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xofanfics · 8 months ago

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Lost For Words - Part V

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 🥺🤗🥵

Pairing: Reader x Kun // Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 5.7K

You were awake but didn’t open your eyes. You’d left the curtains open, you realized. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, bracing yourself for the light. Your eyes snapped open as you were met with the image of a naked Taeyong fast asleep in your bed. If you weren’t awake before, you were certainly wide awake now.

You looked around the room in horror as you recalled the events of the previous night. You replayed the night in your mind, as if it were a film, and how you took your clothes off and how Taeyong ended up between your legs and inside you. And you had the audacity to throb at the thought of him, a wave of guilt washing over you.

The vibration coming from the nightstand startled you, bringing you back to your harsh reality. Your hands felt a little shaky as you reached for your phone. Without even having to look, you knew it was Kun. Your heart pounded in your chest as you answered the call, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hey, babe," Kun's voice greeted you, laced with concern. "I didn't hear back from you last night, so I wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?"

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. You were anything but okay. You were confused, in a daze, and filled to the brim with guilt and remorse. The thought of confessing the truth and his disappointment sent a fresh wave of guilt to crash over you.

"I'm just a little hungover," you said, a half truth. "I think I might take a painkiller and go back to sleep for a little while.”

"Oh, okay," Kun replied, his voice laced with understanding. He chuckled. "I told you to make sure you drank some water to avoid a hangover! Anyway, just call me when you wake up, alright? I can bring you something to eat later."

"Okay, I will.”

Your heart was heavy with the weight of your lies as you hung up the phone. Taeyong stirred beside you, rolling onto his side. He was awake now and you weren’t sure how much of the conversation he’d heard.

“Good morning,” he said, so casually, as if this was all normal to him. He leaned on his elbow, propping himself up to smile at you.

“Uh, good morning,” you said, with a weak attempt at a smile. You were becoming hyper aware of the fact that you were naked, pulling the sheets over your bare breasts. “We need to talk about last night…”

“Okay,” he said, sitting up in the bed, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What about last night?”

You took a deep breath, not quite sure what you were going to say. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake.”

Taeyong’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I have a boyfriend, Taeyong,” you said, not sure why you had to explain. “We shouldn’t have had sex.”

“You have a boyfriend, sure,” he said, “but you made your choice. We’re both adults.”

His words stung, a sharp reminder of the mess you had created. You hadn't intended to hurt Kun, but your actions had spoken louder than words.

"I know," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know what I was thinking."

Taeyong sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "I know, Y/N," he said, his voice soft and laced with understanding. He tilted your head toward his, looking you in your eyes. "But we can't go back now."

His words hung in the air, a reminder of the reality before you. You had crossed a line and there was no turning back. You hesitated, your mind torn between regret and desire. Taeyong leaned in closer, his lips not quite touching yours. You could feel his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you really think kissing me that day was a mistake?" he asked, his voice laced with longing. "I made love to you last night, Y/N…You’re telling me that was a mistake? You regret that?"

You stared into his eyes, your own filled with a rather strong cocktail of confusion, regret, and desire. You felt torn between the guilt of your actions and the connection you shared with Taeyong. Words didn’t come.

He wasn’t wrong. Last night, you made a choice - a choice that you would have to live with and figure out how to navigate. And choices had their consequences.

You leaned into his touch and it wasn’t long before his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. You responded, your lips melting against his, your bodies pressing together, silently accepting the onward battle. The weight of your guilt and regret slowly melted away, replaced by these new feelings for Taeyong. In that moment, you were lost in Taeyong’s intoxicating embrace as you found yourself on top of him again, sinking onto his already-hard length.

Taeyong stepped out of your apartment building, the warm afternoon air washing over his face. He could still smell the lingering scent of your perfume on the collar of his shirt, along with the memory of your touch. With each step, he felt his heart ache in his chest. His emotions were all over the place and, after sleeping with you twice, they’d intensified.

You made a choice and he had, too. The two of you made those choices together. He had no regrets. He replayed the events of the last night and this morning in his mind; your sweet moans and your tender touch, your whispers in his ear and his seed dripping from inside you.

A wave of longing washed over him. He craved your presence, your laughter, your touch, not just your body. He wanted more; he wanted to see you whenever he wanted, he wanted to touch you. He wished he could be the one you came home to, the one who you shared your hopes and dreams with and the one who wrapped his arms around you whenever you were upset.

The connection he had with you was so intense, unlike anything he had ever felt before. But Taeyong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He knew that your relationship was complicated and he was entangled with you, in a web of lies and hidden desires. The thought of sharing you with another man was a bitter pill to swallow, a jealousy that gnawed at his insides. But he had to keep his composure if he didn’t want to lose you, too.

After all, you weren’t his to have in the first place.

As the hot water rippled down your body, you closed your eyes, trying to wash away the guilt that clung to you like a second skin. The memory of your actions with Taeyong haunted you, each droplet of water a constant reminder of the sins you had committed. You scrubbed your skin hard, as if you could erase the memory of Taeyong's touch. You longed for the cleansing power of water to somehow make you pure again, to wash away the stain of infidelity that marked your conscience.

The weight of guilt remained following a shower. Wrapped tightly in your towel, you moved through your apartment with a sense of urgency, cleaning and airing it out, trying to erase any and every trace of Taeyong's presence. You changed your sheets, replacing them with fresh, clean ones, hoping to remove the lingering scent of his cologne. You sprayed air freshener and opened the window, hoping to remove the smell of sex in the air. Every movement, every action, was fueled by a desperate need to erase the evidence of your wild night.

You took the Plan B that Taeyong went to get for you, chugging the pill down with water, as if that could undo things, as if it was a chance at redemption. The very last thing you needed was to end up pregnant and have no idea if the baby was Kun’s or Taeyong’s. You threw the empty box in the trash and took out the garbage, getting rid of the evidence.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. You opened the door, revealing the man you’d betrayed with a container of soup. He kissed you on your lips on his way inside. “Hey babe. I thought about making you that Chinese soup you like but I was feeling a little lazy so I just bought you some chicken soup.”

You nodded with a weak smile. “Thank you…Were you up late working?”

“Yeah,” he said, placing the bag on the counter. He started sifting through the bags so that you could eat. “I went to sleep around two. What time did you get back?”

“Maybe around 12:30,” you answered, “I fell asleep earlier than I thought. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back.”

He shook his head. “No need to apologize. I know you were fine. Do you want to eat now?”

You nodded. Your energy levels were really low and, Kun being here when you were grinding on Taeyong’s dick a couple of hours ago, didn’t help the situation. As you ate, Kun carried the conversation. He talked about the housewarming last night and how nice Taeyong was and that he could see us getting along. He talked about how work went and how his juniors were slacking. You were only half there, hearing him and trying your best to look engaged.

"Is there anything else on your mind?" he asked gently, his hand reaching out to touch yours reassuringly.

Caught off guard by his question, you hesitated. Of course there was something else on your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about Taeyong or what the two of you did. Of course, you couldn’t tell him any of it. "No, it's just the hangover," you repeated, as if trying to convince yourself of your own lie. “I think the food will help.”

Kun nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your explanation. “Wanna watch a movie? Sounds like the perfect lazy Sunday before we have to go to work tomorrow..”

Work. That was the last place that you wanted to be. You’d have to confront reality somehow and face Taeyong in real life and real-time. Would things be awkward? Would Taeyong treat you differently? You didn’t take him for a man that would put you or his job at risk, but you weren’t sure how this would go. You’d opened up a door that couldn’t be shut so easily.

It was your fault, truth be told. You weren’t perfect but, still, you couldn’t bring yourself to say that being with Taeyong was a mistake. You didn’t have any regrets when it came to him. You just regretted how it all came to be. You wished that this had happened at a time when you were single. Then, things would be okay, and these decisions didn’t have to weigh so heavily on your mind.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking away the empty containers. “Do you wanna pick this time?”

So, you tried to get back into normalcy by watching a movie with the man you were supposed to be in a relationship with.

The next day at work, you found yourself glancing over at Taeyong every so often, a knot of guilt tightening in your stomach with each glance. His presence was a constant reminder of the sins you had committed, a secret that weighed heavily on your conscience.

Taeyong, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the tension between you. He continued to greet you with his usual warm smile and engaging conversation, even going so far as to brush against your hands in passing moments. You tried to avoid his touch, to maintain a professional distance, but his subtle touches made you question whether or not you were overthinking.

The workday dragged on, each minute dragging on as you sat with your conflicting emotions. You longed for the day to end, to escape your team, along with the weight of your guilt.

Finally, the clock struck five, signaling the end of your workday. As you gathered your belongings and headed out of the office, you picked up your phone to see a text from Taeyong.

Taeyong [5:01PM] : Can you meet me at Hidden Moon Bar?

He sent a link and it was a five minute walk from the office. You texted back, agreeing. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite ignore Taeyong or pretend that what happened didn’t happen.

You said your goodbyes and left first. As you walked, you wondered how the conversation would go. All you knew was that this couldn’t continue. You had cheated on Kun, yes, but it would be better to stop now before things got out of control. You just needed to stand your ground and not get tempted to go back on what you wanted to say.

You sat down at the bar, deciding that you definitely needed a drink to have this conversation. A moment later, you had a glass of Pinot Noir in your hand. After a few gulps, you felt much better about things.

“Hey Y/N,” said a familiar voice from behind you. So casually, Taeyong took a seat on the barstool next to you. It wasn’t crowded, thankfully, as the happy hour crowds hadn’t made it just yet. “What are you drinking?”

"Hey," you said, your voice laced with a hint of nervousness. “I got Pinot Noir.”

Taeyong called over the bartender to say, “Can I have a glass of Pinot Noir, too?” He took out his wallet, pulling out his credit card. “You can put mine and hers on this card. Thanks!”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He said, “No problem. Well, anyway, we should talk about what happened, right?”

“Yeah, um, what we're doing, what we did…it's not right. We shouldn't be doing this, Taeyong. We're coworkers, and it's too complicated. I think you should date other people, seriously."

He looked at you, without saying a word. He didn’t say anything for a long time, to the point where you began to feel a little awkward. He sighed and took a sip of the wine the bartender had just placed in front of him. He took a long swig and put the glass down before turning back to you. "Y/N, dating other people isn't going to change how I feel about you. I can't just turn off these emotions. Trust me, I've tried, but it's not that easy."

You sighed, realizing the depth of the situation. "Taeyong, you deserve someone who can really be with you. Someone you don’t have to sneak around with. It's not fair to you."

He leaned back in the chair, studying your face. "You think I want just anyone? I want you, Y/N. And I understand it's complicated…”

You shook your head, feeling the weight of responsibility. "It's not just about us; it's about my boyfriend, our jobs, everything. I can't just throw it all away."

"I get it, Y/N. I do. But I can't deny what I feel. I can't just pretend that we didn’t kiss, that we didn’t have sex, that we’re just nothing.”

You said, "Taeyong, I care about you, but we can't keep going down this path. It's only going to get more complicated."

He leaned a little closer. "What if I don't want to date other people? What if I just want to be with you, even if it's complicated?"

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the situation. "Taeyong, we can’t…"

He sighed, a mixture of frustration and sadness in his expression. "I can't promise that my feelings will just disappear. But if you think it's the right thing to do and that this is what you want, I'll respect your decision."

The office clock ticked down to 5:00 PM, signaling the end of yet another busy week. As people began gathering their belongings and preparing to leave, Kevin turned to the group with a grin. "Hey, is anyone up for dinner tonight?" he asked, shutting his laptop. “I have no plans. Someone please say yes.”

A few heads nodded in agreement, while others declined, letting him know that they already had plans. Attention was on Taeyong now, as he hadn’t responded.

"I can’t. I have a date tonight," Taeyong announced, in a light, casual tone.

While your coworkers laughed and teased, a pang of jealousy coursed through your body. A date? Already?

Hina, turning off her monitor, stood up from her chair. "Is this the first date?"

Taeyong nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah," he answered. "Seolyun gave me a suggestion for a steakhouse so I’m going to take her there. Supposed to be pretty good."

You recalled your recent conversation with Taeyong last week, where you had encouraged him to see other people. That meant that dates were a thing. You felt jealousy and regret, realizing you weren't as prepared for Taeyong to move on as you thought. The suggestion to date others had been a bit easier in theory than in practice. You did your best to hide your emotions, forcing a smile as you joined the others in wishing him a good time.

Kevin, always eager to add to the conversation, chimed in, "So, how did you meet her?"

"Online dating app," Taeyong replied casually. "We were texting for a while and I asked if she had any plans, so I figured why not take her out tonight?"

Seolyun, your curious coworker, couldn't resist the urge to pry. "Can we see a picture?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

Taeyong chuckled, "I'll show you if we end up dating," he teased. “I don’t wanna jinx it.”

The thought of Taeyong moving on and potentially having a new girlfriend stirred a mix of emotions within you. While you genuinely wished him the best, you couldn't deny the lingering feelings you still had for him.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave the office, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. What was going to happen now?

Taeyong found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, conflicted emotions playing on his face. Tonight was the night of the date he agreed to. He’d be a liar if he said that he wasn’t nervous about it. He adjusted his collar, wondering if he was making the right decision. By going on a date, he was respecting your boundaries, right?

The girl he was about to meet was pretty and she seemed genuinely nice. He didn’t know much about her yet, but he thought that maybe this could work out in his favor. But as he buttoned up his shirt, a nagging thought tugged at the edges of his mind – she wasn't you. And she never would be.

The conversation he had with you had been playing in his mind all week, like a broken record. Taeyong sighed, trying to come to terms with what you’d said. If you wanted him to see other people, he reasoned, it meant you didn't want him. He had to at least try to move on, to forget about the feelings he had for you. Yet, the mere thought of being with someone else made his heart ache.

Glancing at the clock, he realized it was time to leave. He locked eyes with his reflection, trying to give himself a pep talk. It’ll be fun, he thought, trying to reason with himself, an internal battle plaguing his heart. Just one date, he told himself. She seems to be a nice girl. Maybe we’ll hit it off.

There are more girls out there other than Y/N, Taeyong.

All of these thoughts crossed his mind but he wasn’t sure of himself. Maybe this date would be a step towards closure, a way to untangle himself from the feelings he had for you.

As he stepped out into the night, Taeyong couldn't shake the lingering doubt. Deep down, he couldn't escape the haunting question – was he truly ready to move on, or was this just a futile attempt to fill the void left by someone he couldn’t have?

The week had been long, filled with deadlines and endless meetings, so when Kevin suggested grabbing dinner and drinks to unwind, you decided to get on board. Spending time with friends seemed like a much better option than sulking at home and being trapped in wonderings about Taeyong and this mystery woman.

As you all settled into a cozy corner booth, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation surrounded you. The menu was passed around, each person expressing their preferences and sharing recommendations.

Seolyun scanned the cocktail menu with enthusiasm. "I heard their mojitos are really good. Anyone up for one?”

