.

Kind of hot actually.

           “Come on. Don’t be like that. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”

That’s it. He’s slowly severing the last string that holds your sanity. Just as you open your mouth, someone else beats you to it.

           “Or, how about I punch you right in your fucking smug face if you don’t release my date?”

Choi fucking Junhong. That best friend of yours always has wonderful timing.

Seokjin stares him down. His jaw tightens. Then, he backs suddenly backs off.

He utters a quick, “Whatever…” before disappearing inside the decorated gymnasium. He isn’t about to be jumped by Junhong’s older friends.

Junhong, on the other hand, is blissfully unaware that his friends were right behind him before going inside themselves. He smiles in victory. This sense of pride surges throughout his veins. He honestly feels that he can do anything.

Maybe he should…

Before his confidence evaporates into thin air and taking advantage of the fact that the entire body are currently inside the lively gym, he decides it’s time to confess to you. Until tonight, he has been rehearsing with both his friends and mom on what to say. You deserve the perfect confession, so he has revised his speech until it’s deemed worthy.

Now, all what’s left to do is execute it. He just hopes he doesn’t mess it up.

           “Y/N, before we go inside, can I tell you something?”

           “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

Damn your warm smile. Why do you have to smile at him like that? Now, his mind is muddled mess and all the rehearsing he has done has gone to waste.

           “Okay. Okay. Just say what’s in your heart.” He chants mentally, calming his frenzied nerves. He takes a deep breath, releasing it nice and slow. Then, he takes your hands, taking note of how frozen they must be. He lifts them up to his lips and breathes warm air on them. He then rubs them in between his hands, creating friction in hopes to transfer his body heat to you.

           “Warm?”

You nod, thanking him for warming up your almost frost-bitten hands. In which, Junhong argues that it’s not cold enough outside for you to experience frost-bite, so your response is invalid.

           “And you call me a nerd?”

           “Well, you are a nerd, but you’re my nerd.”

His comment catches you off guard. You feel a warm sensation creep on you slowly.

           “Very funny. Okay. Let’s go inside. I want to see your awesome dance moves.” You tell him, pivoting your body away from his. And just as you take a step towards the gym, you feel a pair of arms around your shoulders. Then, something heavy on your shoulder.

           “J-Junhong…what are you doing?”

           “Throwing four days’ worth of rehearsals and winging it.”

           “Come again?”

           “You know the saying that you should date someone who’s like your best friend?”

You nod as forming a coherent sentence is impossible right now. The only thing your mind can focus on is your racing heart and sporadic breathing.

Junhong smiles, pressing his cheek against yours, “Well, I thought to myself…why date someone who’s like your best friend when I can just date my best friend?” He says, turning you around so now that your chests touch one another. His face tilting towards you. Adoration glows in his eyes. But why’s he looking at you like how your dad stares at your mom?

Oh…OH!

           “You have a crush on me?!” You shriek. Your eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. Your mouth falling open.

Junhong laughs at your cute reaction.

           “Yes, shorty. I, Choi Junhong, am head over in heels in love with my best friend.”

           “You love me?!”

           “Well, you don’t have to shout it like that…”

           “But. But. But.”

           “Yes, I do have a cute butt. And, as my girlfriend, you have daily access to it.”

You shake your head firmly, refusing his confession with every fiber of your being. Not because you don’t return his feelings. Oh, how you do, but your lingering fears are besting you right now.

You fake a convincing smile, but Junhong knows better. How long have you guys been friends now? Almost five years. You need to try harder.

           “What’s so bad about being my girlfriend? Don’t tell me you like that arrogant twat!”

           “Are you kidding me? He didn’t like me when I was a mess, so what makes you think he deserves me at my best?”

Junhong grins and chuckles, “Okay good because for a second there, I was worried.”

Now, it’s your turn to chuckle.

           “Don’t worry, string bean. You never have to worry about me crushing on other guys when I’ll forever keep comparing them to you.” You accidentally confess. Realizing what has come out of your mouth, the color drains from your face. You quickly cover your face, berating yourself for revealing one of your most hidden secrets.

Junhong beams, loving this newly found information.

           “So…you compare potential boyfriends to me?”

           “Oh, don’t act like you haven’t done that with potential girlfriends.”

           “Never denied that I didn’t, princess.”

You can’t help but groan, questioning him what exactly is going on between the two of you.

Junhong shrugs, “Well, I’m trying to convince you that we should be more than best friends, but you’re being quite stubborn.”

You gawk, “I am not being stubborn!”

           “Yes, you are, woman!”

           “If I am, then would I say, ‘yes, I would love to be your girlfriend?’!”

Junhong smirks and says, “Finally”, before cupping your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss.

To say that you’re currently experiencing fireworks will be quite the understatement. You honestly feel more than that.

You just feel happy.

The two of you pull away, though, your foreheads remain touching. Goofy grins appear on your faces as you guys simply enjoy the moment. Who needs to be sandwiched by a bunch of sweaty people?

           “Do you want to skip the dance?”

           “You’ve read my mind.”

           “Well, we have been friends since middle school, so it’s only natural that I’m your personal mind reader.”

           “And you’ve ruined it…”

            “Also, part of my job description.”

You and Junhong bicker back and forth until he captures your lips once more. He pours every ounce of love he has developed for you over the years. He’ll never grow tire of your sweet lips.

           “Thank you for agreeing to be my girlfriend.”

           “Well, you did say why should I date someone who’s like my best friend when I can simply date you.”

           “That I did. That I did."

A/N: I am ashamed that I haven’t released anything new for my soulmate ;-; how dare I not give this man all my love and attention? I am a disgrace! But in all seriousness, in honor of B.A.P celebrating their seventh anniversary of debuting, I thought...why not write a one shot about my no.1 ultimate bias, Choi Junhong! Can’t wait to celebrate more years with you and the rest of B.A.P! #FOREVERWI7HBAP

Don’t forget to leave a comment/like/reblog/a message in my inbox! I love hearing your thoughts! :)

- Kim

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Cyborg

Pairing: Zelo x Reader (G) Prompt: Cyborg/Android Word Count: 1.5K

~Admin V

             It had been over a week since you first woke up in the cyborg unit. Once you were stable, you learned that a truck ran a light while you were at the crosswalk. After running you over, your leg got stuck in an axel and you were dragged a bit before the truck stopped. The leg was obliterated. When they brought you to Dr. Choi, he was able to cleanly remove it and replace it with the robotic prosthetic.

             You sat in a wheelchair, looking out the window in the physical therapy room. Your therapist, Jongup, had moved two ballet bars for you to use as railings while you walked along them. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to do it today, and you hadn’t wanted to do it the last three days. Despite Jongup’s encouragement and cheers, you ignored him and continued looking out the window.

             A sigh of relief escaped when he finally left you alone in the room. It was crazy to you that the doctors wouldn’t give you time to process and grieve your loss. They expected you to try and use your new “leg” right away.

             The reprieve was short lived as Dr. Choi came into the room. He walked toward your chair and knelt down in front of you. “Jongup tells me you won’t do the exercises again.”

             With a non-committal grunt, you continued to look out the window. He called your name but you refused to look at him. “You have to use your leg. You need to walk on it, and bend down with it. All the other things you would normally do before your accident.”

             “That’s just it, isn’t it?” Your glare was icy as you turned to him. “It’s not my leg. I could do all the things you want me to do before the accident. I don’t want to do them now. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

             The fact that he smiled widely made you angrier. “I’m not gonna just let you wallow in self-pity. You’re absolutely right; what happened to you is unfair and you didn’t deserve to have it happen. But it did happen. I know that’s hard to accept, but it happened and you can’t change that.”

             Turning away from him, looking back out the window was easier than to admit he was right.

           “I know you want to be left alone in your pity party, but unfortunately, your new leg doesn’t have that kind of time.”

             “What makes you think I even want this stupid thing?”

             “So you would like to remain in a wheelchair the rest of your life instead of walking and being mobile on your own?”

             “I want to be fully human!” You gestured at your leg. “This makes me a freak! You don’t think people will just ignore a big robot leg, do you?”

             “It won’t always look like that. Once you complete therapy and it moves in sync with you, we’ll confirm there are no problems and cover it with a very realistic silicon. It will look just like your other leg. Soon you’ll forget it’s even metal.”

             “Like you’d know,” muttered from your lips.

             He stood up then and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Looking up at him, he revealed a scar on his neck. Then he removed his lab coat and lifted the back of his shirt. There was a long scar from what you could see going alongside his spinal column. Dr. Choi turned back to you. “You’re not the only one who’s not fully human.”

             Your mouth dropped. There were no words. All you could do was stare.

             His smile this time was sheepish. “Before my accident, I used to be a B-boy.”

             Still in shock, you spoke without thinking. “But you’re so tall.”

             That made him chuckle. “Yeah, it was part of the problem. I tried to do a backflip I wasn’t prepared for and landed wrong. Technically, my neck was broken and my spine was damaged. I would be paralyzed without the robotic parts that I have now.”

             You were still at a loss for words. He bent down to your level again. “You can do this. I know, because I did. Your new leg is attached to your nerve endings. When you move it, it’s going to move just like your other one did. It will build muscle memory and act just like a normal human leg. But right now, by not moving it, it’s building the memory of a statue, and that’s how it will act.”

             His words were understood. The stubborn part of you still didn’t want to give in, but it did seem like this was your shot at having your life as normal as it had always been.

             Seeing your deliberation, Dr. Choi beamed once more. “I’ll make you a deal; you try walking, and I will show you some of my B-boy moves.”

             Your mouth dropped. “You still do them?”

             He wiggled his eyebrows. “I rap, too.”

             “Is Dr. Choi your stage name?”

             Chuckling, he shook his head. “That would be Zelo.”

             “Zelo. Dr. Zelo. I think if I’m doing this, I should get the full show of rapping and B-boying.”

             He rubbed his chin, pretending to consider the bargain. “I don’t know. You haven’t been a very good patient so far. Jongup is the cheeriest person in this place, and you made him frown.”

             “How cheerful were you after your accident? Do you want me to use the leg or not?”

             His smile was back. “Okay then. You walk down the bars; I’ll rap and dance for you. Deal?” His hand stretched out to you.

             You accepted it and shook. “Deal.”

             He was ready to help you to stand, but you motioned for him to stop. “Will it hurt?”

