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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.

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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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moonlightndaydreams · 6 months ago

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Limbo - part 8

Pairing: Lee Minho x fem reader x Han Jisung

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9

Synopsis: Lee Minho is the mysterious new accountant at your workplace, and he seems to have his sights set on you. But things aren't so simple when your ex boyfriend Han comes back into the picture. Can you and Minho make it work, or will you get back with Han?

Spoiler: Happy ending, eventual poly minsung.

MDNI / smut

Chapter Summary: You call Han over to your house to confess the guilt you'd been feeling. It's angsty.

Taglist: open.

A/n: this story may be familiar to some. It’s a rework of one of my older stories where I’ve now changed my fem lead to be reader.

CW: unprotected p in v sex, angst

You opened your front door to find Han with a worried expression on his face.

“Are you okay, y/n? Has something happened?” he said with concern.

An hour before, you had somehow found yourself calling him, asking him to come over to your house. The guilt, the regret, it was eating at you. You needed to talk to him. You owed him some sort of explanation. You needed to share your side of things. Your reasoning. Why you couldn’t stay any longer. You wanted to say sorry.

But there was something else too. Part of you still felt a pang of want when you saw him, and although your brain screamed at you that calling him over was a bad idea, another part of you wanted to feel that angst his presence stirred in you. Were you just a sucker for heartache?

You ushered him into your living room, sitting down next to him on the couch and taking his hands in yours. You desperately searched his face, as if trying to communicate everything you were feeling and thinking.

Han searched your face in return, concern and confusion in his expression.

“Hannie,” you cried and cupped his cheeks with both hands. “I am so sorry! I… I abandoned you.” You sobbed as tears streamed down your face. “I just left you there… that night.” Your voice was full of grief and regret.

His expression softened into compassion. “Hey,” he soothed. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I fucked things up. You deserve so much better than how I treated you. I’m the one who’s sorry.” he said softly.

You dropped your arms, resting them in your lap in defeat. He lifted your chin gently so he could find your gaze. “I fucked up so bad. I’m sorry I hurt you.” He whispered. His eyes were full of sadness.

“I didn’t even say goodbye!” you choked between sobs.

“I didn’t deserve a goodbye.” He held your face in his hands, not letting go. Not looking away. He didn’t move, he just kept looking at you with a longing in his eyes. He licked his lips nervously. You wanted him. Oh fuck, you still wanted him.

“Fuck. y/n. Please. Don’t look at me like that.” He managed to say.

“Kiss me, Han. Just one last time.” Your voice was low and calm. Han closed his eyes and shook his head, removing his hands from your face and breaking your gaze.

“Hannie,” you continued, desperately. “I didn’t end things well. I just… I just want to..I don’t know, apologise. Make things right. Hannie. I’m so sor -”

Han’s lips landed on yours, silencing your words. You closed your eyes welcoming the kiss, even though you knew you shouldn’t be. He tasted like when you first met him. You missed this taste. His hands came up to hold your face again as he deepened the kiss, making you melt against him. Your lips moved together slowly and carefully. There was so much emotion behind this kiss. Hurt, grief, regret, forgiveness. You knew this was going to be it, though. This was goodbye. Your heart hurt, your chest felt tight, but you didn’t want to, you couldn’t, break the kiss.

Neither of you seemed to want this moment to end. Every time the kiss felt like it was coming to completion, one of you would hold on tighter to the other, pulling each other close, silently saying “not yet”.

Your bodies shifted, all while your lips remained connected, until you were laying down on the couch with Han above you. He eventually did pull away from the kiss, only to begin exploring your neck with his mouth, making you gasp. You knew this was wrong, that this would lead to even more regret, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stopping him. He felt so familiar. It was exactly what you were craving. Could you go back to the way you were before the drinking? Could you give it another shot?

Your gut said no.

But still, you let him continue to kiss you. You let him lay his bodyweight on you. You let his hand slip up underneath your shirt to caress your bare skin. You let him press his hardness between your legs and grind against you as he let out a deep moan, and you let him lift you off the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist, as he carried you to your bedroom.

Han gently laid you on the bed, and leaned up on his arms, hovering over you. “This is probably not a good idea. I’m scared it’ll fuck things up again. Besides, you’re not mine anymore.”

Your heart was breaking all over again. “Han. There will always be a part of me that belongs to you.” You wiped a tear from his face.

