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lgcmanager · 7 months ago

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TEAM UNKNOWN 004

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER ( PART 1 OUT OF 2 ) SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise. for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.

on APRIL 8, the following trainees were called to a meeting with KIM HYUNCHEOL, SEO YOUNGJAE, and JANG INSUNG.

BAE NATHAN ( @lgcnathan )

CARTER JAEJIN ( @lgcjaejin )

CHO ISEUL ( @iseullgc )

CHOI JUNKYU ( @lgcjunkyu )

KANG MINJUN ( @lgcmjun )

KANG YOOJOON ( @lgcyoojoon )

KIM SEYOON ( @seyoonlgc )

KWON HYUNTAE ( @hyuntaelgc )

( important note: the trainees selected will be participating in TRAINEE MISSION 017, but they will be skipping out on one of the writing requirements to focus primarily on this. if you do not want to participate in this, please send a message to the main before APRIL 20, 2024 11:59PM EDT. if you choose your muse to be excluded from this for whatever reason, you can do all of the writing requirements for the trainee mission. )

after the greetings, HYUNCHEOL begins by telling them the purpose of the meeting, “some of you may have been aware of heard of ‘TEAM UNKNOWN’ before and we’ve gathered all of you here for that. the outcome and process may seem unknown to all of you, but we have some long-term plans in store.”

GROUP EVALUATION

“with the help of our two coaches here,” HYUNCHEOL points towards YOUNGJAE and INSUNG. “all of you will be focusing on your performance skills for the first half in preparation for your GROUP EVALUATION. the coaches will hand you the necessary information pertaining to this evaluation.”

in the files, these are the three songs that the trainees will have to learn and prepare:

BEAUTIFUL PAIN - BTOB

CAN’T LET YOU GO EVEN IF I DIE - 2AM ( ACAPELLA )

MISSING YOU – BTOB

lyrics distributions for this can be found over HERE.

“for some of you that may be familiar with these songs or artists, you can safely assume that we’ve assigned you to sing BALLAD songs.” HYUNCHEOL states before letting the coaches give additional commentary.

INSUNG chimed in proudly, “since this is my strength, all of you will be spending plenty of time with me learning how to sing and convey the emotions of the song. we expect your group performances to move us, so you will be learning quite a lot about SINGING, PERFORMANCE, and ACTING, which are the three important skills in performing those emotional ballads. for the handful of people who are lucky in those areas, we will set even higher expectations. as for our rappers, you will also be taught how to rap for two of the songs assigned to you, but will be spending the majority of your time on the skills mentioned.” YOUNGJAE added, “it also means that for one of the assigned songs, ‘CAN’T LET YOU GO EVEN IF I DIE’, everyone will be doing it in acapella. it’s a test on everyone’s skills along with your teamwork so consider it as one of your biggest challenges for this part of the evaluation.”

SPECIALTIES

near the end of the meeting, HYUNCHEOL will inform the trainees that they will be having a brief one on one meeting with YOUNGJAE or INSUNG afterwards. during this time, each trainee will be shown on the tablet screen one column with categories listed: CHARISMA ( ACTING ), ENTERTAINMENT ( HOSTING ), PERSONALITY ( VARIETY ), VISUAL ( MODELING ), CREATIVITY ( MUSIC/LYRIC COMPOSITION AND/OR CHOREOGRAPHY ). the trainee will have to rank the five categories from 1-5, with 1 being what they think they think they’re the best at and 5 being what they think they are the worst at.

ooc wise, it is advised to choose what suits your muse and that whatever your muse chooses for this will impact the course of the team unknown outcome. please submit the following form to the lgcmanager blog before APRIL 27, 2024 11:59PM EDT.

MUSE NAME ∙ TU MISSION SPECIALTIES - SPECIALTIES: ( rank from 1-5 the following skills, with 1 being what they think they’re the best at and 5 being what they think they’re the worst at; CHARISMA ( ACTING ), ENTERTAINMENT ( HOSTING ), PERSONALITY ( VARIETY ), VISUAL ( MODELING ), CREATIVITY ( MUSIC/LYRIC COMPOSITION AND/OR CHOREOGRAPHY ) )

SCHEDULES

to get a general idea of how the schedules will look like during this time, it will be as follows:

WEEK 1 ( APRIL 8 – 13 ): intensive singing lessons ( and rapping for HYUNTAE, JUNKYU, and MINJUN too ). preparation for ‘BEAUTIFUL PAIN’.

WEEK 2 ( APRIL 15-20 ): intensive performance lessons ( focusing more on being charismatic and standing out on stage, this will also overlap with WEEK 3 lesson material wise ). preparation for ‘MISSING YOU’.

WEEK 3 ( APRIL 22-27 ): intensive acting lessons ( focusing on conveying the emotional messages in performing, will also include bits of musical acting to help with becoming a better singer ). preparation for ‘CAN’T LET YOU GO EVEN IF I DIE’.

WEEK 4 ( APRIL 28- MAY 10 ): refining the details for the group evaluation performances ( includes dancing for the btob songs )

MAY 11: group evaluation performances

since this mission will have two parts, there will be no feedback on the group evaluations in the next half of the mission. instead the feedback for that will be done after Q2. in addition to this, the trainees ( specifically NATHAN, JAEJIN, JUNKYU, and MINJUN ) will be joining the NKND muses with working on their LANGUAGES. more information about that can be found in a separate post. any of the trainees not mentioned can attend the language workshops, but it is not mandatory for them.

REQUIREMENTS

GROUP EVALUATION PREP: write a 4 replies ( 2 posts per mun; minimum 8 lines ) with another team unknown trainee about anything related to/happening during the schedule above for +10 POINTS TO SINGING, PERFORMANCE, or ACTING !

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:tumission for all of the tasks. you have until MAY 4, 2024 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog.

MUSE NAME ∙ TEAM UNKNOWN MISSION 004 - GROUP EVALUATION PREP: +10 ( singing, performance, or acting ) [ LINK ]

#lgc:event #lgc:q22024 #lgc:tumission

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complete-in-ix · 2 years ago

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This Side Of Paradise

Rated: G Warning(s): None

Description: Yedam has always wanted to be a star, a beacon to light up other people's dark nights. However, there's one drawback to being another's light: No one will be there to be his Polaris—or so he thinks. Enter Kim Doyoung. Distant at first, but bright and beautiful, a star just like him. They're both surrounded by dark loneliness on all sides, but maybe—just maybe, they can find their way through it with each other's shine. (Spoiler alert: They do)

(Read on Ao3)

Ask me why my heart's inside my throat

I've never been in love, I've been alone

Yedam feels strange. Almost eight whole years of balancing school, training, and his second survival show without ever getting so choked—up like this, like his heart has crawled to his throat. It’s not like he would have died without company, he doesn’t need a clique of friends or some cliche teenage love story. His parents and a few of his mentors occasionally express concern over the fact that there are few people that could actually be considered his close friends, but he doesn’t see the issue. He keeps up enough of a social life to not drown in the combined responsibilities of being a top student and YG’s prodigy trainee. It really isn’t that big of a deal to him.

At least, that’s what he tells them.

Feel like I've been living life asleep

Love so strong it makes me feel so weak

In reality, there’s a hollow inside his chest that gets scraped wider every time he watches the people around him, so bright in each other’s presence, so warm. He sees it the most prominently in his hyungs; the way Seunghun will cuddle up to Byounggon after a long day, the way Hyunsuk and Jihoon will bicker as a form of flirting, the way Yoshinori clings to Mashiho and Hyunsuk like a pair of lifelines: one leading back home and the other anchoring him to his new place, the way Junkyu and Mashiho so effortlessly clicked and bonded from early on, the way Jaehyuk so tenderly watches over Asahi. It’s not exactly painful, but there are times where he wishes he could have someone who could awaken his heart like that. The logical, goal—oriented side of him scoffs at their theatrics, finds them weak for swaying to their partners so easily, but the emotional side of him that he does his best to keep neatly tucked away is persistent, whispers to him in his sleep during dark and lonely nights: How strong must their love be, then, to render their bodies so weak?

Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?)

Our fingers dancing when they meet

“Are you lonely?” That seems to be a question he gets a lot, both from other people and from himself. He tries his best to answer, but what he finds only leads to more questions. In a general sense, no. He’s made enough friends to keep himself satisfied, and he’s close enough to them to be able to make deep conversations. One of said friends is even close enough to him that the line between friendship and something else is extremely blurred, yet he still yearns for something . Something more, something different, he can’t quite tell. For now, he’s satisfied with his bond with Kim Doyoung. He treats him well, both as a hyung and a more—than—friend. Their attachment is so deep that they understand each other with just a single word or a glance, and they both have trouble envisioning a future without the other. Yedam doesn’t like thinking about that, determined to make it to the end with Doyoung’s hand in his, their fingers intertwined when they meet at the finish line for the last dance of this godforsaken show. It’s sappy, and maybe a little out—of—character for him, but as long as the cameras aren’t rolling, he can afford to have a little distraction.

Like how Doyoung has been acting a little off ever since he noticed his own strange feelings.

You seem so lonely (Are you lonely?)

I'll be the only dream you seek

His dear friend, the almost perpetual ray of sunshine in his life, has dimmed over the past few weeks. There’s hardly enough time to talk without a camera rolling these days and any slips of truly free time they have is spent either catching up on practice or rest, so a true heart—to—heart with him would be hard to come by. Still, he tries his best to help him, distract him from the rainclouds in his heart for a moment at least. A question in the form of a look from across the practice room, one that not even the keenest camera could pick up on: “Are you lonely?” An answer in Doyoung’s uncharacteristically dark eyes, the way doesn’t smile even as his favourite song is blasting in the small practice room. “Yes. Nightmares again,” they say. Perhaps a daydream in the form of Yedam’s presence could chase away the exhaustion they left behind. He dances his way across the room, holding out a hand for Doyoung to take. “May I have this dance?” he wants to say, but the cameras are rolling and he doesn’t want to show any more than he has to.

So if you're lonely, no need to show me

If you're lonely come be lonely with me

Doyoung gazes at him in confusion as he takes his hand, but no words are needed to explain as Yedam pulls him to his feet. They’ve gotten quite good at communicating without them while they’re living under the constant watch of cameras, and Yedam has enough experience that he’ll know what Doyoung is thinking without him even having to show it. Sometimes it’s hard to pretend that he doesn’t, which is a little hard when he’s cuddled up against Doyoung’s side and he can feel how badly Doyoung wants to kiss him. He’s quick to push those thoughts away; now isn’t the time. As much as he yearns, this moment is for Doyoung alone.

They’re both stars burning bright against the dark backdrop of their uncertain futures, but Doyoung is growing cold while Yedam is still warm and he fears that Doyoung might collapse in a silent heat death, so he pulls him into his orbit and sends off something of a solar flare to light him back up, dancing and jumping about so intensely that he’s sure the viewers will worry for him. He finds he doesn’t care as much as he should; it all pales in comparison to how much he just wants to see Doyoung smile like he means it again. If it takes going a little cold to keep him warm, then so be it.

After all, it’s better to be lonely with someone else than to be lonely alone, right?

Lonely (Are you lonely?)

Passion is crashing as we speak

He doesn’t have to wait long, catching the ghost of a smile on Doyoung’s lips as sneaks into his room a few days later. Yedam’s presence is unexpected but not unwelcome, if the way Doyoung lifts the covers for him to get in says anything. He’s quick to pull Doyoung into his embrace as soon as he’s comfortable, barely resisting the urge to press a kiss to his forehead in the process. He’s lonely, Yedam can tell, and it hurts his heart.

“What are you doing here, hyung?” Doyoung asks, a soft whisper that sends Yedam’s defenses crashing straight down.

“I noticed you seemed a little off earlier today, I thought you could use some company,” Yedam murmurs, equally as soft and tinged with ten times more love. “If you want me to leave, I’ll go.”

“No, don’t leave,” Doyoung whispers. His hand comes up to hold Yedam’s, oh—so—shyly guiding it to his waist and Yedam feels like he’s drowning, but it’s fine, the water’s warm anyway. “Hyung, I…”

You seem so lonely (Are you lonely?)

You're the ground my feet won't reach

“... I want you.” I know, I know, I know. Yedam can tell by the way Doyoung won’t meet his eyes, the way he bites the inside of his lip. Yedam is so, so tempted to lean in, kiss his sorrows away until the whole world has disappeared and it’s just the two of them. He could, and Doyoung wouldn’t resist him. He just has to take that one step, but neither of them are stable right now and taking any steps in this low gravity might mean their feet never touch the ground again.

Space is dangerous. They can’t drift off now, not until they have a sound shuttle at least.

So if you're lonely

Darling you're glowing

If you're lonely, come be lonely with me

“Sleep, Doyoung—ah. I’ll still be here in the morning.” He whispers, “Tell me then.”

Doyoung hums and buries himself deeper in Yedam’s embrace, too tired to protest. Yedam waits and watches as he falls asleep, finally relaxing in his arms and content for the first time in weeks. He’s glad his heart no longer races in Doyoung’s presence, or else it would have taken much longer to see him glow like this again.

That isn’t to say that Yedam no longer loves Doyoung, heavens no. It’s just that he’s grown past the infatuation that had collapsed the both of them when they had first met. Stars can be formed when molecular clouds collide with each other, sending shocked matter through said clouds and throwing off their thermodynamic equilibrium, triggering a collapse and the birth of a star cluster; and that’s how Yedam would describe their relationship.

They had been content on their own in the beginning, until one fateful meeting sent them into a spiral of tension and intrigue. They had been storming inside during their every meeting, emotions crumbling and reforming as they drew each other into their gravities. Now, they shine together, bright against the dark backdrop of their futures. It does get a little lonely being on separate teams sometimes, but just being able to see each other or sneak off to the studio to compose and be alone together makes it bearable.

Underneath the pale moonlight

Dreaming of a circus life

Yedam dreams that they’re dancing on the Han River that night. The moon, bright and tranquil, hangs low in the sky and provides a dance floor on the water for them; a pleasant break from the solar intensity of their mutual longing. Almost no words are exchanged, and the music they dance to is something he won’t remember upon waking, but that’s alright. All that matters is Doyoung smiling with that special sparkle in his eye that’s only for Yedam, leading him down the river with one hand in his and the other on his waist.

A carnival appears by the riverside after a while, and maybe it doesn’t make sense, but then again, dreams are never really supposed to.

Carousels and Ferris heights

I'll be yours if you'll be mine

Doyoung gives him a look and all of a sudden they’re in the carriage seat of a carousel running full speed ahead, fast enough that Yedam has to cling to Doyoung’s arm like the meek protagonist of a cliche romance drama, but it’s alright because Doyoung in his dream is laughing and holding him tight and the Doyoung in reality will never know what happens in Yedam’s dreams about him.

Another look and three words that Yedam only hears in his dreams and they’re at the top of a ferris wheel with the moon smiling down at them. Doyoung looks so gorgeous like this, bathed in pale light and watching the river below them. He lets Yedam curl up against his side as usual, pressing a kiss to his head in that shameless way he always does. Something feels different about this dream as they sit in silence, building and building as they ascend to the top of the wheel. Doyoung seems unaffected, so Yedam doesn’t speak on it. Better to keep this dream quiet than turn it into a nightmare.

It stays silent until the very top of the wheel, where it comes creaking to a stop. There, Doyoung says the only words that Yedam will remember when he wakes up.

“Hyung, I want you to be mine.” God, of course Yedam would be, there’s no universe where he wouldn’t. Still, to protect his heart, there’s one condition.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine in return. Will you?”

