#not doing a juyeon theme again

[isitthemoon]

》New Theme!

✨️ October 2023 ✨️

[skteezcursed]

❝0258❞ — j.yh.

PAIRING. ex!jeong yunho x fem!reader.

GENDER AND WARNINGS.smut. slight toxic behavior. dom!yunho. switch leaning sub!reader. possessiveness. alcohol consumption. yunho is borderline toxic (i apologize). fingering. orgasm denial. creampie. p in v. hair pulling. unprotected sex (please, do NOT). lmk if i forgot anything.

SYNOPSIS. yunho doesn’t like to share, he never did, especially not you. it doesn’t matter you two broke up, you are still his, so when he sees you flirting with other guys in a frat party (that you weren’t the biggest fan of), something builds inside of him and he just needs to make it clear that you belong to him, and him alone.

RATING. R (+18) - MDNI.

WORD COUNT. 4k.

NOTES. english is not my first language. part of the ateezchella especial and of the atz house event you can't out rage us. thanks to @juyofans and @yunhoszn for the costume idea, thanks @bro-atz for the plot idea, thanks coachella for the cowboy yunho with the rings, thanks for his parents for not having used protection or prevented their son from being born, because this man wrecked me completely. bye ♡.

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraying how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡

  He knew he would probably find you here. He knew you liked to party from time to time and how your friends would always lure you into one or another, even when you two were together. And in all honesty, he was okay with that, except for the fact you were at a frat party less than a month after you two broke up. Wearing a fucking chromed dress that barely covers your ass, the metallic make up just making you stand our more and he never hated a futuristic themed party more than he did now.

  As if that wasn’t enough, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you ever since they found you with your friends on the corner, dancing and smiling all the way. His eyes lingering at your outfit, wishing you at least had shorts underneath your dress. Only if he was allowed to touch you, only if he was allowed to see under that dress.

  “Well, this is becoming an embarrassment,” Jongho’s voice quickly found Yunho as he watched the youngest of his frat drown the last of his drink before indicating you on the other side of the room. “Weren’t you the one that broke up?”

  “So?” 

  Yunho tried his best to not make his eyes wander to you, or to acknowledge the amount of guys that were eyeing you, surrounding you, just waiting for an opportunity to -

“So, why do you care so much if another guy comes along? Aren’t they single afterall?”

If Yunho could punch Jongho at that moment we would, but he chose better, just turning the beer down his throat before meeting you again. A group of guys from another frat had gotten closer to your group. Yunho knew them, so maybe he -

  “He’s simping again, isn’t he?” Yunho just scoffed at Yeosang’s remark, feeling Mingi joining the others, a hand draped around Yunho’s shoulder. “If you can’t keep your eyes away from them, why did you break up in the first place?”

“Because (y/n) was saying that a lot of girls were trying to get with him and he wasn’t pushing them away, so -”

“Why would I give them the time of day when I had her? It was like she didn’t trust me, that’s why we broke up!”

“So, that has nothing to do with the fact that you started to notice how guys were always around them and accused them of cheating?” The other boys shook their heads as Yunho bit his inner cheek at Mingi’s remark. “So you didn’t trust her, and decided to break up, but now, you can’t keep your eyes off of them in that pretty little tiny dress that -”

“Mingi,” it was a warning, making the other tall one chuckle, raising his hands with a smirk. “You guys are fucking -”

“Oh, looks like she moved on from you, dude.”

  At that, his head snapped your direction, and he found Juyeon, from TBZ frat rather close with you, his hands on your back and you were fucking smiling at him, your flirty smile, the smile that made Yunho want you pin you down on the closest surface and fuck you senseless just to take that fucking smile off your lips.

  “And off he goes!”

Yunho could still hear all three guys behind him as he took the first steps in your direction. There was no way you’d go with Juyeon, no you were Yunho’s and no one else's, but as he got closer, he noticed one of your friends caught your attention, making you put some distance – which should be bigger – between you and Juyeon. As you turned to say something, your face got closer to his as Yunho noticed how the guy’s arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. He had half moons marking his palm as the custom rings Hongjoong had made for him dig into the skin.

  As you pulled away, your eyes met with his, making you stop almost instantly, only moving because your friend pulled you in. In all truth, you didn’t want to come to this party, you didn’t want to leave the house at all, ever since you and Yunho broke up, a lot of things crossed your mind as in the actual reason for that, as he came with a ‘I just think it's best if we go our separate ways, this isn’t working anymore’ and left at that, ignoring your calls and texts, until you gave up after almost a week. 

  If it weren’t for Alexa, you probably weren't even gonna be at the NCT frat party, also, you thought that Yunho would have gone to the BTS frat last night and not show up at this one so you wouldn’t bump into him. As if that wasn’t enough, all you could think about was the face he gave you as Alexa guided you through the bodies of people. He was mad, he was fuming. Was he so annoyed you were there? Did he really hate you that much?

  “Just keep watch okay, I trust the boys, just not every guy in this forsaken party!”

She said as she closed the bathroom door making you touch your head against the wooden door sighing deeply. All you wanted in that moment was to leave that house, curl in bed and cry for everything that happened with Yunho. 

  “Why is my pretty girl sad?” You raised your head finding Haechan getting out of his room, curiously not accompanied by anyone. “Did anyone give you a hard time? Just let me know and me and the boys will -”

  “It’s fine,” you said quick but the sadness was still noticeable in your voice and eyes. “I just want some time alone, I… I just saw Yunho and -”

Haechan’s arms quickly wrapped around your figure as you held back your tears. It has been a month, you should have a grip on your emotions already. You hid your face on Haechan’s chest, apologizing for the amount of makeup that was smearing his shirt, but all he did was kiss you head, temple and cheek while rubbing your bare back, suddenly way more conscious of how open the back was.

“He’s the idiot to let go of you, maybe you should take this party to enjoy, yes?” You nodded slightly, your hand going to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the hair ends. “Mark sent a picture of you with Juyeon from TBZ frat, he’s a good guy, maybe you should try it out with him.”

“Thanks, I might, just need to get a grip,” you said, pulling away from Haechan cupping his face before leaving a small kiss on his cheek. “Go enjoy your party, I have to wait for Alexa to leave the bathroom anyways.”