Hina, sitting beside you, offered a thoughtful smile. "I'm game. Mojitos it is."

“Speaking of mojitos, me and my cousins are planning a trip to Cuba!”

Despite the lively conversation about mojitos and travel, your thoughts drifted to Taeyong yet again. Who was this girl? What did she look like? What was her personality like? Most importantly, would Taeyong like her? Would he like her so much that he ends up in a relationship with her?

Every few minutes, you found yourself reaching for your phone to look at Taeyong’s Instagram profile. You'd refresh the page, hoping to catch a glimpse into his date, hoping to see a photo, a story, anything that would tell you where he was or what he was doing.

“Any travel plans coming up for the summer, Y/N?” asked Kevin, as he put a few pieces of pork belly onto your plate. Now, you were being forced into the conversation. And rightfully so.

“Nah, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere but I’m not going to lie, a beach trip would be amazing. Me and Hina were talking about maybe doing a weekend trip.”

“I haven’t been in years,” said Hina.

“It’ll be nice to get some seafood,” you added.

“Speaking of seafood,” chimed in Seolyun, “should we order squid to grill?”

As the night went on, you were almost filled to the brim with anxiety. No matter how good the food was or how strong your drink was, you could only think of Taeyong. The thought of him enjoying an evening out with a nameless, faceless woman filled your heart with frustration and envy.

Every notification, every vibration, every sound made your heart drop. Everytime you got a notification, you hoped that it was him and you hoped that he was thinking about you as much as you were about him. But it never was, and that hurt more than you thought it would.

As you were on the subway heading home, you realized that you basically only knew Taeyong as a friend. You hardly knew him as a lover, but you wanted to. Was he patient? Was he the type of man to give you random gifts, just because? Would he plan dates without you having to ask? Was he willing to work things out if you had a fight? You wondered what kind of man he’d be like, if you were dating.

A shower wasn’t much help either. Those thoughts didn’t disappear but they shifted to the memories of him being here with you. You thought of how hard he kissed you, how he grabbed your hands and held them down as he thrusted into you in missionary, and how deep inside you he was. It was almost as if Taeyong figured out your body and how to please you in just a night. You throbbed at the thought.

You knew you had no right to feel this upset about it. You had Kun, your loving boyfriend who was on his way right now with a bottle of the Pinot Noir that you loved. And here you were thinking about a man that you couldn’t have.

You’d invited him over before you got in the shower because you felt alone. You wanted what you couldn’t have, so you went with the next best option. It wasn’t that you didn’t love or care about Kun; you did. But Taeyong had shown you excitement that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Kun felt…safe. Taeyong felt dangerous. There was something about the thrill of it all that turned you on a little bit.

As you got out of the shower and wrapped your towel around you, you found yourself picking up your phone again. You clicked on the Instagram app for what was probably the hundredth time tonight and found that Taeyong had finally posted something — a story. You pressed your finger on Taeyong’s icon and found the photo that you’d been waiting for all night long. You held your finger down because ten seconds to view it wouldn’t be enough for you. Taeyong had taken a picture of a perfectly cooked steak, medium rare and glistening just how he liked it. The steak looked amazing, but what really caught your eye was the small bouquet of flowers across the table and the perfectly manicured hand you could see holding a steak knife in the top right corner. And to top it off, he put 5 star emojis with the location of the restaurant tagged.

You felt your eyes become hot with what you could only assume to be tears. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony, a cruel joke. Were you really upset with him when you were the one who told him to see other people? You couldn’t possibly keep up an affair with him. It was wrong and you both deserved better than to drag each other around on strings and making promises you couldn’t keep. You’d uttered those words at the time but you weren’t sure that you actually meant them. And here you were — jealous.

You heard the front door open and close, signaling your boyfriend’s arrival. Before you went out there, you needed to pull yourself together. You took a deep breath. Suddenly, you wished that you hadn’t asked for him to come over. But maybe it made sense now. Instead of being left alone with your thoughts, having company seemed like the better option.

“Babe?” he called from the kitchen.

You wiped your tears with your towel before you went out to greet him. “Hey, babe.”

Of course, he greeted you with a smile that made you feel guilty. As you got closer, he said, “You okay, Y/N? You look like you’ve been crying…”

You said, “I think it’s just my allergies.” A lie, but believable.

As you wiped away what was left of your tears, he said, “Do you need some medicine? I can go get some if you need…”

You shook your head. “I’m okay,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’d love some of that wine though.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah,” you said in a low, husky voice. You kissed him back, harder this time. Kun was surprised at your forwardness and pulled you closer to him. You could feel him getting hard and, sneakily, he made your towel fall to the floor.

“I’ll pour some wine,” you said, pulling away from his embrace, and showing off your body. You could see him biting his lips as you reached into the cabinet for your wine glasses. His eyes never left you, even when he was across the room on the couch.

A moment later, you were walking toward him, wine glasses in hand to place on the side table. Then you disappeared into your bedroom and changed into the lingerie set he liked. Little did he know, he followed you and watched you as you changed.

“You look good,” he said, coming up behind you. “Are you horny, babe?”

You turned around to face him, nodding. You were met with your wine glass. You took it from him and took a long swig of the red wine. A little bit dripped down your chin as you pulled the glass away and Kun was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, slowly.

You took another sip and you watched him over the top of your glass. After you put the glass on top of your dresser, Kun pulled you close to him, pressing your body against his. You said, “So are you going to do something about it?”

You bit your lip. “Maybe…” Reaching down for his pants, you pulled them down. He was left in his boxers, his hardness poking through to give you a nice view. You heard a small groan come from his lips as you pulled those off, too, freeing him from the constraints. You ran your fingers back and forth across the head of his penis, teasing him, and watched it jump each time. You got down on your knees and took him in your mouth. You sucked his dick, nice and slow, at first. Then, you picked up the speed, drawing louder moans from your boyfriend. He put his hand on your shoulder and you knew that if you kept going he’d cum before you could get him inside you.

You pushed him back onto the bed, to his surprise, and climbed on top of him. “Take this off,” you said, referring to his shirt. You quickly helped him with the buttons and tossed the shirt to the side. He sat up and latched onto your nipple; he had easy access thanks to the lingerie, which had a small hole designated for them. He licked and nibbled on them. You screwed your eyes shut in pleasure, letting out small moans. Then, he reached down to your slit, running his fingers across it. You could tell that you were wet, partially because of the stimulation and partially because you thought of what it felt like when Taeyong touched you.

He said, “Are you ready?”

You nodded. “Fuck me, Kun.”

With that, he flipped you over onto your back. He slipped in easily and started thrusting into you right away. Your walls gripped at him tightly, making him groan. With each stroke, you could hear how wet your pussy was from that wet, squishy sound. Hearing it must’ve made him excited because he was suddenly fucking you harder, faster; it was hard to catch your breath with the feeling of your body being pounded into the mattress.

He buried his neck into yours as he thrusted in and out of him. From the way his breathing got heavier and heavier, you could tell he was close. The thought got you so excited.

“Ride it, babe,” he said, pulling out.

No words were exchanged. You just sunk down onto him with a squish. He groaned in response and let you take control. You started grinding on his dick, back and forth. Your wetness began soaking his pelvis and his lips parted in pleasure.

“That’s my good girl,” he said. “There you go.”

Hearing his voice made you throb even harder. You started going faster. It wouldn’t be long until you rode yourself into an orgasm. It wasn’t often that you found yourself having vaginal orgasms but today was the day. You could almost taste that delicious feeling building up inside you.

In the moment of your orgasm, you got lost in the movement of your hips. You allowed yourself to forget. You forgot about the guilt and the lies. You lost yourself in the feeling of Kun’s fingers digging into your hips instead.

But even as you came, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder, in the back of your mind, where Taeyong was, who he was with, and if he was thinking of you, even just a little.

But this was safe. Being here with Kun was safe.

Taeyong tossed and turned in bed that night, not able to get much quality sleep. He’d dozed off here and there, but it’d been nothing substantial. You crept into his dreams again and things were perfect. It was as if he was living in an alternate universe, one where you were single and being right or wrong didn’t matter. In the dream, you were his and he was yours. He could almost smell the scent of your perfume, almost feel your lips on his. It was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

Despite the content of his dreams, he had a good time on the date. Her name was Hyewol. He started the night off in the same way he would’ve wanted to with you, if he had the opportunity. He met up with her, greeting her with a small bouquet of roses. Then they walked to the restaurant together and got to know one another on the way to the restaurant. They told each other the basics: where they were from and where they worked, what schools they went to and what countries they visited, and their favorite things. Then, they enjoyed steak and wine for dinner.

He let her know that he’d like to take her on another date and, luckily for him, she was all for it. Part of him believed that maybe he could date her, that he could move on. But the truth was that she wasn’t you. So far, she was a person he could see himself with, but that wasn’t enough. Their chemistry wasn’t as strong. He could tell just by the way that he was in no hurry to kiss her.

He’d spent the past week on dating apps, hoping that the void he felt in his heart would be filled. He’d swiped through profiles, messaged other women, and he even went on a date tonight. The problem remained and it was that you couldn’t be replaced.

It was a bit dramatic, he supposed, but he felt as though he couldn’t just be friends with you. The two of you had crossed a line and it was too late to turn back now. The damage had already been done, hadn’t it? What if he just pushed forward anyway? No, he thought. He had to respect your boundaries. He couldn’t just tell you no. So he needed to figure out if you were serious about him moving on. But for now, he’d give it some time first. Maybe you’d change your mind and come to him instead.

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a-tiny-thing · 10 months ago

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backburner // q.k

kun x reader

"hey, i want that"

i told him while pointing at the lonely chips bag lying flat in the shelf on front of me.

it seems like people did not bother to buy it today, i don't know if it's because they don't like the flavor or it's just gonna expire soon.

either way, i'll take it home 'cause I pity it. like how i should be for myself.

"take it if you want it, i'll pay for it anyway" he mumbled the last part, and I chuckled.

and then suddenly i jumped on his back and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"you serious?" i asked as I squished my cheek onto his.

"get off me" he said while quietly laughing, pushing me off his back, conscious that the few customers there could see us like that.

so I granted his wish and hopped down. i'm still smiling.

"yeah, i'm serious, just take what you want..." he said while continuing to roam around the aisles.

and so i got what i want...

"how about you? are you going to get something?"

"i'm good with this" he lifted the coca-cola can in his right hand.

We walked towards the sleepy cashier near the exit, suddenly jolting up when he heard the sound of the can landing on the marbled counter.

then i started staring at his face while he fishes for his brown wallet in his jeans' pocket.

and i stared.

"hey, let's leave now" kun snapped his fingers on front me, stopping me from staring at him too much.

he's used to it. i'm used to it. so it doesn't really matter i guess...

he was about to lead me out of the store, carrying the paper bag, when suddenly raindrops started pouring.

"shit, let's just stay here for a while..." he told me, pushing me gently back inside the store.

i said nothing as I went back to looking at his face.

"you know, your staring won't change anything between us..." he finally looked at me, then looked out the glass window walls to see if the rain finally stops.

"i'm sorry i can't help it, it just gets worse everytime i'm with you..." i mumbled the last part.

suddenly, the floor is so pretty to look at.

i felt that he looked at me again, taking a long pause before saying the next brutal words for me.

"you know i'll never be in love with you, right?"

shit. uhh, that hurts. like really fucking hurts.

i nodded in agreement.

"i hate that you keep torturing yourself for this..." he said to me. pitying me for what i am to him

"no, don't be...I...I'm just hoping that we w-would continue being friends like, this..I" a tear accidentally came out of my eye as I tried to explain it to him.

he stood there in silence.

"I just still want to be someone you can lean on to, even if you don't really like me back or anything, no, I...just want to be your friend..."

now i can't stop my tears from coming out. i'm glad that the cashier finally gave in and slept so he wouldn't hear me sobbing at the corner because of the man right beside me.

i can't really look at him straight in the eyes because he's going to hurt me more, so my eyes just wandered everywhere around the store, avoiding his..face.

i know that kun doesn't really know how to react to this, to me.

so he just pulled me by the hand to keep me close to him, my left cheek on his chest as he rubbed up and down my back to calm me down from crying.

my hands gave in to him, and weakly held onto the hem of his shirt to keep him close to me even more.

and it helped me calm down, but the pain of it was still lingering inside me...

and i'm already okay with that.

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swee7dream · 4 months ago

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haechanhues · 6 months ago

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THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.

chapter twenty two : qian kun

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nominzn · 1 year ago

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The Story Of Us V

— Isso é amor? Kun Qian Segundo Ato: Getaway Car

nada bom começa num carro de fuga.

notas: oficialmente acabamos o penúltimo capítulo de the story of us. ai, tô nervosa! o final deste ato vai dar o que falar... hahahah.

A chuva cai sem perdão agora, justo porque você esqueceu o guarda-chuva uma vez no ano. Reclamar não é uma opção, a noite foi tão divertida pelo reencontro de alguns colegas de turma da faculdade, uma chuvinha torrencial que encharca suas roupas é pequena demais para te fazer ficar estressada.

Mas não dá para conter os xingamentos quando absolutamente todos os táxis ignoram seus sinais. Já era de se imaginar, né, todos os ocupados.

E se eu der uma voltinha no quarteirão?

A rua cheia de bares e restaurantes não facilitaria sua busca, mas talvez algumas ruas adiante consiga. Além do mais, já está toda molhada mesmo.

Apesar de ser um bairro diferente do seu, atravessar pelas esquinas não é tão difícil. O problema é que, mesmo olhando para todos os lados, não há um carro amarelo sequer, e para piorar, o movimento de pessoas também é menor.

Apressa os passos, virando à esquerda e quase comemora ao ver um táxi parado. Assim, de bobeira. Corre os poucos metros que os separam e entra com tudo no banco de trás, assustando o motorista é claro.

— Boa noite, moço. — sacode os cabelos. — Caramba, tá muito difícil achar carro hoje.

— Dona, o táxi tá ocupado. — o senhorzinho avisa, com pena nos olhos. Você vasculha o carro e não vê ninguém. Como se a entendesse, ele continua. — Tô esperando o rapaz que agendou com a cooperativa, mas confesso que ele tá um tantinho atrasado.

Uma luz de esperança surge no seu corpo tenso.

— Qual a tolerância de atraso?

— Ele tem mais 2 minutos.

Isso!

— Tem problema eu esperar aqui, então? Não, né?

O senhor balança a cabeça negativamente, e você suspira já cantando vitória. Em poucos minutos estaria em casa.

Quando um elevador sobe rápido demais, também cai facilmente.

A porta do táxi abre de repente, e um homem alto e forte entra, fugindo dos pingos grossos que ainda não deram trégua. O motorista te olha pelo espelho retrovisor com dó, mas também engole seco. Como iria explicar? Você revira os olhos e bufa, finalmente sendo notada pelo outro.