Cause I'm lonely, I'm so lonely

If you hold me, I'll be your only

Yedam wakes up alone before he can get an answer. The sheets are still warm, and he wraps himself up in them to pretend like he had gotten one. Hmm, perhaps he’s lonelier than he first thought. Pondering his dream, a sudden burst of emotion catches him by surprise. All this time, all the hours in the studio, all the breakdowns on camera, all the soft words exchanged in darkness behind closed doors, even the few cheek kisses he had managed to push the limit of platonic for… He had already done everything needed for something to finally come out from this game of longing that they’ve been playing. Perhaps another collapse is needed, because Yedam’s star—shaped heart is growing heavy under the weight of his emotions and it’s going to break down into a supernova soon if they keep going like this.

Maybe it won’t be so bad if he does. Neutron stars sometimes remain and glow on after novas, so maybe he could move on and set Doyoung free if Venus decides to spare him. However, it’s the other possibility that he fears. Black holes are indiscriminate in their destruction, sucking in everything and warping them beyond recognition or salvation on their way down to hell knows where. Yedam has always considered himself a calm, rational person, but if things go wrong enough that he breaks… He doesn’t want to think about it.

Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?)

Our fingers dancing when they meet

The bed dipping behind him as Doyoung returns finally snaps him from his spiraling thoughts. He undoes Yedam’s cocoon of blankets to hold him properly, entwining his fingers with the hand that Yedam’s holding over his heart, warm and safe. Yedam could cry.

“Hyung, what’s wrong?”

Oh. he already is.

He can’t speak, scared that he’ll open his mouth and fifteen times the mass of the fucking planet earth’s worth of feelings are going to drop down on Doyoung, and he can’t do that to him. He just squeezes Doyoung’s hand a little tighter, hoping to convey the words that he can’t say.

“... Are you lonely, hyung?”

You seem so lonely (Are you lonely?)

I'll be the only dream you seek

Yes. God, yes. But that isn’t something he can say, not when Doyoung needs comfort more than him. He’ll keep Doyoung in his orbit, but only seek him out in his dreams. It’s better that way, safer for both of their hearts.

Still, Doyoung is insistent, sighing softly and pulling Yedam's back flush against his chest. He's so warm it shakes Yedam to the core, his fragile heart threatening to crack under the proximity. Please, stop… You can’t know how much I love you. I shouldn’t want you to love me back this badly...

So if you're lonely, no need to show me

If you're lonely, come be lonely with me

"You don't have to say anything, it's okay. I know." Doyoung whispers, his thumb gently caressing the back of Yedam's hand. "You've always been there for me when I'm feeling down. It's my turn now." It’s everything that Yedam needs to hear, the spark that he needs if he wants to keep burning, yet it pains him just as much as if Doyoung had violently spurned him. He whimpers in pain and Doyoung hums in sympathy, pressing a kiss to the junction between his shoulder and neck. “I’m sorry it took me so long, hyung. I’ve been scared, but you’ve given me the courage to finally tell you, I… I’m in love with you, hyung. I’m so sorry it took you being hurt for me to quit being so complacent.”

Yedam finally manages to breathe, ragged and stuttering. Every word, every little action that he had received from Doyoung since he had returned to him was a thundering rain cloud over the drought—ravaged riverbank of his heart that had been crumbling under the solar wrath of his yearning. Unaccustomed to the sudden rapids, his banks swell and burst, shattering the damn that had held back the tears he had been trying to stop. Doyoung holds him through the flood, whispering soft apologies and affirmations until he can calm down, let his love sink in and steady him.

“No fair,” Yedam chokes out, “I’m supposed to be the one holding you together when you’re hurting.”

“Not when you’re hurting more than me, hyung,” Doyoung murmurs. “I should have noticed sooner… Both your feelings and the way you’ve been falling apart for me.” He plays with Yedam’s hands as he speaks, melting him further.

“I hoped you wouldn’t, to be honest. I didn’t mind being lonely as long as I can be there for you.” The way Yedam clings to Doyoung’s hands greatly contrasts his words, and Doyoung sighs.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Doyoung grumbles, though his voice holds no venom. “From now on, if you’re lonely, you have to come be lonely with me, okay? I want to love you more than I do now, to make up for me hurting you.”

Maybe it’s cheesy, maybe it doesn’t exactly eliminate Yedam’s problems at the root, but god, it’s just so Doyoung. The same Doyoung whose meteor showers of affection always seemed so distant and unattainable, but now have him bracing for impact. He always figured he would go down like Cassini, de—orbiting and confessing once he started to break down under his feelings and burning up in the atmosphere of Doyoung letting him down easily, but being knocked into romantic orbit by Doyoung’s own confession is decidedly much better.

“Okay. Let’s be lonely together, then.”

Are you lonely?

Passion is crashing as we speak

Enduring this god—forsaken competition becomes a little easier with Doyoung's light by his side after that night, if not more high—stakes. They already hide their friendship from the cameras well, and a relationship is no different; if anything they hide so well that their fans worry there was a falling out. If only they knew how much time the two lonely souls spent together, crashing into each other after spending the day apart. It’s getting to the point where Yedam worries he’s being a bother, but Doyoung always welcomes his clinging. Admittedly he’s gotten better at handling distance between them now that there's no risk of getting separated, but his touch is still an anchor after the absolute hell they had gone through together.

Like now, the night before their debut.

They’re in Yedam’s room this time, the door closed and locked against any knocking hyungs. Doyoung technically isn’t supposed to be here, but a pout and a few words about inspiration for a new song got him past Hyunsuk at the door easily. Yedam has half a mind to scold him for it, but Doyoung crashing onto his lips and lap easily extinguishes the words on the tip of his tongue. Like an asteroid getting dragged away from Earth by Jupiter, Yedam easily switches all his attention to Doyoung, his homework be damned.

He hadn’t realized how much he had missed kissing Doyoung, the tension of weeks of being too tired from practice and schoolwork and TMap filming and his own solo debut for anything other than a lingering hug finally bleeding from his shoulders. He sighs and Doyoung tilts his head just so, and all of a sudden he’s reeling from the impact of all the passion he didn’t know he had been repressing.

You seem so lonely

You're the ground my feet won't reach

Doyoung smirks against his lips, pulling back with a purr of “I knew you missed me.”

“S’lonely without you,” he huffs, meeting Doyoung’s self—satisfied grin with a half—lidded glare. He’s so close, Yedam can see the mini galaxies in his eyes. As if he couldn’t get any more gorgeous…

Doyoung kisses him again before he can think of anything else, cupping his face and disconnecting them from gravity just like how Yedam had longed to do months ago. They had kissed before; quick meteor—like moments stolen during precious seconds of unsupervised free time—bright, but never long enough to truly capture and savor. This, however, is an aurora: languid, intense, vibrant, and utterly breathtaking. Funny how just a press of the lips and the occasional swipe of a tongue will have Yedam so dazed that he can’t feel his feet reach the ground, clinging to Doyoung to ground himself, but then again it’s Doyoung , and Doyoung has impacted him in so many ways that their souls have become entwined, so there’s no use trying to resist.

So if you're lonely

Darling you're glowing

If you're lonely, come be lonely with me

They have to separate for air eventually, though they stay close in each other’s orbits, close enough that they can still feel the heat from each other’s atmospheres. Yedam drops his head onto Doyoung’s shoulder, his chest heavy with the hollow that’s no longer there. He has to collect his thoughts before he can bear to look at Doyoung again, connect the dots to form the constellation that is the epiphany he had finally come to realize in the past week of missing him. He presses a kiss to Doyoung’s neck for good luck, not missing the way his breath hitches as he does.

“Doyoung—ah.”

His pupils are blown wide when Yedam meets his gaze, glowing with anticipation and unadulterated love at the call of his name. He’s so bright that Yedam nearly falters until he remembers that he would probably see that same glow if he looked in the mirror.

“Damie—hyung?”

“You know, I’ve always loved thinking of myself as a star. Not just like an idol, but like a real star, up in space. My passion and dreams are my gravity, and it’s strong enough to generate my drive to be who I am now and improve that, my light and heat. I see everyone as stars, really, but you were one of the first to pull me into your orbit along with Hyunsuk—hyung and Jihoon—hyung. All of us, we’re orbiting around the same dream of debuting, our barycenter. You, though… We have our own, the one that I found the day I saw you leaning by yourself against the practice room wall. It was there the whole time, drawing us together. I think it was our shared loneliness, at first, but now it’s something different... ” Yedam pauses to lean forward and press his forehead against Doyoung’s so he’ll feel the weight of his next words. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m orbiting around how much I love you, Doyoung.”

Doyoung is blinking back tears at this point, his breath shaky and coming in sobs. Yedam watches him swallow, watches the way his tongue darts out to wet his kiss—swollen lips before he speaks.

“You don’t have to be lonely anymore, hyung. You’ve been there for me at my worst, and I promised I’d be there for yours. I know it took me a long time, and I should have loved you more than I did when I realized—”

“You didn’t—”

“—but now I finally understand. I know what true love is, and it’s the gravity that pulled me in, it’s the way you still keep shining even when your light is flickering and any normal person would have blown out by then. It’s the way you look at me when no one else is looking, the way you can never get your hands off me whenever I’m within reach. You may be orbiting around your love, but I’m getting bombarded by mine. Now I know how the moon felt, constantly getting hit by asteroids.”

A moment of silence passes between the two, the calm after a pair of supernovas. Twin neutron stars are left in their wake, tears streaming down their faces as they return to Earth, back down to two boys in YG’s idol dorms, one in the other’s lap. Yedam recovers first, pulling Doyoung the rest of the way down with a kiss. They both smile against each other’s lips, still exhilarated from their confessions. The exhaustion will catch up to them soon, but Yedam still has one last question.

“Be my boy, Doyoung?”

“Only if you’ll be mine.”

#this side of paradise #treasure #dodam #canon compliant #annual #i remember trying to hide the song lyrics with html tricks on ao3 but that didn't work lmao #anyway i wrote this like mid-pandemic so I'm sure you can spot all my issues through this fic

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milkybonya · 3 years ago

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heartbroken

order 003 for anon: a large banana milk tea with strawberry popping boba for treasure’s Yedam

Warnings: angst, crying, explicit language, threats, violence

Summary: where Yedam is the badboy! at school and he has a soft spot for you ^-^ you somehow end up as his tutor and.. yeah :")

[a/n]: idk why it's so hard for me to imagine Yedam as a bad boy??? i hope i wrote this well T.T i love the badboy! concept tho hehe so i loved this,, aLSO I'M SORRY FOR SACRIFICING JEONGWOO LIKE THIS JEONGWOO ILY <3 i feel like i kind of unconsciously wrote Yedam as resembling Han Seo Jun from True Beauty hmmmm also i’ve been listening to a lot of Kang Daniel lately and am falling hard for that man so if you see this pls send Kang Daniel pics thx ily

"Everyone move the fuck aside and let me through," Yedam growls, speaking to the crowd that's blocking the classroom door. No one listens so he barges through, pushing people down to the ground if he has to just to get to class.

He doesn't care about why they've all gathered, or the poor student that has fainted at the door. He simply sits at his desk, props his feet up and closes his eyes to take a nap as all the students wonder what they should do.

"Yedam, what the hell?! Now is not the time for sleeping. A student has fainted and all you do is push people aside so you can nap at your desk?"

Yedam opens his eyes and pushes up the shades he's wearing. No one has ever spoken to him like this before, and even the students tending to the fainted person are shocked overhearing this. A relatively quiet student yelling at Yedam?

Who's this? Yedam wonders to himself, staring you up and down. He catches a glimpse of your name tag: [y/n]. I've never met this person- ... oh.

The one memory with you that he remembers: him falling off the top of the soccer goal post in an empty field just last year after class had already ended; you leaving the library and finding him there. Despite being scared of him and wanting to just leave, you approached him and gave him a piggy back all the way to the nearest hospital. He remembers the searing pain in his leg and how fast you tried to run, the wind blowing your hair in all directions as you shouted words of comfort into the wind: "It's gonna be okay! We'll get to the hospital soon, I promise."

When he later told his friend, Haruto about it, Haruto said, "I would've left you there and never looked back."

Even though Yedam knew he was joking, he can't forget how kind your actions were that day.

Is this why he isn't getting mad at you even though you're yelling in his face?

"Just let me take a nap," is all he says to you, sliding his sunglasses back down on his face. You shake your head at him before leaving the classroom, rushing to tell the teacher about the fainted student.

From that day, Yedam decides he won't leave you alone. For what reason? No one knows, not even him.

"Sir!"

"Yes, Yedam, what is your question?" the teacher asks, turning around from the blackboard to face the class.

"Can I change my seat?" Yedam asks.

The class laughs until Yedam shoots a glare in everyone’s direction.

"We're in the middle of a mathematics lesson, Yedam. Talk to me about it later."

"It's an emergency!"

"What's the emergency?"

"I need to sit here," Yedam says, getting up from his spot and walking to the seat on your right, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"And why's that?" the teacher asks, crossing his arms.

"Because... it's closer to the blackboard?"

Your heart is nervously racing throughout this interaction. Never in a million years would you want Yedam, the school's most renowned bad boy to sit beside you. Never.

"You've been sitting in the back for years. What's the problem?" the teacher asks.

"There's a problem. Very big one."

Yedam sits on the desk of that innocent student, sitting on their notes and crossing his arms.

"Yedam, can we talk about this later-"

"Nope. Hey... Junkyu? Can you move to my spot?" Yedam asks the student. One fierce glare from him is enough to get the student to pack up and clear the desk out.

"See? problem sorted," Yedam tells the teacher, sitting at his new spot beside you.

The teacher worriedly looks at you, noticing your discomfort.

"Well, we need to hurry on with the lesson so we'll talk about this later, okay?" the teacher explains, looking at both you and Yedam.

For the rest of the lesson, Yedam does nothing but stare at you. You don't look at him, not even once, but you can feel his eyes on you. It makes you lose focus, even though you're trying your best to take notes.

He's memorizing all of your features. the curve of your nose and lips, the colour of your eyes and how they look in the sunlight. He doesn't know why, but he just wants to look at you.

Finally, when the lesson ends and the teacher asks both of you to follow him to his office, you slam your arms down on your desk and glare at Yedam.

"Can you stop staring at me? I haven't been able to focus and you're making me uncomfortable!" you yell, silencing the chatter of the classroom.

Yedam gulps.

"I can't focus either, cause of you," Yedam says with a wink, resting his head on his palm.

You cough, shocked at his words.

"What are you saying?" you choke out.

"Let's go to the teacher's office. Whatever he says, tell him you're helping me with my studies so I need to sit beside you."

"And if I don't?" you challenge Yedam.

Yedam simply glares at you with his sharp eyes and you decide to comply.

As he lopes out of the class in a relaxed manner, you rush along behind him. In the teacher's office, you sit beside one another and across from your teacher, who sighs before he speaks.

"Yedam, I can tell [y/n] is uncomfortable with your actions. They don't want to be sitting beside you so please go back to your usual spot for the next class, okay?"

The teacher only speaks to Yedam, not even looking in your direction or asking for your opinion. You understand his intentions, but it still upsets you a little...

Yedam looks at you instead, an expectant expression on his face. Although you find him extremely annoying, his look is enough encouragement to get you to speak, even though you're about to say a bunch of lies.

"But sir, I've actually been helping Yedam with his studies these days," you croak out, gaining more confidence with each word you speak.

"Have you?" the teacher asks, raising his brow.

"They have, and you'll be seeing my improved grades soon," Yedam says, nudging you with a smirk.

