#my eyes are watery like i miss yunho

[nabis-dreamscape-world]

13 - ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ꜱᴇx/ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ -

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ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ

pairing: astronaut! yunho x astronaut! reader (fem)

genre: space au, angst, smut

summary: your lover visits your room during the late night hours.

w.c: 2.2k

warnings: service top! yunho, sub! reader, pet names, oral (receiving), fingering, edging, kissing, unprotected mirror sex, squirting, tiny spit mention

a/n: i keep hurting myself with these ahhhh im so sorry i swear this is the last angsty one for the fff series ;-; also listen to 'astronomy' by conan gray if you want to cry <3

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Sitting on the edge of your bed, you stared out of the large, clear window on your side of the spaceship, quietly surveying the abundance of stars, some fading into the dark void of space, some glowing intensely, their light almost blinding — though the brightest ones were destined to die sooner than later. Your fingers rubbed the edges of the silver locket you usually kept tucked away inside your suit, slowly opening and closing it back up, idly glancing down at the small picture of your one and only love, who was smiling back at you through the faded glass.

It was only when you heard the ding of your door passcode being punched in correctly that you snapped out of your trance, your face lighting up at the sight of the man you were quietly reminiscing about. "Yunho, you didn't have to visit me this late, you know. You should be getting your rest," you nagged him, despite the light blush that formed on your cheeks, your lips curling into a small smile.

Yunho stood there for a moment, simply gazing at you, returning the smile you gave him. "I can rest once I've given you my love, Y/N." He walked towards you, momentarily distracted by his reflection in the window behind you, studying his features, as though they were unfamiliar to him.

"Your love, hm?" You ran your thumb over your locket one last time, before standing up from the bed in front of him, distracting him from his reflection. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” You ran your fingers along the seam of his sleek suit until you got to the zipper near his neck, slowly pulling it down, revealing his broad body underneath.

He mirrored your actions, unzipping your suit as well and peeling off your undergarments until your were bare before him, leaving only your locket. “What was I like back then?” he asked softly, holding your locket in the palm of his large hand, opening it up to look at the faded photo.

You placed your hands on his forearms, feeling his tense muscles underneath, running them up onto his chest and downwards, closing your eyes. “Strong-willed, full of life, and always ready for the next adventure…” you recalled, your voice cracking slightly toward the end of your sentence.

He sensed your pain, lowering himself to press his forehead onto yours as an attempt to comfort you, closing his eyes as well. “We were inseparable, weren’t we?”

“Mm-hmm…” You placed your cold hands on his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs along his jaw for a while, eventually opening your watery eyes, meeting his brown ones that were already gazing into yours. “You were my everything. You still are.”

Yunho’s serious disposition softened completely, coming to understand his role and effect on your life. “Come here, Y/N,” he beckoned, holding your chin and tilting it up towards him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, eventually pulling back, only for you to chase him, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, his hands resting on your hips. When you slipped your tongue into Yunho’s mouth, he moved his against yours, your eyes shut tight, despite his being open ever so slightly to study your reactions. Once you were finding yourself needing more, you broke the kiss, whispering against his lips, “Darling, can you please go down on me?”

Yunho licked your saliva from his lips, his hands running up and down your waist. Thinking of the soft smile he had in the photo, his lips curled into the same exact one, looking down at you with kind eyes. “Of course I can, Darling. Whatever you want, I can provide.”

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Yunho was positioned between your thighs, holding you down on the edge of your bed, quietly lapping at your soaked folds and slit, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. “Mm, Yunho, that feels good,” you moaned softly, reaching down to run your fingers through his dark locks, admiring how he looked below you.

“How can I make you feel better than that? Should I use my fingers?” he inquired, studying your flushed features and waiting for further instruction, his large tongue now swiping at your clit. “Based on your previous preferences, maybe my cock?”

“Yunho, I want you to do whatever you want to me…just take your time…and make me so wet, I make a mess…” Just as you spoke, Yunho suddenly grabbed your ankles and moved them up so that they were near your head, standing above you. Blushing, you looked up at him with glossy doe eyes, watching as he sent a long string of spit down onto your mound, feeling it slip down your cunt. “Edge me, okay?”

“Mm.” Yunho eagerly rubbed two fingers up and down your messy cunt, from your clit to your hole, making you whimper. He studied the wet, squelching sounds it made, zoning in on it, two small rings of light rotating around the edges of his irises. “I’ll edge you, my love, until you unravel entirely for me.”

Yunho kept his promise. Without fail, he regularly brought you to your limit with his tongue and fingers, only to rip your orgasm away from you at the very last second, over and over again until you broke down.

“Yun…ho…” you whispered in a fragile tone, tears staining your cheeks, crying out from the sensation of your lover rubbing your g-spot with his weighted fingers. Your lower half felt hot and heavy, continuing to pulse, your arousal leaking out of your cunt like a broken faucet. “I want to cum now…”

Yunho hunched over to bring his mouth onto your mound, speeding up his arm movements, using his tongue to rapidly swipe at your clit. He had exerted so much energy during the past hour to bring you in and out of a state of pure pleasure, though he didn’t have a single drop of sweat on his body. “Cum, my Darling. You’ve been so good for me,” he moaned onto you, the vibrations of his voice making you shudder.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you chanted under your breath, more tears spilling out of your watery eyes. It felt so good to be taken care of by your love, so much so that it made you forget entirely about how insanely lonely it felt to be trapped in a metal prison day after day, all while floating aimlessly around space for an unforeseeable amount of time. “Yunho…!”

Yunho watched your cunt pulse around his fingers, a sudden squirt of liquid spraying onto his face, making him close his eyes and shake his head a bit, the tips of his hair wet.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry, baby.” You pulled your legs back down and sat up when Yunho released them, breathing heavily and feeling a bit faint from cumming so hard. “I didn’t mean to…”

He shook his head again, holding up his cum-soaked fingers in front of you, spreading them to watch the thick strings drip down onto his palm. “It’s only natural with how many times I edged you, baby. You seem to like going back and forth between a state of pure pleasure and immediate loss. Is it that enjoyable?”

You grew quiet for a moment, turning your head to gaze out into space, focusing on the nearest planet, which was Saturn, though it’s rings were invisible from how far your ship was stationed.

“Y/N?” he called, putting a hand down on your shoulder, but standing still, not sure what to do next. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you answered softly, slowly standing up from the bed and leaning your back against the cool glass of the window behind you. Noticing how incredibly hard Yunho was, his cock completely stiff and twitching, you reached over and ran your fingers up his length. “What do you think I would like next?”

He observed you for a few seconds, pressing his cool body against yours, replying, “For me to fuck you against the window. You want it rough too. You want to forget.”

Though your pain remained, your urge to be filled by Yunho was much stronger than your urge to eject yourself out into space with the aid of an emergency escape pod. You tilted his head down and pressed your lips to his jaw, whispering, “Then, what are you waiting for?”

-

With your hands pressed firmly into the glass, you were routinely slammed forward into it, having to keep your arms bent to prevent your face from being smashed. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, baby…” Yunho had his body completely flush against yours from behind, with one arm snaked around your waist to keep you still, the other routinely rubbing your clit, his fingers barely brushing over his cock as it pounded into you.

“Look at your pretty face, Darling,” he commanded, using one hand to grab your chin and make you focus on your reflection, his other hand still working on your clit. “Your cheeks are filled with warmth…your body heat is rising more and more, and your eyes are glossy and dilated, full of so much lust for me…”

“It’s all because of you…” Shuddering when Yunho began leaving kisses and licks to your neck, his eyes still focused solely on yours in the reflection, you almost felt like you couldn’t take it. “Fuck me against the window now, Yunho. I want to face you.”

Yunho obeyed, spinning you around and lifting you up from the floor by with your waist, then pressing you into the window and wrapping your legs around him. “Do you want to kiss me, Darling?” Observing your quiet nod, he slotted his lips onto yours, slipping his tongue inside almost immediately. Exploring your mouth with urgency, he sunk his fingers into your soft hips, your arousal allowing his thick length to slip in and out of you with ease.

With your heads tilted and your mouths open, your tongues entwined, occasionally swiping at one another, your combined saliva dripping down your chins. You wrapped your arms tightly around your lover’s neck, squeezing him against you, his cock ramming into you so quickly, you were almost afraid that he’d crack the glass behind you. “Cumming…” you moaned into his mouth, barely able to form the word without the use of your tongue, opening your eyes to watch as he sucked on yours.

Yunho broke the kiss, licking your saliva away. He placed his lips near your ear, breathing heavily into it, “Would you like to hear how much I love you as you cum for me?”

“Yes. Tell me.” You nodded your head so quick it almost made you dizzy, your heated core throbbing so intensely, you knew his words would drive you over the edge.

Yunho pulled back to gaze into your half-lidded eyes, replying in a soft voice, “I love you so much, my Darling. My love for you is stronger than the gravitational pull of Saturn to its rings.” Hearing you moan and feeling you clench around his cock, he continued, wanting you to cum as hard as you could for him. “No, my love for you is more like a burning star, filled with a devout determination and fire to never go out.”

It was too much. All of it. “Yunho!” you cried out, your voice hoarse and broken, clutching him so close to you, you could feel his heart ticking against yours. Your essence practically poured out of you, spilling down his length and thighs, eventually trickling down onto the dark carpet.

After a kiss or two, Yunho set you down, allowing you to turn around and face the vast emptiness of space once again, his hands rubbing your shoulders as a way to comfort you. In a daze, you almost didn’t hear him when he asked, “Do you think you’ll ever be able to move on?”

“Huh…?” You suddenly heard an audible mechanic whirring sound coming from behind you, causing you to turn around just in time to watch as your lover's face slowly disappeared and began to be replaced by smooth silver chrome. It never got easier to see that, no matter how many times it happened.

The android stood up straight, studying the back of you when you turned away from it. Instead of Yunho's gentle voice, an emotionless robotic tone came out instead, asking for the third time that week, "Do you want to extend the session, Y/N?”

You ran your fingers over your precious locket, gazing at your lonely reflection sitting inside an ocean of black. "Yes, for another hour."

A few lights glowed around the metal seams of the android, eventually questioning with the same emptiness as before, "Would you like to replay the same scenario or should I program a different one?"

You closed your eyes, hanging your head, not having the strength to be alone again. "You can do the same one."

There was silence for a moment, the mechanical whirring sound growing louder, before a hand settled on your shoulder, turning you back around to face him. You looked up at the android that resembled your one and only love, who was long gone, your memories of him scattered like the stars that surrounded you. With a heavy heart, you nuzzled your cheek against his hand when he placed it there, still finding solace in his artificially made smile and twinkling eyes. "Yunho..."

He caressed your tear-streaked face, his lips forming the same frown you gave him, imploring softly, "My love, why are you crying?"

You shook your head, allowing him to wipe your tears away with his thumbs. "No reason. I'm just happy to see you, is all."

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edit: whoops forgot to add this lol

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[gummygowon]

2:34am | jeong yunho

word count: 235 genre: smut, slight fluff? sub!yunho x gn!reader, warnings: teasing, dom/sub themes, crying a/n: this is most definitely something new LMFAO idk what came over me but enjoy! pls let me know if i miss any warnings

there was something enticing to yunho seeing you take control. maybe he liked the way your eyes darkened with lust when he asked you to top. or maybe it was the teasing tone you had whenever you talked to him.

"look at how well my baby is doing." you coo. "you can give me another one can't you?"

your eyes watched yunho intensely as you stroked his cock at a slow pace. yunho's mouth was opened slightly as he used his left arm to shield his eyes from your intense gaze. it was evident he was embarrassed. his face was flushed and he was whining like a bitch.

"awww come on baby, don't be shy. let me see your pretty face." you whispered as used your free hand to move his arm.

yunho's eyes peeked from his forearm and tears pooled at the bottom of his lashes.

you paused for a second to check up on him, "are you alright love? do you want to continue still?"

he nodded his head quickly, eyes still watery as he looked at you intensely.

"i need words baby boy." you answer stiffly.

"f-fuck please keep going." he groaned out, his eyes shutting tightly as he felt you pick up the pace on his cock.

"that wasn't so hard was it?" you tease with a smirk moving your hands even faster. "be a good boy for me then yeah?"

[gohyuck]

my someone

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

genre: angst to fluff, f2l

warnings: n/a

word count: 1.5k

“you’ve been out here all night.”

you startle, not expecting yunho to come up beside you. he’s smiling at you when you turn to the side, one of his hands wrapped around the balcony railing in front of him. the fairy lights strung up overhead bathe him in light, reflecting off of his all-white suit. your best friend looks almost angelic, and the soft, inquiring gaze he has completes the picture.

“for someone so big, you have, like, crazy light footsteps,” you respond, a corner of your lips pulling up as you turn to face him. “didn’t hear you at all.”

“you’re dodging the question.” yunho slides the hand on the railing towards you slightly, and you can’t help but let your breath hitch once you feel the knuckle of his thumb against the thin cloth of your formalwear. you know he’s just being kind, being genuine as he gets closer to you. perhaps he thinks it’s his duty as your date. maybe he counts it as his duty as your best friend.

“you haven’t even asked a question.” you’re still grinning as you meet his eyes, though you’re sure the ache in your chest is easily seen in your expression, no matter how hard you try to hide it. you don’t even know why you’re indulging yunho right now: he’s always read you so easily. it’s doubly bad now, considering that he’s the reason you’ve spent half your prom night out at the balcony of the hotel floor the school had rented.

he’d seemed so happy, so content talking and laughing with the rest of your friends. yunho’d helped one girl with her hair, pulled another guy closer by the waist as they’d both lost it over a joke mingi’d made about jongho and beating the ever-loving shit out of a watermelon in the name of sport. sure, he’d asked you to be his date (“best friend privileges, am i right?” “whatever. you’re buying me a corsage.”), but he could’ve asked anyone and they would’ve said yes in a heartbeat.

you aren’t special.

“figured the question was implied,” he’s smirking now, though his eyes remain ever-so-slightly concerned. once you don’t respond, only continue to smile detachedly at him, he sighs before wrapping his arms around you entirely and pulling your body into his.

“what’s wrong, moonshine?” yunho murmurs his nickname into your hair, and you can’t help but let a quiet, airy laugh out at it. he’d taken to calling you ‘sunshine’ back in sixth grade until you’d had your emo/alt not-a-phase phase in seventh and told him the name made you feel too nice, and that you weren’t nice, you were edgy, among other things. he’d laughed directly in your face before switching to ‘moonshine’, asking you if that was an edgy enough name.

it’d stuck ever since. he’s stuck ever since. his hand rubs up and down your back now as if to soothe you, and you know he’s aware of how tight your muscles are pulled.

your heart aches. you can’t do this anymore: it’s been years upon years of having yunho as your best friend and nothing more, and you think it’s finally, finally taken a toll on you. the ache is intensified by how sure you are of the fact that he doesn’t love you back: you’ve never had another person to call your own, and yunho’s had plenty. He’s cycled through boyfriend, girlfriend, partner after partner since high school had started, never keeping someone for more than a few months. you’d always watched his relationships fall apart like movie scenes you couldn’t tear your eyes away from. you’d always held him in the aftermath, ever the epitome of a good friend.

