#kim youngjo oneus

[belphies--pillow]

If anyone has a problem with me still associating Youngjo with Oneus, simply don't interact with me. He's still very important to their past, and their sound as a group. With all the new fans and all the ravn antis out there, I don't want any baby tomoons to disregard him. I don't want people to forget him. He ideally SHOULD still be with them. It's so sad that he felt the need to leave the group to protect their image, not because he did anything wrong (which he didn't, he's the real victim here) but because so many people believe those stupid, poorly edited and executed accusations, and he still wanted Oneus to have a bright future. If you believe the accusations and are not open to changing your mind, or if you believe Youngjo should be disregarded when it comes to Oneus, please just leave. If one day he himself says he no longer wishes to be associated with them, will I stop. As for now, it's my business, my personal choice, and doesn't impact you if I am OT6/OT5 (+1). If you are open to changing your mind however, please let me know. Let's please not let people forget about the significant role Ravn had in Oneus, and let us continue to support him, whichever path he may choose.

[fairyyyeo]

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐈 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 || y. hwanwoong x k. youngjo

cw: mentions of death

inspired by luna - oneus

word count: 653

feedback & interactions appreciated || please be kind <3

summary:

"He loathed his past self for the small moments and actions that had been taken for granted. He loathed the way he had brushed off the soft smiles, the understanding words, and the doting expressions." —

It has been a month since Hwanwoong passed. Youngjo is trying his best to cope with the words he never got a chance to say.

The letters were endless. Each held different words. Different wishes. Yet they were all merely one part of a grief-laden song. All screamed at the heavens and the cruel world around him. A silent and futile plea. His mind was ever-burdened. Weighed down by the countless reminders of his lover's untimely passing. He loathed his past self for the small moments and actions that had been taken for granted. He loathed the way he had brushed off the soft smiles, the understanding words, and the doting expressions.

As he stared down at his latest letter, his attention was drawn to the blue-black stains on his hands and the pooling well from the long forgotten pen. It spilled over the side of his desk, a dark waterfall melting with the shadows of his darkened room. Even this served as a reminder. This time, it was of the countless times Hwanwoong would help him when the inkwell inevitably spilled. His light laugh and endless teasing veiled Youngjo’s guilt for the ruined floorboards. But now, while the spill was small, it felt overwhelming. He couldn’t bring himself to grab a rag.

He lifted the pen, disposed of the now ruined paper, and started over.

–  ☪︎ –

My dearest Hwanwoong.

It has been a little under two months since your passing. Not a day goes by where I don’t regret all of the unspoken words. My mind has spilled over; these papers no longer feel like enough. I feel guilt over what I have taken for granted. I miss your touch. The way your eyes sparkled under the moonlight. That mischievous air you held. That constant warm feeling that enveloped me whenever you were around. I’ll admit, I still fall short when it comes to expressing how deep my emotions can be. Even after death, I still can’t fully express to you how I feel. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve changed. You would be disappointed. I can see your face now. You would give me that look, the one you reserved for when I holed myself up in our room. You would try to keep the air light, but you would know that I could tell. I could always tell. I hope you aren’t too disappointed in me. I don’t know that I would be able to handle it. There are days where I wish to join you. I often daydream about meeting you among the clouds. The weight and shadow that would be lifted from my heart. How happy we would be once again. But I yet again know how disappointed you would be with me. I truly do hate how tempting the thought seems to be. However, I won’t burden you with that. For you, I will continue to live. I will continue to see our friends. I will try my best to do what I think would make you happy. I truly despise this world for taking you away from me.

I miss you more than you would ever be able to imagine. I feel as if a part of me has been taken. It feels too empty here, too quiet and cold. I still expect to wake up with you by my side. I find myself unable to believe that you are actually gone. I sometimes talk and act as if you are still around. It hurts. I am able to compose myself around others, but my mind is a mess. I know I cannot expect myself to get over you so quickly, but in some selfish and twisted way, I wish I could.

I love you. And I miss you more with each passing day.

With love, Youngjo.

–  ☪︎ –

A single tear signs the letter. Youngjo hadn’t even realized that he had started crying. As the moon shone onto the paper, he looked up to the stars.