"Well... if that's true, then alright. I'd better see those improved grades," the teacher says.

Yedam bites his lip while grinning, clearly glad that he'll be allowed to sit with you. On the other hand, you sigh. Who knows what kind of trouble this will bring for you...

After that meeting, the two of you sit beside one another in your next class. You feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as Yedam stares at you from your right. The rest of the class has their eyes on you, too, wondering why Yedam is still sitting beside you.

"Can you please... stop staring at me," you whisper under your breath.

"I don't want to," Yedam says with a smile, continuing to look at you while his head is being held up by his palm, elbow propped up on his desk.

"I bet that [y/n] somehow seduced Yedam. They may look quiet, but they might be the slyest person on this planet," a classmate suggests from behind you.

Yedam's chair screeches backwards from beside you and he stands up, his arms swinging slightly at his sides.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Yedam asks, turning around to the classmate who was speaking nonsense. His face looks extremely angry - you've never seen him like this before.

The classmate puffs up their chest, trying to look stronger than they really are.

"I said [y/n] seduced you! And what?"

"You idiot," Yedam hisses, taking a few strides forward and smacking them in the face.

Instead of fighting back, the classmate doesn't budge. They have their head down, slowly reaching their hand up to their injured cheek.

Yedam crouches down to the seated student to meet their eyes.

"[y/n] never seduced me and never will. We've all been classmates for so long, you still can't recognize one another? Stop the bullshit. If I hear this again, it'll be more than your face that'll be harmed, you hear me?"

"Yedam, that's enough," you say, tugging at the back of his uniform blazer.

He finally turns around after a while, greeting you with such a bright smile that you wonder if he's forgotten everything that just happened.

"So, [y/n], are you gonna help me study or what?" Yedam asks you, returning to his seat."

"What do you mean?" you ask, confused.

"The teacher is expecting improved grades, so of course we should show him that, shouldn't we?"

The way Yedam tilts his head to one side while smiling at you makes your breath falter for a second.

"I-I guess we should," you stutter. Why are you suddenly getting so nervous around a jerk like Yedam? No but firstly, why is he being so nice to you?

"Okay, everyone! Class is starting, get to your- what happened to Jeongwoo?" the teacher asks, pointing to the classmate who Yedam smacked.

Jeongwoo's cheek is red and he has some ice pressed up against it.

"Got hit by a baseball. He's never paying attention to the right things," Yedam says, shaking his head.

The teacher thankfully shrugs things off. If not, Yedam would have been in deep trouble.

You release the breath you didn’t realize you’ve been holding and Yedam pokes you with the eraser end of his pencil.

“Library after school today, okay?” he whispers. You nod.

Yedam watches you neatly pack up your things with his arms crossed, unconsciously smiling at the way you make sure everything is in the right part of your bag before you sling it over your shoulders and declare that you’re ready to go.

“You don’t mind taking a motorbike ride real quick, do you?” Yedam asks, glancing at you as the two of you walk down the hallway.

Shit. You’d forgotten that Yedam has a motorbike and takes the thing everywhere with him. Even though you’re a little scared to ride it with him, if that’s what he’s suggesting, you’re more scared to say ‘no’ to Yedam, so you simply nod.

Yedam is quick to notice the way you gulp, though, and how you nervously fidget with your hands as you walk, taking shaky steps.

They’re nervous... he tells himself. I’d better treat them well.

Yedam hands you his spare helmet. When you hesitate to take it from him, he places it over your head himself, knocking on it to show how protective it is.

“In case anything happens, I promise I won’t let you get hurt, okay?” he tells you, holding out his pinkie finger.

You let out a scoff at his unexpected childishness, but still loop your pinkie around his.

“I’m not scared, you know,” you exert, swinging your right leg around the motorbike as you take a seat behind Yedam.

“Sure.”

Before you can even blink, Yedam starts the motorbike and whizzes off. You’re forced to wrap your arms tightly around him out of fear, and he smiles under your warm embrace.

“You can just grab onto my blazer instead, you know,” he yells into the wind. You hear him, but pretend you didn’t. You’re too scared to move your hands right now.

After getting over some of the fear, you raise your head and admire the moving blue sky above you, the way the trees stand at the edge of the skyline and how the wind seems to surge through your veins as well as directly through you.

You don’t even realize you’ve arrived until Yedam tells you, helping you get off the bike. Regaining your senses, you stare at the glass building in front of you.

“Yedam... why are we here?” you ask him in shock. This mans really brought you to the library that’s on the other side of the city.

“I just wanted to enjoy a fun bike ride with you,” he mumbles, walking up the steps to the library.

Once the two of you find a spot, you don’t waste any time in getting right to work.

“So... what subject do you struggle with the most?”

“[y/n],” he mumbles.

“What?”

“Uh... math.”

“Okay... let’s get started with that, then.”

As you talk, Yedam loses focus, getting lost in the sweet tone of your voice, the way your hands move as you talk, and your precious lips.

“Yedam? What’s the answer to this question?” you ask, pointing to the equation you’ve written on the paper before you.

“Uh... I don’t know,” he admits.

You sigh.

“I just explained to you how you should solve this! Did you not understand or were you not listening?”

“Um... I kind of just want to kiss you right now,” Yedam mumbles under his breath, smiling up at you with a slightly reddened face.

“What? Yedam, you’ve been mumbling all day today and it’s been scaring me.”

“Scaring you? No no, I don’t mean to scare you-”

Both of your phones vibrate on the desk and you glance at one another. You check yours and find out it’s a message from the class groupchat.

Jeongwoo: guys guys! [y/n] and Yedam are at the library across town studying together! i’m telling you, something is up...

Junkyu: says who?

Jeongwoo: sent a photo.

When you look at the photo, it’s of you and Yedam at the very desk you’re sitting at right now. Suddenly, you feel anxious. Has someone been following you? For how long?

Yedam: whichever one of you hoes is following us better fucking stop before i show up at your house and set it on fire. istg please leave us the FUCK ALONE!

Jeongwoo: shit i didn’t mean to send this to the class groupchat...

Yedam slams his phone down and looks carefully around the library.

“I found him,” he whispers before getting up and running across the library. You try to follow his trail and find someone wearing your school uniform running away with Yedam chasing closely behind.

If a fight breaks out because of you, you won’t be able to forgive yourself... you rush after them and follow them to the parking lot, which is luckily quite busy. You know Yedam won’t start a fight in such a busy place...

“You asshole, did Jeongwoo set you up to this?” Yedam grunts, grabbing your classmate by his collar.

“N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Yedam growls.

“Guys, please stop! This parking lot is full of people-”

“Leave me alone!” the boy yells at the top of his lungs. People start to stare and Yedam lets go of his collar, dusting himself off. The veins on his neck are visible, showing his anger.

“If you do anything like this again, you’ll be in for it,” Yedam says to the boy before he runs away.

“[y/n], I’m so sorry-”

“Yedam, if this is what it’s gonna be like for me to help you study then I don’t want to do it!”

“I know, but-”

“Yedam, I’m scared,” you admit, starting to tear up slightly.

Yedam doesn’t know what to do, so he just sadly watches you as you cover your face and try not to cry. Then, you feel his arms around you as he presses his body against yours.

“I’m sorry, [y/n], I just... I’m sorry for putting you in this situation but I just... wanted to spend some time with you and-”

“You call this spending time with me?!” you sob into his chest.

“I’ll make them pay...”

“No, Yedam. I’ve had enough of your revenge and violence and... I just want to go back to my quiet life. Even a day spent like this has been too much for me.”

Yedam pulls away and steps back.

“I’ll pack up my stuff from the library. Please don’t talk to me ever again.”

As you walk away, Yedam silently watches you, hating himself for the fact that his heart is breaking. Why is his heart breaking?

The next day, Yedam is in his usual spot somewhere behind you in class, trying to sleep with his head on the desk but being unable to because you still haven’t shown up and he’s worried.

The same thing happens the next day.

And the next.

At this point, you haven’t shown up for a week and Yedam is incredibly worried. He’s tried texting and calling you, but you haven’t replied. So he storms into the teachers’ office, demanding for your home address so he can visit you.

The teachers refuse for privacy reasons, but Yedam says he won’t leave the office until they give it to him, so they reluctantly do.

“You better not be going to bother [y/n] in any way, but to truly just visit them.”

“Do I look like I would bother [y/n]?”

“Yes.”

Yedam scoffs, leaving the office with your address in his hands. He leaves the school right then and there too, not caring about the rest of his classes for that day.

After an hour of getting lost on his motorbike searching for your home, he finally finds it. Slightly sweaty and incredibly tired, he knocks on your door, praying that you’ll open it.

“Who is it?” you sleepily ask, opening the door. Your first reaction is to slam the door shut as soon as you see Yedam, but he stops you.

“Please, [y/n],” he begs. “I’ve been searching for your house for an hour and I’m so tired... just let me in.”

Your pure and wholesome soul can’t say no to this, so you invite him in, quickly bringing him a glass of water.

“Why haven’t you been at school?”

“I think you know why,” you say, sitting on the couch next to Yedam’s.

“Because of me?”

You nod.

Yedam sighs.

“[y/n], you shouldn’t stop coming to school because-”

“The kids have stopped talking about us now, right? So I’ll come back, don’t worry.”

“Ah... right,” Yedam says with a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“Why are you even... here?” you ask him.

“To check on you?” he says in a sarcastic tone, as if it should be obvious.

“Why?”

“Because I-” like you. He almost says it but stops himself, knowing that now is not the right time but also because what the heck?! He likes you?! Since when?! These feelings have been growing so fast on their own that Yedam can’t even keep up with them.

“Because?” you urge him.

“I was worried. Am I not allowed to be here?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t get why you would be worried.”

The truth is, you’re suspecting Yedam has developed feelings for you. You’re hoping it isn’t true, but you need to know. So you’re trying to get him to confess.

“I like you, [y/n], okay?! I know now isn’t the time but you keep putting so much pressure on me and I just...”

Your heart works harder than normal in your chest to keep blood flowing, and you wonder why. It’s not like you like Yedam or anything... right?

“I’m sorry, [y/n]. I’ll leave now,” he says, standing up and grabbing his helmet from where he left it at his feet.

Your heart races as you wonder if you should decide to do that thing you’re thinking about... should you... kiss him?

Ah, you don’t even like this jerk! Why would you do that?!

Exactly, why would you...? Why are you even considering this-

Before you know it, your body is moving on its own as you pull Yedam towards you and connect your lips to his. The sound of his helmet hitting the floor doesn’t hinder you from deepening the kiss as you realize that heck... maybe you really do like Yedam. Why else would you have butterflies?! You wouldn’t get butterflies from kissing someone you hate! Like you wouldn’t get butterflies from kissing trump-

okay sorry, i’ve lost myself here but i’m trying to say

the way Yedam is giving you butterflies is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, and the way he wraps his arm around your lower back, holding you close makes you...

Yedam pulls away, panting slightly.

“[y/n], what the fuck?”

��Yedam... I think I like you, too.”

“You think?” Yedam teases you, grinning.

“What was that for, then?” he asks, pointing to his lips.

“Shut up,” you say, walking past him and purposely bumping into his shoulder.

He grabs your arm and whirls you back around to face him.

“Just how the heck did we end up liking each other?” he asks you. But after looking at you for even a second, he knows. You’re beautiful, and he realized this the day you helped him when he was injured in that empty school field.

I guess for you, somehow this idiot made his way into your life, and his repeated efforts to win your love somehow rubbed off on you. But still, no one can make your heart race like Yedam does.

“[y/n] is back!”

“Yedam is sitting next to [y/n] again?”

“Are they holding hands?!”

You and Yedam sit side by side in class, discreetly holding hands under the desk while sharing earbuds. Sure, the whole class will probably talk and spread rumours about you dating Yedam, but who cares? You’ve found someone you love now, and that’s all that matters.

“Okay, class, let’s start the lesson,” the teacher says, only stopping to show a thumbs up and a wink in your and Yedam’s direction.

“What was that?” you ask Yedam, who smiles.

“I guess he’s showing his support for our newfound relationship?”

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jaesvelvet · 3 years ago

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jealousy jealousy — kim junkyu

words: 1.7k words

warning: grammartical errors,idk what i write does it make sense? reader being insecure!

pairing: junkyu+fem reader

notes: i want to publish my jihoon's ff but i haven't finish it yet since my school is starting soon😭 anyway this ff inspired by olvia rodrigo's song, jealousy jealousy (remember you're beautiful just like the way you are!!!🤍)

you couldn't help but grinned as you step into the famous YG building. it feels like a dream come true. you used to be a trainee in a small company for 5 months before decided to left, you realized that you didn't have the talent to be an idol, you're just average on everything, that's all. you gasped when you saw a huge screen in front of the escalator playing blackpink's mv on the screen. YG is that rich exactly like the news said.

"y/n!"

you turn, grinning widely at junkyu, who from the convenience store with some snacks on both of his hands. you waved at him and junkyu laugh in response

"i'm sorry for being late," he said, handing some bread to you

"no it's okay i just got here," you said

you and junkyu are best friends since high school, you're the one who supported junkyu's journey to debut, and junkyu was grateful to have a friend like you, junkyu always convince you to audition at YG but you refused since you now want to focus on your studies. but after junkyu accidentally saw a book full of lyrics song at your desk, he forced you to record one of the songs in his studio and release it on soundcloud so junkyu could promote the song to his fans.

of course, you reject the offer saying you can't sing and you don't want any attention in the university. a medical science student releases a song on a soundcloud, out of the blue, and treasure junkyu promoted her music?? no way!

however junkyu being junkyu, he didn't give up and keep encouraging you to record one of your songs, you didn't need to prepare anything just bring the lyrics and yourself, and the rest, he will work on it. after weeks tried to convince the you, you finally agreed with one term; which is junkyu need to buy you food. a lot of food.

"okay so here it's my studio, um it isn't something to brag about since half of the members have their studio," he said, opening the door of his studio showing his messy studio with a big portrait of treasure on the wall.

"you should clean your studio if you want to impress a girl kyu" you joked, getting a whine from junkyu mumbling that he would never see the world again if he brings a 'girlfriend' over.

junkyu pressed something on his keyboard and bass sound came out, making you flinch, the instrument that junkyu creates is mellow and kinda strident? as soon as you heard the instrument you know which lyrics from your lyrics book would go along and make a perfect song

"i have a perfect song for this" you excited, taking out your black notebook and turn to a back page—clearly the lyrics are fresh from the oven.

"okay i'm gonna play it and you sing the lyrics okay?"

you nodded and sing a little bit of the lyrics

"i kinda wanna throw

my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls

too good to be true"

"woah! it's perfect" junkyu gasped, amazed at how the instrument he made suits perfectly with your lyrics. you smile, you didn't suprised much since you know how much passion junkyu has in music.

"okay now you eat first, i'm gonna rearrange the lyrics to suit with the melody," he said and get a nod from you. you eat the bread that junkyu bought for you, you also eyeing the studio, it's kinda cold in here cause the space not too big and they put a big ass aircond on top of you.

junkyu notice your quiver, he rolled his eye when you only wearing a thin black shirt material, he scoffs before handing you his pink hoodie that he left in the studio yesterday.