“i’ll never find love, will i?” you voice the thought aloud, meeting yunho’s gaze with a strength you’d previously been unaware of. it’s as if your question is a challenge, one he can either meet or deny. maybe you still have a bit of hope left in you.

yunho stares back, albeit more confused - and a little saddened - than he had been seconds prior. he says nothing, and the ray of hope piercing your heart breaks in half, like an arrow being pulled unceremoniously out of a dead warrior.

you’ve had enough. you look away. your head hangs.

it’s only when you can’t see him, can only see the white of his suit that you let all of your thoughts fall out, finally convinced that it - whatever it is - is done.

“i just - i… i’ve never had someone of my own. i mean i know that it’s only senior year, and that i have my life ahead of me, but sometimes it feels like i - it feels like the one person i’ve always loved will never love me back.” you pause in your rambling to take a breath, and yunho mistakes you for finished. he opens his mouth to speak, but you raise a hand to silence him, narrowly missing hitting his nose. you don’t care. you forge on. “he’s always with someone or the other - i mean i guess he isn’t with someone now, or whatever, but - god you won’t get it, because you’re like that, you always have someone. he’s always with everyone but me and it sucks because i love you so fucking much that it physically hurts.”

there’s silence, only your muted breathing, and then, as you register what you’ve said - i love you, instead of i love him - there are tears. he knows. all these years, and now he knows.

you turn away to look over the balcony, suddenly having to work hard to keep yourself from gasping for breath. the ache has not dulled, not in the slightest, but at least the pressure is off your chest. at least its made way for a new kind of weight.

before you can mull over - re: cry over - what’s just happened, a warm hand comes up to cup the side of your face closest to it, a thumb swipes one of your tears away. you can’t help but glance at yunho, expecting to see him crestfallen at the ruination of your friendship.

he’s smiling the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“i’ve always had someone, yeah, but that someone’s always been you,” he says, words rushed because he doesn’t want you to cry any harder. “it’s always been you. nobody else has ever stayed because none of them have ever compared to you. i thought - i thought you didn’t want me, so i never even tried.”

his other hand rests gingerly against your waist for a moment before he deems it too awkward, instead sliding his arm around your middle fully before pulling you into him again. yunho’s words are still taking root in your heart, still being processed in your mind, and it’s a moment before you’re crying twice as hard in realization. it’s you for him just as it’s him for you?

“i love you, moonshine, always have.” he cements it before you can ask him too many questions, the words mumbled against your hair as he holds you close. yunho is all around you, enveloping you, and your whirlwind of emotions ends in you feeling very, very safe.

you pull away to take a good look at his smiling face, and he brushes all of your tears away before they can stain your face. his mouth is quirked into a smirk, though it’s softened by how kind his eyes and actions are. you can’t help but give him a watery smile of your own, though you can hardly believe what’s happening.

“i think,” you say, words wavering. his gaze is soft, encouraging, and he waits for you to continue. “i think we should talk it over properly in the car.”

“sure,” your best friend (soon to be boyfriend) replies, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. it feels right. “we can talk all night long. hell, we might have to talk all night long. for now, though, you owe me a dance, yeah?”

as if the universe is listening, the dance pop song in the background fades out just as yunho finishes his question, transitioning to a slower r&b song. you watch as people filter off the dance floor, only a number of couples remaining as they start slow dancing. yunho steps away from you and holds a hand out, and you don’t hesitate in taking it, eyes dried and smile big as your love pulls you from the balcony and leads you to the dance floor.

you have your first kiss with yunho at prom, colored lights illuminating your faces and smooth rhythms backing crooning vocals as a soundtrack, his arms looped around your waist and your own thrown over his shoulders, his mouths slotting perfectly against yours, and it’s magical. it’s as if everything you’ve never said is behind that kiss, every moment the two of you’ve missed before. it’s beautiful, and wonderful, and, more than anything, it’s truly, truly magical.

it’s magical enough for him to mention it in his wedding vows to you, years upon years later.

[heyitsmerose]

Ateez Reaction to their s/o calling them when they’re in danger (maknae line)

TW: Sensitive content and mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2.6k

Mature Language*

San: (creep at the beach)

(From the perspective on San’s Girlfriend - read pt.1 for Yunho’s girlfriend’s pov)

You and San were at the beach with the rest of Ateez and their girlfriends. It was a nice way to get away from their busy lifestyles as idols and for everyone to just have a day off. You and Yunho’s girlfriend were quite close and decided to go shell collecting together.

The rest of Ateez’s and Ateez girlfriends were taking pictures, building sand castles and having fun, while Yunho and his Mingi went to go get ice cream for everyone.

You were laughing and giggling with one another, collecting sea shells, and comparing one another’s like kids, until two tall men interrupted the both of you.

“Hey ladies! are you here at the beach to have a fun time?” One of them said. You, being the bubbly and friendly person that you were, decided to respond and make conversation.

“Yeah, we’re just collecting seashells” You smiled back at them 

“with our boyfriends” Yunho’s girlfriend added

“Hey, it’s alright they’re just being nicee” You whispered back to her

“You never know” she just shrugged back

“Anyways, do you girls know where we can pick up some hot ladies” At this point, you looked a little uncomfortable. Who just comes up and asks you stuff like that?

“There’s a bar up ahead, hope you find what youre looking for, it was nice talking to you” Yunho’s girlfriend sternly said. You were glad to have a stricter mom friend like her, she was quick to take charge. She grabbed your arm and turned the opposite direction, and you gladly accepted.

“Hey, no, no wait up, we just want to talk” The other man grabbed her wrist.

“Let go of me” She sternly said. You tried prying his arm off of her wrist but to no avail. You were starting to get a little scared. It was surprising how she was able to keep her composure

“We need to go back now, let me go!” Yunho’s girlfriend yelled at him. At this point your eyes were watering. This was such an overwhelming and scary situation, not to mention, these men were way taller than you and could easily do anything they pleased. That thought gave you shivers.

The man holding Yunho’s girlfriends arm looked to his friend and his friend then looked at you. He walked closer, and you tried taking a step back. Before you could however, he gripped your chin and neck with one of his hands while the other was one your shoulder. You felt disgusted and at this point, the tears were already flowing out your eyes.

“Let go of me!” You yelled at him, trying to step back, only for his nails to further dig into your shoulder

“Let us go!” Yunho’s girlfriend yelled at the both of them. She then managed to kick and shove the one holding you onto the ground and you were free. You looked back at her with watery eyes, she just nodded at you and told you to call someone for help. Looking at the situation you both were in, you got more overwhelmed and fell to the ground with your phone in your hands fumbling on the dial pad, trying to call someone. You called Yunho, as you were scared for his girlfriend. 

[Yunho-yah] You cried on the phone

[Hey, hey, hey, Y/n, what’s wrong]

[We were collecting seashells and these 2 men started talking to us and touching us, please come get us] you tried getting the words out

[What the hell!? both of you stay right there, me and San are coming to get you, don’t worry. Stay on the call with me okay, you’re going to be alright]

[Please hurry, they’re hurting her] You sobbed loudly scared for your friend.

You then looked up to see the one that was holding you before was walking towards you. You tried to stand up, but your legs would not cooperate. The man abruptly pulled you up by your waist as you tried to get out of his grip. 

“Already falling for me, eh?” He said creepily

“No, please let me go” you tried saying as sternly as you could, only for it to come out as a bare whisper. He then proceeded to slip his hands under you white sundress, as you tried getting away. 

“Don’t touch me please! Im begging you!” you tried reasoning, while sobbing loudly.

“Y/N!” you heard your boyfriend San’s voice and relief flooded in. Yunho kicked the guy holding you and then ran to his girlfriend. As soon as the man let go of you, you fell to the sand crying and sobbing. San crouched down to your level and took you in his arms, sitting you on his lap. You hid your face from him trying to look down, however he grabbed your cheeks and made you look at him. You were surprised to see tears in his eyes too, flowing freely.

“What the hell is wrong with those creeps” San yelled as Yunho and his girlfriend both felt bad for the situation you were in. This man had inappropriately touched you, and you were scared.

You were hyperventilating and flinched at his touch and San had never felt more devastated.

“Baby, follow me okay” He guided your hand to his chest to feel his breathing. Soon enough, you started taking longer breaths and were no longer hyperventilating.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to protect you” He said, voice cracking at the end

“It’s not your fault” you reassured him leaning into him further. The last thing you wanted was for him to blame himself. 

For the rest of the afternoon, you noticed how two members had followed you at all times, and how San, specifically never let you out of his sight.

Mingi: (kidnapper)

You and Mingi had just started dating, it had been a few months and you were slowly falling more in love with him. None of you had said it yet though. You lived separately and took turns to go to each other’s houses. You always looked forward to your week, when you had to visit his house though. Upon reaching his house, it was like heaven, it smelled like him and you couldnt have asked for more. Today, it was your turn to go to his house and you were excited to say the least. 

You quickly packed some gum, extra leggings, your phone and a charger with you. You plugged in your favourite song and began skipping down the streets carefree. It was around 4pm so you weren’t really too worried, however one thing that was weird was how empty the streets were. Shrugging it off, you began humming and walking to his house. It was a few blocks away, so you didn’t mind walking. 

After a few turns, you came across an older man, supposedly in his 40s with a young kid. It was quite normal to bring your kids with you on walks around the neighbourhood, so again you just decided to not pay to much attention to it. As you reached closer however, you could hear them arguing over the music, while the older man tried pushing the kid in your direction. You looked away, trying to be less awkward in this situation. The little kid shook their head a few times at the man and he glared at her. She soon ran up to me and tapped your leg. 

“Um, miss, I think you’re really pretty, here is a chocolate for you” The little kid gave you a chocolate and ran away back to the old man. He pat her head and they both turned away. You should realised how big of a red flag this was but, just shrugged it off and ate the chocolate. In a few minutes, you started feeling dizzy. Mingi’s house was still around 5 minutes away, so you just decided to call him to pick you up. You called him and he picked up after a few rings.

[Mingi-ah] You weakly said

[Hey Y/N? you usually never call me like this is everything alright?] he replied

[I don’t know I feel light headed, I’m about 5 minutes from your house, and I-] as soon as you said that you fell to the ground due to weakness.

[Y/N! I heard a thud are you alright?]

[No, I can’t get up, my legs and hands feel numb] you whispered

[Okay wait there I’m coming to get you]

[Okay] you whispered weakly, after which you closed your eyes and passed out.

[Y/N, stay on the call with me okay?] he called out to you

[Y/N?] He asked a little louder

[Y/N?!] He was frantic at this point, shuffling heard through the phone.

He tried reaching your location as quick as possible. When he did he noticed a strange man trying to carry you off the ground.

“Listen you bastard, let my girlfriend go!” Mingi yelled at the man pushing him off of you.

You were still out cold, unaware of what was going on around you. 

When you wok up, you were in Mingi’s bed with a cold cloth on your head and water by your side. Mingi was also sitting on the bed just looking outside, not realising you had gotten up.

“Mingi-ah” You said weakly

“Oh my goodness, Y/N” he engulfed you in a tight hug not letting go of you

“I thought I lost you, I love you so much”

“I love you too Mingi”

Wooyoung: (break-in)

You and Wooyoung had just fought. It was some stupid reason, however both of you being the petty people you were, didn’t back down and it resulted in Wooyoung stomping out of your shared apartment. You stared at the door as he did, too paralysed to do anything. You had never had a fight this big before. You decided to cook dinner to hopefully cool off, eventually Wooyoung would come home right? You decided to cook dinner for the both of you. 

You put something on the stove and left it to cook for a bit while going to the other room to set up the table. While setting the table up, you couldn’t help but regret what happened earlier, you felt guilty for letting escalate so far and let a few tears fall. As you kept setting up the table, you decided to check on the food cooking and once it was done you plated it nicely, adding a heart of sauce to Wooyoung’s plate, and simply sitting at the table waiting for him to come back. After a while, you got tired of waiting for him, and decided to just call him. You called him once, but he didn’t pick up the first time and so you tried calling him again, which he picked up.

[Y/N, I thought I told you not to call me] He said sighing

[I know but I made dinner, and I was just waiting for you to come home] you whispered out feeling guilty for bothering him.

[Alright then, I’m coming home, we can talk it out] he said, you were relieved and happy that you would be able to sort it out, but also nervous to face him again.

[Okay, Woo-] You were interrupted by a doorbell ringing, and you went to go check the door.

[Wait, Y/N who is that?] Wooyoung said

[Isn’t that you?] You asked him back.

[No it’s not. Check through the peephole]

[It’s a random man, do you have any friends coming over?]

[No, they’re all here, don’t open the doo-]

You both were interrupted by a noise on the door, banging. You gasped and spoke to Wooyoung again.

[Woo, I don’t know who that is, and I’m scared, please help]

[Stay on the call with me! Don’t hang up and lock yourself in our room, Don’t come out until I get home!]

[Wooyoung you can’t come home, what if they attack you or something?] You said voice breaking at the end, even the thought of Wooyoung getting hurt was so hard to think about.

[Y/N, are you crying?] He asked lovingly

[No] you replied whispering, not trusting your voice. Wooyoung video called you, and you covered your face.

[Baby, there’s no need to worry, I have Seonghwa and Yeosang with me too, now show me your beautiful face please, I’ve missed you] You looked up showing your tear stained face, gaining a gasp in return

[Why is my baby cryinggg] he whined over the phone. You giggled, and were quickly interrupted by police sirens, suggesting they called the police and were here to save you.

The second you saw Wooyoung outside, you ran out the house into his arms, jumping onto him, wrapping your hands around his neck, and legs around his waist. 

“I missed you” you cried into his neck, “I was so scaredd”

“Aigoo, I promise I won’t ever leave you alone again alright? Now let’s go have dinner”

And that promise was definitely fulfilled as her tried to stay with you whenever he could acting clingier that usual fro the next few weeks.

Jongho: (creep at night)

You and Jongho had gone out for a late night stroll as you finally got time to spend with each other. Oftentimes, he was busy with the band, or couldn’t leave the house. At night like this however, you were both content. You were calmly strolling around a park when you decided you go pick a few flowers. Not going too far, you saw these blue and purple flowers that you quite liked and further ventured into the park to get them. Jongho was still on the bench of the park eating some ice cream you had gotten together. 

You decided to to sit down and collect a few flowers so show your boyfriend you you made yourself comfortable and sat comfortably. After a while, you heard shuffling behind you and saw a strange man walking towards you. Warning bells ringing in your head, you tried standing up to walk away, only for the man to come up to you and hold you down your shoulder. He was squatting down, so you had to look up at him.

“Excuse me sir, I don’t know who you are or what you want, please let me go” You tried saying as nicely as you could. Despite this however, the man just grinned at you as he inched closer and closer. 

“I like the innocent ones the most” He said sneering

At this point, you were scared as hell and were struggling to get out of his grip to no avail. You started breathing heavier and started getting worried, no one was around, what would this creep do? 

“What do you want, ugh!” You tried squirming out of his grip, only to be shoved back to the ground. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll let you go after I’m done” He said wickedly. At this point you had had enough

“Jongho!! Help! Please help me!” You yelled as loud as you could. No response. 