  “Come meet me later, I can help you find some fun.”

  You chuckle and waved towards Haechan as you watched him go down the stairs, sighing loudly, cursing on your mind at how long Alexa was taking, getting a little worried at that. 

“Guess you moved on quickly, right pretty?” Your whole body became suddenly aware of how close he was, when did he arrive? Why was he here? “So, who is it gonna be? Juyeon or Haechan? Maybe both?”

  “What do you want, Yunho?” 

  “Can’t I ask about your whereabouts?”

“You lost that right when you broke up with me,” you turned to him, half of the reason why your face was flustered was for the alcohol and annoyance, but the other half was by his presence, if he knew that or not, it was still up to be discovered, “don’t you remember?”

“Oh, I remember well enough,” he towered over you, making you take small steps behind until your back was pressed against the bathroom door, the smile on Yunho’s lips when he noticed he got you cornered made you press your thighs together, “but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with others wanting what it’s mine.”

“I’m not yours for a while now.”

“Oh pretty, you’ll always be mine,” you can’t lie to yourself and pretend like you didn’t miss the possessiveness Yunho carried whenever you two were together. “Should I remind you?”

  “I’m not yours anymore, Yunho, you decided that.”

  “What if I decided that I don’t want you to be my ex anymore?”

  “Because you are jealous or because you actually mean it?” That was it, that was the moment you saw his eyes darken, the cover from the cowboy hat only helping with that. Your eyes lingered a little longer on his before falling to his lips, a small smirk appearing once you saw them forming a thin line. “Are you jealous that I might like Juyeon or Haechan more than you?”

  As his hands held you by the waist and hip, your breath hitched, but neither of you reacted to that, your body already telling him enough. The hand that was on your waist trailed towards your bare back and a gasp left your lips as the cool metal of his rings touched your exposed lower back, making him smile at that pulling you closer to him. Your hands quickly find the vest he was wearing, getting tangled with the necklaces. He was too close, his body fitting into yours as if it was made for it to happen. 

  You whined as you felt the sharpness of his ring against your skin, what kinda ring he was wearing you didn’t know, but you for sure didn’t want to see it or else, it was just another thing to occupy the ‘Jeong Yunho Folder’ on our mind. For a moment, you tried to react, but instead of pushing him away, your fingers held the vest tighter, making him chuckle as his face got closer to yours, the hat already touching your head as you could feel his breath mixing with yours. Way more stable than yours could ever be.

  “I think that’s something neither should be worried about, don’t you think, pretty?” Before anyone could answer, both heard the sounds coming from the bathroom, but Yunho was faster, turning both of you away and into Haechan’s room, the door closing the same second Alexa opened the bathroom door. You felt the cold metal of the rings on your lips as Yunho was paying attention to the sound on the other side. “Keep quiet pretty and I’ll reward you later, yeah?”

  You just nodded, feeling the pressing of the rings on your lips, one of the rings touching your throat making you raise your head slightly. Who had the fucked up idea to give Jeong Yunho those freaking ring sets? You cursed, closing your eyes, only to open them, becoming even more aware of your situation. Yunho pressing his body against yours, one of his hand on your waist, as his ringed finger touched your lips, one of his legs in between yours, all this while in Haechan’s fucking room.

  Alexa cursing and searching for you was barely on your mind as all of these were processed. How Yunho’s fingers tighten on your waist and he lowered his head leaving the air he was holding against your neck, making you shiver. A small whimper left your lips as his adorned fingers cupped your jaw pulling you to eye him. There was lust and anger in them, and you knew you shouldn’t crave him, but it was impossible not to when we looked like that, with his intense gaze on you as if nothing else existed, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't broken up with you.

  “Why you here Yunho?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” The cool metal of the rings made your breath hitch as the tips scratched the back of your head, his thumb going over your lips before his eyes focused back on your own. “I’m here to claim what’s mine.”

  “We broke up and now you are jealous,” although you tried to sound sure, you both noticed your voice break, a small smile appearing on his lips. “I’m not yours anymore, Yuyu.”

  “Do you think they can make you feel like I do? That they know your body? Know what makes you tickle, what makes your cunt dripping wet?” His face bore on your neck and you felt the cowboy hat fall on the floor as you whimpered feeling his wet lips on your skin. “Do you think anyone can compare to us?”

  “Maybe you should have thought of that before you broke up with me, no?”

  “You accused me of cheating when you were the one doing it all along.”

  Your eyes turned to him, so that's why he broke up with you? Because he thought you cheated? “Who the fuck told you that? One of the girls from your dance class?”

  “I’m not blind, (y/n), I saw it with my own eyes how you’d led some of the guys on, with your damn perfect smile and -”

  “It’s called being polite, Yunho!” You tried pushing him, but he held you close, your attempt barely moving him out of place, making you sigh annoyed. “I never cheated on you, you lunatic, I’m fucking in love with you!”

  “Yet, you were out there flirting with Juyeon and Haechan.”

  You scoff, realizing he really was jealous. “So that’s what this is about! You are fucking jealous.”

  “I told you once before, pretty, no one touches what’s mine, and you are mine,” you tried to close your legs only to find Yunho’s thigh in between them, making him chuckle as his hand on your face went to your neck, no pressure, just pure dominance. “Well well well, apparently someone is feeling horny,” his lips brushed against yours as you tried to move your hips against his thigh to alleviate the pressure, only to get his fingers to secure your waist, unabling you to move. “Maybe I should remind you how well I know your body and how no one will ever be able to please you better than me.”

  In a swift move, he pulled your face to his, lips crashing as your hands finally left his vest, only to mess with his hair as the kiss deepened. You felt his hands wander south towards the valley of your thighs, only to hear him hum against your lips once he found the short shorts that you had under your dress. 

  “What?”

  “I’m torn between calling you a good girl for wearing shorts under this fucking dress and to punish you for using it all together.”

  Your breath hitched as his fingers put slight pressure against your clothed core and clit, throwing your head back and arching, trying to give him more room to work on your lower half, receiving a light chuckle from Yunho. “I was using the shorts because I had no intentions on getting with anyone tonight.”