“If there is a god, please tell my lover the words that I failed to deliver.”

thank you for reading <3

[xdinary-lunatic]

I miss these two and their interactions 😭

[youngjo-ker]

my malus is control 🌹

Coloring:

[papermoonstone]

this clip holds so much meaning to me but if i had to explain why i wouldn't even know where to begin

[t3kandson]

Consequences

Wordcount; 2, 601

Fandom; Oneus & A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Kim Youngjo & Reader X Kim Sehyoon

Character; Kim Youngjo, Kim Sehyoon, Lee Donghun, Park Junhee, Kim Byeongkwan, Kang Yuchan, Kim Gunhak, Lee Gunmin, Lee Keonhee, Yeo Hwanwoong & Son Dongju

Warning; Angst, Arguing, fighting, jealousy, Caught affair, love triangle, injury, and blood.

Notes; Chapter 10 here.

Disclaimer here.

“Yiseo, what’s this?” Yuchan asked looking in shock as he looked around the room as if the person was hiding. “It’s not what it looks like,” you said as you put your T-shirt on. “What that you’ve just had sex on your brothers floor!” Youngjo said shaking between anger and hurt.

“Couch, we had sex on the couch,” Sehyoon’s voice boomed from the hallway. He walked in looking Perfectly dressed in a tight vest and shorts, which annoyed you that in that moment he still captivated your attention. “You fucking did what!” Youngjo’s voice boomed as Yuchan put his hand out to stop him passing. “I had sex with the girl I love,” he said strolling into the kitchen like it was nothing as he opened a bottle of beer. “You mean with my girlfriend,” Youngjo shouted out, his fists balling. “The one you stole from me,” Sehyoon bit back, his eyes smalling towards his friend.

“Right, we need to calm down,” Yuchan begged, as he struggled to keep Youngjo from getting to Sehyoon. You got between them helping Yuchan out, your tear stained eyes searching for contact from Youngjo. But he refused to give in, instead his cold glares was all for Sehyoon. “How could you do this to us, does our friend ship count for nothing?” Youngjo cried out. “What friendship, you mean the one where you go off with my girl and continue to listen to me tell my woes and my feelings, all while you was dating her yourself,” Sehyoon said calmly. “And I apologised and you said it was fine as you was dating someone else,” Youngjo replied a slight tear escaping. “I lied, must be catching or something,” he said walking to the couch where you just had sex. He sat down taking a swig of the beer he had opened acting as if he was unfazed by this all.

“I’d offer you one but it seems we’re already privy to sharing the same things these days,” he said taking another swig. Without Yuchan between them Youngjo charged at his friend, grabbing his vest and pushing his face into Sehyoon’s. “I’m not into kissing men get that from Donghun, but wait you’ve already done that,” he smirked.

Youngjo balled his fist, you ran towards it grabbing his hand before it could aim for Sehyoon. “Youngjo please don’t,”

You begged as he pushed your hand off him. As his fist balled again you jumped to catch it once more. But you missed, losing your footing and stumbling into the glass table next to the sofa.

All three of their faces paling as you felt the blood before the pain seared in. The glass had cut through an artery and blood was splurting everywhere making you feel faint and sick.

Yuchan ran to his phone to call for emergency assistance as Youngjo ran for towels to place over your arms. He used all his anger to tighten around the bleeding wound as you went weary. “Yiseo focus,” Sehyoon said snapping his fingers in front of your face. “I can’t stop the bleeding,” Youngjo said looking panicked at Sehyoon, both them covered in your blood. “Your belt,” Sehyoon ordered pointing, as he held onto the blooded towels.

You closed your eyes as you felt your breathing become laboured. Feeling the tightening of the belt around your raised arm. You felt nothing but could hear only voices as you lost your vision. Voices of Yuchan begging for medical assistance to hurry, along with Sehyoon and Youngjo’s mantra of your name filled the air as you lost consciousness.

You woke to your arm in heavy bandaging and searing pain when you tried to move. Donghun, Junhee and Yuchan’s worried face came into your view.

“Where am I?” you asked wearily under the drugged feelings swarming your brain. “Your in the hospital, you’ve had an operation, you had to have a surgical bypass to fix the artery you cut through,” Donghun said as he patted your ankle. “Where’s Youngjo?” you asked. Donghun and Junhee looked at each other and seemed hesitant to comment. “You wait till mum sees you she’s going to kick your ass,” Yuchan said sounding annoyed, you remembered what he had walked into and the drama that unfolded.

“I’m sorry Channie,” you said softly. “Don’t,” he grumbled getting up looking still annoyed with you. “Where you going?” you called out in a panic. “To tell mum your awake,” he replied over his shoulder.