— Boa noite, senhor. Nós vamos para o… Quem é você? — ele pergunta ao reparar sua presença e passar os olhos pela sua figura.

— Eu já vou sair, me perdoa, eu…

O rosto é familiar. Familiar demais. Mas é impossível. Ele ainda está na…

Não consegue terminar de raciocinar porque o estranho sorri para você, também te reconhece, agora que realmente se veem. E esse sorriso é impossível ser de outro alguém.

Suas mãos tremem um pouco, e o coração bate mais rápido. Definitivamente ele está diferente, porém alguns traços são exatamente os mesmos. Delicados, perfeitinhos.

— Jaemin? — sai como uma pergunta trêmula. — Que coincidência!

— Nossa! Sim! Eu… nem sei o que te dizer. Quanto tempo! — ele ri de verdade, preenchendo o ambiente apertado com o som que não ouvia há anos.

— Pois é! — você o segue, envergonhada. — Não sabia que você tinha voltado pra cá, achei que estivesse na Alemanha ainda.

— Ninguém sabe, é recente. — confessa num sussurro. Parecia lhe contar um segredo, e você nota pela expressão brincalhona que o carisma ainda é uma de suas qualidades. — Cheguei tem pouco tempo, tô num projeto novo. Mas e você?

É então que se dá conta da situação em que está. Completamente tomada pela chuva e ainda por cima roubando o transporte alheio.

— Tô bem, melhor do que eu mereço. — desconversa, querendo adiantar o pedido de desculpas. — Olha, foi mal por isso. — gesticula para o carro. — Eu já tô indo, vou deixar você ir pra casa. Foi um prazer te ver de novo!

Cedendo à vontade de fugir, segura firme na bolsa e abre a porta; Jaemin, todavia, impede que saia do carro antes mesmo que coloque as pernas para fora.

— Não, tá maior chuva. — ele passa os olhos pelo seu rosto, parece pensar em algo. — Teria problema a gente alterar a rota? — pergunta ao motorista.

— Não, problema nenhum, senhor. — teria sim, só que não deixaria uma moça na rua essa hora da noite. Para tudo tem um jeitinho.

— Então tá resolvido. Te levo em casa e depois vou pra minha, não aceito não como resposta.

A cada palavra que ele diz, sua mente te leva de volta aos seus quinze, dezesseis anos. Você assente devagar, ainda um pouco estatelada, e então ouve o ronco leve do motor. Vê-lo pelo instagram muito raramente é completamente diferente de agora. Incomparável.

Foi uma grata surpresa, porque, além de ser o seu primeiro amor, Jaemin também te ajudou demais com a proposta de dividirem o táxi. Outra coisa sobre ele que não mudou foi a facilidade para conversar, ouviu-o tagarelar sobre assuntos aleatórios, rindo das expressões exageradas que fazia ao enfatizar uma ideia. Parecia que os anos sem se ver não eram nada para ele.

Chegando no seu endereço, você se despediu com um abraço fajuto e entregou o dinheiro da corrida para o motorista sem que o menino visse.

— Obrigada, Nana. Foi muito legal te ver! Até…

Jaemin sorri grande ao ouvir o apelido antigo. Há tempos ninguém o chamava assim.

— Eu te mando uma mensagem pra gente botar a conversa em dia direito. — espera alguma aprovação sua, que vem em forma de um sorriso tímido. — Boa noite.

Ele te observa sair do carro e disparar até o lobby, onde é recebida pelo porteiro preocupado e sua bronca paternal.

O motorista limpa a garganta.

— Podemos ir?

— Uhm, sim, sim. Claro.

Aquilo definitivamente foi um sonho. Mas Jaemin?

Grogue e irritada pelo despertador, se senta na cama e repassa os eventos da noite anterior.

Amigos, faculdade, chuva… Jaemin. Que loucura.

Começa a cumprir a rotina no modo automático, pensando em como ele está diferente, e se você também tinha deixado a mesma impressão. E se ele também acha que te ver de novo foi muito esquisito. Esquisito bom.

Já com a bolsa toda pronta, a campainha irritante te assusta.

— Bom dia, chatinho.

— Já fui mais amado, hein? — Kun deixa um selinho nos seus lábios depois que você fecha a porta. — Bom dia, linda.

Você sorri empática, sentindo a mesma ardência na barriga de sempre. Desde que dormiram juntos, Kun se aproximou mais: mãos dadas no carro, selinhos de cumprimento, expectativas… Tudo que você não estava procurando quando deu em cima dele. A cada dia que deixa ele pensar que tinham algo além de casual, a culpa dentro de você cresce.

Não têm absolutamente nada rolando, mas por alguma razão você não consegue deixar claro. E, como se fosse óbvio, não acha que dê para terminar algo que não existe.

No carro, por fim, tem tempo para checar o celular. Algumas notificações aparecem na tela: Yang, mãe, os amigos de ontem e Jaemin. Ignora todas as outras mensagens e, vencida pela curiosidade, abre o instagram e espera o aplicativo carregar com muita agonia.

Jaemin: não te perdoei por ter pago a corrida sem eu ver

Jaemin: agora eu tô te devendo uma

Jaemin: amanhã cê tá livre na hora do almoço?

A sua expressão chocada chama atenção de Kun. Preocupado, repousa a mão na sua coxa por um instante e deixa dois apertos ali.

— Tá tudo bem?

— Hã?

— Sua cara… aconteceu alguma coisa?

— Não, é… um amigo que não vejo há anos me mandou mensagem.

Silêncio.

Kun repara suas respostas curtas, sua distância, repara quando tenta evitá-lo no trabalho… Ele só não quer admitir para si mesmo que sabe o que isso significa. Na verdade, já reconhece, mas não vai permitir que sua chance se perca assim.

— Hoje eu vou ter umas reuniões, mas amanhã a gente pode almoçar? — ele pergunta, já no elevador.

— Amanhã eu tenho um compromisso. Acho que não vai dar. Outro dia? — sorri e avança pelo corredor quando as portas abrem.

O dia será longo, e Kun não tem tempo para pensar nisso agora. Entre os encontros com representantes, gerentes, líderes de equipe, ele te espia pela janela. Força um sorriso aqui e ali, encontra as soluções para as pendências dos contratos, mas o pensamento não desfoca de você, principalmente quando te ver sorrir para o celular várias e várias vezes.

Amigo? Compromisso?

Não gosta nada disso. No entanto, sabe que não tem o direito de ter ciúmes e muito menos de questionar algo.

No dia seguinte, a mesma coisa se repete. A única diferença é que o beijo que ele tenta te dar vai para a bochecha, você desvia. Conversam sobre qualquer coisa no carro, mas Kun percebe que está se forçando a criar assuntos, não é natural.

Os sorrisos ao usar o celular escondido são maiores, as risadinhas causam nele pequenas pontadas de desânimo. Talvez se ele tentar conversar…

Kun se levanta para ir em direção à sua mesa, porém bem quando abre a porta da própria sala, você pega suas coisas e deixa o escritório. Horário do almoço, é claro. Não contém um suspiro frustrado, voltando para a posição anterior.

Num dos restaurantes executivos perto do prédio, você encontra Jaemin Na já te esperando numa das mesas do recinto agitado. Ele acena para que o veja, então caminha até ele, animada.

— Você gosta de peixe, né? — faz a pergunta que estava ensaiando nos minutos passados, não conseguia lembrar disso.

— O quê? — finge estar magoada pela falta de memória do homem. — Gosto sim, claro. — relaxa a expressão rígida e ri, fazendo com que ele relaxasse.

— Pô, que bom! Porque eu pedi isso pra gente dividir.

— Hmmm, gostei. — belisca um dos pães como aperitivo. — Bom, me conta tudo, né. Cê disse que queria colocar conversa em dia.

Jaemin começa a, novamente, tagarelar sobre como veio parar aqui. Ele abriu uma empresa de consultoria na Alemanha que começou a fazer sucesso, mas ele sempre teve interesse nas áreas de publicidade e propaganda. Acabou que, há um ano atrás, conheceu um cara que estava no país estudando exatamente sobre isso.

O encontro foi engraçado, se conheceram em uma festa da amiga da amiga de Jaemin, que estudava na mesma turma do tal amigo. Foram apresentados e clicaram na hora, foram os chatos que conversaram a noite toda sobre carreira. Honestamente, achou que não ia dar em nada, só que dali floresceu uma amizade. E, aos poucos, a ideia de abrir uma agência de publicidade juntos surgiu. Jaemin entraria para administrar, e ele com a mão de obra.

Quando o cara precisou voltar ao próprio país, eles já tinham todo um esquema pronto. Por que não tentar? Alguns investidores toparam o compromisso, e eles agora estão trabalhando juntos para erguer um nome.

— Você precisa conhecer ele, mas a agenda tá complicada. — Jaemin checa o celular. — Ah, não, calma. Sexta a gente se deu folga, bora num pub ou jantar? Acho que vocês vão se dar bem.

Às sextas, você normalmente passa um tempo com Kun. Hesita um instante, então resolve aceitar o convite. Não faria mal.

— Eu tô livre sim. — beberica o pouco que falta do suco. — Mas tem certeza?

— Quê? Claro! Vai ser legal, vai.

— Tá bom, então. Tudo bem.

Terminam de almoçar entre algumas piadas e as expectativas para a próxima saída. Depois, Jaemin te acompanhou até a editora a pé, disse que seria bom conhecer a área melhor, ainda estava perdido. Despediram-se com um abraço mais digno hoje, a vergonha foi deixada um pouco de lado. Ainda é estranho interagir com ele, mas é tão engraçado.

Kun: qual filme você escolheu pra amanhã?

Seu aparelho vibra sobre a mesa no meio do expediente.

A reação definitivamente não foi a que ele esperava. Você o olha através do vidro, culpada.

você: esqueci de te avisar, mas vou encontrar um amigo amanhã. me desculpa?

Ele toma o lábio inferior nos dentes, força um sorriso e balança a cabeça. Você se sente aliviada e murmura um obrigada de longe.

Ainda valeria a pena tentar esclarecer as coisas ou será que deve deixar tudo como está? Não aprecia a ideia de perder você, especialmente sua amizade. Afinal de contas, são amigos antes de tudo. Talvez só não insistir mais na ideia de vocês dois juntos fosse o suficiente.

Por isso, resolve abrir outra mensagem, uma que ainda não tinha respondido porque tinha esperança. Ainda tem, na verdade. Possivelmente isso seja uma oportunidade de espairecer.

Kun: te pego às oito, pode ser?

Rachel: perfeito

Enquanto você se arruma, pensa na pasta rosa bebê que está dentro da caixa que está na prateleira mais alta da sua estante, te encarando de cima. Lembra pouco dos detalhes do primeiro namoro, e se sente feliz por ter guardado aquilo. Algum dia, não hoje, tomaria coragem para abrir. No momento só quer se divertir com um velho amigo.

Jaemin: já chegamos aqui

Jaemin: mandei um carro te buscar, deve estar chegando aí

Você penteia o cabelo mais rápido e põe o perfume antes de sair apressada, toda atrapalhada. Ao trancar a porta, dá de cara com Kun e uma mulher, chegando de algum lugar.

A situação é um pouco constrangedora, o clima pesa e Kun sente o pescoço esquentar. A menina apenas olha de um para o outro, confusa. Seu sorriso, entretanto, não se desfaz em nenhum centímetro.

— Boa noite. — ela cumprimenta para quebrar o gelo do silêncio tenso que havia se instaurado.

— Boa noite! — Kun e você dizem juntos, ele se sente um idiota por não saber como agir agora.

— Essa aqui é a Rachel, e essa é a minha vizinha e companheira lá na editora.

Rachel? A ex dele? Kun foi noivo dela por alguns meses, segundo a história que ele havia lhe contado. Terminaram mal, se reconciliaram, brigaram de novo e, pelo visto, estão se falando de novo. Bom pra ele, então, apesar da situação ser delicada.

— Oi, Rachel, prazer, viu? — deveria complementar com um o Kun fala muito de você? ou seria mais estranho ainda?

Você olha para o vizinho, e nota seu semblante assustado, ansioso. Decide, portanto, ir embora logo.

— Eu tenho que ir, gente. Boa sexta!

Não espera ouvir a resposta e aperta os passos para aproveitar que o elevador está parado no andar. Respira fundo para aliviar a tensão e tenta não deixar que os pensamentos sobre Kun com a ex te atormentem, ele sabe se cuidar bem.

É normal ficar nervosa para ver o seu primeiro ex-namorado? Com certeza é. Né?

O pub está cheio, a música é agradável e não muito alta. Caminhar entre os grupos é mais fácil do que parece, mas achar Jaemin entre os rostos demora um pouco. Reconhece-o pelo sorriso outra vez, ele mexe no celular numa das mesas mais reservadas e está sozinho.

— Ahh, finalmente! — Jaemin levanta para te abraçar rapidamente, puxando uma das cadeiras para que se sentasse.

— Cadê seu amigo? — pergunta e olha para os lados, ansiosa para conhecê-lo.

— Foi no banheiro rapidinho, deve estar voltando já. — ele bloqueia o celular e guarda na bolsa. — Quer alguma coisa pra beber?

— Pode ser uma cerveja.

Jaemin sinaliza para alguém no bar, e você acompanha a direção com o olhar. Aproveita, então, para reparar tudo com mais calma. Estranho nunca ter ido ali, é aconchegante e o ambiente é super leve. As pessoas falam alto, assistem o jogo que passa na TV e comemoram ou desaprovam o desenrolar da partida como se fossem amigos de longa data.

Um homem traz sua bebida, você o vê atravessar o balcão e vir até a mesa onde estão. Assim que ele deposita a caneca enorme na sua frente, você dá uma golada. Estava precisando.

— Vai com calma, hein. — Jaemin provoca, a risada te deixa sem graça.

Antes de rebater, o ranger da cadeira vazia interrompe a conversa. O olhar do menino que voltou do banheiro encontra o seu, e perceptivelmente vocês congelam.

Quais são as chances?

Demorou poucos segundos para que se reconhecessem, é claro. Óbvio. O ar para na sua garganta fechada, se tentasse disfarçar com a cerveja não funcionaria. Quando se trata dele, é difícil o seu mundo não parar.

Não esperava rever Jaemin tão cedo, mas ele, nada teria te preparado, nem se fosse avisada com antecedência. Pois ele é… ele.

A ferida no seu coração lateja um breve segundo enquanto analisa os traços tão surpresos quanto os seus. Os cabelos lisos agora caindo sobre as bochechas, um quê de maturidade na expressão outrora mais jovial, os lábios cheinhos que não sabem como proferir um cumprimento… continua lindo.

— Eu, é… você… — ele é o primeiro a falar.

Jaemin analisa a cena com as sobrancelhas unidas, claramente existe algo aí.

— Vocês se conhecem? — o outro questiona, mesmo sabendo a resposta.

Você desenha círculos na superfície de madeira com as unhas, olhando de um para o outro.

— Sim.

