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maximumkillshot · 8 months

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I Can't Lose You-Chapter 13

Warnings: Non really! Just some A quality fluff, there is some references to hard times, other than that, nothing.

Pairing: Changbin x Reader???

Characters: All boys minus Chan

A/N: Okay this is super fluffy dare I say brush your teeth after. Enjoy!

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It was the soft light of dawn that stirred Changbin from sleep. He felt a warm weight on his bicep, his hand aching from the bruises on it. He made sure not to flex it as he turned his head to see the owner of that warm weight. He smiled to himself, looking at you, your body angled towards him, your angel plush koala’ed with your head on his bicep.

He fought the yawn trying to escape him as he looked at you. You always rested so beautifully. He could watch you for hours, if he was any good at art he would have a studio full of different mediums of the same subject, you. The walls would be covered with photos, paintings, and drawings of when you’re resting, awake, laughing… That was his favorite, it would look like someone turned on a light in a dark room. You always looked like that, too.

He almost giggled to himself when he thought about how much of an opposite to you he was. He never slept gracefully. Mostly landing on the opposite side of the bed where he started from and limbs either starfished or belly down smothering himself in the pillow. He was wondering if there was anyone else that he knows that looks as pretty as you do sleeping. Jisung looks cute but not pretty. Hyunjin looks almost angry as he sleeps, Minho can sleep with his eyes open which is just unsettling at times, I.N. sleeps in a ball (fox fits him perfectly), Chan looks catatonic, Minnie looks peaceful, but also slightly angry, Lixie however. He slept pretty. Sometimes Bin would love it when Lix would choose him as a pillow, especially during touring. Lix was always so nervous, so much so that sometimes Bin would get a call from his sunshine twin for help. Felix couldn’t sleep without cuddling him. So most days Bin would Tell I.N. goodnight after a shower and head to Lix’s room. He remembered just after day 2 of a Los Angeles show Felix showed up to his room. One minute they were talking, the next Bin woke up to Lix flattened like a pancake between the wall and himself. He remembers trying to move away from Lix’ and hearing Felix groaning and saying, “Hyung… no come back,” with grabby hands. He remembered looking down at him and saying, “You need to breathe Yongbok-ah” as he chuckled. Felix looked up and smirked as he said, “I’m breathing, now come back…” as Felix locked onto him. There Changbin was stuck for the better half of an hour as Felix went back to sleep.

Also like Felix, you would sleep like a rock next to Changbin, but when Changbin would wake up or even shift, your eyes would open, making sure he wasn’t leaving. If he was, he would need to either bargain or say where he was going. Changbin, now that he thinks about it, recognizes that you and Felix have a very unique relationship. It’s not just because you have a unique relationship with each one of the members either. You and Felix have been through a lot, him being the first you called a friend. There was a lot of culture shock when you moved from New York to Seoul. Felix stood up with you through all of the jetlag and, although you could speak Korean in a limited capacity before you moved, it was nowhere near what you needed to speak to survive.

Felix rented an apartment with you until you could get on your feet, so you didn’t feel so alone in a foreign country. He also did exercises with you in Korean, so you could learn the language better. He helped you form shortcuts for memorizing the Hangul and even helped you with the more advanced speaking by watching K-dramas with you. He’d pause it every few seconds to teach you about what you just heard. It’s because of Felix that you speak fluently after five years. Bin remembered those moments, coming over the apartment to help teach you. He knew there was nothing else expected behind Felix’s kindness aside from, “I understand that it’s hard, let me take some pressure off, yeah?” He could practically hear the thick Aussie accent as he reminisced.

Changbin looked at your hands, he could see the signs of anxiety healing on them. He knew all too well how your anxiety slams into you. You pick at your nails at times and your nails are short because of it, it’s something you’ve been trying to work on since you had teeth. However, now they seem to be healing. That made him feel good. They were a representation of your mood, your healing process. It was not often that he looked at you without a pang of guilt, however. Lately, it’s still touch and go. He always felt a slight worry at the fact that you were married to Chris and not himself, now it’s full blown panic, rightfully so. If he was married to you he would be able to be closer to you, make sure you’re happy; now that line was blocking him. He knew the line was there, he felt it in the earth between the both of you. That line that used to be so defined, now blurring. That guilt shifting focus, instead of guilt for looking at you fondly, now morphing into guilt about this entire situation. If he would’ve spoken up, you wouldn’t be like this. If he would’ve said what Minho, Felix, Han, and himself were thinking; you wouldn’t be here.

There were so many times that he’s found you in the midst of a panic attack, on edge thinking Chris would come home, just to have the rug snatched from under you. Sometimes he’d see you choking back tears as you are doing dishes, seeing no sign of Chan’s favorite mug, meaning he never came home. Smelling his cologne in the morning was the worst. Bin would find you curled on Chan’s side of the bed, asking why he left without saying anything. Questioning your worth. There was no stability for you, no peace. He wanted to tell you to get a divorce so many times. It was something that everyone who spent time with you wanted to scream. Seeing you suffer was and still is torture. Bin never knew how to bring it up though. He knows that you said that you’d leave Chan… But would you?

The press, the company, the fans, all of them would tear you apart. It’d be a massacre, if anything. The company made a show of it. The first public K-Pop couple, going public willingly. “The king and queen of K-Pop”, Chan from the Stray Kids falls in love with one of the best photographers in the business… The headlines made Bin choke at first. It shouldn’t have been that title, this situation, that circumstance. Chan’s hand should’ve never been in yours. Chan’s knee should’ve never touched the Earth, his hand should’ve never reached in his pocket to fish out a tiny black box. More than anything, the press should’ve never known anything. The backlash wasn’t terrible, with Chan protecting you for once. But now? That made his heart rate pick up.

He wanted to keep you here. Safe and content, sleeping on his arm in the dawn of the morning in the middle of a living room floor. Hair tousled, surrounded by plushies, cradling you as you rest. No, not here, he refused to think about it. He refused to believe that anything bad would happen to you, not in his arms, in the safe space he made for you the same moment he met you. The past three days have been from Hell, yet you and him found strength in each other. He goes back to the second episode, the way you clung onto him, your hand barely able to fit half of his forearm. You stood here for him. You breathed for him. All because he asked you to. You fell fully expecting no one to catch you, since Chan never did. Instead, just like the plushies, his boys, your boys, caught you. Bin lunged for you, grabbed your hand and didn’t let go. He refused to, not after what he saw. What you went through. Not with how much he loves you.

Love is a strong word, now that Bin thinks about it. It’s unconditional. When you truly love someone, you don’t care about the ‘what’s’in life. What if someone found out, what if something happens, what are the risks? None of them matter. What matters is that person. He can’t remember a day after he met you where his needs ever superseded your own. It was natural to him. Do you need help carrying something? He’ll carry it all! Do you need an opinion on this photo? He drops all of his responsibilities for you. Chan never loved you. That pang in Bin’s chest came back. He had to face it. Yes, Chan never loved you. Yes, Chan used you as a tool, a tactic. Yes, he broke you. If anything, Chan was shitty at acting like he cared, but everyone didn’t want to see it, yourself included. Not anymore.

You have gone through too much to be treated like an afterthought. Bin will chase any monster away, he’ll fight anyone who tries to come near you with any other motive other than to help you. You shifted a little in your sleep and your hair fell from your now messy bun. He smiled seeing the scrunch of your nose as a strand of hair tickled you. He laid on his side to completely face you. He gently moved the offending strand out of the way, drinking in your presence. You sighed happily and your nostrils flared, chasing Bin’s hand slightly. Bin knew what you wanted, he cupped your face gently as you smirked, still in sleep. It’s these little things that melt Changbin. The fact that even when sleeping you miss the people you love, even if they’re right next to you. You do the same thing to Hannie and Lixie as well. Mere seconds later you shivered. You blindly turned around, angel in hand and got closer to Changbin, making yourself the little spoon. Changbin used two plushies as stacked pillows so he could rest his head as he cuddled you.

“Warmer?” Bin asked as he looped his hand over your body and the angel, his arm resting in the dip of your waist. He had a smile creeping on his face, he was like Chan in the right circumstances, a literal furnace. So resting with him was the best. Like a heated pillow and blanket draped over you. He knew that when you’re cold you seek warmth, especially when drowsy so he was waiting for you to start to migrate closer to him.

Soon your shivers stopped as you said, “mhm thanks Binnie” and you kissed his bicep, your version of a “thank you” as you melted into Bin’s chest. That interaction, once again, isn’t new. You kiss everyone, in appropriate places of course. It’s just how you are. If you’re cuddling with Hannie you peck him on the palm of his hands, if it’s Lixie or Minho, it's the cheeks all day every day. For Bin you peck his chest and arms. Bin as well as the others communicate the same way with you, Bin’s favorite places are the crown of your head and your forehead. Most of the boys follow suit with that tight parameter, except for Innah who will peck your hands, your fingers, whatever is accessible, even on the shoulder if you are cooking or something.

Bin caught him pecking your shoulder once as a thanks and he yelled, “Yah! What makes you so special??”, just to hear you say, “Aye! Don’t yell at my baby! Lookathim, he’s just a baby,” you cooed as you squished his cheeks and scratched his scalp. I.N. just had a shit eating grin as he said, “Hyung, why are you mad at me? I’m just a baby…” Bin just said, “yeah tell that to your browser history.” You immediately went into a fit of laughter as Innah said, “How do you know about that??” Bin just looked at him and yelled, “get off the group email, you degenerate!” Bin, when he couldn’t get to your head, like that night, he’ll kiss your hands as he holds them. He remembered and held onto the memories between you and the boys, smiling as he watched you in your sleep.

Eventually Minho got up and took a picture of course, Bin didn’t care though, as long as you weren’t disturbed. A little after Minho came and went, Hannie popped out of Lix’s room, he had an intent to his movements.

See, there is this thing Hannie does. As soon as he gets up he is very cuddly, not to anyone else except you. He always saw you as his sister, the one he never had. It’s because of that he has this need to make sure you’re okay and he does that by early morning cuddles. That all started after you asked if you could sleep in one of the boy’s beds at night, missing the feeling of a body next to you. Han noticed that whenever you were either in your bed or Bin’s he would wake up with anxiety, his hands searching for you before his eyes even opened. It only dawned on him recently that for the first two weeks of asking, every night you approached Hannie. When he asked you why you hadn't asked Bin or Jinnie, you had said that you didn’t know how to ask Bin. Eventually, you did get around to asking Bin and he was fine with it. Hannie always knew mornings were the worst for you. He walked in many times, just like Bin did, when you’d be crying on Chan’s pillow. He noticed you didn’t do that when there was a body next to you. It didn’t matter how disheveled either of them looked, you would cuddle up and fall right back to sleep peacefully.

The first time Han did this, he found you in your morning ritual of crying, then you felt the bed behind you dip, knowing it wasn’t Chris but one of the boys. You could even tell which one, it was Han. He always stepped lighter around you, especially when you were crying or sad. He knew that you would get startled otherwise. His heart only cracked further when you didn’t flinch or question who it was. Han didn’t say anything, he just delicately dug his hands into the ball you made of your body and he dragged you to himself. He covered the both of you with the blankets and he whispered, “You don’t need that Anya, let that go for me. Come here, hold on to me… there you go... Good job Anya”. You let go of your husband’s pillow and grabbed on to Hannie, digging into his chest as you cried. His deep rumble soothing you as he said, “I’m so sorry, my heart breaks Anya. You don’t deserve this. Worth so much more. I got you, breathe.” Ever since then, Han always searched you out in the mornings.

Hannie looked at Bin and yourself and laid down on the makeshift bed as he made himself known. At this point it’s so routine that you don’t even get startled. Hannie just turned you so you were now facing Bin, and Hannie dragged you to himself, gently of course.

“Hannie?” You groaned. You were so warm and all you could register was the feeling of being moved. You knew it was Hannie, you smirked to yourself as you waited for him to announce himself. Bin looked at the pair of you and couldn’t help but smile. This ritual that you and Hannie had was probably the cutest thing he has seen. The fact that it’s now routine is something that makes him so happy. The fact that all of the boys love you so much, it makes him not only proud of the boys, but it makes him happy to know that you will always have someone in your corner.

Han just whispers, “Mhm it’s me Anya, get some sleep, just holding you, that okay?” Forever the gentleman asking permission. You nodded and he pulled you in, the last thing you remembered was the momentary cold of the comforter as you were being pulled. All that you registered after that was the rumble of the warm chest behind you as he spoke softly to Bin. After that you passed back out instantaneously.

“How did she sleep?” Han asked. He was worried about how the first night went. He didn’t want you to feel crowded, which is why he slept on Lix’s floor, no comforter but he packed his sleeping bag in his overnight bag so he had no problem sleeping there.

“Good, I think.” Bin responded. Luckily Bin slept a little better, but he wouldn’t tell anyone about the sudden episodes, waking with a need to feel you close to him. The last thing he remembers of the nightmares being images of Chris trying to get to you. Some being of you unmoving, or of you willingly letting go of him. Those times he was so grateful that you wanted him to be in the bed with you. He’d immediately feel you close and he'd pass back out, not needing to open his eyes.

“That’s good.” Han said. He could see it in Bin’s eyes. He’s been friends with him for almost a decade, in a lot of ways they grew up together, Bin may be good at hiding, but not good enough to hide from Han. “So are you going to tell me what is going on in your head now, hyung?” Han looked down, petting your hair back as he waited for the answer.

“Just trust me when I say you don’t want any of the ideas implanted in your head, Han. I know I am not okay right now. As soon as she starts therapy, I’m going right after her,” Bin’s face was hard as he looked at Han, if he didn’t have that scowl on his face, he knew he’d collapse. “I’m sorry I scared you earlier… I should have more composure than I did.” Han knew exactly what he was talking about. Han was terrified in that waiting room, seeing Bin’s entire demeanor shift. His happy, funny, go lucky brother… just gone, replaced with anger, pain, suffering incarnate.

Han looked at him, “I’m not going to lie, it did terrify me, you meant every word of what you said.” He saw Bin’s eyebrows drop, his lips went from tight to relaxed, almost downturned as his jaw clenched momentarily, his mouth opened in a tiny breath. Han continued, “But you also need to know that your reaction is justified. You had and still have every right to be enraged. It’s not your fault that all of this happened. Chris is a manipulator, he had this show well rehearsed. We didn’t see it. We all didn’t see it Bin. So please don’t blame yourself, because it’s just like what Y/N told Minho, we aren’t responsible for another man’s actions.”

“I don’t know why he did it. I keep on racking my brain. She did everything possible to make him happy. She tore herself apart for him.” Changbin always had that in the back of his head whenever he had time to himself. Even if he was just using the restroom, he couldn’t fathom why. That was when Changbin realized, anything you did, wasn't going to be enough. You already gave him so much yet he just didn't care. He wanted more, like a black hole in your life. You can never fill a glass with a hole in the bottom.

Han said, “The why doesn’t matter. What matters is her.” He tilted his head to you, “I got a call from management, they’re giving us two months off. Apparently Chris let them know what happened.” Bin’s jaw opened and Han cut him off before a syllable could be uttered, “I asked them specifically what he said, they told me. The story he gave checked out. He told them the truth. Which honestly scares me more, Bin.” Changbin’s heart dropped once he heard that. “Oh God. Okay. I’ll talk to PR and see what the plan is.” He responded. “I’ll do it later though. I… we just need peace right now. I need to go out. Get her some sanitary items and I’m going to grab more medicine, a heating pad, all of that.” This isn’t Bin’s first rodeo, he has an older sister who basically taught him everything about the reproductive system. Bin has also shared a bathroom with you for years so he already knows your size, your flow throughout it, all of it.

Since you were now cuddling Han, Changbin is now free. Knowing he had a few things to do he grabbed his overnight bag and opened it. Grabbing his shower gel, toothbrush, change of clothes and his razor. Bin hasn’t ever been more excited to shower and shave. He hasn’t done things like that since the morning of when it happened.

He headed to the shower and set up. As he undressed his mind was blank. He was focused on getting you what you need and coming back as quickly as possible. Bin was in the shower for a while, letting it seep into his bones. He could feel the sensation start in his throat. The recognizable tightness in his throat, his heart heavier than the previous time he had this urge. His breathing ragged, he wondered what he could’ve done differently, he didn’t want to lose you. Logically, he knew he wouldn't. But would you hold it against him for not saying anything about what he was feeling about the marriage? Would you hate him? He could hear you laugh and see your smile as his chest tightened. He saw all of the looks on your face that night and the pain that he tried to quell. He tried to remind himself that this isn’t his fault. He couldn’t hold it in anymore as he let the sobs rack his body silently. He focused on the sound of the water hitting all around him in the shower.

After letting some of it out. He looked up, letting the water rain down on him. It allowed him to breathe. He felt better after he finished his shower. As soon as he looked in the mirror on the wall just above the sink he realized something. Changbin hasn’t looked in a mirror in days. His eyes always focused on you. He wiped the steam away as he saw himself. His face dusted with the beginnings of a 5 o’clock shadow, his hair wet and already looking a little curly. He also noticed the slightest bags under his eyes, which didn’t surprise him. He reminisced at how obsessed you were over his curls.

You yourself helped him with his hair routine when you noticed how crunchy the curls were. You ran to the store to get all the necessary hair products and you taught him how to relax the curls and not fight them. He looked at the products laid out in front of him smiling. After he styled his hair he headed out.

It was maybe an hour later that the house came back to life, well relatively. Han wanted you to sleep as much as possible so he scolded whoever came in and made too much noise. It was only so long Minho could hold out though, so he decided to make Hotteok, a close to American pancake filled with sugar, walnuts, and cinnamon. For yours he put in extra things like dark chocolate, berries, and mango, for your iron count. Everyone else got the basic version. Which Han grumbled about but Minho just ignored him. As Han went to the restroom you stirred at the sounds and smells in the kitchen. You felt behind you for Han and you didn’t find him, so you reached in front of you, knowing Binnie was there, but he wasn’t.

You opened your eyes reluctantly as you got your bearings. You couldn’t really grasp that Bin could possibly be out but all you know is that your nose is still a little sensitive. For some reason you are craving Changbin’s scent. It happened a few times when you were carrying, but the urge was never this bad. You needed to smell his fresh scented cologne and the slight hint of him, the perfect combo you’d always get when you’d nestle into his neck.

You tried smelling his pillow, the scent too faint to quench your craving. You smelled the comforter and it wasn’t near enough for you. Then you saw him. You grabbed the plush and buried your face in it. It was exactly what you needed, taking a deep breath in and relaxing. You got up slowly, your body still sore. You grunted as you finally made it to your feet. You heard Minho humming in the kitchen and decided on going there.

Minho could hear the pattering of bare feet behind him. Then your sleepy voice spoke out, “MinMin?” Minho turned around and smiled softly at you, then he noticed what was in your hands.

“Beautiful? Why are you holding Gyu?” he asked as he worked on filling the pancakes.

You replied in the smallest voice, “Smells like him. Where’s Binnie?” Minho’s face softened hearing you say that. All of the boys knew that your cravings were still ongoing but it was something new that you craved smells too,well, to Minho at least. You had this problem even when you were still carrying, you would enlist Seungmin’s help. Seungmin’s scent was something you were obsessed with in the first month. Seungmin, of course being the friend he is, researched why you needed to smell him, finding that yes scents are a part of pregnancy cravings. Some days you would just ask to smell him and he had no problem coming over just for you to cuddle up to him on the couch for a few hours, unintentionally rolling around in his grip like a cat rolls in catnip. Whenever Seungmin caught you doing that he would poke fun at you, but in all honesty it was the cutest thing he’s seen.

“Changbin went out to get you some things. He should be back soon.”

“Ok… what are you making?” You asked as you tried to see what he was up to.

“Breakfast, I’m making yours with mango, berries, and dark chocolate.” He said as you smiled excitedly. You heard Han’s voice behind you, “I told you not to wake her, hyung.”

As soon as you turned around Han’s heart melted as he said, “Wh-What are you doing with Gyu, Anya??” You could tell Han was three seconds away from squealing and waking up the house officially.

You answered in a tiny voice, realizing that you probably look very cute, hugging Gyu to your chest and still in pajamas. “Gyu smells like him… Waiting for my Binnie to come home.” You buried your face into Gyu as you looked up at Hannie.

“How are you this CUTE?!” Han squealed.

Minho immediately said, “YAH keep it DOWN!”

That made you giggle uncontrollably as you sniffed Gyu. Han ran out of the kitchen and came back with his phone, “Can I take a picture? You are too cute right now.”

You nodded, and just like that the picture was taken as you rubbed your eyes with one hand, making Hannie coo at the picture. He went into the group chat (Obviously without Chris in it.)

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jinhyun · 1 year

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—drunk words.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader, it's complicated kinda relationship

word count: 8.8k (my apologies once again)

summary: there is a saying about drunk words being sober thoughts. tonight, you really wish that applies to hyunjin.

warnings: drinkingggg (alcohol lol), cursing, one mention of throwing up (no one actually throws up), sexual comments as usual, MINORS DNI!!!!

a/n: so... i can't write anything short for shit when it comes to watercolor apparently 💀 but i've been away for a good while so let me just be self indulgent for my return lmao. anywayyy, this is part 46 of watercolor, i hope you guys enjoy and please, please, pleaaaaase let me know your thoughts and come gossip with me about it, i've missed doing that :')

Hyunjin was not happy.

Although his eyes had lightened up at the sight of you the moment he spotted you in between the crowd, it did not take a genius to notice he was not his happiest right then.

And how could he? You had been gone for nearly two hours now with no other than the guy you used to have a friends with benefits dynamics going on with. Granted, Changbin was one of his best friends and he trusted him, but that did not mean he would jump up and down with excitement every time the two of you made plans together, much less if said plans involved the two of you alone, without him.

So, it was fair to say, seeing the two of you arrive together at the bar, although he had seen it coming, did only add fuel to the fire that had been growing inside him that night.

"What took you two so long?" Chan asked, and Hyunjin could only internally thank him for saving him from having to ask you that question himself.

"We just got a bit caught up" Changbin admitted, taking a seat on the empty spot in between Lix and Minho.

"Doing what?" Hyunjin couldn't stop himself from bitterly asking, eyes focused on the drink he was currently swirling in his hand.

"Talking" you answered the obvious, catching his attention as you sat beside him on the booth.

And maybe, just maybe, the way you had leaned slightly in against his body and your arm had wrapped around his bicep, the next second taking it one step further by intertwining your fingers with his very receptive ones, was enough to make him feel at ease.

"So?" your eyes moved back to your friends, not without first having given Hyunjin's hand a reassuring squeeze. "What did we miss?"

