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sunboki · 1 year ago

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hi august!! it’s 🍭 anon from your blurboki blog!! i just had the worst shift of my entire life. i had to close my whole store down by myself after working 12 hours at two different jobs while running on two hours of sleep and i was so behind that i was there an hour past my scheduled shift. if you have the time, could you give me headcanons of how skz would comfort a stressed reader coming home from work and breaking down in front of them;( my boys are the only thing keeping my sanity right now. i hope you’ve had a good day today, and your mom is so cute for those minsung texts<33

🧷 SKZ COMFORTING YOU AFTER A STRESSFUL DAY

・ including. ot8

・ warnings crying, nicknames, mental breakdowns, angst

note. rushing to write this as fast i can because you deserve it for being so unbelievably sweet and incredible. you’re doing amazing i hope you know that, and please, even if it’s hard to make time while being so busy, make time to take care of yourself, okay? i recommend watching episodes 33, 52, and 61 of chan’s room, they’re some of my favorite comfort watches <3

CHAN hates when you cry. He hates it so much it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He could still perfectly remember how your voice had shook, looking so utterly sad and broken and it made him feel like everything was his fault—that he should’ve done better. Better at protecting you, caring for you, everything. Not like he didn’t before, just better. Urging you to take deep breaths and listen to him as he spoke, he pulled you into his chest, helping calm your frantic heart down. “It’s going to be okay, listen to me baby, you’re okay.” Chan whispered, soul splintering into pieces from your fragile hiccups against his t-shirt, sounding so fragile and pained. Oh what he would give to kiss all your worries away, hug you close to him for eternity—till you never felt this way ever again. He would. He’d stay here all night—no, his entire life—if that’s what it took.

MINHO kicked his feet as he walked back to your place, plastic bag filled with snacks from the convenience store swinging aimlessly beside him. Though suddenly his phone began ringing, face lighting up upon seeing your number. “Jagi~ did you miss m-“..Min.. can you come home faster please? I really need you right now.” Something was wrong. Very wrong. He’d never stopped in his tracks so fast, bag long abandoned behind him as he sprinted as fast as he could. Basically slamming into the door with panic before collecting you—who was curled up on the floor—into his arms and hushing your rambles, rocking back and forth as he let you cry, cry and cry until you murmured that your face hurt from the tears and he eased you to fall asleep, giving your lips an open kiss as your head tipped back against his shoulder, finally succumbing to the exhaustion. Minho didn’t need to know what happened, what was wrong. He didn’t care, you could save that for later. Right now, he needed to make sure his love was safe and warm.

CHANGBIN looked up from his phone as the key to the door clicked, awaiting you with upturned lips and happiness-filled crescent moon eyes. That was, before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, choking on the bubbling sob threatening to climb up your throat. It was like slow-motion watching you crumble, and he immediately grabbed your hands and led you to the foot of your shared bed, giving your hands soft squeezes. A silent, ‘I’m here, so don’t be afraid to talk to me.’ Speaking words that didn’t need to be spoken. Changbin was good at that. “I’m just so overwhelmed with work and life and today was beyond shitty. And it’s unbelievably hard sometimes to exist, y’know?” He nods in response, appearing equally upset. Watching you break down is extremely difficult for him, but he knows this is how you recover, how you get through this and he can’t interfere. Without saying anything, the rapper stares at you so lovingly, beckoning you into a long, cozy hug as he pats the top of your head.

HYUNJIN could see the heart-breaking glossiness of your eyes before any words were shared between you two. Simultaneously, he lifted a finger to your lips, brows lifted expectantly. “Shh.. not yet, not yet. Wait, sweetness.” Then proceeds to wrap you into a blanket burrito and turn on disney movies at low volume while you’re pulled into his lap on the couch, all in a matter of thirty seconds. He runs gentle fingers along your cheeks, trailing up to thumb away stray tears dappling your under eyes. So, so delicate, like someone could snap the line of carefulness with a dull butter knife. Hyunjin listens to you attentively, as if you were the only thing existent in the moment. He listens and listens and listens some more, letting you release all the built up anxiety and stress drowning you. Once you finish, he ever-so slightly tips your chin to kiss him, hands cupping either side of your face. “We’re going to get through this together, trust me.”

HAN’s entire expression shifts instantly, brows knitting with concern and eyes growing wide. “Baby?” Head snapping up, he frantically nods, debating on what his first move should be. “Could I.. cry? For a second.” You shakily ask, and to say his heart broke was an understatement. “Baby, you never have to ask. Now c’mere.” He meekly smiles, patting the spot on the couch beside him. Turns out, your boyfriend isn’t as strong as you thought, because a mere ten minutes into your crying and he joins, whining jumbled sentences in between sobs about how he plans to beat up whoever’s responsible until you begin laughing at him and he cries even more because: “I love you so much— stop laughing~” and “I don’t understand why you’re laughing, this is sad!” Not to mention this crying fiasco eventually leads to the both of you fast asleep sprawled on the couch, snacks and drinks scattered everywhere as emotional support. Nonetheless, you could always count on Jisung to be there for you, cry with you, laughing with you, anything. Always.

FELIX throws off his oven mitts upon hearing your bag hit the floor, but what he hadn’t expected at the door were heavy tears steaming down your face, sniffing profusely to replace the air quickly snatched from your lungs with each breath. He falters, assessing the situation at hand. You’re incapable of talking, mind racing too fast too properly react. Although, without fail, Felix ushers you into a chair, pulling his own up to sit in front of you. Big, mystifyingly beautiful brown orbs study your face, kindly making eye-contact in the midst of your blinking. Reassurance, kindness. Felix is undeniably patient, undeniably kind. He disappears, scouring through cabinets to return with a small dessert and an equally small fork. Tediously cutting a small bite, he holds the treat up to you, humming like a proud mother watching her baby eat when you take a bite. One by one, more and more bites. More humming, more light touches brushing away sticky strands of hair plastered onto your face. Quiet. Your apartment is quiet and has been since you returned. No one has said a word, but Felix seems to always find a way to say how much he loves and cares for you.

SEUNGMIN can tell. Even on the most normal of days, he can tell. Like today, when you nonchalantly kissed his cheek like you usually did and retreated into the bedroom, he could tell. A shift in the air. Subtle, but a shift in the air, because when he walked in afterwards, leaning forward where you sat, laptop placed on your desk, he watched you stifle a billowing noise before the wave crashed and you buried your face in your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, Seungmin.” Using his name like that, not Minnie or Min, but Seungmin told him all he needed to know. Wrapping himself around you from behind, he sighed softly. “I know you’re tired, and I know you want to stop but you’re doing good. You’ve been doing good, so please don’t let this bad day ruin better days in the future. ‘M so proud of you.” He mumbles against your neck, leaving chaste kisses there. For Seungmin, your boyfriend that (playfully) picked fun at you to be saying things like this meant a lot. You couldn’t contain the tears after that. “I love you, Minnie.” — “No, ‘love you more.” — “Are you sure?” — “Nope.” — “Hey!”

JEONGIN struggles to make out your shape in the darkness, laying in bed where he’d been waiting for you. Today you returned late, stuttering over every chance of communicating as you clumsily slipped into bed beside him. He immediately raised up, nudging you closer to him to cuddle. “Mm love, what’s going on, tell me.” He asked, tone low from sleep. “I don’t want to talk about it, ‘just want you, Innie.” He cracks a weak smile, burying his face in your collarbone. “Then I’m here, for you.” Jeongin hums, allowing you to mumble your frustrations and thoughts without complaint, trying to reply his best while feeling himself drift off periodically. Eventually, you both fall asleep beside each other, limbs tangled and hair splayed in all directions. In the morning he helps ice your puffy eyes, big hands holding onto your hips gently as your back lean against him, both brushing your teeth. And you decide, with Jeongin, nothing can be wrong. Nothing can hurt, nothing bad will last. He’s safe. You love him.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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pretty-blkgirl · 1 year ago

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A Month Later...

PART TWO OF TWO

~ Part One ~

//gn!reader x minsung//

Synopsis: When your ex boyfriends finally decide to contact you after a sudden breakup.

Genre: angst

Warnings: poly relationship, characters being insecure, unsupportive parent, crying, overall sad af

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Jisung bit his lip nervously and Minho's hands seemed to be sweaty. They weren’t talking, and you were getting irritated.

“I’m about to leave” You announce, “Because it seems like you guys brought me here for no reason”

“That’s not true” Jisung quickly says

He looked like he hadn't slept in days, immediately causing your heart to break a little.

“Then talk” You stress, suppressing an annoyed sigh, “Just tell me what’s going on”

“We wanted to say that we were sorry” Minho starts, daring to look in your eyes but immediately looking away when he sees that look on your face.

He hates that look, he always has. That’s the look that makes his stomach ache and his throat close. A face he’s only seen a couple of times the entire time he’s known you.

A look of pure sadness.

Grief, almost. It makes tears start to pool in his eyes. Minho was never much of a crier, but he’d shed a thousand tears if someone he loved was hurting.

A million if it was you or Han that was hurting.

A billion if he was the cause of your suffering.

So he started to cry. You don’t make a move to comfort him, instead, you look away and shut your eyes tight. You wanted so badly to plug your ears so you wouldn’t hear his sniffles and whimpers.

You couldn’t stand to see either one of your ex-lovers cry. You almost started to sob as his crying only got worse, but decided to grab your bag and stand up.

“Please” Jisung quickly blurted, stopping himself from grabbing your arm to pull you back down, “Don’t leave. Please.”

You groan, glancing at Minho as he starts to calm down a bit, “Tell me why you called me here. Stop wasting my time”

You don’t sit back down, but you don’t make another move to leave. Minho takes a few more seconds to get himself together and starts speaking when he’s ready;

“We never wanted to hurt you y/n. I swear”

You roll your eyes at this. Same, typical shit you’ve heard a thousand times before.

“So what Minho? Huh? You didn’t mean to hurt me but you did, now what?”

Jisung speaks now, standing along with you, “Baby I promise we only broke up with you for your sake”

Your eyes damn near pop out of your head when you hear this. For your sake? How was any of this for YOUR sake?

This has been the worst month of your life, you’ve been miserable for the last 30 days and he has the nerve to say they did this for you?

Bullshit

“How so Jisung? How was breaking up with me out of fucking NOWHERE for my sake?”

“We just felt like you deserved better” He explains

“BETTER?” You repeated so loud you’re sure the neighbors heard you, “You both know I wanted no one else but you. I only needed you, I saw and STILL see no one who could even compete with you”

Minho decides to stand as well, walking closer to you, “You say that now y/n. But what about 10, 20 years from now? Will you still be saying that?”

“YES” You scream, “You two were the loves of my life”

During the entirety of the relationship, you made sure to let the boys know you loved them with everything in you, and they did the same with you.

However, you all had some insecurities. The boys had partners before you that broke them down, and you had several relationships that left you with everlasting issues.

To say they thought you deserved better really confused you, because you always thought the same about them.

“Is there someone else?” You ask, voice breaking a little, “Did you find someone better? Is someone prettier? Smarter?”

“Don’t say things like that,” Minho pleaded, quietly, “There’s no one more attractive, more smart, more funny, or more perfect than you. You’re everything to us, y/n”

“Then why are we here?” You questioned, “Why aren’t we still together? We should be in bed together, sleeping in, or in the kitchen making breakfast. Not having this conversation! I couldn’t have been perfect for you! I couldn’t have been enough”

You take a quick second to catch your breath and both boys try to speak, but you put your hand up to silence them, “You two could have anyone you wanted, but you picked me. And when we started this relationship, I asked you guys if you were sure you wanted to do this. You told me yes! And they said you’d never hurt me, and look at what you did”

“We were sure! We wanted you” Jisung clarifies

“THEN WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT DID I DO? WHAT CAN I CHANGE ABOUT MYSELF? TELL ME SO THE NEXT PERSON I'M WITH DOESN’T STRING ME ALONG FOR A FUCKING YEAR JUST TO BREAK MY HEART FOR NO REASON”

Your tears had escaped by now. Jisung had to sit back down once he felt his knees go weak. Minho was still standing but started to pace around the room with his head in his hands”

This whole conversation was going nowhere. They weren’t telling you everything and you didn’t want to waste any more time on this relationship.

You take a deep breath, calming every nerve in your body, “You have two seconds to tell me the whole truth.”

Minho walks back over to you and gestures for you to sit. You do, and watch as he sits next to Jisung

Jisung takes a couple of breaths and looks at Minho for reassurance, to which the older gives him a slight nod. He then looks at you, “A couple of months ago you took us to meet your family. And we were….really nervous.”

You nod, allowing the memories to play in your head. The boys were so scared that your family wouldn’t like them. They made sure to ask about all of your mom’s favorite hobbies, your dad’s favorite foods, and your sister’s favorite shows. They studied all those things day and night, making sure they knew every topic inside and out so they’d have no trouble conversing with your family.

They grabbed a bottle of your parents’ favorite wine and picked up some flowers for your sister.

You told them your mom’s favorite color so they made sure to incorporate that into their outfits. It was so cute, and it made you feel good that they did all that to try and impress your folks.

From what you remember, your family loved the boys. Your mom and sister loved them from the very beginning, your dad was a little protective but he seemed to get along with them by the end of the night.

“Well,” Jisung continues, “You remember when your father took us outside to talk?”