— Não. — mente sem nem saber o motivo. — Quer dizer, sim. — se corrige antes que ele pudesse te interpretar mal.

— Que coincidência, né. — Jaemin está desconfiado, mas também muito perdido. — Vocês vão ficar se olhando como se fossem fantasmas a noite toda ou vão me contar como se conhecem?

Você solta uma risada super forçada, ele ainda não diz nada. Não sabia que te ver de novo causaria uma comoção dessas nele, o interior está completamente bagunçado.

O que resta saber é se é bom ou ruim.

Para você, um reencontro assim só pode significar uma coisa.

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xiaojunsmintchoco · 2 years ago

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Gave you my heart — Qian Kun

pairing: qian kun x female reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, fake relationship au

synopsis: a christmas family gathering, several nosy relatives, and a fake boyfriend – who knew these would lead to your wish that even santa could not fulfill.

wc: about 4.3k

a/n: hey there @meiideryz! it’s me, amelia, your secret santa 🤶🏻 I hope that this fic adds to your Christmas cheer! Merry Christmas, stay safe and have a wonderful holiday <3

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"How much does it cost to rent a fake boyfriend?"

"I'm sorry what?" Thinking you were joking, Kun looks up from his coffee, an amused expression gracing his features, only to find a deadpan expression on your face. "Why so sudden?" he asks.

You groan, fingers furiously flying across the tiny screen of your phone. "You know how my family does those big Christmas gatherings every single year without fail?"

Kun nods, already putting two and two together. "Let me guess – you want to avoid the incessant questioning about why you're still single," he answers.

"Bingo". You answer with a snap of your fingers, continuing to type away on the screen. "'Is it that no one wants you?' 'Must find boyfriend fast, women got expiry date leh'," you mock your family members in a high-pitched voice, specifically the aunties, making Kun laugh out loud. "Yeah, no thanks. That's why I need a fake boyfriend – and fast. The gathering's in a week, and we’re going to some Christmas carnival".

"You could have just asked me, you know?" Kun doesn't know why, but the words just leave him and he has to summon all his willpower to stop his hands from flying up to cover his mouth. Sure, he'd been nursing a secret crush on you – but he hadn't quite dared to make any move on you, for fear of spoiling the friendship you two already had, and this was the closest he had come to doing so, albeit unintentionally.

You pause your frantic googling for fake boyfriend services and stare at your friend, unsure if you'd heard him right. "Wait, say that again?"

"I mean, I can do it for you. Follow you to the Christmas carnival, talk to your relatives, play carnival games with you guys, and that's it. Seems fine to me," Kun says with a nonchalant shrug, acting like whatever he just said earlier wasn't a slip of the tongue.

The gears in your head begin turning as you contemplate his offer. You knew that he'd be a choice selection of a fake boyfriend – he was the textbook definition of a gentleman. All the years you'd been friends, he was always the one holding doors open for you, listening to your rambles, and just simply taking the best care he could of you. In addition, he had many talents. All of this, coupled with his otherworldly good looks, make him perfect boyfriend material-

-okay, calm down now y/n, you're just friends, you gently chide yourself. But yes, he would definitely be able to impress your family, even the most critical aunties, which would hopefully get them to leave you alone for future family gatherings. Which was the whole point of you getting a fake boyfriend. In addition, Kun would benefit too since he'd get to earn some money – so win-win, right?

But there was one problem – a wish that he was more than just your friend had begun to grow, just like the blanket of snow that had been thickening since the beginning of winter. You worried that if you really were to take his offer, your feelings would only grow, and come in between the precious friendship you two had built up over the course of several years.

Then again, considering how badly you really needed a fake boyfriend, taking his offer probably would be the best option at the present point. "Alright then, if you say so," you finally decide. "How much should I pay you?"

"Ah- there's no need for that," Kun quickly replies, waving his hands in protest. "You're my friend, I should help you out".

For some reason, these words send a rush of butterflies to your stomach. Trying to conceal the dash of pink that you were sure coloured your cheeks, you bring your head down to sip at your coffee. Fortunately it works, and you properly address him again after, sending him a playful glare. "Fine. But I'll treat you to a sumptuous meal in return, you better not say no".

Kun sighs, knowing that he wouldn't be able to talk you out of that one. "Well, if you insist. Just send me the details of the gathering and we'll be good to go," he answers, whipping out his phone.

"Thank you so much, Kun," you respond, flashing him a smile of appreciation.

"Anytime". He simply replies with one word and a gentle smile.

You forward him the messages from your family group chat, all while reminding yourself that he was a fake boyfriend, not a real one, and that the line between best friend and boyfriend would still exist. At the same time, you do your best to ignore the tinge of pain in your heart that accompanied the warm feeling of gratitude.

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"You two were dating? For how long?" Your brother, Hendery, queries, agape mouth giving away his astonishment.

It's Christmas Eve, and you and Kun are now in your dad's car with mum, dad and older brother, on the way to your family's Christmas gathering.

"Yeah, for about a month," Kun helps you answer when he catches sight of the panicked look that flashes across your face.

"You can pick your jaw up off the floor now," you add, taking the chance to tease your brother.

"I knew that you were close to each other, but I didn't know that you both were dating," your father hums, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. “Luckily I bought an extra ticket, just in case y/n shows up with some ‘surprise’, if you know what I mean. And she did,” he finishes, shooting you an amused look from the rear view mirror.

“Dad,” you groan, albeit goodnaturedly.

"It’s a pleasant surprise, though. Not only does Kun take excellent care of y/n, he's also a great influence on her," your mum chimes.

"Mm, I agree," your dad muses.

"Thank you auntie and uncle, you're too kind," Kun chuckles, humbly downplaying your parents' compliments.

So if we really were to date, we'd have the approval of my parents… you entertain the thought for a moment, before slapping yourself mentally. You knew that Kun was only helping you, and that a relationship between you both was not likely to be on the cards at all.

Before you know it, your family has arrived at the carnival’s carpark. “Act, now,” you mouth to Kun, hoping that none of your family picks up on the subtle cue you gave him. Kun understands, and helps you out of the car before slipping his hand into yours, and the both of you follow after your parents, over to the fairgrounds where the rest of your family is.

“Y/n! Long time no see!” One of your aunts, Auntie Diana, comes straight up to you and engulfs you in a hug too tight for your liking, which you reluctantly return. She then looks up and sees your friend next to you. “Is this your boyfriend?”

“Yes, he is. Meet Kun,” you respond, gently pushing your friend slightly in front of you so he could introduce himself to your aunt.

“Oh my gosh. Selene! Wendy! Y/n’s finally found someone, after all this time!” Auntie Diana exclaims, and two of your other aunts come rushing over.

“Hi aunties, I’m Kun. It’s nice to meet you all,” Kun introduces himself politely with a small bow.

“Wah, y/n, congratulations! Thought no one would want you, but you proved us wrong,” Auntie Wendy teases.

Your aunts then proceed to bombard him with questions, such as why he decided to date you, what your relationship goals were, and several other questions. How naturally he answered them should have been a sign of his obvious interest to you, but it wasn’t. You just played it off as him being an excellent actor.

“What do you like best about her?” Auntie Selene asks. All of your aunts regard him with the same expectant gaze.

“Well, for starters, she’s a kind and genuine person to everyone. I really admire her resilience too — for all the time I’ve known her, she’s shown herself to be tough, even through hard circumstances,” Kun answers with barely a second thought. “Her sense of humour also never fails to make me look forward to going out with her as well. I mean, there’s more that I like about her, but if I were to list them all we’d be stuck here forever,” he adds with a nervous laugh.

“Wow, you really do like her, don’t you,” Auntie Diana says. “Y/n, you’ve found a good guy, must treat him well,” she advises as you acknowledge her with a grunt and a polite smile.

“Wow y/n, you’ve got this guy all whipped for you,” Hendery, who was on the sidelines listening to the exchange, grins and reaches over to ruffle your hair teasingly yet affectionately.

“Yeah, yeah”. You casually play off your brother’s teasing as you usually do, ignoring that twinge of pain making its presence known in your heart again.

Meanwhile, Kun observes the scene, your aunt’s words ringing in his heart. Oh, y/n, if only you knew.

“Y/n-jie!” A happy shriek disrupts his train of thought. Looking down, he’s met with a tiny girl with a red backpack running to you as fast as her legs could carry her.

“Kyla!” you exclaim, bending down to receive a hug from your young cousin, who you loved with all your heart. She was one of the few reasons you decided to attend today’s family gathering, the other being that you wanted to catch up with your other cousins later.

It’s at this moment Kyla notices the boy beside you. “I’m Kyla,” she introduces herself bashfully. “Auntie Selene told me you’re y/n’s boyfriend?”

Kun’s heart melts at the sight of her, finding her adorable. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend,” he answers, kneeling down to be at her eye level. “You can call me Kun-ge,” he tells her, offering her a fist bump which she happily returns.

“Alright, everyone, we can talk more later,” your uncle decides, clapping his hands to get the whole family’s attention. “Let’s get going, it’s time to enjoy this carnival!”

You follow after your family, one hand holding Kyla's and the other holding Kun's, relieved that your fake boyfriend ploy was successful so far.

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A couple of hours had passed, mainly consisting of you trying to avoid more awkward conversations with your aunts, sampling delicious carnival food with Kun (who was more than willing to treat you), going on rides with your other cousins and enjoying a long chat with them. Of course, they were curious to know more about your new supposed boyfriend, and talked with him as well. Now, you and Kun were at the dart stall, trying to win Kyla a stuffed bunny.

Eyes locked on the red balloon, Kun aims his dart at his target before throwing his dart at it with the precision of a sharpshooter. As expected, it bursts on contact with the dart. “Yay! Thank you so much, Kun-ge!” Kyla squeals as Kun hands her the stuffed bunny, before throwing her arms around his neck. “You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome,” he replies softly, the same fond smile appearing once again.

“Kun-ge, may I ask you a question?” Kyla asks, innocently batting her eyelashes as she looks up at your “boyfriend”.

“Sure, go ahead,” he replies. After all, she was just a kid, her questions would just be innocent, harmless fun, right?

“Since you and y/n jie are boyfriend and girlfriend now, that means…” she trails off, looking ahead into the distance as she considers her words. "You'll both get married, and then you'll really be my Kun-ge forever, right?" She finishes, eyes bright with all of her 5-year old excitement, glancing up at him expectantly.

"Well-" he can't lie, the question has caught him off guard, and he tries to conjure up a response quickly. "Maybe? Right now, it's too early for us to know for sure. We’ll see in the future, alright?”

“I hope that you and y/n can get married, and then we’ll be a family!” Kyla exclaims, clinging on to Kun’s leg. “I like you a lot, and I like y/n jie and Hendery-ge a lot too!”

Kun doesn’t speak, but bends down to pat her head gently. He puts together the scene that Kyla described — and his heart warms at the thought of all of you being a family. A complete, wonderful family. As he’s relishing this fantasy, a “ho ho ho!” steals Kyla’s attention. It’s a man dressed in a santa outfit surrounded by elves, giving out candy to children. “Y/n-jie jie! Santa’s giving out candy, let’s go!” Kyla yells, turns around. “Kun-ge! Hendery-ge! Let’s go!” she beckons to them with a wave of her tiny hand.

Just as Kun is about to agree, Hendery stops him and stoops down in front of your cousin. “Kyla, I need to speak to Kun-ge alone for a little while. Why don’t you go ahead with y/n-jie first?” he says, kind brown eyes meeting her gaze.

“Why? What do you need to talk about?” she asks, her five-year old self obviously not understanding. But to be honest, you didn’t either. Sure, Hendery had met Kun prior to this, but their interactions never extended beyond polite small talk. And suddenly they had things to discuss by themselves?

“Oh erm, it’s, you know, bro talk,” he laughs nervously, garbling out what he thought would be an understandable reason to your cousin. “It’s something only guys understand. Tell you what, you take y/n-jie with you, and then Kun-ge and I will find you guys later, okay?”

Though Kyla doesn’t fully understand, she simply nods earnestly, before tugging on your arm again. “y/n-jie, let’s go! See you later, geges!” she giggles, skipping ahead. Though you're curious to know what the two boys had to discuss, you decide not to pry and follow your cousin.

Much to Hendery’s relief, the adults are still engrossed in their own conversations, leaving him and Kun some privacy to talk. “You said you wanted to talk? What about?” Kun poses the question to Hendery, furrowing his brows in confusion.

Hendery says nothing, instead watching both you and Kyla run further into the fairgrounds. “You really like y/n, don’t you?” He finally says after about a minute.

“Of course I do,” Kun replies, not seeing where the conversation was headed. “Why else would I date her then?”

“You guys aren’t really dating,” Hendery calmly continues, returning his gaze to Kun. “You’re her fake boyfriend for tonight, aren’t you?”

"What do you mean, fake boyfriend?” Kun answers with his own question, feigning confusion. “We’re officially together”.

Hendery shakes his head, indicating that he doesn’t believe Kun. “Nope. Don’t even try lying. I know the whole truth. Y/n didn't want the family to bother her about still being single, so she wanted a fake boyfriend for tonight. You offered to help her, so here you are," he remarks, showing that he indeed wasn't lying – he knew the truth.

"Now how do you know – did y/n tell you?" Kun responds, still shocked after Hendery's accurate retelling of your situation. Did you tell him anything? That was unlikely, since the whole point of a fake boyfriend was for you to be able to throw your family off the trail. Telling Hendery, a family member, would only be counter effective.

"Nope. Heard her over the phone," he answers, recalling the phone conversation you'd had with one of your friends last night. “I didn’t eavesdrop on purpose. She was just so damn loud,” he clarifies as Kun shoots him a questioning look.

“Okay, congrats then — you have us busted,” Kun admits with a shrug as he turns back to where a grinning Kyla stood next to “santa”, posing as you snapped some photographs of her with your phone. “But why was this so important that you had to pull me aside for ‘bro time’?”

“I wanted to ask you to confess to her”. Hendery stops beating around the bush, getting straight to the point.

Hendery’s statement sends Kun’s jaw to the ground in the next second. “What? No way!” He protests.

“Why not? Since you like her so much, might as well tell her, right?” Hendery reasons.

“I don’t even think she likes me back that way. If I were to just tell her how I really felt about her, I could spoil our whole friendship,” Kun explains, expressing his previously unspoken fears to your brother, who grunts understandingly as he listens. “I’m not throwing away four years’ worth of friendship just because of this stupid crush”.

“I beg to differ,” Hendery interjects. “She likes you too. Legit”.

“She said that?” Kun inquires.

“Well, over the phone yesterday, yes. ‘I know he’s only a fake boyfriend, but I like him so much! I’m afraid though — what if I tell him I like him but he doesn’t like me that way? I’ll ruin our whole friendship!’” Hendery remarks, imitating your tone of voice as you complained about your dilemma to your friend yesterday, drawing some laughs out of Kun.