You looked at Donghun and Junhee who looked a little hesitant to comment further. “What?” you said, your head swarming as you did. “I told you it would end in an explosion,” Junhee said raising an eyebrow. “Where is he?” you repeated. “They’ve both gone back home to there own home town,” Donghun replied. “Both of them,” you cried. “Well you couldn’t expect them to both stick around after that,” Junhee scoffed. “Are you here to make me feel better or worse,” you whined, feeling the every bit in need of a pity party. “Well you asked, don’t shoot the messenger,” Donghun replied. “Youngjo blamed himself for what happened. He also can’t be with someone who would cheat on him and Sehyoon didn’t like how he had become, because of his feelings for you…… so they’ve both left town,” Donghun said. Tears filling your eyes as you closed them to avoid them both seeing.

You had lost both of them and you knew it was true it was all your fault. You knew that you reacted a certain way around Sehyoon. Youngjo knew that too and you promised him it wasn’t the case. You gave him fake promises and then cheated when it became apparent that your emotions for Sehyoon hadn’t switched off. This was all on you.

Donghun tapped your shoulders, “you still have us,” he said smiling as you eyes opened. “Thanks,” you attempted a smile before the tears really attacked. “Wow feeling the love here,” Junhee said leaning his head against yours. “I’m sorry, it’s just hitting how badly I’ve fucked up,” you cried. “What would be a life if we didn’t have fuck ups hey, I’m still making them and don’t plan to stop,” Donghun chuckled.

It had been the last week at college, your final exam all reliant on the project you and Sehyoon had started. Now without him, you knew the chances of failing was high.

You had no partner, the work was rushed with a little help from Junhee all with a healing arm to contend with. But you wanted to try, if not for you but for Sehyoon for all the hard work and drama this project had caused.

Byeongkwan had ignored you on your return, feeling bitter that he lost his friend because of you, Minhee and Miyeon following suit. Junhee had held your hand through your college return and you was counting the days till you could leave this town yourself and return back to your parents. You knew you would fail the piece and fail the year and unable to return for your final year.

You stood trembling at the presenting stage, Junhee sat there in your view with Donghun and Yuchan for support. You closed your eyes to steady yourself feeling the dread, holding on Sehyoon’s words to help with the presentation.

When you opened them Sehyoon was standing there. His beaming smile that charged at you and attacked your heart. You held onto the desk to steady yourself, as he smirked leaning towards you. “You need to get those under control,” he whispered with a wink before taking the sheet from you, as he took over the presentation.

Both using your words with Confidence, you presented your final piece as well as you could. Everyone clapping in what you was sure was a positive response. However, at the back of the auditorium, your attention was taken by someone familiar.

Your eyes blinked as you took the sight of Youngjo in. His trademark smile as he clapped winking at you before turning to leave.

You bowed before you dashed in his pursuit. But when you reached outside he was no where to be found. You breathed in hard, feeling pathetic for wanting to talk to him as you relented and turned to walk back in. But your heart stopped when it saw Youngjo leaning against the door. He smiled as your eyes connected as he walked towards you.

“You came, you both came,” you cried as tears started escaping. “Of course I came, it’s a big day today and hopefully the beginning of the next part of your life.” He said his hands stroking your hair. “I’ll still have another year, if I pass,” you said. “You and Sehyoon won’t fail,” he smiled.

“Your both made of magic that no one can compare with, that’s how your pass,” he said softly, you felt the pain in his words. “I’m so sorry,” you cried sobbing. “Shhh,” he said, pulling you in, the warmth of his arms washing over you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t love you like you deserved,” you cried into him. “It’s ok, you was never really mine. I should have known better to go there,” he said stroking your hair. “But I don’t regret it, because we had fun right?” He asked into your sobs as you nodded into his chest. “I loved every minute, just not how it ended, and certainly not this. I replay it over and over in my head, this is on me,” he said stroking the cast around your arm. “It was an accident,” you said trying to reassure him. “Anyway just promise me one thing,”. He asked. “What’s that?” you said raising your head. “Sehyoon loves you so much and I know deep down your crazy about him. Give him a chance, a real one none of this stubborn ass games.” He asked. “How, he’s leaving?” you replied. “Next year your have your final year together so no he’s not leaving,” he said. “If we pass,” you whispered as he placed his finger on your lips. “You will,” he whispered still being your biggest supporter after everything.

A car beeped startling him. “Hurry up will you,” Hwanwoong shouted out the car window. “I better go,” he said pulling you in for one last hug as he kissed your head several times, savouring every kiss knowing it’s the last.

“Will I ever see you again?” you said tears clouding your view. “I’m Kim Youngjo, your very own Ravn, I’m sure your see me around,” he smirked before pulling you close, letting his lips press yours. The warmth of his tongue slipping in as you kissed one final last time.