“Yeah, you guys talked about music right?”

“That’s what we told you. But that’s not what happened”

His frown deepened as he started to think back to what happened, “He asked us how long we’ve- Minho and me- been together. We told him. He said we were a beautiful couple and then started talking about our future. He asked us when we were gonna get married, buy a house, have kids, and stuff like that. The thing is, he never included you in those questions. So we said we wanted to do whatever you wanted to do. Whenever you were ready, we were ready”

“He didn’t like that…” Minho said, deciding to take over the story so Jisung could have a break, “Then he got upset, He asked us why we chose you to ‘experiment with’. He told us we’d never be able to give you the life you deserved. He said we could never make you truly happy”

You felt a mix of anger and immense disappointment in the pit of your stomach. Thinking back on it, your ex-lovers were a bit distant after the time with your family, but they told you the stress from work was to blame.

After a day or two, they seemed to be back to their old selves.

Though, they did start to ask if you thought about the future. They asked if you saw a future with them, and you said yes. You all regularly had deep conversations, so you paid no mind to the questions.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me? I would have spoken to him and made him apologize”

“Because what if he’s right, y/n? What if we can’t give you everything you deserve? You deserve the entire world. And it’s not like this was some random person saying all these things, this was your father. He only wants the best for you, and he didn’t see the best in us”

You sigh, making a mental note to talk with your dad later.

“Listen, I'm sorry for what he said. No matter how he feels, he shouldn’t have said that. I understand why it made you question the relationship, but you should have talked to me.”

“You’re right”: Jisung says, “And we’re sorry. This month has been so miserable. We miss you so much”

You smile for the first time in a while, making the boys mimic your expression.

“I miss you more”

You all talked for a while more, and you decided to give them another chance only if they promised to be more communicative. You knew it would take time to fully trust them again, and you knew all three of you would need some reassurance, but you all were willing to do whatever you could to make the relationship work.

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k-krissten · 1 year ago

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Interstellar | part IIII

Minsung x Fem!

Synopsis: Nova is the star of K-pop, and also the best friend of Jisung and Minho, she is the girl of the moment, and her falling in love with them will change everything, although it will be for the better... Or not?

Warning: A lot of anguish, violence, mention of blood and Nova has a panic attack.

When Nova noticed that she was having a panic attack it was usually when it had already started and she could no longer control it. She felt cold sweat break out, her hands trembled, her eyes could no longer control the tears and her legs gave out.

The feeling of pressure in her chest and the sensation that she was being suffocated frightened her. It was not the first time she had had a crisis like this, but without a doubt this was by far one of the strongest. She was so afraid, she just wanted to get out of that room but her legs didn't respond, so much so that she fell collapsed on the floor. At that moment Jisung noticed it and felt his blood pressure drop. We caused this, I caused this. They were the thoughts he had, but he knew he had to act quickly, later he would have a lot of time to regret it.

“Nova, hey, look at me.” He whispered to her, kneeling on the floor, he didn't want to scare her more by speaking louder. “Nova, tell me five things you can see.”

She couldn't form words, and even if she could, she didn't want to tell him five things she could see or anything. She felt Minho's hands on her body and that reminded her of the words he spat at her no more than 10 minutes ago. Slut, was what they called her for being the only girl in the group, slut was what they called her when she was a teenager, and slut were the words that one of the two men she loved the most dedicated to her when he revealed his feelings to her.

“Noona, we've been…” The girl heard Skyler's voice in the distance, she felt like she was underwater.

When Jay entered the room he saw the girl who was like his older sister curled up on the floor, with an expression between anguished and at the same time lost, it broke his heart.

He moved the couple out of the way and got as close to them as he could. “Look at me Nova” He spoke softly, but the girl didn't look up, she was afraid of having to see Jisung and Minho if she did.

“Honey, it's me Jay” He tried again. “I'm just your boy, I won't hurt you, I promise.”

This time it worked, she raised her eyes hesitantly but when she saw her children she calmed down a little and let out a big sob.

Skyler took his hand and started tracing random shapes. “Noona breathe with me.” He took a deep inhale and the girl imitated him and then they exhaled together. They did this for a couple of minutes, long enough for her to stabilize her breathing and be able to continue without help. “Now, tell me, do you want me to hug you?”

Nova whispered a weak “Yes.” And he pressed his body to hers. With her head buried in Skyler's neck she murmured. “Take them out, get them out of here please.”

"What?" He said bewildered, she would never say something like that. But she connected the dots, Nova always let the boys help her when she had a panic attack, in fact, they mostly managed to calm her down. And he knew it, they caused his Noona to be like this. “Did they do this to you?” More than a question it was a statement. "They know".

That was all Jay needed to hear to know what this was about.

“Get out, she doesn't want you here.” Speak.

Minho was angry, with the entire world but especially with himself. He knew he shouldn't have said those things, he didn't even believe she was actually a slut, and I loved her, but he had so much anger contained that he thought that directing it at the woman was the right thing to do. But it wasn't fair and he realized it when he saw her crumble because of him. He screwed up, he knew it, but he always screwed up everything, because he was terribly screwed up.

And Jisung who was totally blank, recapitulating in a loop the terrible argument that had developed. He didn't want to leave, not without at least apologizing first.

"No". Jisung said.

“How not?” Jay exclaimed. “Wasn't doing this enough that you want to keep bothering him?” He stood up agilely and walked straight to Jisung, grabbing him roughly by the arm. When the boy wriggled out of Jay's grasp, Minho grabbed him by his shirt and pushed him hard against the dresser behind him and yelled at him. “Don't touch Ji again.”

Jay wasn't a temperamental person, so when he lunged at Minho to hit him, it was surprising to say the least. They both ended up on the floor, hitting and insulting each other like two drunks fighting over the last jug of wine. Skyler left the girl she had in her arms and stood next to Jisung in the fight and thank God they managed to separate them. Minho had a broken eyebrow and a busted lip, in addition to a growing bruise on his right cheekbone and somewhat bloody knuckles.

Jay wasn't any better, he had a bruise on his eye, and his nose was bleeding quite badly, and his hands were covered in a mixture of his own and the other boy's blood.

A visibly worried Nova stood up from the ground and walked straight to Minho. He thought she was worried about him, so Jay started the fight. But when the blonde arrived in front of him he received nothing more than a slap. “How can you think of hitting Jay? “He’s just a kid!” For Lee Know he was not a child, yes he was six years younger than him and he was not yet a legal adult in the whole world, but he was not a child, Minho was not a child when he was just 19 years old he thought, but he was not going to start a discussion about it. “He started it!” He yelled, offended by the slap and because she didn't care about him.

“You pushed him!” Skyler intervened.

“Because he wanted to get me out of here!” Jisung answered, annoyed.

“Now, I don't care who started it or why it started. “Han, Minho, get out of here or I’ll call security.” Nova spoke sternly. “But…” The older man began, but was quickly silenced by Nova who opened the door and pushed him out, then turned to Jisung who was looking at her with bright eyes and took his arm and pulled him out as well. Nova was much smaller than both of them and if they had wanted to they could have resisted, but from the hateful look she gave them both they knew that they only made the situation worse if they stayed.

“And you guys, come here” He opened his arms and they merged into a well-deserved hug. “Promise me you won't hit anyone because of me again.” I speak to Jay.

“I can't promise you that, now tell us what they did to you. Why were you like this when we arrived?”

“Later I promise, but for now I just want to be with you and heal my little feisty boy's wounds.” He murmured as he squeezed her cheeks earning a pained grunt. “I'm sorry, Sky. Can you ask for a first aid kit please?”

When the other boy left, Nova approached Jay and whispered to him. "Thank you".

"Because?". I question, bewildered.

“For not breaking your promise to always protect me.”

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Remember that english is not my first language, if you see an error do not hesitate to tell me. This is my first job and I’m a little nervous. If you like me please reblog or let me know in the comments.

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hyunsvngs · 1 year ago

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hello it is morning now for me and i have returned to say i read the lix fic last night and promptly fell asleep hahahah BUT allow me to give u my thoughts !!!

firstly, let it be known that this may be incoherent bc all i thought while reading it was : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

moving on. obviously, well written as ALWAYS. it was very wonderfully written and i always appreciate a writer’s unique writing style !!! so wonderful job on that front ‹3

NEXT. let me just say. i’m not usually big into poly stuff bc i feel like it can get confusing and hard to follow (and also bc i get possessive very quickly so it’s hard for me to imagine myself in those situations) BUT you pulled it off well and i thoroughly enjoyed reading it ! it is my new guilty pleasure fic hehe

also what a wonderful mix of members, like i truly could not have picked a better four if i tRIED. i admire you greatly for that. and also how you managed to pin down their personalities so well ??? i will cry. how utterly immersive; i am sobbing.

anyways !!!!! i loved it, as per usual !!!! thank u for sharing it w tumblr hehe

sending u all my love and wishing you the best always ‹3

oh my GOD OKAY SO THANK YKU SO MUXH? FIRST OF ALL… A WRITERS UNIQUE STYLE?? DO I HAVE THAT? I MSO FLATTERED

aaaand AS FOR THE POLY ONE. i completely agree. poly relationships are something i’m really into but i always find it difficult to like… place everyone. in threesomes and foursomes etc ygm. like sometimes i find it hard to write everyone into a specific position? but i REALLY THOUGHT OUT THAT ONE SO IT WAS GOOD. EVERYONE HAD A ROLE FR

ANNNDDD OFC I HAD TO DO IT TO EM WITH THE MINSUNG AND SEUNGLIX PAIRINGS. HELL YEAHHHH. oh also ALSO THANK U SO MUCH FOR SAYINNG I GOT THEIR PERSONALITIES DOWN. I RLLLLY TRY TO LET THEM SHINE EVEN IF ITS JUST SEX YGM?? I RLY RLY TRY. SO THANK YOU <3

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#user: telesvng #hot bitch summer: feedback

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sleepy-yn · 4 years ago

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Stray Kids: Reacting to their GF Missing Them

A/N: This is basically something I’ve been daydreaming about fjfdjkk so there’s that. Basically their Gf’s record themselves on tiktok to the song “Mr. Loverman” and “Me and my Husband” and the boys see it. ALSO the boys don’t have a dating ban here and they are public with their relationship (some more than others) NOT PROOF READ

Chan:

You were still in Uni and it was stressful being a student

it’s also very stressful when your sweet boyfriend lives across the world

you had visited him for a week recently but, obviously, you had to go back home

it was one of those early morning study sessions because you really needed to pass this quiz

you looked up at the picture frames on your desk and tears started to spill over the keyboard

you missed chan so much it hurt in your chest

like if there was a hole where your heart should be

you decided to scroll through tiktok as a way to escape from your sadness

that’s when you heard the song “Mr Loverman” for the thousandth time and you decided to let your feelings out

chan’s fans knew he was in a relationship but he cared too much about your privacy that he never introduced you to his fans

after you finished uploading the tiktok, you decided to get back to studying

chan was finishing up his work for the afternoon when Felix came into the studio

“Hyung look” he shoved his phone into chan’s face

we all know felix has a secret tiktok

Chan saw you sitting at your desk, tears in your eyes and several words on the screen

the familiar lyrics “I’m Mr. Loverman, and I miss my lover man” while he read what you wrote broke his heart into a million pieces

“i miss him so much. I want to see him again.”

tears threatened to spill from his own eyes as he watched you look so broken

felix took that as his cue to give chan some space

He needed to see your face even though he knew it was late

accepting the facetime call, you almost sobbed at seeing your handsome boyfriends face

“Hey babygirl’

“hi channie”

“Why are you still awake, love?”

“i miss you too much” you said in a whisper, a pout on your lips and your voice quivering

it was all about to spill out again, your emotions were just not in tact at the moment

“baby please don’t cry” :( i’m literally about to cry writing this

He wishes so badly that he could be there to wipe your tears

chan hated seeing you sad, you crying was his ultimate weakness

After calming down, he told you to stop studying and get some rest

he hummed the familiar tune to you while you fell into a soft slumber

you bet your ass that he booked the soonest flight to go see you

Minho

please i can’t get enough of this gif

so you lived in korea with minho

you both lived in an apartment together and although small, it was your home

you worked as a therapist for young adults and dealt with a lot every day

you and him never really saw each other during the day because of how busy you two were

it was comeback season so that meant he was rarely home

actually, he wasn’t home at all; he stayed at the dorms with the boys so that transportation and work was easier

so the house felt even emptier and although you were extremely supportive of the boys you missed your husband

so one night when you got home from work, you just burst into tears

a patient of yours talked about losing his first love and yadayadayada

it just hit you for some reason

but you knew it was stupid to cry, you should be happy your husband was back with his brothers and doing what he loves

so while you made dinner you continued, you listened to the playlist you made for these types of scenarios

and with your luck, the song “Me and my Husband” started playing

all the emotions you had been holding in flowed back out as you related to every word

what you didn’t know was that Minho was done early today and was making his way back home to you

and at the perfect moment, when the line “But when he walks in, I am loved” he walked in the door

turning to look at him, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face

jumping into his arms, he staggered back a bit but held you nonetheless

“Did someone miss me?” he smirked

“oh shut up and kiss me” and that he did

all your sadness faded away and the stress taking place in your body relaxed

“you really missed me didn’t you?” he said, wiping what was left of your tears

“yea yea, now come help me with dinner”

he couldn’t wish to be anywhere else but here with you

Changbin

look at his smile pls

you and changbin have been married for about a year now

his fans were super supportive and they honestly were warning HIM not to break your heart

you were a youtuber and a producer who made music for groups like KARD and VAV

so obviously you and changbin barely saw each other when you two were busy

however, you had a day off but changbin on the other hand had to help chan with a song

even though today was your anniversary, you made him go help out chan

your marriage was important but you knew how important music is to him and the boys

looking around the house at the pictures of the both of you, you started to get teary eyed

all the memories came hitting you like a bus rip george o’malley

you decided to put all these memories into a video not only to put your emotions somewhere but for the fans as well

but there was a twist at the end no one expected

while Changbin and Chan were focused on the track they were working on, Jisung came in to show changbin something

“Just look”

changbins attention went to the video in front of him

there you were doing your makeup and a couple textboxes showed up talking about how depressed you were in the past

you were not in a good state of mind and weren’t sure life was for you

that was until Changbin walked into your life *cue “But when he walks in I am loved”*

He smiled at all the pictures of you and him; your first dates, the proposal, the wedding, and more couple pictures

but what he wasn’t expecting was the last picture

there you were, holding a pregnancy test with a hand covering your smile

bet your ass all of twitter was already talking about it, that’s how jisung found it

both chan and jisung were hopping off the walls congratulating changbin

He packed up all his stuff and rushed home as fast as he could

when he walked in, there you were in bed watching his music videos

He didn’t even say anything, all he did was kiss you and hug you so tight in his arms as if your were going to slip away

“So I’m guessing this means you’re happy?”