“Wait — you’re serious?” he asks, morsels of hope beginning to appear — like the first flakes of snow falling from the sky.

“I’m serious”. Hendery replies, sending Kun a firm nod of reassurance. “Based on what I’ve heard from her, I’m positive she won’t reject you. Tell you what, can you promise me one thing?”

“What’s that?” Kun asks, curiosity piqued as he awaits your brother’s answer.

“By the end of tonight, you confess to her. I don’t care how you do it, you just gotta tell her how you feel,” Hendery states, holding out his pinky finger. “Promise to do that? I’ve known her for the entire 17 years of her existence, so trust me when I say not only will she not reject you, you'll make her whole Christmas. Besides, you’re the only guy I really trust to take care of her”.

Hendery’s last sentence warms Kun’s heart like hot cocoa on a snowy day, and it gives him the final push to make his decision as he links his pinky with Hendery’s. “Promise”.

“And remember, if she happens to reject you, though that’s as likely as the dinosaurs resurrecting from the dead-“ Hendery pulls out his own business card from his coat pocket, and hands it to Kun. “You can text or call me, and I’ll talk to you as soon as I’m free. Don’t worry, you’ve got this,” he reassures, giving Kun a pat on the back.

Kun stuffs the card in his coat pocket, feeling immense gratitude towards Hendery. If not for him, he wouldn’t have the courage to tell you how he really felt. “Thank you so much, Hendery”.

“Anytime,” Hendery answers with a smile. “Now come on, let’s go catch up with them!”

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“AAAAHHH!” You scream at the top of your lungs as the Viking swings up with a jolt, before swinging back down. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you continue to scream in both exhilaration and fear. Kun’s screams fill your ears as well, though you know that it’s most likely from thrill and elation — through the years you’d known him, he’d proven to be very much the adrenaline junkie.

“Are you alright?” Kun laughs as he helps you off, though seeing your dazed state as you stumble off the ride concerns him slightly.

“That was awful…why did we go on that one…” you pant.

“I mean, this was part of our ‘battle plan’, was it not? Before we went I even asked you if you really wanted to go on this ride!” Kun reminds you, still laughing at your disorientated state.

The ‘battle plan’ he was referring to was the plan that both of you had come up with together to, in your words, “conquer the whole carnival”, including the remaining food stalls and rides. Your family had left, but both of you had opted to stay and continue exploring the rest of the carnival.

“You’re right”. You admit. “Let’s move on. I wanna drink hot chocolate”.

Which is how both of you end up sharing a massive hot chocolate, topped with a generous amount of whipped cream and chocolate syrup, walking around the fairgrounds together. Though this isn’t the first time you and Kun have shared drinks, this time as you take the paper cup from him and sip on the chocolatey goodness in it, you feel the all-too-familiar fluttering in your tummy again. The feeling disappears momentarily, but then returns with a vengeance when you notice how your hands are interlocked with his. Whether he realised it too or not, you would never know, but it sends a heat wave to your cheeks, causing you to subtly turn away and try to get the blushing under control. Part of you wants to hastily pull your hand out of his grip, but the other part of you can’t bring yourself to do it — as if your hand is stuck to his by super glue.

Unbeknownst to you, Kun is struggling to subdue the fluttering of his own heart as well, even more so after realising your hands were still linked. By the end of tonight, you confess to her. Hendery’s words from earlier still ring fresh in his mind. Earlier, he had made that promise as some sort of brazen confidence had come over him while he was chatting with Hendery, but it had gone as soon as it had come, which he found mildly annoying. Whatever, since I promised Hendery, I better get it done, he tells himself, summoning his determination again.

“We’ve got a last ride to go on, right?” your voice draws him out of his thoughts, and he turns to you with a small nod.

“It’s the ferris wheel, if I’m not wrong,” Kun adds. “Let’s go”.

Hands still intertwined, both of you head to the queue. There are fewer people than you expected, due to the fact that it’s getting late, which allows you both the luxury of one capsule to yourselves. Both of you sit in silence, admiring the view of the fair as your capsule begins to rise up into the air. The colourful lights and neon signs, the tents of the different food and game stalls, the sweet scent of cotton candy that wafts straight to you — you sit in silence with Kun, your hand still in his (to your mild embarrassment), soaking in all of the sights and smells of the fair. “Wonderful, isn’t it?” you remark to Kun as he raises the cup to his lips.

“It really is,” he agrees. “But you know what would make this night even more wonderful?”

“What?”

“If you could give me your heart,” Kun finishes.

A moment of silence follows as confusion sets into your mind. “I’m sorry, please repeat that? Is this…a confession?” You ask, trying to wrap your head around his previous sentence.

“…you could say it is,” he answers, turning to you slightly. This time, you catch sight of the pinkish hue on his cheeks.

Of all the emotions you feel, you don’t expect amusement to be your main emotion in that moment. But considering the cheesiness of his entire confession earlier…how could it not be? Before you know it, you’re bursting into guffaws. “Kun! Oh my gosh…you did not just…” you laugh over and over again until you’re wheezing. “Since when did you become so cheesy?”

“I…I don’t know! All I know is, I’ve liked — no, loved you for way too long, and I just had to tell you how I really feel, okay? I couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore,” Kun stutters, the embarrassment clearly now sinking in as he rambles. “Gosh, that came out in the worst way possible”.

You wipe away the tears of laughter that had gathered in your eyes, finding his flustered state adorable. Now that he’d told you how he felt — albeit in a cheesy and somewhat cringey manner — you found the courage to tell him you felt the same way too. “It’s okay, Kun. Yes, I’ll give you my heart this Christmas,” you answer, looking him straight in the eyes. You were well aware your cheeks were burning like a furnace, but you couldn’t care less. Thank God both of you had gotten a capsule alone, because neither of you would be able to handle the embarrassment of this whole confession in front of a bunch of strangers.

“Wait, you mean it?” Kun asks incredulously, eyes growing wide enough to rival dinner plates.

You say nothing, but just nod. “Yes, I love you too. Now that we know how we both feel towards each other, shall we seal the deal with…a kiss?” you suggest, lips curving into the widest smile you’ve ever smiled in your entire seventeen years of life.

“I’d love to”. Kun replies, though somewhat shyly.

You take his other hand in your own, and move towards him, and he does the same as both of you prepare for the kiss — but end up being met with a pile of whipped cream. In your excitement, you’d both forgotten about the cup of hot chocolate in between the two of you. “Ugh, talk about a double fail. First my cringey confession, and now this,” Kun laughs sheepishly, wiping the whipped cream off his nose.

“I know right,” you chuckle, doing the same. “It’s alright, let’s do that again. Before this ride ends”.

With that, the distance between both of you closes. Sparks fly in your head as your lips make contact, and an unexplainable euphoria floods over you. This was the one gift that you didn’t expect to receive for Christmas, but the best one yet — nothing santa could give you would match up to this, that was for sure. Pulling away, you both gaze into each other’s eyes with lovestruck gazes. “Merry Christmas, Kun. I love you”.

“Merry Christmas, y/n. I love you too”.

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byunbhyunz · 2 years ago

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Roman Holiday

Pairing: Kun/Reader

Genre: angst, exlovers!au

Word count: 3,182

Inspiration: Halsey – Roman Holiday

Part 5 of the Badlands Series

The hardest point of a break up isn’t when it happens. It can come even a year later too.

“I imagine the tears in your eyes The very first night I’ll sleep without you And when it happens I’ll be miles away And a few months late”

You always thought the first few months was the hardest part of your break up. Cutting off your relationship without answers to your million questions, every feeling you invested in him was done over a short phone call. You thought, no, you believed you deserved better than that. Not him, because he was always perfect for you.

Kun was caring, his thoughts revolving around you even when you were apart. He was your first serious boyfriend. He asked you out when you both were only fifteen, young and head over heels for each other, determined to make your relationship work even when he went to Korea to be a trainee, and left you alone in China. You were happy for him, even when he didn’t call as regularly as he used to in the beginning, sent him care-packages monthly with his favorite sweets and loving letters. He said he kept them under his pillow.

Everything seemed to be fine. Until it wasn’t. He called you in the afternoon, and only in six minutes he explained that he wanted to break up. Because he didn’t want it anymore. Meaning he didn’t want you anymore. He never said that, but that was the underlying message in it for you.

Even after a year, you still remembered how he sighed before he mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and ended the call before you could even react. For the whole six minutes you didn’t say anything, just sat at the café you started to visit with your friends back in the days, and listened to his words that hit you like bullets. Your tongue felt too big for your mouth, and your vision became blurry as you stared in front of you, refusing to put your phone down from your ear. You remembered your friends hurried talk, their hands waving in front of your face, and one of them, Shihong wiped your cheeks, finally making you realize you were crying.

You thought the hardest part was getting up every day like nothing happened, and you had to forcefully push your thoughts of self-doubt away, so you would at least function until you could return to bed. Sleeping was the only time you felt a little better.

You thought your friends and family had the worst time watching you, unable to help. You were the only one who could sort out your thoughts and feelings, while you genuinely believed that it should be Kun doing it for you.

Well, after more than a year, you had to realize those months wasn’t the worst part of the break up. It was that night, more precisely that phone call you got in the middle of the night.

You were spending the weekend at your parents’ house, making them happy since they haven’t seen you for weeks because of college.

You didn’t recognize the number of the caller, but since they already woke you, you decided to answer it.

“Who is this?” you mumbled incoherently, words slurred a little.

“Y/N.”

Sitting up straight in your bed, you were wide awake. You would recognize that voice anywhere, anytime. Even after a year. Even if the last time you heard it, he was hurting you.

Kun sounded weak, breathing heavier than yours, if that was possible.

“Kun… Why did you call?”

You hated how your words came out shakily. Or the way your body trembled, your bed not feeling warm and comforting anymore. You felt alone, though your parents were sleeping in the bedroom next to yours.

Listening the way he forcefully slowed down his breathing, you did the same too.

Then he hang up, and you were left alone, once again, getting lost in questions and no answer in sight.

Shihong, your friend looked at you with narrowed eyes, not saying a word for long seconds, just staring and reading you. Or trying. You mumbled something about being tired, when she refused to look away, only leaned towards you for a better view, and tied your hair into a lazy bun.

Feeling nervous under her inspecting eyes, you averted to lock eyes with her, and focused on the menu in front of you.

“Have you decided already?” You cleared your throat. You knew she haven’t even looked at the menu at all, she was only looking at you since she arrived not long after you, but it was worth a shot.

She shrugged. Tilting her head, she said:

“You cried. What happened? And please, spare me your lies.”

Sometimes you forgot, how she always saw right through you. You were an open book for her, she could understood your thoughts even from a small sigh. Her long stare was probably for you: letting you gather yourself before she started to interrogate you. Of course, she did; she was the one who were with you during Kun’s abrupt break up and your not so surprising breakdown afterwards. She protected you ever since, as if you were a porcelain doll. In her eyes, maybe you were.

You decided best would be to say it as it happened. Curtly, only the facts.

“Kun called me last night.” Your voice wasn’t as strong as you wanted it to be. Barely above a whisper, but she definitely heard it, since her eyes grew wide with emotions. Fear, surprise and worry mixed in those brown orbs, and you felt somewhat relieved. So you weren’t overreacting it at all.

Her hand reached for yours over the table, and she barked a few words to the waitress when she tried to approach you. She turned back almost immediately upon hearing Shihong’s dry tone.

“What did he want?”

“I don’t know.” Her warm hold around your fingers made you feel better. A secure point while your mind spun way too fast for your liking. “He said my name, but when I asked why did he call, he hung up on me.”

Shihong sighed. You thought you maybe even heard her mumble a ‘thank, god’ too, but wasn’t sure about it. But even if she did, you understood her. She watched you break once because of him, and now he calls you out of nowhere, risking it to happen again. If the roles were reversed, you would worry yourself to death too. Maybe even took her phone that is laid out on the table, tapping your fingers on the dark screen. The motion didn’t go by without Shihong noticing it.

“Will you call him back?” She asked casually, but her eyes are watching you attentively.

“Of course not,” you replied a little too fast. After a short pause, you continued slower. “It’s just… He sounded so… so stressed.”

“Okay. Then will you answer it if he calls again?”

You looked down, hands dropping to your lap, as you thought about your answer. You wanted to say no, but it would be a lie. Yes wouldn’t be true either.

Shrugging your shoulders as you made eye contact with your best friend again, you opened your mouth to say something, but quickly closed your lips. She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side slightly, waiting for your answer, which you couldn’t give her until Kun would call again. If he does at all.

Anyway, how come he only gives you questions and no answers? Was it legal? He was like an equation with no solution, and you were a mathematics lover student, who hated if they didn’t get a solution. You went over his words from a year ago again and again; they were as fresh in your mind as if it have happened only days ago.

You were taken back to reality by Shihong, waving her hand in front of you, concern written all over her features.

“So, will you?”

“I don’t know. I want to know why he break it off so suddenly, and why he calls me in the middle of the night even more surprisingly.”

“Ah, that bastard!” Shihong muttered under her breath, but your heard it anyway. “Can’t you just block his number, and we never talk about him again?”

You looked away, and she sighed in defeat. The waitress came back after Shihong motioned for her. You ordered a coffee with little to no sugar; you wanted to wake up since your college assignments won’t write themselves. Pulling out your laptop, you opened your folder for school works. There were a few documents that needed to be finished at least by the end of the month.

“Let’s just focus on college for now, and let that be the problem of the future,” you said as Shihong prepared her stuff for studying too. “If he calls, he calls. If he doesn’t…”

“Good. Now, tell me your thesis for the Bio assignment. I don’t even know where to start it.”

You smiled as you read it out to her. Shihong still had her eyebrows furrowed into straight lines, but this time it was more because of your biology assignment than your ex-boyfriend.

It happened exactly six days later. Kun called you once again.

You were walking to the dorms, Shihong already at your room since she finished classes early. You fiddled with your coat. An old leather one, not the fancy body-fitting kind. It was more rough, since it previously belonged to a man. It was too big for you, but it was love at first sight when you saw it in a thrift store. It was padded with a white fluffy fabric on the inside and on the collar along with the sleeves. The brown leather was worn out around the elbows and pockets and smelled sour when you first put your hands on it, but after washing it four times, the smell went away. Shihong hated the coat with every inch of her body, but admitted that it suited you.

Sticking your cold fingers out from the sleeves, you reached for your phone in your pocket, as it already buzzed it a few times.

“I’m almost there, why check on me so suddenly?” You laughed when you answered the call, assuming it was Shihong.

The silence on the other end suggested maybe you should have checked the caller’s name before answering it recklessly. You looked at the screen, and the air stuck in your lungs, unable to speak anymore.

Kun cleared his throat, and your nerves were all attuned for him. You noticed how his breathing was steady this time compared to yours. Did it only affect you?

“Sorry, I thought it was someone else. Why did you call?” You rasped out, voice shaking like a small flower in a storm.