"Not much," Minho shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. "Just lots of drinking".

"That's it?" you laughed.

"Yeah, we played truth or dare for a while, so you guys missed out on some pretty spicy stuff" Han filled you in with a playful smirk.

"Oh, and Felix hyung got a girl's number" Jeongin informed with a proud yet teasing smile.

"No way!" you excitedly covered your mouth with your free hand.

"Yah, don't make it sound like an impossible occurrence now" Felix whined, earning laughs from all of you. "She just came up to me and, well…"

"Are you calling her?" Bin moved his eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner.

Felix shrugged, a small smile curving up his mouth as he stared into his cup. "Maybe…"

You and Chaeryeong squealed in excitement, not missing another second to start talking Felix into it and managing to get everyone else involved in the conversation, as everyone seemed to have a say on whether Lix should hit the stranger up or not.

Everyone but Hyunjin, you couldn't help but realise.

While all your friends went on and on about their different points, he remained quiet next to you, only listening to what they all had to say, if even that, since he looked more spaced out than anything — his mouth opening every now and then only to take a sip of his drink, as words seemed to be something he refused to let out of it.

"I'm sorry I took too long with Changbin…" you apologised when you guessed what must've been going through his head, speaking low enough for only Hyunjin to hear.

He shrugged, not finding it in him to look up at you. "You wouldn't answer my texts".

A small sigh escaped your lips. "My phone was in my bag, I wasn't paying attention to it. I should've known you'd try to contact me and keep it next to me, I'm sorry".

Hyunjin nodded, yet as expected said nothing.

Biting on your bottom lip, you reached your hand up to cup his cheek and make him look at you. When he didn't protest and his face was now only a couple of centimeters from yours, you pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

"I'm really sorry, Jinnie" you apologised once more, this time looking into his already softening eyes. "I promise nothing happened, we were just talking while having dinner and got a bit too caught up in the conversation. It won't happen again, hm?"

You could tell he was not entirely convinced yet, but the small nod and the weak smile he gave you was enough for you to start smothering him with kisses all over his face.

You managed to get a giggle out of him right as your eager lips had been pressed under his chin and reached down to his neck, being stopped by his hand cupping your cheek and guiding you back up, right onto his lips.

It didn't take you long to react and wrap an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss by simply touching his bottom lip with your tongue — that being all he needed to gently pull at your hair and have you tilt your head back, so he could slide his tongue into your mouth and softly meet yours.

"You guys go get a room" Seungmin's disgusted voice had you two faintly pulling away.

"Leave them, they're cute" Cherry pouted.

He shrugged, nonchalantly bringing his cup up to his lips. "We're cuter".

"Ew, and you have the audacity to tease us?" Hyunjin called him out, smoothly resting his arm around your shoulders and letting his hand fall loosely over your chest.

"At least they're not sucking faces right in front of us" Han joined in.

"Not today, maybe" Lix mumbled, earning a glare from Seungmin.

"In Y/N's defense, she hardly ever makes out with Hyunjin hyung in public" Jeongin took your side.

"Oh no, I've seen them" Minho shut his argument down immediately.

"Can we all just agree that both couples are disgusting?" Chan proposed, getting instant affirmation from everyone but the couples in question.

"You guys are just mad that you don't get smooched every day" Chaeryeong childishly stuck her tongue out.

"Then can Y/N go smooch Hwang somewhere else since they get to do it everyday anyway?" Minho asked with a cynical smile.

"Nope," you mirrored his feigned cheerfulness, leaning into Hyunjin's chest as your hand went up to intertwine with his. "I'm asking for forgiveness here".

"Go ask for your boyfriend's forgiveness in his bedroom then" Changbin taunted.

Hearing everyone laugh, you played off the burning feeling in your cheeks with a roll of eyes. "He's not my boyfriend".

The whole table erupted in laughter once more, as they called you out on not believing shit of what had just came out of your mouth.

Everyone knew you were joking, for the lack of label in your relationship did not make any difference when it came to the way the two of you acted around each other — and that was, like an actual, established couple.

But although everyone laughed, not everyone was amused.

So you knew the moment Hyunjin's hold on your hand loosened up and his body tensed up against yours.

You weren't sure why, but suddenly it felt like you had just managed to beat an obstacle only to stumble with another one.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

A part of you wanted to believe you were overthinking. The part of you that would always overthink everything and come up with scenarios that would only make you anxious wanted to believe you were doing just that now. The sight of Hyunjin right next to you, however, told you otherwise.

You had physically felt his mood drop the moment you said he was not your boyfriend. You had felt his hand loosen up its hold on yours.

He had carried on with the conversation all of you were having like nothing had happened, laughing and joking around just like he would always do, but you could feel him distant from you. And now that some of them were at the bar and some others at the dance floor, leaving the two of you oh-so-conveniently alone at the table, not a word had been spoken.

He was avoiding eye contact. He was avoiding your touch. Playing the lack of them off by drinking and staring into the dance floor like it was the most interesting sight ever.

You were not making all of that up, you were sure.

What you couldn't fully grasp your mind around was the reason for the sudden drop in his mood. You were not lying. In fact, you were sure you two had joked around like that before and everything had been just fine. Or maybe you had been too blind to realise it had bothered him all along.

Whatever it was about your remark that had managed to touch a nerve of his this time around, you needed to find out so you could make it better.

"Are you mad at me?" you asked, leaning closer to him so you could be soft-spoken and still be heard.

"Why would I be mad?" he answered dryly as ever, no eye contact at all.

You felt your heart sink.

"Was it something I said?" you carefully asked once more.

His unamused eyes —finally— fixed on you. "You know what you said".

"I don't get why you're mad about it, though?" you mumbled, unable to find the right words. "We're not official yet…"

"I know that, Y/N," he snapped. "Trust me, I know we're not official, it's not that I'm mad about".

"Then?" you pushed it.

"Why did you have to go and remind Changbin hyung about it?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion. "I wasn't reminding him… if anything, he knows already".

"Yes, but it's just," he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. "It's the entire situation, Y/N. Like, you went to our place and stayed there with him alone—"

"I went to see you and you weren't there" you corrected him.

"But you decided to stay there with him when I asked you to come here and even offered to go get you. And then you went out to eat with him, wouldn't reply to my texts, got here way later than expected, and then proceeded to tell him I'm not your boyfriend?" he recriminated, and it finally hit you how wrong it had looked in his eyes and how upsetting the whole thing was.

Your heart sunk once more, this time over knowing you had hurt the person you loved the most, even if you had not meant it.

"Hyunjin…"

"Can you try and understand how fucking shitty that felt?"

"I know, and I'm s—"

"Like, how would you feel if I told Yerim you're not my girlfriend right in front of you".

You stayed still, that name alone being enough to feel like a bucket of ice cold water had been poured over you.

"What does she have to do with this?"

"Nothing, it's just an example".

"Why is she the first example to come to mind, then?"

"She just is," he blurted out, growing more frustrated by the second.

"So you still think about her?"

"No! That's not—it's just the closest to your situationship with Changbin".

"There is no 'situationship' between me and Changbin" you made it clear. "We're friends".

"With benefits" he bitterly remarked.

"We were friends with benefits" you corrected. "That ended as soon as you kissed me. We're friends now. Just friends. And he's one of your best friends too, we would never deliberately do anything to hurt you. It's very different to you and Yerim".

"Right, it is very different" he agreed. "Because I never actually got to fuck her".

"And you regret not doing it?" both your words and the venom they held caught him off guard.

"What?"

"The way you said it made it sound like you would've liked to actually get to fuck her" you couldn't help the small crack in your voice and the annoying gloss in your eyes. "Because if that's the case then be my guest".

"No," Hyunjin shook his head accusingly. "No, you don't get to turn this around and get all defensive and jealous, this isn't about her".

"Well, you just made it about her, Hyunjin" you backed slightly away. "And I do get to be jealous of the girl you wanted to get with so bad that you didn't want her to see you with me".

"It was once, Y/N" he pointed out. "I pushed you away once because of her and then I chose you over her every single time".

You remained quiet, staring at the table as you were unable to look him in the eye right then and let him see the tears that you were hardly holding back.

"Baby," he called you, leaning in to try and make you look at him but with no success whatsoever. "I don't regret not getting with her. Anything I ever wanted with her was gone the moment I kissed you, too. I don't want her, I only want you…"

You said nothing.

"Y/N…" he softly called you once more.

You nodded in response, still not looking up at him.

Hyunjin sighed, feeling his chest tighten painfully at the beaten up sight of you. Suddenly, you felt distant, as if you had built an invisible wall in between the two of you and he could not get through it to save his life.

"It was just an example…"

"And you brought your point across. I would feel very shitty if you ever told Yerim I'm not your girlfriend, whether you said it right in front of me or not. Happy?"

"Baby, that's not—"

"I had already realised I was at fault and was about to apologise, though, because I really do hate that I put you through that with Changbin today and I am really, really sorry about it" your eyes went up to meet his, and although they showed how genuine you were being about being sorry, they also showed just how hurt you were, all because of him. "But oh well, thank you for the eye opening scenario, I guess".

"Y/N…"

"Everything okay?" Cherry's careful voice snapped both of you out of it, bringing your eyes up to be met not only with her worried expression, but Seungmin's right next to her.

You were fast to nod, sneakily wiping a tear that was about to fall, which did not go unnoticed by Hyunjin. Not sparing him another glance, you stood up to go to Cherry, snatching your hand away from his grasp the second he tried to hold it and make you stay.

"I'm getting a drink, come with me?" you asked Chaeryeong.

She nodded immediately, helping you out of the booth. "Of course, let's go".

On the other hand, Seungmin stood there, eyes scanning the heartbroken expression on his friend's face as he watched you leave towards the bar.

"Do I wanna know?" he asked.

Hyunjin shook his head no in frustration, leaning his head back against the seat and shutting his eyes close as he tried to contain the tears that had just started forming in them.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

"Okay, you need to stop drinking" Seungmin stated, placing his hand on top of Hyunjin's glass before taking it away.

Hyunjin glared at him, but ultimately said nothing. Instead, he focused on you from afar.

It must've been a little over thirty minutes since you and Chaeryeong had been sitting down by the bar. He could only see your back from where he was sitting, but he felt at ease when he watched you throw your head back and let out what he could tell was a throaty laugh of yours — one of those genuine ones he loved hearing so much, even more when he was the reason for it.

At least your friend had succeeded at making you feel better after your previous argument.

He, on the other hand, had been sulking next to Seungmin for the past half an hour. Drinking his feelings away had seemed to be the way to go, and although Seungmin had initially decided to just let it slide and keep him company during his self-destructive ways, he could tell when enough was enough.

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" he questioned.

Hyunjin shrugged, leaning back against his seat. "I don't think she wants to hear me out right now".

Seungmin sighed. "What even happened for it to get that bad so fast?"

"I brought Yerim up".

Seungmin blinked in disbelief, feeling astounded to say the least. "What could possibly have happened for you to bring her of all people up".

"I'm an idiot," Hyunjin lamented, reaching for the drink Min had previously taken from him and downing it in one go. "That's what happened".

"And all of this because she got here later than she said she would?"

"No, it's not…" a heavy sigh escaped his lips. "It's much more than that. Mainly about her and Changbin hyung".

"They're just friends, Hyunjin".

"Now they are," he nodded, not being able to let go of their past together. "I just hated that they were alone for so long tonight, and that she felt the need to make it clear I'm not her boyfriend to him".

"So that's what this is about," Seungmin sighed, finally understanding the core of your argument. "You do realise she was just joking, right? Like, we all laughed because it was just that obvious".

"Was it?"

"Come on, man" he nudged him. "Even if you guys are not official, you two are exclusive. Do labels really matter when you both know you're together and serious about each other?"

Hyunjin stayed silent for a moment, trying to process his friend's words.

"We never established we're exclusive…"

"It's Y/N we're talking about" Seungmin reminded him. "She was faithful as hell to you even before you even made a move on her, why would it be any different now that you actually are head over heels for her? And you haven't even looked at someone else all this time, so…" he shrugged. "Some things are just unspoken, it doesn't mean they aren't there".

"I just… got insecure".

"More like jealous" Seungmin mumbled.

Hyunjin smiled weakly. "Insecure, genuinely. Sure, I tend to always get jealous, and I admit there was a bit of jealousy in there, too, but… I just got so fucking insecure when she corrected him, because yeah, she was faithful to me before and whatnot but Changbin hyung was the one exemption to it, and at the end of the day she's the one who gets to make the call and she can realise she'd rather be with someone else and choose Bin hyung over me any time".

"What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly that" he shrugged. "I'm in this kind of trial, trying to prove to her that I'm serious about my feelings for her, and I… if it were up to me we would already be official as hell, but she's the one who gets to decide that, and until then I'm just… hand tied".

"I don't think you are, though?" Seungmin's words got Hyunjin tilting his head in confusion. "I mean… you guys are an actual couple by now, you're pretty much only missing the labels, and I'm sure Y/N would say yes in a heartbeat if you asked her to be your girlfriend".

Hyunjin sighed, nervously biting his lip as he looked in your direction once again.

Maybe you would've before. After your argument, however, he was not so sure anymore.

He just kept fucking up over and over when it came to you, and he was scared all the progress the two of you had made so far, all the proof he had given you when it came to showing you he was serious about you this time, would come crashing down just because of this one slip up of his.

He should've kept quiet. Fuck, he should've shut his mouth the moment you had open yours to apologise. Everything would be so much different now if he learned to just not say the first thing that comes to mind without thinking about it first.

Then again, he had never been good at expressing himself, that you knew very well. Especially when it came to this kind of moments when he felt put on the spot.

He wished he could just turn back time and shut his fucking mouth.

Seeing Seungmin take the bottle of soju away from the corner of his eye, he gave up on both talking and drinking altogether, folding his arms over the table and resting his head on them, as he could feel all the alcohol he had drunk finally begin to hit.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

Hyunjin didn't know how long it had been. Maybe twenty minutes, maybe ten. Maybe an hour, or even five minutes? All he knew was that he had passed out for a bit.

He didn't even know if his friends were around anymore or if Seungmin was still by his side, as he could not hear anyone near him. Well, anyone he knew, for the various unknown voices chatting —if not yelling— over the loud music around the bar were already invading his ears from all over.

Stretching out over the table after a good minute and almost knocking down a glass of soju, he finally sat back up. Much to his surprise, nearly all your friends were back at the table. Everyone but Cherry, as she kept chatting with you by the bar.

"Good morning there" Chan greeted with a teasing smile, having the rest join in in a second.

God, he knew he would never hear the end of it now.

"Good morning," he joined them, cynically. "How long was I out for?"

"Like fifteen minutes?" Han answered. "I don't know, I just got here like five minutes ago but I saw you sleeping from the dance floor".

"Yeah, fifteen minutes is a good guess," Minho laughed under his breath. He was probably the one enjoying this the most. "Right, Seungmin?"

All eyes on Min, they were met with his rather distraught expression staring intently at the bar.

"Seungmin?" Minho pushed it.

"Huh?" he snapped out of it.

"How long was Hwang out for? You were with him the entire time".

"Like two bottles" he answered incoherently as his eyes travelled back to the bar.

Chan snorted. "That's not what we were asking but holy fuck, Hyunjin".

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, later focusing them on Seungmin by his side. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah, I just…" his eyes squinted. "Who are…"

As if on cue, everyone followed his stare. And suddenly, Hyunjin knew exactly why his friend felt so distraught.

You and Cherry seemed to have company, and not precisely the kind of it he was okay with. Two guys around your age he had never seen before in his life, who were getting way too close to you, were most definitely not the kind of company he ever wanted for you. Especially not the one dude who was coming awfully near your ear to try and properly speak to you.

"Aw, just like the old days" Minho pretended to wipe a nostalgic tear, earning himself a snort from Han and a small shove from Jeongin next to him.

"Hell no" Seungmin mumbled under his breath, not letting another second go by before rushing towards Chaeryeong.

That was what Hyunjin wanted. To be able to just go up there, grab you and make sure that any other guy knew you were his. For every single person in the world to know you were with him.

Instead, he sat there — watching from afar how Seungmin reached Cherry's side and pulled her to him, glaring at the stranger that had tried to hit on her and telling him something Hyunjin could not quite decipher yet could perfectly guess what it was. Something along the lines of 'she's taken', of course.

Exactly what he wanted to be able to do with you.

He could've sworn Seungmin had told the guy who was trying to hit on you off, too, and although it was not quite enough to make him feel at ease, he did feel thankful to his friend.

Boyfriend or not, there was only so much he could take, however. So, when the very same guy who had invaded your personal space did not seem to care about Seungmin's words nor about your polite rejection —as he could tell by the way you had taken a step back from him and awkwardly motioned with your hands for him to take a hint—, Hyunjin found himself standing up from his spot and sprinting towards you.

"What's going on here?" he asked, towering over you the moment he reached your side.

"Um, n-nothing," your words sounded just as nervous as you looked, eyeing Hyunjin up before you focused on the stranger in front. "This is—"

"I really don't care who he is" Hyunjin shut you down, eyes glaring at the guy. "Back off".

"Now why would I do that?" the man —whose name you had learned to be Junghee a minute ago when he tried to buy you a drink—, replied rather smugly.

"Hyunjin…" you grabbed his hand, stopping him right as you felt him move forward.

"She's clearly not interested, leave her alone".

"Why don't you let her speak for herself then?"

Hyunjin turned around to look at you, silently demanding for an answer, yet simultaneously begging you with his eyes alone not to challenge him this time around — not to do anything that would hurt him any further.

He should know better by now, though. Because although you looked taken aback and anxious even, your eyes were on him. Only him. Not once during all those seconds the two of them had been expecting an answer from you had you merely even glanced anywhere but him.

And that was enough to let him know what you wanted, if not who you wanted.

"She's taken," Hyunjin spat after having turned back around. "Back off".

"That's what that other dude said, but—"

"Dude, I'm her boyfriend. Now go".

Raising both arms in defeat, not without first eyeing you up and down in a way that could easily have earned a punch from Hyunjin, he backed away for once and for all.

Hyunjin shook his head in both disbelief and annoyance, making sure the dickhead actually left before turning around to lock eyes with your cold ones.

"You're not my boyf—" you fell quiet the moment he cornered you against the bar and firmly placed his hand on your nape.

"To some random dude who's trying to make a move on you, yes I am".

You didn't have time to protest, for his mouth on yours had prevented you from doing so before you even had the chance.

Not like you wanted to protest to begin with, as his lips trapping your bottom one in them and sucking on it the way you loved it was all you had needed that night after your fight.

For him to reassure you once again that he was serious about you was everything you needed and more.

You grabbed him by the collar at the same time you wrapped one arm around his neck, feeling like you would die if you didn't have him the closest you could right then. Thankfully, Hyunjin seemed to get the memo, bringing his hands dangerously down to the lowest of your back so he could pull you to him and get rid of every possible centimeter that was left between your bodies.

Somehow backing you up harder against the bar and making sure your bodies wouldn't lose the closeness he had put in between them, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, smiling into the kiss after you had massaged his tongue with yours.

"You don't get to let other guys hit on you just because of a stupid argument we had" he mumbled against your lips, getting a soft hum out of you when he pulled at your bottom one.

"I wasn't…" you whispered.

"No?" he pulled away for a second. "Is that why you were about to introduce me to him like it was nothing?"

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. "I panicked, I didn't know what to say".

"Mhm… that better be it" he trapped your lip in his once more. "Because you're mine".

"I'm n—"

"Shhh…" he hushed you with a kiss, making you smile against his mouth. "You are".

"You're an idiot," you chuckled, endearingly looking up at him and gently cupping his cheek. "And you're drunk".

"M—not," he whined, more cutely to your ears than he had intended.

"You sure?" you teased, holding his face now with both hands as he rested his forehead on yours. "You do taste quite drunk to me".

He laughed under his breath, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he leaned down to rest his forehead on your shoulder — arms wrapping tightly around you as he tiredly nuzzled the crook of your neck.

"I may or may not have drunk my feelings away" he admitted.

"And the alcohol is finally starting to hit?"

He nodded, a quite heavy sigh of his tickling your neck.

"You wanna leave?" you asked, gently running a hand up and down his back.

Another silent nod was his answer. "Yeah, just wanna be with you right now…"

You smiled blissfully, planting a small kiss on his temple before your hand held his. "Okay then, let's go tell the rest we're dipping".

One look at your table was all it took for you to realise the two of you had been the main attraction back there. You didn't even notice the moment Chae and Seungmin had left your side and gone back to sit down with the rest, yet there they were, shamelessly gossipping together as they watched you walk towards the table.

The closer you got, the clearer you saw their teasing smiles — and the more you wanted to just turn around and get out of there with Hyunjin already.

"Glad to see you guys are on good terms again" Han teased as soon as you reached the table, motioning with his head towards your intertwined fingers.

"Didn't really appreciate the sight of you two exchanging saliva again, though" Minho pointed out.

"No one told you to look" Hyunjin shrugged.

Minho scoffed. "You were all up in our business, how could we not?"

"As if you weren't shoving your tongue down that one girl's throat minutes ago" you bit back, getting nothing but a proud smirk from him. "Anyway, we're leaving now, so…"

"Are you guys going to Hyunjin's dorm?" Jeongin asked.

"Mhm…" you nodded.

"You're staying there?" Cherry wondered.

You shook your head no. "I'm just d—"

"You're not?" Hyunjin asked in a pout.

You laughed under your breath. "I mean…"

"You guys can always figure that out later, but can I leave with you?" Innie drew your attention. "I'm tired and my dorm is on the way, we could split a taxi".

"That sounds great" you agreed. "Let's go then".

"If that's the case, I'm going with you guys, too" Changbin stood up as well, walking up to you right as Jeongin did.

"Why?" Hyunjin's eyebrows furrowed.

"Because you will probably pass out in the car and there is no way Y/N will be able to drag your drunk ass all the way up to our floor alone".

Hyunjin shrugged, pulling you closer to him by the waist. "Whatever, but Jeongin is sitting with us in the backseat".

Rolling his eyes in amusement, Changbin agreed to his friend's conditions. Maybe you had already been forgiven, but he was clearly not on the clear just yet for having kept you from him earlier that night.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

The ride home had been easier than you had initially thought, mainly because Hyunjin passed out on your shoulder the second you got in the taxi, and just like that he was no longer able to glare at Changbin like he had done right before getting in the car, even though his wishes of having Jeongin join the two of you on the backseat had been complied with.