  “Is this you asking me to call you a good girl, pretty?” You melted at his words getting a snarky comment in response. “If you were a good girl, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, now would you? Wouldn’t be dresses like that, wouldn’t be getting other guys attention, or –”

  “Please Yun–argh!” You bit your lip as you felt the pads of his unadorned fingers pressed a little harder against your clit. “Please, I’ll be good, please just touch me, I–I need your fingers, please.” 

  “Now, I need more than that pretty, I’m still not okay with what I saw earlier.”

  “I don’t want them,” your mind haywired for a moment before you could put your thoughts together, remembering how he had seen you with both Juyeon and Haechan earlier. “I want you, Yunho, please I only want you.”

  “That’s better.”

  Nimbly, his hands moved inside your shorts, his cool fingers meeting your heated core and the shock made you shiver a little as you felt his adorned fingers in the back of your head, holding you in place so he could see all the reactions your body had towards him. A satisfied smile danced on his lips as he pulled you in for a kiss before his middle finger entered your wet hole, making you moan against the kiss. In a slow, torturous way, he curled his finger while moving it in and out the best he could, the heel of his hand occasionally pressuring your clit as his lips never got tired of your own. 

  In a swift movement, he added his ring finger inside, curling them while putting pressure on your cit while his other hand put pressure on your neck, forcing your face up to kiss him as your legs were already way too weak to hold you in place, only making Yunho smirk as he started to pump him fingers in and out of you, watching your face twist in pleasure.

  “Who does this cunt belong to?” You couldn’t utter a coherent sound as his fingers nimbly worked their way to help you reach your high. His adorned fingers tighten around your neck making you whimper as your legs start to shake. “To whom does this fucking pussy belong to?”

  “To you,” the cry came as his fingers slowed down inside you enough to help you make a coherent phrase. Knowing Yunho was smirking at your words you manage to open your eyes just enough to find him mere centimeters away from you, the lust in his eyes helping with the build up in your stomach. “This pussy is all yours, Yunho.”

  “That’s it, pretty, now let’s make sure no one forgets it, yes?” You cried as his fingers left your wet folds, being denied the orgasm you so long waited, but as you watched him lick his wet fingers, you could’ve swore you could cum on sight. “Are you gonna be good for me pretty?” You mumble a small ‘yes’ as you watch him guide his fingers towards your mouth. “Suck it, let’s see if this helps you remind how good I make you feel, yeah?”

  As your lips parted, he pushed the two fingers inside, eyes darkening even more as he feels your tongue swirl around it, your lips firmly on the base of his fingers as your eyes never lost contact with his. At that, your hips started to move against his leg in between your thighs, making him chuckle but not stopping you for a second as he observes your wreck yourself using him. To watch you beg and ruin was one of the favorites views he had, so have you do this without him saying, was making him harder in his trousers. 

  His fingers quickly left your mouth as he pulled both yours legs up, making you wrap them around his waist as he guided you to Haechan’s bed. Your friend was totally gonna kill you if he found out, but in that moment, all you wanted was Jeong Fucking Yunho. He dropped you on the bed making you gasp before his hands grab your jaw making you eye him. His unadorned fingers quickly untied his belt and opened his tight pants as you held eye contact with him. Your fingers traveling over your thigh finding your clothed core, you could already feel the wet patch regardless of the panties and shorts that were forming a barrier. 

  “Please, Yuyu,” you begged as he watched your fingers travel to in between your legs.

  “Lose the shorts and panties,” he let go of your jaw and you did as you were told, knees finding the mattress as you finished taking you panties off, being thrown along with Yunho’s pants and vest on the side of the bed. “Now take this useless excuse of a dress,” your arms crossed in front of you, taking the dress away as you watched him unbutton his shirt, watching your naked body in front of you. “So fucking beautiful, so fucking mine.”

  “All yours,” your hands pulled him in for a kiss as the button down shirt met the rest of the pile, the only piece of fabric between you two being the fucking boxers, that you were quick to put your hand through, finding his hard heated leaking cock, making him moon against your lips. “I want your cock, Yun, please, let me have your cock.”

  “All fours, now.”

  As you turned around, he got rid of his boxers, pumping his dick using the pre cum, watching your glistening pussy welcome him. A low groan left his mouth as you wiggled your bottom to him, but instead of getting his cock, a harsh slap found your asscheek making you jolt and moan in pain, the chuckle Yunho gave being the only answer you were gonna have. Behave like a fucking brat, you get treated like a fucking slut. Not that you cared, but in that moment, you wanted his cock, and if you kept acting like that, you knew he wouldn’t dick you down until he got you crying in bed. 

  So, in response, all you did was lower your upper body into the mattress, face turned to the side as one of your hands went up your clit rubbing it eagerly, as he watched your every move. As he felt you had suffered enough, he took two steps towards the bed, his cockheading meeting your wet folds, making your fingers leave your clit as you knew what expected you. In a torturously slow, calculated movement, his cockhead entered you just enough to have you crying for more. 

  As you were about to plea to him again, he buried himself inside of you, holding your hips the same second he felt you jolt forward, holding you in place as he felt you adjust to his size, groaning as he felt you clench around his length while panting face in the bed. The only sign you gave him that it was okay to move, was your hips moving. The chuckle came the same second you felt him pull out almost completely before starting ramming inside of you in a swift motion, hitting your cervix with every single thrust, making you cry a little.

  One of your hands went to find his adorned fingers, as the unadorned ones got a hold of your hair, pulling your head back, as your hand held his adorned fingers in a tight grip. His erratic pace along with his breathing and his cock hitting all the right places, not helping you keep your sanity or a low volume. “Touch yourself for me, pretty, I want you creaming on my cock while I fill you up, can you do that, hun?” 

  Without a second to waste, your available hand reached your bundle of nerve, circle movements quickly taking over as you tried your best to keep a sane mind as you felt Yunho’s deep inside you, saying the filthiest things against your ear as he watched you coming undone with a cocky smirk. It didn’t take you long to come undone with a loud moan as you creamed around Yunho’s dick, as he kept ramming inside of you chasing his own high. 

  “Cum for me, Yuyu, make me yours for life.”

  With that he came inside of you, letting go of your hair, allowing your body to finally hit the mattress, but he kept holding your hips up as he pulled out of you, watching as part of his seed fell out of your hole before pushing it all back with his fingers, making your squirm at the overstimulated area. 