Tears falling on both of you as he stepped back smiling before walking away. Your heart ached as you sobbed as he got in the car, taking one last look your way before getting in and driving off. Junhee’s warm arms pulled you in as your heart broke from every emotion you had held on to. “It’s ok, I got you,” he said cradling you as you sobbed hard.

You was helping Yuchan pack some of his stuff. “You’re only going for a couple months,” you scoffed at the items cluttering up for your summer break back home. “Hey I need every single item,” he pouted before You heard a crashing sound come from Sehyoon’s room.

You walked down the corridor knocking on the door. “Everything ok in there?” you called out. “Sehni,” you said panicking opening the door to find Sehyoon on the floor by his bed, looking shocked with broken Lego on the floor. You looked at the model that you previously broke and couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s not funny Yiseo,” he cursed which made you laugh harder. “It is, it really is. I told you months back that it really did fall when I shut this door and you didn’t listen, now it’s happened to you,” you chuckled. “You really are annoying,” he cursed earning a heavier chuckle. “Good because your an asshole,” you said helping him pick the Lego pieces up.

You noticed the pictures around the room, some of them had been hidden for months. “Did you do all these?” you said standing to walk closer to them. “Yes I do them when I’m feeling low, sad or any emotion to think of it,” he replied. “What about that one?” you said walking towards the one right at the back. The one you was seconds from seeing when you had that argument. “That’s my most prized painting,” he said. “Can i look?” you asked, him humming as he nodded. As you pulled gently on the sheet covering it, it unearthed the most beautiful painting as you gasped when you recognised the woman in it.

“Wow is that?” you asked pausing. “Yes Yiseo that’s you,” he confirmed, your hands trailing down the beautiful portrait that he did of you in a field of sunflowers.

“Why the sunflowers?” you asked remembering he once brought you them saying they gave positive energy. “Because you are my positive energy in a challenging field,” he replied. “You can be the damn sweetest sometimes,” you smiled as you leaned into him, he pulled his arms around your waist pressing kisses to your forehead.

“You taking that home or leaving it here for next term,” you asked. “I’m leaving it, I got the real one now to hold onto while I’m away,” he said turning you to face him to kiss you, his kisses every bit as passionate. “A calls not the same,” you said panting. “Oh didn’t Yuchan tell you,” he said raising an eye brow with a mischevious grin. “No no he didn’t,” you said intrigued. “Well come on then tell me,” you demanded after seconds more of his silence.

“We live in the same home town in fact we live in the same road, we always have,” he chuckled. Your brain paused as you tried to focus.

“There was once a younger boy who moved to town to a garden full of Sunflowers. He met a beautiful girl in his road but she was too beautiful to even notice the likes of him. So he watched her grow into the beautiful woman and watched her leave. Imagine his surprise when that same girl joined the same uni then his,” Sehyoon said cherishing each memory of you as your face dropped.

“Your the sunflower boi,” you said surprised. “But you was so so quiet,” you said blinking remembering the times he avoided your words. “How did I not recognise you?” you scoffed.

“Your memory didn’t, but your body did,” he said winking. “Plus in the year before i came here I worked hard in the gym, this didn’t just appear over night,” he said chuckling.

“Omg you must think I’m so vain not recognising you,” you said with your hands stroking his arms.

Sehyoon Pushed your hands away. “No because it was fun wooing you with the confident version of me.” He said pulling you into another passionate kiss.

“But Yuchan?” You questioned remembering him not realising you was brothers. “Well I’m not the only one that’s changed the way we looked then to now,” he scoffed as you smiled, admiring his equalling glow up.

“Will you put your boyfriend down and come help,” you heard your brother call down the hallway. You rolled your eyes smirking at Sehyoon as you pictured the sensitive blushing quiet teen he was. “Come on sunflower boi,” you said swatting his ass, before making him chase you towards your struggling brother.

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[sassbasket]

Spring Marks The Beginning

Youngjo is a painter.

He goes from one trip to another, and he never stays in one place for long.

It takes a childhood friend, a friendly landlord, a tiny farmer, a weird barista, and a moody teenager for him to find a place to bloom.

Oh, and he might be in love with the barista, a little.

Chapter 01(Begin) of my RAVN-centric ot6 fanfic is up!

[ebatothemoon]

MY MALUS IS MY GAZE // #5+1 RAVN (Visualizer)

This is the last piece of the series.