“This… this is gonna be the only - the last - time. Okay, y/n? We can call it a proper goodbye or some shit. Even though it seems pretty fucked up to me.”

You nodded, holding back tears. You both knew that this was probably the worst way to say goodbye. Actually, no. The worst was you leaving him without a goodbye at all. You both needed closure. Tomorrow would be a fresh start.

Han took you slow. He undressed you slowly, and you undressed him.

There were plenty of moments where one of you could’ve stopped what was unfolding, but neither of you did.

You moaned when he took your nipples in his mouth, and threw your head back when his tongue softly licked the skin on your neck. He took one of your hands, interlacing his fingers with yours as he held it on the pillow above your head. His other hand pulled your thigh wider so the head of his cock was nudging your entrance. You wrapped your free hand around his back pulling him in closer.

“Please, Hannie. I need to feel you inside me.” You whimpered.

He swallowed nervously. Then you felt the tip of his cock stretch you as it slipped in just an inch. “You…you’re so…wet.” He couldn’t seem to believe how ready you were to accept his cock. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he slid all the way inside. You didn’t anticipate the relief you felt having him fill you up like this.

He felt so much bigger than you remembered, or were you tighter? Or was it the emotions of the situation making you more sensitive? The drag of his cock against your walls made you cry out in little whimpers. Every time he pushed into you it felt like your heart was breaking and mending at the same time.

“We still fit together so well.” He panted.

“God… Han…Please…”

“Please, what?” he chuckled softly. Pulling away slightly so he could see your face.

“This…this is so intense.” You choked, then smiled shyly.

Han stroked your cheek. “Tell me what you need me to do, baby.”

Baby. It had been so long since you'd heard him say that. “Just don’t stop.” You touched his bottom lip.

You held onto each other as you made love, cleansing yourselves of all the regret, resentment and hurt that you'd caused each other.

Han’s breaths became heavier and he started to pant as his thrusts became faster and harder. You held onto him, bringing him as physically close to you as possible. Your lips found each other, your tongues collided. You cried out every time he pushed in deeper.

“I’m coming, Han.” You whispered and your orgasm crashed over you. You felt like you were floating away. Your walls squeezed around his cock, not wanting to ever let him go. This can’t be over yet.

“I’m close, baby.” He panted.

“Come inside me, Han, please. Don’t leave me yet.”

He cried out making a choked sound and you could feel him release himself inside you. You wanted to keep a part of him forever. He burst into sobs and slumped down on top of you. You were already crying. This wasn’t a feeling you were used to having after sex. It was as though the sex had exposed all the feelings you'd kept under control for so long. You were both a blubbering mess, as you held onto each other, wordlessly, until you fell asleep.

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The morning sun streaming through the window woke you. You squinted your eyes as you opened them. Your gaze fell on Han who was laying beside you watching you.

“How long have you been staring me?” You cringed.

Han half chuckled. “Not long. Don’t worry.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped gently around you, his fingers stroking the skin on your arm.

You laid in silence for few moments. It was the first time in a long time that the atmosphere felt peaceful.

“Hannie?” You eventually spoke. “Minho told me that you know each other.” You said softly.

His fingers stilled. “Oh? He did?” he hesitated before speaking again. “Um, yeah. We do.” he said quietly. “I didn’t interrupt something that night you two were together did I?” he sounded worried.

You leaned up on your arm so you could look at Han properly. “No. Things were over before they really began. We sort of had a thing…an office fling, I guess.” You sighed.

“Oh my God, we didn’t cheat on him last night did we?” he said with a horrified expression.

“Fuck no! That night after he saw you here, he didn’t want anything to do with me.” You flung yourself on your back and stared at the ceiling. “For weeks he wouldn’t tell me why. But then eventually he told me that he knows you. All I can think is he thinks I’m was a bitch of a girlfriend to you.”

Han leaned up on his side now. “Why would he think that? I never said anything bad about you.”

“I don’t know. I guess he came to his own conclusions, then.” You decided.

“He only said you two worked together. Nothing about a fling.” He scratched his head. “Minho’s a great guy. Actually, come to think of it, you two would make a great couple. I’m surprised he let you go.”

“What? You’d actually want to see us together? Me and Minho?” You raised your eyebrows suspiciously. Han nodded. “Yes, you’d be cute together. Hey?” he leaned in close. “What’s he like in bed?”