             Zelo knelt down again. “It won’t hurt, but it won’t feel comfortable. The leg is trying to learn how it’s supposed to function, so it’s going to be a little stiff and hard to move at first. Once it receives signals from the nerve endings, and you move it, it will get easier and feel more comfortable.”

             You nodded and mumbled an “okay.”

             His hand rested on top of yours as he looked into your eyes. “You can do this. I’m gonna be here all the way.”

             Nodding again, you allowed Zelo to help you up from the wheelchair and hobble over to the ballet bars. Once you were situated, he moved to the opposite end. “Whenever you’re ready. Take your time.”

             He wasn’t joking when he said it would be uncomfortable. The leg wasn’t any heavier than your human leg was, but because it was new, it felt like dead weight. Your nerve endings tingled as you attempted to move it. You could only move it an inch, and you were sweating from just that much.

             “You’re doing good! Don’t worry about how far it moves. Take as small of a step as you need. You can build up to longer strides.”

             Squeezing the bars for support, you moved your good leg then tried your robotic leg again. A gasp sounded when the nerve endings tingled again. It felt like electricity. It continued like this until you were out of breath and at the end of the bars. Zelo had grabbed your wheel chair and had it ready for you. You were thankful as he helped you into it.

            “That was good! You did really well.”

            Still breathless, you lifted your shirt to wipe sweat of your forehead.

            “So which do you want first, rapping or dancing?”

            Your eyebrow lifted. “You can’t do both at once?”

            A smug smirk appeared. “Oh, I can. But you’re only getting one now. I’ll do the other when you make it back down the bars.”

            “What?” Your mouth dropped.

            “Like I said, time is of the essence, and you didn’t want to use it the first few days. We can’t stop now.” Zelo chuckled as you groaned. “It will be easier this time. Your leg has some input from the nerve endings sending messages to move. It has a better idea of how to function.”

            You did nothing but glare at him. It only made him beam brighter.

            “I’m still here to help you. Us cyborgs gotta stick together.”

            If looks could kill . . . “I’m gonna use my cyborg leg to kick your cyborg ass.”

            His smile never faltered. “That’s the spirit! Gotta walk the row again if that’s ever gonna happen.” When you ignored him, he started shaking his shoulders and shimmying. “What’s it gonna be?”

            It was hard not to smile at this ridiculously tall doctor dancing like a fool before you. Pride still in tow, you gave him a solemn look. “I will walk it again, but I want both the rapping and dancing together when I make it to the end.”

            “Alright!” He raised his hand for a high-five. When you refused to meet him, he lifted your hand and slapped it against his, making you grin again. “Let’s get this robo-show on the road!”

[jae-bummer]

Forever

Request: Could I request a tooth-achingly sweet soulmate!au for Zelo (B.A.P)? Like the kind where they have the tattoo of each other’s names? Also, I’m so so happy you’re back!! 💖💖

Pairing: BAP’s Zelo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

You grumbled to yourself as you scratched at the irritated patch of skin on your forearm. “Maybe I can just get it covered up.” 

“Don’t you dare!” your best friend gasped, smacking you lightly on the shoulder. “That’s your destiny!” 

“A person is not my destiny,” you argued. “I decide my own destiny.” 

“Right, you just don’t decide the person you share your destiny with,” she chuckled, looking over the edge of her glasses. 

Shooting her a glare, you looked back down to your coffee, eager to end this conversation and down the cup. “So where are you going on holiday?” 

“Spain - what’s your tattoo say?” she asked, setting her own cup down with a smile. 

You rolled your eyes before gingerly tucking the skin into your body and away from her. “Zel. He sounds like a Power Rangers villain.” 

“I was thinking more Dragon Ball Z,” she nodded, her grin growing more ferocious by the moment. “But calm down, I’m certain it isn’t done yet.” 

“Whoever decided one letter would appear at a time didn’t truly know the meaning of cruel and unusual punishment,” you muttered. “And how did you get so lucky?”

Your best friend giggled as she looked down at her tattoo, her soulmate’s name etched in it’s completion. Her attention then diverted to the fat engagement ring balanced on her finger. “Everyone in my family got their tattoos early. I guess it’s an inherited trait.” 

Chewing on your lip, you tried to avoid eye contact. Not only were you privileged to live in a society that’s romantic policies seemed to operate based off of systematic genetic mutations, but those mutations also appeared at different times for different people. 

Imagine your shock and horror when all of your friends had their soulmates names begin to show up at your twelfth birthday party. 

But your skin remained untouched. 

It wasn’t until recently that your own black scribble had begun to appear, and in recent days, had been picking up letters with speed. 

“Where are you going on holiday?” your friend asked, noticing your silence.

You let out a sigh before giving a small nod. “South Korea.”

.

.

“But why does it hurt?” Zelo pouted, draping his arm over Yongguk’s leg. 

“Because it’s a tattoo,” his older, former member chuckled, patting his arm in return. 

“But it’s not like...a tattoo, tattoo,” he muttered, eying the letters on his arm. “It doesn’t feel the same.” 

“You’re right,” Yongguk nodded. “It feels worse.” 

“You know, there’s a flaw in the system,” Zelo groaned. “What if someone has the same name? Then what?” 

“Then you hope you find the right one,” Yongguk chuckled. “I’ve never heard of that happening though. The universe has it’s ways.”

“It would be just my luck if I found the wrong someone with the right name,” Zelo groaned, glancing down to his tattoo. The words written so plainly in English eluded him. He wasn’t entirely certain of the pronunciation, but knew it was definitely someone who used English as one of their primary languages. That’s how the tattoos normally worked. They would appear as a native tongue, or at least in a language your soulmate spoke. It gave you the opportunity to learn it as well before meeting for the first time and becoming terribly confused. 

“Think about it this way,” Yongguk sighed. “It’s not the wrong person, it’s just you taking a little control of the situation.” 

“I feel like that was meant to be comforting,” Zelo grumbled. “Can’t you give me better wise words than that?” 

“Trust the system,” Yongguk smiled. “That’s the only option we have.” 

“Come on!” Zelo gasped. “Don’t you want to give me some speech about disregarding the system and finding your own true soul mate and falling in love your own way?” 

“And then what?” Yongguk laughed. “Sure, you find someone you think you’re in love with, but then you bump into the person who is, in all actuality, the person who’s name is written on your arm. Talk about unnecessary complication.” 

Zelo furrowed his brows before leaning back into the couch again. “You’ve grown soft in your old age.”

“Nope,” Yongguk hummed. “I’ve just grown more wise. Why create complication and heartache for yourself when you can just follow how things are meant to be?” 

“But don’t you ever wonder about the what if?” 

“When you meet your soul mate...” Yongguk nodded. “The what if won’t matter.” 

.

.

You couldn’t tell your best friend that there was a very specific reason for your holiday in Korea. Granted, the food was mouth watering, the history and culture was mesmerizing, and the fashion scene was incredible, but you had another reason to go. Sure, you had mentioned that your tattoo said “Zel,” but that was the only portion of it that you could actually read. 

The rest of it was in a very different language. 

A very different language that you had determined was Hangul. 

You were already in your second day of visiting Seoul when another letter appeared on your arm, an “o” following the “Zel” you were already familiar with. 

“Zelo,” you murmured to yourself, shimmying down your shirt sleeve before picking up your coffee from the Starbucks counter. “If that’s his English name...what a strange one to choose.” 

Lost in thought as you wandered out of the coffee shop and towards the street, you hardly noticed when a man passed by maybe a little too closely. You felt the pull before your legs could stop you. The uncomfortable feeling of falling took over as your unknowingly untied shoelace was caught under the stranger’s foot. 

You let out a noise somewhere between a squawk and a shout, tumbling toward the ground before a pair of strong hands caught you. Spinning your body, and pouring your coffee haphazardly across his white, button down, he grabbed you just as you were about to slam into the concrete. 

“Aish,” he groaned, standing you up on your own feet again. He winced as he looked down at you, struggling to find his words. “Are...you okay?” 

You winced as you glanced at his shirt, which was very much not okay. “I am, but your shirt.” 

“Shirt?” he laughed looking down. “It’s okay...just a shirt.” 

You watched as he began to unbutton the fabric around his wrists and roll his shirt sleeves up, his tan skin becoming more and more unclothed by the moment. 

You would have missed it if you weren’t watching, but just as you considered thanking him and turning away, a small, black scribble on his arm caught your attention. 

“Why...why is my name...why is my name on your arm?” you whispered. 

“Sorry,” the tall man said with a small bow. “My English...not so great.” 

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes for a moment before opening them again. “H-hello,” you stuttered out in uncertain Korean. “My name is Y/N.” 

“Y/N,” he said quietly, letting the words marinate on his lips. His eyes grew wide as he repeated it again, the understanding slowly coating his features. This time, he spoke in quiet, but clear english. “You are...?” 

“I think so,” you nodded, your ability to speak his language shaky at best. 

With slow fingers, he reached toward his sleeve, and began to fold the fabric further upwards towards his arm. Resting directly below the ditch of his elbow, sat your name in clear, block print. A small smile formed on his lips as he glanced shyly toward you. He was hesitant as he moved, stopping his hand several times before it finally met yours. As if static was waiting behind every touch, his fingertips shocked yours, but not enough to cause either of you to retreat. 

You allowed him to move your hands slowly, only stopping once your palm was wrapped around his forearm and your thumb brushed against the moniker you had written for decades now. 

“Soul mates...” Zelo said quietly. 

You gave him an encouraging nod, noting his English, or at least his English pertaining to this situation, was pretty effective. Taking your hand from his arm, you pulled up your sleeve as well, glancing at it fondly for the first time in your life. 

“My name?” he gasped, his eyes lighting up at the words. Without waiting he took your forearm in his grasp. As he eyed the lettering curiously, it gave you the opportunity to examine him more closely. He stood taller than you with short, dark hair, sticking out sharply from his forehead. His eyes were dark as well, so intensely brown that they were nearly black. A small stud sat in his perfect, button nose, adding another interesting facet to a face you could already stare at for hours. Your focus traced down his profile and toward his hand where his pointer finger trailed along your tattoo. 

“Zelo,” he nodded. “My stage name. I am rap...I am a rapper. ” He tapped at the word proudly, only moving on once you nodded as well. He moved on to the next letters, written in tight Hangul. “Choi-”

“Junhong,” you finished with a smirk. “Choi Junhong.”

Zelo leaned back, hardly able to contain the happiness in his expression. “I feel...so amazing...right now.” 

His hand slid down your arm, allowing himself the chance to let his fingers interlace with yours. “Mine,” he said quietly. “My soulmate.” 