“Guess your little boyfriend over there, doesn’t mind either. Now where should we begin?” He asked trying to trail his hands towards your neck, only to get shoved to the ground by Jongho. 

“You bitch!” Jongho yelled. Kicking him a few times as well.

“How dare you touch my girlfriend!”

Jongho picked you up and took you back home. Although you didn’t show love to each other physically too much, it was moments like this where you realised how in love you were with him. you were thankful to have such a protective boyfriend.

[thenamesseven]

Ateez reacts to you breaking your leg!

A/N: Hey! Yeah, this is my first post of reactions ever so I’m sorry if it didn’t turn out to be too good, I think it wasn’t that bad to be the first one but heh, I don’t know. Let me know what you think about it, thanks and enjoy!

You’ve finally been discharged from the hospital and although the pain was mostly gone, thanks to the painkillers the doctor had given you, the struggle of not being as independent as you used to be was the thing you had the more trouble dealing with, to be honest, if it wasn’t for him, your entire life would be a huge mess.

“Cheer up! I bring food!” 

Seonghwa entered your room holding a tray full of steamy bowls and side dishes on it, eyes glued down onto it as you visibly so how his concentration was completely on not dropping anything. Fortunately, Seonghwa placed the tray down onto the bed succesfully, grinning up proudly at you as he crossed his arms on his chest. In order to eat, you attempted to sit up by yourself, failing when the pillow behind you dropped down onto the floor.

“Careful” Seonghwa said softly, carefully watching you as he didn’t know if he should get to your side or not, he knew you were struggling with being dependent and didn’t want to overwhelm you “Do you need help?” He decided to get closer to you, reaching down to grab the pillow and adjust it behind you so you were comfortably sitting “Just ask for help silly, that’s why I’m here, to take care of you” Seonghwa poked your head affectionately, a small smile made it’s way up to your lips.

“I just feel bad” You confessed, stomach grumbling when the scent of the fried rice he had prepared started filling the room. You patted the empty bed space besides you, signaling for Seonghwa to finally sit down and rest for a little. “The last thing you needed with the comeback and everything was me needing a babysitter and here we are, stuck at home and unable to do stuff without you” An upset sigh left your lips, placing the tray of food between the two of you so he would also eat.

“Oh come on, if only, this was the perfect excuse I needed to baby you even more” He reached out to squeeze both of your cheeks, making himself laugh when you playfully rolled your eyes at him “Now let’s eat before this gets cold! Stop the whining and enjoy the extra affection I’ll be giving you from now on”

The two of you had been sitting on the couch for the entire afternoon, watching movie after movie while eating all kinds of snacks Hongjoong had bought for you when you got discharged. Despite him being mostly quiet, it was cute how he kept letting you know he was there with gentle gestures such as brushing his hand against yours, resting his knees against yours or even resting his head against your shoulder. It was also cute how he kept asking every twenty minutes if you needed anything, despite him looking extremely inmersed in whatever he was doing, Hongjoong always snapped out of his trance to focus on you.

When you rested your head on his shoulder, your eyes inevitably drifted down to the notebook he had in his lap, a smile pulling the corners of yours lips up when you saw he had been scribbling what seemed to be some new lyrics to whatever melody he had probably made up in his head. It never failed to amazed you how responsible your boyfriend was, working from home even though he had to take some days off in order to take care of you.

“Missing work already?” You asked with a small smile, looking up at him.

“Huh?” Hongjoong blinked a couple of times, his brain processing your question before he smiled, shaking his head “Just taking advantage of the situation” 

“What do you mean?” You asked confused, a small frown appearing on your face.

His smiled only widened while one of his hands reached out to grab one of yours, bringing it closer to his lips to kiss your knuckles “I have my muse right here besides me, there’s nowhere else I would like to be right now”

“Okay! We’re going out for a walk!”

As soon as he said those words, an awkward silence settled between the two of you, not because you were offended at what he said but because his outburst had been so unexpected that you needed time to process what was going on. Although, knowing how energetic Yunho was, you should have expected this would happen at some point. He wasn’t the kind of person that could stay at home being lazy for an entire day, he needed to get some fresh air and sunlight, Yunho was the human version of a plant.

“Alright?” You accepted hesitant, looking up at him “Help me change into something better and then we’re ready to go” 

“What do you mean something better?” Before you could say or do something, Yunho picked you up carefully, holding you tightly against him so he wouldn’t drop you “You look good, let’s just go and get some fresh air before it gets cold outside!”

Knowing he wouldn’t change his mind about it, you stopped complaining and allowed him to place you down onto your wheelchair. Yunho smiled looking at you, crouching down so he would be at your eye level, with a giggle, he ran his fingers through your hair, fixing it affectionately. Your heart skipped a beat, not used to being babied by Yunho.

“As pretty as always” He muttered quietly, meeting your eyes happily. He leaned closer to place a kiss on your forehead before he stood back up and positioned himself behind your wheelchair, ready to push you out of the house “Hold on tight! We’re about to take off!”

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

You couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times and things you’ve tried in order to get some rest, your body wouldn’t just give up and let sleepiness consume it.

Thanks to your broken leg you couldn’t turn and toss around like you usually did when sleeping, the fact that you had to stay still, looking up to the ceiling for the entire night, and the extra weight you had to deal with due to the cast the doctor had put on you, were new things you would have to get used to.

But it didn’t make it less frustrating.

It might sound childish but after a couple of hours of unsuccesfully trying, frustrated tears appeared in your eyes, making them watery, causing your vision to become blurry.

Yeosang must have heard your sniffing, because he turned around seconds after the first tear rolled down your cheeks.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked looking incredibly sleepy, eyes almost closed and voice husky. You felt bad for not letting him rest as well as he deserved, for waking him up for such a silly reason, but you couldn’t deny you felt relieved when he calmly smiled and pulled you closer to him. “It’s okay...Just relax with me” He whispered, kissing the side of your head before he gently wrapped one of his arms around you, keeping you as close as he could to his body. “I’ll stay awake with you, don’t worry about it” He muttered quietly, intertwining your fingers, letting out a soft sigh “Close your eyes, just focus on me”

“You’re not supposed to dry my hair like that” You whined loudly when San started ruffling your wet hair with a towel, making it as messy as he could, laughing amusedly when he leaned back to take a look at the bird’s nest he had created with your hair.

“I’m the one in charge here, listen to me!” He said jokingly, trying to sound authoritative but only making the situation even more funny “Now put this on before you catch a cold!” Without giving you a previous warning, San shoved one of his purple hoodies your way, hitting you straight on the face and making the two of you laugh even harder. He knew you had been a little under the weather after you’ve broken your leg but he was set on changing that, even if he had to act like an idiot for the entire day.

“Stop!” San ignored your pleadings, increasing the volume of the music he was playing with his phone as he blatantly acted like he hadn’t heard you. “S-” Your complainnings got cut off when he took the hoodie from your hands and shoved it down onto you, sliding your head inside of it first. 

“Now my baby is all waaarm!” He said in a cheerful tone, dancing as he tried to grab one of your arms so you would slide it into the sleeves too “Stop resisting!”

“I’m not resisting! I just can’t keep up with you!” You shouted back, trying to hold back your laugh as he pretended to look shocked “I’m supposed to rest not to be stressed!” San only sang louder, doing body waves as he ignored you.

His façade broke down when you shoved a pillow at him, hitting his chest and making him laugh even louder than the song you two were listening to.

You were supposed to sleep, Mingi had placed you down onto the bed after having some lunch for it, after all. After washing the dishes, he had instantly joined you in bed, laying down besides you, so the two of you could get a well deserved nap and, even though your intentions had been to fall asleep as soon as Mingi laid down besides you, the only thing you’d been able to do was stare as his calm, peaceful figure as he slept.

At first, he had attempted to leave some distance between the two of you so he wouldn’t ended up suffocating you but in his sleep, Mingi had drifted closer to you, wrapping one of his arms around your body and molding his against yours comfortably. His head had found its way to your neck so he would be able to breathe in your scent with every breath he too, his fluffy hair tickling you.

Although you weren’t able to get the rest you’ve been looking foward to, laying like that while cuddling with Mingi had been totally worth it. Your idol boyfriend was always so busy that you rarely got time to do stuff like this.

“Hey sleeping beauty” You whispered with a quiet giggle when he started waking up, tilting your head down to kiss his head “Slept well?”

“I did” He admitted huskily, pressing a peck on your cheek “Wasn’t I supposed to look over you, though? How did we end up switching roles?”

Sitting between Wooyoung’s legs on the bed, you stayed still and completely relaxed as he brushed your hair. The feeling was soothing and the background music he was playing definitely helped to get your mind off any worries or concerns you might have had.

“Almost done”

You hummed in reply, too far gone to form coherent words. In fact, you didn’t even noticed he was done brushing your hair until he dropped the brush on the bed besides your leg right before wrapping his arms around your body from behind. Wooyoung pulled you closer to him, letting you lean back until you were practically resting against his chest, head on his shoulder and eyes instantly flying up to meet his.

“Hey there” You said with a giggle, biting your lip when he graced you with one of his brightest smiles.

“Hey princess” He said in return, placing multiple pecks on your cheek “Looking as beautiful as ever” Wooyoung complimented, making you chuckle, slightly squirming in his arms when he kept placing innocent yet short kisses on random spots on your face “Ready for another session of cuddles? Because I’ve never been so ready for anything else” The two of you laughed at his words as you nodded your head.

Wooyoung leaned back against the headboard so you would be abe to lay down against him, he turned on the television, scrolling through Netflix with one of his hands while he absentmindedly playing with your hair with the other. Neither one of you moved until it was time to get some dinner.

An unevitable blush appeared on your face as soon as the last item of your clothes met the floor, leaving you absolutely naked in front of Jongho. He had sat you down on the sink, helping you get rid of your clothes in order to get you ready for the shower. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, it’s not like I’ve seen it before” He said playfully, wiggling his eyebrows in a silly way to try and release some of the tension that was in your body.

“Shut up, this is embarrasing” You hit his chest, making him chuckle softly. Being as gentle and as careful as he could, Jongho picked you up, walking you to the shower and settling you down onto the seat he had placed there to make things easier for the two of you. 

“Why is it? I like taking care of you, wouldn’t you this for me if I was in the same situation?” He asked with a soft smile, taking the shower head and turning the water on and tasting it with his hand before he gently held it over your head, once he was sure it wasn’t too hot or cold.

“I would” You mumbled quietly, hearing him smile as he he ran his fingers through your wet hair slowly, massaging your scalp gently.

“Then stop being so shy and let me do this, you can repay me later with lots of hugs and kisses”

[aasthrielle]

RUNDOWN: He’s never meant to be selfish, no, but the mere thought of family makes him grab the miraculous opportunity or curse (Inspired by the drama: Hi Bye, Mama!)

PAIRING: Jeong Yunho x reader (f)

HEED: watch out for the lines that serves as cuts, alcohol consumption, might include inaccuracies regarding the field of medicine, italics for flashbacks and dreams, death, lots of grammatical errors (even though I have read this multiple times, yeah I know), drama ahead

WORDS: 8.7k

EXTRA: Masterlist

Death is like bullets, it comes as fast as shots fired and you won’t be able to dodge it. One time you are guffawing as you celebrate then the next you will find your soul looking at your cold body helplessly. But they said that we shouldn't mourn over the dead, yet we should celebrate. The body will come back in soil, but the spirit that watches over will forever remain in our hearts.

Maybe you still can accept the information about reincarnation, even the details of some people having multiple lives, but a person back from the dead? Hell, surely you will go mad. You continue to splash cold water on your face, hoping that you won’t hear that comforting voice that you’ve missed for the past five years.

But even though how much you try to wake yourself up from the what you believe is a nightmare dream, you can’t seem to escape the chamber of fantasy. You left the bathroom and went to the kitchen to prepare a glass of milk for your son before going to bed, the sound of Bach’s piece playing in the piano sending your heart into frenzy.

You finished stirring the powdered milk in hot water when another piece resonated around the house, the tune coming from the built music room to feed you and your son’s obsession in music. Your feet brought you to the said room, staring at the two figures sitting inside as you stay at the doorframe.

“Did you like it?” Your child's fingers left the piano keys as he whip his head onto another direction, seeking for an honest response from the man sitting not far from him. “I love it” A broad smile appeared from the man's lips, squishing the rosy cheeks of your son.

“Sing for me next time please” The six year old has been persuading the elder since the moment he set foot inside the household. “How about you meet my friends, one of them can surely leave you open-mouthed with his singing” And who knows that just a simple sweet-talking can make a toothy grin appear on your child's lips.

“Yes, yes, please!” The kid then jumped from his seat onto the man's lap, cuddling with the supposed to be stranger to him.

Your hold on the glass of warm milk tighten, heart swelling from the scene that welcomed your already watery eyes. This is something you didn't expect to happen, the grasp for the dreams of your child meeting his father already loosen years ago.

“Yohan” You called your son's name, enthusiasm evident in his facial expression as he turn to look at you. Yohan then removed his limbs from the unfamiliar companion before running towards you, taking the glass from your grip as he take a sip, white staining the corner of his lips.

You ruffled the child's hair before he dash onto his bedroom, tucking himself into the warmth of his powder blue velvety blanket. Your arms are crossed on your chest, unknown mixed emotions swirling inside both your head and heart as it feel like cold water washes over you again and again.

Arms snaked around your waist, the man's chin resting on your shoulder as he blow a breath. Slowly, the shakiness of your shoulder intensifies that made your spouse alert.

Your vision started coming out as a blur and you found yourself on the comfort of your own bedroom later on, crying your eyeballs out.

“How is this possible?” You balled Yunho's shirt on your fist while he held the back of your head as you lean on his chest, tears staining the fabric of his clothes.

Yunho then kissed the top of your head, closing his eyes because he too, can't even answer your question.

Yunho has been your love interest ever since high school, much more when the two of you shared the same music classes. Maybe it was fate that pulls the two of you together, as if red strings was tied in both of your pinkies.

You play the piano

An expertise that's same as his, maybe that explains the formed bond between the two of you because of lots of performances that involves collaborations. You get to know him, that Yunho's more than just his good looks and sturdy physique

You understood why he was called a 'Golden Retriever' by his friends, the nickname suits both his features and personality. He wasn't the arrogant type although well known around the campus, that attitude of his adding more fuel to the fire of fondness burning inside your heart.

“Here’s the music book that you asked for” Song Mingi handed you the book that you’ll borrow as he shoot a wink, eliciting a chuckle from you. The curve on your lips became a thin one as Yunho stood beside him. Two towering males looking at you is too intimidating so you immediately excused yourself, proceeding to the cafeteria and indulging yourself in some ice cream bars before walking in to the lockers to get your books.

The ear-splitting sound of school bell blasted, indicating the end of lunch time and start of another period. Your full attention was on your locker as you started putting your textbook on your backpack, but a sudden thump of a shoe beside startled you. You whip your head to the side and saw Yunho's figure, like he just lost his balance and landed accidentally next to you.