You playfully slapped his arm. “What kind of fucking question is that?”

This felt nice. Just joking and talking casually like this. “Actually, I wouldn’t know. We never had sex in a bed.” You pouted.

Han’s eyes grew wide. “So it was literally an office-only thing?”

You nodded and then proceeded to tell him about the audio recording of you and Minho and the drama at work.

“Oh wow. Baby, that has got to be the most embarrassing thing I have ever heard.” He laughed in disbelief. “So this Janine woman? She sounds like a fucking bitch. Did they fire her? Poor Minho. And you.” He added.

“Yep, she’s gone. But I don’t know how I’m ever going to show my face at work again.”

You narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why did you want to know what Minho is like in bed? Oh my fucking God! You fancy him don’t you?” You pointed your finger at him.

Han shrugged. “I’d be blind if I didn’t, y/n! And you know what? To make things worse - for me - he’s bi.”

“He is?” Your eyes widened. You hadn’t realised.

Han nodded. “Yeah! And I stupidly hit on him. Fuck!” he closed his eyes, embarrassed of the memory. “Three months into the mentorship program. He said something about ‘abuse of power’ and me being vulnerable or some shit.” He looked at you.

“The things is y/n, the program ended not long after. We just meet up for the friendship now. He’s so admirable having boundaries and everything, but it made me want him more. But anyway, he isn’t interested in me like that, so I decided to just accept it.”

You needed a moment to let all of Han’s words sink in. Han had a thing for Minho?. “Oh, Han? I’m sorry I slept with him then. I didn’t know any of this.” How things could get even more fucked up than they already were you didn’t know.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Han held your hand. “I’m fine. Really. You and Minho have given me a fresh start. I’m sober. I’m ready to start fresh with my life. I wouldn’t be in such a positive place if it weren’t for the pair of you.” He laid on his back. “You leaving me made me realize that I needed to change. Minho coming into my life made me realize that I have what it takes to change.”

You had never felt more proud of him than you did right then. He’d grown insightful and reflective. There was no hint of blame or resentment. He’d changed. You smiled, but then it faded with your next thought. “Do you still have feelings for Minho?” you asked.

Han paused in thought. “I’m not really sure you can ever stop feeling things for people.” He turned to you. “Like when you said there’ll always be a part of you that’s mine. Well that’s how I feel about you too. And Minho.” He threaded his fingers through his hair. “What am I even saying? It sounds so fucked up when I say it out loud!” he groaned.

“Well it looks like Minho doesn’t belong to either of us at this point.” You stated. Han laughed. “Fuck! Imagine if he heard us right now? Pining for him. The fucker.”

You and Han couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of how utterly fucked this situation truly was.

“So are you still seeing him? As friends?” You wondered.

“To be honest he canceled the last few times we’d planned to meet… after that night I was here he saw me a few times, to check in on me. But after that he’s been avoiding me. So I don’t really know where things stand.” He shrugged, and got up to take a shower.

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While Han was in the bathroom you pottered around the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. Maybe things weren’t as confusing or as messed up as you felt it was? You and Han were attracted to Minho. Minho said he couldn’t pursue anything with Han. You wondered if Minho had wanted to though. You shook her head. That’s irrelevant. Minho and you fucked a few times, and now Minho wants nothing to do with you. Case closed.

That leaves just you and Han to work out your situation. So far you hadn’t regretted what happened the night before. It seemed irrational and unlikely that sleeping with Han would make moving on easier, but maybe it was exactly what was needed? For the first time in a long time you felt hopeful. Maybe you could actually be friends? Maybe you could be there and support him? Maybe you could learn to finally forgive yourself? Maybe now you could move on with your life properly?

“This is going to be the only time. Call it a proper goodbye…”

But there was a small part deep inside you that you were trying to ignore. The one that was telling you that you you were far from over Han. The one that wanted last night to last forever.

Nope, you thought, pushing that voice away. You needed to move on. From both Han and Minho. Maybe you should just avoid them? Then you remembered. Tomorrow you were returning to the office, and Minho would be there.