“Yours,” you echoed in Korean. “Forever.” 

A small smile emerged on his lips before he looked up toward you. “Forever.” 

[wwounu]

i LOVED a plug and his gdi and the author brought them back on ao3 for a bit but deleted them again. I know they originally deleted because they were getting hate but idk what happened the second time (meanie is my guilty pleasure, if you want another college au i HIGHLY recommend young, reckless youth by woozifi or kalon by ryerim)

mhmm thats what i saw too when i was trying to find them again on ao3, i was shocked but glad they were posting again and now knowing theyre gone again…. man i hope theyre okay :(

[coffee-for-himchan]

B.A.P’s reaction to their wife-to-be trying to leave them (Mafia/gang AU)

Requested by: a lovely anon

(A/N) Hi, everyone! So this is kind of related to the Himchan mafia/gang AU and revolves around the same type of scenario - the s/o being in some way forced into an arranged marriage, and attempting to leave in order to get their freedom back, but failing their attempt and getting caught. Apparently this topic seemed rather interesting to quite an amount of people, so I hope this turned out rather interesting! ❤

You had all of this planned out, more or less, at least. Well, or so you thought.

Now, standing right then and there, without any chance of escape and without any hope to get away soon, or any time at all, you simply felt like crying. You’d tried so hard to plan all of this - the perfect plan to leave him forever. You’d booked plane tickets. You’d booked hotels to stay at. You’d packed the needed things. You’d planned out how you’d slip out of his observant grip and to the airport. But most of all - you’d set various wrong trails, hoping they would confuse him. Hoping he wouldn’t be able to figure out what exactly you had in mind once he found out. Hoping he wouldn’t find out at all.

But there you were, in a dead end, with him only meters in front of you and no possible way to escape whatsoever.

He’d promised to keep you safe and make you feel like a queen if you obeyed a few simple rules in life - One, you had to do as told, always, no matter what his requests and orders were. Two, you had to marry him in return to all of these good things he’d done to you.

And, last but not least, three - you had to face the consequences of trying to go against him or his orders, which he promised would be just the same, no mater the situation. It had always been “Obey and have the world or betray and die”.

So, since you betrayed now, did that really mean this was the end?

As confusing as this might sound, you loved him. He hadn’t put a finger on you, and this whole time you’d spent being his arranged wife-to-be, you were treated heavenly. Given enough things to keep you occupied during the days he was absent, given enough attention and affection on the nights he spent at home. But you’d simply figured that maybe you could find the same type of relationship somewhere else, without the additional “I will keep you locked away from the whole world and make you suffer from lack of freedom” thing. Or maybe no, you wouldn’t be able to find another like him. But you were determined to try and find out what suit you better in life - him or freedom.

His frame started moving, inching closer to you. Cold sweat dripped down the back of your neck as he got close enough so you could make his facial features out perfectly in the light of the street lamps. Taking a shaky breath, you slowly prepared yourself.

This might just be game over.

-YONGGUK-

He’d always been the silent type, and you knew this more than well, as his silence used to scare you back then. Over the time you were forced to spend with him, you learned to actually get used to it, and even found it to be peaceful and comforting on evenings you had to spend with him, but didn’t really have a lot to say to him.

“So after all of this, you really want it to end this way?”

You’d learned to see through him, and knew exactly what this tone of his and the look he gave you indicated. There was deep hurt and devastation behind this tuff guy facade of his, as he simply didn’t want to show you how much of an effect you had on him. There were only few times when he crumbled completely in your company - those being on his worst days, when he’d come home exhausted and lay his head on your lap after all of the pain and troubles he had to face, letting you run your hands through his hair until he fell asleep and you had to carefully move him to get up and throw a blanket on top of him. Only then you were able to see him fully exposed and without an additional layer on that made him seem like he was an unshakable and unbreakable man. Only then you saw he was the most human out of all.

“Tell me it was all a lie when you held me close and made it seem like you actually cared, and I might make it quick just because I love you.”

“It wasn’t.” he could tell if you lied or not by the way the pitch of your voice changed, and he knew this was the truth as soon as those words left your mouth.

“In that case, we’re going back home now,” he said, approaching you and taking you by the arm, his grip gentle enough not to hurt you but strong enough so you wouldn’t be able to free yourself from it, “And, if you really care, for me or for your life, that’s up to you, you’ll obey and stay.”

“Because I’m not a bad guy, even after all the things I’ve done. I get why you decided to try to leave, and I understand completely, but I won’t let it happen,” he said, quietly leading you back home, and you knew better than to insist or try to break free. He was a man of few words, but he always knew what he was talking about. 

“You won’t leave - not while I’m alive and breathing.”

-HIMCHAN-

“Oh, baby, did you take a few wrong turns? I’d really like to hope that you simply got lost on your way, and weren’t trying to get away from me, hmm?”

He smirked, the tone he used to talk with you making you feel slightly disgusted. He was toying around with you again, just because he could, but that didn’t change the fact that this time around, he was the one who got hurt, and not you.

“What if I did try to leave?” you asked as he approached, and put his hand under your chin as gently as ever, making you look at him, “What are you going to do about that?”

“Hmm, let’s see. What did I tell you I would do?” he tilted his head to the side, his lips curling into a smile as he tried to hide up the hole inside his heart that you had dug with your actions.

His other hand rose up quickly, his fingers forming to shape a gun.

“Poof,” he said, closing an eye and pointing his finger gun at your face, making a movement that resembled a gunshot, “I think we agreed on this, right?”

You gulped, and as he saw some tears about to make their way out of your eyes, he quickly reassured you all was fine. For now, at least.

“Ahh, you know what else we agreed on? That I would treat you right. And shooting someone isn’t really a way to treat them right, now is it?”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and making you follow, “Because I usually don’t let anyone break my heart into a million pieces just to simply let them off like that afterwards. But since you’re still my wife-to-be, and I’m dying to see you in that white dress with a ring on your finger and my surname attached where yours used to be, you’re forgiven.”

He turned his head, and you felt him pressing a soft kiss on your lips, letting his mouth form a smile immediately after.

“.. Mrs. Kim,” he said quietly against your lips, soon pulling away and walking down the street as if nothing had happened. He’d make sure to keep an eye on you at all times from now on, but would also make extra efforts so you would actually love him to such extents you would never consider leaving him ever again. Not even for your own freedom.

-DAEHYUN-

He was just as lost as you were, and tried to think fast of what he could possibly do now. How he could possibly get out of this situation, as, to be completely honest, he didn’t think this would ever occur. He thought his promises of what was to come in case you tried to escape were intimidating enough, and that you wouldn’t even try. 

Now he had to quickly think of a way to turn the situation around, because he definitely wasn’t going to put a hand on you. He loved you way too much to even consider doing it.

“..Aren’t you feeling good by my side?”

You heard the defeat in his voice, and even forgot about the fact he was a gang member for a little. He just didn’t seem like one - he wasn’t the intimidating type, and neither the sarcastic, confident or cocky type. He was the regular guy, and sometimes seemed a little out of place in that environment, or so you thought, at least.

“I.. I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t feel good, I’m just lacking the ability to be myself and feel like a human being rather than your possession.”

Those words would leave him crushed, and he’d grab a hold of your arm, refusing to take your hand instead. If you tried to flinch or move away, he would simply yank you a little closer to his side, using enough force to make you understand he wasn’t kidding but at the same time holding himself back so he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Too bad you feel that way, because you’ll have to simply deal with it. You’re staying.”

A certain amount of time would pass until he could forgive you, as he wouldn’t be immediately able to put on a smile and pretend nothing happened. Silent treatment and ignoring, as well as distancing himself from you was his method of coping, and he would use it to the maximum for a while, until he felt confident enough in handling his emotions again. He wouldn’t fully trust you ever again, and would constantly have the possibility of you leaving at any given moment at the back of his mind.

-YOUNGJAE-

Youngjae stood there, trying not to let his frustrated and angry side slip. He was angry not only at you, but at himself as well, for letting it come this far. For falling in love with you, and for making you his, keeping you tied around his fingers just to almost let you slip later on. He cursed under his breath, knowing from the very start that he shouldn’t have done this, but not being able to help it. You were going nowhere, because he didn’t want you to.

“Such a braveheart, aren’t you?”

He approached slowly, his slightly parted lips and furrowed brows showing the fact he wasn’t impressed with what you had done at all. Uneasiness was building up inside of you at an alarming rate, and you took a deep breath, not knowing what might come. Not knowing what was going on in his mind.

“Say, honey. Did you really think your one and only Jae is so blind? Did you really think he would let the love of his life get away and wander this dangerous world alone, without his caring watch?”

“Stop suffocating me with your caring watch,” you had enough courage to hiss at him, feeling tears building up in your eyes as you spoke.

“Too bad we’ll both suffocate in this love I feel towards you,” he leaned in, his face just inches away from yours, “Because you ain’t going anywhere, sweetheart. Not today, and not tomorrow. If I want you to stay here, you will. And if I want you to love me, I will torture and suffocate you with endless affection, ripping apart everything in your life until the only thing you’ll really need is going to be me. The only person left and the one to keep you warm and safe when you’ll be crying and in danger. And you’ll love me back at that point, at the same capacity I love you. Is everything clear?”

He tilted his head and smiled a little, backing away a little soon and starting to walk off.

“Follow me, and don’t do stupid things. There’s no escape from me. Ever.”

-JONGUP-

Jongup was the definition of two-faced, or rather the definition of a person with more than just one layer of personality to them. The top layer gave off the image of a cold blooded and reckless bastard, someone who, if you went against him, wouldn’t even spare a single thought on showing some mercy. But deep inside he hurt just as much as anyone else, if not even more. Since he’d lived through countless situations involving betrayal or people leaving him for good, this wasn’t anything new to him. It just cut open a few of his old scars and let them bleed once again.

“Can I come along as well?”

He started walking forwards, making the street look like a catwalk with the way his steps seemed slow and sloppy, yet his shoes made a perfect clicking sound every time he set foot on the pavement. His hips gracefully swung from side to side as the smirk never left his lips, his eyes fixated on yours as he saw fear slowly taking over your whole body.

“Because, babe, in case you have forgotten, I go wherever you go, or vice versa,” he stated, seeing you starting to slowly back off. He had to admit - this was a pleasant sight. Seeing someone who had hurt him immensely with their actions too caught up in their fear to recall that they were at a dead end, another wave of agonizing horror striking through them as their back hit the cold wall behind them. The same exact situation happened here, and he let his stare devour you completely as he walked up to you, stopping at an inappropriately close distance.