"i won't turn off the aircond so you must wear this hoodie, it's been a week since i wash it," he said in a teasing voice, you frown yet you have no choice to wear the pink treasure hoodie or else, you're gonna die in this cold studio.

you sigh in relief when the hoodie warms your cold body, you side-eyeing junkyu who looks so serious rearrange the lyrics, you then click on the instagram icon, you felt blue as you saw haeri post on your feed— haeri is a popular rich girl in your university, you and her once assigned in a group for an assignment and she is very kind and open about her opinions, she also very serious when it comes to study/work and she is pretty, to your eyes she is like a goddess. she is so pretty, kind, and selfless, and you really lying if you didn't jealous of her. she has a perfect life and you still struggling to get a diploma.

you slowly pressed the screen twice, liking a picture of haeri; wearing a beanie and a mask in a cafe without posing too much, getting 2 thousand likes within 1 hour. you wonder how is it to be like a rich popular pretty girl in university? well, damn sure you will get all of the pretty privileges in your life. you sighed as you realized you're comparing yourself again with haeri. you always remind yourself not to compare yourself to anyone since you're beautiful enough but you can't. the funniest thing is you and haeri didn't even know each other, yet you being so jealous of her life. sometimes you just feel small, you want to be like them.

"y/n!" junkyu shakes your body making you slap his hand

"what!?"

"i called you for like thousand times! you didn't hear me?" junkyu said, stroking his hand that got slapped by you

"oh i'm sorry, im zoning out, you're done rearranging?"

junkyu nodded

"you can listen to the instrument and practice your lyric with it," he said

"okay"

an hour passed, you finally get the tempo, beat, and rhythm right, you grin excitedly as junkyu put the headphones on your head and directing the microphone to you

"you ready?" junkyu asked

"yes i am" with that, junkyu clicked on something and you could hear the instrument, you begin to sing the verse of your song choice.

i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls too good to be true

with paper-white teeth and perfect bodies

wish i didn't care

you stop singing and look at junkyu curiously making junkyu paused the song and look back at you with a confused look

"why?"

"doesn't singer usually stop singing for producers fix their mistakes?" you asked making junkyu giggle

"yes that's true but you didn't have any mistake, you're doing good, i will pause the music if i have something to fix" he explained, getting an 'oh' from you. you continue singing the song.

i know their beauty's not my lack

but it feels like that weight is on my back

and i can't let it go

com-comparison is killin' me slowly

i think i think too much

'bout kids who don't know me

i'm so sick of myself

i'd rather be, rather be

anyone, anyone else

my jealousy, jealousy started followin' me

started followin' me

as you singing the song that you wrote, junkyu couldn't help but wonder who is the person, you dedicated to? or how you inspired to write this song? this song is obviously about your insecurities about some girl, and you don't even know her! junkyu pout when you felt like this, he knew how insecurities could kill you, back then when he was a trainee he felt insecure with all of the trainees that beat him to debut, he felt he doesn't belong in here but with you and his members on his side, he gained confidence and prove to the world that he is himself and nothing can change that.

all your friends are so cool, you go out every night

in your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life

got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too

i wanna be you so bad and i don't even know you

all i see is what u should be

happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

all i see is what i should be

i'm losin' it, all i get's jealousy, jealousy

you remove the headphone as soon as the instrument stop playing, you handing the headphone without noticing junkyu's face, chaeyul grabbed the water bottle and drink, her throat felt dry after singing a whole song which you have never done in your life, making you wonder how did singer voice so stable when singing live?

"kyu—oh my god why are you looking at me like that?" you take one step back as you saw junkyu looking at you with frowns on his face, you bit her lips was your singing that terrible?

"sit down here" he ordered, you quickly took a seat beside him without saying anything

junkyu grab your hand and rubs it softly while looking at you with his brown eyes.

"what you see is all fake y/n. she living her best life is what you see what you want, but you didn't see her pain, how hard she must through a day in her life, we didn't know if she struggles behind, you also know you can't compare yourself to others right? you're beautiful" he said

"but, i don't know kyu. i couldn't help but felt all jealous of her, i feel like a total loser" you said

“no y/n, you're not a loser! hear me out, you do great, you beautiful and an amazing person, so why do you need to be insecure to a person you never know? everyone is beautiful on their own, you're an original version of yourself and no one else could be you. you are special and unique, you wouldn't know if someone is jealous of your life, a successful medical student who has a great voice. you need to love yourself more, let yourself shine in your spotlight. trust me popular life wouldn't great as you think" he said

you smile at his words

"thank you kyu, honestly, you're right.i didn't appreciate myself enough this past week, hearing you said that making me feel great about myself, i am me, there's nothing anyone could change about me"

junkyu smile and pat your head

"that's my girl"

#treasure imagines #treasure scenario #treasure yg #treasure junkyu #kim junkyu #junkyu imagines #junkyu scenarios #junkyu fluff #junkyu angst #treaure blurbs

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hoshiwhxre · 4 years ago

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hii!! could you please write a junkyu smut with phrases #5, 12, 33? thank youuuu!!

Kim Junkyu ; The Food Looks Great

•~ #5 "Do you like it when I touch you like that?" ~•

•~ #12 "The food looks great...but there's something much more delicious I'd like to eat right now" ~•

•~ #33 "Good girl" ~•

{ highkey these prompts got me😳😳feeling some type of way😳😳 }

warnings ; oral!sex (male + fem receiving) , very very slight!exhibitionsm , cum!shot

Draping one heavy arm around your shoulders, Junkyu provided his friends with a playful grin.

"He was just stood there, he looked ridiculous," Jaehyuk laughed, "he didn't move for like 20 minutes."

"I was in shock," Junkyu whined, "what was I supposed to do?"

He glanced down to meet your smiling eyes, lightly brushing his nose over yours.

"What did you order?"

"This vegetable tagine thing," you paused, gaze flitting over his soft lips, "the picture looked good."

"Hmm? As good as you look right now?" Junkyu murmured.

You blushed, feeling him tug you closer against his chest, and for a moment you held each other's eyes, his soft smile filling you with a familar warmth.

"I love you," you breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips and giggling as he followed you back, refusing to pull away. Grinning against your mouth, his firm hand on your shoulder held you captive, tongue slipping over yours intimately.

“I think the food’s here,” Jihoon announced, forcing you both to pull apart, cheeks a little pink from the friction that had been gradually building through your bodies. Coughing, Junkyu’s arm retracted from your figure, leaving you with an emptiness to consume your chest.

"Thank you," you said warmly, smiling up at the waiter as he placed a dish before you, "it looks lovely."

Your soft tone shook Junkyu's body with pleasurable shivers, watching with a dark fondness as you waited patiently for the others to be served.

"You're so beautiful," Junkyu mumbled, reaching out to rest his firm palm on your thigh, "I'm so lucky to have you."

Eyes shining with love, you met his gaze, and butterflies immediately swarmed your stomach. Immersed in you, he didn't break off to address his food, instead leaning down to press a sweet kiss against your mouth. Your lids fluttered shut in ecstasy, the taste of cherries adoring his tongue.

"Get a room," Jeongwoo whined, causing a laugh to vibrate against your lips, pulling you both back.

"That'll be you one day," Hyunsuk teased, grinning.

"Never!" Jeongwoo's face curled in horror, shuddering as his friends exchanged humoured eyes.

"Just eat your food and be quiet," Junkyu chuckled, his fingers squeezing around your thigh beneath the table. Each second his thumb trailed your bare skin, your chest trembled with delightful shivers.

He felt your muscle tense under his palm, and he glanced down, watching your hips shift and your breath catch, your body seemed to magnetise to his touch. Expression sparkling, Junkyu coughed, allowing his hand to graze further up the inside of your thigh, long fingers reaching teasingly under the material of your short skirt.

Your stomach twisted, a low moan forcing it's way up your throat as your boyfriend began to wind his touch over your thin, lacy panties.

"What's up, baby?" Junkyu bowed his head, voice hushed so only you could hear his words, "do you like it when I touch you like that?"

Immediately, every single limb erupted in desperate goosebumps, your eyes drooping to contain the lust beginning to haze them. The sight of how pathetically weak you were becoming, overcame Junkyu with egotistical pleasure. Fuck, he loved practically feeling your cheeks burn.

Leaning close, he stroked his lips over your twitching ear, beginning to massage your thigh as your fork muffled the sounds begging to release.

"The food looks great...but there's something much more delicious I'd like to eat right now."

You couldn't take it anymore. You were light headed, dizzy, terrified the others could see how stupidly fragile Junkyu had made you become.

"I'm going to get a drink," your boyfriend purred, retracting his hand as he rose to his feet, "are you coming, angel?"

You were most definitely going to come.

Head nodding, you allowed him to pull you up, his hand holding yours close as he lead you from the table. Your breath was heavy, chest wheezing, drips of arousal practically dripping down your legs.

As soon as the pair of you were out of sight, Junkyu's dark eyes met yours with a cocky smirk, before dragging you roughly into the tight spaced one-person toilet. With a smooth movement, he slammed and locked the door shut, your trembling frame pressing against the cubicle's tall, unsteady door.

"Junkyu," you whined, gazing up as his broad shoulders covered you, "I want you..."

"Do you?" Junkyu's head tilted, his palm trailing the intricacies of your body, before thumb and forefinger firmly pinched your chin, "you can't control yourself, can you?"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his fingers dropped, curling tight around your neck, and you whimpered a desperate plead, reaching out to fumble with the metal buckle of his belt.

As you began to fall, Junkyu released you from his grip, watching beneath hooded lids as your soft hands coaxed his cock from his jeans. Your thumb teasing the head, your lips eagerly fell open, giving him your tongue to swirl pre cum over the sensitive tip. He groaned, head rolling back as his fingers scraped your hair into a handful, beginning to guide your lips down his shaft. It's girth stretched your jaw wide, a slight choke vibrating down his cock as it tapped your throat. Your hand traced your lips, tongue wrapping the head, as his hips rocked against your mouth. Each thrust you held back a splutter, strings of spit sliding down your chin in a matter of seconds. The pool of arousal deepened between your legs, nipples scratching the padding of your bra, and you shifted your eyes up to consume his moaning orbs. His grunts sang through your ears like a melody, forever surprised by how his cock hardened by the second, filling your mouth unapologetically.

"Good girl," he purred, "you look so pretty with my cock stuffing your mouth."

Junkyu's hips jerked against your lips, and you choked in shock, one hand snatching up to balance yourself against his thighs. As he forced your head down, using your mouth and tongue to fuck himself, your fingers spread beneath your panties, high moans releasing as you rubbed to digits over your erect clit. His eyes narrowed, concentrating breathlessly on chasing his high. You could feel his cock throbbing and twitching against your tongue, his abs tightening as his hips faltered their pace.

"Fuck," he breathed, "are you going to take my cum, baby? Let me see it fill you up."

Your eyes were watering with a mixture of pleasure and pain from the soreness of your throat, your lips red and swollen already with how roughly he was fucking your face.

Pre-cum consumed your taste buds, his cock groaned between your cheeks, and as he roughly stilled your mouth at the base, cock reaching into your throat, you felt his warm, thick cum unload deep inside. Motions slowing, Junkyu rode out his high, grinning as the liquid began to lather your lips, spilling down your chin.

As he pulled off to admire the sight of your fucked out features, his eyes flickered down to your hand paused weakly beneath your panties.

"Come here," he crawled, "get up."

You obliged, obediently, heart racing in hazy arousal. His cock stuffed back inside his jeans, he bowed to press his lips to yours, before very slowly taking your place on the hard, cold floor. His warm hands trailed up your thighs, lifting your skirt to gaze proudly at your panties utterly dripping with your slick.

"So wet from just sucking my cock," Junkyu tutted, one digit slipping beneath the material, allowing your thick arousal to wrap around him. He snickered, looking up as your grip found his silky dark hair. As his eyes misted over with that same, dark cloud, you stuttered a mewl, feeling his strong arm lift one aching thigh over his wide shoulder. Shifting forward, he adjusted his position, blowing cool hair against your panties.

"Please don't tease," your lips rubbed shut, as he pushed your panties lazily to the side.

"Be quiet for me, princess," Junkyu whispered, "I'll let you cum if you're a good girl."

Nodding robotically, you weren't sure whether you had the willpower to oblige to his command, but the sensation of his wet tongue licking a stripe between the dripping folds of your pussy, your teeth sank deep into your lip. His tongue seemed to move so well, touching you in every place you wanted - no, needed - him. Flattening it against your clit, he sucked his lips around the deeply sensitive skin, smiling upon the noise of your held back moans. Not hesitating, Junkyu began swirling his tongue in a mixture of spine-tingling directions over your clit, stimulating it into a twitching mess. Feeling your thighs clench, he reached up to tug your hands from his hair, curling his fingers between yours in a tight, encouraging embrace. Your back arched off the cubicle door, his mouth a suction on your pussy, his tongue lapping hungrily at your clit.

"You're doing so well," he mumbled, "keep going, baby."

You whined quietly, lids screwing shut to contain the shudders reaching your limbs. You could feel your core pulsating with orgasmic contractions, an electrogram of pleasure keeping you constantly on edge. Knots built high like Lego from your stomach to your chest, tightening around your veins in warning. Junkyu was pushing deeper into your crying cunt, his tongue magically finding the spots that felt oh-so-good. It's raw, sharp pleasure shot through your entire body, and a sharp gasp escaped, feeling an intense heaviness draw through your body. Breath holding, your fingers squeezed into his hand, a silent signal that you were about to cum. Junkyu immediately lapped faster, providing you with more pleasure to clench onto.

"J-Junkyu-" you rasped, just as that intense pleasure crashed down hard from above. The relaxing, body shuddering, incredible sensation glided through your veins, rocking your head with it's uncontended sensitivity.

As you collapsed against his tongue, Junkyu twisted his neck to pepper loving kisses down your twitching thigh.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, pushing himself back to his feet, smiling at your content eyes gazing back at him, "so beautiful."

{ to the anon who requested this, I'm so sorry it's so late and I hope it's okay🥺}

#junkyu smut #treasure smut #yg silver boys smut #kim junkyu smut #junkyu #kim junkyu #junkyu imagine #treasure imagine

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namimashi · 4 years ago

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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬:

In general, he's a person who values perfectionism and small details, especially when it comes to his own work or himself. He tends to be quite self-demanding, he doesn't like to do things poorly or insufficiently worked. He has an eye for mistakes and knows exactly how to do things efficiently, plus he has a great sense of duty and responsibility. Many times reserved at the beginning but with a beautiful heart. He values self-discipline and the use of reason.

Not only does he value reason, but he uses it a lot in his everyday life, especially when it comes to important decisions. Junkyu is a person who values objectivity and tends to take it into account in the face of any adversity in his life. He likes to look deeply at the two sides of a coin, so he can often become indecisive when having to decide. He sees so many possibilities that he stagnates but it's precisely necessary for him because he seeks balance on the look of a situation.

Many times he tends to be the peace maker, especially since he doesn't like fights, and is very good at giving an objective point of view without having to defend someone in particular. He also tends to guard his opinion a little to please others, also to not generate a conflict because he really doesn't enjoy them. Although he likes debates, he often prefers to avoid them as well. But he's someone who definitely fights for his ideals and defends them. His sense of justice is admirable.

He's also someone who interacts with grace and kindness, tends to try to please others above all else and it will probably hurt him if someone has a bad impression of him. He has many manners and acts with respect, it's something that he always keeps in mind when he interacts. He also loves harmony and balance, not only in opinions and other life situations, but also in relationships. He will always seek to return what he receives.

On the other hand, he has a lot of creative potential. He knows how to value aesthetics and style, even if it's diverse, he was simply born with that sensitivity towards art. He knows how to find exactly the balance in his own creativity and expressiveness through details, that's why his art tends to be so pleasant for others. He probably takes every one of his shortcomings very much into account and he's always trying to fix them.