The boy wasn't looking at you, but to another person. Yunho's eyes throwing daggers to Mingi whose standing not very far from the two of you with his innocent looking crescent eyes while chortling. Yunho then diverted his attention to you, exchanging greetings as you close the zipper of you bag. When you look up at him, scarlet color is very evident on both of his ears while he covers it with his hands, him being flustered is a sight to behold.

“I-I'll keep going” He stammered, the bright color that covers his skin becoming much brighter. You nodded at him as you flashed a smile, waving your hand as a good bye before you two part ways. “Ah... y/n” He trailed, making your head turn to his direction, but before catching a glimpse of him again, you felt his hand slip something on the pockets of your skirt before walking away quickly with his huge steps.

The act of bravery sent jolts of felicity to your heart, it wasn't everyday that you got Yunho doing this. A moment that will be forever engraved in your mind. Your hands fished inside your pockets and found a folded sticky note, “Date me, y/n” and so you did, the step that opened another chapter of your story.

The two of you became the most adored by everyone, not much of PDA the main ingredient of catching the hearts of each of them.

The simple gestures of: carrying your bag or books, helping you study, correcting your errors while playing the piano, telling you that you did your best today

Yunho being as sweet as honey captivates you, the actions making you fall in love every day, leaving you weak to your knees like a spell casted.

But behind the pleasant image of your relationship, there's no boat that's always soft sailing. You two went under too many break-ups, arguments here and there that crumbles the built foundation of your connection. But the two of you always exert effort, never failing to find ways to get back together, and it becomes stronger after every obstacle.

Yunho decided to pursue architecture, while you chose nursing. After finding a good timing, Yunho decided to prepare the most memorable date you’ve had. The stars twinkled continuously above the pitch black sky, the smell of the food that is in front of you wafted onto the cold breeze.

A romantic candlelight dinner under the soft glow of stars and playing violins added the dramatic effect of Yunho’s proposal. He guided you not far from the table to dance, but what you didn’t expect is he would kneel in front of you while holding a velvet box in his hands

Your body didn't even hesitate to answer if you want to marry him, head automatically nodding. The bold decision was motivated by the stable job and income that you already have, so why not start the other part of your life early?

Soon, the rhodium plated ring made it on your ring finger and Yunho stood on his feet, placing a chaste kiss on your lips to mark a sweet night. Lips molding under the bright moonlight as if everything had faded completely, the musicians playing the violins and food on plates long forgotten.

Marriage is not all about the ring worn, the papers both of you have signed, and the vows that left each other’s mouth, but more like union of two hearts that is sincerely beating as one. Yunho then stated his solemn promise with you, confident that you have an eternal bond with him that is something you two will be cherishing.

The two of you went to Santorini after the wedding, hoping to find relaxation before going through the torture of married life. After the short vacation, you came back to the city to face challenges once again.

Playing husband and wife wasn't easy as you expected, the struggle of first time living together sinking in. Splitting of household chores, endless family planning, and budgeting, sometimes stresses the hell out of the two of you that you just find the comfort of each other's arms as a stress reliever.

You did not live together before, thinking that it would be the best for both of you to prevent the unplanned.

It took two years in marriage before you are able to collect all your courage to add another member in the family of two, figuring out that a little one running around wouldn't be bad at all. Marks the third year of your marriage when you found out that you're pregnant, right when you already lose hope on trying and trying. Delight transported in every corner of your body as your knees almost gave out on you if it wasn't for Yunho's fast reflexes. Another life growing on you built another path for your journey.

You quitted your job as a nurse like what your husband wants, staying at your home and kept yourself occupied doing toys using felt, a hobby you found yourself immersed into when you were alone in the house. You make stuffed toys, enough to make you contented during the day and cuddle with Yunho during the night while a movie is playing in the background.

A bowl of strawberries kept your hands unavailable for the man beside you to hold, the extreme craving for fruits had been attacking your taste buds lately, “We'll name him Yohan, okay” A toothy grin appeared on Yunho's face, hands reaching to rest his palms against the bump on your stomach.

“What if it's a girl?” The grin dropping on his face because of your remark made you giggle,  “Ah, it will be a boy” He then proceeded on rubbing your belly, talking to the growing bean inside as if it would answer and grant his wish of being a boy.

“You're too in love, aren't you?” He noticed your gaze, turning his ears red. The sentence made your mood sour and you playfully smack his arm in annoyance.

The night continued with laughter reaching every corner of the small yet warm comfort of the house, it was the time of the nights where you'll suddenly realize how lucky you are to have him, a sweet person you are certain you'll live with until the very last of your breath.

You're grateful for his patience, that he stayed by your side throughout the rough journey of pregnancy. Yunho took his leave in his workplace during your ninth month, fully knowing that you will need him all of a sudden especially in this last month.

The numbing feeling brought by the freezing weather sting your skin as Yunho supported you to walk to the car, the misery of penetrating cold and your slow steps not helping the intense contraction you've been feeling.

Yunho can carry you, of course he does, but the risk of slipping on black ice is never zero so you don't want to risk having you in his arms and ending up hitting his head on the pavement on an accident.

“Just breathe in and out please, y/n” His panic-stricken voice very clear to your ears and you did what he said, his other hand leaving the steering wheel to hold yours and caress your hands before revving the engine and driving off to the hospital.

The drive's mood is in between imperturbable tranquility or chaotic. Mind gone haywire especially when the car came across a red stop light that lacks sign of turning green any second. You turned your head at Yunho, pleading eyes staring at him and he just gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, lessening the pressure put above your heads because of the hassle.

When the lights went green, his foot is quick to step on the accelerator, rushing yet driving in safe speed. But as if the tales of misfortune aren't enough, the vehicle was halfway on passing the pole of stoplight when you saw an over speeding car running towards the driver's side

The moment the cars collided, you assumed you were dead. Then your eyelids flutter open, every inch of your body aching from the crash and you kept sucking for air as your vision fades and buzzing noises fill your ears. Yunho was still unconscious, droplets of crimson sliding down his temples, you wanted to shake him awake but your hands instead flew to your stomach.

The image of your lover hunts every fading and waking of your vision while you kept mumbling incoherent words. You let your lids droop when you heard the distant sirens of ambulance, believing that everything will be alright now.

The next thing that you knew is you are inside the comfort of the hospital, doctors and nurses surrounding you as one of them hold your child in their arms. “It's a boy” They announced, “Everything will be alright now, don't worry” One of them spoke, and you nod slightly

Beads of sweat covered your forehead and you went to close your eyes, keeping an ear to a helpless cry from an infant that resonated across the room. You plastered a timid smile on your lips as they let you hold your son on your arms, torn between pure bliss because of the newborn and jittery because of not knowing what situation Yunho is currently in

And as if on cue,

“The... father didn't make it” Someone suddenly burst from the door clad in bubblegum pink scrubs, delivering a news that definitely shattered your heart into million pieces, bits that no one would be able to put back together again. Tears brimmed in your eyes, hoping that this is just a prank played well but nobody dared to talk, not even one.

You bat your lashes as an attempt to blink the tears away but it fell instead, dropping sideways onto your temples as your child started weeping as well like he felt your grief.

You named the boy Yohan, the name that Yunho had set his heart on, and raised his child like what a devoted parent should be

Taught the kid how to play piano, wanting him to at least learn the steps you've taken in your life and also a hint of memory with his father. Enrolled him in English classes, art, and everything to keep him occupied and knowledgeable. You drain all your energy in your workplace, which is the hospital, simply having a pick-up helper to take good care of Yohan.

“When are we going to see papa?” Yohan started to ask about his father when he turned four, having enough of just seeing the man's figure in a large frame displayed on your bedroom. Then he always repeat that question, and you are easy to brush off the topic and either ask him about his day or tell him something that he forgot to do

But you would be lying if you'll say that you don't feel a sharp pang on your chest every time

How are you going to say that his father is already in a cinerarium?

burned into ashes.

As Yohan grows up, you started seeing the resemblance to his father, like a carbon copy. Still, you were glad Yunho left you a piece of him to spend lifetime with, someone to love more than you do to yourself.

The tragedy left a unhealing wound on you, you remember him in every thing and way possible, especially now that there’s no one to wake you up anymore, and no one to tell you that you need to take a break. Years of trying to cope with the loss doesn't really help you, so when Yunho suddenly showed up on your doorstep all of a sudden, your footing collapsed on you while Yohan came running towards his arms.

Your jaw went slack, no words able to form while you gape at the two. You can't comprehend what is happening, no information registering on your brain about how all of this is even possible. You slowly stand up on your feet, mind still a mess from the scene you just witnessed. When you’re finally able to distinguish whether it is the reality of figment of imagination, you ran towards the music room where the two went, hands trembling as your palm flew to cover your mouth.

It is real

It is.

You went to sleep beside your son that night, brain not letting you sleep from the thought that your husband is back from the dead. It might sound crazy if other people would hear, and you might come out rather insane.

The faint giggles coming from the living room made you rise slowly in the bed as you slowly stretch. Turning your head to the direction of the bedside clock, your eyes widen as soon as you see that it is already eight in the morning, giving you only an hour left to prepare for your shift, dress Yohan up, and take him to the kindergarten.

Your arms was left hanging up in the air before your body registered and you hurriedly step out of the bed, wearing the slippers to protect your feet from the cold floor. “Fix yourself, I’ll take care of our son” You froze on your spot, uncertain if it is because of his term ‘our son’ or because Yohan is completely dressed in his school attire and ready to go to the kindergarten already.

“You can trust me” Yunho saw the hesitation on your eyes. You are not sure whether to let Yunho bring him to the kindergarten or not, “You wouldn’t vanish? or anything?” The obvious shakiness of your voice didn't go unnoticed by your lover and your son, both of them looking at you intently. Yunho assured you by shaking his head side to side.

“The address for the kindergarten—” You were cut off by his sudden speech, “I know it already, don’t worry” It’s like the cat got your tongue, confusion rising inside you as to how, you never told him though. “I mean, we planned the structure of that kindergarten before, we visited the site of course” Yunho explained and you answer with a nod, understanding the situation.

“You didn’t tell me that before” You removed eye contact with him as you walk towards and kneeled down Yohan to fix his collar and give him a pat. “I didn’t? Oh now I did” You look up and saw Yunho scratching his nape, you can’t help but to chuckle at his expression.

“Please take care of him” You said as you came back on your feet, he gave you a reassuring smile before walking out of the door to take Yohan to the kindergarten. You tailed behind them until you reach the gates, waving a hand to Yohan as Yunho carried him on his arms, your son not hiding his loud giggles for his father’s sweet gesture.

Yunho is clad in his oversized white tee shirt and black Adidas track pants that he all fished out on the cabinet, the thought of you keeping all his belongings after years of absence made his heart melt. The breeze brush past his cheeks, a smile spreading across his face. “So this is the feeling of being alive once again” He thought, looking at his arms only to meet his son’s eyes that formed crescents.

“Do you know who I am?” The words left his mouth unconsciously, his son responding with a enthusiastic nod. “Who am I?” Yunho’s grin grew wider, expecting a lovely response from Yohan, to his dismay, “I don’t know” the child replied, making the elder drop his expression and his shoulder slump. He heave a sigh before hugging his son tighter in his arms, their noses touch as they giggle while walking in the streets.

At least now that he’s back he have all the time for Yohan to know who he is.

“You are his new pick-up helper?” One of the teachers flashed a smile at Yunho as he drop Yohan inside the building, the kid busy with removing his shoes at the entrance before rushing on the other side of the sliding door. Yunho expected a good bye from Yohan, but he didn’t receive any. “Y-yes” He diverted his attention to teacher again, stammering as he answer.

He should’ve said that he is the father. Yunho mentally facepalmed himself, but replying with the truth might make things complicated. “He clings to you like his father! It’s good to see him with someone like you since he grew up without a father figure” The educator talked with so much interest. Yunho run out of words, so he instead plastered a timid smile before bidding his good bye.

“Y/n, are you coming or not?” One of your co-workers asked as the group walk through the hallways. They’ve been persuading you since the morning to go to the newly opened BBQ place downtown to loosen up because of the stressful week, and you have been contemplating whether to go or not because you still have concerns at home that is putting some weight on your shoulders that you can’t seem to brush off. “Isn’t the pick-up helper with Yohan? You don’t need to worry about your son” Another one nudged you, convincing you once more.

“Fine, I’m going with you” You answered in which they cheered. Then they started to discuss the plans as there’s approximately an hour before your out. You remained quiet as you continue to walk with them. Maybe if you eliminate stress within you tonight, you’ll realize your foolishness and the so called back-from-the-dead Yunho will disappear and you will come home with only Yohan in it again.

Like the plans, the group went to the said BBQ place. You’re joining the conversation unlike before while sipping alcohol from time to time, but you still have that bottled up emotions and you feel like you would implode if you don’t speak up about it. “I-I have something to say” The chatters seem to stop as they went all ears, shifting closer to you to hear your almost inaudible speech. “Jeong Yunho” Some of them gasp while some remained silent and confused about the matter. They know what happened to Yunho, and they know the excruciating pain you feel whenever you are reminded of him.

You leaned closer to the table before whispering, “Is...back.” You expected a serious response but received a cackle instead. One of them raised her shot glass before breaking into fits of laughter once again. “She's clearly drunk” The one beside you chuckled as she wrapped her arms around your shoulder, “Yeah, seems like it” The other one answered

“She just had a bottle though” The other opposes but continued back to their business. You wanted to protest, that your are telling the truth, but if you were in their shoes you wouldn’t believe what you’re saying either. You sighed, opening another bottle of alcohol before chugging it down. “Y/n, please relax” They tried to stop you from getting wasted, but all their efforts are in vain.

Yunho is already in his pyjamas when he opened the gates for you. Everyone is near on passing out, was it everyone or just you? Your friends was pretty much sober so they volunteered to take you home using your own vehicle. “Oh look who’s still here” You managed to speak in between hiccups. You reeked alcohol, and Yunho can smell the strong odor of toxic in your system.

“Jeong Yunho, you giant fool” You are about to throw a fist on his chest but he caught your hand just in time before pulling you inside the gates. “Let’s just run you a bath, how does that sound?” His understanding nature jumped out, the urge to take care of you consuming his whole being as he guided your stumbling figure inside the house and the bathroom.

He made you sit on the edge of the bathtub as he kneel in front of you, attempting to free you from your scrubs but you swat his hand away. Yunho almost lost his patience right there, but he maintained his composure and let you stay still on the edge while supporting your back to avoid suddenly falling into the bathtub, head first. He turned on the tap to start filling the tub when you spoke, voice almost drowned by the sound of the faucet.

“I told them about you, and they think that I am crazy” You babbled. Yunho moved his arms to hold your shoulders instead as he look at you intently, your droopy lids bold enough to stare back fiercely. “Do you know how sad I was when you left us?” You lift your hand to smack his chest and he let you, but his grip on you became more firm, “I’m sorry” He enveloped you in a warm hug, guiltiness dripping with his apologies, “I’m really sorry, y/n” You drop your head on his shoulders, your lips centimeters away from his ear and you expressed what is bothering you

“Why are you sorry? The stupid driver of that car is the one who should be sorry! It’s his fault, he’s the one who should have died” Yunho’s eyebrows furrowed, your drunken state wasn’t an excuse to say such things and wish someone trouble. “Y/n” He said sternly, and you just pouted as you squeeze your eyes shut to relieve the dizziness.