He kissed you again “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to surprise you” you shrugged

he layed in bed with you, head on your belly

“See that? Those are your uncles, they already want to meet you” you giggled

“and that is your daddy, I’m going to protect you with all I am. I already love you so much”

“what are you doing, Binnie?”

“shush woman I’m talking to my baby

you rolled your eyes, “i was your baby first”

He cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes

“you still are, you’re just my big baby”

giggles filled the air as you two wondered what your future would look like

Hyunjin

now hyunjin is a special case

all your days were filled with laughter and fun, your relationship was never dull

but recently he couldn’t be with you as much as you wanted

there were rumors about hyunjin dating and him and the company weren’t sure whether to deny or admit it

so for the mean time, you two couldn’t see each other for a bit

your days began getting dull and gray, you missed your energy boy

it didn’t help that you were just about to graduate and the stress of your future was filling your head

one day, it got too much and you spent the day crying

you missed hyunjin so much and wished he could be there with you

so what do you do to organize your thoughts?

make a tiktok

choosing the song “Mr Loverman” you record yourself sitting in your bed, head in your arms and curled up in a ball

the text went along like

“If it benefits him, I want him to let me go. I miss him so much but I know that this means the world to him. I just want to hold him”

of course the viewers had no idea what you were talking about, except for one

felix walked towards where the members were having dinner

“hyung look”

watching the video and listening to the lyrics, his chest felt so heavy

he wanted to throw everything up because the sadness was eating him up

“i have to see her”

although the boys were worried about the media and what the company would say, they still let him go

sitting on the floor against your bed listening to the song on repeat, you didn’t hear hyunjin come in

spotting you, he sat in the spot next to you

you jumped and looked at him with wide eyes

“hyunjin you can’t be here! what about the company and the saesangs and-”

he kissed you and held you in his arms

“i don’t care about any of that. If i can’t have you, I don’t want any of it.”

there you two sat, holding hands and looking at the moonlight from your window

he didn’t need to have supporters when his main supporter was sitting right next to him

Jisung

i miss minsung omg

you were an idol and it was no secret that you and jisung were in love with each other

but your companies forbid you two from being with one another, at least until you had a couple more years of being an idol

you and jisung had to pretend you were best friends, but that also meant no seeing each other very often

you wanted so bad just to say fuck it and come out to the public anyway

but you knew how much music meant to him

both of your fans weren’t even mad about the rumors, they were more mad at the invasion of privacy

one day, you had a video scheduled to do a cover

and what song did you want to sing? “Mr Loverman” of course

there you sat, in a blue turtleneck topped by a brown coat and plaid tennis skirt

as you sang, the lyrics just kept getting to you

you didn’t cry but when fans watched and analyzed the video, they noticed parts where your eyes watered

stray kids were one of the first viewers

there they sat in the dorm in front of the tv

watching you sing, they all praised your voice and how pretty you looked

but jisung noticed how the song affected you, and honestly it affected him too

he got his jacket and left the dorm, ignoring the boys calls and yells

arriving at your apartment, he knocked softly

and there you were, in one of his sweaters and tears in your arms

before any of you could say anything, he hugged you and tucked his head into your neck

“jisung?” your hands played with his hair

“ we can make this work, i don’t want to lose you”

after a while of talking, you too were just watching tv and cuddling, *like in the gif*

you didn’t want to be anywhere but with him

Felix

this gif makes me fall more in love with him

Felix and you have been a couple for about a year and a half

your fans loved how wholesome your relationship was

he was the light of your life and was the biggest energy booster

felix was always cooking and baking for you

now you were another idol but you were a solo artist

you also compose songs for groups like day6

so one day you were on the radio show that young k brian hosts

“so y/n, you are very open about your relationship with Felix. what is a song that reminds you of him or your relationship.”

you talked about the song “Me and my Husband”, making sure to remind people that you and felix aren’t married yet

so they asked you to sing a part of the song for them

as you sing the lines “But when he walks in I am loved, I am loved”

they all talked about how nice your voice was and continued talking about your career

but at one point, there was a phone call to the radio show

it was felix, you were so shocked that he would call but nonetheless it made you giggle

during the call, he told you to look over the the door

you looked over and there he was, drawing a heart with his breathe that hit the window *like in the gif*

you blushed and laughed at him

you can guess how much twitter was freaking out over the interaction

at home later, you thanked him for making your day

“i just love being your number one supporter”

Seungmin

im so in love with him

although seungmin and your relationship was fairly new, you two didn’t spend as much time together

you knew each other’s boundaries and knew how much your personal lives mattered

but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss each other

you were still in school technically but you also were an intern at a hospital

this meant that you didn’t have time to spend time with seungmin since you were either at your internship or studing

your favorite pastime was tiktok and playing the piano

so in the small free time that you had, you would post covers on tiktok and you gained a huge following

seungmin and the rest of the boys followed you on their personal accounts they have one and we all know it

However one day, you were missing seungmin terribly

your body ached for the feeling of his hugs and kisses on your nose

your followers kept suggesting for you to cover the song “Mr. Loverman” so you used this opportunity to let your emotions out

Seungmin was scrolling through his following on his tiktok account and he found your new video

your sweet silky voice filled his ears and he couldn’t help but smile

but his heart was starting to feel heavy and he noticed how your voice broke just a bit

after he finished watching and saving the video, he decided to video call you

and there he was, with so much love in his eyes

“I missed you”

“i miss you too minnie”

the two of you kept on the conversation being the sweetest couple ever

he made sure to never let you feel like that again

Jeongin

hes growing up so fast im crying

you and innie were still in school

and we all know how he is so obviously being in a relationship was fairly new and crazy to him

however you had a semi career on youtube where you posted singing and dance covers of numerous songs

recently, your music teacher assigned for you and the rest of your peers to sing or create a song that you relate to deeply OR reflects on your life

you browsed through songs like Gone Days, Zombie, and other various kpop songs

but you wanted to be different and do an english song

you were pretty good at english, since it was a class you chose to take

you also knew that your viewers were wanting an english cover on your channel for a while

deciding to chose the song “mr. loverman”, you started to record

unbeknownst to you, these videos were going to be shown to several other classes

one happening to be jeongins

while in the big auditorium, several students gasped and praised your singing skills

jeongin, however, looked over at you with stars in his eyes

after school, you both went out to your favorite cafe and back to the dorms

“you sounded really good” his cheeks were heating up

“i was singing about you, you know”

that earned you a kiss on your cheek and cuddles the rest of the day

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cherryeol04 · 5 years ago

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Road Trip

Genre: Romance, fluff Pairing: MinSung Word Count: 1.2K Summary: Minho knows exactly how to help his stressed out boyfriend

It was times like these that Minho was glad he lived on his own, no rules or regulations put in place to stop him from just acting. It came in handy more times than not, especially when his boyfriend got cagey. It didn’t happen often, but there were times when Jisung would just be so overwhelmed with everything going on in his life and he needed to getaway.

So it was no surprise to Minho when he opened his door one late Thursday evening and found his arms full of his boyfriend’s shaking frame. Soft sobs filled the air as Jisung buried his face into his neck and he knew that he would be calling out of work for tomorrow. It took a bit of convincing to get Jisung to retract himself from Minho’s body, but once he had, Minho loved to grab his wallet and keys off the side table by the door - hand moving to grasp Jisung’s and pull him out of his apartment.

For the first hour of driving, they were silent. Minho concentrated on the road ahead of them and Jisung focused on the scenery passing them by. It wasn’t until Minho got off the highway that Jisung finally spoke.

“Where are we going, hyung?” His voice trembled slightly, quiet and he sounded so tiny that Minho wanted to coo at him. But he wasn’t sure his boyfriend would take kindly to that at the moment. Reaching over, Minho rested his hand on Jisung’s thigh.

“Don’t know.” Minho shrugged, a slight smile on his face. “I’m just going wherever feels right.”

“How do you know what feels right?”

“I don’t know, I’m magic or something.” Minho chuckled, a wave of relief washing over him when Jisung laughed as well. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked gently. He could feel Jisung tense under his touch and he gave a gentle squeeze of reassurance to his thigh. It seemed to help.

“My Wednesday class gave a collaboration assignment and we could pick our partners. So, of course, I picked one of my friends and we’re supposed to compose three pieces that represent three different genres of our choices.” Jisung breathed out, eyes unfocused as he gazed out the front window.

“Let me guess, he ditched and now you’re stuck with doing everything?” Minho asked, brow raised. A shaky nod and Minho sighed softly. It was terrible how cliche and predictable the situation was, but group projects were the absolute worst. Now expected to act like adults and time manage themselves, it was easier for people to just flake on the whole assignment and still expect to get credit - whereas back in high school that hadn’t been an option.

“I can’t do this on my own. I don’t know what genres to pick! I’m good with raps, not anything else and I can’t pick rap three times!” Jisung whined, head hitting the window with a little thunk. “I’m gonna fail and get kicked out of school. My parents are gonna hate me and send me back to Malaysia.”

Minho frowned as Jisung rambled about his troubles. He could fully understand where the other was coming from, but the words hurt him nonetheless. To see his boyfriend suffering so - thinking so lowly of himself hurt. Especially considering that Jisung was a very talented producer. This was his calling, even if the other didn’t think so at this moment.

“Don’t be stupid, they’re not going to send you back to Malaysia.” Rolling his eyes, Minho sighed as he scanned the deserted road before them. Nothing but trees and open fields surrounded them on both sides. The middle of nowhere and while Minho was tempted to just keep going, he knew eventually they would need to turn back and when they did, he would prefer his car have gas still in it.

“How do you know, Hyung?! You don’t! I’m gonna fail and be shipped back and I’ll never get to see you again!”

Minho could hear the tears in Jisung’s voice and he pulled off to the side of the road without a second thought. Turning off the car, he turned to face Jisung, hand lifting from his thigh to cup his cheek gently, stroking the flesh gently. “Calm down.” He whispered. “You’re not going to be shipped back because you’re not going to fail.”

“How-“

“Hush and listen to me okay?” Minho interrupted. “I know it seems stressful and hard right now like you’re going to fail, but you won’t. I won’t let you.” He said sternly. “When we get back, I’ll help. I’m not a musical genius like you,”

Jisung chuckled softly at that comment.

“But I can do my best to help you compose the three genres. Lord knows I’ve listened to enough contemporary and dubstep to last me a lifetime.” He muttered, head shaking at the thought of Felix and Hyunjin and their favorite genres of music to dance to.

Silence filled the car as Jisung stared down at his lap. His brain was still going at a hundred miles a minute - Minho could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. Eventually, he spoke, voice soft and uncertain. “You’d really help me?”

“Of course! What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” Smiling at Jisung, he leaned forward and kissed him softly, taking the other by surprise. Jisung was still, almost motionless for a split second before pressing back into the kiss, lips gliding against Minho’s as he desperately clung to Minho, fingers grabbing and pulling at his shirt tightly.

Minho wrapped an arm around Jisung’s waist, pulling the other as close as was allowed in the front seat of the car. He did his best to keep the kiss innocent, even though there was absolutely nothing innocent about the way Jisung was trying to crawl into his lap. Pulling back from the kiss, he laughed lightly - breath dancing across Jisung’s pouty lips.

“I love you.”

Jisung blushes, and Minho laughed at how adorable the other looked at that moment. “I love you too.” He answered, smiling almost shyly at him. “Do we have to go back yet?” He asked.

“Of course not. We can go when you’re ready.” Minho assured as he stroked Jisung’s back gently.

“Can we watch the stars?” Minho felt his heart melting at how hopeful Jisung sounded when he asked that question. And who was he, but a mere man among a god, to deny Jisung such a simple request.

“Of course.”