But it's not enough for him to simply express himself and get his creativity out, but he also loves being able to stand out because of that, so he puts great attention and effort in always improving. He's a person with a lot of passion for what he loves and wants, also with a lot of will to get what he wants. The desire to stand out won't just be something he wants, but he will do everything possible to achieve it. He definitely loves people to flatter him sincerely.

Although he may not notice it so much, he radiates self-confidence and courage wherever he goes. Junkyu is also a person who's proud of each of his accomplishments.

Note: since we don't know his birth time and therefore neither his moon sign, it's not possible to know what his emotional world is like :(

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡:

Junkyu is a pretty stable person, his personality isn't too complex and it's quite easy to get along with him. He's someone who simply radiates inner harmony for the people around him.

He has a very introspective mind, he tends to analyze himself often and to be aware of many things about himself, both good and bad. He's very observant not only with himself, but also with those around him, he likes to evaluate and be evaluated.

He definitely doesn't like to talk for the sake of talking and prefers to take his time thinking things over before saying something. Because of this, he often needs time alone to think.

He also has a great ability to understand and feel what the other feels, his empathy is almost intuitive. Junkyu is an imaginative and creative person, especially when his inspiration is both his own emotions and those around him.

Thanks to how perceptive he's about people's emotions, as well as his tact and gentleness when speaking, his social skills are usually quite good. He knows how to please, even from the unconscious plane of him, he appears as a really charismatic and friendly person.

He also radiates a lot of optimism and generosity. In fact, he's a person who's truly altruistic at heart. He loves to help.

He feels an intense need to be accepted by others and flattered, he would hate the fact that he hurt someone because he would never have that intention.

Feeling rejected could be a small unconscious trauma on Junkyu. He's constantly in need of attention and affection because he might feel a bit insecure if not.

Although from his deepest and darkest side, he hides a certain hatred towards the authorities and any type of greater power over him. He doesn't like the feeling of being forced into something, even worse if something or someone tries to change or shape him by force.

In those cases he tends to have individualistic or rebellious attitudes. The most controlling side of him can come out, because his way of fighting against the control of others is to be the representation of power in person.

It's likely that he has gone through really painful stages throughout his life where he saw himself on the edge of the abyss and then overcome it, simply be reborn as a new and better person. He highly values transformation and introspection because of that.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬:

Junkyu is a person who values balance and harmony a lot when it comes to love. He needs the love he gives to be valued but also returned, at the same time that he does the same with the love he receives.

He tends to idealize relationships and repeatedly fall in love with people quickly (thanks to his own idealization), although deep down he doesn't want that. He also loves intensely, seeks a special and unbreakable bond in love. He needs many displays of affection and passion, because otherwise he won't feel satisfied with the relationship.

Junkyu is a person who usually looks magnetic and attractive in front of the eyes of others, so it's very likely that he's quite lucky in love. He just has that magnetism that you can't ignore.

He has probably attracted partners who are quite sociable or with some kind of unusual characteristic in their personality or appearance that has attracted him. Someone altruistic and gentle who has accepted him as he is.

Also very intense and loving partners, with whom he really had a very deep bond. Someone with whom he told his deepest secrets.

In general, most of his love experiences are likely to be good and rewarding in almost every aspect. If they broke up, they ended up on good terms.

#treasure #treasure astrology #kpop astrology #junkyu #ok i fell in love #i love how introspective he is

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pxrkjihxxn · 4 years ago

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under my skin - part two

summary: "you know," you say, aware of how close your faces suddenly were, feeling your heart speed up again. "i can't keep patching you up forever. you're gonna have to learn to use your words properly soon."

"yeah, i know," he says softly, getting even closer to you than you thought was possible. your lips were mere centimeters apart as he smiled at you, a soft stretch of the lips you've only seen directed towards the likes of doyoung or yedam, but never at you. "thankfully, until i do, i have you to nurse me back to health, right?"

you know he's teasing, he always is, but you can't help but wonder if his question holds another meaning. "yeah, i guess you do."

tags: park jihoon x reader, gang!au, nurse!reader, brother!junkyu

warnings: mentions of violence, recreational drug and alcohol use, swearing, unedited

parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

part two

“you’re acting a bit… weird,” yedam says a couple hours later. you’re still in hyunsuk’s apartment and yedam’s laying next to you on the couch, his head in your lap, your fingers threading through his hair. you love the kid, you really do, but he was way too smart for his age and he saw right through you sometimes.

it was annoying.

“yedam, darling, i love you, but i don’t have the energy to deal with your psychoanalysis right now,” you whine, tugging on his hair slightly to prove your point. he laughs, squirming out of your grasp and standing up to walk into the kitchen. you stand up to follow him, sitting down by the kitchen counter as he starts to make coffee. “one sugar and-”

“three counts of milk, yes, i know, noona. this isn’t the first time i’ve made you coffee,” yedam replies with a laugh, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

it was times like these where you really appreciated yedam - the kid was only a couple years younger than you, but he was wise beyond his age. you wondered how the kid managed to do it - he was a psychology and business double major, and handled logistics for hyunsuk so well you swore the whole organisation would’ve gone tits up by now without him. the kid never complained, did all his work on time, and despite all of that was always up for anything.

he also gave amazing advice. did even before the psychology courses. you guess some people just naturally have it in them.

“you do know you have either until hyunsuk hyung, junkyu hyung and doyoung come back with food or until jihoon hyung wakes up to tell me what’s bothering you,” yedam retorts as he pours freshly brewed coffee into two mugs, dropping a sugar cube and a splash of milk in yours and keeping his black.

jihoon.

after he left you alone in the bathroom, he went out to smoke whatever he could salvage from junkyu’s leftover stash while you composed yourself, then took a shower and decided it would be best if he took another nap. you knew one of the reasons was so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable about staying in the same apartment with him and wouldn’t run away the second you got the chance to - he knew you hadn’t seen doyoung in a while, your classes and training at the local hospital taking up most of your time.

you hope he doesn’t wake up before you have to leave for the evening shift, as you have no clue how you’d act around him if he does. suddenly, you get reminded of the feeling of his arms around you, the warmth it spread through -

“y/n noona! see, this is what i’m talking about, you’re completely out of it. is everything okay with you?” yedam’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you notice he’d placed your coffee in front of you and that it’s going cold. you pick the mug up with both hands, taking a sip of the comforting liquid, letting the warmth consume you.

“i’m fine, yedam-ah, seriously, i think i’m just exhausted. i have another shift at the er in, like, two hours, and if i fall asleep now i definitely won’t wake up until tomorrow morning so i’m trying my best to stay awake,” you explain, lying through your teeth, hoping yedam will take your answer as it is and won’t pry further. you both know he’s not buying it, but he’s your favourite dongsaeng for a reason, so he raises his arms in defense before picking up his own coffee, taking a sip.

“alright, but we’ll talk about this at some point, understood?”

“sir, yes, sir,” you exclaim, raising your coffee mug in a salute. he smiles at you, and you know exactly what it means but you choose to ignore it - as much as yedam’s input would help with the whole jihoon situation, you didn’t think he needed to know exactly what happened right away.

“honey, i’m home!” you hear your brother yell as the front door opens, the smell of cheap take out food immediately filling the entire apartment. you wince at the volume of junkyu’s voice, bringing a finger to your lips to shush him immediately.

“keep it the fuck down, jihoon’s still sleeping,” you hiss at junkyu as you walk over to him, grabbing a couple bags from his hands so he could take off his shoes. hyunsuk perks up at your mention of jihoon’s name and he smirks at you, knocking your hip with his as he walks past you.

“didn’t think you cared about jihoon’s beauty sleep that much, dear y/n,” he teases as he walks into the kitchen, placing his own bags on the counter before moving to get plates out of the cupboard. you scoff as you trail behind him, picking up the food he left on the counter with your free hand and taking it all into the living room to put it on the coffee table.

“i don’t, him sleeping just means i get to see him less,” you tease back as you take the boxes out of their bags, organizing them on the table.

"awh, y/n, i thought what we had was special." you freeze as you hear jihoon's voice from the hallway. you turn around to see him leaning on the entrance to the living room, hands in his pockets as he stares right at you, a smirk on his face. his hair is disheveled from sleep, the cut on his bottom lip already looking better. you try to pay no attention to the bruises that have bloomed on his neck as you take the plates from hyunsuk that's sat down next to you on the floor, spreading them around the table.

"shut up and sit down, there's food," you snap at him, looking anywhere but at him as you hear him approach you, sitting down right on your other side. "not on the floor, you dimwit, you're healing," you reprimand, but you still get up on your knees to get his order from the other side of the table, placing it closer to him. the room suddenly goes quiet and you look up to see your brother and your friends all staring at the two of you. "what?"

"i told you she's acting weird," yedam is the first to comment as he walks into the living room with two cups of water in hand. he sets one in front of you as he passes by you, moving to sit on the couch.

"i'm a nurse in training, yedam, do you seriously think i'd let a patient slow down their healing process, no matter how annoying they are?" you mock him, picking up your cup to take a sip.

"oh, so i'm your patient now?" jihoon teases. you can hear the smugness in his voice so you quickly slam your cup back on the table, turning to him and pointing a warning finger in his face.

"you won't be anything if you don't shut the fuck up," you warn, locking eyes with him. you stare at each other for a couple seconds, no intention of backing off until jihoon raises both hands in defeat. however, he's still smiling, lips perking up smugly, and deep down, you know he's gotten what he's wanted. you scowl at him and quickly turn away, busying yourself with filling your plate with food.

hyunsuk’s vibrating from laughter on your other side, and you “accidentally” elbow him in the side as you sit back down, smiling smugly to yourself as he doubles over in pain. “hey! what was that for?!”

“you know exactly what that was for,” you sing-song, taking a satisfying bite of your chicken and rice. you find yourself automatically looking back at jihoon to see his reaction, for some reason feeling accomplished at the amused look on his face. it’s the softness of your interaction that catches you off guard, the naturality of it all that makes your skin crawl.

you’ve known park jihoon for almost five years, and you couldn’t stand him for almost all of them. you’d met him through junkyu, your brother randomly bringing him over to your apartment one day when you were in high school. jihoon had transferred to your school the year prior and ended up in the same class with junkyu - your administration knew better than to put you and your brother in the same class, so you had never shared one in the three years you went to school there. the two boys hated each other at first, too, being complete opposites in character, but it was during your second year of high school that something just clicked and they’ve been best friends ever since.

you don’t really remember how your hatred for him started, you just know that all memories you have of him make your blood boil. the boys were always wary of you two when you were in the same room because it would only be a matter of time before you were at each other’s throats, fighting until junkyu or hyunsuk would yell at you to shut up. he just knew exactly how to push your buttons and you were ruthless when provoked, making it impossible for you two to ever get along. hyunsuk called it your personal brand of flirting, but you always just brushed it off as him teasing.

there has always been something about jihoon that you couldn’t place. it’s always seemed like he’s hiding something, holding back from expressing what he truly felt or thought. you knew he wasn’t like that with junkyu or any of your other friends - it’s always been like he’s had a problem with you specifically and you never really cared to ask him why. it was him that started the teasing, him that pushed your buttons, until at one point you started biting back - it’s been like that ever since.

just as you thought you’d finally gotten rid of him when you started university, you and your brother moved out from your family home (if you could have ever even called it a home) and jihoon started coming over on an everyday basis. one would think that being around each other for such a long time, you’d learn how to deal with each other, find a way to communicate without it turning into a screaming match if not supervised, but that never seemed to happen. so you just settled on ignoring him, returning his teasing when you had the energy to do so between all the coursework and training nursing school had you do.

“y/n, where the fuck did you go?” you’re brought out of your thoughts at the sound of your brother’s voice, head snapping up out of instinct. “you’ve been out of it for, like, a while.”

“sorry, got lost up there,” you chuckle sheepishly, looking down at your plate to see you haven’t even touched your food, everyone else already done and cleaning up after themselves. you pick up your food and dig in immediately, knowing you need the fuel. “what were you talking about?”

“well i was going to tell you that i can’t drive you to your shift tonight because hyunsuk hyung and i have work to do tonight, you’ll be fine, right?” junkyu asks, stuffing his mouth with food right after.

“yeah it’s fine, it just means i have to leave a bit - oh fuck my life,” you say as you check the time on your phone, realizing you need to be at the hospital in an hour. that would all be alright, if you’d brought your uniform with you and had time to shower.

currently, you had neither.

“i, uhm, gotta run,” you say as you shove a big spoonful of rice in your mouth, chewing as you stand up and go to get your things. picking up your bag where you left it in the hallway, you run into the bathroom where you left your supplies, quickly stuffing everything into it before running back into the living room to bid everyone goodbye.

“asahi’s food is in the microwave, kyu i’ll see you in the morning,” you explain as you walk over to the couch, ruffling doyoung’s hair as you lean down to kiss yedam on the top of his head.

“why are you in a rush, doesn’t your shift start in an hour?” hyunsuk asks as you lean down to give him a hug, wrapping an arm around your back.

“i forgot my uniform, i gotta run back to the apartment to shower and change first,” you explain as you pull away, moving to bid your brother goodbye. “it’s fine, kyu,” you tell him when you see the apologetic look on his face. “i might be a couple minutes late, but at least i won’t look like a zombie.”

“i can drive you."

everyone's heads snap in jihoon's direction, the man in question letting out a chuckle at the action. "i'd rather gouge my eyes out than stay indebted to you, kim, don't flatter yourself."

you smirk at him, hands on your hips as you pretend to think it over. "i don't think i trust you behind the wheel, park."

jihoon laughs, moving to stand up. "have a little faith in me, y/n, i may be bruised up, but i’m okay to drive. come on, you're gonna be late," he says, walking to the hallway to put on his shoes. you make eye contact with junkyu, your brother just as surprised as you are. hyunsuk, on the other hand, is positively vibrating with excitement beside him.

“something’s fishy - they’re both acting weird,” yedam mutters from his seat on the couch, raising his hands in defense when you shoot him a glare. “look, you’ve been out of it ever since you patched him up and now he’s driving you to work. if you don’t start screaming at each other in the next five minutes i’m going to be very freaked out.”

“can you stop being so fucking dramatic? come on, y/n, let’s go,” jihoon says with a laugh as he shrugs a denim jacket on, fishing his car keys from their key bowl. when you don’t move at all, still staring at him questioningly, he sighs, crossing his arms across his chest. “you wanna be late or are we gonna get going?”

after a couple seconds of silence, you finally give in, picking your bag up from the kitchen counter. “i’ll turn my gps on so if i suddenly go missing y’all know where to find me,” you tell the boys with a chuckle, moving past jihoon to open the door.

“have fun, you two! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!” hyunsuk hollers at you as you make your way out of the apartment. you laugh, turning around to yell back at him but you're stopped by jihoon's body bumping into yours, the closeness eerily reminiscent of the encounter you had in the bathroom a couple hours prior. you look up to see him already looking at you, a look you can't decipher on his face. you stare at each other for a moment, unsure of exactly what to do, and you clear your throat, stepping away slightly. you sense that he wants to say something, words at the tip of his tongue as he stares at you, lips parting to-

"how is that in any way a form of restriction?" you yell back at hyunsuk instead, the moment ruined as you straighten your back, turn around and leave the apartment. you hear the door close behind you and jihoon's footsteps follow suit, so you quicken your pace to get to the car as fast as possible, praying to any god available to make this journey as painless as possible.