You woke up this morning with a cold spot beside you, indicating Yunho had been awake for hours. You gave yourself few more minutes before you stand up, walking through the hallways with that soft peeling sound of your feet against the tiled floor as you didn’t bother wear some slippers. The throbbing of your head wasn’t that worst, internally thanking Yunho for taking care of you last night that prevented the intense pain you should be feeling by now.

The smell of freshly made breakfast wafted in the air, its aroma traveling across the kitchen inviting you. Dark bags under your eyes are very prominent, your bed hair sticking out in different directions, and your face is swollen as an evidence of sleep. But having you natural in front of Yunho is still the most magnificent view for him.

Yunho didn’t waste time to pull a chair for you, motioning you to sit and eat the breakfast that he prepared for you and Yohan. Your son was halfway his meal already but he halted, gawking at your form. You ignored him and lifted up your spoon for the soup before scanning the place, noticing the packed bags on the side. “Are you going somewhere?” Worry painted all over your face and you became tense, seeing him cutting more fruits and putting them inside the lunch box.

“We are going somewhere, y/n” You’re aware that the smile that is plastered on Yunho’s face grew wider even though you can only see the side of his face, and you saw a smile creeping up on Yohan’s as well. “My friends would be there too, including their spouses and children” Yunho whipped his head to look at you briefly, and you nod before continuing on your food.

The sand is golden, its warmth radiating even with the beach blankets you’ve laid. And the searing heat of the sun hugs each of you despite the big umbrella that casts its shade and cold beverages that quenches thirst. You force the cream out of its bottle as you gently spread some sunblock on Yohan’s limbs and face, making sure he won’t get a sunburn at the end of the day.

“You love strawberries, right?” Yunho distracted you right away once Yohan started running into the shore, joining the other kids on making their sandcastles and taking a dip. He lifted up the strawberry in front of your mouth, “You still remember” You stated before taking a bite of your favorite fruit in between his fingers. “How can I forget something about you” Your chewing slowed down, eyes staring at him as if he said something beyond belief. “You sound like a lovesick fool right now” You breathed out, voice hinting some fake disgust in it to hide the fact that you are bursting deep inside.

Yunho let out a hearty laugh from your response, pinching your nose bridge before diverting his attention to Yohan who is playing in the waters with the safety of his floaters.

“Good thing you separated strawberries from other fruits” You snapped out of your thoughts and turn your head to look at Yunho before speaking. “Because Yohan is allergic to it” He looks so unbothered and it astounded you, considering the fact that he knows small details regarding his family even though he isn’t by your side through the years(he were).

“I—” Yunho was about to respond but a small voice running towards the both of you interrupted him. Gahei, Yeosang’s daughter, bended and held both of her knees as she struggled to catch her breath. “Yohan’s nose is bleeding!” The little girl shrieked. Everybody rise on their feet in panic whilst you and Yunho scurried, turning a blind eye regarding the sand that gets on your feet.

Yohan was soon swiftly picked up by your husband. You froze in place, hand flying onto your mouth to bite your nails anxiously while your eyes follow their movements. The harsh sunlight has its ways, like hypnotizing. You felt the awful burn of your skin and you hurriedly run after them, hiding under the protection of big umbrella.

You scrambled to fish out the box of tissue and wipe the blood off Yohan, keeping an eye to how Yunho attend the child, tilting his head while pinching the nose. “What happened?” You sought answer from Gahei but the girl just shrugged. “Maybe its because of the hot weather” Seonghwa interfered, fanning Yohan to make him feel better. “I’ll buy some ice cubes maybe that will help to lower his body temperature” Yunho suggested in which you nodded, taking turns on taking care of your son.

You maintained the position of Yohan’s head, preventing more bleeding as you continuously wipe his forehead, moving away the fringe. “What's taking him so long” You aside, when too much time had passed but still Yunho is not coming back.

Recalling how Yunho even end up being in the car sound asleep and lost in his dreams as the sun went below the horizon, is beyond his capability to summon memories at the back of his head.

“I want to experience being a father, aren’t you too selfish to take that away from me? Why!” The moment you walk past his soul unknowingly, the wind blow strongly, ultimately making the impossible possible. Blood rushed through his veins and color occupied the supposed to be pale and uninteresting skin.

Then the setting turned abruptly from the dazzling streets of Seoul into a pitch black infinite space that is only illuminated by the glowing white light from a staircase that appeared out of nowhere. He felt utter warmness hugging against his hands and he darted down, only to find his son gripping onto him as he eyes you at the other side with a never-ending glass that separates you from them.

Yohan spin on his heels, yanking Yunho to the portal of blinding lights. Yunho contemplated as he continued looking at your weeping figure, his unyielding son continuously pulling him to the nearing end but he can’t get himself to run and comfort you. He then started focusing ahead, one foot stepping onto the staircase

Yunho jumped on his seat, eyes straight away taking the view of you driving beside him and the sunset outside as he recover from his fantasy. He whip his head to spot Yohan at the passenger seat, fast asleep, the child’s mouth slightly hanging open as soft snores leave with every exhale. “I'm sorry, y/n, I'm so sorry” Yunho’s hand intentionally flew to your thigh and you flinch with the coldness his palm brought.

“What's with you? Why are you saying sorry?” A giggle made its way out your throat as you manage to glance at him. “I just want to apologize” Although puzzled, you concluded that maybe he’s referring to the incident last night, you might have alcohol in your system but you can still remember fragments. You pursed your lips before removing a hand from the stirring wheel, placing it on top of his on your thigh, intertwining to assure him.

“Acute lymphoblastic leukemia” There was no need to beat around the bush and the doctor announced straightforwardly the diagnosis after they ran few tests for Yohan.

He sweats profusely at night, and you automatically assumed that it’s because of the hot weather so you just pat dry his sweat and turn on the fan. The purple bruises that covers his thin form didn’t send alert into your senses either, thinking that a kid his age is really clumsy and that might be the reason. Even the constant bleeding of his nose that is a hint, you shrugged it off half-heartedly, a part of you being in pain to admit that your son is sick

Those were the thoughts that you battled with your own mind frustratingly. You tried so hard to brush away the negative thoughts, you attempted to act blind regarding the symptoms that Yohan is showing because the mother in you doesn’t want to trust your nurse instinct that this matter is too serious, but now that the doctor confirmed it, you can’t help but to let stress rise on your chest even more.

The last thing you want to happen is to lost your family, a puzzle piece of your heart to be gone. So the two of you admitted Yohan in the same hospital that you work in. Yunho strived to find a job to lessen the burden of bills that weighed your shoulders. He started working as a factory worker, the pay enough to sustain.

You would take care of Yohan whenever you got the chance during your shifts, while Yunho would call it a day at his workplace and comes home at night. Yohan’s room 117 is what he calls now your new home. The moment your husband arrives at the hospital, you would go home to at least prepare home-made meals and bring it so Yohan would still be able to eat real food rather than that pale looking and tasteless meals they serve him.

You and Yunho feels relief every time Yohan recovers from infections that he suffers from, but a pain in the chest and the feeling of being lightheaded replaces the state of calmness for the child’s torment, him getting infections is now an endless cycle. The longer the treatment goes, the more rapid his weight loss is and the longer he stays at the hospital, the more you tell yourself that your kid don’t even know how his parents must’ve look like now. The protective clothes that you usually wear covers almost the whole face, leaving only the eyes to see Yohan suffer in his death bed.

Months of living in the room 117, it is impossible for your co-workers not to see Yunho, alive, sound and safe. To say that it blew their mind away to see the man standing in front them is an understatement, no words can fulfill the exact explanation how they become rooted in place and acted like a statue built in the middle of this medical institution.

Yohan then learned who Yunho is, the connection they’ve been feeling made the six year old notice the signal his father have been sending. “Papa” Yohan called his father in the middle of nowhere one day when you were absent to prepare supper at home. Yunho thought that he heard it wrong, but seeing the child grinning makes him think otherwise,  “Do you know who I am?” He asked, eager to receive a better response compared to what happened before.

“You're my father” The moment he earned his well-deserved reply, he wasted no time to wrap his arms around Yohan as he transfer warmth to the frail looking boy. He couldn’t contain his happiness and it made him feel weird, the feeling he’d been looking for, finally he’s feeling it now. “Please stay with us, forever” Yunho catch longing and attachment that glistened the minor’s eyes when he mumble those words.

“I can’t guarantee that forever, but I promise to stay as long as I can” Yunho lifted up his pinkie, interlocking it with his son’s as they seal his promise. “If you will leave, please take me with you” The young one spoke innocently, making Yunho force out a smile with the kid’s naivete.

The three of you continued enduring the rough transition of night and day, the usual routine now being the new normal for your family. But as days pass by, Yunho slowly feel the urge to tell you everything, that you don’t deserve to be hidden in the spotlight and clueless about what’s yet to come. He confronted you one night after sending Yohan to his slumber, walking out of the hospital with you before letting you know all the details he had been hiding.

For the span of six years, Yunho wandered endlessly, spirit traveling back and forth with no exact location but only the crematorium at night and your house at day. He witnessed how his son grow, and how you cope up with the loss. He was there all the time, guarding the two of you, his beloved family. Yunho mourned with you, shed tears every night with you as he pat your back but you were unable to feel and know that. He went through the same pain as yours, the agony inside torturing him the longer he stays at the world of living.

He should have asked the deities for a reincarnation, prove that he had been a good person but he doesn’t want that, he craves to be with his family. You and Yohan were walking home from the grocery one night, stumbling across what they call a wishing fountain. His son hurriedly asked for a coin from you, and you gave him willingly. “I wish... we could be with papa this year” Yunho didn’t miss the cheerlessness that cross your face before you switch into your smiling form again, intertwining your hands with Yohan as you continue walking home.

“I want to experience being a father, aren’t you too selfish to take that away from me? Why!” Looking up the sky with so much rage, he bawled. Yunho’s legs gave up on him, his knees slamming on the cold pavement in front of your two approaching figures. You just walk past him, having no knowledge that he’s there observing. “I won’t go up, I won’t” He chanted before he rise.

He continued following the two of you until you reach the busy streets, the bright neon lights of city life sparkles and illuminated the must be dark lane as soon as the moon turn up. Yunho isn’t oblivious, and he noticed the suspicious people making eye contact with him. But he has no time to waste so he shrugged the possibility away, maybe they can see ghosts that’s why.

But all doubts was washed away when his shoulder happen to collide with someone as tall as him, they were quick to mutter an apology to each other. “Y-you can see me?” Yunho stammered, “Of course” The man furrowed his eyebrows before walking away from him like he was creeped out.

How?

As if he is rooted to the ground, his feet suddenly felt heavy and he stared blankly at his palms. The color of his skin slowly crawls back, the faint redness of it becoming visible the more people bumps onto him. Yunho’s jaw hung low as his brain absorb the reality, but when his eyes searched, he can’t find you anymore. He hit himself, he was too distracted to the point he lost sight of his family.

The cold evening breeze went his way, sweeping away some strands of his brown locks and his clothes lift up slightly to go the same direction as the air. It’s like everything stopped when he catch a glimpse of his friends, intoxicated as they walk in group. As if miracle, they look like they suddenly sober up as they rub their eyes and slap themselves lightly to confirm that he is really in front of them.

“Yunho!” They yelled and circled him, gaining attention from passerby. He struggled to remove them from himself, scratching his nape right after, already feeling the weight of needing to explain everything even though it’s just the first day he came back.

He rented a unit to stay at. But your voice calling for him still lingers in his heart and mind. Yunho let the spring breeze pass and the summer to be welcomed, until he had the courage to approach his family, to hug you once again and flash a bright smile to his son.

He thought that being alive once again is his miracle, but when he met the a shaman during the day at the beach, he started to doubt if the opportunity given is really beneficial....

Yunho's hand worked to open the freezer and grab a bag of ice cubes but a hoarse voice coming from behind caught his attention, “You don't belong to this world anymore” He turned around, only to see an old woman standing not too far from him. Yunho darted his eyes at every corner, ensuring that he's the only possible person to talk to in this aisle. “I'm sorry?” Confusion was painted all over Yunho's appearance as the old woman's eyes glinted with so much suspiciousness.

“Your actions has its consequences, the same as your son's wishes” His eyebrows furrowed as his orbs glued to the woman who already walked away after uttering words that throw his thoughts into total chaos, it rendered him speechless. Then he paid great attention, the trinkets that hangs on the woman's shoulder bag seems familiar

The accessories, that damn well known accessories for him

Like the shaman's adornment in the crematorium he used to be in, the terrifying clang of it every time the in-charge would send someone up for their soul to truly rest in peace. Yunho ran hastily to pay in the counter and racing before the long gone shaman. But the woman clad in her dark purple dress that reach up to her ankles is nowhere to be found anymore. Instead, he found himself standing in the middle of the pathway between people walking from different directions, and only his brain in shambles is left.

“Besides you were by our side all these years, what more? What more are you hiding?” Your heart drummed against your chest, the deafening sound pumping on your ears as well that made Yunho’s voice inaudible. “I’ll die again...with our son” Yunho confessed. His words that shifted in the form of bow and arrows pierced your chest as you felt coldness shoot through you like venom that no antidote can remedy, the too powerful effect leaving you like a unmoving figurine as tears prick your eyes and threatened to spill. “Stop fooling around, please” You gripped onto his sleeves tightly, nails almost digging his skin that’s covered with the thin material of his sweater.

“I wanted to be selfish and be with my family so when I found myself alive again, I grasp the opportunity. But now, I think its more of a curse” He hang his head lowly as his voice crack, hands hurriedly finding your frame that also clings onto him.  “How can you...” You trailed, catching your breath and swallowing the lump on your throat as tears spill and slid down your cheeks, “Appear in front of me and disappear again” Your palms brush coldly against his features, lifting his face as you demand for an answer.

All the questions that circles inside of you became a burden but all he can say is, “I’m sorry, y/n” His voice laced with too much emotions that overwhelmed you. “You—you're always sorry too, why are you like that?” Your hands that held his face soon pushed him further from you. The continuous blow of cold air dried your pouring tears, and you felt something melting against your clothes only to find snowflakes coming from above

It is winter already.

The same season you lost Yunho before,

another cold season of misery.

You ended up drowning yourself with your job once again, like how you cope up with the loss before. Yunho did the same, overtimes that lasts at least two to three hours since he needs better salary for Yohan’s hospital bills that is truly dizzying due to endless therapies. Sometimes you find yourself unable to break free from tight hold of addiction to alcohol during night times, delaying your supposed schedule to bring the meals upstairs and feast with your family.

Thanks to Yunho, that he always catch you drinking in the parking lot outside the building and he is quick to lecture you and throw the bottle away. “Your son needs you, stop wasting your time drinking here” His words is like tattooed at the back of your head, that it echoes every time the burning feeling of liquor travels down your throat.