Dear Ravn,

As a person who has zero talent in painting, I found this stupid courage and I painted all over myself on a 100x170 cm canvas with red and green colors in my hands, dry roses getting spilled on me on a damn cold morning. I lived that 2 minutes and 20 seconds in complete imperfection. I felt vulnerable as your words. In every step I took on that canvas, my body wanted to go back, my heart beated faster yet I did not give up on treating the flowing colors gently. When I saw what I have done on the canvas, my eyes got teared and I had a blissful smile on my face. I hope you accept this frozen piece of imperfection as a gentle mutuality of our vulnerabilities, a proud hats off moment, and a bittersweet goodbye from me. Thank you for giving me the trust to open up my imperfections to the world. Much hugs from the sincerest place of my heart. Until next time...

Cheers!

Much love

EBA

p.s. Thank you to the artists Annika Rhea and Heather Hansen for inspiration

[ringo-angel-devil-jesus]

[belphies--pillow]

If you had told me a few months ago that Youngjo would constantly be spamming us with stories daily I would not have believed it and probably would have cried. These days I finally feel calm and know he is actually here to stay and sometimes it still feels so unreal to have gone from no news, no updates, not a single word from him and starting to lose hope, to constantly getting notifications and getting new music, and I couldn't be happier.

[kuroyurishion]

Tag Guide

General Tags:

#kpop

#gif / #tw gif / #gif tw 

#mine / #kuro’s corner

Mamamoo Tags:

#mamamoo

#mamamoo plus

#mamamoo solar / #kim yongsun 

#mamamoo moonbyul / #moon byulyi

#mamamoo wheein / #jung wheein  

#mamamoo hwasa / #ahn hyejin

Era Specific Tags:

#era: hello #era: piano man #era: pink funky #era: melting  #era: memory #era: purple  #era: yellow flower  #era: red moon #era: blue;s #era: white wind #era: reality in black #era: travel  #era: waw #era: the best  #era: mic on #era: act 1 scene 1 (mamamoo plus) #era: two rabbits (mamamoo plus) 

Oneus Tags: 

#oneus 

Former member: #oneus ravn / #kim youngjo 

#oneus seoho / #lee seoho 

#oneus leedo / #kim geonhak 

#oneus keonhee / #lee keonhee 

#oneus hwanwoong / #yeo hwanwoong 

#oneus xion / #son dongju 

Era Specific Tags: 

#era: light us #era: raise us  #era: fly with us  #era: in its time  #era: lived #era: devil #era: binary code  #era: blood moon #era: trickster  #era: malus #era: pygmalion 

Onewe Tags:

#onewe

#onewe yonghoon / #jin yonghoon

#onewe kanghyun / #kang hyungu 

#onewe harin / #ju harin

#onewe dongmyeong / #son dongmyeong 

Before: #onewe cya / lee giwook  After: #onewe giuk / lee giuk

Era Specific Tags: 

#era: ??? #era: 1/4 #era: 2/4 #era: 3/4 #era: illusion #era: one  #era: alter ego #era: voyager  #era: a small room with time #era: still here #era: gravity  #era: turn over (giuk solo)

Purple Kiss Tags:

#purple kiss 

Former member: #purple kiss jieun / #park jieun 

#purple kiss goeun / #na goeun 

#purple kiss dosie / #jang eunseong 

#purple kiss ireh / #cho seoyoung

#purple kiss yuki / #mori koyuki 

#purple kiss chaein / #lee chaeyoung 

#purple kiss swan / #park sujin

Era Specific Tags:

#era: predebut  #era: into violet  #era: hide and seek #era: memem #era: geekyland  #era: cabin fever #era: twenty (swan solo) 

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GVzc97o by Etan_Scarabey Гонхак устало трёт шею и откидывает голову на подголовник кресла, пока машина мчит его в отдел, с которым начальство одобрило сотрудничество. В другой раз они бы отмахнулись и послали бы всех к чертям. Давно ходят слухи, что в отделе Ёнджо все отбитые. Отбитые наглухо. И охреневшие вкрай. Words: 965, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский Fandoms: ONEUS (Band), ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Yeo Hwanwoong, Kim Geonhak | Leedo, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Kim Youngjo | Ravn Relationships: Kim Geonhak | Leedo/Yeo Hwanwoong Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Police, Alternate Universe - Police, Romance, Humor read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GVzc97o

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[t3kandson]

Love & Betrayal

Word count; 2,724

Fandom; A.C.E. & Oneus

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sehyoon Aka Wow & Reader X Kim Youngjo Aka Ravn

Characters; Kim Sehyoon, Kim Youngjo, Park Junhee, Lee Donghun, Kim Byeongkwan & Kang Yuchan

Warnings; Angst, unprotected sex & Cheating.