“Okay. I was just wondering that… I’ll be back in China soon. I wondered if you wanted to meet up and have coffee or something. And you know, talk.” Well, he sounded way more casual than you expected. You felt a tug at your heart-strings, a sour taste filling your mouth.

You realized you were still standing in the middle of the sidewalk, frozen in place. Huffing loudly, you started to walk again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as many thoughts twirled in your head. Would it be a good idea? Shouldn’t you just hang up right now?

“Are you still there?” he asked, tone soft and quiet. Yes, you wanted to say.

“Text me the details, and I’ll see if I’ll be free.”

You ended the call before he could say anything more. You were panting as if you just ran the marathon.

I need this, you thought. I need the closure.

Shihong not being happy about your announcement was a big understatement. She worked herself up as soon as you told her that you will probably meet with Kun, who will come back to the country soon. You didn’t know when or for how long, but you didn’t really care about it, if you wanted to be honest You wanted to talk to him one last time to get answers for why he broke up with you so suddenly and coldly, so you could move forward.

You could only explain that to Shihong after taking an hour to calm her down. She was a feisty girl, you knew that, but you never witnessed her break down in anger so bad, and it was a miracle that she didn’t destroy anything in your dorm.

But she insisted that she wanted to come with you to the meeting, when Kun texted you the next day. She said she’ll be far away enough for her not to hear you, but she wanted to be there. Period.

He wrote you the location of a café in your hometown and a date, asking if it would work for you. You agreed to it, then went on with your life until then as if nothing happened, doing everything to take your mind off of it.

For Shihong’s advice, you dressed up as you would for a meeting with a not so close friend: simple and casual clothes, not putting much effort into your looks. You were just going out for a few hours and talk about things, there’s no need for make up or anything special.

You pulled your hands from the pockets of your old leather jackets. Days were getting chillier, and you huffed out in annoyance as Shihong refused to pull hers out too. She said your pockets were warmer than hers, so she kept stuffing her hand in there. Right now, you gently removed it and let her first in the café.

You eyes were scanning the area long before the door closed behind you, quickly finding Kun, who was sitting possibly the furthest away from the entrance.

“I’ll be at the counter. Wave if something happens. And don’t forget to tell him that I’ll break his nose if he tries something on you.” You snorted at Shihong’s words, but the look in her eyes was sincere. She really would hit him in the face, if you asked her.

“Thanks.”

She hummed in response, then pushed you towards Kun.

He spotted you two, and saw his confusion over Shihong’s presence, but apart from an arched eyebrow, he didn’t say anything about it when you arrived to his table.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” From his tone you knew he was smiling, but you avoided eye contact with him. “I ordered a fruit tea for you too, if that’s okay.”

He pushed one of the two cups towards you that he had in front of him on the table. The smell was good, and you put your hands around the warm cup, but didn’t drink it. You were sure, at this moment, even the sweetest tea would taste awful to you. Drumming your fingers on your thigh, you muttered a thank you.

“So,” you cleared your throat, feeling awkward in your own skin. “Why are we here?”

You were surprised when you looked into Kun’s eyes for the first time, and felt nothing. No love, no hope, no warmth; only curiosity. Your hand twitched around the cup as he looked down on his lap, then back at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I wanted to apologize. I’m truly sorry for what I did.”

“Okay. And what did you do, Kun?”

“I… I hoped we wouldn’t go that far,” he muttered quietly. You glanced at Shihong, who was watching you two intently. You shook your head at her when she cocked an eyebrow.

“You went to Korea to become a trainee. Said that we could make a long distance relationship work. And I thought we did so. Then you called me, said you want to break up and without explanation, you ended it. And now, you call me in the middle of the night, not saying anything, then call me again asking to meet. I need you to tell me what all of this was about, so I can finally move forward.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “The company asked all of us to broke off any kind of romantic relationship we might had. I thought it would be easier to do it like this. As if I was removing a bandage; suddenly and in one go.”

“So you broke my heart out of nowhere and didn’t think I deserved and explanation.” You concluded his train of thought, and you couldn’t even get angry at him anymore. He did what he was asked to do, and chose a bad way to do it. It was already done, and now you knew why he did it.

“I was in pain too. Do you think it was easy for me to do that?” He said in a low tone, eyes fixated on your face. Honestly, you did think he had it easy. If not, he would have called or told you why he broke up with you. “I wanted to take everything I said back, or just go back in time to when we were happy and I wasn’t in a different country.”

“You chose that life for yourself, Kun. So why are you actually here?”

This time he was the one avoiding eye contact. He rather stared at Shihong than looked in your eyes while telling you the truth behind the reason of your meeting.

“I wanted to ask you to never talk about me. Please. I will be debuting in a month, and they plan to make me debut in China too. If a word comes out about my dating life from the past, or someone says bad things about me, it can be all ruined.”

You scoffed. Of course, he only wanted to meet up to make sure you won’t gossip about him publicly. Your heart hurt a little at that. It wasn’t like Kun. This whole conversation felt more like a business meeting than old lovers seeing each other for the first time in a year or more so. Couldn’t help, but you hated it. It isn’t how it is supposed to go. Not after everything.

“Do you regret it?” Your voice was tiny, and you feared and hoped he heard it. “The break up, I mean. You said they asked you to do it. Do you regret it?”

His hand reached out for yours, pulling it away from the warm cup and holding gently. The look in his eyes was sincere, intimate.

“I do. We planned to be together forever, and love can’t just disappear because someone wants it to.”

“Look where it got us,” you mumbled.

Sharply inhaling, you pulled your hand away. Glancing at the untouched tea, you swallowed before standing up. You got your answers, so why stay longer and risk another heartbreak? His words already pushed you into a nostalgic feeling, making you wish for going back to those easier times, when it was just you, him and your love. And that was enough.

But those times are over, you thought. And there’s no need for lingering about what could have happened if…

“I won’t talk about you, so you don’t have to worry about it. And I’m really wishing the best for you, but just, please… don’t call me again, Kun.”

#nct #nct fanfic #kun #nct angst #exlovers!au #kun angst #kun fanfic #badlands series

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into the woods ; 11k — inferno event | werewolves (feat johnny, jaehyun, jeno, yangyang) [s] — ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

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musicalmoritz · 4 days ago

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How we feeling, lads?

#the sibling angst has killed me #i no longer care abt anything related to tbhk besides the minamotos #i have established them as my favorite part of the manga but now they are the ONLY part of the manga to me #tbhk chapter 120 #tbhk spoilers #spoilers #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #teru minamoto #tiara minamoto #kou minamoto #memes

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#terukane #minamoto teru #aoi akane #jshk teru #jshk akane #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk teru #tbhk akane #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #finally! terukane for 110!#this was the only thing I had planned for drawing today :)#I like drawing Terukane angst just as much - if not more - than I enjoy drawing Terukane fluff #Hope the expressions land well! that's the only part of this I'm unsure of

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xofanfics · 1 year ago

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Lost for Words - Part I

Part I | Part II | Part III

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 🥺🤗🥵

Pairing: Reader x Kun // Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 6k

Summary: You have the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. Things take an interesting turn as you befriend your new coworker, exploring the blurred lines between friendship and something more.

Kun was the first man that came into your life that cared enough to try to learn your love language. For that, you were forever grateful. He bought you flowers, just because. He admitted that he never bought a girl flowers for no reason. Before he met you, he thought things like flowers and chocolates were meant only for Valentine’s Day and birthdays. But he bought them for you on the first Valentine’s Day you spent together. He could see the glimmer in your eyes as you admired them and, because of that, he bought them for you when he felt like you needed it. So, he bought them for you when you were feeling stressed, before a Friday night date, and sent them to your office for no reason at all.

He’d do things like cook you dinner when you didn’t ask. He paid attention to the things you said, like if you were craving Chinese dishes. The next day, he’d been in the kitchen making your favorite noodle dish. And you’d smile wide, the sparkle in your eyes enough to light up the darkest of his days. He’d do small things to make your life easier, like run the water for your bath while you worked late or steam your clothes in the morning if you forgot the night before.

Kun liked to cater to you, perhaps more than you did for him. Despite that, he never complained about it and he assured you that it was fine when you asked about it. He’d said, “I do these things because I want to, because I love you.” Kun’s love languages were different from yours, you realized. He preferred quality time and physical touch, so as long as he at least had those things, he was happy. In contrast, you preferred acts of service but, like him, you also enjoyed quality time.

You were looking at your sleeping boyfriend with a smile. Your leg was wrapped around his and he had his arms wrapped around you. The two of you often slept like this, with your limbs entangled around each other until it got too hot in the middle of the night. You’d roll over on your side and he’d follow so that he could spoon you from behind. And sometimes, he’d be hard and it would turn you on. And then turning over in bed would lead to you getting under him, wrapping your legs around him as he gave you what you wanted. You smiled at the thought, not because you were horny but because the love you had was so beautiful, so pure. As you watched him sleep, you realized how lucky you were to have found a man like Kun Qian.

You buried your face in his arm and he stirred. He groaned, glancing over at the clock on the nightstand. “Why are you awake so early, baby? Let’s go back to sleep.”

“I can’t believe we have to leave each other in a couple hours… The weekend goes by too fast.”

“I know,” he said, “The weekend isn’t enough.”

“I can’t wait to move in together,” you said, smiling at the thought.

He pulled you closer and kissed you on your forehead. “Waking up to your face everyday would make me so happy.”

“I know,” you said, melting in his embrace.

You couldn’t imagine being with anyone except Kun. And being with him, you hit so many milestones already. You’d been together for two years now and you were ready to take the next step—moving in together. Soon, you wouldn’t have to alternate weekends, going from his apartment to yours. Soon, you’d be falling asleep and waking up together, making meals together, and heading out for work together everyday. And even if he had a business trip, you’d be at home to greet him upon his return. Still, this was a few months down the road, given that spring was in the air and summer was on its way. The decision was set for this winter.

It was perfect. Everything was perfect. He was perfect—a match made in heaven. But sometimes you wondered if things were too good to be true. Sometimes, you felt insecure. But you knew that it was your fear of abandonment speaking and that was something you had to overcome. Kun was a good man and you had no reason to think he would suddenly leave you. Always, he reassured you that you were perfect for him and that there was no way he could live without you. Despite your random feelings of doubt and worry, Kun held your heart in his hands and held it tightly. They say that actions speak louder than words and he’d proven to you, time and time again, that he had no intentions of letting you go so easily—not if he could help it.

He told you that he would marry you someday. And despite what you may have thought, he had no intention of going back on those words.

You sighed as you walked into your office that day. Staying in bed with your boyfriend would’ve been the better of the two options. The aroma of the cheap coffee the office manager ordered every week filled your nostrils, as you walked past the kitchen. In passing, you exchanged greetings with a couple of coworkers who were deeply immersed in a conversation that seemed to revolve around the latest celebrity scandal.

You placed your vanilla macchiato on your desk before you started setting up your desk for a long work day. Your coworker and friend, Hina, who seemed to have just come from the bathroom, greeted you as you sat down. “Morning, Y/N!”

You raised an eyebrow. In general, Hina was a pretty energetic person, but she seemed extra hyped up this morning. “Morning,” you replied. “Why do— no—how do you have so much energy on a Monday morning?”

“I’m excited because the new hire starts today. I dunno about you but I can’t take another second of trying to figure out how our campaigns are performing,” she complained. “I know there are a couple positions being filled but Chaerin could’ve at least left after one of them was filled.” She rolled her eyes and slammed her notebook closed.

“I would leave in a second if I got the offer she did. She’s making well over six figures now, can you believe it?”

She sighed. “I mean I get it but if someone asks me one more question I can’t answer,, I’m actually going to kill myself. I shouldn’t have said that I was eager to learn in the interview.”

“There’s been so much going on, I guess I forgot about someone new coming on.”

“He should be getting here soon.”

“He?”

“Yeah. The HR lady had his new hire paperwork on the desk when I went in there a few minutes ago looking for her.”

“So nosy,” you said, shaking your head before taking a sip of your coffee.

You looked up as you heard the light murmur of chatter coming toward your side of the office. You saw the HR Manager walking into her office with a handsome man walking behind her, looking around the office with big, curious eyes that darted from left to right.

“He’s good looking,” said Hina, nudging you with a wink.

You chuckled. “I thought Kevin was your office crush?”

“Hey, I can have two office crushes!”

A half hour passed and as you were getting into the groove of your workday, the Creative Director, David, walked over toward your desks with Taeyong behind him. “Meet Taeyong,” he said. “He’s our new analyst. He’s going to be trained by Valentina once she’s back from maternity leave in a couple weeks. Of course, we will all be working together closely as we use analytics to inform our decisions for our upcoming campaigns.”

You stood up, shaking his hand, after he greeted Hina. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m one of the marketing managers. If you need help with anything or have any questions, you can ask me. I know things can be a little overwhelming on the first day but if Valentina picked you while on maternity leave, I already know you’re the best of the best!”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, smiling brightly. “And thank you so much. I look forward to working with everyone.”

At that, David cleared his throat. “I have a meeting with a partner in a few minutes but, Y/N, could you get him set up and show him around the office? Hina, could you come with me? I want you to join this one, since you had some ideas from our brainstorm last week.”

“Um, sure,” you said, as your coworkers walked away from you, leaving you and Taeyong behind. You walked ahead, to the next row of desks across the aisle. “So this is going to be your desk while you’re here. You actually have a nice view on this side of the office.” You turned the monitor on to check if it was functional and checked that he had all of the cords he needed to set up.

Taeyong let out a lighthearted chuckle as he placed the laptop he’d been carrying on the desk. “I just can’t believe I have the newest MacBook. My last work computer was so slow and it would overheat anytime I opened Chrome.”

You laughed. “Sounds like a pain in the ass.”

“Definitely…”

“Did you go to school in Seoul?”

Taeyong shook his head. “No, I actually went to the University of Hong Kong. I ended up getting a scholarship.”

“Wow. That’s amazing. I wish I had the opportunity to study abroad. It seems like a great experience.”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m definitely glad I left Korea for a while. It’s nice to experience new things, meet new people, you know, and get out of your comfort zone. Plus, I even learned a little Cantonese.”

You led Taeyong through the office, showing him where the product, sales, and tech teams all sat. You showed him the meeting rooms, some empty and others filled with two or three people getting their days started. You showed him the kitchen and how to use the coffee machine while you explained that there were bagels on Mondays and that you’d have half days on Fridays once summer commenced.

Taeyong looked around the office with curious eyes, excited to be a part of this company. He’d been so excited to hear back from this company after three rounds of stressful interviews. He’d heard of people struggling to get a job in the current economy. So, he was grateful to be in a company that seemed to have some good perks.

His last job treated him poorly. He’d spend hours, sometimes even outside working hours, working on reports. And then, the data wasn’t even used. He never received any recognition and barely received any feedback. The only feedback he ever got was when his work wasn’t what the higher ups wanted. If it was negative, he sure got feedback. But as for anything positive? There was rarely any feedback there. So, Taeyong gave his resume a much needed makeover and set his sights on a new job and a company that would at least value his work.