You continued staring at a particular empty spot, stabbing your food lifelessly as you zone out until you felt someone grip your hands, giving it a light squeeze that broke your reverie. “Stay strong, y/n” You look up to see everyone’s gaze on you, sympathy evident on each of their eyes but you paid no great attention to their pity. You cleared your throat before getting on your feet and discarding your lunch before going upstairs to Yohan’s room.

You were taken aback to see Yunho’s friends, including their children, inside the small space of Yohan’s room. Hongjoong might’ve felt your presence and he turn to look at you, crescent eyes an evidence that his lips is curling in a genuine smile under the mask that he’s wearing. “It looks like it was too easy for all of you to grasp the situation and accept that Yunho’s back from being ashes” You stood still near the door as you hug yourself, gazing at your son that has a smile plastered on his face as he play with stuffed toys.

The elders glanced at each other awkwardly, but only Hongjoong gathered the courage to answer you with all honesty, “We can’t believe it as well, but we can’t waste time just thinking how it all happened” That made you purse your lips,  that’s one thing you never thought of because you let yourself consume the time that was given just to conclude what caused this strange phenomenon.

You sat down on the small couch as you cherish the moment, until the day pass like a blur again and the night came for you and Yunho to sleep beside the child.

The wall clock stated that it is two am. You were shaken awake by Yohan who whined about the extreme body ache that he is feeling, the boy trembling in so much pain. You turn to look at Yunho with hesitant eyes and he responded with a slight nod before proceeding to eye his son with grief. “It’s okay just take a rest, my baby” The two of you babied Yohan as he voluntarily closed his eyes, the image of his parents the last thing he’ll be taking in mind.

The ear-splitting beeps that you loathe sounded across the room and against the silence. The doctor and nurses rushed inside the room as they attend the boy who was consumed by death already.

Rest has its whole new meaning for you now.

They announced your son’s time of death and you cannot stand the fact that your most feared day is already happening. Yunho sobbed with you as the doctor explained what will be happening next after the bed that carries Yohan was taken to the morgue by the nurses immediately.

“Are you leaving me now, too?” You asked Yunho as soon as they left you two alone. “Its not a permanent goodbye, we’ll meet again” He tried to comfort you, but that only made you tense up more and your shaking to intensify. He shed tears as he held your shoulder, looking down at your sitting figure at the chairs as he just stood still.

“Maybe in alternate worlds, we ended up together” He added, making you dart your eyes towards his towering frame in front of you. “But we are not the one who ended up together” You whisper weakly as his hands found yours, intertwining it. You saw no regrets in his expressions as he meet your orbs, and you figured out that he have died before, all the feeling to be sorry must have been washed away already.

For the first time after a while, you felt fatigue creep into your mentally and physically exhausted body as you finally reach the state of lethargy. Eyes dropping slightly that coated your vision with slight blur, “We’ll go home after this right?” You still managed to question him, but your main purpose is to convince yourself that this is not the end of your story yet.

“Our real home” You added before forcing a smile to climb on your face that turned into a thin line when he didn’t answer verbally. He didn’t shake his head nor nod, but when your eyes started dropping even more that you can only see in slits, you saw his form vanishing into tiny specks as you felt his grip on your hands loosened until you pass out from extreme tiredness that took over you.

A light tap on your shoulder pulled you out of the realm of pure darkness and blankness, only to open your eyes and lock with Solbin’s familiar jet black ones. Your lids droop lazily as you scanned the usual white and bright halls of the hospital while she maintained the firm grip on your shoulder, the crisis you’ve been through finally being absorbed by your mind before you look directly into Solbin again

Everything has ended now.

[barnesbabee]

Scum - Jung Wooyoung x Reader x Jeong Yunho

Summary: The boy’s trash and she’s gold. What will it take for her to realize it though?

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader x Jeong Yunho

Words: There are

Genre: Angst, some Fluff

A/N: Ayyy I’m not good at this but hopefully you like it <3

REQUESTS OPEN

REQUESTED BY @derisivedimples THANK YOU SO MUCH!

  He partied, he smoked and he fucked whoever he wanted to. Jung Wooyoung was everything no one wanted, yet you found yourself falling for him more and more as time passed by.

 You'd met when he entered your classroom by accident, and you were starstruck. Even though it was frowned upon in your school, he had his hair dyed grey and wore extravagant earrings like he didn't have a care in the world.

  You made a point to find out who he was. Once you'd found out, you were a little disappointed at the "fame" he had, but you put it aside, you found him eccentric and compelling, to a certain extent. Getting close to him was no easy task, but you tried your best, even going as far as joining the same dance club he was in.

  Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, maybe you should have just stayed in your corner and not done anything, and perhaps this little obsession of yours would have gone away, but you just couldn't.

  "Yunho, what am I supposed to do!?" You asked your best friend one day, after a month of watching Wooyoung from afar.

   It was becoming too much, and you were desperate. Seeing him eye up and down every girl that passed by and flirt with most of them was destroying you. Date him, or forget him, one of those had to be.

  "Go talk to him. Tell him what you feel Y/N, it will be much easier to make that decision based on his reaction..."

  You sighed at Yunho’s advice, you knew he was right, but you didn't want him to be. You didn't want to make that decision cause you were pretty sure the outcome wouldn't be the ideal one, but you took the shot anyway.

  One day, before dance practice (before you got all sweaty that is) you approached him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and he had the same playboy expression as always on his face. You guessed, deep down, that it was a good thing, cause it didn't matter your size, color or gender, he'd just fuck whoever it was. At least he wasn’t judgemental. But you didn't want that. You didn't want a one night stand and certainly not with him because you knew you'd get addicted.

  The man looked at you, expectantly. You had to rip your words out of your throat before you cowered away.

  "I like you."

 Not even a 'hello', a 'how are you', nothing. You just blurted out your confession and bit your lip, looking up at him.

  His expression softened for a second and he placed a hand on your cheek.

  "That's cute." He replied.

  Wooyoung said nothing else, he just retrieved his hand and walked over to his friends who had just started practice.

   What?

   He said nothing else. Just, told you 'that's cute' and left... And so your decision became harder, because you had no fucking idea what that meant.

   After that day, he'd give you flirty looks, small winks, and tease you.  It was driving you crazy, and he knew it. He loved the effect he had on you, he loved having your eyes on him at all times and all the attention you gave him. He loved the compliments, he loved the praises and he loved to make you blush. He felt so, so good being worshipped like that. However, when you tried to get closer or ask him out, he just cut you off. It was killing you, and you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

  It became too much when Yunho caught you sat against a wall, knees up to your chest, crying your eyes out under one of the stairwells. You had no idea how he found you, but he certainly wasn't happy.

  "Y/N!? What's wrong!?" Yunho asked as he knelt beside you and rubbed your back.

  "W-Wooyoung..." Was all you could say between whimpers and sobs.

  Yunho wanted to stand up and punch a wall. God, Wooyoung pissed him off. He had such a pretty, smart, talented girl chasing after him yet he kept playing these little childish games.

  However, he knew that if he got mad he would only startle you more, so he took a couple of deep breaths and calmed down.

  "He sucks, okay? Wooyoung fucking sucks. I know you like him and I'm sorry to break it to you like this but he's a coward and he's no man for doing these things, it's not entertaining to play with people's feelings. You’re an amazing person and he doesn’t deserve someone like you."

  You looked up at him. Yunho reached for your face and wiped your tears with the sleeve of his blouse.

  "Thank you Yunho, but it's just... so hard. It's so stupid but I can't stop watching him and liking him. He's always my focus."

  "Well then focus on me."

   This caught you off guard, and seemingly so did Yunho. He couldn't believe he had just said that... He internally facepalmed as a rose blush started showing up on his cheeks. He just sighed and looked down at the ground for one second before focusing on your face again.

   "I don't know how you haven't noticed, probably because you've been too busy with the jackass, but I like you. I like you a lot, and it hurts to see you get stepped on. And you let him step on you! It makes me so angry, but most of all, worried... I can't ask you to like me, nor to go out on a date with me right now, that would be selfish considering your situation, but please, give me a chance... Allow me to help you forget him."

  Your heart was going to explode. You couldn't believe how much love and sincerity a couple of words could contain. Your expression softened and you grabbed his hand.

  "Of course I'll allow it." You told him, mocking the way he had said it.

  You both giggled and Yunho embraced you and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

   From then on everything seemed much better. Yunho never left your side, now that he had a goal in mind. He'd meet you in the school's front gate by the morning, have lunch with you, walk you to all of your classes, watch your dance practice, at the end of the day he'd walk you home, and above everything, he’d make sure you were happy.

  At first Wooyoung didn't even notice Yunho, all he noticed was the absence of your stare. Your attention was no longer fully on him, and he didn't like it. He wanted to make you blush once more, he wanted to see you try to seduce him while you dance, he wanted all of your attention. He didn't understand why he didn't have it though...

  That was until you pulled Yunho, who had been leaning against a wall of the room watching you from afar, so he could dance with you.

  "Yunho loves to dance! He's a great dancer!" You announced to everyone as you clung to his arm.

 Yunho blushed a little at the compliment and bowed to everyone in the room. You begged him to dance to 'Troublemaker' with you, but he didn't give in until he was promised some ice-cream afterward. You smiled widely once he agreed and ran over to the speakers to plug in your phone and start playing the song. Your cute reaction made him smile as he positioned himself to start the dance.

 The two of you danced like there was no one else in the room with you, and only then it hit Wooyoung why you had been more distant. Yunho had stolen you away. The way you smiled at him, the way you looked at each other, the way you giggled and hugged him after the dance was over, God he hated it all. He was jealous, he wanted you for himself only.

 Did he have feelings for you? Unlikely... You were never on his mind, but then again, no one had ever been. And maybe the problem was himself, maybe he needed to have someone to bring him down to earth. Whatever was the problem, whatever it was that he felt, he only knew that he needed to have you.

  When that Hell was over, Wooyoung approached you and tapped your shoulder (just like you had done to him the first time). You turned around to face whoever just touched you and you were surprised to see him.

  "Oh Wooyoung, hey!"

 As soon as Yunho saw you two, he walked over and stood behind you, watching the scene carefully. Wooyoung chose to ignore the man and smiled at you, for the first time. A smile that wasn't a smirk, a smile that wasn't suggestive, just a smile.

  "Hey Y/N I know that I've kinda cut you off before, and I know that I don't have the best reputation, but I'd like to take you out sometime if that's okay?"

 You and Yunho were very taken aback by the question. You opened your mouth to say something, but Yunho immediately pulled you back and stood in between the two of you.

 "You," Yunho stated, pointing his index finger at Wooyoung "you don't get to do that. Not now. You've been fucking around with her for months, you barely even acknowledged her and at the end of the day I had to wipe so many tears because you're a cunt! You don't get to come in now and steal her away from me. You don't!"

  By the end of his speech he was full-on yelling. He had stepped closer to the other male and they were now face to face.

  Wooyoung scoffed and pushed him away.

   "You don't get to tell what I can or can't have. Whatever happened is behind, what matters is right now and as of right now I want her, I miss having her around and you can't change that, and you certainly can't change what she feels."

  Both men looked at you. Neither knew what was going to come out of your mouth. Your eyes were watery and so were Yunho's. Your uncertainty was killing him... The fact that you were still indecisive hurt him a little, and every second of your silence was a knife to his heart, that was beating fast. The men just wanted you to... say something. Anything. But you didn't want to mess up.

  Finally, you stepped closer to Wooyoung and placed a hand on his cheek. Yunho's heart broke at the sight. He didn't even hide his hurt: tears were cascading down his cheeks and his lower lip trembled.

  You looked Wooyoung in the eyes.

  "Wooyoung, I... I'm sorry, but you've hurt me too much, and if there's anyone that deserves my love and appreciation is Yunho. It's not even up for debate at this point."

 Upon hearing this, Yunho's frown turned into a smile and he pulled you into a warm embrace. He showered your face with kisses, finalizing with one long kiss to your lips.

  Somehow Wooyoung's heart was aching, and he realized that he'd just lost what could've been the love of his life.

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Someone You Loved

San x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff if you squint

Word count: ~1.3k

Song listened to: Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi

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Before everything started it was San and you, you and San, tied at the hip tackling the world together. Days were spent together going through school and the awkward phases of puberty. Silly selcas, birthdays and movie nights. Each and every heartbreak until finally the one heartbreak you weren’t ready for. It was during high school, you developed a crush on your long time best friend and it showed no sign of ever going away. But you never spoke up on your attraction for the spontaneous best friend of yours. Why? You did have the opportunity to admit your crush on San during a game of truth or dare, but you feared for your friendship, and San had recently told you of a crush he started developing, but he never told you who. You missed his sad expression when you chickened out and took the penalty. 

Your heartbreak came in the form of a goodbye. San told you he wanted to pursue his dream of being an idol and being able to perform on stages. You swallowed your feelings and wanted to fulfill your role of being the supportive friend, one he could depend on to support him. You gave him a tearful smile and a hug. San swears he saw something flicker in your eyes when he told you, but you hid your face in his chest before he could decipher what it was and by the time you pulled away it was gone. 

The day you dropped him off at the airport was one of the hardest days for the both of you. It was also the last time you took a selca together before he walked through security. “Promise me you’ll call me when you get there alright?” you told him as you pulled away from the hug. “I promise,” He rested his forehead against yours and squeezed your hand before slipping away. You gave him a watery smile and a wave which he returned. You watched him put up a front as he sucked in a deep breath and turned away heading toward his future. A future that you most likely wouldn’t be apart of. 

As you both walked in opposite directions you pulled out your phones staring down at the smiles and peace signs you held up. Wiping away a tear you pocketed the device and climbed into your car and watched as the airplanes took off the runway. San sat in one of the chairs in his terminal staring at the photo he made his lock screen. He knew that getting into this business would mean almost no contact with you due to time commitment, but it was something his heart desired.

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“Who’s that hyung?” Mingi asked peeking over San’s shoulder. “Hmm? Oh,” San had stopped scrolling through his phone to look up at the red head, “they… they are a friend.” San had flicked from a birthday photo he had taken of you with cake and frosting streaked against your cheek and you were lifting a piece to throw at him as revenge. Mingi could sense some hesitation coming from the normally cheerful male. “When was the last time you talked to them?” Tossing his phone to the side San ran a hand through his hair, “I haven’t really been able to talk to her since we debuted, but even then communicating was difficult.” Mingi squeezed San’s shoulder once before leaving him alone. 

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It had been a few years for both of you. Communication was lost somewhere down the line as you both drifted apart going about your lives. To be fair though, San did try calling you when they debuted, hoping that wherever you were that you would watch them perform. It went to voicemail, but when you heard his voice you immediately turned on the tv flicking through the channels and watched them, and since then you had always been silently supporting your friend from the sideline just like before. Overall though, San focused on his career and so did you, but you also made a new life for yourself.

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“I can’t believe we are actually performing here,” Yunho looked at the tall buildings around him. It was their offday in the city so they were taking the time to explore. As they were walking through a park some fans noticed them and asked for pictures which they obliged. And then there was a laugh, one that took him back in time. The smile slipped from his face as he frantically searched for something that reminded him of home. Finally his eyes landed on something familiar yet different, there was a new aura that surrounds you. His members eyes followed his and all eight landed on you. They watched you kneel down to the ground and open your arms with a large smile on your face. Eyes panned a few feet away to a small toddler with your hair color ambling towards you with grabby hands. To the group you were a stranger, but to San you were so much more. His eyes became glassy as he watched you pick up the child and swing them around before planting large kisses on their cheeks. 