And together, the two left the car and climbed onto the trunk. Recounting against the hood, Jisung snuggled up against Minho’s side, head resting on his chest. His eyes were upturned, staring at the navy blue sky littered with beautiful brightly lit dots. The only sound around them was nature - crickets chirping, the occasional gust of wind, and the soft calls of the farm animals roaming a fenced-in field only yards away from them.

It was comfortable, relaxing and the longer they stayed there the more stress released from Jisung’s tense body until he eventually went limp in Minho’s arm. Glancing down at the serene face of his sleeping boyfriend, Minho knew he would do anything for the other as long as it meant taking away all his burdens even if just a few hours.

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honeyvoicehwang · 5 years ago

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Stupid

pairing: famous!jisung/non famous!minho, famous!jisung/famous!changbin

ship: minsung, changsung

genre: ANGST, sad, bitter

plot: jisung and minho broke up and minho isn’t over it yet. based on the song Stupid by Brendan Maclean

word count: 4,964

warnings: implied/referenced alcohol abuse, lots of crying, insults, language

also posted on my ao3, InsecurelyPerfect (link in bio)

He slams the glass down on the wooden counter top. The beat pumps through his ears. It makes him shudder. Coming here was a mistake, he thinks. He knew what he would see, yet he still came, and he's never regretted it more.

It’s been five months since Han Jisung tore the heart out of Lee Minho and stomped on it in front of Jisung's friends, and Minho (apparently) still isn't over the breakup. It has been the worst breakup he's ever experienced in his life.

"If you weren't so stupid, I could have loved you..."

Jisung didn't like to admit defeat. It was one of the things that made Minho fall head over heels in love with the younger boy. The way he got so into it when he played video games or how competitive he got when they were racing or biking or working out together. He loved the way that Jisung got so into the music he was writing or producing or performing. Hell, it was how he'd met the boy.

One of Minho's friends was good friends with some guy in an underground rap group called 3Sauce or something? (Later he learned it was 3RACHA.) He didn't really want to go, but he promised the friend he wouldn't make him go alone.

He wasn't really into any of the acts, but when Seungmin's friend's group got on the stage, Seungmin nearly ripped his arm off, screaming bloody murder about how that was his friend up there on the stage.

Minho rolled his eyes at first, it was just a rap group. He didn't really see the appeal.

That was until the youngest of the three started jumping about, his eyes lit so brightly that Minho could see it from where he was standing fifteen feet away. His light brown hair moving perfectly as he jumped and crouched, spitting raps faster than he'd ever heard (until he heard Changbin, but that was a different story), changing the flow every so often.

It was then that Minho knew he was fucked.

As soon as he wanted to learn his name, his personality, his favorite food, color, scent, he knew it was all over. He practically had to grovel at Seungmin's feet to get him to take Minho backstage to meet them. "I thought you said this was stupid?" he teased. "I wonder what changed your mind."

It was all too obvious that he knew what changed Minho's mind and it was just an attempt to get him to admit it, but he wasn't sure that it would work. No way it would. And it didn't, but Seungmin did eventually agree to take him backstage.

Minho could barely contain his excitement when he saw the soft, doe-eyed boy staring at him and smiling while Seungmin talked to Chan and Changbin.

Jisung. His name was Jisung.

"And if you weren't so stupid, but you're pretty stupid..."

Getting to know Jisung felt like it could have been an Olympic sport in and of itself. He had so much energy and the ability to be really loud and it honestly kind of scared Minho a little bit.

But seeing Jisung hyper also meant that he was comfortable with Minho, and that was all he'd wanted. The boy was so much more chaotic and a little stupider than he could have realized, but the way he rapped... he was just so passionate and that was what had drawn Minho in, to begin with.

He didn't mind putting up with Jisung's stupid questions or random thoughts at four in the morning when he couldn't focus on the rap he was trying to write at that given moment.

It all just made Jisung that much more endearing to Minho.

It was around then that he felt himself falling harder.

"And if you weren't so busy, I could have loved you..."

Minho had known it would be hard.

Jisung was going on tour soon, after all. He would be traveling, leaving Minho alone in Korea, different time zones, and performing. He would be pouring all of his energy into the concerts and shows, he wouldn't always see Minho's texts.

Minho knew that. He tried to reason with himself that it was what Jisung loved to do so he should be supportive, and he really wanted to be, but he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit upset when the texts got slower and slower.

It started with them texting all plane ride, to hours between poorly timed texts, to missed good night messages with a kissy face in the morning, to missed morning texts as well, to broken FaceTime promises, to not talking for two weeks. Minho would be lying if he said it didn't crush his soul a little bit every time Jisung didn't even read one of his messages. He tried to tell himself that Jisung was busy doing what he loved, but that didn't make it easier.

Especially since their relationship was so new. They'd known each other for several months, and Jisung had asked Minho to be his boyfriend one drunken night during karaoke three weeks before he left for tour.

They'd talked about it the following morning. After three hours of soft kisses and tears, they'd agree that they would both try their hardest and knew that it would be a strain. In the end, Minho agreed, just to kiss his boyfriend once more before pulling him back down to cuddle.

It was hard to keep away the thoughts telling himself that if he'd just waited it would have been easier for both of them. He couldn't do that. It wasn't fair. Not to Jisung, not to himself.

He felt like a jerk.

Minho threw his phone on his bed, rubbing his face with exhaustion.

"But you work in an office... and you've got other offers..."

His jealousy wasn't valid. It was misplaced and he just missed Jisung. He wanted to be the first person that Jisung had wanted to see when they got back, but the next day, he was already back in the studio, texting Minho videos of him and Changbin goofing off together.

He tried to push it away, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was persistent, refusing to give way, only showing that it was going to get worse.

having fun? he'd asked, hoping that he didn't sound too bitter through his text.

Jisung didn't respond until three hours later, which ended up just being a Snapchat that Chan had sent of Changbin pretending to ask Jisung out and the two of them doing some sort of star crossed lovers skit.

looks like fun...

No response. The jealousy got worse.

Their relationship was so new, barely had its training wheels, yet it was already starting to fall apart, and there was nothing that Minho could do. He had no right to feel the way he did.

Jisung had been friends with them for much longer than he'd known Minho. He was allowed to joke around with his friends.

But Minho couldn't help but shake the feeling that it was a joke that wasn't entirely mutual.

"Tell me what is his name now, what is his name?"

His eyes slide over to the stage, where he can see Changbin spitting rap into Jisung's face, and though the rap sounds intense -- he wasn't listening to the lyrics -- Jisung had a stupid grin on his face, looking entirely unbothered.

Minho groans, allowing his head to fall onto the countertop, trying to avoid the sticky puddle of alcohol next to him. If he were, to be honest, he would admit that he feels just as stupid as the shit Jisung would text him when he missed him for not being more worried about Changbin when Jisung started pulling away.

He wonders why he didn't worry more, and if he had, would anything be different? Or would he just have lost Jisung sooner?

He looks away, unable to think about Jisung smiling at Changbin how he used to smile at Minho.

"I'm excited to hear the news. Tell me what is his name now, but what does that say about you?"

All he can bring himself to do is to pretend. Act like then when Seungmin drags him to Chan's house the following night that he's happy for Jisung and Changbin when they announce their relationship.

A jealous fire burns the lining of his stomach. Where did I go wrong?

Despite everything that's happened, Minho still can't help but blame himself for everything that went wrong. He knows deep down that it was a mix of the two of them, Jisung not putting in the effort and Minho's jealousy, but he still can't shake the guilt that he was mostly the reason they split.

Minho sips the beer Seungmin passed him fervently, barely giving anyone else a second look. He focuses his gaze on a spot in the corner of the room, unable to do anything without getting irrationally angry.

The most he can do is half-ass a smile when anyone tries to get his attention and nod once before returning to his zombie-like state.

"But let's not be friends, or else this will never end..."

No matter how hard Minho tries not to think about that night, he still ends up curling against the extra pillow he never got rid of, pretending he was smelling Jisung's freshly shampooed hair, rather than a pillow he'd never bothered to wash. It was a miracle that his tears hadn't washed the scent of his ex-boyfriend away yet.

Jisung stood in front of him, shoes pointed to where they were facing each other, something they never did unless he was nervous. Minho wondered what could be bothering him so much.

There wasn't much that could ever get to Jisung, at least, not that he let show, but they'd been together for four years. Whether he liked it or not, Minho knew all of Jisung's tells.

"Baby," Minho said quietly, reaching his hand out to run it down Jisung's arm lovingly. "What's wrong?"

Jisung gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing, tears pooling in his eyes. "Uh, I, um," he choked as a sob escaped his mouth, "I think - I think we should, uh, maybe take a break?"

That was the last thing that Minho had ever wanted to hear from the one person that he loved more than his childhood pets. He felt his breath catch in his throat. No, this can't be happening. NO, NO, NO, I am not losing him, no, this is just a dream.

"M-Minho?"

Minho refocused his gaze on Jisung. "W-what?"

Jisung pulled out of Minho's touch. Minho felt his fingers grow cold. "I don't--I don't know. I just... need some time..."

"Was it..." Minho licked his lips, "was it something I did?"

Jisung's eyes widened. "No, I just... everything's getting to be really hard for me and I just kind of need to take some time away from everything... in-including you," he mumbled. He looked back up at Minho. "We... we can still be friends?"

Minho smiles tight-lipped and tries not to cry. He should have pushed Jisung's hand away, told him that he didn't want to, that he didn't think it would be a good idea.

Instead, he extended his hand and quietly said, "sure."

"Let's not be friends. For sure, for sure..."

Time was supposed to heal all wounds, right? That was the saying?

For Minho, it seemed to be more that it was making everything worse. Seeing Jisung slowly get closer and closer to Changbin from afar, while he wasn't allowed to hold his hand or press a gentle kiss on his cheek and remind everyone that he was Minho's. Couldn't protect him or listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep anymore and it just about tore Minho in half.

That feeling never went away. Six months later and he sees Jisung and Changbin sneaking kisses behind the stage, out of sight of everyone who doesn't know that you can see them from the right angle.

He shakes his head. He's supposed to be supporting them. He and Jisung are still friends, after all, he thinks mockingly. Friends. That word taunts him. Puts up a barrier between him and the love of his life.

He watches them exchange one more kiss before coming out and leaves the bar before any of them catch a glimpse of Minho in the audience.

"And if you weren't so ugly, I could have loved you. It's something I tell myself when I'm down, to get high..."

Jisung had been the most beautiful person Minho had ever seen, he still is. Now that he sees that smile lighting up his face every time he looks at Changbin, and Minho's heart leaps into his throat.

He tries telling himself that Jisung looks like a squirrel. A dirty squirrel, one roaming through the streets that probably had, like, diseases or some shit. Just... fucking anything that he could say to himself to not want to kiss Jisung's full cheeks.

But even that didn't work. No matter how much he tried to think of Jisung as the vilest person he'd ever seen, he always ended up thinking Jisung looked like an angel, and, well, it's because he is one.

It only complicated things every other day.

hey, it's been a while, his text read. can we meet up?

Minho ponders what Jisung could possibly want to talk to him about, but he thinks of seeing Jisung again and quickly agrees.

The wind whips around him as he waits in the park for Jisung to show up. As soon as his eyes land on the boy, he smiles instinctively. He has to bite his tongue so he doesn't say "I love you."

The smile fades when he sees the serious look on Jisung's face. He gulps, balling his fists to keep himself from hugging Jisung. "What, uh, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Jisung shakes his head. "Look, Min, I know that we had a pretty rough break up, but you need to move on. I don't see it, but Changbin's told me that he's uncomfortable with how you're looking at me and wants you to stop."

It’s then that Minho looks over to the parking lot and sees Changbin sitting in the car, playing on his phone, looking up occasionally. When the two of them make eye contact, Minho turns his attention back to Jisung.

"I see." His voice is ice cold and rigid. It's a tone he never used with Jisung. Only the boys that would try to flirt with him after 3RACHA's sets.

He sees the shift in Jisung's eyes as the tone of voice sinks into his brain regurgitating memories he's kept buried for so long.

Then, something snaps inside of him, and the words come tumbling out in an angry rage before he has time to even think about what they are. "You know, I'm not looking at you because I still love you, Sung. Get over yourself. I'm looking at you and wondering how I ever thought someone as ugly as you was beautiful." He pants as the words finish, his chest heaving heavily and his heart aching.

Jisung's attention is immediately shifted towards the ground. "I think we're done here," he says in a rush, turning away from Minho, but not before Minho watched a tear roll down Jisung's perfectly tanned cheek.

As he watches Jisung walk away, he can't move. His body is frozen in place, but he wants nothing more than to chase after Jisung.

No, stop, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry.

But he's stiff. And Jisung walks back to the car with Changbin already starting the engine. And they tear away, leaving Minho crumbling to the ground, wondering what the fuck just happened.

"If you'd made me a coffee, I could have loved you. And I'd make you hot chocolate, and anything you could have wanted..."

Jisung was the best boyfriend Minho had ever had. They got along so well and Jisung was always doing everything that he could for Minho, without him even asking.

That's why Minho firmly believes that it's his fault they didn't last. He curls up against Jisung's pillow as the show he's watching plays indistinctively in the background. The only light came from the screen of his laptop. The couple in the show do everything for each other, no matter how small and Minho's mind wanders.

He thinks back to the time that Jisung asked him to grab a cup of coffee for him on his way to the studio. Minho had meant to, he really had, but he had gotten too distracted, thinking about giving Jisung the biggest hug that he forgot to stop by the coffee shop.