  “Keep it all inside pretty, once we get back to my frat I want to see it all still there if you have plans on going anywhere tomorrow.” You cried as he pulled his fingers away, cleaning them on your ass as he watched you clenched your used pussy, trying to keep all of his cum inside. “That’s my good girl,” he kissed your ass close to your cunt before turning to find all your clothes, quickly picking your panties and putting on your legs, before throwing you short shorts through the room, making you complain before eyeing you carefully. “You are mine, there’s no point in using that thing anymore, no one will get near what's mine and it will make it easier to see if you kept my cum inside of you or not without that piece of fabric you call shorts.”

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[mingtinys]

how flowers bloom and wither

pairing : lee chan x gn!reader , platonic! boo seungkwan x reader

apocalypse!au , exes to lovers , angst , hurt / minimal comfort

warnings : language , death , apocalyptic themes , depictions of wounds and blood , suicidal ideation , this is not a happy ending or story

word count : 6.3 k

requested ? no

a/n : heavily inspired by this juyeon fic that made my cry in my car (p.s. there is a jeonghan ver as well).

Your voice is the first to call his name in months. It's been so long that the cadence of it sounds foreign to his ears. Almost like another language entirely. A cry from the distance, barely audible in a way he easily dismisses it as a hallucination. Perhaps he was finally going mad.

He knows other survivors exist, he'd seen them in nearly every town he scavenged. Though in no reality had he ever assumed any of them knew his name. The world had not been kind enough to spare anyone who knew and loved Lee Chan. They'd all been swept away in the initial outbreak. And with no one tethering him to his own existence, he was no more than a living ghost amongst the ruins.

But then the voice calls again, this time closer. Behind him. Louder.

"Chan? Lee Chan!"

And even stranger, he knows this voice. Better than he knows the sound of his own name. Could pick it out of a crowd, blindfolded and all.

Though he still can't bring himself to believe it. Not even as he turns and your silhouette comes into view against the setting sun, your elongated shadow reaching out for him. Tattered shoes well beyond their usable years slap against the pavement as you sprint.

"Oh my God, Chan!"

It has to be a mirage. You'll pass straight through him like an apparition and the universe will laugh at him for believing another one of its cruel jokes.

Yet still, his arms open, and seconds later your full weight crashes into him. Like a tide breaking the shore, stirring up memories like loose sand in its wake.

It's the first time in months he's been held. Felt the warm touch of anything living, much less the safety of something familiar. Tears fill his eyes instantly as Chan clings to the one thing from his past he could never seem to bury. To what he can only assume is a pity gift from the universe making up for all the times it fucked him over. To you.

Your chest heaves against his as you ask, "Is it you? Is this real?"

Chan himself doesn't know the answer to that.

"I can't believe I found you," you breathe out once the air surrounding you two settles. You haven't let go yet and Chan doesn't want you to. Worried that when you finally do, he'll wake up back in the crumbling shed he'd used for shelter the night before. With his back against a cold, moldy mattress instead of being held by the warmth of a thousand suns. Alone again.

"Please say something," you nervously laugh. Despite the chill in the air, Chan's cheeks are burning up. He's at a loss, far too overwhelmed to produce anything remotely coherent. Though as you peel away to examine him, concern knitting your brows, one word does come to mind.

Wow.

You're still as radiant as he remembered. A diamond amongst the ruins of the world. It looks, for the most part, the universe has been kind to you. Good, he thinks.

"You're not..." Your expression falls. "You're not sick, are you?"

It's the fear in your eyes that finally prompts Chan to push down the lump in his throat. "No!" He rasps, then clears his throat. "No, I'm not sick. Promise."

"Are you hungry?"

Chan looks back at the reason he'd left his shelter in the first place, the rundown mini-mart about a hundred feet away. The stabbing pain in his stomach brings him back down to reality.

"There's nothing worthwhile in there, we already checked."

We?

Your arm extends to point past the mini-mart. Towards a small abandoned town that pokes out just beyond the darkening horizon. "Our shelter is just about a mile that way. Would you–"

He agrees before you've even finished your sentence.

Chan cannot fathom the hope you hold in your heart in a world like this. Not until he meets Seungkwan. The vibrant boy you've been traveling with thus far.

"You can't go around picking up strays."

"He's not a stray, Kwan, he's an old friend. Besides, you were a stray at one point too." You disappear into another room before the boy can argue any further. Leaving him to glower at his new guest.

"If you start acting strange, I'll kill you." Seungkwan points at Chan, though he's not the least bit threatening. His shiny eyes and round face are far too friendly to ever be perceived as intimidating.

Yet Chan humors the boy anyway. "Virus-free, I promise." He raises his hands in surrender.

"And don't touch anything." He motions around the living room, which is surprisingly homey.

When you mentioned you had a shelter nearby, Chan was expecting something a little less... comfortable. Something like the random sheds or raided stores he'd crouch into for just a few hours of shut-eye, never any longer. Or perhaps even a poorly constructed tent made up of various scrap parts. But when you climbed the stairs to a tiny townhouse, one of the better-looking ones amongst the multiple shells of former homes in the neighborhood, Chan almost couldn't believe his eyes. Perhaps this really was all just a dream.

The outside, for the most part, looked pretty decent. There had been some obvious repairs done; trash cleaned from the yard, wooden boards haphazardly nailed over broken windows, a tattered blue tarp covering a large section of the roof, and Chan could just barely make out remnants of graffiti that couldn't be scrubbed away. But the blue paint was hardly peeling and the stone steps had only a few cracks.

When it came to the inside, one word came to mind. Charming. None of the furniture matches, meaning either the previous owner hadn't cared for aesthetics or you and Seungkwan had at some point scavenged the surrounding houses in search of the least fucked up looking decor. Even then, it was really just the bare essentials. A surprisingly comfortable couch, two rocking chairs that look as though the wood had been chewed by squirrels, a metal center table, and a couple bookshelves filled with various novels, picture frames of strangers, and knickknacks.

Down the short hallway to the left are two closed doors. Of which he assumes is a single bedroom and bath respectively. Behind him, where you had disappeared to, is a door he'd quickly caught a glimpse of the kitchen through.