He had also been able to walk up the stairs just fine — a bit slow, but just fine. Although he did trip once when there was only one floor left to theirs, and if it weren't for Changbin, who was walking behind the two of you just to make sure, then probably the story would've been very different.

All in all, it had not been that bad. Hyunjin wasn't wasted, to be fair, but all the alcohol he had drunk during that one moment of sulkiness had hit the hardest in the span of his confrontation with the pushy guy at the bar and the ride home.

By the time the three of you reached his room, he didn't think twice before letting go of your grasp around his waist and slumping down face first on his bed — a muffled whine reaching your ears and earning a smile from you that had Changbin shaking his head in disbelief over how head over heels you were for his friend.

"Well, seems like my job here is done, so…"

Reluctantly taking your eyes away from your passed out beloved on his bed, you turned around to look at Bin. "Thanks for coming with us," you smiled. "The trip up the stairs could've been hell if you weren't here".

He chuckled, taking a step towards you. "Yeah, to be honest he wasn't that bad tonight. There have been times when Seungmin and I have feared for our lives trying to drag him up those stairs".

You rolled your eyes in amusement. "I've heard the same kind of stories but with you being the one that has to be dragged upstairs".

"Now who was the snitch" he playfully squared up.

"You guys literally all snitch on each other" you laughed.

Hyunjin unconsciously tossed in bed, making both your heads snap in his direction, and as if on cue, both your stares turned softer — the mood suddenly dropping.

"He was really upset tonight…" Changbin was the first one to bring the topic up.

"Yeah…" you mumbled, intently staring at Hyunjin sleeping. "Maybe we shouldn't…"

"Hang out alone anymore?" he finished with an obvious tone.

You nodded, slowly. "At least until things are more clear between us and he feels okay with it".

"You mean until you guys put a label to what very clearly already is an official relationship" he smirked.

"Stop…" you lowered your head to try and hide the shy smile that had just curved up your lips. "Things are still a bit messy between us… and I hated knowing that I hurt him today and I would hate to hurt him again" a small sigh abandoned your mouth as you looked up to him. "I really love him, Binnie".

"I know you do," he smiled, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Let's just hang out while the others are around from now on".

"Yeah, let's do that" you agreed with a smile.

"Does this count as hanging out alone when Hyunjin is passed out in front of us?"

You couldn't help a throaty laugh from escaping your mouth, finding yourself having to cover it with one hand not to risk waking Hyunjin up, which seemed to be highly unlikely yet never impossible.

"You're staying the night?" he changed the topic, still not being able to erase the smile that had formed on his face over your laughter.

You shook your head no. "I'm just staying with him for a bit".

He snorted. "That's just calling to fall asleep on the floor next to him".

"I just want to make sure he stays sleeping on his side in case he throws up".

"Ew, I knew you were in love as hell but not to the point of being willing to clean his puke up".

"Shut up," you squinted your eyes at him, causing him to hold both hands up as he backed towards the door.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it now. I believe his pyjamas are in the second drawer," he motioned. "Although I guess he could sleep in his underwear alone, I don't know".

"What?"

"You're changing him, aren't you?" Changbin raised a questioning eyebrow.

"No, you change him".

He scoffed. "You're the one dating him, that's your problem now".

"But you're a boy..."

"What are we, twelve?" he laughed. "Don't act like you've never seen him naked before".

"Okay first, you don't know that" you pointed an accusing finger at him. "And second, he's drunk".

"So?"

"I don't want to overstep…"

"Trust me, he won't be mad that you changed him to sleep" he smirked.

"Changbinnnn," you begged in a whine.

"Ugh, okay" he gave in, realising there was no changing your mind. "Just go wait outside. And when he gets mad at me for changing his clothes, I'm throwing you under the bus".

"I'll take the risk" you laughed.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

Pulling down the white oversized t-shirt of Hyunjin's that Changbin had given you after having successfully convinced you to spend the night before he could leave to his room for once and for all, you couldn't help but feel all giddy. You hadn't worn them many times, maybe one or two, but still, you could never grow used to wearing Hyunjin's clothes. And a part of you couldn't help but not feel like ever giving it back.

The way it had his particular scent you loved so much all over, the way it was long enough to cover just a little under your thighs, the way it felt almost like being in his arms, the way it was his.

Snapping out of it when you heard a heavy sigh coming from the bed, you were met with the cutest sight of Hyunjin tucked into it. Changbin had gone through the trouble, since he knew for a fact you would have a hard time trying to tuck him in if not.

The sheets were pulled up to his chin, in a way you could only see his uncovered face as he laid on his back and how the covers moved slowly up and down with each breath he took.

His eyes remained closed and his breathing calm. You couldn't help but feel bad for the hangover you knew he was waking up with the next morning, although that itself wasn't enough to erase the smile from off your face as you stared at him.

It was ridiculous how soft you were for him, not to say weak. You were so mad earlier that night, so hurt that he had brought up the one girl you were insecure about when it came to his past, that you thought the two of you would go your different ways that night and take a couple of days to make up.

But then there he was, telling a random guy who was trying to hit on you to back off and calling himself your boyfriend, kissing you like you were the only people in the bar, and that was all it took for you to feel at ease again — for you to know you would be alright regardless of the pending conversation you still needed to have.

Physically shaking your head as you were unable to mentally shake off his voice repeating the word 'boyfriend' over and over, causing your heart to soar with every memory of it, you went up to his drawer by the bed.

You took out the face wipes you knew he kept in there and went to the mirror next to it so you could take off your makeup. This wasn't your ideal night routine, but it would have to do for tonight.

"Mm…" Hyunjin's tired voice had your head snapping in his direction, only to be met with his visibly heavy eyes staring at you. "Sexy".

You snorted, feeling your face burn yet refusing to show how flustered you were over his sudden comment. Instead, you shook your head in amusement and threw the wipe into the small trash bin under his desk before you took a clean one out of the package.

"You're awake" you pointed out the obvious, sitting down by the edge of the bed.

"Yeah…" he sighed, eyes unconsciously closing for a moment there. "You looked too good for me not to wake up".

"That makes absolutely no sense" you laughed, leaning in to pull the covers slightly down to his chest.

"Yes, it does" he fought back, grimacing when the cold wipe came in contact with his face yet not protesting as you gently cleaned him up. "You should wear my clothes more often".

"I will take you up on that offer" you smiled, pressing a brief kiss to his forehead before going to throw the used wipe in the bin, too. "I'm borrowing a pair of sweatpants to sleep in".

"Noo, come here," he protested, stretching his arms out of the covers for you to go over there. "I meant you should wear my t-shirts with nothing else more often".

"Oh? You like the sight, Hwang Hyunjin?"

"You know I do" his eyes squinted accusingly.

"And what if I wanna go to the bathroom or the kitchen?" you taunted, folding your arms over your chest.

"If the guys are here then you put a pair of sweatpants on before leaving my room" his dead serious semblance got you grinning. "If we're alone, then it doesn't matter".

"Gatekeeping, I see" you came closer to the bed, enough for him to reach his hand out and grab your wrist.

"Of course," he proudly stated, pulling you down onto the bed with him — his hand resting against your back to pull you closer, later travelling down to the back of your thigh and guiding it over his waistline. "Only I get to see your pretty thighs like this".

This time, you could not hide the prominent heat in your cheeks, having to look down for a second to try and collect yourself, only to be met with his fingers holding your chin up and his lips pressing softly on yours.

Although it had begun tenderly, almost innocently, it was only a matter of seconds before Hyunjin's tongue was opening its way into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine as your hand went to his nape and your fingers were entangled in his brown locks.

It wasn't until his fingertips traced their way up from your thigh to your hip and his hand dug inside the t-shirt of his you were wearing, reaching dangerously close to the curve of your breasts, that you pulled away.

"So you're a horny drunk…" you smirked, almost as if having found his weakness. "Should've seen it coming".

"I always wanna touch you" he pouted.

"Something tells me it's different this time" you let out a breathy laugh, holding his wrist and gently removing it from underneath your top. "So I'm stopping you before we get too caught up".

"But I need you…" he whined, burying his face in your chest.

"You're literally half asleep, what would you be able to do anyway?"

"Don't underestimate me, baby girl".

You felt him smile against your chest in response to the small laugh that had just escaped your throat at his threatening words.

Considering your little banter to be done with after his last statement, Hyunjin's arms snaked around your waist and pulled you somewhat closer to him — as close as the covers in between the two of you allowed him to.

"You okay?" you whispered when you felt him take a heavy breath, tenderly running your fingers through his hair.

"Everything's spinning" he managed to let out as he exhaled.

You chuckled, pressing your lips down on the crown of his head. "That's what happens when you down two bottles of soju in half an hour".

He pouted. "I was… feeling very shitty…"

Your heart hurt at his words, and you were met with his heavy-looking chocolate eyes after he had pulled slightly away from your chest.

Silence filled the room for a minute, words somehow not being needed as you quietly looked at each other.

Wetting his lips, he reached a hand up to cup your cheek, drawing small circles on it with his thumb and smiling when your hand reached up to do the same with his wrist.

"I'm sorry about what I said," he apologised. "I shouldn't have brought Y—"

"I really don't wanna talk about her anymore" you softly cut him off.

He nodded, tenderly grabbing your hand in his and caressing the back of it with his thumb. "I'm really sorry, baby… I never wanted to hurt you".

"Hey, it's okay" you hushed him. "I never wanted to hurt you either. I'm sorry too, Jinnie".

He smiled, tiredly yet ever so blissfully — eyes closing once again right as he brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a sweet kiss to it.

"I only want you. All to myself. No one else".

"You don't want me with anyone else or you don't want anyone else but me?" you couldn't help but tease.

"Both," his confident tone got a giggle out of you. "But you're the one who gets to decide whether you want to be with me for real now and I just keep fucking up an—"

"Baby…" you called him softly as ever, lovingly running your thumb over his bottom lip and managing to make him open his eyes once more. "You haven't even fucked up".

"I just did tonight, though…"

"Not in a way that will stop me from wanting to be with you" you reassured him with a smile.

"You promise?" he whispered.

You nodded, answering his question by briefly pressing your lips against his. "Remember what I told you the morning after we got together?"

"You told me many things that morning" he smirked, causing you to roll your eyes in amusement.

"About not feeling like you have to watch your every move around me" you reminded him. "I said that as long as y—"

"I don't go to someone else or start feeling trapped again we would be alright…" he completed for you.

"And you haven't done any of those, have you?"

"No, of course not" he sounded almost offended by that question. "If anything you might start feeling trapped with how clingy I got".

A throaty laugh escaped your mouth at that, snuggling closer to him and feeling your heart melt when his hand was naturally placed on the curve of your waist.

Fuck, you loved him.

"What are you saying, I love clingy" you admitted. "And since you haven't done any of those two things I don't really consider that you've fucked up… couples argue here and there, it's okay".

"Are you saying we're a couple now?" he smiled.

You bit your bottom lip, looking away from his eyes as you were at a loss of words and felt your face burn under his stare.

"Go to sleep, Jinnie".

"You haven't answered my question".

"You're drunk" you pointed out. "We'll talk about this some other time".

Hyunjin pouted, but ultimately decided to let it go. "You're staying the night?"

You nodded. "How else am I supposed to take care of your drunken ass tonight?"

"That is very girlfriend of you" he smirked.

You couldn't help the giggle that had just ran past your lips, just like you couldn't help the backflip your heart had just done. "You're going to regret this so much in the morning".

"I won't" he stood his ground.

"We'll see about that tomorrow" you chuckled. "Now go to sleep".

"At least get in here with me," he tugged at the covers for you to get inside. "You're practically naked, don't want my baby to catch a cold".

"Shut up," you laughed under your breath, embarrassed, yet complied with his wishes.

Helping him pull the sheets up, you got inside them with him, who wasted no time to tuck you in with him and tightly engulf you in his arms.

You sighed contentedly when your face rested on his chest, throwing a leg over his waist.

"Better?" he asked.

"Mhm…" your body snuggled closer to him. "This was very boyfriend of you" you couldn't help but tease.

Feeling him smile against the crown of your head, you were greatly surprised by his long fingers pushing your chin up to be met with his plump lips.

"That's what you should've told that one idiot that was hitting on you".

"And who says I didn't?"

He pulled back from your mouth, staring at you with wide eyes as he tried to process the words that had just come out of it. "Y-You did?"

You nodded, quite amusedly.

"You told him I was your boyfriend?"

"Well, I told him I had a boyfriend. He didn't know who you were, so…" you laughed at his cute expression right then.

"And even then he still wouldn't back off?" he scoffed. "God, I should've punched him".

An amused giggle escaped your mouth. "It's fine, I was actually about to just walk away when you got there" you confessed, tenderly running your thumb up and down the corner of his mouth. "You really underestimate how bad I don't want to be hit on by anyone but you, Hwang Hyunjin".

The smile that had just curved up his lips right then could easily be one of your favourites he'd ever given you. There was something about his crescent moon eyes and his dimples that had your heart soaring.

You didn't get to stare at it for long, though, for those same lips that were holding the most beautiful smile you had ever seen were soon to be pressed on yours, somehow managing to show you everything he felt for you yet did not have the right words to express.

Feeling his hot breath tickle your wet lips after the lack of oxygen had broken you apart, you found yourself smiling against his mouth, pecking it ever so lightly and having him do the same the next second.

"Be my girlfriend?" he whispered against your mouth.

Your eyes opened wide, and you were sure they looked elated as ever — for you were elated as ever.

You could scream. You could cry. You could laugh. Everything at once as you were hit by the one question you had at some point believed Hyunjin would never let himself ask you.

You could do so many things right then as you stared into his tired yet genuine eyes, and your heart screamed for you to answer with the 'yes' that had gotten stuck at the back of your throat the second his question reached your ears.

At last, though, you let the rational part of you win for once.

Leaning in to steal a soft, lingering kiss from his cloudlike lips, you looked up at him with a small smile. "Ask me again when you're sober".

Letting out a breathy, defeated laugh, he rested his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes. "Will you say yes?"

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "Go to sleep, baby".

Although not entirely satisfied with your answer, he gave it up for once and for all, pulling you back to his chest as he closed his eyes and found comfort in the way your limbs were loosely wrapped around him. You were lucky the alcohol kept dragging him into a slumber, otherwise you would not have heard the end of it until you gave him a proper answer.

In less than a minute, he was fast asleep all over again.

You, on the other hand, were left wide awake while almost inaudible snores abandoned his lips every few seconds — unable to conceal your sleep as everything that happened that night kept replaying in your mind over and over. More precisely, images of your last conversation right before he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

With your heart pumping hard against your chest to the point you were scared it would wake him up, you could only wish he would not change his mind once he woke up. That if he even remembered everything that had left his mouth that night.

Wide awake, you were left thinking of every possible outcome following this night.

Whatever happened, though, drunk words were sober thoughts, and although conflicted over the circumstances they had been spoken on, you could not help the overwhelming happiness taking over your mind and body now that you knew Hwang Hyunjin wanted to make things official with you.

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doitforbangchan · 2 months

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I just finished reading abanb and I’m in awe!! You’re writing never fails to impress 😭

Also, when I finished it, I couldn’t help but think about an angsty alt ending where baby might not have made it and the boy’s reaction to their omega passing.. any thoughts 👀

oooof nonnie this is a dark thought… but since you asked i have thought about it 😢 this is not story canon buuttttttttt

chans whole world would crumble. his literally soulmate died and so for him there is nothing left. all he has left within him would be misery and anger. fuck he’s so angry. the most devastatingly angry he has ever been and will ever be. he goes on a murder spree, taking on every single person who had a hand in it- wether directly or otherwise.

minhos mind would would start to slip. he could vividly remember each moment leading up to omegas passing and it becomes too much for him to handle. he let down his pack- his family. he can’t take care of a pack if he can’t even protect his omega so there is nothing left for him and he would abandon them.

binnie would feel personally responsible. he feels like it was him who brought the threat right to their doorstep. he would become cold and detached; never cracking a joke again. he stops eating and lets his body whither away until someone has to step in.

oh jinnie, he self isolates hard. he never comes out of his room except when everyone is either gone or asleep. he doesn’t talk or make a sound, but when he’s holed up in his room he is screaming and crying and thrashing and just breaking everything. he tears up every piece of art he’s ever created, damming them for being a product of his emotions. this goes on for months

my sweet jisung has nightmares so excruciating he can’t sleep even with a light on. he spends all his days sitting on the porch, always with tears streaming down his face. some days they are silent and others they are violent sobs that wrack his body. he sits there and stares off down the road that leads to the house- praying for a miracle that she would suddenly come strolling up the path like she did the very first time he saw her.

felix never bakes again. he finds no joy in it anymore. he finds no joy in anything anymore. he cuts all of his hair off, buzzes it clean off until it grows out to his natural dark color. he is no longer the sunshine that omega used to call him, now he’s only a gloomy storm. lix cries himself to sleep every night

seungmin becomes detached- mean and deviant. he’s testy with everyone, picking fights both with the pack and strangers alike. he doesn’t give a shit about any body. he feels nothing but rage and anger and he takes it out wherever he can just to feel something. he acts like he’s unbothered, stone faced as a front. but no one knows that he can’t even look at himself in the mirror or he’ll break down into earth shattering sadness, for he can’t bear the sight of the claiming mark that remains engraved on his skin

innie tries to forget about omega. he instead drinks away his sorrows and lends his body to anyone with a pulse, fucking his way through this town and the next. no matter who is under him though he always imagines it’s omega, that she’s still here with him. that’s why he drinks, the alcohol makes all the faces blur together so he sees no one

needless to say none of them ever move on or love again. omega was the love of their lives and they will never forget or forgive the ones who took her

ngl writing this made me tear up. i can’t imagine a world where they all aren’t together forever like they’re meant to be 😢

thank you for the ask ❤️

-🍯

#abanb #stray kids #🍯 answers #angst #so so sad #not canon

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svtellify · 11 months

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skzflix analysis

crossposted from my twitter

in order to understand the events of skzflix, first, take note of the universes: - original universe: on track → b me → winter falls → oh - dream universe: the view - skzflix universe: skzflix

in the original universe, minlix are siblings. hyunho meet during the making of the film in on track, and they like each other, but they don't really get together. b me is their fight and winter falls is the fallout of the fight. in mixtape oh, the seasons have come full circle ⎯everyone is graduating and hyunho are almost ready to reconcile (the note in the art studio), though we don't see them get back together again. instead, lix wishes for things to turn out okay and that's where we get the beginnings of the dream universe - the view.

the view is lix's ideal world, a universe where dreams come true. they're all friends again, coming together after taking sides during the hyunho fight and everything is okay. but it's just the dream of a wish come true. instead, lix's wish in the view is what grants him the ability to transverse universes. his dream leads him to the skzflix verse. however, since his wish in the original universe was tied to hyunho in some way, they're both connected to him (and to each other) even in the skzflix verse.

the signs of an alternate universe are right there too: original universe pairings were seungchan (chan listening to seungmin's song), binsung (missing each other on the bus), hyunho (the art studio), and jeonglix (the milk). the shift in the skzflix verse is subtle, but the pairings give it away: seunsung (director and writer), and hyunjin stealing the milk from jeongin instead (likely because he's starting to remember the original verse too)

minho's close connection to lix is why he's the first to notice something is up, and also bc of the car accident. he's seen with similar injuries from the car accident at the start of skzflix, suggesting that lix's wish to save them might have partially pulled him from the original verse (bc injured/vulnerable state) into the new one.

hyunjin also notices next (bc lix's wish was about the way they all chose sides/drifted apart after the hyunho b me fight.) when he sees the video of minlix. the dots only connect at the very end for him when minho runs out after everyone forgets lix, suggesting that they're either saving lix or returning to the original verse.

bonus original universe fun facts: - winter falls was in between hyunho's b me fight and their graduation in mixtape oh - skzflix looks it's set in uni bc they didn't actually make up after high school maybe

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forlix · 6 months

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

omg how fun, thank u for sending this in nonnie !!! let me see...

@astraystayyh and hyunjin would have to be some 800k ao3 slow burn about forbidden love between royal families ... the grandest and most poetic of period drama romances that persists through backstabbing and betrayal and trial after tribulation. nothing less for my artistic soulmates

the first tropes to come to mind for @rachalixie and minho are literally just. not even really tropes. established relationship. domestic fluff. slice of life. they're That Couple. nobody remembers when they weren't together. they invite me over for dinner when i've had a bad day. mom and dad

@like-a-diamondinthesky and seungmin are the EPITOME of (fake) enemies to lovers. they're the sweetest, silliest, most sinister people and i just know their dynamic would be a dream come true for each other and a nightmare for everyone else

sue is just her "eighteen" mc in my head so @soobnny and seungmin scream best friends to lovers + college au to me. seung being the best cheerleader for her while she's crazy busy :') also she flusters v easily and i think he'd get a kick out of that (ik i do)

@luvtak and felix are giving childhood friends to lovers! the sort of relationship where they know each other better than they've ever known anything; really just the safest, warmest, and kindest of affections for the safest, warmest, and kindest of people

i'm gonna cheat again and hc @sunboki and chan as a trope from august's mafia au "korea's most wanted"; augs is so creative and badass and SEXY and so is the main couple's dynamic in that fic. chan's a lucky man. DITCH HIM FOR ME 🗣️

@txtxlz and jeongin would be a multipart messy love triangle ft. jealousy and pining and so much chaos bc haz has more biases than i have fingers or toes and i love love the idea of her favorite idols going to war over her. it's what my baby deserves fr

for @2baabbies and felix, i imagine perhaps a barista au or a librarian au (hehehehe) where he finds stupid excuses to come back and pick bae's brain every day because he's utterly enraptured by her. she has that effect on people and lix would NOT be immune

@starsandrqindrops and seungmin are so fwb-coded. think suffocating chemistry every time they interact. could cut the tension with a dull machete. then inevitably complications like Feelings come into play and they dance around each other for ages before finally giving in ... mm yes all that good stuff

last but not least, @hyunnie04 and hyunjin would be so perfect for an art school!au. mira is an incredible artist so i'm picturing these two sketching each other instead of paying attention in class ,,, gallery/museum dates ,,,, maybe a sprinkle of healthy competition who knows ,,,,

#*inbox #my otps <333

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starrgaziinggg · 2 years

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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS | lee minho

PART ONE

You finally meet the man your friends Felix and Hyunjin have been blabbing about for the past couple months, and he's a royal pain in the ass.

Lee Minho is a legacy at your university. He received an honorary award when he graduated, got a position as a dancer in a company a week after receiving his diploma...and was renowned as the schools famous ice-cold fuckboy.