He tries to pinpoint the moment that things started to go wrong. If he can tell when Jisung started pulling back and stopped texting him so much. He tries to imagine the scenario where he does bring Jisung the coffee and he sees Jisung's eyes light up as he regains the energy he lost from traveling.

He wishes he could turn back the clock and just get that fucking coffee for Jisung. He wants to do anything he can. Everything he never did. Everything he never got the chance to do, and now never will.

He curls into the pillow more, hugging it tighter as tears begin to flow down his cheeks, blurring his vision and soaking the pillow.

Minho stops crying almost abruptly as it had started and sits up. He looks around the room briefly before going to get a glass of soju. He needs it. Something. Anything to take his mind off of the mind-numbing what-if scenarios and all the things he would have done differently if he could. He can't change anything now, so what was the point in thinking about it?

“Tell me who is invited, so fuckin’ delighted to see all the boys you see…”

At the same time that Minho wishes he would stop getting Chan’s invites to hang out after 3RACHA’s sets, he knows that if they really stopped coming, he would have a mental breakdown.

He arrives, already dreading being around the couple. He looks around for anyone that he can take into another room and make out with for a bit. Woojin, Chan, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin. No, no, no, no. no, no. He doesn’t know any of them aside from Chan and Seungmin well. Just that Chan hangs out with everyone there as often as he can, meaning Jisung also saw them a lot, too.

He wonders why, why out of all of the people knew, why it had to be Changbin.

Minho grabs a second beer, which quickly becomes a third, fourth, fifth. Soon enough Seungmin has Minho flung over his shoulder, shouting an apology to everyone and places Minho in the passengers' seat, grumbling about how he needs to stop coming if he’s just going to get blackout drunk, knowing Minho won’t remember his lecture in the morning.

Minho wakes up the next morning to a post-it note on his bedside table.

Stop coming, you know you don’t want to see them together.

Asprin’s in the kitchen.

x - seungmin

“Tell me why I don’t fight it, what does that say about me?”

Minho wakes up the following morning to weight at the edge of his bed. He lifts his head slightly. Seungmin.

Seungmin is sitting on Minho’s bed, running his hands through Minho’s hair.

“Min, what are you doing?” Minho’s voice is loud and gravelly as he pushes his throat against his pillow. He tries to twist his body to get a better glimpse of Seungmin, but the way Seungmin’s sitting made it difficult for him to do so.

Seungmin continues running his hand through Minho’s hair. “Hyung, I know that you and Jisung hyung had a pretty rough break up, but you need to do what's best for you.”

Minho tries to twist again. Seungmin sits up a little more so that Minho could actually turn around. When Minho is situated and comfortable again, Seungmin goes back to stroking his hair. “I don’t know what you mean, I am doing what’s best for me.”

Seungmin shakes his head. “No, hyung, you’re not. If you really were, you would have stopped talking to Jisung hyung back when you knew that it was still hurting you. I can see that you seeing him with Changbin hyung hurts you. So, please, just do what’s best for you.”

Seungmin’s words ring through Minho’s entire body, stirring an emotion that Minho can’t quite distinguish within his mind. All he really knows is that he’s left with a strong desire to text Jisung.

“And let’s not be friends, otherwise this’ll never end…”

jisung, please. we need to talk about this.

Minho slams his phone on the counter, shattering the screen. He curses himself.

His feet start moving before he knows what he’s really doing. His body moves without control, almost as if it was on autopilot, and had done this hundreds of times before.

He stops in front of the all too familiar white cabinets. He knows what’s behind them even before the scent reaches his nose. It’s pungent, too hard to ignore, to pretend. Minho doesn’t try to stop himself even after the cabinet door is open and he’s faced with sticky glass necks and fallen bottles and begins sipping from the bottle, not even bothering to get a glass to drink from.

It burned as it slipped down his throat.

“Let’s not be friends, for sure, for sure…”

minho... i dont think this is such a good idea…

Minho feels his breath catch in his throat. His eyes burn. He doesn’t even know what time it is and he can’t be bothered to look up and figure it out.

He knows it’s way past midnight, and why Jisung would be texting him this late, he doesn’t even want to think about it. What Jisung got done doing, what he was thinking about. It’s too much for Minho to handle.

He pulls his knees to his chest, trying to calm the buzzing in his head, the alcohol finally kicking in. This couldn’t have been a worse time for this to happen.

Minho isn’t exactly known for making the best decisions while drunk and certainly has a habit of texting the wrong people; Jisung being one of them.

He chokes back a sob as his vision blurs over and his shaking fingers hover over the keys.

yeah, youre right, my bad.

sorry to have bothered you. have a good night.

“We’d adopt… we’d adopt…”

If Minho really thinks about it, he can see the probability of Jisung and him getting married was pretty low, but it didn’t stop Minho from imagining the two of them living together and adopting some pets.

It was something Jisung always used to talk about with such a fondness in his voice, lights sparkling in his eyes, his entire demeanor changing with just a few words. According to him, Jisung had never gotten the chance to grow up with pets around, but he’d always wanted a dog.

Minho was a cat person and had three back at home with his parents, but he figured that he could make that sacrifice for the guy he was kinda falling in love with.

If it meant that he would get to see Jisung’s smile that took up his entire face and showed off all of his teeth, then Minho would give anything to see that.

That night, he had started looking at adoption agencies that had rescues.

“I’d have all the things he’s got, but I’m not. So let’s stop. Pretend that there’ll be a happy end…”

It has been ten months since Minho received the worst text he’d ever gotten.

Since then, he’s stopped going to Chan’s after-parties, however, he still can’t seem to stop himself from going to the bars where they perform. He watched Jisung and Changbin get close. He sees how they kiss when they think no one can see them because he knows where to look.

At this point, Seungmin’s hand on Minho’s shoulder has become somewhat of a coping mechanism for him. It was comforting for Minho to know that his friend is always right there beside him as he lets it all go.

“You know you shouldn’t be here,” he says, his voice non-confrontational. He never is.

It’s too much to know that Jisung has moved on, leaving Minho alone, on read, and defending his broken heart.

Minho bites his tongue and knocks another glass of vodka back, tears brimming his eyes as his mind goes fuzzy.

“Let’s not be friends, for sure (for sure)...”

It’s about two months after the last bar incident that Chan sends another invite to Minho. This time, it’s worded differently. Like there’ll be more than just the usual nine of them. Maybe it’ll give Minho more of a way to avoid Jisung?

He toys with his bottom lip between his teeth, sliding his hands over the paper invitation gently, almost as though it could explode if he touched it wrong. He can’t help but take a second and chuckle to himself. Chan was always so formal, sending out paper in a time of technology where texts are almost faster than light.

He reads the invitation carefully. Eyes sliding over every letter with intent, not wanting to misunderstand anything or read too deep, even though he knows that’s already what he was doing.

House warming. Eight pm. Bring food. A new address.

That definitely seems like he’ll be able to avoid Jisung. Minho’s finally been doing well and starting to move on for himself.

“We’d adopt, we’d have dogs…”

“Just-- keep your eyes closed. I promise you won’t regret it, okay?” Minho laughed, shoving the blindfold into Jisung’s hands. The car was cold, yet warming up, but it would go a whole lot faster if Jisung would just listen to him.

“And how do I know that you aren’t going to kidnap me or bring me to a secondary location?” the younger retorted.

Minho rolled his eyes, “You’ve been watching way too much John Mulaney lately. I swear, I’m going to kill Chan for insisting you improve your English. Now you’re just going to talk to me in John Mulaney quotes and I’m not going to understand anything.”

“Honestly, that kind of seems like a you problem, Hyung,” Jisung said, his signature heart smile plastered all over his face and even Minho’s mind. Minho lightly shoved his shoulder and Jisung finally obliged, putting the blindfold on sloppily. “You really aren’t going to tell me where we’re going are you?”

“Nope,” Minho said, putting the car in gear.

“You’re annoying.”

Minho just hummed, turning the music louder, attempting to cover the sounds of the tires on the gravel road to the rescue shelter. When he finally put the car in park, he turned toward Jisung, who was sat beside him, clueless as ever.

“Okay, you can take the blindfold off now.”

He watched with intent as the blindfold slipped off of Jisung’s eyes and how his face lit up and he couldn’t sit still, bursting when he realized where they were.

“Oh, my God! Are you serious?” Jisung whipped around to face Minho, eyes searching for a hint of a bluff in his boyfriend’s face. To his surprise, there was none.

Minho reached for his smaller hand. “I mean, we live together and you’ve been talking about it forever, I don’t see why we shouldn’t. But I didn’t want to just do it without you, so I figured I’d bring you along and you get to choose the dog you connect with the most.”

Jisung flung himself into Minho’s arms, latching his arms around Minho’s neck, pressing furious kisses wherever he could reach. “Lee Minho, you are the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.”

“I’d have all the things he’s got, but I’m not.”

Minho squeezes the soju glass in his hand, nearly hard enough to smash, riddled with anxiety and panic as his eyes frantically scan the yard for Chan’s other two members.

He promised Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Chan that he’d be good and not intentionally get into any trouble, and he plans on abiding by that. He wants the Jisung chapter of his life to finally close, be over with, something he can think of fondly and not remember the sleepless nights, drunk nights, or sad nights.

And.. maybe... Just maybe if he can prove to Jisung that he’s worth it, they can have another go at them together?

He can show Jisung that he has everything Changbin has and so much more. That he can do everything that Changbin can do, so why not be with Minho?

He is just about to get up from his spot against the fence and find Jisung, soju in hand, when Jisung walks out of the house, laughing at something.

Speak of the devil, he thinks, almost bitterly. Now’s my chance, when Changbin isn’t around. Except, he spoke too soon because immediately following Jisung is Changbin.

They’re holding hands and Minho is close enough to catch a glimpse of something shiny on Jisung’s hand.

I’ve got everything he has… except for you…

Minho sets his drink on the nearest table and ducks behind some people he’s never seen before, making a quick exit without saying goodbye to anyone.

He’s just about to leave when he turns around and sees Changbin pulling Jisung in for a passionate kiss.

Minho turns away, a tear rolling down his cheek, and not looking back as he walks away from Chan’s house.

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in-correctskz · 5 years ago

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Water Fountain - Minsung

She told me that she loved me by the water fountain

They were just kids when they met at the park. Minho had found the boy splashing around in the fountain, searching for enough pennies to buy a popsicle. He remembers commenting on how Jisung looked like the squirrels with his chubby cheeks and teeth as the pair sat on the jungle gym with their popsicles.

They always met by that same fountain after school. They grew up together and soon Minho found himself falling for the innocent boy in front of him. What he didn’t know was that Jisung felt the same way.

"Hey, Minnie,”

“Yeah?”

"I love you."

But now she's got a cup with something else in it It's getting kind of blurry at a quarter past ten

It tasted like chemicals and left a metallic taste in Minho’s mouth when he finally stood up straight. The community center water had always been off-tasting. But his mouth was dry from what he had seen at that cursed party. His head spun from the alcohol in his system and he swore under his breath as the sting of acid reached his throat.

Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in Kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear

Minho couldn’t bear to watch it any longer. So he left. He walked aimlessly down the dimly lit sidewalks of the random neighborhood. He didn’t know where he was until he came upon the rec center. Now he stood by the water fountain.

I should've built a home with a fountain for us The moment that she told me that she was in love

Why hadn’t he said it back? That question always floated through Minho’s head. He was too young to process it and face his emotions. Now Jisung was off dancing with someone else. He felt sick but blamed it on the cheap beer. Maybe if he just sat down he’d feel better.

If she ever goes back to the water fountain The handle will be broken and the rust set in But my hand, it will be open and I'll try to fix it My heart, it will be open and I'll try to give it

The concrete wall against his back was cold like the nighttime air. He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep beside the fountain until his eyes opened and locked with Jisung’s. A tired smile crept onto his lips as the boy crouched down.

"Hey, Minnie,”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s get you home.”

Jisung’s hand reached out for Minho’s to help him up but as soon as they touched the boy disappeared. He wasn’t actually there. It was Minho’s mind playing with him as he grew ill by the fountain. Tears rolled down his cheeks as a sob echoed through the empty building. He was alone.

I know that it's only a wish

And that we're not standing by the water fountain

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cheonsans · 5 years ago

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Escapism

Group: ULTRAVIOLET.

Featuring: UV (Jamie-focused), TMRW’s Dabin ( @ttmrww ), staff.

Genre: Angst, a bit of soft if you squint. It just hurts, I’m sorry.

Word-count: About 2.8k.

Warnings: Mentions of death, strong language, mild violence, general emotional pain (including references to anxiety).

“No, fuck it, fuck this. I’m done, I’m going home, all of you can shove it. Get the camera out of my face.”

Jamie has no idea how much the cameras cost, but likely more than he’s expected to earn in years. He feels no guilt over pressing his palm to the lens and shoving it away from him, feels no remorse as the cameraman loses his grip on the device momentarily and the corner of it smacks with a resounding note against the doorframe, chipping as if it were made of nothing more than cheap plastic. All he feels is bitterness, toxic and bubbling between his ribs, coating the roof of his mouth with every exhale. His fingertips are buzzing with unrealized panic, each frantic beat of his heart sending more icy-hot anxiety suffusing his veins.