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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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stayconnecteed · 2 months ago

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Holy shit okay- Hi Mars!! I just came to rant because SO MUCH GOOD NEWS was just dropped on me in the span of like, 2 hours I'm unwell

First I have a shit morning and then I open Instagram to Minsung dancing and fondgazing at each other which immediately makes me start crying cause they make me so happy and they looked so happy as we haven't had a Minsung video in FUCKING forever. Then I see the other pairings do the dance and Innie running from Chan and Binni smiling so fondly at Hyunjin and SeungLix being goofs and I needed like a half hour to calm tf down cause I was SOBBING

Then I go on Twitter and immediately get hit with CHANGBIN COLLABING WITH ITZY!!! HE'S FUCKING COLABBING WITH ITZY MARS I'M SCREAMING!!!!

I'm freaking out about ITZY with my Twitter moots and get a message from another moots about Arcane. I go check it out cause I'm BEYOND HYPED for season 2 I've waited 2 years for this AND I SEE STRAY KIDS ON THE LIST OF ARTISTS ON THE TRACK LIST MARS I almost chucked my phone across the kitchen

THEY'RE ON THE TRACK LIST COLLABING WITH YOUNG MIKO AND FEMALE RAPPER AND TOM MORELLO WHO'S PRO PAL!!! I don't know the two other than what I've learned in the last few minutes since the announcement BUT I plan to look them up cause apparently they're really cool!!!

So many good things today I seriously hope you have an amazing day as well and- OH MY GOSH I ALMOST FORGOT THEY'RE DOING ANOTHER INTRO AND OUTRO FOR THE ANIME TOWER OF GOD!!! I absolutely LOVE Slump it's one of my favorite Skz songs ever and I'm honestly so so excited to hear the other songs as well!!! Akfhsudhakhskdvsksvsksndkdn Mars I hope you have an awesome day 🤍🤍🤍 how are things with you?

AAAAA CUBBS!!!!!! you're actually doing god's work because i disabled my instagram & deleted my twitter ( i'm on a socials detox for personal reasons ) and moony was the one sending me the pics the kids posted on ig. BUT I DIDN'T KNOW A THING ABOUT ANY OF THIS!!!!!!

WHAT MINSUNG VIDEO WDYM WE GOT DANCES W THE DORM PAIRINGS?!?!?!?!!? AND CHANGBIN COLLABING WITH ITZY OH MY GOOOOOD THAT'S GOING TO BE FIRE!!!!!!!! AND ARCANE!!!!!! my irl friends are obsessed w that series and we're planning to watch the first season together in halloween because i haven't soooo now i have more reasons akjsdashdkasj

i had an amazing day, cubbs, thank you very much!!!!! i started my first part time job today - teacher for a little girl to help her w her english - and this week i started my second year of college too, so i'm super tired, but i'm feeling content hehe how have you been, my love??

#letters ✉️ ˚. ᵎᵎ #一 🤍 . cubbs

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skzms · 4 months ago

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May my beloved,

I'm super duper late to our Minsung pirate au but omg I finished it in one night and took 15+ screenshots and noted so many quotes. I am speechless, like so amazed I can't even form words to describe how amazing and beautiful this whole series is. Every character background, their development and it was just... feels so real, amazing structures and everything. I don't know my words are kinda shit at the moment (I slept at 5 am) but truly no words can really express how I feel about this. But this story is definitely stays in my bloodstream till the day I die, that's for sure. I usually have vivid dreams related to things I encounter during the day, I'm sure pirate minsung will sneak into my dreams in the next few weeks at least (In fact I'm 98% sure they did last night but I passed out again this morning and forgot). And I would be more than happy to see them. My favourite scene is Minho and Jisung in the bathroom and their kiss (I had to pause, punch the pillow and took a video reaction to calm down).

I'm glad to be alive still, to be able to read such amazing stories from you (life has been extra rough on me these past months *sob), thank you so much for creating such treasures, really soothes and heals me through this dark time.

Have a wonderful day, I love you lots. MWAH

ah nonnie oh my god :') you have no idea how much this message made my heart SOAR you are so, so, so kind and I'm so happy that my story resonated with you like this and is helping giving you some respite when life is though, like, I still can't believe I get to touch your life like this :')

I'm sending you the biggest, warmest, most comforting hug and I hope life will be kind to you again, I hope the dark times will pass quickly so you can see the light and the warmth again <3 don't forget there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, it's just a matter of time <3

#may's asks #from: anon

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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 · 4 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.