Most notably, however, against the back wall of the living room is a stone fireplace. Ablaze with such life it fully illuminates the space, providing a much-needed warmth as the brisk night rolls in. Chan watches it dance over the mound of logs, completely entranced until that same lovely voice from before calls his name once more.

"All we really have left from our last supply run is tuna, I hope that's okay." In your hands is a bowl with a small portion of rice and half a can of tuna, along with a glass of water. It's no five-star meal, but Chan's mouth still waters at the sight. And better yet, it's warm. He can't remember the last time he had a meal that wasn't a can of cold mystery mush or a granola bar.

He half expects Seungkwan to gripe about him taking something as precious in this world as food. But the boy snorts and a teasing smile creeps its way onto his lips. "Poor kid looks like he'll start drooling any second, I think tuna is more than okay."

He's right, tuna and rice is more than okay. In fact, it's the best damn thing he's ever had in his life. Even as he shovels spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, it only gets better. It isn't until every morsel of food has vanished from the bowl that Chan finally acknowledges his drink. Gulping the clear, luke-warm, liquid down in a matter of seconds.

"Thank you," he breaths out.

"So what are your plans? Are you leaving in the morning?" Seungkwan promptly asks.

Oh.

A chasm opens in Chan's stomach. Right, he thinks, How could he be so naive? Sure, the two of you knew each other. But it's been what, three years? Three years of the two of you living your own lives, growing, becoming new people. Almost a full one of those years spent fighting to survive. You didn't even owe him a meal to begin with, much less a place to stay. And, not to mention, Seungkwan doesn't know him from a hole in the wall.

He isn't sure why he assumed you'd stick by his side. But he'd sure hoped you would.

You have an equally solemn look on your face. "Right, you probably have people you need to get back to. They'll be worried if you stay too long."

"No, actually, it's just me."

Please. Chan silently pleads. Please don't leave me alone again.

You lock eyes with Seungkwan. A silent conversation between the two of you has Chan's heart pounding against his ribs.

"Can I talk to you?" Seungkwan motions you to follow him down the hall and into the solo bedroom.

Minutes feel like hours; and no matter how hard he tries, Chan can't decipher anything from the muffled whispers. It's just a flurry of back and forth until it stops with Seungkwan letting out a long sigh.

When Chan sees your nervous, fidgeting, figure appear with Seungkwan in tow, he starts mentally preparing for a no.

"There's only one bedroom," Seungkwan states, arms crossed. "So we'll have to rearrange the sleeping arrangements—"

"I'll sleep anywhere," Chan immediately bargains. "I can take the couch—"

"Absolutely not." The older boy jabs a finger at him, his stare menacing. "That couch is the nicest thing we have, if anything it's mine."

That is perfectly fine with Chan. In fact, he'd take the termite-chewed wooden floor if that's what it would take. "Does this mean..?"

"Yes," the boy exaggeratedly rolls his eyes, but the action doesn't feel malicious. More like a brother teasing his younger siblings. "You're lucky, you had a very reliable source vouch for you."

It feels like Chan can breathe for the first time since this whole shit-storm began. The weight that lifts from his chest makes him feel as though he's floating. And as your soft gaze catches him, he sees it. That indomitable glimmer of hope humanity has to offer. A light at the end of a dark tunnel. Security wrapped up in a warm, fluffy blanket.

A second chance to be alive.

Seungkwan, as Chan quickly learns, had dreams of being a singer back before. There's rarely been a quiet moment in the week since you found Chan. If he's doing repairs, he's humming. If he's taking inventory, he's softly mumbling along to some tune. If he's sat by the fire at night, his voice carries beyond the walls and into the night.

It's strange. Chan hadn't realized just how quiet being alone was until now. But you enjoy Seungkwan's voice, and it eases you to sleep on Chan's shoulder. So he enjoys it as well.

"Are they asleep?" He asks, letting his song teeter off, voice just barely audible above the crackling logs.

Chan looks down at the slow rise and fall of your chest. He smiles fondly, dropping his shoulder a tad lower to not strain your neck. By now, he's finally gotten over the disbelief of his luck in finding you— well, more so you finding him. Deciding to no longer question the probability of it all and simply cherish the feeling you bring him.

"Yeah, I think so."

Similarly, Chan has also learned that as much of a tough guy act as Seungkwan puts on, he's got an incredibly soft heart. It's pertinent in his gaze and the discreet ways he dotes on anyone around him. Bickering with Chan to wear something warmer even though Spring is around the corner or fussing at you to take an extra portion of rations.

In an alternate life, Chan likes to think he and the boy could've been life-long friends.

"How long were you out there alone?" He muses, a curious look on his face.

"Since the first outbreak," Chan answers casually. Though, Seungkwan's eyes go wide in horror.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, why? How long were you?"

"Three weeks, maybe." He shrugs. "Give or take a few days. We ran into each other pretty early on and we've stuck together ever since. Found this place about four months ago and tried to make it feel somewhat normal."

"Oh, that's nice." Chan forgets that for some, life kept moving. Even as society crumbled, humanity persisted. Some in vain, some succeeding, and others, like himself, not at all.

"Can I ask something else?" Seungkwan pulls him from his thoughts. There's a prying curiosity that's scribbled all over his face. Grinning like a schoolgirl with fresh gossip to tell her friends. Chan decides to entertain his curious mind, nodding.

"How do you two know each other?" He gestures at the two of you curled up on the couch. "Like, what's the story there?"

Chan's heart drops straight into his ass and like a reflex, he glances down to ensure you're really asleep. The two of you haven't exactly gotten the chance to talk about everything quite yet. So as of now, he isn't sure where you stand. He decides the more vague the better.

"We met in our third year of university. Their roommate was friends with my roommate."

Seungkwan squints his eyes, visibly displeased with that answer. "And?"

"And..." Chan toys with the material of his pants. "We dated. Two years. Just... didn't work out in the end."

Chan seriously wishes Seungkwan's facial expressions weren't so telling. That way he'd be able to at least pretend he was getting out of this conversation any time soon. But still, the boy persists, nagging him about the who's, what's, when's, where's, and why's until Chan caves. Explaining everything from the stolen glances that started it all, to the teary-eyed bittersweet end.