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a/n: this one is a bit shorter than the last one, i’m sorry! i promise the next one is going to be longer <3 thank you to everyone that has read part one, i hope you decide to stick with me until the end! also, i’ve been asked to start a tag list, so if anyone wants to be on it, just tell me!

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muilkyu · 4 years ago

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Treasure Makes You Smile

Warning: Crying (a lot of it)

🐷 Hyunsuk

"Why are you so bummed out?" Hyunsuk asks.

"I don't wanna talk about it." You say walking ahead a bit to avoid the conversation.

Hyunsuk speeds up walking in front of you to stop you from walking. He looks at you with his eyes full of concern, "Hey, what's up with you? You've been like this all day. You can tell me anything I will always be here to listen."

At that, your eyes fill with tears. Grabbing your sleeve you pick at it nervously, "It's nothing. Drop it please."

He grabs onto your face wiping a year that starts to fall, "I understand that it might be hard to tell me, but I'm here for you. I don't want to see the person I love in pain. If you won't tell me now, fine, but I'm not going to let it make you sad."

"I wanna tell you. I really do but I don't know if I can now," you respond, tears are still slipping down your face. Hyunsuk just silently wipes them away.

Nodding he replies, "That's fine. I just don't wanna see you cry. Should we go get ice cream?"

You let out a small smile, "Why ice cream?"

Your boyfriend chuckles, "It's the world's comfort food. Now come on. I don't wanna see you cry ever again."

🐼 Jihoon

"I don't think I'll be going out tonight. I don't feel well," you explain over the phone to your boyfriend. You're currently on FaceTime with Jihoon who is trying to get you to go out tonight.

"Why not you've been stuck in that room all weekend. We made plans for today you can't just bail on me," he points out frowning.

Curling into yourself you repeat yourself, "I just don't wanna go out. I want to stay in and watch a dumb k-drama."

Jihoons face shifts as he realizes what's going on, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong Jihoon. I just don't wanna go out." Your tone is harsh. You don't mean for it to be mean, but you really are not in the mood to talk about what's wrong.

"No something is obviously going on. Look I'm coming over," he is already up packing a bag when you start to protest.

"You really don't need to. I'm fine really," you try to convince him that you're fine but it's not working.

"No matter what you say it won't stop me from coming over there," he is making his way towards the door, his phone still in his hand, he shuts off the light to his room, "I'll be over in 15 minutes."

He hangs up the phone. As soon as the call ends you let out a sob. Maybe you do need someone here to make you feel better.

🐯 Yoshi

"In the future do you think there will be flying cars?"

You ponder for a moment, "Maybe, then again they said the same thing 20 years ago. What do you see for your future?"

"I don't really know. I haven't thought that far ahead." Yoshi replies.

"Why not?"

"I don't really know. I mean the future isn't really anything we can control. Who knows we could break up tomorrow. We both could get deported, anything can happen."

You frown, "You think we could break up tomorrow? Don't you think that we have a chance to decide our fate? If I say I love you today doesn't mean I don't tomorrow. We can control our lives, Yoshi."

Yoshi's face frowns, "I didn't mean it like that. I just mean our fates can be decided, but we don't really know what's going to happen."

"So you have no faith in our relationship then?"

"I didn't say that. I do believe that we have the chance to be something great. I shouldn't have worded it like that. I'm sorry," Yoshi grabs your hands.

"No you're right I'm sorry too. It's just the thought of losing you that scares me." You say squeezing his hands.

He squeezes back, "I get it. I don't want to leave you I swear. You like the best thing to ever happen in my life."

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me too."

🐨 Junkyu

"Can you hold me," you ask when your boyfriend walks in the door.

Junkyu nods immediately. As soon as he's on the couch you have your head buried in his shoulder sobbing. He just silently holds you rubbing your back. His shoulder is completely soaked after 10 minutes of crying.

Your face is puffy and sticky when you pull away. Makeup stains Junkyu sweater so you reach out to it trying to rub it off.

"It's fine." He says grabbing your hands holding them.

You open your mouth to speak. It hurts but you still manage to get out, "It hurts."

"I know. You're allowed to cry," he comforts. You are about to lose your apartment in Korea. They decided to not continue your lease contract for another 2 years. All the available apartments won't be in your price range.

"I can't believe it. I have to go back home now," you conclude.

"I think it's the best thing to do. We are going to have to pack up your apartment."

"Yeah. I don't wanna leave." You whisper. You look around the apartment. 4 years you spent in this apartment. You met Junkyu here, confessed here, cried, fought, and fell in love in this small apartment. You also spent so much time here. Studying for exams that felt like they could literally kill you. Not to mention having to leave Korea.

Having to leave Junkyu. It feels like you're leaving your life behind.

"I don't want to leave you."

Junkyu looks at you reaching to caress your cheek, "Why don't you I don't know...stay with me till you find a place?"

Your eyes widened. He wants you to stay with him. Well basically move in with him. Only if it's temporary.

"Move in with you?"

"Yeah. I mean only till you find an apartment. I don't think it's right for you to have to leave only to come back. I have space plus we can think of this as a test trial for our future."

You smile pushing your head onto his chest. Mainly to hide your blush before you respond, "I guess we are roommates now."

🐹 Mashiho

Coming back from dinner with your boyfriend is usually fun. He walks you home to make sure you're safe and you end the night with a smile on your face.

Tonight however was not that night. Mashi wanted to introduce you to some of his friends. Although most of them were sweethearts. One of them made sure to point out every single flaw you had all night long. It was small stuff at first, but then it just turned pure mean.

In the end, Mashiho was now short one best friend.

"I had no idea that he was such a jerk," Mashi rants as you walk home, "If I had known he was gonna be like that I would have never even let you meet. Let alone had been his friend."

"You know other than completely insulting me. He said something that caught my attention."

Mashiho squints his nose, "What do you mean?"

"The thing about you missing a few basketball games to simply come to see me. He said you were there for my every beck and call. Is it true? Do you miss things with your friends like that all the time?"

"I mean sometimes, but I rather hang out with you."

"You shouldn't miss things just to see me happy. You should hang out with your friends more often."

Your boyfriend stops walking so you're only focusing on him, "Hey, I just told you that I choose to hang out with you. No one forced me too. I hung out with you because I like hanging out with you. You make me feel way happier than any basketball game could ever."

🦁 Jaehyuk

"Jae where are we? Come on tell me," you whine as you let your boyfriend pull you up the stairs of an unknown building.

Jaehyuk shakes his head looking back with one of his tooth-rotting smiles, "You will see in a second. I hope you love it."

He drags you all the way up to the rooftop. When you arrive you see a small picnic blanket placed down it decorated with a few takeout trays.

"What is this all about Jae? It's so pretty," you gush walking up to the blanket. Jaehyuk must have put a lot of effort into making this you think. Jae surprises you again by coming up from behind you pulling you into a back hug.

"Do you like it?"

You nod turning your head to peck him on the cheek, "I love it. What's this all for though?"

Nudging his head against your shoulder he says, "You really don't know?"

You shake your head. You truly have no idea what this is all about.

Jae's smile drops, "You really don't know. This about it it's the 6th of May."

Your anniversary. You forgot.

Abruptly you turn around flipping in your boyfriend's arms, "Jae I'm so sorry I forgot. I know I have been busy and it's no excuse but it just slipped my mind."

He looks down, "It's okay babe I know you have been busy."

"That's still no excuse. Now I've ruined the whole mood," you unravel yourself from Jaehyuk moving away.

"No, really it's fine. You have been super busy with your visa and all. I knew you would forget that's why I did all of this. Even though a small part of me did think you would remember," Jaehyun takes a step forward pulling him back to you.

"I still shouldn't have forgotten,"

Jaehyuk nods kissing your forehead, "All that matters is that you are here now with me. We're on this beautiful rooftop with the sunset in the background. I'm with you, the person I consider the move of my life. I know I'm still young and this is cheesy, but I love you."

You wrap your arms around Jae pressing your foreheads together, "I love you too."

🤖 Asahi

"Is this not fun?" Asahi questions. Currently, you're supposed to be having a fun date at home. Yet with you skulking at first it isn't a big problem until you get unusually quiet.

"No, it is. Sorry, I'm so distracted," you say turning back to the board game.

Asahi looks over you. He debates on whether or not to ask you what's wrong. Instead, he decides to go with something similar.

"That's okay. We can do something else if you want?" He suggests.

You nod, "Can we actually?"

"Of course. You know what I have an idea." He stands up rushing for his backpack and into the bathroom.

'What is he doing' you think.

"What are you doing?" You call out when you hear something fall onto the floor of your bathroom.

"Just give me a second!" is the response you get. The door opens and your boyfriend is standing there decked out in a robot costume with a shy grin sitting on your face.

Out of all things in the world, this has to be the most stupid yet also cutest thing he has done.

"Why do you have that?" You question through a laugh.

He shrugs, "I bought it for some reason yesterday after school. Guess it came in handy."

"It did. You look adorable. Now dance for me Mr. Robot."

🦊 Yedam

"Why is this so hard," you groaned, plopping your head onto the desk, "Who is just I suppose to remember every single formula?"

"I remember them all, it's actually not that hard. You just need to remember the pattern," Yedam answers. He pulls a paper out of his folder handing it over to you.

"What is that?"

Yedam places it in front of you tapping at the top of the page, "This is how I remembered the formulas. They all follow a pattern. If you just study a little harder I'm sure you will get it."

You sigh turning your head to face the window, "I don't think I am going to get it. I can't fail either because then I'll lose my scholarship."

"You won't lose your scholarship. You have me here to help you study." He reminds you softly.

"Yeah, but math makes me feel dumb. I'm so behind I don't know if I'll be able to catch up at this point."

"That's why you're dating the smartest guy in school. Also, you not dumb don't say that. You are just as smart as me, we just have to unlock that part of you. Let's get started right now,"

You flip your head facing your boyfriend with a pout still on your face, but mumble very quietly, "Thank you."

🐰 Doyoung

You make a mistake again. You've been stuck on this stupid dance move for the past week. When you try again the girls in the back of the class laugh pointing in your direction. You can hear the whispers. They want you to.

Finally, the frustration gets to you. Rushing over to the mirror you pick up your water bottle and store out the room heading to the locker room. Your head is down and you barely notice when you run straight into Doyoung.

"Hey slow down," he said.

"Sorry. Why are you here?"

"I wanted to pick you up today. Why were you walking with your head down?" Asked Doyoung just as the girls walked out of the studio. Visibility you tense up squeezing the water bottle a little tighter and you look down at your feet again.

Doyoung is quick to catch on to the situation, "What did they say?"

"Nothing. Can we go?" You mumble back.

"Not until you tell me what those girls did or said to you," he grabs onto your chin tilting your head up so you are looking at him.

A tear runs down your face and a few more follow. Doyoung naturally pulls you into a hug having you place your face on his shoulder ao the girls won't see you crying.

"Love, we should get out of the hallway. Come on you can come home with me. My mom would love it if you joined us for dinner," he's still holding onto you when he says this. His shoulder is now wet from all your tears, but you manage to nod. Dinner does sound nice.

🐏 Haruto

"I don't think we should be having this conversation right now," you say leaning up against your locker.

Haruto shakes his head in denial, "We have to at some point. You can't keep avoiding the inevitable."

"I know that Haruto, but we have cram school now. Can't this wait till this weekend?"

"No, it can't. I don't want to leave with the thought of you not being happy. I am sorry I didn't tell you, but it was really sudden," he explains softly. He reaches for your hand that is fallen at your side intertwining your hands together, "I wish you could go with me. Just don't be sad we can have someone send me a video of your performance or something."

Haruto would be leaving next week the week of your first solo performance. He hadn't told you until 3 days before he had to leave. Anger didn't take over you sadness did instead. It was your first performance ever. Having Haruto there would have made it 100 times more special.

Letting out a shaky breath you slowly rub his knuckles looking down at your hands, "I could just pass up the solo to someone else. I don't think I want to do it if you aren't there to watch."

"No, you can't do that. This is way too important. Just send me a video. I'll call you before and after your performance, so you can tell me all about it. Just don't feel sad okay get on stage and kill it. Okay?"

"Okay, I will."

🐺 Jeongwoo

"During the break, you should come to Iksan with me," Jeongwoo states randomly.

"Which break? Upcoming or summer?" You question eyebrows frowned a bit.

"Upcoming. I already have a bunch of stuff planned. Plus my parents have a few things they want to show you as well," he replies.

"Oh, Jeongwoo I'm sorry I don't think I will be able to go," you say. This upcoming break you have plans to travel back home to see family. It's been a while since you have seen them in person.

"Why not? Did you make plans?" He has a frown on his face now.

Nodding you respond, "I was going to travel back to see my family. I actually was going to tell you today."

Jeongwoo starts to pick at his sweater now. He was so excited and now all his plans are going to go to waste.

"You should go see your family. We can always do the Iksan trip in the summer," he states, but he is still picking at his sleeve obviously upset by the information.

"I'm sorry. If I had known you wanted to do something I would have never made my plans," you say.

Jeongwoo sighs but then smiles, "No it's fine you haven't seen your family in a long time. Who am I to come in between that. Look, you have fun with them. When you come back we can go to Iksan and have a blast then."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. Besides your family will be my family one day I can't push them away." The blush that spreads across your face is nothing compared to the tingle you feel in your stomach. Jeongwoo really is the best boyfriend ever.

🐮 Junghwan

"Are you mad at me?" Junghwan asks at lunch.

You shake your head, "No I'm not mad at you."

"Then why have you been ignoring me all day?" Junghwan questions.

Shrugging you take a sip of your chocolate milk, "I haven't been ignoring you I just don't feel like talking to anyone today."

He nods at the answer and you can see that he still wants to question what the real answer is so you give just a little more background, "I don't think the girls in my class like me."

Junghwan stops eating, setting down his spoon. The mood turns serious, "Why are they bullying you? What did they say?"

"It was nothing don't worry about it,"

"It was obviously something. Come on just tell me," he says shifting forward in his seat.

You rub your hand on your skirt feeling your shoulders fall back, "They just said that you could do better. They don't think you actually like me."

"You don't believe them right? Only you could really know how I feel. Those girls know nothing about us. They only know what they can see from the outside. Plus I really do like you," he flushes at the end of his own sentence. You know he is right so you don't respond back. Just smile and you both finish your lunch together.

Thank you for reading and enjoying~!

Requested by : @harukyoshi

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teumefromthesea · 4 years ago

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love yourself a little

one-shot sukhoon fic. slash M/M. rated M (Mature)

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, secret relationship

based on/heavily referenced: hyunsuk’s earpiece accident on treasure’s inkigayo debut stage captured on his fancam & T.M.I episode 12 (pls watch both videos first before reading)

summary:

“choi hyunsuk said his debut stage is both exciting and regrettable. well, park jihoon is here to prove him wrong.

my sukhoon take on that earpiece shenanigan and what happened after it.”

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Blinding lights, ragged breaths. Choi Hyunsuk stares at the unblinking eye of the camera. Their pre-recorded debut performance has finally come to an end.

Empty cheers, parched throat. Choi Hyunsuk stares at the fallen earpiece in his hand. He thought of crushing it into pieces before remembering where he is now, who he is now. Not another YG trainee or survival shows contestant anymore, but a real, freshly-debuted idol.

Huh. An idol who needs to get his head together because apparently, not even five years of blood, sweat, and tears could prepare one not to lose his earpiece on stage.

Did he ruin their debut?

The green-haired leader walks with the other Treasure members, following a line back to the make-up room. While others cry loudly in relief, Hyunsuk silently cries in disappointment-- at no one but himself.