They’re only three days into filming their reality special, and that is simply three days too many. Three days of cameras in his face at what feels like every waking hour, from the moment he rolls out of bed to when he’s too tired by the end of the day to bother remembering from where they are being recorded. Three days of endless questions, ridiculous challenges, humiliation from the other members, and a palpable lack of already debatable privacy. He’s an idol, he should be used to every step being monitored and the soreness in his cheeks that comes along from faking smiles, but enough is...enough.

Lucy’s death had been one of the last straws, really. She was an old spaniel, it had been expected really, but to get nothing more than a call from his Mom after he’d practically grown up with that dog...no, it wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all. Crying on the couch with King’s arms around him might have sufficed if those damn cameras didn’t eat up every second of it. They’ll edit it out later, you can tell them you don’t want it included in the show. King’s reassurances had helped in the moment, but now that Jamie has had time to process, he doubts the company would pass up an opportunity for fans to see the ‘real Jamie.’ ULTRAVIOLET: they’re just like you! He can see it now, bubble letters racing across the screen for the viewers to lap up the news like champagne in the first episode. He has put on a brave face for two days now, and what finally breaks him is being denied a short break due to a delay with getting started that morning because of Minsung’s probably fabricated migraine.

He’s opening the front door before he knows what he is doing, ignoring King’s shout from behind him and the deeper tone of their manager as he removes himself from the group of staff members to chase after him. Jamie isn’t interested in giving him the chance. They had been preparing to leave as a group soon, so at least he has a face mask hooked under his chin already, which he tugs roughly into place the moment the door slams behind him. He doesn’t look back as he walks down the front path to the sidewalk, unsure where he’s going, and only now regretting that he hadn’t thought to grab a coat. His flannel and t-shirt are doing nothing to ward off the bitter chill of the late Autumn morning, and the wind stings his eyes until he ducks his head.

“Jamie--” It is King’s voice that carries over the wind. He’s certainly as cold as Jamie himself, for when Jamie turns to face him with the beginnings of burning tears gathering behind his eyes, he finds that the leader had also neglected to find a jacket before giving chase. He supposes he should have been touched that King had thought of him before himself, but any affection he might have felt normally is overpowered by that noxious, churning need to escape.

“What the hell is going on with you? Come back inside, you’ve got nowhere to go!” King moves as if to reach out to him, but stops when Jamie draws back an arm defensively as if to hit him, ignoring the pang of genuine pain that blooms in King’s eyes at the action. Jamie is far from a violent person, but when this driven by emotion, rationality is out of the question. Logically, King must know that their lovable, if not a bit chaotic, maknae is far from a threat...but in that moment, all the leader sees is a panicked young man, both taller than stronger than he is, and it gives him pause.

“I don’t fucking care.” He’s playing the part of classically belligerent teenager a bit too well, but he can’t be bothered to adjust his attitude. “It’s too much, I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” Although his voice is somewhat muffled from behind the mask and it’s getting harder to breathe with the crushing pain of warding back proper tears, his voice only trembles slightly. He loses the battle with himself, however, as their manager hurries down the walk, Siyun and Taesong only shortly behind him. Minsung is still inside, probably desperately trying to pretend nothing is going on. For once, Jamie is grateful for Minsung’s non-confrontational attitude, as it gives him one less person to be humiliated in front of.

He pulls the mask down again once it truly becomes difficult to breathe, tears tracing steady pathways down his cheeks. Their manager, Byungwoo, steps forward, but is stayed by King’s arm. Miraculously, the older man listens, looking nearly nauseated with stress. King takes a step towards the youngest member carefully, as if approaching an infuriated and feral dog.

“Jamie, I know things might seem rough right now, but--”

“No. fuck you, hyung, you have no fucking idea what it’s like being across the world from your...your family, your f-friends. You don’t know shit.” His words are snagging in his throat with encroaching sobs, but his image is the last thing on his mind now that the cameras won’t dare capture this. He doesn’t wait for a response before turning on his heel again and continuing to attempt getting some space between him and the others.

Jamie doesn’t think before lashing out once a hand snags the back of his flannel. His palms connect firmly with King’s chest, and with only the base instinct to preserve his personal bubble, he shoves hard enough to send the leader to the pavement. King hits the ground hard, likely scraping up his lower back and hands in the process. He grunts as he goes down, a curse dying in his throat as Byungwoo steps forward to intervene. The manager doesn't make it far, however, and his grip on Jamie’s shoulder is wrong, all wrong.

Jamie isn’t sure when he curls his fingers into his palm, isn’t sure what his intention is when he angles himself and drives his fist into the older man’s jaw. The pain that sparks in his knuckles is negligible compared to what Byungwoo must be feeling, but the only thought in his mind is on how hitting someone in the face had hurt much more than expected. He’s thought of doing the exact same thing to countless assholes in high school before debuting, but he’s never acted on the impulse so cleanly. “Fuck! Oh my God, I-I’m so sorry.”

He doesn’t wait to take in the aftermath, after that.

Jamie is running before it catches up to him, barely managing to fix his mask in place again before rounding the corner and scrambling up a chain link fence gracelessly. He tears his flannel in the process. He’s never been the type of kid to manage to pull a move like that off smoothly, anyways. The last time he ran from someone was when his cousin Josie had a lizard in her hand, and he certainly has no practice evading anyone cool like bullies, the police, or one very pissed off team of staff members. For a while, the only sounds he registers are the pounding of his heart and the rhythmic smack of his converse on pavement. Slight seclusion gave way to the crowded streets of Hongdae quickly. Suddenly, the danger of being recognized in his current state becomes very much real, and his lack of a real plan settles over Jamie’s shoulders with definitive weight. So, he turns left and begins to move mindlessly towards the first place that kindles within him a sense of security.

It is over two hours later that Taesong pulled up in front of TMRW’s dorms. Dabin is anxiously waiting by the curbside, and he gets in the car without so much as a proper word of greeting.

“Where the fuck is he?” the Australian boy’s jaw is set, and he taps his phone anxiously on his knee. Taesong sighs, heavily, long fingers flexing and unflexing on the wheel.

“I have a feeling, but you need to relax.”

“Relax? I get a call from your fucking manager, who sounded stressed half to death by the way, asking if Jamie were at my studio...you take two hours to show up to go looking for him, and you tell me to relax? Where the fuck is my friend, Taesong? What happened? What took you so long?”

They’ve yet to pull away from the curb, and it is evident that the rapper’s stalling. He continues his rhythmic gripping of the wheel, blunt fingernails digging into his own palms.

“Is this even your car?” Dabin continues, noting the cloth upholstery rather than the leather of Taesong’s usual sports car that he swears isn’t compensating for something.

“...I stole our manager’s keys, wanted to stall him a bit more. I told him I’d handle getting Jamie back but he didn’t seem particularly convinced.” Taesong’s tone is clipped, barely contained. “Look, you’re only here because I’m not sure if he’ll listen to me alone. Keep whining at me, and I swear to God, I’ll leave your tiny ass here and go drag him back myself. Shut up.”

Dabin looks him in the eye for one long moment before simply opening the car door and...getting back out. He slams it behind him with much more force than necessary. Taesong sits there, shellshocked, for only a moment before he unbuckles his seatbelt and hauls himself out of the car as well.

“What the fuck is your issue?” Tae gives up on keeping himself neutral, his expression contorting in blatant frustration. “Get back in the car!”

“I’ll find him myself. You could at least pretend to care about him, he’s your fucking member, and you’ve waited this long to do anything? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re the one who lost him, take some goddamn responsibility. I knew you were an asshole, Taesong, but this? He’s a kid.”

Dabin is yelling, matching Taesong’s aggravated tone note per note. For once, Taesong seems at a loss for words. His brows draw together, as if he’s trying to comprehend just how this tiny producer has managed to shut him up. Irritated, Taesong slams an open palm down on the hood of the car.

“I’ve waited because i know he needs space, okay? I love that idiot, you have no fucking right--” Taesong cuts himself off with a groan, swallowing the last of his pride. When he resumes speaking, his voice is more forcibly controlled. “You know how he gets. If someone tried to find him before now, it would have made things worse, more public. I need you, okay? Right now, you’re probably the only person he wants to see, and I need to make sure he’s safe. I couldn’t care less about how you feel about me, but get in the fucking car for Jamie, and stop acting like you know shit, when you don’t.” A muscle in his jaw twitches, and Tae exhales sharply before getting back into the car, shoulders relaxing once Dabin relents after a moment’s hesitation and gets back in beside him.

This time, he doesn’t stall before putting the car in drive.

“I’m surprised you aren’t at the airport by now, dude.” The merry chime of the coffee shop’s door when it closes behind Taesong and Dabin is a stark contrast to the absolutely caustic expression on Jamie’s face as he makes eye contact with the rapper. His gaze does soften, however, as he notes Dabin by his side...even if only a little bit. Jamie is curled up at a table in the far corner of the small shop, a plate dusted only with crumbs on the table in front of him, and a half-empty mug of coffee warming his palms. His knees are drawn up to his chest, shoelaces untied and dangling off the edge of the chair, and while he looks a bit worse for wear...he’s safe, and that’s what matters.

“I’m an idol, Tae, you really think I could afford a ticket?” Jamie’s tone is resigned. “What is he doing here?” He sounds genuinely surprised to see Dabin, but far from upset about it.

The Australian replies readily.

“They thought you might be with me, so I got a call and got worried. You really think I wouldn’t come help?”

“How did you know where to find me..?” Jamie picks up his coffee and takes a slow sip, shoulders relaxing further as the flavors of cream and sugar melt over his tongue.

“I remember we stopped here two weeks ago and you mentioned how the strawberry tart reminded you of your mom’s, so I figured you might…” Taesong sounds nearly embarrassed to admit it, scratching the back of his neck with one hand.

They’re lucky the shop 9s tiny and empty besides the three of them and a concerned looking barista, busy wiping down the counter. No fans are gossiping outside, snapping pictures on their phones. In fact, it all felt quite...normal. How odd it is that normal is more suspicious than anything to the three men in the cafe, hovering in the space as if it weren’t made for people like them.

“I didn’t think you would pay attention to something like that. Tsundere ass bitch.” Jamie takes a sip of his coffee to hide his expression while Taesong pretends he knows what that means. Jamie doesn’t fight as Dabin approaches him and drags the chair from the other side of the table around to sit beside him, tentatively reaching out to drape an arm over his shoulders. Jamie relaxes visibly, leaning into the touch with a sharp exhale that rattles the crumbs remaining on his plate. Taesong feels overwhelmingly awkward standing there, as if he’s intruding, but he tosses the stolen keys from one hand to the other to break the odd tension.

“It’s been two hours, let’s head back. Sungmin’s not mad at you, don’t worry.” Taesong tries, and although he has no idea whether or not the leader’s going to hold a grudge, that doesn’t much matter now.

“...Shit, i’m gonna be in so much fucking trouble.” Jamie groans and let his head fall to the side to rest on Dabin.

“Anyone tries messing with you because of this, I’ll kick their ass, alright? Siyun’s rich as shit, anyways, he can probably just pay someone off and call it a day. Let’s go.” His lame attempt at a joke is met with a dude, really? expression from Dabin, and Taesong shrugs, helplessly.

Jamie hesitates, however.

“Uh, about that...I don’t actually have any money on me? The barista was an angel and took one look at me before saying I needed something sweet, but…I don’t think the promise of a signed album’s gonna be enough.” He looks at Tae expectantly, who sighs in response, but fishes in the pocket of his leather jacket for his wallet.

“The things I do for you, I swear to fucking God.”

“Aw, come on, you know you love me, hyung.” Jamie’s heart is only half in the attempt at playful banter, and he sniffles before getting to his feet. Dabin is still clinging to him, now via a protective, or even possessive, grip about his waist.

Taesong glances at the two of them, not rolling his eyes or scoffing as Jamie might have expected. Something seems to click as he notes the way Dabin’s face is pressed into Jamie’s upper arm, the familiarity with which his fingers gather the fabric of Jamie’s t-shirt to bring him as close as possible. It’s a conversation for later, surely, but things seem a bit clearer, even if it isn’t Taesong’s business.

“Yeah. I do.”

#ultraviolet.txt #jamie.txt #ultraviolet #luvkoc #oc kpop group #oc kpop idol #koc #kpop!oc #idol!oc #idol!au #fake kpop group #fake kpop idol #jamie

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teddybearmagik-blog · 5 years ago

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feel the poison set in || minsung drabble

“already gone” - sleeping at last

Jisung was sure that he was flying. The high he’d gotten from the performance was lifting him off his feet, and he was soaring through Seoul’s sky.

His feet were tapping against the floor of the car. On his right Chan was practically vibrating from excitement, while Changbin to his left apparently never left the stage, still talking at top speed, probably leaving his boyfriend Felix lost on the other side of the phone.

“That was fucking awesome,” he heard Chan mutter under his breath for what had to be the tenth time that night, but Jisung had to agree.

It was the first concert for their comeback- 3racha’s first comeback since debut- and they blew it out of the water. Their dancing was on point, they rapped without missing a beat, and best of all, the crowd seemed to love it. All of their hopes for the night had been wrapped and handed to them in a pretty little box, and it was too hard to believe it even happened.

Their manager was taking them out to the club Chan had requested to celebrate, all on him, which meant they were going to drink out of their minds.