“You hurt me, babe,” his breath was itching at your face as the look only madmen had could be seen in his sparking eyes, “Badly. You hear that? And I don’t know what to do now that I’m feeling so sad and so alone, so betrayed. Since you’re my lover, could you maybe help me with it?”

Pinning you to the wall with a force than made you feel slight pain in your lower back as his body collided with yours, he let his hand capture you chin and guide your mouth to meet his in a demanding, quite rough kiss. His tight grip on your hips warned to leave bruises, but he seemed to not care in the least, silencing all of your muffled gasps for air with forceful kisses.

“I’ll need a lot more of that when we’ll be back home, babe,” he said, pulling away enough to look into you eyes, “Because I’ve just been almost abandoned by my lover. And that hurts. Badly. It hurts the way I’d never allow myself to hurt you. That is, if you won’t decide to do something like this ever again, because I don’t know why you’d even consider. I know you fucking love me, as I hear it every time you talk in your sleep.”

-ZELO-

It had come down to this, after all, and this was the moment he truly found out what pain feels like.

He was still young of age, and quite inexperienced in may aspects of life. He often didn’t know how to handle situations, as he hadn’t lived through thousands of similar moments like the others had. What other people his age compensated with a few screws missing or a lot of bravery and confidence, he tried to compensate with a quick and open mind. But seeing you standing there after a failed attempt to leave him was something his brain refused to process.

“Come here,” he simply ordered, waiting for you to start moving. His feelings were confusing the hell out of him, as he didn’t know what was happening inside of him. It wasn’t anger, and it wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t devastation or simple cluelessness. So what on earth was it then?

You refused to move, standing there and looking at him with wide, fearful eyes, afraid of what might come.

“Should I repeat myself?” he said in a rather harsh tone, and this time around you obeyed, taking slow, careful steps towards him.

“Tell me what I should do now, since I’m quite confused,” he said calmly, looking right into your eyes, “I usually keep my promises, and this is a quiet street corner where we could settle it. It wouldn’t even hurt, at least not for a long time. Do you want to do it now, or should we wait for a little longer?”

Tears started forming in your eyes as you couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not, He had to be, as just moments ago he was smiling at you and telling you how much he loved you. But then again - you’d broken the rules. And you had to pay for it now.

“How does it feel? Knowing I was just holding and kissing you a while ago, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you that you could always trust me to take good care of you, just to threaten you like this only hours later?”

“It hurts,” you whispered, letting a tear silently hit the ground.

“Exactly. And it hurts me just as much to know you tried to leave. But since we’re both young and stupid, let’s continue making mistakes together, and hurting each other just to heal the wounds up afterwards. You’re making me out to be a very bad man, babe. A man who breaks promises. But hey, you know I’d do anything for you. I’ll even try to forgive you and pretend nothing ever happened, just for the sake of us. That’s how young and stupid I am.”

[daeyanyans]

A little daelo Drabble

 Junhong’s head is swimming. He squints his eyes in the low light, glancing around at the others sitting in the circle with him. “Truth or dare.” Junhong licks his lips. 

His mouth feels heavy and dry, like talking is going to take too much energy out of him. Someone nudges him in the side signaling that the question was for him. He glares over and it’s Jongup. 

 “Junhong, it’s your turn.”

 Junhong stares and blinks, registering the words. The red plastic cup in his hand swishes dangerously and Jongup plucks it out of his hand and places it in front of him. There’s an array of cheap handles of vodka and chasers scattered in between their circle of friends. 

 The party has dwindled down to a few more people left, most of them sitting in the circle on the ratty apartment carpet. He does a sweep with his eyes since there’s been a few people who’ve left or joined.

 Junhong swallows and his tongue suddenly feels too big in his mouth as he looks at Jung Daehyun sitting diagonally from him. The cute film major in his silent film class that Junhong is taking just to fulfill one of the general education requirements. The guy who Junhong has been blabbering about for the whole semester. 

Junhong remembers seeing him in the party earlier and lowly recognizes that he lost track of his drinks because he was nervous that Daehyun was at the same party as him. 

 His brain tells him he’s been staring for too long now and should look away. He drags his gaze away and recognizes Himchan from his anthropology class as the one who asked him the question.

 He stares back and says “Truth.” 

 Himchan smiles and it looks more mischievous than cute, Junhong thinks. Off on the side Youngjae groans and calls him a wuss.

 Himchan says, “Tell us an embarrassing childhood story.”

 Junhong blinks, that’s a much tamer question than he was expecting. He knows just the one. It’s embarrassing but Junhong’s got nothing to hide. 

 He’s a little dizzy as he says, “When I was younger, I had a crush on a new boy in my class and didn't know how to deal with it so I wrote him a letter that just said ‘get out of school.’” He starts out slow and fumbles over a few words but he gets the story out and Junhong calls that a success. 

 Laughs erupt in the small circle and Junhong likes the feeling of being able to make people laugh. His hazy brain is telling him good job. He glances over at Daehyun and sees him looking at the floor, dark fringe covering his face. 

He doesn’t seem to be laughing and Junhong frowns. Youngjae though, is cackling and slapping his hands on Daehyun’s back, his voice wheezing as he says “What are the chances?” 

Himchan pipes up and asks for clarification. Youngjae, still laughing, slaps Daehyun again and says “he’ll tell you guys.” 

 Daehyun is fumbling with his hands as he says “When I was in elementary school I got a note telling me to get out of school. The kid who gave me the note moved somewhere else that same day so I never knew their name.”

 Everyone laughs again but Junhong is sitting there mortified. Everything sounds so far away. 

Someone slaps him on his back and he lurches forward. Suddenly all the dizziness is too much to stand and he regrets drinking so much. His hands cup his mouth and he groans, 

“I think I’m gonna-” 

 --------

 Junhong wakes up with his head pounding. 

His body is sore and he’s desperately in need of washing up. He can barely remember what happened last night except for a few fuzzy bits and is grateful he even got home last night.

Freshly showered and clean, he heads back into his room where his phone lights up on his bed. As he reads the text, all the feelings from last night come rushing back and Junhong desperately wants to hide in a hole forever. 

 A text from an unknown number blinks up at him, 

“Hey, it’s Daehyun. But you might know me as the guy you told to get out of your school. Are you free to meet up today?” 

Junhong gulps. He can't believed he messed up so badly. It takes him a few tries to type out 

“Yeah.”

[breadhyunn]

Tea

Characters: Youngjae, Zelo, Himchan (B.A.P)

Length: 1387 words

Setting/Genre: Humour(ish), Butlers!AU, oneshot,

Warnings: None

Summary: Insufferable Pop Star Himchan’s butlers have made a terrible mistake.

 “I may have used poison instead of sugar,” said Junhong, eyeing the two open jars in front of him.

Youngjae’s jaw fell open. “IN WHAT WORLD DO THE LABELS RAT POISON AND SUGAR LOOK THE SAME TO YOU?”

“Hey ever since Himchan decided powdered sugar ‘suited him better’ I can barely tell the difference between all these white powders. Anyway, I’ve just got to throw it out.”

Youngjae forced a smile and walked up to Junhong. “Well, there’s a slight problem,” he said, whispering softly in his ear.

“What is it?” Junhong asked dreamily, flustered to have him so close.

‘’I SENT THE TEA TO HIMCHAN A MINUTE AGO,” screamed Youngjae.

Junhong recoiled violently thanks to the shock to his ear drum and his body. “Oops?”

“OOPS??? IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY??? YOU MIGHT HAVE JUST SET INTO MOTION A PROCESS THAT COULD KILL OUR BOSS???”

Junhong took a step back, and then another, trying to look for anything he could use as defense against Youngjae jumping around. “Umm, instead of yelling at me I think we should get the tea back?”

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO,” screamed Youngjae, yet again. “Okay we need to calm down and gather our thoughts.”

Junhong slowly put the spatula he’d picked up back into the drawer, his eyes never leaving Youngjae’s heavily breathing form.

Youngjae clasped his hands together and said, “I think we should get the tea back.”

“Uh that’s what I just-“

“DON’T ARGUE WITH ME LET’S GO.”

They both hurriedly got out of the kitchen; they had about 100 meters to cover before they reached the room specially made for drinking tea. Himchan, was, well, fancy. Being a famous pop star meant having a lot of money to spend. It also meant having an incredibly specific set of needs, something that drove his butlers crazy. On a bad day, Junhong might have intentionally mixed the poison. But alas, the job paid too much for either of them to want to give it up. So they simply gave up a different set of things for it- sugar crystals, regular shoes, the ability to complain, and their dignity.

“Ugh I still don’t understand why he makes us wear these squeaky shoes,” said Youngjae. They were big and ugly with a chick’s face on them which clucked with every step.

“He grew up on a farm he just likes to be reminded of it,” said Junhong, trying not to laugh at the fact that Youngjae’s angry walk with those shoes made him look like a penguin.

“Oh did his farm have a Victorian style tea room where he has to drink tea every morning at 10:04 AM sharp?” Youngjae was pouting. “Sometimes I honestly want to- What are you laughing at?”

Junhong was leaning against a pillar, one hand on his stomach, the other covering his face. “You look exactly like the bird on the shoe,” he said, bursting into another fit of giggles.

Youngjae stood still; it looked like he was regretting all the times he ever found Junhong adorable. “Well that settles it- you’re going to slap the cup out of Himchan’s hand.”

Junhong’s laughter ceased. “Why are we slapping the cup out of his hand? Can’t we just ask him to give it back?”

Youngjae rolled his eyes as they resumed walking. “Well for starters it is 10 o’clock and we can’t remake the tea and get it to him in 4 minutes. If Himchan has to not drink his tea, it has to be because something huge happened. And gosh do you not remember the last time I asked him to let go of something already given to him? He made me dress like a watermelon because I must know my place as a ‘waitermelon’. So yes, we’re going to slap the cup out of his hand.”

Junhong almost laughed again, but the thought of him having no defense against his colleague’s striking abilities made him stop.  “Oh! You said we!”

“Oi I meant you, why should I risk my job? You mixed the poison.”

“But you sent it to him!” said Junhong, as they finally reached the door. Youngjae pulled him back, and they both peeped in to assess the situation, momentarily taking a break from arguing. Junhong’s head was creeping above Youngjae’s.