Nothing gets past Park Jihoon's eyes; not the awkward hand gesture Junkyu often does when dancing, not the small red dot of the stage cameras that Jeongwoo had a hard time following, not even a flicker of disappointment that reflects on Hyunsuk's eyes after their debut stage. It may have gone for a moment when they're on an interview, but as soon as the camera stops rolling, it flickers back across the eldest's face.

So Jihoon plays his part. Fantastically, if he so may add.

He becomes the Park 'happy virus' Jihoon that everybody and their mothers love and leads the vlogging. Well, to be fair, it's fairly easy for him to do this. Look pretty (which is given), talk a lot, tease other members, give some smiles, tease another member, and end it with either a wink or a kiss to the camera. Both if he's feeling generous.

Of course, the cheerful atmosphere is not something Jihoon creates on his own. It helps how all the members are still feeling the 'adrenaline rush' after performing and watching themselves on National television. All the members, except one, who's by the end of the vlog, is talking quietly with Mashiho on the other end of the sofa. Mashiho looks concerned as the main dancer probably senses something wrong with their eldest hyung. But Jihoon can bet everything on his bank account that Hyunsuk probably shrugs it off as nothing.

Choi Hyunsuk is not the type of person that burden people with his problems, which is a blessing and a pain in the ass at the same time.

Treasure has no time to spare; such is the idol life. It's back to practice again after Inkigayo. It's tiring, but for Hyunsuk, training is his safe haven from bad thoughts. His brain can finally focus on something else than replaying moment after moment when--

Stop it.

So, Hyunsuk trains, hard. Hard enough that each of his choreographed moves has a little more edge than usual. Hard enough that he knows his body going to regret it tomorrow morning. He trains hard but also still making sure to keep his emotions in check.

Because Hyunsuk believes the members deserve the strong side of him now than ever. A strict, calm leader that can lead and prepare them for countless stages and chaos ahead.

The members don't deserve a weak Choi Hyunsuk, much less a man that manages to fail his group on their debut stage.

It's another six hours of training before Treasure can finally go back to the dorm. Some of the members don't waste any time to pack and leave. Understandable, since it has been a long day. Jihoon too can't wait to reunite with his bed.

"See you tomorrow, everyone!"

The door closes, leaving only Jihoon, Yedam, and Doyoung in the training room.

"You're not leaving with the others?" Yedam asks Jihoon after a while, seeing the older is still lying down on the couch.

"Nah, still tired. You two go on ahead."

Doyoung gives him a slight nod, before asking the million-dollar question, "Hyunsuk-hyung looks kinda sad today, you know why, hyung?"

Here we go. Jihoon is so ready to feign sleep.

Thankfully, Yedam is an active listener. "Oh, really? I didn't notice it. Is he going back already?"

"Hm, I think he's still talking to our manager." Doyoung looks back to Jihoon. "Hyung, do you know something?"

Sigh. Jihoon pulls down his cap further to cover his eyes. "Nothing's going on, I think he's fine. You're just tired, Doyoung-ah. Go home, take a hot shower, get some sleep. Tomorrow we have three interviews and we need to be ready by 9 AM."

"Ah! Right, we have a morning schedule... " It seems even Yedam is exhausted enough to forget their agenda. That rarely happens, by the way. The main vocalist is already halfway across the room, pulling Doyoung's hand while the other just meekly follow. "We'll be going now, see you tomorrow, hyung!"

"Bye-bye, be careful."

If Jihoon feels bad by pretending not to see the suspecting glances Doyoung throws at him before the door closes, well, he can always blames it on Hyunsuk.

"Jihoonie?"

Jihoon opens his eyes to see the man of the hour finally shows himself. The eldest hovering above him, smelling like sweat and fatigue and anguish. Everything about Choi Hyunsuk is so clear to Jihoon, he kinda wonders how does anyone not get it.

"Hyung."

"I thought you already went back with others."

"Nope, still here. What about you?"

"Uh, just had one last rundown for tomorrow with the manager."

"Oh. Any changes?"

"No, still the same, 9 AM sharp."

"Okay."

Hyunsuk hums back before settling on the floor and leans back to the couch. The eldest looks worn out than usual, with eyes empty looking back at themselves in the mirror across the room.

From where Hyunsuk sits, Jihoon's hand could easily reach and play with Hyunsuk's windswept grass of a hair if he wants. The thought is tempting. But he doesn't.

Instead--

"Still caught up about the earpiece?"

The eldest keeps his quiet, but can't hide his frown.

"Come on, hyung. It's just one small thing."

Hyunsuk lets out a long sigh, like he's done with the conversation already, but Park Jihoon takes it as an opportunity to sharpen his people skill.

"You still performed great. Everyone performed great. I bet nobody notices it."

"There's a fancam, Jihoonie."

Jihoon scoffs. "You haven't read the comments, have you? People don't care, hyung. They care more about you being sad and depressed about it than the stupid earpiece."

"But I care!"

Silence fills the air. It's not every day the eldest raises his voice outside practice hours. It took Jihoon a couple of years to learned that it's a Choi Hyunsuk thing to bottle everything up until it got full and everything comes out in an abrupt rush. So, yes, Jihoon understands. Of course, he does, he loves the man. He'd do anything for him even if it meant proving him wrong.

Jihoon finally sits up and turns to Hyunsuk. The eldest buries his face in one hand, looking dejected than before. Probably already regretting his sudden outburst.

Typical nice guy Hyunsuk-hyung. Jihoon rolls his eyes before taking a hold of Hyunsuk's hand, forcing the eldest to face him.

"Hey. You know what's my role in the group, right?"

The eldest frowns deeper. "Of course I know, why would you even ask-"

"Then listen to me when I said you are wrong if you thought your tiny, little accident will somehow-- I don't know, damage our debut or the group reputation or whatever else you're thinking right now."

Jihoon makes sure to steadily hold both Hyunsuk's hand and gaze while he's spitting the truth but goddammit it's tough, especially when Hyunsuk has that kicked puppy dog look that appears whenever he's upset with himself.

Jihoon sighs before muttering, "Honestly, you're thinking like that, doesn’t make any sense to me, but because I love you, hyung, I'm gonna humor you, okay? So believe me when I said it will not damage anything-- anything except your beauty sleep because you think too much. Next, you're gonna get panda eyes like me. And then you're gonna have to apologize to Jaehyuk, our genius content creator, because you're gonna have to change your emoji from pig to panda. And now Treasure will have two pandas. Male and female, maybe. You can be the female since you're the 'eomma' and I'm the 'appa'. Maybe you can add purple ribbon to your emoji and--"

"I get it, I get it! Stop talking, what the hell..." Hyunsuk giggles while slightly pulls Jihoon's hand to put a brake to his rambles.

The man himself doesn't even realize he's been rambling. "You ask for it!"

The room is suddenly rich with small, quiet laughs. One hand still holds another, before Hyunsuk decides to tangled their fingers together. Hyunsuk's hand always feels so small compared to Jihoon's. It's nice, the younger leader thought. They've been so busy preparing their debut, Jihoon forgets when was the last time they held hands. He misses this.

But their debut comes first, they both know that. They've been preparing their whole life for today, after all.

"Hyung--" Jihoon starts again, "--there are still tons of things to do tomorrow. And the day after. And the day, day after that. We're gonna be so fucking busy, you're gonna forget about today, I promise."

Hyunsuk chuckles. "Yeah, I know." The eldest let out another long sigh, "I'm stupid, aren't I? To be sad just because of this."

"Yup."

"Geez, you don't have to be so honest, Jihoonie."

"You kinda are though." Jihoon just shrugs off the glare Hyunsuk sends him. "You know I can't lie."

"Yeah, yeah." And here comes the pouting Choi Hyunsuk.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

Jihoon tries to imitate Hyunsuk's pout, of course, since it's his special ability and annoys the leader more. "This. Makes you look like an angry baby."

"Ya!"

"Makes me want to kiss you, too, Hyunsukkie." Jihoon leans slowly toward Hyunsuk with that playful smirk that makes the man both frustrating and attractive at the same time.

"What... we're in the goddammn training room! Ya! I can't with you sometimes."

Hyunsuk playfully shoves him away but without untangling their hands. Like Jihoon, Hyunsuk also misses the secret intimacy between them.

Hyunsuk takes another glance at their tangled hands before bringing it to his cheek.

"But thank you, Jihoonie. For everything."

No words can describe how soft Jihoon feels right now. Hyunsuk's smile is so sweet and bright, Jihoon swears even the stars got nothing on his dear hyung.

Jihoon holds him just a little bit tighter, whispering promises they definitely can keep.

"Don't worry, hyung. We're gonna be spectacular."

"Yes. Yes, we will."

The elevator door opens on the floor of Hyunsuk's dorm. Jihoon walks the eldest up to the front door before pulling the other for a goodnight kiss. This is nothing new; a ritual they've always done whenever they come home together. Usually, it's just a peck on the lips since they're out in the open and anybody could run into them, but tonight-- tonight is different. Maybe because of today's incident, maybe because it's the day their dream finally come true, or maybe because they just secretly missed each other so much.

Tonight's their kiss lasts a little longer. Jihoon gently tugs the other lips, while Hyunsuk caresses his soft, pink hair. Strong arms wrap Hyunsuk tight, mouth asking the eldest permission to dip deeper. Hyunsuk is breathless but can't help but indulge him. He wants Park Jihoon too, he always does, for as long as he remembers.

Cold lips devour him; slow and passionate. For once, not caring about anything but each other. Like the world is theirs to begin with.

Maybe it will be theirs, today's their first step, after all.

#thanks for reading!#sukhoon #hoonsuk #jisuk #treasure #treasure fanfic #mature #sukhoon fic #sukhoon slash fic #sukhoon edits

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boseongkrp · 4 years ago

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( the ex-lover, im changkyun, he/him ) — introducing KANG JUNKYU, the 22 year old FORENSIC SCIENTIST, known around boseong as THE EMOTIONAL BRUISER. the residents would describe him as exhausted sigh slipping past chapped lips, overheating lamp on desk, empty soju bottles, the warmth of a cozy and soft blanket.

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PLEASE TELL US MORE ABOUT YOURSELF.

“about me… “ he repeats, voice low in tone and distant, his brown empty eyes glance at the table in front of him. junkyu doesn’t know if he really wants to speak about himself, he would much rather not speak at all, would much rather prefer to be back in the safety of his bedroom where those four walls were a barrier to the outside. “i’m kang junkyu, i was born on the 16th march 1998, which makes me twenty three years old.” there’s a pause, and he finds his hands clasping together, fiddling with his fingers. a habit, one that had grown after eunmi’s death, eventually calming down a couple of years after but now is back stronger than ever. it’s unsettling, really, having to talk about himself like he’s one considered doubtful. he hates the way the countless eyes are watching him, observing him like he’s hiding things. suspicious, he has no doubt it’s one thing they think of him as, but little do they know. it makes him want to scoff, to up and leave the room because fuck staying here. but he can’t, and as much as his anxiety is bubbling the longer the eyes bore into him, he refuses to show them it’s getting to him. no, he won’t give that satisfaction. “i work as a forensic scientist, have sort of done since i graduated.” it’s funny, isn’t it? he’s also has expandable knowledge on the police industry simply because of his curious nature, though not to the standards the curious presences surrounding him are, but who knows, maybe one day he would be on their level. he was determined, after all.

he chooses not to discuss things more personal to him, more deep things. like the way his heart is profoundly thumping against his chest, the way his hands already feel clammy within minutes into the interview. the way his throat feels dry and scratchy, the way he’s so tense that he partially feels like he could pass off as a statue - refuses to show that or make it known. instead, his eyes are empty, but if you look deep enough, you can see the anger, the sadness, frustration, confusion, you could see it all. but to those on the outside, kang junkyu just seems like a young adult, slightly lost in the world with a dark, heavy shadow hovering over him constantly. it’s like darkness all around, slowly embedding into everybody within the last five years and this darkness has been eating junkyu alive ever since. it’s a constant battle, an internal fight, and he refuses to lose.

unexpectedly, he glances up, eyes deterring from the table and straight into the officers eyes who sits opposite him. pauses, he chooses not to speak, instead just stares back. and then, he breaks away, averting his eyes towards the camera for a few long moments. he knows. junkyu knows what they’re trying to do. but he won’t indulge, no, he won’t.

“what do you really want to know?”

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK OF BOSEONG?

how is he meant to say that boseong feels like a deep, gaping black hole? it’s a town full of trouble, a void and he questions whether it would ever feel like a place he can call home. “well, i can think of a few other places where i’d like to be,” he nods along, naming a few places in his mind. “it’s a town full of darkness. small town, everyone knows each other pretty much, or has at least heard of each other. not really much privacy in a town like this, but maybe that’s more so the people here rather than the size.” it’s a partial dig, but it’s true. how different would boseong be if people were to mind their own business? would it be a nicer place? would.. things have been different? he can only sigh, because truthfully, even he himself doesn’t quite know what he thinks of boseong. “i’m use to it.” unfortunately, he thinks.

HAVE YOU EVER LEFT OR THOUGHT ABOUT LEAVING BOSEONG?

“who hasn’t?” junkyu answers, releasing a deep breath ever so slowly. of course he has, five years ago after everything, he wanted nothing more than to pack up and move away. he wanted to escape, to run away from everything, to distance himself from the pain and heartache. wanted to just, disappear. with all of the eyes watching him, staring at him - something he despised with an immense passion. start fresh, it was something he could only dream of, though something he knows he’ll never be able to do. not in boseong, and he knows that even moving to a different city wouldn’t make it all go away. impossible. hell, it’d be suspicious if he had, if he does. “not the happiest place here, is it?”

WERE YOU CLOSE WITH HA EUNMI? WHAT WAS YOUR IMPRESSION OF HER?

he knew this question was coming, he knew. yet, he couldn’t prepare himself enough. never would, and even the mention of her name causes him to force his eyes shut for a few moments. his heart hurts, and he just knows that the judging eyes watching him are watching twice as closely now. “yeah..” it’s a whisper, a pained one, as his eyes reopen he feels the stinging sensation. “she was my girlfriend-” the stinging gets worse, and he tries so hard to avoid letting any tears drop. “my ex, my ex girlfriend..” just another painful reminder, of all the memories, of everything that happened the months leading up to her death. “we were together for a while, she was my first and only relationship..” he really doesn’t want to sit there and discuss his relationship with eunmi, it feels invasive and there’s things that junkyu wants to keep to himself. because in boseong, everyone knows everyone’s business, and there’s things that he wishes to keep to himself, to keep private. “the last few months of our relationship, i started to notice she was,” junkyu pauses, hesitantly, and forces down the lump that sits in his throat. “she was acting different, more.. unlike herself. i noticed but.. i didn’t say anything. not until i kept hearing things, so i confronted her and.. she said she was being threatened.” can the interview be over now? it’s not like he hasn’t told them this all before, why does he have to repeat it all? why does he have to go through this all over again? “but with everything i kept hearing, i just- it frustrated me, and we started arguing, then one day we were arguing and i just..” his head bows down in shame, regret, because he wishes he had went about things differently. he failed her. “i broke up with her, out of anger. for a few weeks after, we didn’t speak at all, but we ended up getting paired for a project in class and we started talking again briefly.”

grinding his teeth together, he recalls the night too perfectly. the last night. “we were doing okay, but still hadn’t thought or spoke about getting back together. a few days before she..” fuck. “she called me while i was studying, and when i answered she was like.. uncontrollable. frantic, almost, i could barely understand and i was so tired but i tried to calm her down, and she just wouldn’t. in the end, i ended up snapping at her.” the lump in his throat feels twice as big, and even trying to force it down is impossible. the scene replays in his head automatically, like it’s stuck on repeat and never ending. “that was the last time i spoke to her. and i regret it so much. she- she didn’t deserve this at all, even after everything that happened, i never once thought of her as a bad person.” of course, even with as much strength he was using to try and push the tears away, junkyu’s powerless, and his eyes fill with hot, fresh tears that he feels slide down his face, burning his skin. “she was beautiful. from the moment i saw her, she already had a piece of my heart. she was like.. the brightest star in the sky, there was just something about her that made her shine differently. she was a fresh personality, special. we.. were there for each other, throughout our relationship and even after we had broken up. although we weren’t together, if either of us could tell something was up, we’d remind each other. but, i did pretty shitty at that..” he forces a laugh like scoff. “i loved her.. i really did, i still do.” i could have done something, he scolds himself mentally. raises a hand to wipe away the tears that dampen his skin. “i don’t wanna talk about this anymore..”