He vividly remembers the way regret pooled in his chest the moment your front door shut. Making his chest feel cold and empty, a feeling that stuck around nearly every day after. Reminding him of what he let go of for the past three years. The conversation plays on in a loop in his head, and since then, he's thought up about a thousand ways he would've done differently.

"Are you saying you want to break up?" Your voice was so small it ripped Chan's heart in two. 

"No! I just— I mean, but... shouldn't we?"

"Our lives started growing in different directions faster than we could keep up." He explains to Seungkwan, who's been uncharacteristically quiet. Not once stopping to interject his opinion or pop in another question. "They were offered a really good internship a few cities away. I was given the opportunity to be mentored by a renowned choreographer. We'd both be so busy. It didn't seem fair to hold each other back from our dreams. There wasn't much of a choice."

But that's not true. Chan ripped the bandaid off long before it could prove to stand the test of time because he was scared. He assumed the love you felt for him would slowly wither and die with the distance. Drawn out in a slow and painful process he couldn't bear the burden of. So he ran, like a coward, and left you to deal with the fallout by yourself.

It's funny, how the universe deals out karma.

"Probably the dumbest decision I've ever made."

Seungkwan hums, relaxing back into his wooden rocking chair, seemingly deep in thought. A silence settles over the room, only the sound of dying embers softly crackling fills the air.

You stir next to him, nose cutely scrunched up as you search for a more comfortable position. Chan hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you to fully lean against him, being extra cautious not to accidentally jostle you awake. You finally settle, and he can't help but notice your body still fits against his perfectly. Just like to used to.

And when Chan lifts his head back to meet Seungkwan's eyes, he catches the tail end of a fond smile. He rises from the chair, making his way around behind the sofa.

"You made it back, that's all that matters." He whispers, hand on Chan's shoulder. "You don't get a lot of second chances in life— much less in the middle of the apocalypse. Maybe it's time you stop just trying to survive and start letting yourself live. Whatever that looks like for you."

Spring rounds the corner like an old friend. Marking officially one year since the world went to shit and bringing with it much-needed rain in the form of rolling storms. One brews on the horizon, dark clouds gradually closing in on the afternoon sun. The cool breeze feels refreshing against Chan's damp skin. A pleasant contrast to the heavy bag slung over his shoulder, filled with scavenged treasures from the latest scout.

"You know, I offered to carry it halfway," you tease, significantly less out of breath than Chan on your trek back home. The exterior of the townhouse hadn't fared well with the harsh storms, yet it's a welcomed sight nonetheless.

"Yeah, but that would require him relinquishing about this much pride," Seungkwan laughs while pinching his fingers together, squinting through the narrow gap between them.

"It's not even that heavy," Chan scoffs, and if you clock his lie, you don't make it known.

"Whatever you say, golden boy," Seungkwan snickers, the corner of his lip quirked up in a smirk before veering off to the small plot just to the left of the entrance steps.

Seungkwan, arguably the most excited for Spring to arrive, had taken up gardening. Plowing up the soil with a water-logged wooden shovel and planting various packs of seeds he'd once found on a scout. They were mostly just flowers, anything useful like fruits and veggies having already been snatched up by other scavengers. However, he'd been lucky enough to find one packet of tomato seeds, one of green onion seeds, and another of squash seeds. The boy has a surprisingly green thumb, having created a flourishing garden in just a month.

"It's looking beautiful, Seungkwan. Another few weeks and we may actually have something to eat that isn't out of a can." You praise, admiring the colorful arrangement as well.

Sure, the fruits and veggies are nice, but Chan much prefers the cluster of voluminous purple hyacinths. Their vibrant color reminds him of the rich sunsets he'd use as a child to gauge when to return home for dinner.

He swiftly plucks a single bloom from the arrangement and places it behind your ear. You smile at the gesture, and it somehow shines brighter than the flower itself. A sight he believes is capable of parting the gray clouds stretching across the sky.

"Stop killing my babies, Lee Chan." Seungkwan chastises, annoyance evident in his tone.

"Sorry," he sheepishly grins, remembering Seungkwan's no-touching rule he had applied to the garden.

In the distance, there's a low rumbling that draws your attention to the sky. "We should go in before it starts pouring." You take Chan's hand, tugging him inside while his heart beats out of his chest. You call out for Seungkwan as well, urging him that his babies will be fine in the rapidly approaching storm.

Rain slowly begins to patter against the rafters the second the front door squeaks shut. Crescendoing to a downpour within a matter of minutes. Sounds like the three of you are in for a long one tonight.

It was hard to notice at first. The occasional slip-ups here and there. Easy enough to blame the rising Summer heat on Seungkwan's mood swings. Even if the boy had been more readily agitated lately, his bubbly moments stuck around in an abundance that excused the outbursts.

Though Chan can't quite get over that look on your face the first time Seungkwan snapped at you. Something about his bush of hydrangeas being disturbed despite you insisting you hadn't laid so much as a finger on his garden. But the moment tears slipped from your irises, Seungkwan crumbled. His eyes blown wide in horror as the realization hit. He uttered endless apologies, begging for forgiveness until you assured him everything was okay.

And to his credit, he hadn't had an outburst that big since. But still, you made sure to be extra cautious around his garden from then on out.

The red patches painting his arms are harder to ignore, though. Especially with the incessant noise of nails obsessively itching at dry skin.

"Are you okay?" Chan asks, finally voicing his concerns after watching the boy go at his skin with an inhuman determination for the past half hour. The sight reminding him of a rabid dog infested with fleas. With little care for its own health, left only with the insatiable urge to make the itching stop.

Seungkwan's head snaps up with feral eyes, though they dissolve into cheery crescents quick enough to fool Chan into believing he was just imagining things. Perhaps he'd been a little too on guard around his friend. The sweltering heat surely didn't help his nerves.

"Yeah," he chuckles. "I must've gotten into some poison ivy, it's been driving me mad."

It only got worse.

The scratching.

It keeps Chan awake in the late night hours. That dry sound echoing in his head over and over and over and over. And during the day, despite it being the peak of Summer, Seungkwan wears long sleeves. They do well in muffling the sound and hiding whatever visuals resulted from the night before. Yet, he forgets to scrub the dried blood from under his nails.