After coming back from a three month tour, you're introduced to him through your uni friends...and your life does a 180. It's hard enough to pass classes whilst also trying to navigate your failing relationship...but the added tension that comes with the dance prodigy you seem to be spending more and more time with?

Some would say it's too much to handle.

|Non idol AU|university AU|friends to lovers|

part one

"It's answer B."

Your brain fails to compute the sentence, instead shutting off the world again as you continue your deep sleep.

Until, that is, someone to your left elbows you in the boob.

"What the..." taking your head off of your arms you sit up straight, trying to get a better grasp of your surroundings. To your right, you see Felix looking at you with wide eyes. You look to the teacher of your lecture at the front of the class and, of course, he is staring straight back at you. You look back at your blonde haired friend, who's mouthing the letter, 'B' over and over.

"B?" You say out loud, your answer coming off as a question as your voice comes out deep from sleep.

"The correct answer, however it would have been more beneficial if Mr Lee hadn't have given the answer to you. And, for the love of god, please stop falling asleep in my classes," your professor sighs, paying his attention back to teaching the rest of the students.

"Thanks for the help, Lix," you say to him sleepily. He just gives you a warm smile back.

"Um, hello? If I didn't wake you up you'd never have given him an answer in the first place," Hyunjin says with an annoyed tone from the left of you.

"All you did was assault me, pervert," you say to him with an eye roll. He scoffs and pushes your shoulder. You pretend it's the sorest thing you've ever felt and flop over Felix, clutching your shoulder. Hyunjin just gives you his signature disgusted look before paying his attention back to the lecture.

"Why are you so tired for, anyway?" Felix asks you quietly, and Hyunjin turns to face you to listen to your answer.

"I have this stupid dance thing I need to do for this showcase one of our dance teachers signed me up for, and I have never been more uninterested in learning a dance in my entire life," you moan. "It's so mundane. It literally sends me to sleep every time I try to learn it."

"That bad huh?" Felix whispers. You widen your eyes and nod your head.

"I'll show you it later and you'll understand where I'm coming from," you reply. "It's only the second week of semester one and I've already given up."

Hyunjin, Felix and you were third years in university, the three of you studying the same dance course. You'd banded together after being paired for the group practical dance exam last December, quickly realising you were probably the three most capable dancers on your course. You'd nailed the exam, gone out for drinks to celebrate and been close friends ever since.

"We can go to the rec later today to see it, since we finish classes early today," Hyunjin says, and you nod your head. The rec was what everyone called the recreational dance studio. There were a number of studios in the arts department, including the rec (the more run down, lesser used studio), the more modern set of studios in the new dance building which were used constantly and lastly the huge, high ceilinged building that stood separately. It was where classes were taught and it was gorgeous, the interior grand and old fashioned, but you had to book to use it out with class hours.

You turned and desperately tried to focus on the lecturer. This particular lecturer, Mr Kim, seemed to sport a grudge specifically reserved for you, and it was starting to really piss you off. He'd always pick on you to give answers during class, especially when he could tell you weren't paying enough attention.

When your lecture finally ends, you pack your stuff up into your bag and follow the two boys out of the lecture hall and onto the courtyard of your university campus.

"That was the most boring hour of my life," Hyunjin complains as the three of you fall into step towards your last class of the day, practical dance.

"You say that after every non practical dance class," Felix points out, and Hyunjin just mimics him with a roll of his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

"You coming out with us tonight?" He asks you. The boys were constantly trying to get you out with their friend group, for whatever reason. You'd met some of their friends before; Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung since the three boys also attended the same university as you. There were others, though, you hadn't met. Chan, Changbin and the famous Lee Minho. He was the only one out of the group who's name you'd recognised when the boys had talked about their friends. Albeit for all the wrong reasons.

"Don't think so," you say, and the two boys groan in unison. "I have a lot to do! I don't see the two of you with a showcase to prepare for."

"That's because you're a better dancer than us," Felix says, giving you a nudge. Hyunjin removes his arm from your shoulders and goes to walk backwards, facing you.

"Speak for yourself, Lix. I could give her a run for her money," he says cockily, before returning to your side. "Anyway, you hardly ever come out with us when it's not school related. We're starting to thing you're really boring."

"Hey!"

"That's not true," Felix says, but you see Hyunjin raise an eyebrow. "We just enjoy spending time with you, and our friends are always asking when they can see you next. Lino is desperate to meet the dance prodigy friend."

"And who might that be?" You say jokingly. You'd been dancing since you could walk, and you'd been told time and time again you had an exceptional talent for the sport. You worked hard, you put in the time and effort and most of the time it paid off. "Who's Lino?"

"Don't be dim," Hyunjin says to you. "And it's Minho, Lino's his nickname."

"You know, our friend who's now a professional dancer?" Felix said and you nodded, knowing exactly who Minho was.

You finally arrived to the practical dance studio and entered, dumping your stuff and changing your shoes to a pair you felt comfortable dancing in. This was your hip-hop style class, one of your favourites, so you were just wearing joggers, a crop top and trainers.

"He's just came back home from his tour, that's why we're going out tonight - to celebrate," Felix explains, tying his blonde mullet back into a ponytail. Hyunjin does the same with his long blonde hair, having recently dyed it bleach blonde from his jet black, matching Felix. The two of them sweat profusely when they dance, so if they don't tie it up, things get messy.

"Please come," Hyunjin says once he snaps the bobble into place. You flip your head over so you can tie your own hair up, too. "It will be fun!"

"I would love to, but..." you trail off, and the two boys give each other a look, eyebrows raised.

"If this is about that boyfriend of yours being a dickhead," Hyunjin starts, but stops when Felix slaps him on the arm. "Hey! You've said it yourself; he is a dickhead!"

"Yeah, but he's her boyfriend," Felix says with a sympathetic smile. "Is it, though?"

You huff at the two boys with preying eyes, awaiting your response. "None of your business."

"It definitely is," Hyunjin says to Felix loud enough for you to hear, and you shove him gently. As dramatic as your friend is, he stumbles back, clutching his shoulder. At that moment, your dance teacher for this particular class walks in and you start stretching.

You loved the hip hop style of dance this class taught, as it was very different to the styles you'd grown up learning. Contemporary and ballet was your strong suit, but you loved to step out of your comfort zone.

The class flew by, as most of your practical classes did. It was safe to say the three of you preferred your practical classes much better than your written classes. By the end of it, you were energetic and pumped up, fuelled by dancing, whereas your two friends were sweating in a heap on the floor.

"How you're still standing is beyond me," Felix huffs, rolling so that is back is on the floor. "That was the most intense class ever."

Hyunjin fist bumps him before dramatically smacking his hand back into the floor and making a huge deal out of it when it obviously hurt.

"It was so much fun! You don't understand how much I've been wanting to dance something interesting after doing the choreo for the showcase," you say, sitting down beside your friends and pulling out your phone. Your best friend Sooyun had messaged you a couple times asking what time your classes finished and what you were doing for the rest of the day, but you'd had radio silence from your boyfriend, Doha. Typical.

"So, what's the showcase for anyway?" Felix asks, finally heaving himself up into a sitting position.

"It's some back to school thing, for the arts department in the universities in our area. I don't really know, all I know is it's prestigious, one person gets chosen from each school to compete and if I win I'll get a money reward for the uni," you explain as much as you can since you don't really know much about it. You were given the choreo from one of your dance teachers, learned it, and that's all you could do.

"Well done for getting picked," Hyunjin says, no hostility in his voice. The three of you managed to get along so well because you were genuinely happy for each others achievements. Most people on the same course would feel resentment when someone was chosen for something and they weren't, but that was never the case for the three of you. "Is it something we can come watch?"

"Well this year our university is hosting it, so you can come if you want to. It will be super boring though, just warning you," you say, but secretly it gives you a feeling of warmth that they're interested in seeing you perform. Sooyun hadn't bothered asking about watching you, and Doha said he'd probably be busy. It wasn't as if you expected them to drop everything and watch you do something mundane, however a little appreciation would be nice.

You all start packing up your things and head out the door, starting the short walk to the rec. When you reach it, you see a couple other dance students are practicing various dances or just chilling with their friends. The best thing about the rec was that it was constantly open, so students could use it whenever they needed, which came in clutch during exam time. It was almost constantly full when practical dance exams were due.

"Okay," Felix says, finding an open space and slumping down to sit against the mirrored wall. "Show us the dance."

Hyunjin takes your bag and sits beside Felix, placing your bag next to him and raising his eyebrows as if to say, 'go on.' You use your phone to put on the music your teacher had sent you and place it on the floor as you begin the dance. You had the choreography nailed, but since it was so boring, as you watched yourself dance in the mirror even you felt as though you were watching an eighty year old attempt an interesting dance.

Hyunjin and Felix watched patiently until the music stopped and you did your ending pose, not a drop of sweat on you. Felix attempted a weak smile while Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

"I understand what you mean," he said instantly, and you laughed, sitting on the floor in front of the boys. "How are you ever supposed to win?"

"Exactly! It's like she's set me up for failure," you whine, referring to your dance teacher.

"My sisters created more interesting dances for me when they were toddlers," Felix laughs, pulling you up from the floor after your dramatically lie back, ashamed of the dance you'll have to perform next week.

"Honestly? I'm super tempted to just re do the choreo. How will the judges know? It's not as if it's a set choreography or anything, this is genuinely what Ms Kwon created for me," you explain, a mischievous twinkle in your eye which both boys noticed.

"Look, I like Ms Kwon. She's a good teacher...but she cannot choreograph for shit. It's a known fact, have you not heard the other practical teachers talk shit about her?" Hyunjin comments, and Felix nods his head, turning to give Hyun a look.

"I know that look," you say quizzically. "What are you thinking?"

"If Yongbok is thinking what I'm thinking...that we spend the rest of our afternoon re-choreographing your shit dance and you win the competition," Hyunjin says confidently, looking at Felix for confirmation. Felix sends him back a wild grin, and the two boys turn to you expectantly.

You raise a skeptical eyebrow. "I dunno, Ms Kwon will kill me."

"I can tell you with full certainty that if you dance her choreo you will lose, bad. Even Minho couldn't make that dance look good," Hyun comments, and Felix nods his head. "If you get in trouble, Lix and I will take the blame. Ms Kwon adores us, she'll let it slide."

You ponder the idea. You knew you'd have a better shot at winning if you danced your own choreo, especially if Hyunjin and Felix helped you. You also knew you'd feel like an idiot dancing Ms Kwon's choreo, especially if your friends came to watch.

"You two are the world's worst influences, you know that, right?" You say in defeat, and you watch your friends high five each other.

You spend the next two hours listening to the music you'd been given and using the basis of Ms Kwon's choreo to create a new dance. Hyunjin, Felix and you have always worked really well together, and this is no different. Ideas flow out of each of you, and when you put them all together you have the basics down of a really good dance.

Your panting by the end of hour two, when Felix stops you for the day. "Let's call it there - it's already five pm and our table is booked for seven tonight," he explains, looking at you expectantly.

"Sounds good to me - we've done so much in such a short amount of time. I'm sure by next Friday you'll be more than prepared with the new choreo," Hyunjin says, picking up his bag. "You sure you don't want to come out with us tonight?"

You don't answer at first, checking your phone to see if Doha has messaged you back. Instead, the only text you've received is from your family group chat, your dad asking your mum what she was making for dinner. You roll your eyes fondly at the messages, thinking about when you'd next visit your parents since they were in Busan and you went to Uni in Seoul.

You looked up at Hyunjin as Felix went to the other side of you and you made your way out the rec. "I had asked Doha to come round tonight for movies but he's not replied to my texts since yesterday."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Fuck that guy. I mean, don't actually fuck him, like fuck him, you know what I mean? He never replies to you, he never lets you go out - I don't even know why you're with him!"

"Hyunjin!" Felix says with a shocked expression, moving his head in front of you to mouth, 'shut up.'

"Sorry, but I'm just being honest. Felix thinks the same, it's a shame that you never come out with us, and don't get me started on that evil witch you call your best friend -" Hyunjin begins ranting, until Felix cuts him off.

"Hyun, enough! She already knows what we think," he says, before grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze, turning to you. "And it's your life, don't listen to him."

"It's fine, Lix. I get why you guys are fed up with it, it's annoying that I never see you outside of uni, I know. It's just...we've been together since we were sixteen, and although things are a bit rough right now...it wasn't always like that," you explain, a sad sort of expression on your face. Felix nods understandingly.

"Please come out with us tonight," Hyunjin attempts one last time, stopping as you reach your student accommodation. You have your own room on a floor with three other people; one of whom being Seungmin, which is one of the reasons you got so close to Hyunjin and Felix out with dance this year. You laughed when you got your second-year accommodation and saw Seungmin's familiar face in the kitchen. Felix and Hyunjin are on the same floor in a building a ten-minute walk away. "Just for a bit, and then we will stop pestering you."

Felix and Hyunjin both look at you, anticipating what you'll say.

"Okay, fine," you huff, whilst the boys are almost jumping around with joy. "But when I want to go home, I'm going home, okay?"

"Fair enough!" Hyunjin almost shouts, a huge smile on his face. "Seungmin knows the place, you can walk with him. Oh my god, Minho's going to be so happy!"

Hyunjin starts skipping towards his dorm building and Felix gives you a hug, shaking his head. "He's such an idiot, but he's a persistent idiot. If you feel uncomfortable tonight I'll walk you back myself. And if your boyfriend gives you any trouble for being out with us...I'll get Chan to fight him. See you later!"

You laugh at your friend as he walks quickly towards Hyunjin. You shake your head fondly whilst using your key fob to enter your dorm building. When you get to your floor, Seungmin's in the communal kitchen/living area making ramen. You had grown close to him this year, being the only person in your dorm you knew.

You were glad you'd stuck to your guns and applied for boy/girl accommodation rather than only girls, which is what Doha tried to get you to apply to. He didn't understand why you'd ever want to live with boys, and you explained that you'd lived with only girls in first year and loathed it, and you wouldn't subject yourself to that again.

"Hey loser," Seungmin says to you with a braced smile. "You're late back."

"Long story. You know my super boring dance for the showcase competition thing?" You say, sitting on one of the high stools at the kitchen counter. Seungmin nods, stirring his ramen. "Hyunjin and Felix just helped me re-choreograph it."

"Oh, very rebellious," he says with a laugh. "But very necessary. I didn't know if you'd be out for dinner but I made extra ramen anyway, want some?"

You nod enthusiastically. "You're my favourite. Oh, also, Hyun and Lix were practically begging me to come out to the bar with you guys tonight, so I gave in. You can walk with me, right?" You ask him.

"You're actually going out with us tonight?" He says, shock evident on his features. "What's Doha saying about that?"

"Does everyone hate my boyfriend?" You say with a laugh, sensing the tone in Seungmin's voice as he says your boyfriends name. They had bumped into each other a couple times since you moved into your accommodation a couple weeks ago, and you thought they'd got on okay, but apparently not.

"It's not like I hate him, he just...I don't know. I get a weird vibe, but nothing to do with me. Anyway, yes I can walk with you. Now please go shower, cause you stink, and when you get out I'll have your ramen ready," he says, going back to stirring the noodles. Perhaps your favourite thing about Seungmin was how straightforward he was. It was one of the reasons you got on so well so quickly.

You do exactly what Seungmin says, taking a shower and washing your hair to get ready for the unexpected night ahead. You check your phone again, just incase Doha has replied, but he hasn't. Figures.

You send another message, adding onto the three you've already sent today, just explaining that you were going out with Hyunjin and Felix and their friends. You wait a couple minutes after pressing send, just to see if that sparks Doha's attention, but it doesn't, so you throw on a dressing gown and huffily go through to the kitchen.

There's two bowls of ramen sitting on the table, and of course Seungmin hasn't waited for you to start eating. You join him, digging into the food he has made for you.

"Mmm, this is great, thanks Seungmin," you say through mouthfuls of food. He nods at you appreciatively.

"So what made you decide to finally go to the bar with us?" He asks you.

"You guys are making it seem like I never spend any time with you!" You laugh. "I see you, Hyunjin and Felix literally every day, and I've been out with your group multiple times!"

"Sure, but only a couple times in the whole almost year you've known us, and you haven't even met half our friends yet," Seungmin points out, and you groan exasperatedly.

"I don't know. I just try my best to keep Doha on his good side, and he obviously doesn't like me spending all my time with guys. He prefers me hanging out with Sooyun," you explain in as best a way as possible.

"Oh, the she-witch?" Seungmin states instantly, and you roll your eyes. There was an incident at the end of last semester where Sooyun had bumped into you and Hyunjin walking around campus. She attended your university, whereas Doha attended the Uni in the next town over. She'd invited you both to go to a cafe with her, and you hadn't thought anything of it, but when you parted ways Hyunjin had told you how much he couldn't stand her the next day at dance practice.

"So first you hate my boyfriend, and now Hyunjin's made everyone hate my best friend too?" You say with a small smile, trying to stay positive. You were starting to really like Seungmin, you got on really well with Hyunjin despite your playful bickering, and you adored Felix...but every time they brought up how much they loathed your best friend and boyfriend you couldn't help but feel that horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach. These were your friends since high school, and you it honestly worried you how all your new friends seemed to dislike them.

"It's not like that. Sorry, it's really none of my business," Seungmin apologises.

"No it's fine, I get it. I guess you guys are just looking out for me."

Seungmin hums with a nod, agreeing with you. The two of you finish up eating and you take the bowls, taking them to wash them in the sink.

"Hyunjin especially. He puts on this front like he doesn't care about anyone or anything, and hides everything behind some nippy sarcastic comments, but he cares a lot more than you think," Seungmin explains. You've realised how intuitive he is, and it's so interesting to hear him talk about his friends.

"Anyway," you say, an attempt to divert the topic. "I decided to come tonight because I had plans with Doha but he's not replied to me all day. I've seen he's been active though, so I don't know what's going on, and please don't give me a lecture on how it's not a 'healthy relationship' or whatever the fuck, because I'm fully aware."

Seungmin just raised his eyebrows, drying the two bowls you've just washed and putting them in his designated cupboard.

"Sorry," you apologise. "That came off far too snippy than I intended it to."

"Don't sweat it. Just focus on looking pretty for tonight. Minho is desperate to meet you," Seungmin replies, no distaste in his tone. He seemed to understand whatever mess was going on in your head regarding your relationship situation, and you were thankful for that.

"So I've heard. Why?" You ask, walking through your hallway and stopping outside your bedroom door. Seungmin was the door opposite from you.

"Just cause he's a dancer, and the gruesome twosome haven't stopped singing your praises for the past year," Seungmin explains, and you laugh at his stupid nickname for Felix and Hyun.

You salut him, and he reciprocates the action as you disappear into your bedroom to get ready, a little ritual the two of you had started instead of saying goodbye. You spend the next hour doing your hair, makeup and picking out an outfit. After great consideration (having no idea what is bar etiquette suitable), you finally choose to wear leather jeans and a long sleeved crop top, trying to keep your outfit casual, but also making an effort. You wanted to make a good impression in-front of the people you hadn't met yet.

Seungmin knocks on your door at quarter to seven, and you come out after grabbing your bag and a jacket. You fall into step as you leave your dorm building and follow Seungmin as the two of you walk out of the campus grounds.

"So Hyunjin said you guys go to this bar often?" You say as you walk down the street.

"Yeah, pretty much every week. Now that Minho and Chan have graduated, we hardly see them since Minho's been on tour for three months and Chan works his ass off. Changbin works too, in addition to his uni course, but he still shows face a lot," Seungmin explains.

"So you guys have been friends since highschool?" You ask. Hyunjin and Felix had talked about their friend group often, but never in huge detail.

"Yeah, some of us from before then. I've known Jeongin since I was a baby, and Felix and Chris the same. We became close in high school and have kind of stayed in the same group since then," Seungmin tells you. You listen intently until Seungmin stops at the door of a cool looking bar. "This is us."

He pushes the door open and your instantly met with a group of boys sitting at a long table in the back corner of the bar. Seungmin goes before you, manoeuvring through the chaos to get to his friends. They greet him happily, and you try to put faces with names. You obviously recognise Felix and Hyun, who stand up to pull you in for a hug, and you recognise Jeongin and Jisung, but you can't remember out of the remaining three boys who's who. One, with dark hair and huge biceps, who flashes you a smile, you think must be Changbin - the music producer who spends half his life in the gym. Then, the handsome guy with a constant smile and accent, you figure must be Chan, the Australian. Then, that leaves...

You pull away from your hug with Felix as he holds your hand, something you've noticed he does a lot, to pull you so you're sitting beside him at the opposite end of the infamous Lee Minho. He was two years above you in university, and you remember all about the 'legacy', the famous dancer who was the best student the arts department had seen for years. You'd even been told by some of your lecturers you could give him a run for his money.

"So, this is your friend," Changbin starts as soon as you and Seungmin are seated. "It's nice to finally meet you in person."

"Lay off, Bin," Hyun says instantly, noticing his flirty eyes. "She's got a boyfriend."

"Shame," is all Changbin says, taking a sip of his drink. Beside him, Hyunjin gives him an elbow to the ribs.

"Seriously, we've finally got her to come out with us, don't give her a reason to never do it again," he says, glaring at his friend beside him. You laugh, waving your hand, an attempt to break the ice.

"Don't stress so much, Hyun. He's just trying to be nice," you say with a polite smile. Jeongin, who you've spoken to a couple of times before, raises an eyebrow at you.

"Ulterior motives," he says ominously, earning a laugh from everyone at the table.

"I don't think we've met before, I'm Chan," the man who you assumed was Chan says to your from a couple seats away, flashing a charming grin. You smile back, introducing yourself. "What do you guys want to drink?"

Seungmin tells Chan his drink of choice and you do the same, watching as he goes up to the bar and pays for the two drinks without a second thought.

"Is he always -" you start, aiming your question at Felix.

"Yeah, he's like the kindest person in the universe, you get used to it," he says with a grin. You nod in understanding and thank Chan when he comes back with your drink. You sip on it cautiously, beginning to settle into your friend's friend group.

"So," Changbin says, directing the conversation towards you. "You're on Hyunjin and Felix's dance course?"

You nod your head in reply, taking another sip of your drink.

"She's not just on it, she dominates it," Hyunjin says dramatically, hyping you up in front of his friends. You gaze goes straight to Minho, and you start to wonder if maybe Hyun and Lix had talked about him so much that you were subconsciously focusing on him.

"Is that so?" Minho says, speaking up for the first time. Hyunjin looks towards him and nods.

"Not even kidding. She was chosen out of the whole course for this showcase on Saturday. And she's got the highest grade in the year," Hyun carries on, and you feel your cheeks reddening at the compliments.