DO YOU HAVE A DARK SECRET THAT NO ONE KNOWS OF?

< R E D A C T E D >

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lgcjunkyu · 7 months ago

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PLOT CALL !

we back at it again.. i'm very excited for this trimester, feeling very nostalgic and now i've been given a break at work, i have an extra free day in my week now so expect me to be around more ! on that note, this is junkyu's plot call & tracker that i'll update. if anyone would like to plot & thread for the missions, give this a heart, or comment or message me on discord or twitter ! note: so sorry to the delay in some threads, this tumblr update where it gives you non-stop notifications when people post has been pushing my thread replies to the bottom & it's been hard finding them, but i've finally found them & will be getting to them soon ! updated: 14/07/2024 gmt.

TRAINEE MISSION 017

preparation: @lgcnathan, @lgcxnoeul ( completed )

performance: completed.

review: completed.

TEAM UNKNOWN (PART 2)

group evaluation prep (continuation): @hyuntaelgc ( completed )

LANGUAGE BOOTCAMP 001

conversation: @iseullgc, @lgckyoka ( completed )

presentation: completed.

JULY SNS

submitted

THREADS ( if anyone would like to drop a thread or pick one up pls, please let me know ! )

two peas in a pod, with @lgctee ( replied )

surprise visit, with @lgcsanghyun ( replied )

blazing stars, with @lgcxmax ( replied )

sun down, with @lgcrua ( replied )

unfamiliar territory, with @iseullgc ( starter sent )

feel the rush, with @lgcxnoeul ( replied / trainee mission 017 )

beautiful pain, with @hyuntaelgc ( replied / team unknown mission )

trainee mission 017, with @lgcnathan ( replied / trainee mission 017 )

#plot call.#let's get this show on the road

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seunghunies · 6 years ago

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Seunghun’s personality is just lovely, he said that before becoming an artist he wants to be a valuable person.The trainees love him. They have mentioned how warm-hearted, sweet, considerate, kind, loyal, reliable and hardworking he is. (I could go on forever about this but let's get to the most important part).

He has been a trainee since 4th grade, doing the exact same thing for nine years now. He has danced and sang for hours, until his own body and voice give up, probably. People like Suho and Jihyo have expressed before how hard it is to train for so long and how exhausting it can get, both physically and emotionally. Just start to imagine everything this boy has been through.

After a while of being in YG (he joined in 2015), he got into Team A and spent his time along ten other trainees who were like his own brothers. At the end of 2017, he performed with some of them in the survival "Stray Kids", which earned him a compliment from JYP himself, stating how he couldn't find a single fault in Seunghun, how he caught his attention first and that he was very good. (You can watch the clip here).

He had to see three of his friends leave the company (Midam, Noa and Jeonwoong), one choose a different path than being an idol (Raesung) and another one, who had been his friend since high school, being separated from his teammates (Jihoon).

Then, after the last monthly evaluation with Team A, YG chose Seunghun to be part of Treasure 10 because he did very well. Sadly, he still didn't make it to the first Treasure team (which consisted of seven members) because he wasn't picked, the difference being of just one vote.

In the video assessment for the trainees to get another chance to enter Treasure 7, Blackpink's members had to choose 5 out of 21 boys to perform. While practicing the songs, the trainees were amazed at how good Seunghun’s singing was. Seokhwa, Asahi and Yeongue were literally mesmerized; Jyunhao said Seunghun was remarkable and even questioned why he wasn’t a part of the Treasure team; Inhong and Yedam mentioned his strengths and the latter, along with Junkyu and Mashiho, wished they didn’t get picked by him for the 1:1 battle. (This was on ep.5, starting from minute 19:52).

Eventually, Lisa chose him and he got to sing D(Half Moon) which won the audience's heart. I must also mention how, even though everyone knew how well the song Beautiful suited his voice, he didn’t perform it because he didn’t want to go against Junkyu, let alone his other teammate, Yedam. Seunghun couldn’t make it into the treasure team once again because YG didn't pick him even though he worked extremely hard and all he wanted was a compliment from the man, yet all he got was a negative review. We also got to see how after two years and a half of training at the company, all of his teammates had gotten compliments yet he hadn’t received a single one.

Seunghun already had two chances to make it. He was almost there every single time, making him even more frustrated about the whole situation. Yet, he didn’t give up nor got discouraged and instead tried his best; he worked even harder than before.

Another chance came up: WINNER chose him and Byounggon for the 2:2 performance battle. (Take note that they were the first unit to get chosen, this can be seen in ep.7 starting from minute 4:25). Jinwoo said they were good, Seungyoon mentioned they were smart to choose a song that suited them, Seunghoon said choosing the right song was also a talent and Mino agreed saying that's the most important part. After listening to the song GonHun were going to perform, Yeongue and Yoonbin were afraid of losing their positions, the latter saying the song fitted Seunghun so well it was scary. Finally, they got to perform I'm not sorry and won against the other team since they received the most votes from the fans. This meant Seunghun had finally made it into the treasure team, regretfully though, because YG wasn't satisfied with his performance.

The semi-finals came and along the rest of Treasure 5, Seunghun pulled a great performance finally earning him the so wanted compliment from YG. However, his team didn't win first place which meant that two members had to get eliminated, one of them being him.

The way Doyoung, Hyunsuk and Jihoon were sobbing around Seunghun was devastating. They were hurt. They promised each other they’d meet at the end yet their dreams were cut short by an old man, just imagine the pain.

He has only one chance left. We won't find out until Wednesday, but hopefully he's one of the two trainees that were brought back to compete in the final.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinion but this is one of the most heartbreaking situations I've seen in my life. He deserves that debut.

Kim Seunghun, you've done well. No matter what it takes, you'll debut. You're a gem.

#not even going to bother adding the 'read more' option #bc i want everyone to read this lmao sorry not sorry #yg treasure box #kim seunghun #also #i was hoping to leave this in my drafts #buuut the whygee roach eliminated him so here we are :)#Vale.txt

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its-shiber · 6 years ago

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Until Then Pt. 2

You wanted to get out of that room but you knew you couldn’t make it out of the door without the camera’s catching you. You reluctantly watched and listened to the dance trainer’s frustrated remarks. Seeing Hyunsuk taking so much criticism was a tough sight to see. Your heart was racing, face clearly looking concerned and a lump was forming in your throat from holding back your tears of everything. Pity, anger, frustration, sadness - everything you felt just watching one of your best friends as he stood there in silence.

“Are you really the future of YG? Hyunsuk?

“I’m sorry..”

“You came to a YG program. What are you going to do if you make mistakes?”

You knew criticism was part of being an idol, part of any career in fact, but knowing that they were being twice as hard on him just because he was a YG trainee still didn’t sit well with you. You couldn’t help but feel concern for him. You had the biggest urge to just take his hand and take him away from the situation, away from everything there that could hurt him. But you couldn’t and it pained your heart having to just watch as he got berated. His expression was downcast and he could only yield and apologize.

“You have to take responsibility. Don’t play around. Please, Hyunsuk.”

“Yes…”

“Hurry up and go. You need to practice”

Once they were dismissed, the trainees left the dance room in silence and the cameras in the room stopped recording. One cameraman followed the group to film their reactions and you quietly followed behind him, making sure not to get in the shot.

Outside, the trainees all had discouraged expressions, especially Hyunsuk. Your heart broke when you saw him with his cap covering his eyes and head hung low. Jaeyoung approached him and noticed the heavy atmosphere. He gave him a hug and Hyunsuk finally let out the tears he was holding in.

“Don’t cry… Did something happen?” Jaeyoung asked as he held Hyunsuk and gently stroked his head in an attempt to comfort him. Hyunsuk was too overwhelmed with emotions to respond with words and tears continued to stream down his face.

The next thing you knew, you felt tears slip out of your eyes. You quickly wiped them away but at this point, your emotions had already gotten the best of you and you couldn’t stop yourself. Your tears continued to fall as you stood behind the scenes.

A few moments later, Byounggon had entered, no doubt because he was informed of the state his best friend was in. Jaeyoung moved aside and Byounggon took the turn to comfort and immediately hugged the still crying Hyunsuk.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, worry evident in his voice.

Hyunsuk only managed to cry out another apology.

Shortly after, Junkyu came running in with a look of worry on his face and the two YG trainees huddled around Hyunsuk. You wanted to join in and offer your comforting but you thought it’d be best to give the trainees time to calm both themselves and Hyunsuk down. The cameraman stopped filming soon after and you were grateful he had chosen to do so as it gave the trainees real privacy to let their emotions out.

At that point, you managed to stop crying but your eyes were red and swollen and your cheeks were wet with tears, making it clear to anyone that you had been crying. You felt a tap on the side of your arm and you saw that it was Junkyu offering you some tissues to wipe your tear-stained cheeks. He gave you a small smile and you quietly thanked him as you took the tissues and wiped the tears dry.

“Oh no, our little Y/N is also crying!” You heard Jaeyoung announce to no one in particular. He was probably hoping to lighten up the mood by joking around a bit.

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself, especially because you were still a bit emotional, you quickly denied.

“Haha! No, I’m not! I’m fine, really”

“Then explain why your eyes are swollen and why you sound so nasally? Hm?”

You looked at Jaeyoung, then over to Hyunsuk who had looked up upon hearing your name. He was now looking at you. His eyes still letting tears out and his face just had a look of complete defeat and helplessness. Upon seeing him look so down, your emotions bubbled up and your eyes began welling up again.

“ Because… I - How could I not…”

You slowly made your way to Hyunsuk who stood still but maintained eye contact with you. Byoungon and Junkyu initially backed away to give you two some space but Jaeyoung called them over along with the other trainees to get back to practicing and to give you both some privacy. He knew you’d both feel more at ease without everyone watching you two in such vulnerable states.

When you reached Hyunsuk, your lips quivered and your tears threatened to fall. You dropped your head onto his shoulder and you gripped onto his red jersey. The fabric had begun soaking in your tears and he could hear you sniffling. You felt Hyunsuk wrap his arms around your body. One around your back and the other cradling your head gently as he rested his chin on the top of it.

“Hey you crybaby, why are you crying? I was the one getting yelled at” he said with a nasally voice and a hint of playfulness.

This only made you cry harder because you knew he was trying to put up a front. Even with your head buried at the crook of his neck, vision blocked, you knew that Hyunsuk was faking a smile to hide his pain. You knew that he hated to see you cry and he would do anything to stop your tears from falling, even if it meant hiding his own sadness. But you didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to bottle up his feelings for you. You wanted him to openly show you his vulnerabilities just as he would always allow you to.

You shook your head in response and he listened to you while he stroked your hair to try and comfort you.

“Don’t force yourself to stop crying. I know you’re hurting right now, Hyunsuk. I’ve already told you didn’t I? You don’t have to hide it from me. I’m crying because I’m so frustrated. I know how hard you’ve been working to debut and it just sucks that you have to go through all of this.”

“I know…I know. But it’s part of the path I chose. You know it’s my dream to debut. I’ll be going through much more emotionally and physically draining things than this…And I hope you’ll be there for me when those times come, just as you are now”

You lifted your head up from his shoulders, looked him straight in the eye and gave a reassuring smile.

“Of course I will. That’s what best friends are for.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to give him a proper hug but as you did, you missed the sad smile Hyunsuk had on his face upon hearing your last sentence.

2:47 A.M

After the rough day full of criticism, Hyunsuk made sure to spend the rest of the day with practice. He focused on improving the team’s performances first which took up most of what was left of the day. He only began to practice for his own improvement once everyone had finished for the night. They all thanked one another for the help, especially Hyunsuk, after everything that happened. A few invited Hyunsuk to return to their rooms after the night of practicing but Hyunsuk insisted on staying back and improving his part.

You were one of those few who told him to get some rest but he stood firm on his decision to stay back. So instead, you decided you wanted to stay with him to keep him company and offer any encouragement he may have needed. As expected, Hyunsuk didn’t like the idea of you losing sleep because of him but you were just as stubborn when you made up your mind. After a lot of push and pull, Hyunsuk gave in and let you stay with him late into the night as he continued to practice the dance for his team performance.

There was only two of you in the practice room: Hyunsuk dancing in the center of the room facing the mirror while you sat against the opposite wall quietly watching him. He had replayed the song over and over, dancing the same routine tirelessly. In your eyes, he already seemed to have everything down perfectly but he insisted that there was still room for improvement.

At one point, he took off the sweater he was wearing because he had started to become too hot from wearing two layers and he told you to wear it to keep yourself warm. He was left in his black shirt while you were soaked up in the scent of his grey sweater. You’d never admit it, but you always secretly loved it when he offered you his clothes because they smelled like him and it was almost as if he was constantly there, giving you a hug.

About an hour later, he stopped the music which caused you to look up from your phone which you had been using to take small videos of him every now and then.

“Are you finally done for the night?” You asked as you watched him make his way over to you.

Plopping down beside you, Hyunsuk lay his head on top of your legs. “Nah, just taking a small break”.

“Mhm. And then two minutes later you’ll fall asleep and I’ll be forced to drag you back to your room”.

“Shh..Just let me take a break” He whined.

You chuckled and you reached your hand over to play with his fluffy hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. You began to hum a soft tune and he opened one eye to take a peek at you.

“Are you trying to get me to fall asleep?”.

“Maybe~,” You said with a shrug and continued to hum and gently run your fingers through his hair.

A few minutes passed with Hyunsuk just laying in your lap and his eyes closed. You almost thought he fell asleep until he opened both eyes and just stared at you in silence. You bent over slightly so that your face was directly above his.

“Hm? What are you staring at? Are you awed by my beautiful face and voice?” You teased.

Hyunsuk maintained his facial expression and continued to gaze at you.

“Hey… After this competition, if I debut… I want to tell you something.”

“After? Why can’t you tell me now?”

“Because… I just feel like now wouldn’t be the right time. But if I debut - no, when I debut, I want to tell you. I want you to listen to me carefully then okay?” Hyunsuk said quietly.

You stared at him for a few seconds, honestly a bit worried by the sound of the seriousness this future conversation may have. Nonetheless, you agreed with a nod.

“Okay. I’ll hear what you have to say”

♡

I didn’t think it’d take this long to finish this whole plot I had in mind but it keeps changing! There will be a part 3 sometime soon in the future…Not sure when but it’s coming! Once again, I’d like to thank everyone who’s read my first two scenarios! No matter the number, it truly means a lot! Thank you for reading~

#choi hyunsuk #ygtb #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenarios #yg hyunsuk #kpop #mixnine #shim jaeyoung #lee byounggon #kim junkyu #hyunsuk

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