Himchan was in his purple silk pajamas, sitting on the couch, getting makeup done for exactly 2 minutes as he waited for his tea-time to arrive. The possible murder weapon was on the table in front of him. The possible murder convicts were looking at it for too long.

“What are you waiting for, go knock it down!” hissed Youngjae.

“Listen, we have less than a minute. I’ve been studying science and I think it’ll be better and faster if I threw you at it instead.”

Youngjae looked up with a flabbergasted expression. “Watching 2 episodes of The Big Bang Theory isn’t called studying science, Junhong!”

As Youngjae continued to rant about how tired he was of Junhong, Himchan got up and walked up to the table. Junhong had stopped paying attention at this point, he looked into the room and saw Himchan holding the cup in his hand. This was it, the perfect opportunity to save himself from jail and shut Youngjae up.  

In that moment, Junhong probably didn’t know what came over him, but he grabbed a still talking Youngjae by the hip and flung him with all his might towards Himchan’s hand. From here on, all that was missing was some dramatic orchestral music. Himchan’s eyes slowly widened at the image of a man flying straight towards him, his arms flailing about. Junhong just stood at the door, with his hands outstretched and eyes shut.  

Well, Junhong’s aim was terrible, but the force wasn’t. Youngjae landed straight on top of Himchan, tackling him to the ground. The tea was all over the place, they were safe, or not quite- the expression on Himchan’s face made it seem like he could murder them. Youngjae got up in a hurry, his cheeks completely red.

Himchan’s gaze was piercing through Youngjae’s soul. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? THESE CLOTHES ARE PREMIUM SILK AND YOU JUST SPILLED ALL MY TEA.”

Youngjae just stood there, “Sir, I-I-“

“HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU,” squealed Junhong.

Youngjae turned sharply. “WHAT.”

Himchan got up promptly. “What?”

Junhong waltzed in and placed a hand on Youngjae’s shoulder. “Sir you shouldn’t be surprised. I mean, you’re so handsome; the symmetry of your face is perfect. The eyes, the hair, your voice. It’s really tough not to like you. Our Youngjae here’s just been struggling with his feelings lately, he’s been falling for you, and I guess he just wanted to experience what falling on you feels like. Isn’t that right, Youngjae?”

A smile crept on Himchan’s face as he pretty much nodded along to what Junhong was saying and he looked questioningly at Youngjae, who at this point was regretting the time he simply found Junhong. His face was devoid of any bubbliness, there was just scathing hatred.

“Isn’t that right, Youngjae?” Junhong nudged him.

Youngjae swallowed. Hard. “Y-yes sir, I have a crush on you. I can’t help it. You’re. Just. Too. Perfect.” He stretched out those words, contemplating saying each one as much as his dignity would allow him to.

Himchan sighed proudly. “Ah I understand what you’re feeling. But if you liked me you could’ve just said so, didn’t have to throw yourself at me,” he said, smirking.

Junhong laughed loudly, the kind of laugh that would utterly flatter someone. “What can I say, Sir, it looks like you’re irresistible. Don’t worry, I’ll drill some sense into this heart-eyed boy here.”

Himchan smiled wide as he said, “I need to go change now, you better make me some more tea by 10:15.” As he left, he smugly smacked Youngjae’s butt, “You can bring the tea to me.”

Junhong waved after Himchan departing, as Youngjae’s eyeballs almost popped out of his head. As soon as Himchan left the room, Junhong ran and positioned himself behind the couch.

“Look, before you say something, remember I did save you from getting fired.”

Emotions hadn’t returned to Youngjae’s face yet. His lips morphed into a flat smile. “Junhong, I think I need to make you some tea.”

A/N: THIS IS THE MOST RIDICULOUS THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN BUT I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT EVEN A TEENY BIT. I honestly giggled at this thought more than I should have, thanks to Lei, and it probably isn’t as funny as I think it is, but I really did like writing it! As usual, comments/feedback is always welcome! I blame pixi, becca,willow and zain for the Younglo feels.

[bapofficial]

DaeUp and Titanic where they're both in the ice cold water and the floating door can only hold one of them. Cause I like my angst.

“Jongup!” Daehyun shrieks, holding his hand tightly. “You stay on. You have to live, you have to.” He sniffles. “I’ll be fine. You - you won’t let go, I know. We’ll be fine. You stay on, please.”

With the faintest hint of confusion on his otherwise expressionless face, Jongup stares at Daehyun. “Hyung, I’m a better swimmer than you.” He makes to get back into the water.

“No!” Daehyun screams. “No! Jongup, please, no. I’ll sacrifice myself if I have to to keep you safe. Please, live, for me.” He rubs his eyes and lets out a pained gasp at the sting of chlorine. His eyes redden.

Sighing, Jongup gracefully rolls off the other end of the pool float and slips into the water. He swims back to Junhong, ignoring Daehyun’s obnoxious wails behind him.

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message me (a) character(s), a setting/au and maybe a detail or two for a very short fic?

[monsta-texts]

zelo // b.a.p a request that's (slightly) nsfw? not like my usual stuff but I hope it's okay anyway!! let me know if you want more like this one! :-)

[jinterlude]

To The One Who's Irreplaceable:

» gif credits: Stop It MV

↳ Pairing(s): Choi Junhong x Reader (Female OC)

↳ Genre(s): High School!AU, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before!AU, Romance, Humor, First Love Trope, & Fluff

↳ Warning(s)/Rating: Swearing / PG-13

↳ Words: 3K

↳ Summary: 5 letters. That’s all you have ever written throughout your life…well…your life as a high school student. 5 different fellas came into your life and has made a memorable impact in your heart that you honestly needed to unleash those feelings. So, you grab a pen, some paper, and envelopes and simply write. You write how it is because of them that you experience that love comes in different forms. Some noticeable and some you need to take a magnifying glass to. You’re honestly and truly thankful towards them, and the best part is that they will never know about your hidden feelings…right?

«  Last Letter | Next Letter »

Your eyes focus on every single letter, hanging on to each emotion that you have poured into it. A faint smile slowly makes an appearance as you reach a memorable moment. It’s the day you’ve first met him. Well. Actually. More like when he crashed into you, and you gave him quite an earful.

You can’t help but chuckle as you recall how pissed off you were that day…

Strolling along the sidewalk, you feed off the warmth that the sun radiates on this fine Spring morning. A cool, relaxing breeze fans your face as you close your eyes, drinking  in the peaceful atmosphere. You inhale the natural scent from what Mother Nature has to offer to the world. As you exhale, your eyes flutter open. Then, they grow wide. A look a panic washes over your once tranquil appearance as you see this lanky teen skateboard towards you. You notice how he’s rapidly waving his arms, shouting something that you can barely make out.

Just as you open your mouth to see if he needs help, his body collides right into yours. You question why you didn’t move out of the way as every single part of your body aches. Seriously. How the Hell can a boy, appearing to be around your age, maybe older, be able to cause an incredible amount of pain? Your body feels like a truck just hit you. That’s how bad it is.

Well. A slight exaggeration, but it’s still painful.

A faint groan leaves your lips. You struggle to get back up – well at least into the sitting position – when you still feel the weight from this idiotic fool.

To say you’re agitated is an understatement. You want to grab his skateboard and break it over his head.

Well…there goes your peaceful, stress free morning.

           “What is your fucking problem?!”

The equally injured teen scoffs at your words, “Mine? You’re the idiot that didn’t move out of my way!”

           “I shouldn’t have to move out of the way when you’re obviously skateboarding on the wrong side of the sidewalk, you dumb ass!” You shout as you roughly push him off you. You stand up, dusting off the skirt of your uniform.

The stranger looks at your uniform, though angered eyes, and finds it amusing that him, being a new student to this city, manages to collide into a person that so happens to be a student at the same school.

Talk about fate.

He eventually stands up, dusting off his uniform slacks, and grabs his skateboard that’s surprisingly in one piece. He then extends his hand, smiling brightly.

           “We got off the wrong foot,” His warm gaze pierces your cold ones, “I’m Choi Junhong, and I just moved here last month.” He introduces, patiently waiting for you to shake his hand.

You raise your brow, still obviously annoyed with him. However, your parents have always said that it takes a bigger person to forgive. So…that’s what you do…

You extend your hand, forcing a smile, and wrap it around his. The second your hands come into contact, you feel this jolt of electricity but choose to ignore it. You’ve just met this fella. There’s no way you can be physically attracted to him.

Right?

           “I’m L/N Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You say; your eyes soften just a bit. No longer feeling agitated with the lanky teen.

Junhong’s smiles widen, “So…I’m guessing you go to the School of Performing Arts judging by your uniform.”

Your eyes flicker downwards, looking at your uniform. Then, it clicks. Junhong also dawns the same color scheme on his uniform.

Perfect.

           “And I’m guessing that you’re the new student that everyone’s talking about.”

           “People talked about me? Damn. I didn’t think I made quite the impression and I haven’t done anything yet.”

           “Careful. Your ego might grow in size if you keep dwelling on it.”

An airy chuckles leaves his lips. You got sass. He personally likes it when a girl can clap back.

He then walks over to you, standing right next to you, before throwing a friendly arm over your shoulder.

           “I have a feeling you and I are going to get along swimmingly.”

           “Oh joy…”

Your words from that eventful day echoes throughout your mind. You can’t help but shake your head as you find it hard to believe that you and Junhong became the best of friends a few days later. Everything that you do, he’s there to experience it with you. When you’re going through your many crushes, he’s there to concoct the “perfect” plan to gain their attention.

Some have worked. And some…not so much…

           “I’m telling you, you annoying prepubescent person, I’m not kissing you in order to get Mark Tuan jealous.” You tell your obnoxious best friend, Junhong, for the millionth time. All you want to do is study in peace. Is that too much to ask for?

Junhong rolls his eyes before giving you look that says, “What’s the harm in kissing me?” Sure, it kills him whenever he helps you with whoever is your crush of the month, but if you’re happy, then that’s all that matters to him. Though, he wants you to be happy with him but minor details.

Noticing that your nose is buried deep inside your notebook, he shoots out his hand and snatches it away, ignoring your demands and profanities. He then tosses it over his shoulder and leans forward. Your noses practically bump into each other. You can feel the warmth of his breath fan your cheeks. If they aren’t red from the heat, then they surely are now. Lately, you have been feeling a bit odd around Junhong. He’s been preoccupying your thoughts every single day. He’s the first thing you think of when you awake, and the  last thing you think of before you slumber.