He knew he was going to regret it in the morning, but Jisung figured they deserved it. This was the first time he felt genuinely happy in four months, so if he had the chance to get wasted, then he was going to get wasted.

As their van pulled up to the back, their manager wanting them to avoid the crowd of the front, he jabbed his fingernails into his hand, drawing in a breath and ignoring Chan giving him a concerned glance. Tonight wasn’t about what happened before- tonight was about tonight, and nothing else.

And it was.

For a little while.

He was sitting at the bar, only halfway into his first drink since he wanted to watch Chan and Changbin get shitfaced before he followed suit, when he felt someone slide into the seat next to him.

Jisung turned to get a good look at them and was met with those brown eyes and honeyed skin and dark eyelashes he’d been caught staring at a hundred times and what are you doing here tonight was supposed to be perfect.

Minho lips turned up in what look like an attempt at smiling. “Hey,” he said, soft enough that Jisung had to strain his ears to hear him, as if anything louder would scare him off.

His fingers tightened around his glass until his knuckles turned white. For once, Jisung couldn’t think of anything smart to say fast enough, so he decided that glaring and turning back around was a good enough response. He squinted and scanned the dance floor, hoping he’d find both someone he knew and someone who was sober.

“Okay.” Minho reached over and gently placed a hand in his arm. “I deserve that-“

“Really?” Jisung pulled his arm away faster than necessary, ignoring how much he missed feeling the other boy against him. “Because I think you deserve much worse.”

The hurt that sparked in Minho’s eyes gave him as much satisfaction as it did pain. “I know,” he croaked out, and he seemed to shrink before Jisung’s eyes. “Can we just- can we just talk?” He slid off his seat and jerked one thumb towards the restrooms. “Please?”

And maybe he should’ve said no. Used one of his witty comebacks he prepared in case he ever found himself like this, find his probably drunk hyungs and make sure he never came to this part of town ever again. But he saw the way Minho’s hands shook and how his eyes were darting from everywhere in the club except his face, and he knew walking away would mean destroying something he could never let go of in the first place.

“Fine,” was all Jisung managed to say as he grabbed Minho’s hand and pulled him to the restrooms, and even through the pounding music and flashing lights, all he could think of was how well they fit together.

Inside the restroom were plain fluorescent lights, a stark contrast to the dimness outside it. Jisung let go of Minho’s hand and turned around, trying to prepare himself, but let out a surprised gasp.

It was his first time really seeing Minho in awhile, and though he hadn’t changed much, the almost lilac circles under his eyes were definitely a new addition. Add that to the way his shoulders sagged and how his head hung, he looked exhausted. Nothing like the ball of fire he fell in love with.

Jisung looked away as Minho gave an almost embarrassed chuckle, rubbing at his eyes. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

“Well, I’m not gonna disagree with you.”

It was one of those smartass comments Jisung didn’t really expect people to hear, so when Minho laughed, it made it all so much better and worse at the same time.

He missed that laugh. He missed that smile, those hands, those eyes, and everything else about the hurricane of a boy standing in front of him.

��Why’d you leave?” he whispered, just as Minho’s giggles died down.

Any trace of humor was instantly wiped from his face as Minho shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ji, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are,” he snapped back, trying to stomp out any of the warmth he felt in his chest moments before. “Doesn’t answer my question.” He clenched his fists at his side.

Minho stared him down like Jisung was a wild animal; wary and ready to run but all too eager to get closer.

“You know what it was like,” he said. “You were always under so much pressure, writing your songs and training all the time with Chan and Changbin, and just when I thought I’d get to see my boyfriend, you’d get some reality show or interview placed on the schedule and you’d disappear for the next two days.” He shifted on his feet and stared down at the ground. “And I know that’s no where near a good reason for doing what I did. But one night you were out late and- it just all got into my head. That you were this idol who was probably gonna take over the world one day, and I’d just be the boyfriend who would sometimes dance behind you.” He finally looks up, the tears in the corners of his eyes visible. “It was just- hard.”

If he hadn’t added anything else, Jisung probably would’ve pulled Minho closer until there was no space between him. And he can’t even explain why, but for some reason, Minho of all people saying he didn’t like their time apart is what set him off.

“You know what’s hard?” he said, his voice trembling with the effort it took not to blow up. “Walking into the dorm a few hours before I was supposed to, carrying an ungodly amount of takeout because Chan said we could go home early, and that hadn’t happened in months and I knew you were gonna want to celebrate and-“ Jisung’s voice broke, and he didn’t realize he had been walking closer to Minho until he had him backed against the wall. “And you were just fucking gone. No note or text, and I know you took your phone. All the stuff you brought to our room was gone too. You took everything that was yours except-“ He finally let a few tears slip past his eyelashes. “Except me. You were gone, and you left me behind.”

And just like that, every well placed wall Jisung had spent four months building came crashing down around him.

He wasn’t too sure when Minho wrapped his arms around him, or when the hushed apologizes and hurried kisses against his neck and checks became one and the same, or when they slid down to the floor as Jisung sobbed into Minho’s shoulder.

Sometime between a second and a century later, when his sobs eased into small, tearful hiccups, he felt Minho shift and press his lips to his forehead.

“I still remember the way you taste,” Jisung murmured, and didn’t even realize he said it aloud at first.

He flinched when Minho stiffened. He pulled his head way from his chest and looked up to find him sporting tear tracks and puffy eyes. For a moment all they did was stare at each other, and they both broke out into the kind of shaky laughter that only comes after crying.

“I know I don’t deserve a second chance or anything,” Minho said when he could talk again. “I probably didn’t even deserve the first one. But- but if you take me back, I promise I’ll never leave like that again. Or at all. Unless you want me to, like, I’m being clingy or something and-“

Jisung leaned forward and placed a kiss on Minho’s lips, and dissolved into another laughing fit at his shocked expression.

Maybe he was making a million new mistakes, letting Minho back into his life. But that was for tomorrow.

Tonight, Jisung was just fine with intertwining himself with his warm boy against cold stone and even colder lights.

#skz #stray kids #skz fic #minsung #minsung fic #minsung angst #stray kids fic

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mattsunie · 5 years ago

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murdered seoul. (series)

“𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬”

GROUP: Nct

ANALYSIS: In which a group of teenagers are determined to solve a case involving an infamous serial killer.

GENRE: Horror, mystery, thriller, angst.

WARNING(S): Kinda gorey? Unrevised.

WORD COUNT: 1k+

A. NOTE: This was originally posted on wattpad by me but I felt like wattpad wouldnt appreciate it tbh. Also, it’s been a while since I’ve posted something. I hope you guys like this series. Please look forward to it! Give me ur feedback pls I can take criticism I swear.

PART 1

Contrary to popular belief, not all teenagers hated Mondays. Not all teenagers hated going to school and having to deal with crowded halls, obnoxious & unnecessarily loud students, and waking up early.

No, Jisung Park loved Mondays. He loved seeing his friends after the seemingly long weekend and he loved seeing the teachers he was close with. Chenle would be the first to notice him approaching in the morning, yelling at him to hurry his ass up. Jisung had always been the last person to arrive in his friend group, which would then lead to him getting a nuggie from each one of his friends. His once neat hair always ended up being a mess with stray hair pieces all over the place.

School for Jisung Park meant being around people he loved. School for Jisung Park had been an escape for him. An escape from his parents constantly arguing. So every time he parted ways with his friends at the end of the day, he walked home slowly to avoid staying at home more than he already had to.

That night was no different. Other than the fact that he was going home later than usual as he stayed after school for soccer practice. Despite the night overcoming the city, despite the awfully quiet streets of the backroads he took, despite the lack of people around him, Jisung continued to walk slowly home. That night, Jisung couldn't care less about his safety. All he wanted was to not go home. His parents were fighting more than usual, and frankly, he didn't want to hear it anymore. He was tired. So he didn't notice the footsteps that had followed him, he didn't feel the eyes that bore into the back of his head, nor did he notice the harsh breathing behind him.

And once the knife had sliced vertically on his neck, cutting open his larynx all the way down to his trachea, it had been too late. The last thing Jisung Park saw that night was the full moon that overlooked Seoul. When did the moon become so pretty?

....

Yuta groaned and rolled his head back inbetween his shoulders as fatigue overcame him. The coffee he mixed with five hour energy was definitely not doing him justice for his graveyard shift at the police station. It was two in the morning and all he wanted to do was sleep. His eyes shifted over to the glass front doors, watching the droplets of rain slide down.

"When the hell did it start to rain?" He muttered to himself and stretched his arms behind his back.

"Dunno, seems like it came out of nowhere honestly." Jaehyun replied as he leaned against Yuta's desk with his left hand as he sipped coffee with his other. He shifted his police badge, which rested on his right chest, and sighed.

"It's summer, this is ridiculous. This right here is an example of climate change." Taeil comments from the front desk and leaned against his rolling chair, 'tsking' away.

"Okay, boomer." Yuta snidely remarked.

"That right there is a false allegation because boomers don't believe in climate change, try again Nakamoto." Taeil grumbled and crossed his arms.

"Whatever, know it all," Yuta shrugged and stood up.

"Where you goin'?" Jaehyun asked the rather tall man who sported a man bun.

"To pee. Why? Wanna join, Jung?" Yuta smirked and chuckled at his own snarky comment.

Before Jaehyun could reply with his own comeback, the phone rang suddenly, causing the three men to jump in surprise. Truth be told, this scared the men. Despite them being in Seoul一an awfully large and urban city一they barely received night calls from their district. Due to them being surprised, there was a moment of silence in the police station of the Nowon-gu district, the only sound being the ringing of the phone.

“Well answer it, Taeil!" Yuta shouted at the man who had frozen up at the front desk.

As if he snapped back into reality, he clumsily reached for the phone that sit beside his computer, and picked it up.

"Nowon-gu police station一" He stopped abruptly as the yells(which were loud enough for the two other police officers to hear) came through the phone. "Ma'am please, I can't understand you when一 Yes... Yes.. Can you tell me the address?" Taeil then had grabbed a nearby pen and a random paper near him and began scribbling the address down. "We'll be there soon, ma'am."

Taeil hung up the phone and quickly stood up from his chair. As he put on his vest he turns to his colleagues, "A teenage boy is missing. Jaehyun, come with me. Yuta, watch the station."

“Yes, sir." Jaehyun said quietly and followed Taeil to the police car. Before closing the glass doors behind him he turns to Yuta, "Call the Chief."

....

Jisung's mom was hysterical. She couldn't even breath correctly; so much so that she nearly passed out as she explained to the two police men in front of her the situation.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to calm down, please." Taeil assured her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Or else we won't be able to help you."

The woman breathes slow yet jagged breaths and grips her left arm tightly. "W-well... I- Where the fuck do I even fucking start my little boy is missing!" She cries out.

A man, who the two police men assume to be her husband, jogs over past now crowded area and sets a hand on her shoulder. "Jisoo, I'll talk with them."

As she left, the man had turned his attention to the two officers and rubbed his temples and sighed. "My name is Minsung Park," he introduced himself. He hesitated as he collected his thoughts. "My son... Jisung... He usually gets home late and goes straight to his room. My wife and I... Well, we were too busy fighting to notice that..." The man scoffed angrily. "We were too busy fighting to check on him. Jisoo-my wife, she has trouble sleeping. She went to check on Jisung, you know? How parents just check if their kid is sleeping and shit. That's when she didn't see... He wasn't there."

“Did you check with his friends or his friends' parents? Maybe he's just sleeping over?" Jaehyun asked the man after he took notes.

"They would've told us if he was," Minsung answered quickly and pulled at his hair. "He-he had soccer practice today until six. He always went home right after—always." His eyes begin to water and before he knows it, Minsung Park is sobbing with grief. With regret. Regret for not spending enough time with his only son. With his only child. "G-God!" He exclaims as he grips at his hair. "I should've been there for him more.." Taeil locks eyes with Jaehyun, as he spots another police car arriving at the scene, and nods.

Jaehyun led Minsung away with a hand rested on his upper back, rubbing it in a reassuring manner.

"Chief Kun." Taeil greeted his colleague as he got out of his car.

"Taeil." He replied as his eyes scanned the scene. Before Taeil is able to explain the situation, Kun spoke in stoically. "Missing teen? Could just be a runaway, you know."

"But chief, I have a feeling this isn't-"

"Don't let your past influence this case, Moon." Kun interrupted him, his tone cold. "Understand?"

"Yes, Chief." Taeil muttered and looked at his feet. Taeil didn't realize his tightened fists beside his sides but released them. He heard Kun's footsteps walking away from him and Taeil finally looked up and closed his eyes. He strained his neck up so he was facing the sky and sighed as he opened his eyes slowly, his gaze finding its way to the full moon in the night sky.

A full moon. Just like that night.

PART 2

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babystayyxo · 5 years ago

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Forever (MinSung Oneshot)

Pairing: Lee Minho x Han Jisung (Stray Kids). Genre: Fluff (So much cheesE and overflowing emotions, prePARE YOUR TISSUES) Length: 1751 Words

Song Inspo: Fly - Gnarly Gibbs (I would recommend listening to this while reading :3)

Sometimes Minho has to blink a few times, just to make sure he‘s not dreaming, when Jisung is there right by his side. Han Jisung - His strength, his little ball of sunshine, the light of his life. It‘s been three years already since Minho confessed to the smaller male but he won‘t ever forget the look in Jisung‘s sparkling eyes when he did, nor the cute cheeks he loves so much turning dark red and his favorite pair of lips slightly quivering before he caught them into a kiss soon after. Minho wouldn‘t describe his past as perfect, not at all, life has never been particularly generous with him, burdening him with things he couldn‘t control. But absolutely everything changed when Jisung entered his life like a literal wrecking ball, flipping everything upside down as the floofy haired whirlwind of a person he is, before he slowly but surely built everything up again, gifting Minho with a version of life the elder never thought of could exist.