Pulling away from your child your eyes locked with someone from your past. Tilting your head you watched the man breakaway from the group making their way toward you. Shifting your baby to your hip you looked up at the man standing a few paces in front of you. “Hi,” the man seemed breathless as he stared at you. He looked so different, but the one thing that remained the same were the eyes. “Hello San,” you gave a weak smile, a broken smile. “It’s you,” he breathed eyes widening a fraction. You dipped your head slightly, “What are you doing here?” “We have a concert in a few days,” San pointed to the seven onlookers behind him, “we just have today off.” Leaning to look around him you gave the group a wave with your free hand before placing it back under the leg of your kid. San’s eyes registered the child in your arms again before seeing the band that rested on your ring finger. “They are your’s?” he asked nodding slightly. You hummed in response brushing some hair away from their face. That’s when he noticed that they also had your eyes. “C-can I hold them?” San asked quietly. Nodding you adjusted your grip so you could hand your bundle of joy to him. The other members of Ateez had gathered around to look at the small child held in San’s arms.

You smiled sadly seeing your baby’s tiny fingers wrap around San’s. What you wouldn’t do to have had that been your original future, but fate didn’t work out that way. Instead you watched the small scene in front of you as San rocked your child in his arms cooing at them. Feeling a hand on your waist you turned to see your husband. You gave him a smile, before returning your focus to your old friend. “You ready?” your husband whispered in your ear. “Yeah I’m ready,” you noticed that San was no longer looking at the baby in his arms but at the two of you. “San this is my husband,” you introduced the two not noticing the dark flicker pass over San’s eyes. “It was nice seeing you again San,” you told him taking your baby back. “Y-yeah it was nice seeing you too,” San swallowed thickly feeling your fingers brush against each other. Saying goodbye you left him standing there with his group members. 

You had already given up on the dream of one day having a family with San the day he got on the plane, and decided to settle knowing that he was still chasing his dream. Unknowingly he closed the door of having a future with you the day he was on the other side of the glass panes of security, not knowing that you had watched him walk away. Now he was swallowing the bitter pill of what could have been as he watched you disappeared amongst the group of people in the park. 

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[radiorenjun]

HeartStrikes - Yunho

They say a heart can only take 50 strikes of pain before it completely shattered. A human heart made of glass and porcelain is the only thing that's keeping them from being emotionless, lifeless creatures.

A strike can be a painful thing. On the brink of excruciating pain they say the human heart made of glass sends vibrations in the air ghat caused the people in the same room to hear their aching thoughts from the shattered object.

A human heart could only bare so much pain and if it is not healed in time, there's no telling that the human could last.

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"Hey Yunho, do you have to go?" you asked with a whiny voice, looking up from your comfortable state on the couch as you clutched your pillow tightly. Yunho looked up at you as he tugged on the collars of his shirt.

He chuckled before you continued, "we haven't been spending much time together since your debut. It'll be nice if you just stay for a couple of hours" you looked up at your boyfriend, eyes glimmering with hope.

You were proud and happy for his success, and you were glad that he was finally able to do something he loved. But sometimes, you feel sad that he had to leave during intimate and cuddle sessions for practice or meetings with his group.

"I'm sorry, babe, it's urgent." he pouted, tugging up his socks. "The boys wanted to do something really cool for the MAMA performance, and I'd promise I'd be there for them since Mingi-hyung came back from his rest" he smiled, walking over to you.

He leaned to give you a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand caressing your head gently. You nuzzled against his touch, causing him to smile widely at you. "But it's been so long since we had a whole day to ourselves" you pouted, as he gave you another kiss, this time on your lips.

"Why are you being clingy these days?" he chuckled. "You know I'm really busy with my comebacks and practice, I really need to try my hardest to please the fans" he said in a teasing tone.

You felt a strong jolt of pain in your chest, as if something inside of you was breaking apart. You clutched the pillow tighter in your grip, keeping a forced smile on your lips as you gazed up at his innocent figure staring down at you.

You assume this was a strike of a human heart. "I guess I am being kinda clingy, huh?" you chuckled, your heart felt like it was being mutilated. "I'll see you later?" you tried your best to give him a toothy smile despite the jolting pain in your chest. With a nod, Yunho waved and left with a bright smile.

As soon as you heard the door close and you reassured he wasn't in the distance where he could hear you. You couldn't helobit your lip as tears glossed over your eyes, the door to your emotions on your chest opened with a loud creak, the glass organ slipping out easily onto the cushions.

There it was, clear as a crystal, lots of cracks and scratches surrounding it. Minute drops of transparent liquid flowing out numerously like a leaking tap. You grabbed it and shoved it inside your chest and tried to keep the door from opening, keeping your sobs quiet at the pain.

You saw a few drops had soaked the sofa cushions, leaving a dark black mark on the soft fabric. You leaned against the pillows, shutting your eyes tight as the television played loudly in your ears. Your hands over the small door on your chest, trying to keep it close.

That was one of a few strikes this past week.

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You grabbed a spoonful of ice cream as you plopped yourself down on the sofa, humming in content at the flavor as your free hand pressed buttons to decide on a movie. You glanced at the clock on the walls as you engulfed another spoon of the sugary cold cream into your mouth.

11:24

Yunho isn't back yet. He didn't notify you if he was coming home late like he usually did, yet again, you knew that his comeback is coming up soon and he's busy with preparing and practice. Yet again, you missed the small moments you'd have with him from time to time.

You hardly remember when was the last time you went out on a date. You sighed, looking down at your ice cream as the movie finally played on the large TV screen. You missed him.

The loud sound of your door opening attracted your attention as your head jerked towards the door. A sweaty Yunho appeared with exhaustion coating his face. "Im home" he muttered as he slipped off his shoes and put them on the rack.

"Welcome home" you greeted with a spoon in your mouth. Yunho walked passed with a small smile, raising his brow at you, "why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked, his hand gripping the saddle of his dufflebag. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to wait for you with some movies and ice cream," you shoved a spoonful in your mouth with a smile.

He chuckled, "you're eating that again? You're gonna get fat, you know." your smile faltered slightly as your chest sends aching waves down your entire body. Your eyes watered slightly as you bit your lip but you lay your head on the sofa cushions in an angle where he could not see your face.

You fidgeted with the spoon in the ice cream tub with your hand, your other arm wrapping around your legs which were folded into your chest as you tried to keep yourself from screaming in pain. "I know... But I really wanted to treat myself" you tried not to let your voice crack as your chest tightened even more.

You could hear Yunho let out a small laugh, "alright then, you do whatever you want, babe. I'm going to take a shower" he shook his head before jogging up the stairs to the bathroom, leaving your weak form shaking in pain.

You shoved your face against the pillow to muffle your cries as you felt your chest open again. The glass organ popped out of its small space and onto your palm, liquid dripping out of the cracks.

Your eyes widen when you saw that the cracks were larger and more liquid was oozing out of it than last time. You shoved it back in and tried to close the door despite it being a painful thing.

You let out a small sound of pain when you finally got it shut tight, clenching your eyes shut to prevent tears from leaking out as well. "Y/n? You okay?" Yunho's voice reached you from your bedroom, signalling that he was done showering.

"Yeah! This movie is just so painful to watch!" you quickly grabbed the remote and skipped it to the emotional part as you wiped your watery eyes. "You're such a pathetic baby" he laughed as he walked down the stairs with his hands going through his hair with a small towel.

You took a deep breath before continuing to watch the movie, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and keep the door shut and you swore your heart had small dots of black liquid inside the transparent material.

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"Oh my God, grow up would you?" Yunho groaned, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Grow up?" you exclaimed, your eyebrows raised in surprise as the oh-so-familiar jolt of pain rushed through your body.

"Yeah, stop nagging me all the time! I'm old enough to make decisions for myself and not have some woman cling onto my back," another few strikes. You winced silently as Yunho paced back and forth in anger, letting his emotions take control of his words.

"You're just so annoying and clingy sometimes and sometimes I really just can't take it. I mean, what part of 'im busy' do you not understand, huh?" your eyes widened as the door opened and your heart fell to trembling figures of your palm.

It was turning black.

Cracks surrounding the object as if some clear glue was holding it together, it was like staring into a bowl of water with a drop of black food dye added into it. It was slowly coming transparent to black and the excruciating pain was making your chest numb.

"Its exhausting to have someone always clinging to your back at all times and tell you to do this, to do that. I just want some time alone, and you don't get why I always spend time outside of the house."

Your ears rang loudly, muffling your boyfriend's frustrated voice but it was not enough to silence him words. Your chest ached even more with every harsh word he barked as you couldn't tear your gaze away from the object in your palms. It was so mesmerizing to see the black slowly colouring the shattered object, the pain felt so bad but it was so mesmerizing for it to stop.

Your head spun intensely. As your breathing became intense, tears uncontrollably streaming down your face like a leaking tap as your palms shook even more. Your body began to feel numb and you swore you almost lost your balance.

"I don't need someone to baby me 24/7. Y/n, I don't want you to latch on to my back like a sloth and holding me back from what I do best. I don't need you holding me back from my priorities. I don't need you constantly checking up on me." his words got louder and the black completely covered your heart.

"I don't need you."

Your body felt numb as the object in your heart turned from jet black to glowing red. The light illuminated the room with its bright glow as the room was filled with the pathetic sound of your voice.

It hurts. Make it stop.

Yunho paused his little rambling to finally look at you. Before the heart sent echoing waves of your voice across the room, repeating the same sentences. Yunho's heart broke at the sound of your voice.

It sounded broken, it sounded as if you had been crying for hours, begging for salvation. As if you were being tortured or murdered.

It sounded as if you were dying.

Yunho walked towards you hesitantly, making you glance up at him with eyes full of tears, your eyes wasn't filled with life anymore and your face paled. Yunho's face made you frown even more. He looks sad. Did you do that? Did you make him sad?

"Y/N" he couldnt say anything. He didn't know what to say to a girl who was trembling with a broken heart. His name was the only thing you could breathe out before your vision became blurry and you collapsed to the floor.

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Yunho gasped, quickly catching you in his arms and letting the glass that is your heart fall to the carpet floor. He screamed for your name frantically, his voice shaking as he tried to shake you awake. Your eyes were opened slightly but he couldnt see any life in them.

His voice ached as he continued to scream your name, pleading that you would wake up. Behind him was the glass object fully jet black, shattered but it was still holding shape. Fear rose within him as tears welled up in the poor boy's eyes. He grabbed your wrist and put his fingers on your veins, trying to feel something.

You weren't even breathing.

He got up and grabbed the black object and rushed to his car with your pale, still figure laying lifelessly in his arms. He tried to stable himself as he drove you to the hospital with tears streaming down his face and apologies bursting out of his throat.

You had to be okay. Right?

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They say a heart can only take 50 strikes of pain before it completely shattered. A human heart made of glass and porcelain is the only thing that's keeping them from being emotionless, lifeless creatures.

A human heart could only bare so much pain and if it is not healed in time, there's no telling that the human could last.

It's all up to the victim of the broken heart whether they want to be saved.

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You opened your eyes to see that you were in a bright room. Your feet were bare, your fingertips were warm. Your eyes felt as if you had just woken up from a really long nap and for the first time in so long, you felt no pain. You felt okay.

You looked around to find yourself in a hospital room. Right infront of you was... You. You were laying on a bed with monitors surrounding you, you were in a really bad condition. Eye bags surrounding the bottom of your eyes and your skin was pale as snow.

Your eyes darted towards the figure that was sitting beside the bed, clutching your hand tightly with tears endlessly streaming down his face showing regret and pain. He looked familiar.

He was sobbing out apologies as if your sleeping state could hear him. Laying on the table next to him was a heart-like object, it was changing colours. Red to black to transparent to.. Black again.

The voices were muffled and all you could decipher was "I'm sorry, y/n. I'm sorry." Y/n. That name. That was your name! Who was he? You glanced at the sobbing boy, he was clutching your hand tightly with both of his. His eyes red, his nose running and his face was red, possibly from all the crying.

Behind him was a door. A white door with a sign stuck to it, written in bold letters was "LIVING WORLD" in black arial font. You looked behind you to see a long set of ascending stairs leading to a bright glow on the ceiling. With a gate far up in the end. A sign was stuck to the ground near the stairs saying "HEAVEN" in fancy letters.

It seems as you are stuck between life and death. You glanced up at the familiar sobbing boy and you lifeless figure with furrowed brows before glancing at the bright glowing light at the top of the stairs.

What will you pick?

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I'm sorry this took so damn long, this is so short WTF. Hope you like it, I worked hard on this. Another heart au coming up is San!! Stay tuned!

[ateezthings]

ATEEZ Reaction: You end the relationship because of their busy schedule

Angst

Gender neutral :)

 Seonghwa

It has been 10 days since you last saw Seonghwa. Although he comes home late at night, he leaves before you wake up so you felt like you didn’t have a boyfriend anymore. One night you decided to pack all your things and wait for him to come home to explain everything to him. As soon as he came home and saw you his smile dropped:

„Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.“

„Hwa, please listen to me for a moment. This relationship isn’t working anymore, I know you can feel it too. We barely see each other anymore, I never know when or if you’re coming home and I can’t take this anymore. I don’t wanna sit at home anymore waiting for you, I finally wanna start living my own life.“

He looked at the floor and started tearing up so you put a hand on his cheek to comfort him. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering all the good times you guys had. He knew he had to let you go.

Hongjoong

‚We have to talk when you get home‘

The text you send him made him worry all day. He couldn’t concentrate in the studio and stumbled over his own feet at dance practise. When he finally came home you sat on the sofa waiting for him. He slowly moved towards you and sat down but neither of you talked for about 5 minutes dreading what was about to come. After a while you spoke up:

„Joong, I can’t do this anymore. I know you love your job and it’s great that you do but I need a partner I can see more that 1 minute a day.“

His usual happy face now seemed so broken, he had tears in his eyes:

„So what are you saying? That we’re breaking up?“ His voice broke at the last words. You took his hands in yours and slowly nodded.

Yunho

The majority of your relationship with Yunho was filled with fun and goofy moments, so this was the hardest thing you had to do. You knew he was at the company and had a break so you went there cause it couldn’t wait. You saw him in one oft he relaxing areas. He was surprised to see you. When you explained to him how you were dissatisfied with your relationship because you had completely different lives and schedules, his reaction was disbelief:

„What? No you can’t break up because of that. We can totally work this out right?“

„Yun, I don’t think you understand. I don’t have the energy to do that, it’s emotionally draining for me waiting for you to come back from a concert or a whole tour. I wanna see you but at the same time I’m missing out on meeting my friends and going out. I don’t wanna be like that anymore.“

„But you can’t leave me. Please, we can work on that.“ At this point he was on his knees and practically begging you not to leave him. But you knew you had to in order for both of you to be happy.