Tags: @cuddly-bangchan @lordseochangbin @channiesmixtape @starryseung @felixsanxchatbot @jisungsjheekies

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jinlix · 4 years ago

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✨ for miss belly hehe 🖤

omg I had to look for your masterlist bc it's not like I remember my top 10 fics from you or whatever 🙄 anyway we be simpping, let's get this top 10 already. In that specific order bc you know it already.

words unspoken: best hyunjin fic ever written, I don't care what u say. Don't come at me saying "you know I wrote it in one sit, right?" Bc yes I KNOW and still you made me sob with everything in it. I still cry abt it every time I read it, it's just perfect. The way u knew me before we even talked? Just magical. "Can I choose/pick?" Will FOREVER hunt my dreams and my whole life and honestly that's what I deserve.

define it: it's here but it's, in fact, #1 just like WU. and again, I can't tell how much I love it without mentioning the fact I cried bc yes sobbing is like a level to love something for me and u know I did. The grocery shop scene will never leave me bc it's just the purest thing ever, I'm obsessed with the night movie part so much it's too much for me to handle but just bc I'm in the mood to cuddle with him like 24/7 and the kiss...... you know this is the best kiss I've ever read and yeah I'm exposing myself here but whatever, I love it I need it we stan. Doesn't matter what he said, he's my star.

bloom.mp3: JUST. U KNOW. I think about it a lot, the whole dj!au is my life and there's somethin about how pure and s*xy this fic is that just kills me, I love it. I love college!au and I loved seeing you writing this one, one of the best kelby moments ever, really.

metronome: I know..... soy was originally here but I'm feeling metronome so much these days. I LOVE the final scene of this one specifically, and that says a lot bc you know I always love the way u end your fics but there's something so cozy and comfy and f2l here that just makes me feel so many things. I love it.

misfits: no I still haven't read youngblood but I'll NEVER give up about my queen misfits. You know, she's probably the one fic of yours I read the most (besides the hyunjin ones ofc) and just fml I LOVE minho's and y/n's relationship here more than anything. I love ??? The beginning so much ??? The way they met each other is so casual and that pizza scene FML I LOVE IT. SO MUCH. The dialogue is everything to me, the way he asks the "do you want me to?" just always gets me and listen I read this fic like +5 times lmao. Also the minsung, everything is perfect. I really love it. Cried too but u know it already.

set on you: I'M SORRY SOY actually she was up there I'm just feeling misfits kinda of fic more ig.... the places change (not hyunjin's tho) but the fics doesn't but you know what makes is so hard to put soy here? The car scene. YOU KNOW IT. it's like she's hunting me and everything abt that one scene is judging me right now so yeah I'm begging for pardon but I also absolutely love everything about soy. She does owns my heart and so does the whole space metaphoric ending u nerd

beautiful stranger: it's a kelly list if we don't have lix but the fact that this fic actually SUCH trope I love is everything to me (actually, remind me to reread it again pls tks) I love drama kid!lix I LOVE THE KISS SO MUCH. the desperation. the love. everything is just I love. And on a side note I LOVE HYUNJIN HERE!!! Best boy pls be my bff thanks

part cup: the one fic I read when I was having such weird time and I still can't deal with it, ofc, tears were shared. Again I LOVE the kiss scene, there's like something abt the pool that just makes everything so,,,, u know,, 🥺 I love it here.

It's knot you: aaaaaah the first ruby fic I've ever read, just perfect. It's the twisted soulmate au that got me in love with ur writing but everything else made me l*ve you too ig :/ so yeah forever thankful for that one.

Honorable mentions: sacrifice (probably the one I cried the most reading... i hate u but also don't.), free fall (and I hate to admit how much hyunjin and his 3 lines distracted me here but he did), strawberries, chateau and ready or not 😳

And I'll just add here the edits too bc you know only the best for u whatever anyway: hyunjin bday, lix bday, the aesthetic here, my pretty hyunlix one 🥺 and u know why this one ;)

send me ✨ + your creations tag & I’ll answer with my top five favorite edits of yours!

#crazy how I'd talk abt ur fics for hours #I'm aware the 'for miss belly' might be you asking for my faves from me #but i hope u know I'll get every opportunity to hype you so this is ruby only love zone #deal with it ok.#yes I was being sarcastic everything I said in this head is bc I remember your fics way too well..... don't @ me #葵花 🌻#ask #I'll finish these tomorrow !! ruby's essay drained me ruby don't interact with this tag

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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.”

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