What’s is your best friend doing to you? You can’t have feelings for him or else you’ll be fulfilling that cliché. However, everything that you two do is one giant romantic cliché.

And that’s why you can’t allow yourself to date him.

All romantic clichés end with a broken heart. You rather be his friend than lose him for good.

So that’s how it will always be. Just friends.

           “Can you back up?” You ask, pressing your hands against his firm chest. “Damn…when did he start working out?” You think as your eyes widen.

Junhong raises a brow. An interesting gleam enters his eyes. Then, a smirk soon forms as he slowly enjoys the fact that you’re admiring his newly formed muscles. He silently praises himself for joining the soccer team, and it’s thanks to that that he has muscles in all the right places. Oh. He also has dance to thank.

Slowly, he raises his hand and places it on top of yours. Love glows in his eyes as the corners of his mouth curves upward. His heart pounds against his chest and of course, you feel it. His heart racing, almost matching the pace of yours.

This is wrong. You have to do something.

You struggle to get out of his hold before the two of you do something that you might regret.

           “Junhong…can you let go of my hand? I want to get back to studying.”

           “Are you sure?”

           “That I want to study? Yes. I’m sure.”

           “Really? Because the cute blush on your cheeks begs to differ.”

Suddenly, he closes the gap even more. Your lips hover over each other. Your lips part just a bit as your breathing becomes heavier. Your eyes dart to his lips and then back to his eyes, hoping that Junhong doesn’t notice. Unfortunately, he does. And that’s what breaks his restraints.

He gently cups your chin and tilts his head before capturing your lips. The electricity you’ve felt on the day you first met him returns. You feel your entire body light up as he snakes his other hand behind your neck and pushes you forward. He wants you closer to him even though the two of you are already as close as you can be.

He needs you.

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, praying that you’ll grant him access. Luckily, you do. You part your lips enough for him. At first, it feels strange for someone else’s tongue to be in your mouth but eventually, you become used to it. How his tongue explores every crevice. How it massages against yours. God. You feel something strange form in the back of your throat. This feeling of pleasure that is desperate for release.

Then…it does…

You release this airy like moan as you surrender yourself more into the kiss.

Hearing your moan alone is enough to send his hormones into a wild frenzy that if he doesn’t break the kiss now, the two of you will more than likely lose your virginities to each other. And he wants to be your boyfriend when you do.

He wants to show you how much he has grown to love you; however, the rational side is telling him to wait.

And so he does…

He slowly breaks the kiss; his lips swollen and red. Lust and adoration glazes over his eyes as he stares you down. He notes how well-kissed you look and feels a sense of pride. Though, it soon disappears when he becomes confused. He’s unsure of your feelings for him. You’ve kissed him back, so that should mean something.

Right?

Unless…you only returned the kiss out of pity. You must’ve found out about his pathetic little crush on you and don’t return them. So, you just kiss him because you just want to get out the pent up sexual frustration.

One of the many joys of being a hormonal teen.

Out of frustration, he pushes back his hair and tears his gaze away from yours. More specifically, he tears it away from your lips or else he might just kiss you again.

A heavy sigh escapes his lips as he rubs his hand over his face a few times.

           “Do you like me, Y/N?”

           “Of course I do. You’re my best friend. Would I honestly put up with your antics if I didn’t?”

Another sigh exits his lips. That’s not the answer he’s looking for. He turns his heads towards you. This look of anguish ever so visible.

           “Not in a friendly nature, but in a romantic one. Do you see yourself as my girlfriend?” He asks; his voice almost a whisper. “Because I can see myself as your boyfriend.” He adds, smiling sadly.

You gasp. Your eyes widen. You feel the oxygen leave your lungs.

Is he confessing to you?

Your mind becomes a jumbled mess at the mere thought.

           “Y/N?” You hear him call out. He can’t take your silence. He wants to her you say either yes or no. If you say no, then he can move on with his love life. Though, it will be quite the task. You are someone who’s not easily forgettable.

You shake your head, mentally slapping yourself back into reality.

           “Yeah?”

           “Did you hear what I said?”

You nod your head, “I did, and to answer your question…I have thought about it. Us being a couple but then I bury them deep inside the depths of my brain because I don’t want to lose you as my friend, Junhong. I honestly don’t know what I’d do if I lost you…” You confess, releasing the worries you bottled up for almost two years.

Junhong sighs softly as he gently takes your hands into his; his thumbs caress the back of your hands.

           “You’ll never lose me…no matter what…”

           “Promise?”

           “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

You giggle a little, loving the boyish smile on his face. You then lean forward; your lips hover his.

           “Well. You better hold true to your word then.”

You feel the tears pool in the brim of your eyes. Your heart aches as you near the climax of your letter. Up until this part, it has been essentially sunshine and rainbows. You have written about your first kiss…your first date…the first time you said “I love you”…the night you lost your virginities to each other…and of course…the first time you say goodbye….

You close your eyes as your fingers tremble, causing the three-paged letter to shake. A few tears trickle down your precious cheeks as you don’t want to relive the day you and Junhong broke things off…

The day you experience your first heartbreak…

           “Hey, Jell-O!” You shout happily, running up to him. Earlier, you receive a text message from him, asking you to meet him at the place where you first met. From the tone of his text, it sounds urgent, so without a second thought you threw on some casual clothing and dash out of your house.

Junhong perks up the sound of your voice. He musters a soft smile, holding on to any ounce of strength he has left. He refuses to break down in front of you. He doesn’t want your last memory of him to be of him crying over the fact that the two of you have to break up.

He wants you to remember him as the happiest teen alive. He wants you to remember him as the boy you fell in love with and vice versa.

No tears at all.

He continues to smile as he watches you close the gap swiftly. As soon as you’re within arm’s reach, he wraps them around you and pulls you closer. He rests his head on top of yours, inhaling in your sweet scent as if he wants to memorize it for as long as he can.

After what seems like an hour of simple hugging, Junhong pulls back; his eyes beaming from happiness.

           “So, what’s up? You sound like you were in distress when you sent me that text message.” You question, swiftly taking note of the instant change in emotion in his eyes. Why is he sad?

Junhong sighs, silently hating the fact that you always like diving right into things.

           “Do you love me?”

           “With all my heart…why?”

           “Promise me that you’ll never forget me, but I want you to move on.”

Your breath hitches. Your lips press together. You don’t like where this conversation is going.

A disadvantage of being his friend for almost three years now…

           “You’re not dying, are you?” You joke, trying to ease away your sadness. Though, it fails. You feel anxious.

Junhong chuckles a little, “No. I’m not dying…” He trails on, trying to figure out how to break the news to you.

           “But….? There’s a but in there.”

           “I can never pull the wool over your eyes, huh?” He shakes his head as his smile slowly fades, “But, I am moving.”

Your smile drops, “Moving? Moving where?”

           “Out of the country. My mom got a job in England, and we’re flying out tomorrow.”

You do a double-take, trying to process his news. Wait a minute…that explains why he’d cancel dates or only spend a few hours with you. It makes sense now…

The love of your life is moving away…

           “Y/N?” You hear him say as you look towards the ground. You don’t want him to see you cry.

You always want your break up to be on mutual, happy terms. But, obviously, the plans change.

Your eyes well up. Your mouth quivers as you bite down hard, fighting back the urge to cry.

Once you got it under control, you fake a smile and tell him that you’re happy for his mom.

You add that you’re excited to hear about his adventures in England. Though, it’s a lie. You rather hear about his day with his friends—in South Korea—where he belongs with you.

Junhong eyes you sadly. He hates how you’re never considerate of your own feelings but always with others. He wants you tell him that you don’t want him to go. He wants you to suggest long distance dating.

He just wants you.

Without a second thought, he embraces you, and that’s what breaks you down. You smell his strong aroma and then the tears start streaming down your cheeks. Neither you nor Junhong care that his shirt is becoming soaked with your tears.

You just want him to hold you.

And he wants to hold you.

           “No matter what…I’ll always love you…but I want you to move on from me and date other guys.”

You honestly want to slap him for saying that. Technically, you guys just broken up, and he’s talking about dating other people.

This fool.

           “How can I move on so quickly when you’re hugging me right now and telling me that you’ll always love me?” You manage to choke out, though, it took a few attempts.

Junhong laughs sadly, “Because I want you happy, dork.” He pecks your temple, “Even though, I’m no longer the source of it.” He states softly, eyeing you with nothing but love.

You sniffle, “And I want you to be happy too…” You tell him, pulling back enough to see his handsome face one last time.

           “As long as I hold onto our memories, I will be…” He says before cupping your tear-stained cheeks and kissing your lips sweetly. One…last…time…

           “I love you so much, Choi Junhong…”

           “And I love you so much, L/N Y/N…”

And then, holding true to his words, he and his family flown out the next day. It’s been almost a year since that day. You can’t believe how much time has flown on by since you said goodbye to your first love. At first, forgetting about him and moving on has been difficult. You’ve gone through a short mourning period. You barely slept. You barely ate.

You’ve honestly worried your friends. That is…until one of them decided that enough was enough.

You close up Junhong’s letter and then reach for the next person…

Code name: “To the One Who Nursed a Broken Heart”. You pick up the pastel pink colored envelope and open it up. It’s not as long as Junhong’s but it’s still lengthy.

            “To the One Who Nursed My Broken Heart…”

A/N: And there we have it folks! The first guy, Zelo, is complete! This kind of broke my heart to be honest, especially with the whole saying of “You never forget your first love.” That’s true for me. I still think about mine here and there and still hope that he’s happy. 

Anyway...you ready for the next guy? Any guesses on who it is? Let me know!

Don’t forget to leave a comment/like/reblog/a message in my inbox! I love hearing your thoughts! :)

- Kim

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seriously though..... Yongguk returning from the military just as Daehyun begins his enlistment..... them taking turns to hang out with Youngjae, Jongup and Junhong but never at the same time..... never together..... what kind of angsty fan fic is this lmao

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Past-Present-Future Black Dahlia

Two major tragedies bring Lee Mirae closer to the edge as she goes through the stages of grief in a more violent manner that would affect not only her relationships with her boyfriend Jeong Yunho and her half-brother Choi San, but also has her becoming closer with the immortal mutant Kang Yeosang. Fueled by rage, grief, and pain, along with a very rude awakening that has Mirae spiraling out of control and questioning everything she holds dear.