He got good vibes from this place so far, especially from you. He thought about what it’d been like when he came here for his very first interview. Honestly speaking, he remembered seeing you. He saw you while he was waiting for the hiring manager. You’d been walking past the blue armchair he was sitting in. You were with the coworker he met today, Hina. He noticed you right away, mostly because you had this loud laughter. It wasn’t obnoxious but it was the kind of laughter that was contagious, the kind of laughter where you had no choice but to laugh, too. But he noticed how wide your smile was and how happy you seemed and how long it’d been since he’d seen a woman smile like that.

You noticed him then, a worried expression plastered on your face. “Hi, are you here for an interview? Did someone help you already?”

“Yeah, they know I’m here. Thanks.”

“Do you want water or anything to drink?” you offered. “I know interviews can be a little stressful.”

Taeyong shook his head. “Water would be nice. Thank you.” And a moment later, you returned with a cold water bottle for him, handing it to him with a smile. And then he aced his interview and ended up here, with you.

He figured it was probably insignificant but he found that a lot of people in the working world could be so cold. But Taeyong was a person who cared a lot. He was someone who treated everyone with kindness, because that’s what he’d want in return. He was the kind of person who cared about the people he worked with.

“Have you been working here long?” Taeyong asked, as you showed him into the main kitchen. He noticed that the kitchen was stocked with snacks and fresh fruit, as he recalled you mentioning that the office manager, placed an order every week. You added earlier that if he had any requests, for office supplies or for snacks in the pantry, to let them know.

“Almost two years,” you replied. “I actually just got a promotion. I came up with this amazing concept for one of our new products. It wasn’t perfect but I worked with the product development team to figure it all out.”

“That’s really impressive,” he said. “I hope I can grow here, too.”

You nodded. “I’m sure you will…Between you and me, they took forever to fill this role. I feel like they were looking for the perfect person and, well, it looks like they found you.”

Taeyong chuckled. “That’s great to know.”

The two of you stood at the coffee machine, deciding to get a fresh cup from the machine that seemed to have endless options; from lattes to macchiatos, it seemed like the machine could do it all. You were very friendly, he noticed, and he hoped that the others were just as nice as you were.

Two weeks had gone by since Taeyong was brought on. In just two weeks, he’d gotten a lot done. Taeyong went from meeting to meeting, learning as much as he could about the company’s products. He took in your marketing plans, asking questions as he went. And soon enough he was churning out data reports based on your past campaigns. So far, he seemed to be the type to go above and beyond and you appreciated that. His doing his job well helped everyone else do their jobs well, too.

It was Friday and it was nearly five o’clock. It’d been a long week, full of deadlines and you were relieved to have a couple of days to relax. As of now, you had absolutely nothing planned. Kun was going out to a friend’s birthday dinner, so you figured you’d stay home and make dinner while enjoying a cool glass of wine.

As you made mental notes of the groceries you wanted to buy, you heard a slam from across the office. You’d been lost in your thoughts at that moment and you shrieked aloud.

Hina looked up from her laptop with a grin. “You’re so dramatic!” she said, nudging you in the arm. You both chuckled.

David stood up from his desk. “Please tell me that everyone is finished with their to do lists for today,” he asked, with a hopeful tone.

Mostly, everyone nodded, except Kevin who huffed and said, “We need to have a meeting with the product team on Monday. I just saw that they rejected the new design for packaging. And at this point, we’re going to have to push back the launch again.”

David sucked his teeth, turning back to her laptop screen. You knew his stress all too well. If his team’s work got rejected one too many times, all of our plans got pushed back. “What’s the issue now?” David chimed in, glaring across the room at the product team’s side of the office. “You know what? I don’t care. It can wait until Monday. I will send out a calendar invite. We can’t keep pushing these launches back like this…Anyway, I was thinking that we could go for a team dinner tonight if most of you are free? We haven’t officially welcomed Taeyong to the team since we’ve been so busy. My treat.”

The team clapped in response. Typically on Fridays David and Valentina didn’t make anyone work late, but very rarely did it come with either of them offering to pay for dinner. Within five minutes, all ten members of your team were packed and ready to go.

“Where are we going?” asked Taeyong in a curious tone.

“How about dim sum?” David suggested. “I’m in the mood for some dumplings and they have really good soup dumplings. Have you had those?”

Taeyong nodded. “I haven’t had any since I left Hong Kong.”

“Right, you went to school there. You’ll love these. The owners are from Hong Kong so it’s authentic and delicious.”

There were some murmurs of agreement and you and your team were whisked away, heading toward the elevators.

Taeyong walked with you, Hina, and your other teammate, Michelle. Taeyong was the talkative type, from what you could see, and he held up most of the conversation. You wondered how he had so much energy. Maybe it was because it was Friday and you’d left the office to start the weekend. Maybe it was because he was new and excited about his new position. Maybe he just had a lot of energy, in general. It wasn’t that you hated your job but it was rare that you felt feelings like joy or excitement about coming into work. Taeyong was excited and you almost envied him for it.

Your stomach grumbled as you went inside the restaurant and got a whiff of whatever was cooking in the kitchen as your group walked toward a large table in the back. Just as you were about to take a seat next to David, he waved Taeyong over. “Come sit here.” He made a hand motion at Hina, who had sat next to the seat he apparently wanted Taeyong in. “Scoot over one seat and let Y/N sit there so Taeyong can sit here.”

The three of you shuffled about until you were in your “assigned” seats. Hina whispered, “God, are we adults or are we in elementary school?” The two of you snickered together as the waiter placed a fresh pot of barley tea in the middle of the table.

The group spent the next ten minutes figuring out what to order. Your boss ordered several orders of everything—dumplings and buns in just about every form, wine chicken, tofu dishes, bok choy, chicken feet, and probably more rice rolls than you needed. And of course, he ordered some liquor to get everyone started. That was always his strategy: get everyone at least tipsy so that the conversation would be more interesting, as he put it.

The conversation was spread across the table, with your half of the table talking amongst yourselves and the other half doing the same. It wasn’t until the food came that your boss decided to be more interactive with Taeyong.

“How were these past two weeks? Are you adjusting well? I told everyone to take care of you so if they didn’t, you can tell me.”

Taeyong nodded. “It’s going well. I’m enjoying the work. And Y/N is really sweet. She helped me get settled easily.” He then turned to you directly. “Thanks for being so helpful and answering all my stupid questions. You’re really good at explaining! And you too, Hina. I’m learning a lot from both of you.”

You felt yourself blushing at the sudden compliment. Your work was something you were proud of but it was rare that someone openly appreciated the projects you’d worked on or your knowledge of the company products. Of course, Kun would always congratulate you when you told him about your accomplishments at work. But it felt good to hear it from someone at the company, especially from someone new to the team and someone who knew more about the things you were working on. You and Taeyong collaborated more than you thought you would initially. And the meetings you had with him were extremely helpful and even gave you some ideas for future projects. Taeyong seemed to be pretty creative and even contributed ideas that he wasn’t sure were even possible. But you liked that he seemed to believe that you could do anything with the right people and the right tools and resources.

David’s lips parted in surprise. “Wow, Taeyong is showering everyone with compliments today. I feel a little left out.”

Taeyong laughed. “Of course, I like working with you all but I have to admit, I think Y/N and Hina are more my style.”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks at Taeyong’s seemingly flirty comment. It wasn’t that you had a crush on Taeyong, but you were interested in him as a person. You genuinely enjoyed spending time with him and working on projects together. You were a marketing manager and he was an analyst. The two of you made a good team…along with Hina of course.

***

After food and a couple more drinks than you should’ve had, you were thoroughly stuffed. Your boss paid for the meal with the company credit card and scurried off saying that his wife was waiting for him at home. Then your coworkers began to disappear, one by one, until only you, Hina, and Taeyong were left. And Hina insisted on finishing the liquor your coworkers left behind in the pitcher.

You said, “I must have gained like fifty pounds.”

“Let’s start walking so we can lose at least five,” Taeyong said, nudging you.

“I should go on a diet,” you said, standing up from the chair, stretching.

“You don’t need a diet,” he said. “It always bothers me to hear women say that…”

Hina said, “So, your type is a woman who eats well, hm?”

Taeyong nodded with a smile. “Yeah. I love cooking so I want someone who can taste it first and tell me if it’s good or not.”

“Will you cook for the holiday potluck?”

Taeyong smirked. “Maybe.”

“I never had a man cook anything for me,” said Hina, frowning as she stood.

“But your dad cooks really well,” you said. “I still think about the clam soup he made for your birthday.”

“That doesn’t count,” she explained, as she slowly began to tip over into the chair. She held onto the table to hold herself up and rolled her eyes. “He’s my dad. I want a man to cook for me!”

Taeyong chuckled. “Does that mean you’re good at cooking? Do you take after your dad?”

Before she could answer, you opened your mouth to speak. “Let’s just say she could use a little work…”

Hina laughed. “Hey! I improved since last time!”

Taeyong patted her shoulder. “Let’s get you home.”

“I can go myself,” she said, doing her best to stand straight. Whether she realized it or not, she definitely couldn’t do it on her own.

You said, “Don’t worry. I can take her home.”

Taeyong shook his head. “What kind of man would I be if I let you go by yourselves? I’ll call a taxi and the three of us can go.”

Hina said, “I’m perfectly fine to take the train!”

“Fine,” said Taeyong with a sigh, “we can take the train.”

***

Hina was the one who insisted on taking the train despite hardly being able to support herself on her own two feet. She stumbled into you and Taeyong as the three of you walked to the station and even fell asleep in her seat, her mouth wide open.

“I’m sorry about Hina,” you said, as you arrived closer to her stop. “She’s one of those people where you don’t know how drunk she is until it’s too late.”

Taeyong smiled. “We all have that one friend.”

You’d been worried that Taeyong might be annoyed but, from what you could see, he seemed to have a lot of patience.

“Well I’m sorry that you have to spend your Friday night with your drunk coworkers,” you said, chuckling.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Really. I don’t mind at all. This is better than spending my Friday night by myself. I don’t have many friends in Seoul since I moved back. I got pretty close to a few people in Hong Kong but, you know, they’re in Hong Kong…” Taeyong continued. “My best friend from high school was an international student from Thailand so he’s back there. Lucky for me, he comes to Seoul pretty often for his work. And my other best friend is living in Incheon, so he’s close but he works in finance and he has a girlfriend now so he’s busy.”

“Wow, so most of your friends aren’t even in the country, huh?”

“Lucky me,” he said, with a sigh.

“Well we’ll definitely be friends with you. Even though Hina fell asleep, she really likes you. She said that you’re way better than Chaerin.”

You laughed and Taeyong joined in with a laugh that seemed so light and free. You liked hearing him laugh. Taeyong could be quiet at times but he was playful, too. Hina liked him and you liked him, too.

You and Taeyong helped Hina up and off of the train a moment later. Together, you brought Hina to her small apartment a couple blocks away from the station. As you got into the elevator, she said, “I ordered pizza.”

“When did you order pizza?”

“When you went to get me water from the convenience store.”

In those couple of minutes you were inside the store, Hina apparently ordered pizza while in Taeyong’s care. You shot him a look, to which he said, “I didn’t see her do it. I just thought she was texting or something.”

You laughed. “Well hopefully she can stay up long enough to eat it…”

Hina put in the code to her door and you and Taeyong followed her inside. You said, “I’ll help her put her pajamas on. You don’t have to stay. You’ve helped us out a lot tonight. I really appreciate it.”

Taeyong said, “I’ll stay here at least until she gets settled. I should make sure you get home okay, too.”

“Okay,” you said, before you disappeared with Hina into the bedroom. Thankfully, Hina had had a little bit of time to sober up and she didn’t seem as wobbly before. You pulled out pajamas from her drawers that didn’t match and handed them to her. You turned while Hina got herself undressed.

“I can’t believe I’m this drunk,” she said. “I’m so embarrassed Taeyong saw me like this.”

“It’s fine,” you assured her. “You had a little too much but it’s not like you did anything embarrassing. If you jumped on top of the table and started dancing, that would be a different story.” The two of you laughed for a moment before you turned to her. “Wait, you ordered pizza, right?”

Hina said, “Oh! I almost forgot. The app says it’ll be here in ten minutes. I’m so tired though.” She walked over to her bed. “I don’t care about taking my makeup off or taking a shower right now. Actually, can you just stay here until the pizza comes? I’m just gonna take a little nap. Wake me up when it gets here.” She put her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. She fell asleep almost instantly and you knew that she would give you hell when you tried to wake her up in a few minutes to eat.

You figured you should go to the bathroom before leaving. As you headed down the hall, you tripped over an unknown object, sending you crashing into the wall. As you collided with the wall, you knocked down a photo frame. It plummeted to the hardwood floor, crashing to the floor, the glass shattering.

Before you could blink, Taeyong was by your side, eyes wide and full of concern as you’d also ended up on the floor. “Are you okay? Did you get cut anywhere?” He took your hand, examining it for cuts.

“I think I’m okay,” you said, putting your palm on the floor to help you up.

“Wait,” he said, putting his hand out before you could touch anything. “Let me clean up the glass. There could be some small pieces and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You waited for him to get back with the broom and watched as he swept up every single piece you could see.

“I guess I’ll buy her a new picture frame,” you said, chuckling. “What did I even trip over?” You turned to find one of Hina’s slippers in the middle of the floor. They must’ve come off as you brought her into the bedroom.

Taeyong winced as he picked up the last piece, shaking his hand. “Damn it!”

Your heart dropped as you saw a tiny sliver of blood pour from his finger. You got up, despite his protests, and got Hina’s first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. You called him over to sit on the bathtub edge, next to you, and pulled out a bandage and alcohol wipe.

He sat down and said, “I can do it, you know…”

“It’s fine,” you said, ripping the paper open on the alcohol wipe. You swiped at the blood coming from his cut, causing Taeyong to yelp from the sting. His reaction made you chuckle. He rolled his eyes as you put the bandage on, wrapping it carefully around his finger. “There.”

“Thanks,” he said, smiling at you.

Your eyes met his. The air felt heavy for a few seconds. It felt almost as time stopped. There was this slight tension that you weren’t sure if he felt, too. The few seconds that you had locked eyes felt like hours. The doorbell rang, interrupting the seemingly intimate moment.

“I’ll get it.”

As you predicted, Hina didn’t wake up in time for the pizza. When you attempted to wake her from her drunken state, you were met with protest and crankiness. Despite your best attempts, Hina refused to be pulled or prodded. So, you and Taeyong helped yourselves.

In the middle of your bite, you heard a loud vibrating sound. “Oh,” you said, “my phone!” You realized that you hadn’t paid your phone a single ounce of attention since you’d arrived. Your heart dropped as you realized that it was your boyfriend calling.

You answered. “Hello?”

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Of course. I’m fine.”