Minho whistles, leaning back. "Is this showcase something that can be watched?"

You almost widen your eyes at the words. This guy you've never met before wanting to watch a showcase you were in. "Yeah," you say, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. "It's at the university, Saturday night, though I assure you it will be incredibly boring -"

"I'll be there," Minho cuts you off, and you see Felix wiggle his eyebrows from beside you. Thankfully, before you can combust, Seungmin speaks up.

"I'd like to come and watch too, if I can," he says to you, and you smile knowing your friend cares enough to take an interest in you. He's met with Jeongin agreeing, and then Jisung too, and before you know it all the boys are talking about how excited they are to see you dance on Saturday.

"See," Felix whispers from beside you. "I told you they'd love you."

You nod at him with a smile, thankful that his friends were accepting of you crashing their night.

"So, how was tour, Lino?" Chan asks, looking towards Minho as he does. The group falls quiet, listening intently.

"Amazing. Honestly better than anything I could've imagined. It was fucking tough though - no breaks, just constantly on the go. I think I had maybe two days in the whole three months that I didn't have something going on," he explains. You're intrigued with his words, knowing he's a professional dancer, hired to accompany whatever dance position his company need him for. Felix explained he'd been touring with a k-pop group as a back up dancer for the last three months.

"Jisung missed you," Changbin teases. "He kept saying how he misses you living with him and how he hates us all." Jisung scoffs at this, but you don't miss the fond look Minho shoots him.

"That's stretching the truth," Jisung starts, but it's met with a laugh from almost all the boys, and you know he's lying.

"Anyway, next round on me," Minho says, and the boys whoop knowing they get a free round. "What do you all want?"

Felix offers to help Minho carry the drinks, and after you tell the two boys what you want you're left with the rest of the group, sitting beside Changbin.

"So this boyfriend of yours," Changbin starts, and Hyunjin practically punches him on the arm.

"They've been together for like four years, dumbass. Leave the poor girl alone," he says glaringly.

"I'm just kidding, calm down Hyun," Changbin laughs, before he turns to you. "Seriously, I'm kidding. I think you're lovely, but you're not my type."

"The feelings mutual," you laugh, thankful that Changbin wasn't actually hitting on you. "It's funny to see Hyunjin get so protective, anyway."

"Isn't it!" Changbin laughs, and Hyunjin sends him a disgusted look. "He pretends to be so high and mighty, but he's such a baby."

"Okay, dickhead," Hyun laughs. "I didn't invite her tonight for you to rip the piss out of me in front of her."

"Aw, Hyun, don't get mad now that your friends like me better than you," you say in a mocking tone, earning a laugh from Changbin.

"I like her," he states abruptly, and you can't help but be proud that you're fitting in well.

After Minho and Felix come back with a drink for all of you, you fall into natural conversation with everyone. You discuss Seungmin's classical music course and how he's getting on, Chan's job and whatever else intrigues you. Before you know it, you're another three drinks down and definitely starting to feel them. The boys decide to play a game of pool, hogging the pool table beside your table in the bar as soon as the last group leave. You decide to watch rather than play, checking your messages to see whether you'd had a reply yet. Radio silence.

"I see why the boys have been hiding you from me," someone says to you, jolting you out of your thoughts as you switch off your phone. Minho slides into the seat beside you, taking a sip of his drink.

"And why's that?" You say in return, turning to face the man beside you. For the first time tonight, you let yourself really look at him. He's so insanely pretty it's a joke, sharp jawline and gorgeous side profile. You have to physically snap yourself out of the trance he has you in, reminding yourself that although you and Doha are going through a rough time, he's still your boyfriend.

"You're just too perfect," he says with a smirk, and you scoff. If he's saying you're perfect, he's kidding himself. "I don't think I've ever looked as forward to watch someone perform as I am to watch you on Saturday."

"That's only because Hyun and Lix have hyped me up to you as much as they have you to me," you point out, sipping your drink. "You're not interested in the game?"

You nod over to the boys hollering around the pool table beside you and watch as Minho flashes you a smile. "Unfortunately I've been disallowed to enter into pool competitions. They get pissed off when I win."

You roll your eyes at the man's cockiness. It's as though he knows the effect he's having on you and wants to play into it as much as possible.

"So you went to our uni," you say instead, changing the topic. Minho nods. "You're a bit of a legacy on campus, you know."

Now it's Minho's turn to scoff, leaning back in his chair lazily. "For all the wrong reasons, I presume."

You laugh at this, nodding your head. "You are certainly a hot topic amongst the girls, that's for sure."

"Well, if you're ever in need of a friendly fuck, I'm your guy," he says nonchalantly, and you almost spit out your drink at his boldness.

"I'm fine, but thanks for the offer," you say with a sharp tone of voice. Who the hell does this guy think he is? It's at that point Felix falls into the seat beside you, his eyes thick with drunk as he starts to slur his words.

"He's not giving you too much of a tough time is he?" Felix smiles lazily, resting his head on your shoulder. It's late, and you know Felix can't handle his drink well, so you allow it.

"I'm being a perfect gentlemen," Minho counters with a raised brow.

"If offering to fuck is being a gentlemen, then sure," you reply, an edge in your tone, but when Minho gives you a genuine laugh, your facade drops and you join him in laughter. You still can't figure him out, but you laugh with him nonetheless, enjoying letting loose for once.

"Jesus Minho, lay off for once," Felix laughs, knowing his friend doesn't mean any harm. "Her boyfriend would beat the shit out of you if he could."

You roll your eyes, knowing the hard man act Doha puts up a lot of the time is just that - an act. Minho's demeanour would be enough to send Doha running, you thought.

"As if," Minho scoffs. You're about to reply when Seungmin walks over to you with a huff.

"Time to go, loser. I lost bad," he says with a pouty face, and you stand up, manoeuvring around Felix as you laugh at Seungmin to grab your jacket and bag to join Seungmin on the walk home.

"You're not staying until the end of the game?" Minho asks, looking towards Seungmin as his friend shakes his head.

"It will go on for hours. Hyunjin and Changbin are on the verge of physically fighting at this point," Seungmin explains, looking over to the two boys. You watch as they argue about who's turn it is and laugh, walking towards them to say your goodbyes. Hyunjin gives you a quick hug and mentions class on Monday, whearas Changbin, Jeongin, Chan and Jisung smile at you.

"It was lovely to meet you," Chan says, and you reply before turning to hug Felix goodbye.

"Thanks for coming," he says as he wraps his arms around you. "I hope they weren't too awful."

"I actually had fun," you say as you pull away from him. You turn to Minho, giving him a half smile.

"I'll see you on Saturday, I guess," you say to him, letting Seungmin help you put your arms through your jacket.

"You will indeed," he winks at you, and you roll your eyes as you walk out the bar, holding the door open for Seungmin.

"So," he says as your hit with the cold September air. "Do you hate our friends?"

"Quite the opposite," you say with a fond smile. "I'm surprised I got along with them as well as I did."

"I'm not," Seungmin said, which made you smile. "I could tell they'd like you. Even Minho spent a lot of time with you, and he's a great judge of character. Don't tell him I said that."

You laugh at your friend as you continue your walk to the dorm building.

"Thanks for walking with me," you say to him when you unlock the floor door. "I appreciate it."

He gives you a toothy grin, waving his hand. "No sweat. Just know that they will be on your ass about coming out with us again now."

You roll your eyes and for the second time today give your friend a salut, as he reciprocates the action and disappears into his bedroom.

You look at you phone and still, no text from your boyfriend. You groan at this point, seeing he has been active on social media but is apparently just choosing to ignore your messages. You knew that you'd been going through a rough patch, not seeing each other half as much as you used to, but seriously? A whole day with no reply?

You go to bed that night feeling a mixture of emotions. It was almost as if you could feel a shift in your life, as if you knew things were starting to change. For the better or worse, you didn't know. But for some reason, you were feeling ten times more anxious for next Saturday than you were before.

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DARLING. kim seungmin — 김승민

pair. bookshop owner! seungmin x f. reader | warnings. profanity, angst, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, slight exhibitionism | genre. dark academia, romance, love at first sight | word count. 8k

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a/n. this was supposed to be out for his bday, but life happened. nevertheless, hope you guys enjoy!! reblogs are great, all writers appreciate them incredibly 🤍

synopsis. it hasn’t stopped raining for weeks. as you enter his life, as you walk out of it. he just needs one chance with you.

Cold, empty—wet.

A city devoid of sun, in a constant state of mourning. Century old buildings with their Victorian architecture and smell of humidity, the eternal reconstruction that makes it impossible to enter them, a church with no door, a river without bed, a shop with nothing to sell. They might as well be part of the scenery, now and forever. Occupied space and not much else.

There had been a point in time, though, and this is the part that’s important to Seungmin. There had been a time when these grand structures held great power over people—artists, especially. Endless sketches of the fabrications can be found in the Public Library, a place he used to visit quite frequently before he opened his business. Blueprints of the interior, books about the conformation and infrastructure going on and about continually, pages creating volumes, creating noteworthiness, establishing history.

He wonders if you’ll come today.

Kim Seungmin was born in Seoul, Korea on September twenty-first to a doctor mother and architect father. He strived tirelessly for most of his childhood and adolescent life for more than adequate grades, and a clean record, and when it was deemed appropriate, on the day after his seventeenth birthday, he left for London to join his sister at the University of Cambridge, an exemplary student with a bright future. He surprised everyone when instead of following in the footsteps of his parents and going for Medicine or Architecture, he chose Engineering with History of Art as his minor. A respectable career, granted, but not what he was supposed to do—not what had been predetermined for him.

Four years of nothing but rain, libraries, books, and dorm life, he’d finally graduated with Honors, and went to join the real world, with its many offers, all miserable and soul consuming. It didn’t take long for the masks to fall, the pretenses to seize. Seungmin was fucking over it, wanted nothing more to do with the path he’d led for all those years, nothing to do with his parents’ expectations, the appearances to be kept, the role he had to play, to maintain, so they can boast and gloat, and fill their bellies in their private fucking golf clubs, to their insufferable little friends with the pretty daughters, and the arranged marriages.

Yeah, fuck no.

What he did alternatively—he took a loan out. He opened a bookshop in Pimlico overlooking the Thames, and he never looked back. He lived with three roommates in a crammed-up apartment on Winchester Street, a tiny room with a twin bed, a desk and a refrigerator, until he was able to stand on his feet, and move somewhere nicer, somewhere private, and do not get him wrong, that took two entire years—years of learning the ropes of handling a business, of making orders, of studying his crowd and getting a feel of the area, and even then, sales weren’t booming, they weren’t even fucking flickering, till more café’s opened up, bringing people towards that part of the river, the hibernating one, with the sleepy tree branches looming over Seungmin’s head every time he walked to work. It was hard, being independent. But he did an excellent job hiding it, and after a while…well maybe he was just a natural pretender.

Eventually he got a bike. It was a used, secondhand thing, and he had to change the chain on it, but after that it worked just fine, so it was enough for him. With a ‘help wanted’ sign under his arm, pedaling the ten-minute ride to his shop, his only stop the local bakery where he purchases his warm cappuccinos and apple strudels every morning. The co-owner of the place, Han Jisung, always asks the same question upon arrival—the usual, then?

The usual. Seungmin was a creature of habit from a young age. He had to have a plan, an extensive list of steps to be taken, a routine. He thinks his life would’ve turned out completely different if he wasn’t like this; he would’ve ended up working a corporate job, a nine to five, sitting on a desk with a suit and tie, holding a briefcase, that kind of thing. Something simple, mind numbing. Instead, he chose the calendar, the extra assignments, the sleepless revisions. All which ended with him thousands of miles away, managing an establishment with no outside help. The point was—he needed to find someone immediately. He couldn’t possibly bear to manage everything on his own anymore, what with the seminars and people going in and out in a regular stream, only pausing for a couple hours at lunch time.

Sometimes, the strudel would go to waste. There’d be no time. Still, the usual. Why bother switching something that’s worked so well for so long?

“It’ll be raining for weeks, I heard. Better get yourself a raincoat if you want to keep riding that rusty bike of yours,” his friend advised him, handing him his order with a tight-lipped smile.

Seungmin mirrored his expression. “Will do, mate. Thanks for this.”

“No problem. Hey, don’t forget—you, me, the guys. Friday evening. Drinks at The Morpeth Arms.”

Here’s the thing. Seungmin never forgot, he wasn’t the forgetful type; in fact, he had a spectacular memory, something that helped him immensely during his academic career, and earned him a few nods of amazement, the casual ‘memory of an elephant, this one.’ No, Seungmin just hated social events, especially the ones that included drinking yourself into a stupor, traveling in packs holding on for dear life, and paying an enormous amount of money just for your liver to turn black later on. He’d rather be at home, eating comfort soup, watching his home country’s drama shows, and falling asleep on the couch, glasses inadvertently positioned on the very tip of his nose, every single time.

Yeah, Seungmin never forgot. He just had other things to do. Something warned him though, that he might not be able to get out of this one. Undeniably so. He’s bailed on his friend group more than two times in a row, had no good excuse for it today.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he replied, waving a quick goodbye, and making a run for it.

“Don’t just see, Kim Seungmin. Do!” he heard the boy yelling after him, but he had already passed the threshold of the bakery, securing his things in the basket on the front of the bike.

Jisung was a force to be reckoned with. Same age as him, of Korean descent as well, a graduate of the Royal Academy of Culinary Arts, he took over his mother’s bakery and revamped the entire place, a smart move, which turned out to work in his favor, tripling the monthly profits in the first six months of reopening. Things seemed to just…go well for him, whatever he did, something Seungmin envied, but tried his hardest to learn from. It's always been him, Seungmin, and Hyunjin, an Art major, currently in his last year of school, ever since he came to England. Jisung had an ex-girlfriend attending Education classes at the same university as the bookshop owner, and Hyunjin would tag along only with the promise that he’d be able to stay in the premises and sketch the gardens.

Eccentric at times, the two of them, but the interesting kind, the kind that makes you want to stick around just to witness where it is all heading. Although they could get quite annoying when they wanted to…

He unlocks the wooden door with the glass pane, the intense smell of books hitting him at once. Moving in the familiar area, he makes sure to secure his bike along the wall, so it doesn’t slip and hurt any customers, and goes to turn on the lights from the panel in the back, resting his breakfast on top of the checkout secretaire.

The small bookshop lights up like a tree at Christmas, the fairy lights he’d installed earlier in the year hanging gracefully amongst the bookshelves running from floor to ceiling, stacks upon stacks decorating each section, all alphabetized and in categories, all carrying a purpose. Seungmin fixes his glasses on his face, running a careful hand through his parted hair, before removing his brown coat, rolling the sleeves of his white, crisp shirt high up on his forearms, and getting to work.

There’s a sort of ambience he particularly enjoys, a specific scent to accompany the unique odor of books, of yellowed out pages or alternately, of freshly published novels, recently sewn together, a big section of them in front of the big window as soon as you enter, with an exclusive segment of Seungmin’s Top Ten Picks of the Month. More lights along the walls, lantern looking designs, made specifically to give off a vintage overtone to his business, and a couple velvet armchairs in the corners, with decent sized tables, and candles on each side to provide a moment of relaxation for the customers.

Cinnamon and vanilla. A tiny tea and coffee cart next to his workspace for anyone that cared for it, always filled and ready to be taken advantage of. When Seungmin cared for something, he took it to the absolute extremes, made it part of him entirely, took care of it tenderly, tended to it regularly. This is why, he thinks, he succeeded in marketing this place. Because it isn’t just a means of income for him, because he’s genuinely a book lover, an avid reader. Because this is the inside of his soul, perfect to a T.

He starts the playlist on his tablet, lowers it to a gentle hum, and stands for a minute, taking in the warm palette of colors around him, sipping on his coffee, tasting the apple wrapped in puff pastry. It’s exquisite, as always, Han really has a fucking talent, he thinks as he peals the sticker off the sign he picked up from the printer shop earlier, sticking it on the storefront window, capital black letters in Times New Roman looking outside.

Hopefully, someone will show up within the week. In the case no one’s interested, well—he’s fucked. No plan B there. He counts on the broke students pacing up and down these streets daily to fill in the position. No one else in their right mind would work at a bookshop, of all places of employment, and for that he won’t dare fault them, not one bit. He can pay a fair wage, but it’s nothing to start a proper life, he’s aware of that. It doesn’t change the fact.

A little after ten, it starts raining; the fat, gray clouds he saw looming over him on his way there, finally giving way to fat droplets of water, drenching everything in their wake, a blurry watercolor painting. Seungmin sighs, leaning back on his chair, as he checks off inventory and researches up-and-coming authors to feature for next month. He accepts that it might be a slow day, and gets comfortable in his seat, yawning and stretching his limbs.

You enter in disarray, dripping water everywhere, closing a bright colored umbrella halfway in your attempt to shut the door behind you. The tote bag is the first thing he notices, it looked heavy on your shoulder, worn down. Then your coat, a deep emerald green, an entire forest, how it looks from above, and then finally your face as you turn to him, your expression bewildered, staring down at him like a deer in headlights, slightly confused, but not lost, not entirely.

There you are.

“Good morning,” he greets, no other words present in his brain. How peculiar. He adds a soft smile, for good measure.

Normal. Nice job, Kim Seungmin.

“Dreadful, isn’t it?” you say, and he guesses you refer to the rain, so he nods, watching you observe his establishment with curious eyes, leaving your umbrella behind as you walk over to the bookshelves. “It smells nice here. Are you the owner?”

Seungmin stirs, stands up straight, his tablet forgotten in his hands. “Yes,” he mutters, doesn’t sound sure of it. “Yes, I am,” he repeats, louder this time.

You hum and disappear behind a row. He finds himself leaning to find you again, stare at you a bit longer. He snaps out of it almost immediately, clearing his throat. Three things, he grounds himself.

One, the beautiful girl from last time had just entered his shop, yet it felt more like she’d shook through the foundations of the building and was coming for his very life.

Two, said pretty girl rendered him stupid two seconds in your interaction. What did that say about him as a person? He wasn’t usually like this. He’s had dates, and girlfriends, but they never felt like this—a blow to his stomach.

Three. He absolutely fucking needed to learn your name.

“Are you looking for anything specific?” he asks, nervous, wanting to cut through the tension he felt overtaking his entire body.

“Mythology classics!” your voice is an echo, a perfect ring of a pitch, reverberating through him.

He gets up at once, jumping at the chance to be useful to you, and crosses the shop, closing the distance between you. You’re skimming through a thick book unrelated to what you’ve just told him, your eyes moving on the pages. He doesn’t dare disturb you, not at first, but then the more he looks at you, the more he can feel his heart attempting to jump out of his fucking chest, so he deems it dangerous business, and breaks the silence. Your hair is wet, he finds, he sees. He wants to dry it for you.

Dangerous fucking business.

“Those would be on the other side, after poetry,” he informs you, and your gaze devastates him. It’s bright, it’s glorious, it’s a place he’d want to explore, dive into, and lose himself forever.

It’s looking up at him, waiting for him to lead the way. He blinks and moves. Your perfume is something light and floral and Seungmin wants to offer you coffee with sugar, give you books for half off, hire you part time, let you consume him. What a strange feeling to have for an absolute stranger, serving your heart on a silver platter over a mere ‘hello,’ and hoping they’ll accept it.

It terrifies the living shit out of him.

“Thank you for showing me. I loved this place when I came last time—I thought you just worked here. It’s hard to find what I’m looking for elsewhere,” you give him an excited smile, bending at the knees in front of the small section to pick out what you need.

He wants to know everything about you. “Are you a student?”

“English lit, fourth year. Aha!” you jump up, and Seungmin steps back, surprised. You wave the paperback cover in his face. “The Oresteia. Need to write a dissertation on it.”

Seungmin speaks as if in a trance, quoting the play he knows by heart. “‘This was always going to happen. She’s been dead since the beginning.’”

You’re beaming, buzzing, electrocuting him. Then you go right back down, your search not over yet. “You’d read this? It is quite extensive, is it not, and you need to watch out for the translations, some are over complicated, and hard to understand…”

“I enjoy the classics,” he admits, shyly. “You’re welcome anytime around here. To browse, or…whatever. And if you can’t find something, let me know. I’ll order it for you.”

“You’re too kind, bookshop owner, aren’t you?”

Seungmin stares, stares, stares—at the top of your head, at your elegant hands reaching for the spines of the books, flipping them over, inspecting them. He prided himself on his eloquence, his extensive knowledge of words, his friends sometimes teased him, called him a ‘walking dictionary,’ but what does he do with all this, when he must force his throat to open, unable to voice those same words he’s studied over the years, grown familiar with. They’re all traitors to him now, he will never depend on them again. Ridiculous, what’s happening.

You’re a customer. He shouldn’t be treating you any more than, any different. Why then did that one, singular smile of yours make a home in him, right under his ribcage? He pictured butterflies erupting behind you, wild in color, beautiful in their movement, flying too close to the fairy lights. This was unreasonable. It would wreak havoc in him, rearrange his world view, have him fantasize about things that could not be, should not be. Your lips, he thinks.

Cherry flavored.

“What’s your name?” he caved in. He wanted to pull you up, feel you under his touch, see for himself if you were real.

You got up once again, two more books in your hands, as you tilted your head in question, strands of hair falling in front of your perplexed face. “Do you always ask your customers for their names?”

Seungmin swallowed. He’d been caught. What he had—honesty. “Only you.”

You smiled again. He almost clenched his chest. “Good save. I’m (Y/N).”

He repeated it internally. (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N) …he imagines it rolling off his tongue, your body under his, those delicate wrists pinned above your head, whispering it to you again, and again, and again.

Fuck him.

“Seungmin,” he extends his hand for you to take, trying really hard to conceal what contact with you would do to him.

He’s defenseless against his own desires, he realizes. He’s never wanted to take someone as his own so badly before. His mind was in overdrive, completely overwhelmed. You’ve exposed him, laid him bare—have your way with him. He’d do anything, he decides right then and there. Anything. Say the word and he’s yours.

You take it, kickstarting a whole new series of events and catastrophes inside him.

“Well, Seungmin, I’m done here, and I have class in about ten minutes, but I’ll pass by again soon, yeah? Ring me up, won’t you?”

You brush past him walking up to the register, and he’s left watching your figure slip away from him, so easily, no further regard to him, that forest green coat of yours flowing around you, your boots stomping with certainty. A fucking vision, you were. Stomping your way into his shop, into his life, into his heart. Oh, what is reason? What are words?