There's an unease that settles in Chan's chest and makes a nest there. A feeling that comes in waves, yet never fully leaves him. It consumes his thoughts and taints the air in his lungs until he feels like he may choke on it. Unable to breathe a single word about his worries without accidentally manifesting them into fruition. Because perhaps nothing is awry. Perhaps Chan is the one slowly losing his mind.

After all, you've yet to mention anything. Content with humoring Seungkwan's better moments in spite of his worst.

Perhaps, Chan is still stuck in his mirage.

It happened again.

Seungkwan snapped and this time Chan had to intervene.

Over his garden again.

The once glorious flowers were sad and wilting, through no fault of anyone's, but the elements. The heat was harsh on them and there hadn't been enough rain in a while to revive them. Not to mention, Seungkwan simply hadn't been tending to them as much as he thought he had. He spent most of his days now obsessing over illusions instead.

Swore he saw spiders in the rations. Heard scratching in the walls. Had caught shadows of looters pacing outside at night.

You called it dehydration.

But he'd somehow gotten it into his head you'd been poisoning the soil when he wasn't looking. He swung the front door open so hard it nearly flew off its hinges, yelling obscenities about how you betrayed him. How rotten and horrid you were for killing the one thing that'd given him any semblance of joy. Chan swears he's never seen someone so unhinged as Seungkwan in that moment.

All it took was three large steps in your direction for Chan to brace himself in front of you. However, all it really took to freeze Seungkwan in his steps was his name. Loud and firm. Lighting a clarity in his eyes that's been missing for a few days now. He ushers the boy outside with haste. Too afraid to look back at your crumbling face.

Seungkwan collapses down on the stone steps. He pulls his knees to his chest and digs his palms into his eyes, hard. "I fucked up, didn't I?" He whimpers.

Chan doesn't know what to say. He did. But confirming it when he's in such a state seems cruel. And he doesn't care to twist the knife any further. He just takes a seat next to what's left of his friend and lays a comforting hand on his back.

"I'm scared." Seungkwan's head tips back to the sky. Chan had always been under the assumption that Seungkwan was oblivious to his deteriorating state. But the steady stream of tears down the boy's cheeks says otherwise.

"I can feel my mind slowly becoming not my own."

"Maybe it's not—"

"I already tried telling myself that." Chan's heart sinks as the boy hikes up his sleeves. Revealing the angry red tracks and rust-colored scabs covering a majority of his forearms. Some wounds still look fresh, and painfully deep.

"That's the first symptom, right? Feeling like there's ants under your skin. Being easily irritated. Foggy memories, whole days missing..." He looks ahead at the setting sun. "I'm already seeing things. Was it one or two months the broadcast said the infected have once those start?"

Chan tries to remember back to when his radio crackled to life for the first time. He's pretty sure it's one.

"I can't remember."

Seungkwan pushes a bitter laugh through his nostrils. "Me either."

Chan glances at the sad plot of greenery beside him. He frowns at the way the tulips droop and their petals hang limp. At least those who are still trying to hold on. Desperate to escape the same fate as their counterparts that have already begun decaying into the soil.

He looks back to Seungkwan and wonders what it's like. To have the tulips weep for you. For them to bow their heads and shed their petals like tears. He also wonders if you'll grieve for Seungkwan as gracefully as they do.

"Promise me one thing?" Seungkwan whispers. His eyes already look like they're glazing over again.

"Anything."

He speaks your name with longing. "Take care of them, yeah? I know it seems like they have their shit together, but that's not how it always was."

"What do you mean?" Chan asks, skin crawling. But Seungkwan continues to stare ahead, eyes focused on who knows what in the distance. He blinks slowly, "It's not my story to tell. Just... promise."

"I promise. Don't worry, it's not something you even have to ask."

"The garden, too." His lips lift at the corners. Chan thinks it's a smile, but it's too uncanny to recognize. "If you're taking requests."

He agrees, partly to provide Seungkwan with what little peace of mind he can offer him, but also because he already has been. Chan tries on occasion to care for the sad little plants. Wetting the soil with what little water he can spare.

Part of him naively hoped that maybe somehow, some way, if the garden could be nursed back to its former glory, so could Seungkwan. But deep down, Chan has learned to tell the difference between a dream and reality by now.

And the reality is, Seungkwan reeks of borrowed time.

The world stole your smile when it stole Seungkwan. It ripped his soul from your grasp as Chan held you in his. Kicking and screaming.

Endless tears streaming down his cheeks as he fought to hold you back. Your pleas grew more desperate and wrangled. Mixing with the garbled, wretched, shrieks of your friend. Fingers clawing at his eyes. The virus embedded so deep in his brain he was no longer Seungkwan.

Just another host.

Your voice was the last to call Seungkwan's name that day. Raspy and hollow as you begged for his life. Begged the universe to not take the last ray of sunshine the world had to offer. Begged Seungkwan to fight just one more day. Begged Chan to let you save him despite all hope having set when the sun did. The scratches you'd left on his forearms remained a week after. But the hole Seungkwan's presence left has yet to fade.

Neither of you spoke of the boy in that time. He still doesn't know if that's for better or worse. Chan's terrified you'll shatter if he so much as whispers the boy's name. But to act like he never existed in the wake of it... well, that just doesn't feel right either.

But Chan knows there's no proper way to grieve. He figured that out at the beginning. He'd had damn near a year to mourn everyone he ever loved, you've only had a week. He knows with time, acceptance will come. But it kills him not knowing how to help.

So instead, Chan does the hard stuff.

He buries Seungkwan. Next to his garden, so that next Spring he can watch it grow. He stacks rocks as a makeshift headstone and plucks dried, stiff asphodel from the garden to make it look neat. He rearranges the bookshelf into a tiny shrine of Seungkwan's things. His favorite books he'd read over and over. A silver ring, with some date Chan doesn't know the meaning of carved into it. A liquor bottle that he used as a makeshift vase with the last flowers he picked still in it. Long dead, but the petals somehow still holding on. Replaces one of the bronze picture frames of strangers with a photo he found tucked away in Seungkwan's bag. One of him and two other people he assumes are his parents.

And when he's done, he lights a candle, the flame drawing you out like a moth.

"What is this?" you croak. It's the first you've spoken to Chan since it happened.