Notes; Happy Anniversary 💜💜💜💜💜

Earlier chapters found here

A specialised declaimer to this series if you have any questions.

Waking you shifted slightly to get an tingly buzz hit through your body. It wasn’t hard to realise the throbbing feeling was your morning glory hard against the sheet that you had moved against. Taking a look to the side your beautiful girlfriend was sprayed naked on her bed. Her morning bed head would make her wince but to you the view was perfect. The messy the better, it made you think of all the times you had exhausted her ravishing her body. The curve of her back so beautiful that you wanted to kiss. The duvet was wrapped between her legs just like at this very moment you wanted to be. Her beautiful resting face full of peace was delightful to witness.

You had been in love with this woman since you was a kid. Moving city’s your usual geeky appearance had no chance for the beautiful girl who lived across the road. She was so stunning and beautiful that most the guys threw there attention on her. You had tried to communicate with her but she never gave you more then a mere short lived couple of words. Boys often stealing her attention before you could even get a longer dialogue with her.

However, you was fortunate one time to find her alone in a field once not far from your school. She was sitting looking as if the world was lost. Your heart wanting to console and take her pain away. She found in the Distance a sunflower as she smiled to her self enjoying the beauty. Just like to you she was your flower the person that made you smile the warmest. Making your way to her she was startled as you approached. “Oh hi,” she smiled looking your way recognising you which warmth your heart. “Didn’t think you was the kind to love flowers,” you said sitting opposite to her on the hay. “I’m not usually, but Sunflowers they’re so pretty. They make me smile on a cloudy day,” she said frowning as she looked up at the sky. Dark swirls of clouds was beginning to form threatening to rain. “That’s a lovely way to think of it,” you smiled before watching the rain start to drizzle. “I forgot to ask you the other day, what’s your name?,” she asked as your heart beat a thousand times finally getting the question you wanted from her lips.

But before you could reply the rain started to fall harder, her beautiful body soon covered with wet soaking clothes. Taking your jacket you placed it around her smiling as you held your hand to her. “Thanks,” she giggled under the rain as you both started running. Drops of water streaming down your faces, her beautiful hair that was sticking to her face was such a beautiful sight. Your heart thumping like crazy from the warming clench of her hands in yours. Reaching your home saddened that your time with her was almost up, you pulled her towards you. She smiled looking up towards your lips and in that second you wanted to kiss her so badly.

But your first kiss was stolen moments later by the scrawny kid behind her. “Yiseo, your catch a cold,” he scoffed bringing a blanket around her. His eyes flashing to yours was one of possessiveness. Was this her new boyfriend. You knew she was popular with the boys, but seeing the moment of tenderness was heart wrenching. “I better go my brother can be annoying at times, thanks for the jacket,” she said passing it back to you. “No problem,” you said beaming at the revelation he was a protective brother not a possessive lover.

Your heart was broken when less then a week later it was revealed that she and her brother had moved to a high school in Seoul. Her Father had sent them there for better education. You had planted some sunflower seeds in your garden with permission from your mother. Hoping for some sort of closeness to the beauty that had stolen your heart.

She had returned for the summer the year after. You was so excited to see her dashing outside the minute you spotted her walking past. “Your back,” you squealed with far too much excitement then you wanted to show. She looked at you tilting her head. Her memory clearly trying to fumble your identity. You couldn’t help but feel the sting that you was so very little important to her. Not as much as she was to you, not a day you forgot about her like she was some sort of goddess. “Nice Sunflowers, sorry I forgotten your name,” she said sweetly your way. Before you could reply with your name you turned to see her attention stolen. A much more muscular bloke appeared as he walked towards her cupping her face as he kissed her. In that moment every dream that you ever made with her broke your heart beyond repair. “Bye Sunflower boi,” she smiled as if she enjoyed that kiss for show. Did she know you crushed over her?

“Bye,” you muttered feeling stupid and more importantly nothing. You swore in that second that you would never let a woman steal your heart ever again.

Each time she returned home, you avoided her focusing on your studies & health. You still kept growing sunflowers, looking after them well. It was a reminder to never give your heart to anyone else. You used the gym to build yourself up so one day you would be the heartbreaker.

You never however, imagined to see her at your creative art class at your new college. At first you was excited, it was like every emotion you ever held back came rumbling back. However, not just did she not recognise you but she had got even more full of herself over the years. You soon found out she shared an apartment with the senior Fuck boi Lee Donghun. Hearing the several comments of how they was extremely close, the pit of your stomach was full of jealousy. How was it that jerks who used women for holes was the ones she went for. It made you very irritable as you made it your challenge to annoy her as much as you could. Getting satisfaction from her strops and sulks had become your favourite moments of the day. Even if it did sadden you that she paid more attention now then ever before.