Metamorphoses, The Oresteia, Theogony. What you purchase. He hands you the books, per your request, and you slide the tote bag down to your arm, shoving the books in there at once. He watches all this, in awe, speechless, afraid to let you go, knowing he can’t beg you to stay longer. It’d be weird. And slightly creepy, he thinks but it’s more of an afterthought. He notices he doesn’t really care—anyone that would grant him the wish to stare at you more, to marvel at your cute features.

“It was nice to meet you!” You grab the umbrella again and rush out of his life, the same you stumbled in.

He watches in mystified delight.

‘Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient,’ he remembers reading once.

He becomes half water. He waits.

Friday comes. Seungmin decides to go to the Arms, straight for them, no second thought about it, one and done, but then he procrastinates getting dressed, looks for his watch for ten minutes, and his keys are nowhere to be found, so he takes that as a sign he shouldn’t go. It’d be bad if he went. He shouldn’t go.

Then he remembers he doesn’t believe in the signs of the universe and locks his apartment behind him.

Two beers, then he’ll go home, he tells himself. Just enough so his friends can’t say anything to him, can’t be mad at him, will stop calling him incessantly, whining about how he’s neglecting them so, and what kind of a mate are you, Kim, not a very good one, eh?

Seungmin thinks he’s a pretty good lad, actually. He helped Hyunjin move this past summer and has offered many a solution to Jisung’s never-ending on-and-off relationship with that indecisive girlfriend of his. Hasn’t committed a crime in his life, not even a petty one, not a traffic light. He’s never littered in all the years he’s been conscious about his person. He’s been an upstanding citizen, and a supportive friend. He’s just a bit of a homebody, and when has that ever hurt anyone, really.

The pub is filled to the brim by the time he arrives, incredibly loud, with a game playing in the background. He finds Jisung easy enough and goes to him, to that table he frequents all the way to the wall by the bar and slips his coat off wearing it on the back of the chair.

“Couldn’t have picked a Sunday, yeah?”

Jisung claps his shoulder and shakes his head. “You’d complain about any day of the week, Min, so just sit here and look pretty like you do. Hyunjin’s bringing us drinks.”

The baker’s hair had faded to a light brown from the August sun back in Seoul, his yearly vacation, and just as Seungmin is about to make a joke about it, Hyunjin enters his vision holding three pints of beer, muttering excuse me’s to the table next to them. Blonde hair, soft looking cardigan, tall, long limbs and all, full scholarship artist-to-watch-out-for Hwang Hyunjin, on his way to an amazing career.

“Would you look at who the cat dragged in—my God, Kim Seungmin, is that really you? Gracing us with your majesty’s presence? I must be dreaming!”

His ‘majesty’ sighed and grabbed the beer, an unamused look on his face. “You know, surprisingly, this isn’t making me want to show up any more than it makes me want to dump both of you and find new friends. About time, I say,” he drawled. “Cheers!”

The two men looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Cheers, fuck it,” Jisung exclaimed.

Hyunjin turned elegantly in the chair, legs crossed, mischievous expression on. “What have you been up to, huh? Who’s the girl?”

Seungmin froze, then reassured himself they had no idea about you, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose—a habit that gave him away. The blonde ‘aha!’’d and bumped his elbow against Jisung’s, giddy as ever.

“See, I knew it.”

Jisung didn’t look particularly convinced, though. “Where would he even meet a girl, Hyun? The only dates he’s been on for the past year have been with his TV.”

“Ouch, bro.”

He wasn’t wrong, yet Seungmin wanted to let him know—about the girl that walked into his bookshop, has swept him off his feet. Just so he stops talking shit, just so it can finally set on him; that you’re real, that you happened. How you will never stop happening from now on.

Instead, he scoffed. “Fuck you, Han. You’re one to talk with that toxic shit you’re pulling.”

Jisung had the audacity to look shocked, and even appalled at the accusation. “I’m hurt you think I’m somehow at fault with how I’m being treated. I should just break it off once and for all, show you fuckers.”

Hyunjin casually sipped on his beer, palmed a few sunflower seeds. “It’s not about showing us—it’s about showing yourself, baby.”

Seungmin chuckled at that, chuckled even harder at Jisung’s blown out face, with the puffy cheeks and the big, wide eyes. He’d missed this, how carefree it all felt. It brought back memories, reasons why these people were close to him, why he could never get rid of them. They kept him sane. And gained him points with the ladies—Jisung’s humor, and Hyunjin’s angel features were a double threat. He just completed the group with the boy next door vibe, and sharp styling choices.

“Where’s Jeongin?” he asks, opening the bag of crisps laid out on the table.

“Late night studying, he’s already driving himself against a wall,” Hyunjin replies, a seed between his teeth.

“Chris has a late session, as well,” Jisung adds. “Music majors—perfectionists.”

It was at that point that you walked in. Seungmin hadn’t noticed you, not until his friends looked towards the door, and then looked again, making him curious. It was indeed you, he concluded after blinking several times, you, the most beautiful fucking girl in there, searching for empty tables with—a guy. A guy taller than you, taller than him, and fuck him, he didn’t need to see that, he didn’t have to know who you hung out with, if you had a boyfriend and how long you’d been together—he could do without all those things.

But now they’re overtaking all available space in his mind. Now there’s green inside him, eating away, molding, rotting away everything, and he’s jealous, he’s jealous, he wants you, he wants you alone, single, to himself, forever—

“She’s cute, no?” Jisung comments and nudges him.

For a moment, just for a moment, Seungmin takes off his glasses and glares at his best friend, filled with fury and green, green, green, but then he comes to his senses, reasons that Jisung hasn’t got a clue who you are, what you are to Seungmin, and so with that he breathes. He breathes and downs his beer, fuck the crisps, fuck the plan.

“It’s her,” he confesses.

Hyunjin leans in, suddenly very interested, and Jisung furrows his eyebrows, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”

Seungmin looks at you again, sees the hand around your waist, the casualness of the movement, and doesn’t want to jump into conclusions, doesn’t want the conclusions to jump him, but he’s fairly certain, he’s almost a hundred percent—

“The girl that’s kept me away, let’s say.”

At first, “No fucking way,” but then Hyunjin studied his friend’s expression, the unwavering gaze, the set of his mouth, the defeated slump of his shoulders, and his head tilted, his own mouth hung open, stared.

“I’ll be fucking damned,” he deadpanned.

“But who’s that dude, then?” Jisung questioned, hanging off the edge of his seat, thirsty for the gossip.

“No idea.”

“How’d you meet her?”

“Customer.”

“Kim Seungmin!” Hyunjin gasps, a hand on his chest, over his heart. “The scandal!”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to him. Is she aware of your feelings?”

Just as Seungmin was about to answer, the entire pub breaks out in boo’ing, the team on the TV losing dramatically, the place vibrating, and his fists tighten at the sound, his whole body alert, aware of you, in the same space as him, outside of the magic of his bookstore, outside of the owner/customer dynamic.

“I’ve only seen her twice, Han. My feelings don’t even make sense to me.”

A devilish smirk spread across the blonde’s face. “I think you want to fuck her, Min. This sounds like an attraction to me.”

Jisung slaps his hand on the table and points at his face, nodding his head. “That’s an excellent observation, my dear Hyun. Kim, you just need to get her out of your system.”

Seungmin groans and gets up, grabbing his empty glass of beer. “Shut the fuck up. Anyone need a refill?”

The men glance at each other’s half empty beers, slightly concerned. “We’re good, mate.”

The truth was, he had thought about the possibility. What he’s felt for you he hasn’t felt for anyone, not this strong, not this constant, even in your absence, especially in your absence. You should’ve been just another English literature student shopping for books to him. That should’ve been it.

It wasn’t. It didn’t feel like it could be.

Waiting for the beer, he dared a peek at you. You sat with your back facing him, your head thrown back at something that guy had said, the other members of your party smiling brightly at you. Your hair was down, moved with you. Seungmin could bring your scent forth in his mind, the flowers, the sweetness that surrounded you. It physically hurt to ignore you, to pretend this wasn’t killing him. He needed more, he needed to pull you away, he needed to vomit all this out; the attraction, as Hyunjin eloquently put it, the heart stabbing, the turning of his stomach—the fucking boner he got first time he saw you in that dainty dress of yours.

He needed you to know, to make a decision. He wouldn’t sit still, there’d be no sleep for him until he did something about it, until you were aware of this, whatever the fuck it was, also.

“I’ll come back for this,” he informs the bartender, and his feet carry him before he’s even concluded thinking about it before he even sets on it.

“Excuse me,” he says loudly. The entire table turns to him. You turn to him.

“Bookshop owner!” you grin at him, and he’s at ease at once. He doesn’t need anything else. “What a coincidence. How have you been?”

You’re kind, then, you don’t shun him away. He’s chosen well. Seungmin feels his heart blooming, expanding, threatening to take over. You’re kind to him. You don’t know him, not as well as he wanted you to, but you still chose decency. Did he deserve it with the thoughts currently swimming in his head? Probably not.

He spares one glance for the hunk of a guy sitting opposite you, only one, not more than that, because he might be half his size, but Seungmin had always been exceptionally strong whenever he deemed it necessary. Then his eyes are back on you, and God, why did he ever look away?

“I’ve been well,” he touches his glasses. Catches himself. “Could I please steal you for a moment?”

Your eyes widen a bit, hands holding the table, ready to pounce on your feet. “Sure, but why? Is everything okay?”

Seungmin nods, offering you a soft smile and his hand. “Everything’s fine. It’ll only be a moment.”

“Okay,” you turn to your friends. Seungmin looks at his, already staring at him. Hyunjin winks. Seungmin blinks.

“I’ll be back guys.” You grab his hand, bringing him back, setting him on fire.

He tries to hide, push it all down, away from you, because he needs to be careful. One wrong move, he tells himself. One wrong move and that’s it. He opens the door for you, walks out after and into the chill of a September night. At least it’s quiet, at least he can hear himself think. One wrong move, it repeats, one wrong move…

“I apologize for taking you away from your friends,” he starts, walking to the side of the building to stand under a birch tree, almost completely devoid of leaves by that point. You follow, patient, kind.

“Oh, that’s—” you wave your hand, pft’ing. “They’re just classmates. We’ll be working together for a while.”

Just classmates. Seungmin stands up straight to that, in his full height. Just classmates you say, but that hand didn’t look friendly, that hand looked exactly how Seungmin feels about you, protective, territorial. You thought nothing of it, because that’s who you were, he could tell, you didn’t take things too seriously, you were alive, kind, kind, kind, what was another word—innocent.

He licked his lips, gathering the courage required to say what needed to be said, what needed to spill out his chest. He stood close, you stood closer. You were oblivious. For Heaven’s sake. This would be the hardest thing he ever had to utter.

“I—have no other way to say this, (Y/N) so, please just—fuck,” he chokes out a breath, looks you right in the eye. “I’m completely enamored by you. You have all control over this, you can curse me and walk away right now. But you need to know. I want to take you out.”

At first you just stared at him, the words slowly registering in your ears. Then, you opened your mouth to speak—closed it. Then opened it again, taking a step towards him. He remained in his place, hands in his pockets, afraid he’d reach out otherwise. He had no right, not until you gave him permission.

“You’re very handsome, you know that?” you say, placing a hand on his cheek. He doesn’t breathe, he doesn’t think. Your eyes are dark against the backdrop of the moon. Nothing moves. “And sweet, and interesting. I’m—nothing in particular. Seungmin, you’d get bored of me.”

“Never,” he’s quick to retort. “You’ve no idea what you’ve done to me, have you darling? From the moment you walked in my shop—that was it. I was done for.”

You shook your head, your fingers stilling in their caress, your hand goes to drop—his own shoots out, holds it, keeps it there, wills it to stay, desperate to show you.

“You really are very sweet,” you inhale. “No one’s ever said they want to take me out. No one’s asked.”

Seungmin doesn’t understand why, doesn’t want to ponder over it. He’s here now, and he wants you. He’d show you; he swears.

“I’m saying it. Go out with me, darling. If you hate it, you don’t have to see me ever again.”

You smile at that, your lips quivering. “Shame. I really like your bookstore.”

He smiles back. “I really like you.”

You bite your lip, and then you nod. “Okay.” A moment. “Could you kiss me, Seungmin?”

He needn’t be told twice. Pulling you closer by that arm extended on him, he closes in around you, smashing your lips together. It takes everything in him not to groan into your mouth, the softness of you, your smell, all driving him crazy, all intoxicating him, rendering him unable to think straight. You melt into him, something he loves, and he guides the kiss, his arms wrapping around that waist that he’s seen being claimed, bunching the fabric of your shirt in his fist, tightening his grip around you, devouring you.

He'd like to slip inside you, fuck slow, deep strokes into your cunt, bring you into a state of deliriousness with his cock. He can already imagine how good you’d take him, how you’d open for him. Buried in between his thighs—Heaven. Seungmin walks you to the bark of the tree and pushes you against it, deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips, exploring your mouth, tasting the ale you’d been drinking. He’s having incoherent thoughts now, nonsensical things; how he’d like to drink you, let the very flavor of you invade the top of his mouth, fill his senses, allow you to run down his throat, sip into his every pore. Fuck him, he’s whipped, isn’t he?

“There’s no going back from this, darling,” he pants against your mouth. “I’m never getting over you—never getting over this taste.”

You pull him back in. “I don’t want you to,” you whisper, your lips curving.

“Sunday, after six. Come,” he mutters, his fingers tangled in your hair, holding your head in place. You gaze up at him. “Promise me.”

“I do. I promise,” you kiss him again. “I’ll come.” Again, and again, and again.

Another day spent waiting.

By noon Seungmin thinks you won’t show. That it was all a lie, perhaps an illusion of the full moon and one too many drinks. Then he checks out a freshman buying The Iliad, a tote bag on his shoulder, the warm scent of cinnamon coming from the pale cup he’s holding, and he’s sure you will.

You happened, you will.

Oh, to trust that someone won’t drain the blood from your heart. A treacherous road.

He must’ve drank three cups of coffee by the time the stream of customers slows down, signaling lunch time. He digs for the wanted pamphlet in his drawer of take-out menus, and calls the number at once, ordering a barbeque chicken pizza with a side of cheesy bread. As he glances outside, clouds gathering already, the sky gray, dull, Seungmin throws his head back, sighing deeply, and listens to the cashier informing him of his total at the point of delivery.

“Thank you,” he says and hangs up. ‘Do you know if she’ll come,’ he wants to add, but he doesn’t, because that’d be crazy, nonsensical. Still, the question—it stands.

He breaks down boxes, organizes book labels and invoices, and even dusts the shelves. Five pizza slices and a heartburn later, Seungmin sinks back into his chair, and decides that time will not help him today. The anxiety is eating at him, at the tips of him, like a parasite, slowly making him sick, feverish. He won’t be able to keep this up for long, he wishes he’d told you to come earlier, maybe this way this endless questioning would’ve stopped by now, maybe the heartbreak would’ve been easier to swallow with people around. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle closing down shop with no trace of you.

God, the waiting. Seungmin doesn’t like doing this, has only done it once before–he takes the scotch out, a bottle he’s kept since opening this place, and drinks two big gulps of it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he thinks he might have to daydrink his way to getting you out of his mind. And the rejection. And the outline of your body on his. No other way about it. Alcohol or going mad, his two options.

Fuck him.

The clock on the wall behind his desk says five minutes to six. By that point he has no hope, no patience, no heart, no will–no scotch. He drags himself over to the door to flip the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed,’ and he leaves nothing but the fairy lights on, an indication that the shop is closed, but someone’s still inside.

He’s not drunk but he’d like to be. One thing about Seungmin, why he doesn’t like drinking–it does nothing for him. His damn tolerance is too high. He can drink and drink and drink, but it will make no difference. Only thing he’ll be left with is a dehydrated, scratchy throat; more of an annoyance than a relief.

Seungmin sweeps, mops, then proceeds to put every single book in the wrong area back to its original place. That should take him a good while, he thinks, definitely–it doesn’t. It takes him ten minutes, because this is his store, he knows it inside out, he’s done this hundreds of times before, and why aren’t you here? You should’ve been here by now.

The glasses come off. He won’t go down that road, he can handle rejection, he’ll move on, you’re just–well, you’re…unforgettable. Haunting. All he can think about, all he wants, all he craves. Outside is pouring, thunder cracking, always a blurry watercolor painting now describing what’s going on internally, draining away any opportunity of you showing up. He tells himself he’ll stay until the rain calms down, until it’s safe to ride his bicycle.

He tells himself he will never get over you, but that the water will eventually wash you away. It has to. It’s six-thirty and you are nowhere to be found. A little more. He’ll wait a little more. Out of desperation if nothing else. He won’t be afraid to admit. He kissed you, he tasted you. He’ll wait. You’ll come, you have to. You kissed back. You–

You’re standing right there. Drenched, shaking that god awful umbrella, looking through the glass, pushing the door open–spilling into his bookshop like nothing happened. Like before. Like a story repeating itself. Forest green coat, hair sticking to your face, disheveled expression.

“I’m late, aren’t I?”

Are you? Seungmin’s knees almost give way. He exhales shakily, blinking at your drowned figure. You’re not. You’re not. You’re right on time.

“You’re soaking wet,” he notes, and comes back to life, taking long strides towards you.

You chuckle nervously, shivering, apologetic. He grabs the umbrella and leaves it by his bike, his hand staying in yours, tracing your fingers, feeling for himself that you’re really there, that you really came. You look up at him, wide eyed, mouth falling open, studying him.

“Better take this off,” he mutters, and waits for your approval. He removes the coat from your shoulders, shaking off the rain droplets, catching a whiff of that cologne he so adores. He’s a fucking animal, he can’t even be near you without his mind doing a complete one eighty on him.

“I’m sorry,” you start, watching him take care of you. “I…wasn’t sure if I should come.” His hands push your hair back, listening calmly. “Bookshop owner, I don’t–”

“Seungmin,” he cuts you off, his gaze snapping down to meet yours. “Say my name, darling.”

“Seungmin.” It’s breathless, it’s surprising. It’s perfect. His cock twitches in his tailored pants.

He bites his lip. “Will you let me remove your shirt, (Y/N)? You’ll catch a cold if you stay in these clothes.”

A single moment of silence, your eyes clouding with the same intentions. “Yes.”

He expertly undoes the buttons, exposing your white, lacy bra underneath, your breasts deliciously tucked in the cups, better than his dreams, better in every way because it’s reality. Seungmin wants to take his time with you, wants to take you out on a proper date, pay for you, make sure you’re having fun, that you enjoy being with him, establish a connection before he–

He thinks he can’t wait. He thinks if he doesn’t take you right here, right now he’ll fucking die. None of the internal struggle shows on his face. You wiggle off your shirt, and he lifts his arms to remove his vest. Picturing you in his clothes, in his shop, surrounded by your smell, and the smell of vanilla…a fucking dream. His Aphrodite, compliant under his touch, willing, those lips teasing, their pink tint inviting. Fuck it all to Hell. You look absolutely beautiful, the brown of the fuzzy fabric making you appear softer, if that’s even possible. He pulls you into his arms, falling victim to his own wants, his own desires. He holds you tight, your freezing body gradually warming up under his caress, flush against him.

“‘I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself,’” he quotes in your hair, his palm rubbing circles on your lower back, hoping you’d know. That you’d get it.

“Frank Kafka,” you answer with a breathy laugh. “‘What’s happened to me? It was no dream.’”

Something opens in his heart, tears itself out. There’s no stopping it. “My darling,” he whispers, and lifts you up. You gasp, his name falling from those lips. It happens fast, he walks you to the mythology section, in front of the window, a consequence he won’t think of until later, your back hitting the shelves, as your arms circle his neck. Seungmin kisses you, then. What’s there left to do? There are no words to describe this. You taste like rain and hard candy, and his fingers get lost in between your thighs, pushing aside fabric, and feeling the slick of your cunt. All reason escapes him, all but the sensation of your excitement for him on his digits. He kneels down, has to have a taste, needs to, for his sanity. His arm snakes around your ass and keeps you there, as his tongue comes in contact with your leaking pussy, lapping your juices, slurping loudly, shamelessly.

The back of your hand presses against your mouth, moans tearing through anyway. No one’s ever gone down on you, you didn’t even know how it felt, nevermind that it felt like this, wet and embarrassing, but so good, oh my God, so good, fuck, your fingers getting lost in the mop that is his hair, tugging, your breathing ragged, fast, your knees shaking, the smell of books engulfing you–

“You taste like Heaven,” he grunts, and his tongue gets replaced by his hand, as he makes his way back to your mouth. “Taste yourself, darling, see for yourself what you do to me, how am I supposed to stay away when–that’s right, fuck my fingers, go on, my love…”

There’s still water dripping from your hair, and he leans the side of his face on it, enjoying the coolness it provides while his entire body is on fire. You’re everywhere on him, he feels all of you, and his fingers curl inside you wanting that release, craving those broken moans he’s eliciting out of you to get louder, to deafen him, to fill the entire shop and stay, echoing over and over so he never forgets this moment, so he’ll always have you. You’re biting his neck, your nails digging on his shoulders, in his back, falling, going to his belt, coming to the buckle, undoing, all the while coming undone.

Right before you start spasming, he lifts you up again and slips inside you swiftly, cupping your face with one hand, his mouth taking yours in an open-mouthed kiss, cursing at how tight you fit around him. For one second, just one single moment, he does not move, no matter how much you want him to, no matter how you’re wiggling and arching, against all of his thoughts of fucking you into the bookcase to have and admire you whenever he wants. No, he marvels in the way his cock is throbbing inside you, all of you alight, in flames, and only then–only when you mouth his name, staring in his eyes desperately–only then he finally begins thrusting, causing you to wrap your legs around his torso, holding on for dear life.

“Is it supposed to feel like this–God, please, please don’t stop, never stop–”

Seungmin wasn’t planning to. Stopping was the furthest thing from his mind as his hips picked up pace, his thrusts angled, deep and hard, bottoming out every time, skin hitting on skin, your hot breaths mingling, mixing, one one one– You felt exactly how he imagined, and a thousand times better, Christ, your tits perfectly bouncing, your cunt squeezing him closer. Books fall, all around you, the sound of them magnifying what the two of you are doing, what’s in process, an altering of souls, because he knows this will never again be the same for him, this shop without you, it will always be more, more, more, he will fuck you over every surface, he will make you part of him, he swears, you’re never leaving, not when your juices are the only thing that can get him drunk, not when you sound this hot moaning his name, his name, it’s never vibrated through him like this before, a name, you make it holy, you make it matter–

“Cum with me, cum with me Seungmin, please, let me feel you, fuck, fuck, fuck–”

He’s your servant, he would do anything you asked. He comes with a ferocity unknown to him, panting, sweaty, holding on to you, drilling the last bit of cum deep within your walls, his hands holding, squeezing, digging into your waist, forehead on your sternum dropping soft, abenseminded kisses, and you let him. You let him, because you have no idea what the fuck just happened, you only know that it was the best thing, the rightest decision you’ve ever made in your entire life.