Group: ATEEZ Member: Yunho Pairing: Jeong Yunho / OC Genre: Action, adventure, angst, fantasy

Watch Out! : Violence, blood, death, grief and loss, major character deaths, use of weapons

Anything else? : Mentions of other idols of course as well as other characters. SuperM, Dean, Chanyeol, Zelo, soloist Park Jihoon to name a few.

Author’s Note: And we’re here in the third or second to the last chapter of the fic. Things are happening! Also, I’m sorry the fight scenes might not be as entertaining. It can be hard writing fight scenes. So, enjoy.

Masterlist

Chapter 9

Mirae and San were gaining the upper hand as they tackled Baekhyun and Jongin, Mingi putting in all of his strength to aim the fire from his lighter towards the robot, only for Taemin to redirect the flames back to him. Wooyoung transformed into his shadow form, knocking Ten off his feet. Hongjoong sped by, punching and kicking him, while circling the robot that looked like it was about to move.  

“You took away so many people that I love, you should be grateful your family is still alive and well,” Mirae kept her grip on Jongin’s jacket as they were teleporting all over the warehouse. 

“Thanks, I am,” Jongin continued to teleport them all over the warehouse, knocking over Yunho and Lucas, who were also teleporting all over the area in their scuffle. 

A powerful wave of energy soon came from Mirae, sending the rest of them in different directions of the warehouse while the robot toppled over, accidentally activating the machine. She saw Taemin’s eyes begin to glow red as he kept his gaze on the robot that was coming alive, getting on its feet. 

“Well, crap,” Hongjoong sped past Taemin, knocking him over with a forearm to his neck, breaking his gaze until Lucas pushed him, knocking him off his balance and sending him crashing into the old machines nearby. 

Mirae brought on another powerful wave of energy, Seonghwa being quick enough to break the falls of everyone close to him while she targeted the robot. The impact toppled the robot over again, the machine starting to glow from the heat of the energy that it was absorbing. “Go to the streets!” She yelled, concentrating on taking down the robot. She could see Baekhyun, Lucas, Ten, and Jongin scramble to their feet. “Not so fast,” She sent a wave of energy towards them, wounding them as they fell to their feet. 

Taemin got back up, his eyes glowing the same as hers again, only for the energy he put out to hit San, who seemed unfazed. “You’re not powerful enough to do that,” He said, engaging in another tussle with the male. 

“Junhong, you better keep yourself safe,” Mirae said, her form almost glowing as the robot also began to glow as if it was being burned. “Go into the city, save as many as you can, there’s no telling what the robot that’s already out there is doing.” 

“Got it!” Junhong gestured to Jongho, Yunho, Hongjoong, and Wooyoung. “I know a way out of here,” He said, and they ran towards another entrance. 

Mingi flicked his lighter again, concentrating as he directed the flames towards the machine, pouring all his energy into making the flame strong enough to burn. The machine only turned red, absorbing the heat from the flames. 

Yeosang sent another round of hexes while Seonghwa was engaged in a telekinetic battle against Taemin, who kept mimicking every move he made until Mirae knocked him over with a kick. “You think you’re the only ones who can fight?” Lucas got to her with a few kicks and punches, Mirae effortlessly dodging each one, matching his movements as the two of them were in a deadlock. 

“Oh, this hardly seems fair,” Mirae muttered, headbutting the demonic-looking mutant to catch him off-guard, the two of them teleporting in every corner of the warehouse, each time they were reappearing, one of them having the upper hand. 

“Come on, soul-taker, let me see the monster inside you,” Lucas purred. 

“With pleasure,” Mirae’s eyes turned black, and the two of them fell over on the floor in the midst of the scuffle. She was straddling him, her eyes pitch black as she felt the male’s soul getting drained from under her, Lucas squirming and staring at her in horror. 

“Not so fast!” Baekhyun hit her on the head with a broken piece of metal, Mirae’s eyes turning back to normal as she grabbed him by the ankle. Lucas crawled away, coughing as he stared at her. 

“You’re-” 

“That’s right,” Mirae’s eyes glowed red. “You want it, come get it,” She charged towards Baekhyun. “You and I have unfinished business.” 

Baekhyun tried to blast a beam of light towards Mirae, only for her to block it off. “Could you really kill me, Mirae? Do you still have it in you? That killer instinct?” He taunted, both of them alternating in a headlock. “You and I are now even, you know. I killed your loved ones, just as you killed me to mine.” 

“We are not the same,” Mirae groaned, sucker punching him only for the two of them to fly backwards as Baekhyun did not let go of her. 

“Right, like you didn’t just throw a hissy fit earlier,” Baekhyun grunted, the center of his palm lighting up, and the lights in the warehouse flickering and the machine began to move, its eyes glowing red and blasting through the ground, the rest of them scrambling away in time. 

“Someone’s losing their touch,” Mirae flipped him over, his back breaking when he hit her knee, making Baekhyun growl in pain. 

“Hyung!” Jongin called out, limping his way towards them, only for Mirae to push him back. Jongin disappeared and reappeared next to Baekhyun again, touching Baekhyun’s wrist and the two of them disappearing before Mirae could make another move.

Lucas had also disappeared, and Ten ran up to Taemin, the two of them disappearing in a portal as well. “To be fair, we were up against a few teleporters,” Mingi kept his lighter. “But what do we do with this?” 

“If there was a way to control this,” San looked up at the machine in front of them. 

“There is a way-” Mirae replied, only for the five of them to scramble out of the way when the robot began to move forward, sending blasts of flames as it broke through the warehouse, bursting through the layer of dirt and rubble from above. The machine flew out of the place. 

“Hold on, where are we?” Seonghwa asked. 

“We’re in the place the Center used to be,” Mirae approached the broken down entrance. “We’re underground. They’re up there now.” 

~ 

There was chaos. Roads were blocked, and cars were stuck as Junhong, Yunho, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung looked at the mess caused by the giant robot that was practically destroying everything in its path while people scrambled for safety. “What do we do about that?” Hongjoong asked as they watched the robot wreak havoc. 

“What Mirae said, get everyone to safety, then we’ll take it down,” Yunho said. 

“I’ll do it, the rest of you figure out how to take that thing down before the other one comes out,” Hongjoong suggested, speeding away. 

“The other one has come out,” Wooyoung said. “If we take that down, we’ll know how to get the other one, let’s go,” He transformed into his shadow form, almost slithering on the ground towards the machine. 

“They just really had to leave us behind, huh,” Jongho looked annoyed, groaning as the spikes came out of his arms and legs again. 

“We’ve been able to put everything back together after the Seoul attack. This time, I’m not so sure,” Junhong looked concerned. 

“By the time this is over, we’d all be exposed,” Jongho said quietly. 

“It’s not like this hasn’t happened before, but from the way things are going, none of you will be able to live quietly anymore,” Junhong warned. “Unless somehow things can go back and no one else gets killed.” 

“It has to go back, as much as possible it has to,” Yunho said, seeing Wooyoung from the distance, his shadow slithering up to the machine, as if trying to strangle it. “Junhong hyung, help Hongjoong get everyone to safety, hack into computers or something, we’ll handle the robot.” 

“Got it,” Junhong ran to the nearest internet cafe. 

Yunho and Jongho ran down the road, catching up to Wooyoung who was already trying to tackle the machine in his shadow form. “You know, having abilities like Hongjoong hyung or yours would’ve made our job so much easier,” Jongho frowned. 

“We never really had a choice, did we?” Yunho said. 

“Nope. Lift me up,” Jongho walked a few feet back and Yunho got the idea. He ran towards the robot again, Yunho lifting the shorter male upon catching his step to lift him up. Jongho pierced through the shoulder of the machine only to get thrown off, crashing into a nearby car. 

“Tsk tsk,” Lucas appeared, standing on the shoulder of the robot that now had a hole. “You know this had to be done,” He said, eliciting screams and gasps from people who had now seen him in his true appearance: Red skin, slicked back dark hair, fangs glinting in the sunlight, and a tail. 

“Speak of the devil,” Jongho stepped on a few cars that were overturned to get to the robot again, Lucas reappearing and yanking him back in mid-air before teleporting away in a flame. 

“You really can’t kill me, whoever you are,” Lucas looked down at him with a smirk on his face. He turned around, seeing Yunho already on the back of the robot. 

“But I can,” Yunho climbed up on the other shoulder, both of them trying to maintain their balance as the robot moved around. “Let’s settle this, from one immortal to another, shall we?” 

“In the words of your beloved,” Lucas took out a dagger from under his blazer. “With pleasure,” He said, and disappeared. 

Yunho sensed where Lucas would reappear while eyeing Jongho, who was already climbing up, and climbed to the other side, using the arm of the robot to swing out of the way, dodging every strike Lucas made towards him in mid-air with his blade. “We could do this all day,” He said, kicking the demonic looking mutant away before climbing on top again. 

Jongho pierced the head of the robot as hard as he could, feeling wires get cut from the impact of his strike. He saw Wooyoung’s shadow form slithering into the robot. “I’ll try and control this,” He heard the older male say. 

“Good-” Jongho covered his eyes, almost falling over from the beam of light that almost hit his face. Baekhyun had appeared behind them, beams of light flashing from his palms, narrowing down as if it had turned into a laser. Jongho groaned as he felt the laser hit the spikes from his arm, and jumped down to charge towards him. Baekhyun blocked every strike Jongho made with a smirk on his face. “You’re not going to succeed.” 

“Oh but we have,” Baekhyun broke the spike on his arm. “Try getting that fixed.” 

Meanwhile, Hongjoong ran as fast as he could all around the closed-off city, moving men, women, and children away from the damage. “Please stay here, all of you, we’ll solve this,” He said to them. 

“Are you going to save us?” A little girl said. 

“We’ll try, but keep yourselves safe, run to the borders, we’ll take it from here,” Hongjoong nodded as he sped away, almost running around to protect those who were already walking towards the borders with the assistance of the police, who were guiding them to leave. He saw military tanks enter the area, followed by men whom he knew were completing their military service and holding guns. 

Every step the robot took, Hongjoong felt a tremor on the ground, the tremors increasing when he saw from a distance the other robot from the warehouse, that was walking towards the one being beaten down by the rest of his group. He could see the figures of Ten and Taemin, summoning the second machine from their places in the middle of it all. 

He could see one car getting overturned, as if a shockwave was coursing through the road, electric advertisements short-circuiting. Hongjoong spotted one car about to hit the family at the very back, and moved in time to kick it away, the impact sending the vehicle back in its place albeit with a very visible dent on the hood. 