However, it soon changed the minute you noticed her that day outside your project room. You saw her lean against the window, her hands sprayed against the glass. Her eyes was shut as if she was ready to pass out. Dashing to the window your heart in your chest worrying about her health you looked at her concerned. Opening her eyes she looked at you with surprise, blinking confused at your sudden appearance. Blushing like you never seen her before you thought to yourself that you had witnessed that with others. Did she find you attractive? Your sure there was something when she dashed away as quick as she could. Swirling around as quick as you could your hopes and dreams was back alive. You was going to make sure you would get her what ever the cost. Enjoying every moment that you soon learnt made her squirm in your company.

Here she was with you even if it cost you your friendship with Kim Youngjo. Three years and going the every bit stronger for it.

Your cock throbbing still reminded you how much yours she really was. Finding your fingers, you raked them down her back stifling a chuckle when she arched sleepily. “Baby.” She cooed without opening a single eye. “Yes Princess,” you whispered deeply that you know turned her on as your lips found her shoulder. “It’s too early to wake up,” she grumbled fidgeting that was amusing. “Tell that to our friend,” you said nipping her ear lobe as her eyes fluttered open. “You tell him, I’m too tired this morning,” she whined as she flicked her head to not face you. Pouting momentarily you hovered over pressing your chest to her back, squashing her to the mattress as she groaned. “Well let me do all the work,” you said rolling your self against her ass. Legs sliding open to give you permission and better entrance, you smiled how she was such a slut for your cock. “Why is my girlfriend so lazy,” you growled once more rolling yourself into her again. “Because my boyfriend likes to get me up far too early,” she muffled from throwing her head in her arms.

Rolling the tip of your cock to her entrance she moaned that most delightful sound that has your shaft throb. You couldn’t help but take advantage needing her warm pussy wrapped around him. Slamming into her her cry’s of you stretching her filled the air. As always you felt guilt, you knew even after all these years stretching around you caused her discomfort at first. Stilling to help her adjust you pressed kisses to the top of her back. Starting a slow pace you let out a husky moan, her walls seemed to suck you in. It was like her pussy was made just for you. Picking your speed up your teeth pressed into the flesh of her neck marking her in ownership. Ever since she had become yours it was ritual to mark her up so every one knew she was yours. Panting in her ears you felt your cock squeezed by her walls. You could tell by the tremble in her thighs that her high wasn’t far. Squirming underneath, you chuckled inwardly at how caged and stuck she was with you fucking her into the mattress. Hips snapping harshly you chased your high, made easy from her walls that was clenching on and off around your throbbing shaft. “I’m going to cum,” she whined into the air with your cock feeling like it was being choked to death. “Then cream on my dick,” you choked out trying to hold back your orgasm. “Cum with me,” she pleaded panting as your hands reached for hers. Threading her fingers with yours made your body tingle. It was your favourite passtime holding her hands, but right now In this second it was intoxicating as you made love. Hands clenching each other tighter it was like you jumped off your high together. Her walls convulsing around your cock prolonged your euphoria as you filled her pretty cunt with your thick ropey cum.

Panting you collapsed into her, your cock buried deep still refusing to leave. “Love you,” you whispered after catching your breath like you did every time. “Me too,” she said clenching her hands with yours. “Suppose now I’m up we better get changed for work,” she chuckled as your lips slipped back to her neck. “Or round two,” you said against the soft skin. “How about shower sex, clean on the way to heaven,” She said chuckling as your dick twitched inside her. “He votes yes,” you said pulling out to manoeuvre to flip her. Your heart skipped a beat when her eyes found yours, like it always did stealing your heart away.