“I was worried,” he said. “I was trying to stay awake until you came home but I fell asleep…Why didn’t you text me back?”

“I saw your message but I forgot about it. Hina got a little too drunk, then me and Taeyong helped me get her home…”

“Taeyong?”

“He’s new to the team. I told you, remember?”

“Right,” he said. “Anyway, are you still going to come here? Maybe you should go home instead. I could meet you there?”

“No, it’s okay. We have pizza so I’ll eat a little more and then come there.”

“Use my account and take a taxi, okay? I’ll wait for you.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“I love you, Y/N. Get here safely, okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, “I will.”

You pressed end and returned to your pizza. To be honest, you felt a little awkward having that conversation in front of Taeyong.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he said. “Have you been together long?”

“It’s been about two years,” you explained. “I guess I just don’t talk about him much.”

Taeyong nodded, taking his last bite of pizza. “We should get going,” he said. “Will Hina be okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, “I put a bottle of water on her nightstand and the garbage can is by her bed if she needs to throw up.” You stood up. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”

While you went to the bathroom, Taeyong picked up the paper plates and cleared the counter. He put the pizza box in the fridge and then went to get your coat. By the time you came out, Taeyong had your coat and bag ready for you.

“You ready to go?” he asked.

***

Kun was awake when you arrived. He was sitting on the couch waiting for you, makeup remover and cotton balls ready.

“Hey baby,” he said, a wide smile on his face. “Welcome back.”

“Hi,” you said, sitting next to him. You planted a kiss on his lips with a loud smack. “I’m not that drunk babe. I can take my makeup off.”

He chuckled in response. “A good boyfriend should always be prepared for his drunk girlfriend to come home. They’ll come back too drunk to take off their makeup, they’ll start demanding to order chicken nuggets or they’ll throw you on the bed for sex.”

“I’ve only done those things like once.”

“I mean, you definitely made me go to McDonalds and yelled at me because it was late and they only had breakfast. So, you asked for a McGriddle instead.” As you laughed and reached for the cotton balls, Kun stopped you. “I got it, babe.”

You shrugged and let your boyfriend remove your makeup. He was always so gentle with you; it was as if he thought you might break if he held you too tightly. In that moment, you realized how tired you were. And Kun knew that because he picked you up off of the couch, carrying you into the bedroom. He kissed you as he placed you onto the bed. Before you knew it, he was peeling off your clothes, kissing each spot where he removed something.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each kiss. When he finally took your panties off, you couldn’t take it anymore. You found yourself climbing on top of him, cupping his face with your hands around his face. You kissed him, pushing your tongue in his mouth.

“What’s with you?” Kun asked, surprised by your forwardness, as he pulled away from you.

“I just want you, babe,” you said, kissing his neck.

“I want you, too,” he said, rolling you over onto your back. He swiped at your pussy, feeling how wet you’d gotten. He hummed in satisfaction. He pushed a finger inside, your wetness covering it. You gasped at the feeling, gripping around his finger. As he added another, you let out a moan. He fingered you for a few moments, driving you crazy. You needed him inside of you and you needed it now.

“Please,” you whined.

At that, he pulled his fingers out. He got on top of you and you used your hands to guide him inside. He plunged deep into you, taking a moment to revel in the feeling. You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your lips parted in satisfaction as he began to pull and push himself in and out of you. Kun loved it when you were on your back and he could look deep into your eyes.

You pulled him closer, bringing him into your neck. He kissed it so tenderly with each stroke, allowing a soft moan to come from your lips. He went slow for you, plunging seemingly deeper and deeper into you.

Moments later, he wasn’t going easy on you anymore. He’d bent you over the bed and was pounding you hard, sending you into a frenzy of loud moans in which you were sure the neighbors could hear. And with one last stroke, he came undone with a heavy sigh.

After, you and Kun laid down in bed. Naked bodies pressed against each other, Kun held you in his arms as you began to slowly drift to sleep.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered before pressing his lips to your shoulder. You heard him but couldn’t bring yourself to speak back. It was just seconds before your world went dark.

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mysteriousmissme · 4 months ago

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kou 🤝 hanako

holding their lovers’ face in their hands

mtsk and hnn parallels if you care :,)

#i love how 116 can either parallel to canon hnn or the angst in vol4 #it’s like;; choose ur fighter #mitsukou #hananene #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jshk #tbhk 116 #jshk 116

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wayvchip · 3 months ago

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cute dates with boyfriend!wayv

kun invites you over to his apartment to cook dinner and have a relaxing wine night. except maybe it wasn't that relaxing since you both turn it into a tipsy masterchef cooking competition. although you are quite intimidated by his cooking skills, you don't let that stop you from trying your best (which wasn't very good). kun, being the nicest guy ever, lets you win. the winner chooses the loser's punishment. you make him wear an embarrassing apron that says "kiss the cook but don't touch the buns" kun complies and prays the pictures you took of him on your phone never end up in yangyang's hands, or else he would never hear the end of it.

ten loves volunteering at the animal shelter, especially a shelter with lots of cats who need extra love and attention. you and ten spend the whole day playing with the cats, feeding them, cleaning out their cages, and brushing their fur. he almost wants to adopt yet another cat or two or three, but you gently remind him this isn't in real life neko atsume so he cannot collect all the cats in the world (unfortunately). ten's eyes soften when he sees you cuddling a senior kitty and he can't help but think to himself he wants to raise many cats with you in the future.

winwin would take you to the beach on a sunny day to enjoy the light breeze and salty air until the sun sets. you notice how he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking you out. winwin compliments you endlessly and gives you one of his jackets to cover up because he hates the thought of other people staring at you. throughout the day, you help each other reapply sunscreen, and you giggle whenever he struggles to squeeze the tube that barely has any sunscreen left, because it sounds exactly like someone after they eat taco bell. during moments he thinks you aren't looking, winwin manages to find a pretty pearly white seashell among the billions of grains of sand and gives it to you.

xiaojun would invite you over to his place and you guys spend the whole time building legos and geeking out over the newest flower and plant lego sets. he starts sweating when your hand accidentally touches his hand while reaching for the same lego piece, even though you guys are literally dating. silly ahh boy. after you both finish building the set in one sitting, xiaojun makes you one of his famous oreo mug cakes, and he makes sure to lightly blow on the spoonful of batter to cool it down before feeding it to you and watching you eat it (he is so whipped for you)

hendery would take you to a hong kong style cafe. it's cozy and cute, and has lots of history behind how the shop came to be what it is today. you have trouble deciding what to order since you are unfamiliar with cantonese food but hendery excitedly explains each dish in detail just for you. once you decide what to get, hendery orders for you in cantonese, which makes you fall in love with him all over again. his eyes light up when you show interest in learning a few canto phrases and he feels his heart melt a little when you repeat after his words and ask if your pronounciation was okay.

yangyang loves going to the arcade section in the amusement park. the bright, colorful lights, silly circus music, and sound effects from the machines makes him feel like he's reliving his childhood again. yangyang tries to show off his claw machine skills because he wants to impress you. he literally tries so hard and finally wins a plushie for you after his like eleventh attempt. while yangyang is rambling on about how the "claw machine was rigged" and how "it wasn't a skill issue" on his part, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which makes him shut up immediately and start blushing furiously.

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loserlvrss · 4 months ago

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꒰ 𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀 ꒱ 钱锟

summary : after waking up from anesthesia, you're faced with a handsome stranger... who might not be all that unfamiliar after all

genre : fluff, kinda angst, kun x afab!reader tws : language, mentions of surgery (not specified for what), hospital/doctors environment author notes : she a wolf she a beauty and a beast she a wolf word count : 1.6k

you blinked a couple times, the fluorescent lights momentarily impairing your vision. a hand came up to block them, shielding you as you adjusted.

“it’ll be a little bright,” a woman’s voice echoed in your hollow mind. “you’ll be a bit sensitive for a while.”

you turned your head, a croaked groan leaving your lips. “my arm hurts.”

“it’s from the IV, we’ll give you something to take home with you for all the pain.” she smiled, running her gloved hand along the tape and checking your veins color. “i’m going to check your vitals one last time and go grab your guardian, okay?”

you swallowed, nodding but not hearing what she had been explaining after. however, she was a nurse, so you believed her.

she took her time to check you over, making sure that everything was normal enough for a post-operation patient. your vision, hearing, blood pressure, heart rate and breathing. and by how long it took (which was only a couple minutes in reality) you were convinced she not only had double, but triple-checked.

you could remember the moment before you were put under, but everything else was still a little hazy, as if it was a dream. you could barely even think about anything other than what was right in front of your face.

she had asked you to confirm your last name and date of birth, the hesitation making her stifle a smile.

“i’m going to go get him now,” she took her stethoscope off, hanging it around her neck like a snake would. “it’ll only take a minute, okay?”

“who?” you had asked, too late as she was already out of the room. you must’ve spaced out, trying to conjure up in your mind who she was talking about. “who are you getting?”

you stared at the wooden door for what felt like forever, contemplating what to tell the nurse when she came back with someone you’d never met.

you bit your lip, fidgeting with your fingers and picking at the skin until the door finally opened again.

your eyebrows came together, a familiar sense washing over you. you looked over the man at her side, and you swear you had to clench your teeth to keep your mouth from falling open; he was the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on.

you know to each their own, but you wanted him to be your own. you couldn’t stomach the thought of another girl perceiving him even though as far as you knew you’d never seen him before. i mean, how could you forget such a face?

he had a bright smile plastered to his god-awfully-pretty features. he glanced down at the nurse. “she looks confused,” he laughed. “has she not fully recovered from the anesthesia?”

she hugged the clipboard in her hands close to her chest. “not yet it seems, she asked who i was getting earlier. it should wear off—we had to give her a slightly higher dose.”

so, she did hear you but, chose to ignore you? that was cruel, however a laugh threatened to escape your throat… maybe it was the hyper amount of drugs you were on.

maybe she hasn’t actually gone and got him (whoever he was) yet, maybe she had grabbed another nurse; a doctor; an anesthesiologist. but he didn’t look like a doctor, or anything of the sort, clothed regularly. he looked smart, but in other senses—non-medical.

nonetheless, you couldn’t help feeling like you knew him. somewhere in the back of your mind you knew you could conjure up his name, and you cursed yourself for forgetting someone so beautiful.

the nurse came back over to you after washing her hands, pulling the rolling stool up to your bed.

you leaned in. “how do i know him?”

she laughed again, but it wasn’t funny to you. you were starting to feel distressed, stupid even, because even she couldn’t understand how you’d forgotten him. she leaned in whispering. “your husband.”

shocked was the simplest word you could’ve used.

“this might bruise, but it’ll go away within a couple days. and, your memory will come back within the hour, okay?” she started to remove the covers from your body, your bare legs on display. “and, you can change back into your regular clothes now, i’ll step out.” she turned to the man. “just let me know when she’s ready and we’ll go over the post procedure process, and schedule her a follow-up appointment.”

“okay, sounds good.” he smiled as the nurse began exiting the room. “thank you.”

the clicking of the door rang out against the silence, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. your eyes must’ve been wide, eyebrows confused as you looked him over again.

“my what?” you finally spewed out.

“husband, y/n.” he smiled, walking over to you. “we got married two months ago. i’m a little hurt that you forgot the best day of my life.”

“i-i,” you began, watching as he picked your clothes up off the side table. “i don’t need help.”

“yes, ma’am.” he seemed a little taken aback, obviously amused. “whatever you want, love.”

you groaned as you willed your legs over the side. you were still a little skeptical, but it was starting to come back to you; how could you actually forget?

there was a feeling inside telling you that you’d been with him way longer than the two months, and his presence was starting to jog your memories—maybe that was the trick to getting them back. him. your presumed husband.

despite feeling determined too, you couldn’t even stand up, stumbling back over when you tried. he flinched towards you, but stopped himself, obviously wanting to respect your prior direction.

you didn’t want to give in—still a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. you wanted to make him turn around, but you feared it was him that would be doing all the work in a couple of seconds. mind over matter though, right?

the bed let out a loud crack when you tried to stand again, this time he wouldn’t (couldn’t) stand back and watch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, coming in front of you and grabbing your arms. “just let me help you.”

you bit your lip, being raised by his strong, yet gentle grip. “i promise there’s nothing to worry about.”

you nodded, feeling a sense of relief at his touch—one you didn’t know you could feel for him. “o-okay.”

“can you stand on your own now?” he asked, carefully letting go of your skin, but keeping them close in case you started to tip.

once he made sure you could, he reached down to your knees, holding the hem of the hospital-gown. you took his forearm within your fingers, non-verbally telling him to stop. your stomach was turning, but you trusted him? a feeling you don’t know where it came from.

“if i close my eyes, will that be better?” he glanced at you, soft eyes catching your perplexed ones. “i’ll do whatever you need, y/n.”

you nodded again, not really sure what to say. how would he know what he was doing with closed eyes? how could he feel so strongly towards you that he was prepared to do anything? but, he did as promised, fingers accidentally grazing your torso when he dragged the fabric up.

the touch, however, sent you reeling, and suddenly you could remember a little over 6 months ago when he proposed. the night you cried like a baby, the man of your dreams down on one knee in front of you.

the whole situation was also now starting to get on your nerves. why’d you forget? why’d it all start coming back with his lingering touch? why’d you have to get a case of amnesia? why couldn’t you just remember? you really wanted to.

he kept his eyes closed, reaching to the clothes and feeling for your shirt. he found it, holding it up. “right way?” he asked. you hummed in response, helping it over your head. this time, as he adjusted the hem, his hands held your waist, twisting the fabric. but, it reminded you of further back, when you made him slow dance with you on the second date—even before you’d ever kissed—your arms draped around his neck, bodies swaying in a gentle rhythm.

you remember enough to know how you felt about him. you remember enough to know you loved him eternally.

“kun…” his eyes shot open, hands stilling in their spot. “i’m sorry.”

he grabbed you further. “why?” he asked, genuinely confused by your apology. you had nothing to be sorry for, he was only joking when he said he was hurt by your medically-caused amnesia. it happens. he knew you’d never be able to really forget him. “why are you sorry, my love?”

you put your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. a long overdue hug. you pulled your head away, feeling a shiver down your spine when his hands stroked along it soothingly. you kissed the side of his mouth, causing a gentle smile.

“i didn’t mean t-to. i forg—“

“don’t apologize.” he interrupted. “you remember now.”

how could you ever really forget?

“yeah,” you laughed. “it’s all coming back to me.”

he pressed his lips to yours, and you urgently recognized fine-details that you’d engrained to memory. little things about him and your life that you could never discard as irrelevant—everything about him was relevant to you. you loved him, and part of love meant knowing it all. knowing the gorgeous and down-right nasty about each other, but still seeing them in the same light. and, you’d already learned everything about him, as he did you, vowing to commit your life to each other; and the next one, and the next one. forever and ever. for better or for worse. through sickness and health, poverty and wealth.

‘till death do us part.

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