And here they are now, sitting on the bench in their favorite park, the park where they first met four years ago - where Jisung stumbled into him and spilled coffee all over Minho’s white dress shirt. The smaller male had apologized over and over again, blushing furiously from embarrassment, but Minho had been lost for words, starstruck by the beauty in front of him. He had assured Jisung, who seemed in a hurry, that everything was fine, and the boy had scrambled off to where ever he was heading. Minho still remembers looking after him, not even bothering with the huge coffee stain on his shirt and his mind blank, the only thought being that he wished to see him again. He was realistic though, Seoul is a big city, the chances of running into him again were as close to zero. But fate finally seemed to have something in mind for him because a few weeks later while Minho took his casual stroll through the park to clear his mind, he saw him again.

Jisung was standing in the middle of a small bridge, leaning against the railing and seemingly enjoying the view of the small river passing by. He had looked so small, wrapped up into the thick jacket that protected him from the early autumn breeze, Minho just wanted to hug him and never let him go. Sometimes he wonders what his life would be like now, if he hadn‘t walked up to Jisung right then and there, leaning against the railing besides him and making the smaller jump in surprisement.

“This time you won‘t spill coffee over me right?“, Minho had asked and Jisung laughed - That wonderful special Jisung laugh that would become Minho‘s ray of sun over the next few years. They exchanged numbers after they took a long walk together and had kept in contact since then. It didn‘t take long until they had tested the waters enough to realize that there is something way bigger than friendship existing between them, the steady blushing and secret stares becoming way too obvious. When Minho had first kissed the younger in his art studio, where Jisung still spends most of his time, the world around them stopped moving. The only thing he felt were Jisung‘s soft lips pressed against his, taking all his worries away in a heartbeat. In the moment they finally parted and the younger‘s beautiful eyes gazed up at him through long lashes, the most stunning smile spreading on his face, Minho had promised to never let this man go. And he still doesn‘t plan on doing so.

He gulps nervously, one of his hands linked with Jisung‘s, while the other one is shoved deep down one of the big pockets of his jacket, nervously fumbling with a little box. A box that contains the potential promise to have Jisung by his side forever. Minho thought about this a lot. They are both only in their mid twenties and many would say four years of knowing each other isn‘t enough to know that you want to spend the rest of your life with someone. But every time Minho looks at Jisung, he feels his insides getting all giddy - feels like the luckiest man on earth when Jisung smiles at him and explains something to him that he‘s really excited about. Jisung makes him happy - happier than Minho has ever been in his entire life. The younger showed him that there is so much more to life than Minho has ever known and he loves him with his entire heart and soul. He wants to build a life with this man, travel the world and grow old with him. Minho never ever wants to leave Jisung‘s side ever again.

That‘s why he, after going through all those things in his head again, finally gathers the courage to let go of Jisungs hand and stands up from the bench. It is placed in a not much visited area of the park, tree branches calmly swinging above their heads, moved by the chilly breeze, and a wide meadow spreading in front of them. The sun is slowly sinking in the clear sky, just a few hours away from flooding the park with peachy and rosy colors before disappearing. Minho takes a deep breath before he turns around, seeing his boyfriend looking up at him confused. The elder smiles when he sees that Jisung‘s nose is red again, something that always happens when the younger is even slightly exposed to the cold. But for once Minho decides not to comment on it. Instead he steps closer and takes Jisung‘s slender hands into his. The younger seems to know something is bothering him in some way because he‘s frowning in that adorable way of his and squeezing his boyfriend’s hands slightly. “Is something wrong?“ Minho smiles at him a little lopsided. “I for sure hope it‘s not.“ Jisung seems to be completely in confusion now but before he can say anything further, Minho takes one last deep breath and gets down onto one knee. The moment Jisung finally understands where this is heading is something Minho will never forget. His face is suddenly lighting up, his lips part in shock and his puppy eyes widen, not believing what they are witnessing. “Oh my god Minho...“, he whispers and Minho just smiles at him, squeezing his hands in return now to calm him. “Han Jisung“, he starts, not able to control the slight shakiness in his voice, “I know this is probably very unexpected and many people would yell at me that it‘s way too early...“ Jisung is still looking at him and Minho can already see a few tears gathering in his eyes. “...But I know that there is no one else in this world that could ever make me as happy as you do Jisung. I know it sounds cheesy, but when you came into my life four years ago, it felt like I finally was able to see the light after living in the dark for so so long. Sometimes I pinch myself, because I‘m afraid that this is just a dream and when I get unfocused I will wake up.“ The first tears are escaping Jisung‘s beautiful eyes now, rolling down his rosy cheeks, and Minho can feel himself not being too far away from choking up too. “I love you...so much, god I didn‘t even know it is possible to love someone this much. I know that I always want to stay by your side, Jisung, you have my heart. You stole it back then when you spilled that coffee all over my shirt.“ They both let out a choked laugh at that and Minho can’t help but also let the tears roll down his face now. Because he can already see the final answer in Jisung’s eyes. The answer that he wants to hear more than he ever wanted anything in his life.

“And you know, it‘s okay if you never give it back. I know you will take good care of it. Now...before this turns into something even more cheesy than it already is...“ Minho gently lets go of Jisung‘s shaking hands and searches for the little box in his pocket. When he pulls it out, Jisung‘s hands fly up to his face, covering his mouth in shock. Minho thinks he has never seen anything more adorable. Then he carefully opens the little box, revealing an elegant ring shimmering in a soft rosé, one of Jisung‘s favorite colors, the custom designed band adorned by a beautiful silvery diamond on top. Looking up at his stunned love, Minho finally says the words that have been flying around in his head for so long now. “Han Jisung, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband?“ Jisung starts nodding frantically before he can even finish the sentence. “Yes, yes, yes, of course I do.“, Jisung chokes out and the smile on his tears stained face only gets wider when Minho takes his shaking right hand and slowly slides the beautiful ring onto his ring finger. It fits perfectly- of course it does. There‘s no fact about Jisung that Minho couldn‘t tell you on the spot. Then they both stand up together, full on sobbing now and the kiss they share soon after, arms wrapped around each other, is full of tears and it’s messy, but it‘s absolutely perfect nonetheless. They stay like that for quite a while, taking in and appreciating every single part of their opposite and relishing in this unforgettable moment. When the sun finally sets, gifting them with the romantic atmosphere this deserves, they slowly lean forward, letting their foreheads touch gently. “Oh my god, I still can‘t believe you really said yes...“, Minho whispers, as if afraid to destroy the precious moment. Jisung giggles and Minho feels his heart beating so fast, he‘s afraid it will burst out of his chest soon. “I still can‘t believe you really asked me.“, Jisung then whispers back and catches Minho‘s lips into a deep kiss. There is no happier and luckier man than Minho in the entire world (well maybe except Jisung) and he knows that for a fact. They just stand there for a long while, I love you’s steadily falling from their lips, and watch the sun slowly set, marking this day as one of the most precious ones ever - one of the many many ones that are waiting for them.

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shining-red-diamond · 5 years ago

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She’s Perfect

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Minsung x Kelly (OC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of blood; childbirth scene

February 6, 2019. 11:25PM

Kelly eased herself onto the loveseat at the foot of the bed and set her water bottle next to her as Minsung scrolled through Netflix to find something to watch before turning in for the night. Her parents were downstairs watching some late show, and Curtis had been asleep in his bedroom since nine o’clock. Pearl was lying down on the bed and beginning to drift to sleep. Kelly reached out and stroked her brown, furry ears.

Her eyes wandered around what used to be her bedroom. Her trophy case from her cheer and choir competitions was still there, but the awards had been stored in her closet. Old pictures of her were now sitting on the shelves. Most of her decorations were either packed away in the attic or Kelly had taken them to Seoul with her after she moved there when she married Minsung, some of her clothes were still hanging in her closet or were folded in the armoire where her TV stood on top. The hospital bag sat on her old desk, packed and ready for when Marianne was ready to see the world.

Memories from growing up there flooded into her head. Sleepovers with friends from elementary up until high school, getting dolled up for homecoming dances and proms in front of her white vanity that still stood against the wall between her bed and her closet, and the one time Curtis accidentally punched her in the nose while she was playing “Transformers” with him when he was seven and she was sixteen.

Kelly giggled at the memory.

“What’s so funny?” Minsung asked.

“Just a funny moment from high school,” she replied as she turned back around in her seat.

“Ah.”

“Find anything?” she changed the subject.

“Stranger Things good?”

“Sure.” Whenever they couldn’t find anything that peaked their interest on Netflix, Minsung and Kelly always went back to Stranger Things.

He pressed play and sat down next to his wife. He kissed her temple and asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Contractions have been on and off all day?” she admitted as the show’s theme song began to play. “But I’m pretty sure they’re Braxton Hicks, since I’m able to talk through them, and they’re not that close together.”

“If we need to go to the hospital, tell me.”

Kelly nodded. She was only thirty-eight weeks along and confidant that she would deliver on her due date.

However, fifteen minutes into the show, she felt a pop. Then she felt as if she was sitting in a puddle, and she knew she wouldn’t have peed on herself.

She gasped as she felt a contraction hit, this one severely more painful than the ones she had been feeling all day.

Minsung paused the show. “What happened?” he asked in a panic as Pearl popped her head up in wonder as to what was happening.

“I think my water just broke,” she managed to say after the contraction stopped.

Her husband immediately jumped up, helped Kelly stand to her feet, and she instructed him to get her mom. Minsung disappeared into the dark hallway as Kelly called the hospital.

February 7, 2019. 1:45AM

Lying still, Kelly could feel the epidural kick in. Her pain began to ease up, but she couldn’t feel her lower half anymore. She could still feel pressure, but the feeling of knives stabbing her subsided. The drug did make her a little gigglier, and she laughed at the most mundane things as she busied herself with applying her makeup. Minsung couldn’t help but laugh with her. He loved it when she was smiling and laughing, even if it was an anesthetic running through her veins.

Mrs. Wainwright was at the hospital with them. Mr. Wainwright had stayed at the house, so he would take Curtis to school in the morning and bring him by after school when Marianne was born.

“How much do you think she’ll weigh?” Kelly asked.

Her mother thought for a second before answering, “Maybe 6 pounds and 4 ounces.”

“What about you, babe?”

Minsung shrugged. “Maybe 6 pounds, 5 ounces.”

“I mean considering I have a smaller stomach,” Kelly agreed. “I think she will be a smaller baby.”

“But a cute one.”

“Oh, I have no doubt about it, because she has very handsome appa.” Minsung smiled and kissed her.

“And she has a gorgeous mother,” Mrs. Wainwright spoke up.

“Mom, stop,” Kelly laughed in embarrassment.

2:17AM

Kelly tried to her hardest to get some sleep, but was only able to doze in and out. Her nurse had come in and checked to see how far she had dilated, and she was at a seven and a half. Two and a half more centimeters and she’ll be ready to deliver. The excitement was making her restless.

She wanted to get up and walk over to her sleeping husband to hug him. Kiss him. Cuddle him. But she was still numb from the waist down and hooked up to monitors.

Her eyes stayed glued on Minsung until she drifted off to sleep.

3:55AM

The nurse came back in shortly after Kelly and Minsung woke up from their naps. She checked Kelly one more time, and she was at a ten.

“About time,” she muttered, making everyone else laugh.

4:13AM

“Hang on, Kelly,” the doctor instructed.

“What for?” she whimpered. She had been pushing for the past fifteen minutes, and her body was screaming at her to push another time.

“Her head’s out,” her nurse explained, “but the cord is around her neck. It needs to be unwrapped.”

Kelly said nothing but waited until the doctor gave his okay for her to push again. With all of the energy she could muster up, she pushed once more but let out a small squeal of agony. She hadn’t screamed while pushing despite the epidural wearing off right before pushing, but now she couldn’t bear it anymore. Thankfully, it was the last push, because she immediately felt the pressure release and relief washing over her.

“There’s your baby,” the nurses cooed as the doctor placed the tiny girl on Kelly’s chest and quickly began drying the newborn off. “Happy Birthday.”

The second Kelly laid her eyes on her daughter and held her she couldn’t hold back her tears of joy anymore. All of the pain she had just endured was worth it. The skin-to-skin contact made her heart flutter. She was a mother now. Minsung was a father. They were parents, and they both were in love. Minsung was beginning to tear up as Marianne’s first cries were heard around the room. Mrs. Wainwright was already sobbing as she was taking pictures of mother and child.

Little Marianne had inherited Kelly’s thick hair texture, but the color matched her father’s. She did have a bit of a cone head, but it wasn’t severe. Her face had most of Minsung’s features, but she definitely had Kelly’s ears.

After about a minute, Minsung was able to cut the cord.

“She’s perfect,” Minsung smiled as he stroked his wife’s head.

A/N: Should I make a part 2?

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