“You got everything?” You asked as Yiseo was roaming around her bedroom looking anxious. “No,” she pouted throwing her arms around you. “Why what’s missing?” you asked pressing a kiss to her crown. “Your not in my suitcase,” she sulked with her bottom lip that was just the most adorable look on her. “If I could I would, you know I would,” you said cupping her face as she gave her beautiful puppy eyes. “Man has to make his bread stop being a needy seductress,” Donghun’s voice fell from the door. He was leaning against it with his usual cocky glance but amused with what he was viewing. How on earth you could have thought those two was having sex was beggars belief. They was more like siblings, bitching yet protective to the bone of each other. Though to be fair Yuchan her twin was the same. When you realised that day that your attractive shy house mate was the same geeky boy you met as children you was annoyed with yourself for not realising sooner. You had really kicked yourself thinking that they was lovers instead of siblings. “When you get a real partner come back and lecture me,” Yiseo said as you chuckled at her sassiness. “I’ll tell Junhee he’s not my real partner then shall I,” Donghun argued back. “Open relationship’s isn’t a real one,” Yiseo said rolling her eyes. “Ok ok we’re wasting our time here bitching like a married couple you two,” you teased as they both deadpanned your way. Before either of them could bite back Junhee arrived. “Yiseo, come on,” he shouted through to your bedroom. She looked at you with sad eyes once more almost pleadingly. “Last chance,” she said before pressing her lips to yours in a passionate kiss. “Sorry baby,” you said with a gentle pat of her ass. “Well I’ll message you my room number incase you change your mind,” she said hopeful before picking her bag up to leave.

“If your missing her so badly just drive out there,” Byeongkwan said throwing himself in to the sofa. “Work,” you said swigging on your beer. “Just call in sick before you get love sick from missing her,” Byeongkwan replied as if it was so easy. “If you don’t go and see her then I’m going to be sick from hearing about it all,” Chan bitched as you smirked his way. “Seriously, you was suppose to be going with her anyway,” he said tossing his pretzel snacks into his mouth. “Who’s going to pay the rent while I’m away for a week,” you said trying to make a point. “I’ll pay the rent you can’t, it’s not like you and Yiseo’s not done it for me,” Chan offered looking at you with seriousness. “Come on Sehni, put yourself and us out our misery and go to her,” Byeongkwan pleaded as you laid your head back on the sofa contemplating.

It was that conversation that spurred you on the following afternoon. After your shift you was in the car and on your way to Busan. The early text from last week with the hotel details burning in your shirt pocket. Feelings of excitement at seeing her again even though you had only been apart a short period of time was extreme.

You already knew she was at the hotel having messaged a few hours ago that it was a chaotic day and she was looking forward to the comfort of the hotel room that she was on her way to. Though she had been quiet since that message, you had no doubt due to her busy schedule that she probably had fallen asleep.

Heart beating fast you knocked on the hotel room door, sunflowers your relationship flower in your grasp. Had she heard you? She was taking her time answering. Knocking again more louder you heard movement inside. Of course she was asleep, your perfect beautiful lazy head.

However, instead of excitement on her face when the door opened. The horror and fear on her features left your throat feeling like it was closing on you. The colour in her face draining instantly as your eyes fell to the person behind her.

You could have almost collapsed as you took the view of a topless Kim Youngjo. Had they had sex? Had he got his revenge for the affair you had when you was his. Three years he had ignored your calls had he ignored her? Had they even ever been apart? Your heart and fear and worst nightmares flashing infront of your eyes as your mind swarm in so many questions. But what was worse was you was struggling to find your breath.

“It’s not what it looks like,” She said panicking. It felt like a gutter punch. Those same words fell from her lips when Youngjo caught her from the after affects of your affair.

How could you let her break you once again. She was never yours all those years ago just like she wasn’t now.

To be continued……

Also plan to write a cross over series with Kim Youngjo.

Also as a spoiler incase your offended with how I left this. It’s not as it seems as all will be explained in Youngjo’s new series.

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Full Masterlist

A.C.E.'s Masterlist

[sassbasket]

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"Stay a while."

Youngjo startles, looking away from the window. A mild drizzle started about ten minutes ago. Youngjo has a great view from his favourite seat in the Twilight.

He came to check up on Hwanwoong. His employee was fine, if a little antsy and clingy. Dongju had dragged him upstairs when he started falling asleep on Youngjo's shoulder.

The seat next to him was vacant. Geonhak took it easily, slanting a look out the window.

"The rain," he says. "It will let up soon. Stay till then, at least."

His voice is low. Private. Youngjo glances past him. There are a few other patrons in the cafe. No one is paying them any attention.

Besides, the way Geonhak now looks at him makes him feel like he's the only man on earth.

"Don't."

Geonhak's eyes take on a mischievous glint. "Don't what, Hyung?"

"Don't look at me like that," Youngjo says, composure fraying. Geonhak looks away from his eyes, only to slide his hand into Youngjo's.

They're the same height. Why does his hand feel so much bigger? Youngjo feels lit from within with how warm his hand feels.

"Stay a while," Geonhak whispers, right next to his ear, now.

Youngjo shivers.

They're close. Too close. Close enough to hold each other.

Youngjo gives in, leans in closer and rests his head on Geonhak's shoulder.

"I'll stay."

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