As he went back to running in circles to protect the citizens from getting hurt, Hongjoong stumbled and fell, getting up to see Taemin standing by. He got up to his feet quickly, racing against Taemin, who stuck close to him. In the midst of the two of them trying to outrun each other, Hongjoong ran past him, making Taemin stumble and fall to the ground. Hongjoong stopped, adjusting the blade that had emerged from his sleeve that had some blood. 

Taemin looked down at his side. There was a cut. “You’re going to regret that,” He said. 

“You didn’t see that coming,” Hongjoong muttered, speeding away to continue protecting the citizens that were already moving out. 

~ 

Mirae, San, Yeosang, Mingi, and Seonghwa climbed out of the ruins and ran out, following the robot as it marched through the trees that surrounded the ruins and into the city.  “Looks like the rest of the guys caught up with it, Wooyoung’s controlling the robot from the inside for sure,” Mirae observed the actions of the first. 

“Jongho must have busted it open, but they should’ve taken it down by now,” San glanced at his sister. 

“They’re there. All of them,” Yeosang pointed out, seeing Yunho trying to kick someone away while Jongho was fighting Baekhyun. 

“Remember, take the rest of them, but leave Baekhyun and Jongin to me,” Mirae said quietly, staring at the male who was trying to blind Jongho. 

“That was the idea. We wouldn’t let you miss out on the privilege, my dear,” Yeosang turned to her, then created a portal that brought them directly into the fray. They stepped out into the middle of the street where the robots were. 

Mingi, sensing Taemin was near, took out his lighter, trying to fight off the robot. The flames somehow grew larger the more he concentrated, and he made sure to fend off Taemin with another flame that grew. Seonghwa’s eyes glowed green and he tried to concentrate, getting the robot a few feet off the ground.

“You think you can destroy that kind of machine just like that,” Taemin snickered as he got up, stifling a groan as the blood stain on his side was spreading out even more. “It’ll take more than that to get rid of what keeps it going.” 

“And you just gave us the answer, tsk tsk,” Mingi shook his head, taking out his shurikens and throwing them towards the machine as hard as he could. The shurikens pierced through the legs and he jumped up, hanging onto its legs. Mingi climbed up and San did the same. “If only I could heat this up we could bust in and end it.” 

“We can,” San’s eyes and fingertips glowed and he punched through the leg of the machine as the two of them climbed even further. He punched the leg again, putting all his energy into breaking through the surface until he noticed the machine giving off an unusual glow that only he knew. “We need to get off!” He yelled, the two of them jumping off as the upper half of the machine exploded. 

San and Mingi covered themselves from the bits of metal debris that came from the explosion. “What’s that? Something else is inside… Shit,” Mingi frowned, seeing the machine put itself back together, as if it was being pulled together by a glowing gem. “It’s like a diamond.” 

“Diamond? Mirae told me about that,” San looked up, seeing how the gem pulled the machine back, as if it had never exploded. “It’s the diamond, the diamond from that tree of life story Mirae told me, it’s real!” 

Mirae had also seen the gem pulling the machine back together. “It can’t be. It really can’t-” She said quietly. 

“The diamond of the tree of life. It does exist,” Yeosang looked stunned as they followed the robot, seeing Seonghwa, San, and Mingi run with them. “What would be our next move, my dear?” 

“We take them down. I remember something about that gem. It’s sentient, it’s going to-” Mirae stumbled when she saw Baekhyun close by, as if chasing her. “Go! Take the machines down!” She yelled at them. 

“My dear, you’ve got your work cut out for you,” Yeosang sent a hex towards the light-bender, who staggered back. 

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” Mirae got to her feet as Baekhyun quickly did the same. 

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you, and I need you to die first,” Baekhyun charged towards her, a beam of light coming from his palms. 

Mirae’s eyes and fingertips glowed, the two of them caught in a tussle until she felt someone kick her. It was Jongin, who kept appearing and disappearing. “I’ve been dead before, but you?” She managed to knock away both males, sending them flying towards the other side of the road and crashing into cars. “You don’t know what it feels like.” 

Jongin teleported away and reappeared in front of her. “Soon enough, you will be known as the one who caused that explosion at the Center five years ago, your face will be everywhere, do you really want that?” He said. 

Mirae seemed unfazed. “You’re one to talk, causing this much damage,” In a few moves, she kept her hold on Jongin. “You try and teleport, I’m teleporting with you,” She said, kicking him some more until he was on his knees. She took out a deck of cards in her pocket, charging them as she could see Baekhyun run towards them through her peripheral vision. “Goodbye, Baekhyun,” She muttered, throwing the entire deck towards him. 

The deck exploded upon contact, and Jongin looked up at her in horror. “You won’t be able to stop what Ino has planned. The diamond of the tree of life is in those machines and there’s nothing that can be done to reverse the process,” He said, almost in a whisper. “Baekhyun’s death is now on your conscience.”

“But the deaths of Jihoon, of Hyuk, and of Chanyeol are on yours, and I can live with that” Mirae stared at him, her eyes turning black. “I wonder what it would be like to see you as an empty shell of a human being,” She hissed. Jongin was staring at her, noticing that she took out a card from her pocket. “What would your own family think? Their son, their brother, their uncle, an empty shell of a person without a soul.” 

“Do it then, soul-taker,” Jongin muttered, a look of horror evident on his face. 

“You missed me,” Baekhyun had emerged from the smoke with a gash on his side, almost limping towards him. Mirae glanced at him, then let go of Jongin. “You think you could get me so easily.” 

“I already have,” Mirae charged towards him, the two of them tumbling over on the road. Both of them matched each other’s moves, with Mirae hitting Baekhyun’s wounded side repeatedly. Her eyes and fingertips glowed red again and she headbutted him down, the road cracking under Baekhyun as he struggled to move. 

As if sensing something was coming, Mirae pushed Jongin, who reappeared in front of her, in time, only for him to go back to her. Mirae’s eyes and fingertips were still glowing as she took him on, grabbing him by the leg and kicking it down, the bones cracking once again and making him cry out in pain. 

“Tsk, tsk. Looks like I got both of you,” Mirae watched them squirm in their places. She sensed Yunho’s thoughts. She ran towards the road that had the two robots. 

The males were unsuccessful in taking down the machines that were still wreaking havoc in the city, Hongjoong running around in circles to protect the citizens from getting caught in the crossfire of the chaos. Seonghwa was struggling to control each machine even though his eyes and hands were glowing the brightest it had ever been in the few months she had seen his powers manifest. 

The rest of them were trying to bring down not only the machines, but also Ten, Taemin, and Lucas, who were gaining the upper hand. Mirae spotted Junhong, who was running out of the internet cafe, looking around for a sign of anyone he could approach. “Mirae!” He called out, having seen her.

“The diamond of the tree of life is powering those robots,” Mirae said. “San tried to blow it up but the diamond is putting everything back together. Is there a way to get rid of that gem?” 

“I remember Ino telling me that the diamond is a sentient gem. It disappears whenever it wants to,” Junhong explained. “If Ino hyung created these robots with the power of the diamond, there should be a way for it to disappear now, if we can use it to repair everything else here when all is said and done, we’ll have control of it.” 

“But now Ino has the control,” Mirae said, and he nodded. She looked back at the machines that Wooyoung and Mingi were trying to take down. “I am going to try something, there must be a way to take these apart.” 

“From the inside, maybe, but good luck trying to bust into that,” Junhong said. 

Mirae nodded, coming to the realization that she knew exactly what to do. She turned to Junhong. “Once we take these down, by some miracle, Ino would hopefully stop this.” 

“I’m keeping my fingers crossed, but I’m not holding my breath at the same time,” Junhong frowned at the thought. 

Mirae ran back to the middle of the road, seeing the machines on both sides. Her eyes glowed red, and she concentrated on the two machines that were still moving. Yunho, I’m about to break these things from the inside, she thought, in the hopes that he would hear her. The more she concentrated, she was slowly glowing, and they could see, in the middle of their fighting, that she was transforming into a bright, white spirit made out of energy. 

“Mirae’s reached her full potential,” Junhong muttered, looking at her in awe as her energy form seeped into the machine that Wooyoung and Jongho were trying to take apart, the machine soon glowing red as Wooyoung and Jongho ran away, while Yeosang conjured a shield as the machine began to burst, the diamond inside disappearing. 

The three males stared at Mirae’s energy form that flew through the air and entered into the other machine that San and Mingi were trying to take apart. San and Mingi jumped off, landing on top of some cars as the machine exploded and the gem disappeared. 

“This is impossible,” Ten stared at the being that emerged from the explosion, watching it materialize back into Mirae, whose eyes were still glowing. He glanced at Lucas and Taemin, creating a portal before she could reach them, the three of them heading inside and vanishing. The portal reappeared before Baekhyun and Jongin’s incapacitated forms, Lucas grabbing onto the two of them before vanishing as well.

“Where the hell did they go?” Seonghwa looked around, seeing the ruins caused by the robots. 

“They knew they would lose, so they left,” Yunho said, seeing a gem roll up against his feet. He picked it up. “If only there was a way to repair everything.” 

The gem in his hand suddenly lit up and all of a sudden everything around them began to go back to the way it was. The windows that were smashed were brought back together, the dents in the cars disappeared, the rest of the damages, including the cracks in the roads were also brought back together as if nothing happened. “That’s a dangerous gem, Yunho,” Yeosang said, noticing what was in his hand, as the rest of them ran up to him. 

“Mirae, where is she?” San looked around for a sign of his sister, until he saw a bright being fly above the buildings and into one skyscraper. “What building is that?” He pointed. 

Yeosang looked over to where he pointed. “Lee Technologies. Ino must be there, and Mirae must be looking for him now,” He said. A disk appeared in front of them, expanding to fit them all. From the other side, they saw that it was an empty office and they went through. 

The window shattered as Mirae went through, her bright energy form face to face with Ino’s astounded expression. “You have caused me guilt this whole time,” She said. “I have you to thank for me tapping into this part of myself again, but I can’t say things will go back to the way it was.” 

“Lee Mirae, do you really think you can kill me?” Ino questioned. “I found you when you were working for your adoptive parents, fixed that trigger from your head, is that how you repay me?” 

“I never said I wasn’t grateful, but I will say that you have done more damage to me because you knew where to hit me the most,” Mirae replied. “Your machines are gone, the rest of those people you were with have deserted you, it’s time to give up or I will have to make you.” 

Ino shook his head. “Try me.” 

Before Mirae could make another move, Ino had disappeared.