Yeosang

„Yeo, I’m breaking up with you.“

His eyes grew twice their size: „What? Why?“

„I feel like I have no place in your life right now. You’re so busy with rehearsals, concerts and fansigns everyday that I don’t feel like I have boyfriend anymore.“

He face was completely emotionless but you could tell he needed a lot of self discipline to keep himself together. You continued:

„This relationship isn’t enough for me anymore. I can’t wait for you anymore. I need to start taking care of myself.“

Still no emotion from him.

„It’s been mentally draining waiting for you. I’m happy for you and I know you worked really hard to get where you are right now, but I need to get out of here. So that’s why we need to end things.“

Finally. His nostrils started to flutter and you could tell his eyes were getting watery.

„But, baby… don’t you love me anymore?“

For him to think that you didn’t love him, broke your heart: „Of course, I do still love you, Yeo, but I also need to take care of myself. And I can’t do that while being in this relationship.“

By that point you were a mess, crying and sniffling all over, just like he was. So Yeosang held you in his arms till you both stopped weeping.

 San

San must’ve noticed you weren’t yourself the past weeks because he invited you to a rooftop one evening. You knew what you had to do. You had arrived on the rooftop and San went in to kiss you hello, but you turned your head and he knew something was really really wrong.

„Babe, please tell me what’s been going on. You’re not yourself.“

„How do you know when I’m being myself, we hardly see each other anymore.“ That hurt him deep. After a while you continued:

„San, I feel like I can’t be in this relationship anymore. Your career is only getting started and I’m so happy for you and I will always support you, but I can’t go on being your partner. You‘re gone for weeks, I miss you like crazy but there is nothing I can do and it’s breaking me.“ Now you had tears in your eyes, you didn’t wanna do this.

San slowly wiped a tear from your eye: „ So this is it? You wanna break up?“

„Yes“ You couldn’t look into his eyes.

Mingi

You told him you wanted to meet him at the park. When he arrived there a little later than you told him to, he could tell you had been crying.

„What’s wrong baby?“

„Sit down Ming“

You tried to explain to him why you wanted to separate from him but he was so shocked hearing you didn’t want to be with him that he stopped listening halfway through.

„Mingi, do you understand where I’m coming from?“

„Well is it something I did? Did I do something wrong? You know I can make it up to you right?“

„I don’t want you to give up your career, you worked so hard and you deserve all the success that’s gonna come your way. I just can’t sit at home quietly waiting for you to return, because I want to live my own life. I feel like I have been missing out on that.“

„Is there somebody else?“

„No of course not. I want to be with you but not if I’m missing out on my whole life.“

„But if you want to be with me then we can work this out“

„I don’t think we can sweetie“

Wooyoung

„Woo, I can’t go on like this.“ As soon as you said those words, you knew it was the wrong time do it. Wooyoung came home from the company exhausted and slightly irritated. Now his eyebrow was twitching. His eyebrow only twitched when he was about to get very mad.

„Uhm you know we can talk about this some other time.“

„No, do it now. Finish what you started.“

You exhaled audible. There was no way around it then.

„I want to break up with you.“ Wooyoung shot up from his place on the couch so he could look you straight in the eyes.

You continued: „I feel like I can’t breathe in this relationship anymore. You’re gone for weeks and when I finally get to see you it’s only for 5 minutes before you have to leave again. I don’t wanna do this anymore. I need someone who’s here most of the time and is willing to spend more than 10 minutes time with me. I hope you can understand that.“

His facial expression went from irritated to sad to indifferent to angry at himself. Quickly he stormed past you and out of the apartment.

Jongho

„ Jong, we need to break up.“

He dropped his chopsticks and looked at you confused: „Wh-what?“

You had tried to make this easier on him by cooking his favorite meal. It didn’t really work.

„Jongho come on, this is not a functional relationship anymore. We’re basically living separate lives already.“ You could see that he started clenching his fists while listening to you.

„We’re both focused on our careers and we just don’t have time for each other anymore. So I think this would be for the best.“

His knuckles were already turned white: „Bullshit! This is bullshit! You can’t end this relationship because of that. It’s not my fault that you have to work when I’m free.“

„But this is what I’m talking about, Jong: Our current schedules are not compatible.“

„And what about love? You don’t care about me anymore, that’s it. You know you could’ve just said so in the first place.“

It was clear that he was way too emotional right now to talk this out

„You know, maybe I should leave. We can talk about it tomorrow morning.“

„Yeah, you probably should“ He spat.

You knew he was too upset to think about what he was doing.

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Absolem (Blue Catterpilar) - Kang Yeosang

Cheshire Cat - Kim Hongjoong

Mad Hatter - Choi San

Haigha (March Hare) - Jung Wooyoung

Tweedle Dee - Song Mingi

Tweedle Dum - Jeong Yunho

Bloody Red King - Park Seonghwa

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 You sat on the grass of the rose-decorated maze and hid your face in your hands. You wanted to cry, to scream, to crumple up in a ball and fall asleep so you could wake up from this nightmare. This colourful land was truly misleading... It was so beautiful and apetizing to the eye, but you had been tortured the second you stepepd foot outside of the tiny door. A soft voice calling you by your name snapped you out of your thoughts.

   "Miss? Miss Y/N?"

   You looked up, with your watery eyes and red cheeks, and looked around.

   Behind one of the bushes that served as a wall to the maze, a pair of bright red eyes almost covered by pitch-black hair stared at you.

   The man slowly uncovered himself, and as he unraveled his whole image you recognized him as the person you had followed in the park.

   "Who are you? How did you find me!?"

   He walked over to you, slowly as possible, thinking that if he moved too fast you’d run (just like a wild animal) and knelt beside your figure.

   "I'm the Rabbit! I followed you. I ran into the Hatter and he asked me to find you and escort you safely with great urgency!" The man was jittery as he whisper-yelled all the information to you.

    In the distance, you could hear metallic footsteps approaching and both of you widened your eyes, his big, bright ones standing out from his pale face.

    To your surprise, a pair of big, white, fluffy ears emerge from the top of his head. They turned many detections before he grabbed your wrist and started running towards what you presumed was the exit of this Hell.

   In a normal scenario, you'd question his ears and eyes, mayhaps you’d freak out at the sight, but at this point all of this was mundane. The bunny-like man was just the tip of the iceberg of madness surrounding you, 

   The heels the King had given you were long gone and your bare feet roamed in the freshly cut grass as the Rabbit looked for a way out.

   Anxiety started building up in the pit of your stomach when the footsteps got louder from one of the sides. The Rabbit took a sharp turn, trying to avoid what you assumed were the King's card army looking for you.

   After about fifteen minutes of running, your legs starts going numb, but the 'light at the end of the tunnel' gave you all of the strength you needed to exit the labyrinth. The well-built male pulled you roughly as he turned you both to run along a gravel road that lead to someplace unknown to you.

   The small pieces of rock hurt your feet, but you didn’t care. All you wished for was a safe place to take shelter in.

   “Where are we going Rabbit!?” You questioned him, almost out of breath.

  He only glanced at you and ran a little faster.

   Damned Bunny…

   After a minute or so, you could see a small shed in the distance. It was almost covered by the flowers surrounding it. Big flowers, like the ones that had greeted you when you first arrived. They fell on top of the little white house with a hay roof, almost as if hiding it, or protecting it. 

   When the animal-turned-man opened the door of the little habitation, he nearly pushed you inside. You looked around, the interior was strangely big compared to the outside…The Hatter sat inside the house along with his two friends, the Dormouse and the Hare. They were all served tea, of course. 

   You stood inside, with disheveled hair and puffy red cheeks, as your chest rose and fell quickly from all the running. In short, you looked like a mess.

   “If the cards find out about this location because of you” Absolem’s blue tip of the finger pointed in your direction “I’ll personally make sure every single one of you is beheaded.”

   The easiness and seriousness with which Absolem said that scared you a little, and you gathered all of the energy left in you to snap your head at the man moving across the room with wide eyes.

   A faint giggle sounded in the air and you immediately knew that Cheshire was present as well.

   He swiftly appeared, cross-legged, and sitting in the air as he looked down at you. He rested his head in his palm and smiled fondly.   

   “He doesn’t mean that, sweetheart.”

   Absolem shot Cheshire a look and squinted his eyes.

   “Oh but I do mean it.” He replied.

   The Cat just rolled his eyes and sat on a chair, like a normal person. Or cat… These ‘people’ made you confused on what you should call them.

   “L-looks like the King took a liking to you!” The Rabbit exclaimed before anyone could say anything else.

   He pointed at your red and black dress, decorated with the King’s beloved hearts. The Hatter immediately jumped in his seat, and you watched curiously as his orange locks bounced with him. He made a disgusted face as he waved his hands in the air in distress.

   “Oh but it’s hideous! You must take that off right now silly!” The Hatter complained.

   You looked down at your dress and inspected it with your hands.

    “But what else would I wear?...” You asked and cocked your head to the side.

   The man thought for a second, tapping his chin with his index finger in a pensive manner. As he was thinking of a solution, his big, green eyes caught sight of Absolem’s blue curtains.

   “Hatter? Hatter what on Wonderland are you doing!?” Absolem asked, clearly filled with indignation as to why his guest had just ripped his beloved blue curtain.

   Everyone watched in awe as the Hatter pulled out a pair of scissors from the inside of his green jacket. He cut the fabric with no mold whatsoever, but he did it with such confidence that it was impossible to question him. When the man was done trimming it, he grabbed a pointy needle from his hat and began sewing it with a white string he had pulled from somewhere you hadn’t even seen.

   It was truly mesmerizing how quickly his hands worked with the string, hooping it and tightening it around the light blue fabric. Absolem’s horrified expression quickly turned into a curious one, as he watched along with everybody else.

   Once the Hatter was done, he turned his final project inside out so all of the sewing marks would be facing the inside. He proudly stood up and showed the result to everyone.

   “Ta-da!” He cheered, holding up a beautiful, made-on-the-spot, blue dress.

   “It’s beautiful Hatter!” You chimed.

   “Do you like it?” He asked, as he handed you the dress.

   You nodded with a smile, excited about the gorgeous new piece of clothing that had been made just for you, and held it close to your chest.

   Absolem pointed to a room in which you could change, and you quickly got rid of the ugly red and black dress and replaced it with the piece of clothing that had previously been a curtain. You took a look in the mirror and fixed your hair as best as you could.

    After walking out, you twirled, watching as the flowy dress danced around you.

   “How did you do this so quickly yet so perfectly?” You asked, curious at the man’s skills.

   The Hatter shrugged.

   “I may be just a hatter, but I do know my ways around fabric.” He explained, and a small giggle left his lips by the end of his sentence.

   You thanked him for the beautiful piece as you brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

   “When you’re done playing fashion runway, should we discuss why the Hatter was so eager on finding this random girl?”

   You were a little offended at the fact that Cheshire had called you ‘random girl’, but then again, you were a random girl, that had fallen into this world by pure accident. Why had he gone through such trouble?

    The Hatter blushed, perhaps because of all of the attention he suddenly got (all pairs of eyes in the room were suddenly on him!), perhaps for some other unknown reason…

   “W-well I- I certainly couldn’t leave such an innocent creature in the hands of a beast, under such tyranny as the King’s! Who knows what he had planned for her before the Rabbit helped her escape, who knows what he did to her before!”

   All of the heads turned to face you, what had he done to you after all?...

   “The King was… an odd character for sure. He showed no interest in me at first, but when he bothered to lift his head and look at me something changed. He ordered me to get my clothes changed. Changed into that,” you pointed at the room in which your previous dress laid in “and then took me for a stroll in the park. It might shock you if I say this, but he didn’t seem all that bad-”

   Everyone in the room gasped, cutting you off from your sentence. The Hatter had gone as far as covering his mouth with his hand and the Hare was gripping the sides of his head, as if you were the mad one instead of them.

    “Would you listen to me? He didn’t seem all that bad as we walked, he talked like a normal person… That was until he noticed the roses in the garden were white… Then he ordered the guards to decapitate whoever had planted the roses. I was scared, and I couldn’t think of doing anything but running.” 

   Your hands roamed in front of you as you explained the story, and everyone in the room paid you full attention, as if you were telling them the most curious tale they’d ever heard.

    The Rabbit, who had been listening attentively with his arms crossed as he tapped his foot, nodded.

    “Yes, yes that’s true. His majesty hates white roses.”

    Cheshire evapored from his chair and showed up again next to you, startling you a little. 

    “And what do you suggest we do with her now? We don’t know where she’s from, and I surely doubt she knows how to get back, or else she wouldn’t be standing here.” The Cat concluded, as he pet his own ears. 

    There was a long silence. Everyone was thinking, yet none of them knew what about. What possibly could they do? Hide her forever? Walk (possibly) for eternity looking for her home? The current circumstances were a mystery no one knew the answer to.

    The peaceful sound of nothing was broken when two tall boys barged in through the uncovered window.

   “Oi, what is this? Is this a party?”

   “So it would seem!”

   “It is a party!”

   “A party it is!”

   You had no idea who was who, but their quick manner of talking left you dizzy with just a couple of words.

   “Be quiet!” The Hare exclaimed.

   His eyes twitched and his nostrils widened in anger as he gnashed his teeth. Clearly they drove him even madder.

   “Tweedles, would you calm down? We’re trying to settle an important matter…” Absolem requested.

   The boys exchanged a confused look and shrugged, before inviting themselves in and settling amongst the others. Absolem sighed and held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger as he watched both boys tumble inside the house, making as much noise and accidentally tipping over as many items as possible.

    “What is it we’re discussing?” The taller Tweedle asked.

    “Yes, what would the discussion we’re discussing be?” The other one asked.

    “W-we, we don’t know what to do with Y/N.” The rabbit explained.

    “Yes, the King seems to have taken a liking to her and so has the Hatter…”

    The man inquestion looked at Cheshire, absolutely flabbergasted at the comment.

    “I certainly do not! Don’t speak such nonsense little Cat!” 

    You and Cheshire giggled at the little blush painted in Hatter’s cheeks and at the way he became agitated.

    Meanwhile, Absolem stared at all of them with a face that could only be described as omniscient. He sat in his kitchen’s counter, one leg crossed over the other, while his elbow rested on one of his knees. 

    The Hare decided to join the fun and tease his friend, poking his side while giggling and subconsciously twitching his eye.

   Only after a while did someone notice the Catterpiller’s odd behaviour. In a normal scenario he had already yelled at them to settle down and be serious about the matter in hands.

    “Absolem?” The Dormouse called “What are you so quiet for?”

    He only sighed and climbed down from his seat. Everyone followed the man’s movements with their eyes, watching as he walked over to you and tilted your chin up with his index finger.

     “I’ve found the key.” He replied.

    “Hm, and the key for what? If we might ask?” Cheshire asked with big eyes, as he rested his chin on Absolem’s shoulder.

    “For everything, actually. I’ve found what to do with her, and I now know how to lift this dreadful curse.”

    Gasps echoed in the air, and you became a little afraid. The image of you being sacrificed in some horrid way flashed to your head and you prayed to whatever was out there for the solution to be a different one.

   “She, my friends, is going to trick the King.”