“You look so handsome without your glasses,” you compliment him shyly, smiling.

He carefully puts you down, adjusts your skirt, and tucks himself in his pants, before touching the bridge of his nose. There was nothing there. He chuckles, and his arms are around you again. He can’t bring himself not to touch you, can’t find a reason why he should stay away, put some distance. You belong in his arms, he concludes.

You belong with him.

“So, I’m not when I wear them?” he teases, his lips on your forehead.

A weak punch on his stomach. He hufs a laugh, moving back just a breath so he can stare down at your face. You look fucking beautiful. You look like you’re his.

“You’re like a sexy professor with them on, you know what I mean, or like a–”

He kisses you. He’s falling in love. He’s already fallen.

#stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #stray kids smut #seungmin scenarios #seungmin smut #seungmin fanfic #stray kids #stray kids seungmin #skz fanfic #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfiction #—mine.

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so yesterday i couldn't sleep, and i started thinking of skz with fleshlights (ever since you wrote that hanji tell its been on my brain)

i feel like chan buries his dick in it and just lets it stay there, until he becomes a tad bit frustrated, letting out a short breath and starting to move it (either slowly or quickly, depends on the level of stress). i also think that jisung just uses his fleshlight so much??? like in the morning, between breaks, when he can't sleep, when he's thinking of you, when he's thinking of you again, and again. like you know the typical horny boy with tissues all over his room? that is literally him. now hear me out on felix with a fleshlight bec i feel like he keeps it next to him while he's playing games and if he wins, he rewards himself by fucking it but if he loses, he teases himself with it. and oh my god when he loses round after round?? he wants to cum so bad but he cant seem to win??? his fingers became so limp which makes him lose over and over again. i'm just so :((((

i didn't come up with anything for the rest of the members but i just felt like sharing with the class 🤲

so yeah…. #this !! screaming crying tearing my hair out when i read that lix part oh my god

allow me to give my thoughts yeah ???

chan def fucks into the fleshlight slowly at first, hips moving back and forth—perhaps the fleshlight is on the edge of the table or bed as he fucks into it. uses his thumb to press against the plushness of the toy—where the clit would be. def pulls out to spit on it before fucking into it faster bc he can’t help himself and he needs to cum.

minho gets bitches so…..hardly ever breaks out the ol’ fleshlight but when he does, he’s obliviously stressed the fuck out. so much pent up…everything and he so desperately needs an outlet, but you’re busy with your own things and he’s just….desperate. fucks it in the shower after a long day, hot water hitting his body to help soothe him… would prefer your pussy tho </3

changbin with a fleshlight oh my god….he’s greedy. insatiable. he cums inside of the toy and just keeps fucking it because there’s this horny itch inside of him and he’s just gotta bury his dick as deep into the toy as he can. he can bury his entire dick in the toy and it’s just not enough :(

hyunjin… records himself fucking his fleshlight in various positions. posts them on twitter. keeps the toy in the drawer of his bedside table just in case he gets restless before bed, wakes up achingly horny, or simply needs to fuck himself through an art block.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA,,, jisung’s favorite thing is when you catch him fucking his fleshlight. the best part is that you help him out—stroking the toy up and down his cock like you’re giving him a handjob. lets you have complete control over him and that includes dictating whether or not he’s allowed to cum. gets super whiny and pouty tho :(

what about a little perv!felix? who uses his fleshlight almost every time he thinks about you [almost—bc he thinks about you constantly and he can’t just whip it out anywhere; although he’ll try]. stole your dirty panties one day, stuffing them into the fleshlight and fucking into it. when he took your panties out they were covered in his cum—which made him horny again </3

in my mind, i don’t think seungmin would use a fleshlight very much. but when he does, it’s purely to tease you. makes you sit across from him while he pleasures himself with the toy—teasing, and going on and on about how this could’ve been you had you been good for him.

now jeongin !!! attached his fleshlight to a plushie [hanji and lix do this too] and fucks it like that bc he needs something to hold onto. he’s another person that primarily uses his fleshlight when he’s frustrated or full of excess energy. likes when the toy is all sticky and covered in lube when he fucks it—gets off on the mess of it all.

#[💌] ˚｡⋆#✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #☁️ — daydream.skz #skz smut #bang chan smut #lee minho smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut

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writingfool001 · 2 years

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Reader w/ Mechanical Limbs Meet Sebek's Mother

Author’s Note: I quite enjoy that you've stuck around, Lix. I hope the holidays and new years were kind to you. I am mainly going off the various fan art of Sebek’s family as well as information from @meatteabusinessmagazine. I also had an idea of how this would go then tried to figure out the in between so it may not have turned out as expected.

Request: yes by @elizyo23

Think you can get rid of me that easily wrong anyways in one of the fic I requested ( robotic arms w/ the reader) in Sebek apart it mentioned something about meeting his family I think you know where I’m going but robotic arm reader meets Sebek family

Pairing: Sebek x Gn! Reader

Warning: Reader has both robotic limbs, it was rushed at the end, and if anything else, tell me.

One may say that Sebek has come a long way from looking down on others and it was a bit irritating when you met him. He used to look at your mechanical limbs as an advantage before he realized the truth behind them and started to get better at not looking down on others. Especially after finding out about your mechanical arms, he realized that some people needed prosthetics, not for power, but to go about day-to-day life like you. He would lightly lecture you when you didn’t take care of yourself, help you on repair days when you needed it, and made sure you were feeling no physical pain. If it’s sunny, he would notice quickly if you were overheating and offer water. He tried to deny favoritism when Ace and Epel brought it up, but we all know the truth.

You two have grown into a small routine here and there which gave you both more time by each other and Sebek eventually asked you out. You would tell one another about your lives and there was a time when Sebek brought up how he didn’t understand why his mother fell in love with a human before you pointed out that he fell in love with you. That was the beginning of him realizing what his mother saw in his father while dating you, it ended up causing him to attempt to be more open to his father.

He invited you to meet his family during winter break, which you accepted since you had no personal plans yourself for the time being. What you didn’t expect was how cold Briar Valley got during the winter as the brisk air blew right through you when you stepped off the broom to see some snow falling gracefully while you took in the beauty of the scenery of his home. You readjusted your gloves, ones that Lilia gave you for your birthday, and were about to pick up your bag before getting a soft scarf wrapped around your neck.

“Your cheeks are starting to turn red,” Sebek pointed out, securing the scarf on you. “I don’t need you getting sick.”

“Where would I be without my worry wort of a lover,” You laugh a bit before placing your hand on his cheek, causing him to blush a bit then looked away with blush on his face.

“Being a sick human who has the chance of dying.”

“Then I would just haunt you in the afterlife.” You smiled as he guided you towards the door and held it open for you then closed it behind him. You made sure to brush off the snow before entering the warm home to be welcomed by his father as you took off your heavier coat

“Ah, welcome home Sebek,” His father welcomed with a smile as Sebek thanked him before introducing you to him and. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Sebek has told us many things about you.”

“Has he?” You asked, looking at Sebek with the smuggest face you could make as his face was adorned with a familiar rosy hue on his cheeks then turning back to the older man in front of you who held a handout in front of you before shaking it. “It’s a pleasure meeting you.”

“It must be freezing outside, come warm your hands up around the fire.”

“Oh, my hands are still a little cold from the fly over here.” You respond before he guided you to what you assumed to be the living room, as Sebek took your stuff upstairs, and was met with a tall woman who before you assumed to be his mother as an older man sitting on of the armchairs.

“Ah! You must be my Sebek’s lover!” The tall woman welcomed you warmly after noticing you enter with her husband and then hugged you. She insisted you sit down before her husband handed you a cup of warm tea as Sebek joined you all. She introduced herself as his mother and her husband took a seat next to her. You all started talking and told them about yourself after they wanted to get to know more about you, before his mother disappeared and pulled out baby photos of him as you drank your tea. Feeling semi warm liquid drop onto your pants and heard the chipping of porcelain, you look down to see the teacup broken and realized you accidentally crushed the teacup which also spilt tea on your gloves.

“I’m so sorry,” You apologized profusely as you made sure that none of the spilt tea got on the album then were reassured it was alright and she helped you clean up the mess then handed you a towel to dry your hands. You dried them the best you could then before you continued to sit next to Sebek.

After a while, you winced a bit as you massaged where your arm met your flesh, remembering how bad the cold affects your limb, and hid the pain the best you could as you listened to his family talk about Sebek. You crossed your arms and gripped your hand against your upper arm, hearing the metal creak a bit, and bit the inside of your cheek. You felt Sebek put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump a little, before looking over to see him with a concerned expression. You tried to reassure him you were fine, but he wasn’t listening to you and excused you both before taking you to his bedroom, telling his family that you both needed a moment.

Even though your prosthetics were light and up to date, you still had drawbacks such as pain in the joints, touching people with your cold metal hands, as well as the occasional struggle to move your hand.

He guides you to the bed before telling you to sit down and hand you a towel to dry your hands then disappear to his closet, you look around his room to see the bedroom Sebek grew up in after removing your gloves. While drying your hands off, you noticed the painting of Malleus, it felt as if he was staring down at you and shrugged it off as Sebek returned with a sweater for you.

“I swear, you don’t take care of yourself sometimes.” He lightly lectured you as he helped slip the warm garment on. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you were having problems with your arms?”

“It’s been so long since you’ve seen your family,” You reasoned as he placed his hand over the areas where the joints met the flesh before you felt the warming effect and let out a sigh of relief then leaned your head against his chest. “I wanted you to not have to worry about me. Besides, I must get your mother a replacement for the teacup I broke when my hand locked up.”

The ack began to fade after a while then before you reassured him you were truly fine and wanted to return downstairs. As Sebek opened the door, Sebek’s mother was there with a worried expression. She asked if you were fine and you told her you were as you before noticing her staring at your hands, your exposed hands. You tried to explain yourself as she approached and then took your hands into hers then traced the seams, staring with amazement and something else. As you scanned her face, you realized what it was as she took your hands then surrounded them with adoration in her eyes.

“Such beautiful hands, nothing wrong with them, dear.” His mother reassured you and patted your head gently.

“Mother, could we possibly make the living room warmer?” Sebek asked, breaking your two from your small moment. “The cold causes pain in their shoulders where the arm meets the prosthetic.”

“Oh dear! I apologize, why didn’t you say something earlier?!” His mother gasped before pulling you against her, giving you a warming embrace then guiding you two back to the living room where the rest of Sebek’s father was to see his older siblings chatting with their dad. Sebek kissed your cheek and whispered that it would be alright before his sister pulled in for a hug. You stood off to the side, watching Sebek interact with them, before you felt a hand on your shoulder to see Sebek’s mother, smiling at you fondly then offered her hand to you to take. You smile and take her hand before guiding you into the room. This was going to be a good family, a very welcoming one.

#twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twst x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek x y/n

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taeyeonschild · 1 year

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╰┈➤ ❝ [straykids as fanboys] ❞

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pairing: no pairings. they don’t actually know you

genre: fluff, point form hcs

contains: uhhh…. fanboys!

cw: none

A/N: i like this idea a lot, but i didn’t really now what to write for some of them…. hopefully this is somewhat decent? but i have more stuff coming out soon, which i am a lot more confident with!!!

Bangchan

➙ he is quite famous in your fandom for his youtube channel, where he records covers of all of your music.

➙ you interact with his covers quite often! he tries his hardest to remain calm, and casual, but internally he is freaking out!

➙ fans constantly request collabs, you’ve seen it requested so much that you’ve actually considered the idea! maybe one day you will work together! (at least he hopes so)

➙ he is a huge supporter of everything you do. fans who don’t know you personally, would probably think that you and chan are friends

➙ he is very active in the community, and he interacts with you on a fairly regular basis

Minho

➙ he doesn’t hesitate to spend money on you

➙ he has many of your albums, and merchandise, but he rarely ever talks about you.

➙ people will go to his house and be stunned by the posters on his walls, since they never even knew he was a fan before.

➙ he’s not embarrassed by it, he just prefers to fanboy on the inside.

➙ (if you make any asmr content) he seems like the type to listen to it at times when he’s super tense, to help him relax, and sleep.

Changbin

➙ he goes to every concert, and somehow, ALWAYS shows up on the dancecam

➙ his face has been seen so many times that fans start to recognize him

➙ if your music ever plays on the radio, or in a store somewhere, he immediately drops what he’s doing and drops the whole routine

➙ does he care if people watch? NO! why should he 🤷‍♀️ it’s only embarrassing if he messes up the choreo, (which NEVER happens)

Hyunjin

➙ he knows EVERY SINGLE ONE of your dances. he might not even know the words to your songs, but you know as soon as he hears that beat drop, bro becomes a dancing machine

➙ he is likely a part of a dance group

➙ attends random play dances, and gets so excited when one of your songs plays

➙ hyunjin totally posts dance videos online, he likely has a youtube channel solely for that purpose

➙ he even posts slowed + mirrored versions, to help teach others the choreo.

➙ he might also be a fan artist, but i feel that he’d be a bit of a perfectionist about his art, and would be too scared to show any of it online… :(

Han

➙ something about him gives off editor vibes

➙ i think he’d have a tiktok account, solely for edits of you/your group

➙ he spends hours on AE producing mouth watering edits

➙ he’s got quite a decent following aswell

➙ you interacted with his account once, and he FREAKED. he swears it was the best moment of his life

➙ MAYBEEEE secretly writes fan fiction???

➙ but even if he doesn’t write it. he DEFINITELY reads it…. (we’ve all seen the clip where he seemed to understand the term “omega”….. meaning he HAS read fan fiction at least some point in his life.)

Felix

➙ lix is a super fan, and he is proud to be one. he’s not ashamed, why should he be? 🤷‍♀️ he thinks you’re cool, and if other people have a problem with that, that’s not felix’s issue to solve!

➙ he has binders full of your/your group’s pcs

➙ he trades online for rare ones

➙ he has every version of every album you’ve ever released, and he keeps them proudly displayed on his shelf.

➙ his walls are covered in posters of you/your group

➙ he giggles when he hears you mentioned, and would jump on ANY opportunity to talk about you and your music

➙ he is BROKE because of you

Seungmin

➙ he pretends not to care about you, in fear of being teased by his friends, but secretly he is a HUGE fanboy

➙ he has secret accounts on social media, where he can follow you, and interact with content related to you/your group, while still remaining anonymous

➙ he has a few of your albums, but he keeps them hidden underneath his bed

➙ his pcs are his prized possessions, but when he has people over they hide in his sock drawer

➙ when he hears your music in public he often catches himself accidentally nodding his head, or tapping his foot to the beat.

➙ he is quick to defend himself, before he is even called out for it “i just like the music that’s why i’m dancing. i don’t even know this song.” what a liar

Jeongin

➙ he goes to EVERY meet and greet. he’d drive hours just to attend

➙ you’ve seen him so many times that you remember his name. it almost feels like you are friends at this point

➙ he’s always super respectful, so it’s exciting when you see him at different events.

➙ he likes to bring you gifts which you always appreciate.

➙ he has gained a large following online for posting about his interactions with you. and you always repost his videos! (which makes him cry tears of happiness).

➙ he also likes to post unboxing videos of all of your albums! (if you are in a group) he gets so excited when he pulls you! his followers love to see his reactions.

#stray kids #kpop #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #felix #seungmin #jeongin #stray kids reactions #stray kids headcanons

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myrmyrtheorca · 5 months

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(making this post for the second time because I done goofed and posted it instead of saving it as a draft)

I'll take the occasion to thank everyone for your support for Anemone's character sheet!

...aaaand it has come to my attention that so far she's received 4 different marriage proposals, so. I'm afraid you guys will have to form a line or something

Now, onto answering your questions! I thought to group them all here as to not flood anyone's dashboard ->

@lixenn asks the following:

• Actually, astigmatism! Caligari offered her corrective surgery multiple times, but she never really followed through with it. Also, she likes to wear them for fashion and has multiple frames for any occasion.

• I'd say she's directly managing around 10 people. She's been selecting the researchers herself. As for the personal assistant, I have yet to assign her one, so thanks for the heads-up as always Lix. 🩵

• Your assumption is correct. Caligari Is a medical doctor, but his knowledge seems to be... uncomfortably vast. He taught Anemone everything needed to take the place of the late Dr. Argenti. She specializes in genetics, because it's believed that the Pallid Flame's origin lies in the genetic history of the Cavalieri.

• Technically no, she doesn't have one and can't get one. The academic career of a Cavalieri, no matter the field, is limited to the family's context. External professionals that choose to cooperate with the Cavalieri (for example, Argenti) are also advised to keep their public presence to the bare minimum, and are constantly kept in check. They have nothing that can officially attest their level of knowledge in public institutions - hell, some of them don't even have a birth certificate to their name.

• fortunately not They met during routine blood work, while Anemone was still studying to become a researcher (and before her transition). Myr commented something nice about her painted nails, she was still an awkward little nerd at the time so that gesture was really appreciated. With time, Anemone got inspired by Myr's confidence and refusal of the family's ways.

• She likes to practice nail art! It's not uncommon for Lidija to get a call from her asking her to come over so Anemone can let the stress out by panting Lidija's nails. Myr refuses to participate

@einsatzzz asks the following:

• Yes! Or at least, they try to be. Anemone is super busy with managing the whole Second Branch, so sometimes they won't see her for weeks. Also, it's kinda risky for her to be seen with Myr often, given she's seen as a troublemaker, but she tries her best to be there (even though it's a really cat Vs dog relationship). Since Myr is often not allowed in recreational spaces, they like to spend their time outside doing mostly things that Myr doesn't get to do due to her restrictions (ex. Picnics, keeping Myr's appearance in check, walks, board games that Lidija sneaks out/Myr steals from the break rooms...)

@ravensilversea asks the following:

• I chose to keep this one for Anemone, since I was already working on her sheet when it arrived. She's a really pragmatic person, and so typically tries to be rational about things. When she does need to wind down or stop her brain from spiraling, she likes to read books. She's really into anthropology, and...bunnies. Manuals, studies, photo books. She's always wanted to keep one, but never felt truly ready.

#THESE WERE A LOT #IM SO HAPPY THOUGH #people got really enthusiastic of her in particular #im glad you guys like the blorbos #thanks to everyone and please feel free to send more asks!!#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr oc #khr fanfic #khr killer whale #killer whale anemone #ask answered #oc ask

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 months

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Yes I'm still using the gifset shut up -Danny Words: 2,811 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: ''Til Kingdom Come' -by Coldplay

LIX: I Wanna Go Home

"What are we looking at?"

"Ah, Señor Zhang, you know how you're always saying, 'Leo, you are the only true genius among demigods'?"

"I'm pretty sure I never said that."

"Well, turns out there are other true geniuses! Because one of them must have made that work of art down there."

When the eery-looking boy taps away in the Archimedes sphere, all Ara sees is her favorite person on Earth, and the closer they get to fighting Gaea, the more Ara wastes her time staring at him.

"It's a stone circle," Frank raises a brow. "Probably the foundation of an old shrine."

"No, it's more than that," Piper studies it carefully. "Look at the ridges and grooves carved around the rim."

"Like the teeth of a gear," Jason points out.

"And those concentric rings." Hazel adds. "The pattern reminds me of Pasiphaë's pendant: the symbol of the Labyrinth."

"Huh." Leo frowns. "Well, I hadn't thought of that. But think mechanical. Frank, Hazel... where did we see concentric circles like that before?"

"The laboratory under Rome—"

"The Archimedes lock on the door," Hazel nods. "It had rings within rings."

"You're telling me that's a massive stone lock? It's, like, fifty feet in diameter." Percy scoffs in disbelief.

"Leo might be right," Annabeth shrugs. "In ancient times, the temple of Asclepius was like the General Hospital of Greece. Everybody came here for the best healing. Aboveground, it was the size of a major city, but supposedly the real action happened belowground. That's where the high priests had their intensive-care super-magical-type compound, accessed by a secret passage."

"So, if that big round thing is the lock, how do we get the key?" Percy asks.

"Way ahead of you, Aquaman."

"Okay, do not call me Aquaman. That's even worse than water boy."

"You gotta give me something, man, you don't let me call you Nemo!"

"My name is Percy."

"Boys, focus," Ara presses.

Leo shifts his attention to Jason, Piper, and her. "You guys remember the giant Archimedes grabber arm I told you I was building?"

"I thought you were kidding," Jason frowns.

"Oh, my friend, I never kid about giant grabber arms!" Leo rubs his palms excitedly. "It's time to go fishing for prizes!"

While Leo and Jason open the entry to the secret palace, Piper pulls her away from the group. For a moment, Ara feels a wild desperation, because she isn't ready to say goodbye and others can see it.

"You okay? I'm getting big waves of 'Help me!' from you, and I was standing pretty far away."

Ara watches how Leo works from a distance. "He treats machines in a kind, gentle way—they need care as much as us... He'll be sorely missed in camp."

Piper tries to get a real answer. "Ara, what's the matter?"

"Take a wild guess," she turns to her with frustration. "Jason is at risk of dying too. How do you feel about that?"

"I don't need to think of Jason to understand it," Piper responds dejectedly. "I'm scared for Leo too—even if he pretends to be okay, he's dreading it as much as us... I can try and make him reconsider."

Ara gives her a dry smile. "And what about me? Are you going to try and charmspeak me too?"

Piper looks like she might cry, but her face sets determinately. "If that's what my General orders me to do."

"This is my order, McLean," Ara squares her shoulders. "We can't fail, so make sure we stick to the plan."

Piper hugs her. "Ara..."

"It's opening!" Leo calls to them. "Piper, Ara, get ready!"

"Idiot mode," Ara kills the flames on her shoulder, groaning as they walk through the empty corridor. "I would've never thought of that."

"I do the absurd thinking for you," Leo winks, looking just as beaten. "I don't know why Hazel was so worried, it was easy."

"Yeah, right," Jason scowls at his ruined T-shirt.

"At least now we're seeing a doctor," Piper says. "He can fix us up."

"If he's a nice doctor—but maybe he's the father of apathetic medics," Ara jokes.

"Sometimes I wish you used your inner voice," Jason grumbles.

Piper knocks on the door gently. "Dr Asclepius?"

The guy behind the desk reminds Ara so much of her father—Paul, not the other idiot—that it softens her. He's got the hair, and smiles in the same playful yet calming manner her dad does, Ara almost expects him to start talking to Leo in Spanish.

"Hello!"

"Doctor." Piper smiles. "We'd be so grateful for your help. We need the physician's cure." Six months ago the girl had to lean on Ara to get her charmspeak working, now she's pouring it out of her effortlessly.

Asclepius presses a hand to his chest. "Oh, my dear, I would be delighted to help."

"You would?" Piper pulls herself out of the shock promptly. "I mean, of course you would!"

"Come in! Come in!"

The tug of nostalgia grows stronger when they enter his office: it reminds her of the infirmary in the camp. It's crazy, she's been away for only two months, but it comes down on her just now, as she's reaching the end of her trip—being so close yet so far from home is pure torture.

"Please, sit!" There are only two chairs, so Leo and Ara remain standing behind Jason and Piper. "So, I can't tell you how nice it is to actually talk with patients. The last few thousand years, the paperwork has got out of control. Rush, rush, rush. Fill in forms. Deal with red tape. Not to mention the giant alabaster guardian who kills everyone in the waiting room. It takes all the fun out of medicine!"

"Yeah, Hygeia is kind of a downer," Leo replies.

"My real daughter Hygeia isn't like that, I assure you," Asclepius chuckles. "She's quite nice. At any rate, you did well reprogramming the statue. You have a surgeon's hands."

"Leo with a scalpel?" Jason gets goosebumps. "Don't encourage him."

The doctor laughs openly. "Now, what seems to be the trouble?" He scans Jason. "Hmm... Imperial gold sword wound, but that's healed nicely. No cancer, no heart problems. Watch that mole on your left foot, but I'm sure it's benign."

Jason's eyes widen. "How did you—"

"Oh, of course! You're a bit short-sighted! Simple fix." He draws out a case and scribbles something on a notepad before handing it to the boy. "Keep the prescription for future reference, but these lenses should work. Try them on."

"Wait," Leo smirks. "Jason is short-sighted?"

"I—I have had a little trouble seeing stuff from a distance lately, I thought I was just tired." He puts on the glasses and blinks a few times. "Wow. Yeah. That's better."

"You look very distinguished," Piper smiles.

"Your transformation to nerd has been completed," Ara pipes in.

Leo snickers. "I'd go for contacts—glowing orange ones with cat's-eye pupils. Those would be cool."

"Glasses are fine," Jason glares at them. "Thanks, uh, Dr Asclepius, but that's not why we came."

"No? Well, let's see then..." He turns to Piper. "You seem fine, my dear. Broken arm when you were six. Fell off a horse?"

"How could you possibly know that?" Piper breathes in awe.

"Vegetarian diet—No problem, just make sure you're getting enough iron and protein. Hmm... a little weak in the left shoulder. I assume you got hit with something heavy about a month ago?"

"A sandbag in Rome. That's amazing."

"Alternate ice and a hot pack if it bothers you," Asclepius looks up at the person behind her, which happens to be Ara. His smile falters like he's reading something nonsensical. "Who are you?"

"Arae Jackson..." she voices reluctantly.

"The daughter of Olympus! That explains it," the doctor chuckles but still looks slightly tense. "You'll be fine."

"Cool," Ara tries to push her sarcasm to its lowest level. "That'll help me sleep at night."

"You sleep? Even better!" The doctor moves to Leo. "And you... Oh, my—Oh, I see..." The god's happy demeanor deflates as if there's nothing left to do.

"What?" Jason demands. "What's wrong with Leo?"

"Hey, doc," Leo clears his throat. "We came for the physician's cure. Can you help us? I've got some Pylosian mint here and a very nice yellow daisy..."

"Hold it," Piper interrupts. "Is there something wrong with Leo? Because he's planning to do something crazy, and if that won't help him—"

"Seriously, guys," Leo presses. "I'm fine, except for the fact that Gaia's destroying the world tomorrow, so I'm a bit bummed out about it. Let's focus."

"So this daisy was picked by my father, Apollo?" Asclepius continues. Ara has to admire his determination to maintain Leo's dignity.

"Yep—He sends hugs and kisses."

"I do hope Dad comes through this war all right," he glances at Ara. "You should too. Now, the only missing ingredient is the heartbeat of the chained god."

"I have it," Piper says. "At least... I can summon the makhai."

"Excellent. Just a moment, dear—Spike, are you ready?" The doctor asks to his staff.

Leo can't help snorting. "Your snake's name is Spike?" The python spreads its deathly-looking crown with a hiss. "My bad," he squeaks. "Of course your name is Spike."

"He's a little grumpy," Asclepius explains. "People are always confusing my staff with the staff of Hermes, which has two snakes, obviously. Over the centuries, people have called Hermes's staff the symbol of medicine, when of course it should be my staff. Spike feels slighted. George and Martha get all the attention."

"Unacceptable," Ara retorts plainly.

"Pylosian mint—certainty of death," the god lists the ingredients on his desk. "The curse of Delos—anchoring that which cannot be anchored. Now the final ingredient: the heartbeat of the chained god—chaos, violence and fear of mortality—My dear, you may release the makhai."

Wind surrounds Piper before it slides across the desk, carrying screams with it, and landing directly into Spike's mouth. The python then swallows the rest of the ingredients.

"Won't the poison hurt him?" Jason asks with curiosity.

"No, no," Asclepius brushes it off. "Wait and see."

Spike regurgitates a glass tube containing a dark reddish liquid that looks like thick blood, it's fragile, thin, and unassumingly small. "Lovely," Ara gulps, feeling sick. "That's it?"

"The physician's cure." Asclepius picks up the vial and blinks in confusion. "Wait... why did I agree to make this?"

"Because we need it to save the world. It's very important. You're the only one who can help us." Piper says, reaching out for it.

"Of course," Asclepius smiles again. "I forgot. But you must be careful. Hades hates it when I raise people from the dead. The last time I gave someone this potion, the Lord of the Underworld complained to Zeus, and I was killed by a lightning bolt. BOOM!"

Ara makes a face. "I know how that feels..."

Leo tilts his head. "You look pretty good for a dead guy."

"Oh, I got better. That was part of the compromise. You see, when Zeus killed me, my father Apollo got very upset. He couldn't take out his anger on Zeus directly; the king of the gods was much too powerful. So Apollo took revenge on the makers of lightning bolts instead. He killed some of the Elder Cyclopes. For that, Zeus punished Apollo... quite severely. Finally, to make peace, Zeus agreed to make me a god of medicine, with the understanding that I wouldn't bring anyone else back to life. And yet here I am... giving you the cure."

"Because you realize how important this is," Piper insists when the god's eyes lose focus. "You're willing to make an exception."

"Yes... At any rate, the potion must be administered as soon as possible after death. It can be injected or poured into the mouth. And there is only enough for one person. Do you understand me?" He looks pointedly at Leo.

"We understand," Piper glances at the boy with concern. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Asclepius? Your guardian is out of commission. You'd be really helpful aboard the Argo II."

"The Argo... back when I was a demigod, I sailed on the original ship, you know," he smiles. "Ah, to be a carefree adventurer again!"

"Yeah..." Jason lowers his gaze and pouts. "Carefree."

"But, alas, I cannot. Zeus will already be quite angry with me for helping you. Besides, the guardian will reprogram itself soon. You should leave. Best wishes, demigods. And, if you see my father again, please... give him my regrets."

This is a haven she'll miss, but she must face the world no matter how much it stresses her out—it is what she asked for, after all. Ara doesn't want to leave, but the reason she wants to stay is ridiculous.

"Birdy?" Leo tugs her hand. "Time to go."

The girl clears her throat and nods, turning around quickly. "Gods, I miss my parents."

"So where are you putting that?" Percy asks. "It has to be close to you when you die, so where are you keeping it?"

"Festus," Ara and Leo reply.

"We've been working on something... Leo did, since we started building the ship," Ara glances at the boy, still grumpy about it. "The blueprints never made much sense because they were two machines combined."

Annabeth raises a brow. "You're trusting Festus will work perfectly on its first try?"

"All my machines work on their first try, Chase, don't insult me," Leo scoffs.

No one speaks against it, all they know is they've been talking to Nike and Apollo, and their plan is solid enough to give them a glimmer of hope. That is all they'll get while handling two prophecies at once.

"Okay, then!" Leo claps, bringing them out of their stupor. "Athens tomorrow morning, gang. Be ready to fight some giants."

"Yeah..." Frank heaves a sigh. "I know I'll sleep well."

***

Leo sets the cure in place. "That'll do."

He traces the outline of Festus's open panel with reverence and Ara's heart tightens at the scene. Leo spent months perfecting the ship, and now they'll have to say goodbye to it... It's meant to be, but that doesn't mean it hurts less.

"Stop staring like that," Leo mumbles. "You make me feel like a wounded animal."

Ara looks away. "I know we didn't have a blast here... but I love this spanking hot war machine."

Leo scans the room wistfully. "We had our first kiss here, remember?"

All she can do is nod. Leo stands and hugs her loosely, leaning his head on her shoulder. Ara takes a shaky breath. "Such clumsy and unromantic first kiss—"

"Shut up." Leo scolds her. "You don't get to decide what it was. It's my first kiss. Mine." He shakes his head and steps back slightly. "I've heard all of your stories—even the ones you probably don't want me to know, and they tell me that inside this immaculate Barbie, there is a human girl who doesn't care about perfection. Why do you torture yourself like this?"

"That Ara isn't good enough," she scowls. "I'm better this way."

Leo frowns. "Do you know how much I love you just the way you are?"

"Do you know how long it took me to become the Ara that you know?" She asks back. "Nothing comes naturally, Leo. I don't wake up and simply exist—it's a full-time job..." Her voice dies a little, her words reminding her of what Eros hissed at Nico.

"Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work—a quest that never ends. It demands everything from you—especially the truth. Only then does it yield rewards."

Ara's voice quivers. "I know you love me, Leo... I don't think I've done a good job loving you, that's all."

The boy cradles her face so she looks at him. "You warned me of the risks, and I fell in love anyway. You didn't trick me into being here, and I'll never regret it."

"I'm sorry," she sulks. "I focused on being a leader and I pushed our relationship aside, I should've—"

"Look at me," he insists, holding her firmly. "I dare you to say we weren't happy."

Ara tears up. "I thought I had more than enough to get by and then... I met you. I laughed and loved so much—life was beautiful for a moment. I was so lucky."

Leo's hands are shaking, but he manages a crooked smile. "Honestly, I still can't believe my luck either. My girlfriend is the hottest girl to ever live—" He lowers his gaze a moment when his voice breaks, unable to hide his true feelings. "Gods, Ara..." he takes a shaky breath. "I used to be so lonely."

Festus interrupts and Leo responds without looking up. "Yeah, buddy, it's time." The dragon creaks again and the boy chuckles weakly. "Yes, she'll wait for us. Won't you, doll?"

Ara pouts and nods, Leo wipes the tears from her face tenderly. "I've been waiting on you my whole life, and I'd like to say there is no pressure, but..."

Leo smirks. "I love a challenge."

Ara grins through the tears, then glances at the cure in Festus's panel. "So this is really happening, huh?"

"Too late to change plans," the boy nods, also staring at the vial.

"You can sleep in my cabin tonight."

"PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" Bufford hollers.

They burst out laughing. "Don't worry, son," Leo tells the small table as he closes the access panel. He then holds Ara's hand and pulls her out of the engine room. "We'll save that part for when I get back."

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drunk-dazed [i’m yours]

fluff… slight nsfw and even angst if you blink real quick

taking care of the sick + drunk love interest trope (because iT WORKS AND ITS FUN)

ANDD?? THIS PICTURE OF HYUNJIN??? LIVES WERE CHANGED.

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“This shit won’t go away!”

You cackled at the sight of the everlasting sunshine, also known as Lee Felix, or as some would say, your best friend, that was currently fighting against some contact lenses that he couldn’t take off.

“Need a hand?” You teased.

“Need you to shut up, I can do this.” He grinned at you through the mirror.

Felix had recently moved to this bigger, better place he had found thanks to a so-called “friend” of his —because you knew Lix was head over heels and just absolutley into this Changbin guy you hadn’t met- yet. A friend of Changbin was in need of a roomate, and after several meetings, hanging out together and getting to know eachother, Felix moved in and you got to meet the guy. Not your best friend’s love interest, which you would meet later, but him. The roomate.

Hwang Hyunjin.

If he had told you he was a professional model, you would’ve believed it. You gave Felix a look when the tall boy with blond locks wasn’t paying attention, and lifted your eyebrows with a smile.

“He’s hot!” You meant. The Australian boy got that by your face and giggled, grinning at you with a sly smile-

And that’s when you knew you’d sorta fucked up, because when the little sunshine’s lovelife was marked as checked in his needs, he always had turned to yours, attempting of setting you up with people you’d expressed somewhat interest in. But, for some reason, your friend kept sucking at his Cupid moments and the people kept either running away (he would argue that ‘that just happened ONCE’ but it happened) or kindly (sometimes not so kindly) rejecting you.

And well, after some time bumping into eachother due to your countless visits to the boy’s apartment in hopes of running away from your own roomates, you could say you maybe sorta kinda developed a teenie tiny crush on his cute roomate. The moment you told to the boy with freckles, he did his weird magic.

And it turned out exactly as expected. Well, actually, Hyunjin didn’t really reject you personally.

Lix had aproached him while he was painting. He rejected the idea of going out with you. In a quite mean way. They had argued for a bit. He had frowned and at the end, left.

Over simplified, you had listened to Felix’s explanation of the situation, face pampered in confusion. Even though the Australian had said that Hyunjin had been in quite a mood for the past week, Yongbok had apologized till exahustion, until you insisted that he should just take his make up off and go to bed. After the lenses moment, he did.

Still, you didn’t leave. You could’t, not just yet.

Not like it was a big deal, but Hyunjin hadn't come back since he had left that afternoon, and it was getting late.

You wandered around in the kitchen, eating some almost-expired raspberries, just a tad worried about your bestie’s stupidly cute roomate. You then launched yourself into the sofa, scrolling through your feed when you saw it.

Hyunjin’s instagram shined back in blue light. You blinked, surprised. Hwang always kept blabbering about taking care of what he posted, even more than the art he made. According to Lix, Hyunjin had been a bit mad when he left, but something inside of you kept telling you that all hell would break loose if he realized what someone- cause there was no way in hell that the blond boy would post this. You shivered. It was a stack of pics on his stories. The first one, yeah, it was ok. The second one, yeah, he looked good- not that he looked bad in the first one. But the third one? Lord have mercy. A impulsive thought caresses your mind as you wondered ehat would the reaction be if you stroke those amazing abs with your tongue.

He had posted a picture which clearely screamed “I am drunk”, laughing like he would be unable to do so in a short time, eyes shaped like crescent moons and mouth almost wide open. And did I mention his white shirt was not only a bit messy and see-through, but also unbuttoned. As in, that chiseled chess table could be seen by all those people in wherever the hell he was, and now all of his followers too -and that wasn’t a small amount of people. He’d be crossed about it, sooner or later. And mad people were always a pain in the ass to deal with. And you liked the boy, lets be fair. You aproached the kitchen and starting preparing a special beberage that you uncle had taught you, one that knocked hangovers away and killed most of the dizziness away, plus a coffe for yourself. You knew you would need it.

For a moment, you thought it would feel weird. After all, its not like it was something that you would do for anyone, or that you expected the same treatment from him. You were just doing it because… well, because. For some reason it didn't feel odd, rather like something you could keep doing if you could help him, and also if that meant he wouldn't be angry at you. It didn’t hurt you if he was now, because you didn't really do anything to the boy with bleached locks, therefore couldn’t know how to make amends or start all over... still, trying to come up with an idea regarding how exactly to deal with it. You sighed, wonderind in your mind if you were just a loser waiting and caring for someone that had already rejected the idea of going out with you when suddenly, Hyunjin opened the door, coming back... a bit tipsy.

Well. Definetely more than just a bit, and more than tipsy. High-key drunk, to be honest. You pouted at the sight, but it didn’t surprise you. At least he remembered how to come back. You sighed a bit relieved, aproaching him. "You... you still here?" He mumbled messily, fighting hard to keep balance on those long legs of his. You looked down, fidgeting with your fingernairls.

"Yeah... I'm... sorry, I guess." "Maybe I should be saying that" he said insted, surprising you. You grinned soflty at him, seeing how hard he was trying to not collapse all over the floor. Yeah. High-key drunk for sure.

"C'mon, lets get you to bed. It's late." Suddenly he started retching, as if he was going to vomit. Oh, fuck. You turned pale, quickly taking him in front of the toilet as he started... well, you know.

"It's ok, better outside than inside." You tried joking as you kept some of his hair out of his way, and he smiled lightly, sitting against the cold tile wall as if it was the only thing that could save him.

You bit your lip as you settled your hand on his forehead, trying hard to ignore the massive 360° spin you stomach had made when Hyunjin smiled lazily, and the earthquake that remained when he leaned into the touch of your somewhat cold hand.

“Hey, Hyunjin. Are you cold or in pain?” You asked. For a moment you were glad that you never chose medecine as a career path. You were doing something great for the world when not putting yourself in these kind of situations. At least, that’s how you felt about it.

“Well,” he started wobbily, but with a solid confidence. “First of all, am I hot? Indoubtebly.” He stopped talking, and you nodded, thinking that was it and he was just drunk, but he continued. “Now, would throwing myself to an olympic swimming pool at -40°C while being punched in the guts resemble to my current state? Absolutely.”

“So you are drunk…” you tied your hair up in a messy bun. “And sick.” You cursed under your breath.

So. Sick people. Aid. C’mon brain, do your thing.

You looked at the mirror in the bathroom and the situation showed up in your mind sort of like a puzzle. Sat on the cold bathroom tile in your best friend’s appartment, with someone that had rejected a date with you sitting in front of you, a mix between yellow and white colors on his face as he started sweating and shivering.

“First, we need to sober you up. And shower, if possible.” You stood up. Looked at him. “Ok. We’ll most likely skip shower.”

You helped him stand back on his feet and you took him to his room. That was the first time you’d been there, but there would be some other time to be nosy, so you didn’t pay attention to it. Instead, Hyunjin had collapsed into the bed after your command, and as softly as you could started taking his shoes off, following with the jacket he was wearing. You emptied his pockets and left everything on the nightstand, not really looking into the contents, because your mind was screaming to you, something you didn’t quite know how to approach.

change his clothes.

You shook your head sideways. You’d do that later.

After taking the biggest container in the kitchen and leaving it next to the blond boy, you also managed to set a towel beneath him, in case he would wake up and vomit.

Because he had just fallen asleep. You smiled to yourself. Then the idea came back.

change his clothes.

You sighed. Bright red. Opened his closet. Took some random sweatpants. And then got closer to the sleepy man.

He was almost drooling, yet he still looked handsome as ever. Mind blank, you started unbuckling his belt.

don’t look, for the love of shit.

As quickly as you could, you unzipped and pulled his pants down, replacing them with the ones you’d taken fron the closet.

As you pretended that you hadn’t look at his cute bubble butt, you layed on the bed next to him, still as far as you could so you wouldn’t annoy him. After laying a damp cloth on his forehead, you fell asleep with him.

[…]

It felt like too soon, and it probably was. But Hyunjin had woken up, sweating, eyes bluntly opened, and overall scared.

“Hey,” you cooed. “Hey, little prince, its okay.” You approaced him, caressing his damaged but soft blond hair. “I’m right here. It’s ok.”

He was still looking at the celing, as if he hadn’t listened to what you’d just said when he started gagging again. You quickly turned him as he vomited inside the container you’d picked up before. Such a smartass, Felix would’ve said.

“I’m… sorry.” Hyunjin said.

“Hey, it’s ok. It was just a fever dream. I’m here. Go back to sleep, ok?”

He looked at you, eyes glossy as your heart ached for a second. He raised his hands to his features quickly. He looked… frustrated? As if he didn’t know how to react or respond?

“God, you’re just…” You looked at him, a hint of amusement in your eyes as you waited for him to continue. “…insane.”

Well that you didn’t expect, for sure. It was such a weird thing to say. Which you commented, and he just laughed kind of breathlessly.

“I’ve been feeling like shit for the past weeks. I’d need to apologize to Lix later… I took it out on both of you. I’m sorry.”

“You know you can talk to either of us when you need, Hyun. Don’t worry about it, I get it, shit happens.”

“It’s just that… well one thing stupid lead to another, I was already having a bad day, and then I got called… Kkami, my dog, he… he might need to go through surgery. I know, it’s not… there are worse things, but…” his hands were covering his eyes.

You almost launched yourself to him, trying to hug away all of his sadness and worry. “Don’t belittle what makes you feel things, Jin. If it makes you feel something, then its important.” He slipped his arms around me and pushed you just enough so you remained as close to him as you could, your legs tangled around his.

“But I was mean to you and Felix. And I- I don’t… that’s not what I want..” His big hands cupped your face, and you followed with one of them almost automatically.

“Don’t get you tiddies in a twist, Prince.” You giggled, he snorted. “It’s ok for you to feel things, and if you know you did wrong then say it. End of story.”

“Still, I lied… Your face is red. Did I make you mad?”

Fuck, exposed. “No, Hyun. I’m happy that you trust me.”

He tsked. “If it wasn’t for my big mouth, right now I could do other things. Like dating you.”

“Jin, this a proposition?” You giggled jokingly.

“It’s a warning.”

“Go to sleep, little prince.” You snorted. “Repeat your words tomorrow, sober, and you might get lucky.”

You were bluffing.

Like, 85% joking. Couldn’t believe for a fact that the drunk, caring man that fell asleep beneath you was being honest.

But surprises happened, and this time, it happened sideways.

“A package for Mr. Hwang?”

“Yes. It’s here, thank you!” You mentioned, slipping past Hyunjin’s confused manner and smiled to the delivery man.

“What-?”

“Got you a new paint cleaning set! You…” You rubbed your neck, sheepishly. “You mumble when you sleep, and you said something about needing one… In my defense… eh… I have nothing to say in my defense, I just…”

You would’ve kept on rambling if it werent for some strawberry flavoured lips on yours. It was barely for a second, but it made your whole body reset for a good solid second.

You looked at him as red as the jacket he was wearing.

“Sorry. You’re cute when you don’t mean to, couldn’t resist myself.” He was biting his bottom lip, one you were wishing was against your own.

“Excuse you, little Prince. Take me for a date first.” You joked, in an unkown attempt of picking up yourself from the shock or something.

He smiled, siren eyes looking deeply entertained. “Lets go to my art studio down the street. And yeah, shortcake, its a date.”

well, point for Felix. That was a first.

soft hours

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