"Something to honor him," Chan whispers, keeping his gaze locked on the flickering light. He's too scared to see your reaction. Afraid you'll break down again. Afraid you'll hate it and scream that he has no right to mourn someone you loved for longer. Afraid that if he sees your tears flowing, he won't be able to stop his own.

Because he also knows part of you still resents him for that night. For grabbing your waist and stopping your momentum from hurtling towards Seungkwan. Robbing you of the chance to hold and comfort your friend one last time. Your screams echo in his head as a reminder whenever your gaze refuses to meet his or you shrug away from his touch.

But then your head falls to his shoulder like an olive branch stretching across a battlefield. Your sniffles break through the silence. Chan hesitantly pulls you closer, and when you don't flinch away, he does even more so until your full weight is against him.

When Seungkwan was here, there was rarely a moment of silence. But now, the house, and you, are quiet. And all Chan can hear are the sounds of heartbreak. Never before had he thought it could be so incredibly loud.

The cold air sneaks in sometime around mid-November. Bringing with it longer nights and temperatures low enough to warrant nightly fires again.

You haven't talked much since the night you cried your heart out on Chan's shoulder. Operating more like a zombie replicating past routines from life before. Wake up. Scavenge. Eat. Sleep. So when you offer up the first ounce of interest in something other than your daily routine, Chan nearly jumps out of his skin.

"I miss the ocean," you mumble, solemn eyes looking down at the crackling fire. The tip of your nose red from the chill.

"We can go if you want... If it would make you happy." He says though he'd settle for content. To bring you back, he'd do anything.

You nod. "Yeah, I'd like that."

And Chan makes it happen.

Maps out the closest beach. Rigs up two rusty old bikes he found in a shed. Packs enough provisions just in case. All for the sake of maybe returning with a sliver of the person you used to be.

The two of you easily find the rocky formation looking over the dark sea, waves raging below. It's here, that Chan truly realizes just how much of a shell you've become of your former self. The way you inch closer and closer to the sharp edge is lifeless. Like a magnet being pulled at with no will of your own. It lodges a dagger of dread through the center of his chest.

"Don't go so close, you could slip." Chan doesn't know if you can't hear him over the crashing waves below or if you simply choose not to. But your feet keep moving and Chan's feel cemented to the ground.

"That's close enough!" He calls.

Again, nothing.

Your toes hang over the edge now, hands in your jacket pockets. Raging waves slam against the cliff, reaching up for you. You close your eyes and point your nose to the sky.

Wind rushes around Chan. His shoes slip on the slick rocks below as instinct takes charge of his momentum while his brain remains frozen in panic. His lungs refuse to work until his arm can hook around your torso. Yanking you back with such a force it throws the both of you off balance. It isn't until his back meets solid rock that he finally gasps in a sputtering breath. The dull throbbing is instant, but the full weight of you atop his chest is comforting.

Chan desperately scrambles to collect you in his arms. Pulling your back against his chest so that he can curl around you like a protective barrier from the world.

"I wasn't going to jump." You whisper. But he feels no comfort from your empty words.

"Please don't make me lose you twice." He pleads like a child, rocking you in his grasp. The salty spray from the ocean mixes with his tears until he can't tell what is what. Right now, the only thing he's certain of is the one in his grasp. The feeling of you in his arms, safe, and he doesn't want to ever lose that. Call it selfish if you must. Lee Chan will wear that title proudly.

There's a rush of déjà vu as you crumble, muttering Seungkwan's name between wretched sobs, nails deep in his forearms. Sobbing about how you miss him, how unfair it is, everything you've been holding in since. Chan holds you tighter. Scared you'll slip away like the tide. Like Seungkwan did. Plunged into cold, thrashing darkness.

He prays to whatever merciful forces have forsaken him to please not do the same to you.

It's a silent trip back to the townhouse and you all but collapse from exhaustion the second you're through the door. Dragging yourself over to the couch and immediately curling into a ball. Chan takes the liberty of lighting the fire before sitting down beside you. He opens his arms, and to his surprise, you accept, letting your head fall into his lap. His arm securely drapes over your torso, though you're quick to cradle his hand. Hugging it to your chest so that his palm can feel the rhythmic thumping of your heart.

Chan lets out a long-held sigh, counting each beat like a lullaby. Then focuses on the rise and fall of your chest. Letting the steady swells ease the adrenaline from his system.

For a second, life is okay. Happy, even. Like how it was back before the world ended. Before he broke your heart. When he didn't care about anything except you and passing chemistry.

"I'm scared to lose you." When you say it, it feels like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room. "I always thought maybe, because we'd made it this far, that meant we were somehow immune. That the worst was over for us."

You pause to take a deep breath. But Chan doesn't push, simply thankful you've finally decided to let him shoulder the weight you carry.

"But if Seungkwan can die, that means you can too. Then who do I have?"

"I'd never leave–"

"You can't promise that," you drop to a whisper. Compensating for the waver in your voice. And you're right, he can't. Not in a world as cruel as this.

But he wants to.

"I don't believe in this world anymore. Not after what it did to him."

"Can you believe in me?"

Your answer doesn't come in the verbal form. Nor does it come quickly, which makes Chan think he's officially lost you. But then your fingers thread with his, squeezing in a way that he can only describe as feeling like pure hope.

Chan can't remember when the turning point was. All he knows is that today, months after the ocean, life feels peaceful once more. The Spring breeze is gentle against his skin as he lays in the soft grass with your head on his stomach. Surrounded by the aroma of the newly bloomed tulips that far outshine the rest of the garden.

He doesn't have as nearly green of a thumb as Seungkwan did, but he's proud. The garden is lush, green, and full of life. A little chaotic, but beautiful nonetheless.

Chan had even managed to revive the hydrangeas Seungkwan was so fond of.

You point to clouds with upturned lips, remarking on their resemblance to various animals. It's not the first time he's been lucky enough to catch you smiling in the subsequent months. But he knows to cherish each one more than he once did.

There's still a chill to the spring air and Chan tugs at his sleeves. Ignoring the incessant urge to animalistically claw at his arm. At the itch so deep under his skin, it feels like it's in the bone.

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Yandere prince Sunwoo who is like in love with you but you love someone else (a commoner who works at your palace or something) but Sunwoo just wants you to himself. He can be mean or something. I love your work a lot btw!!

ty for requesting prince sunwoo 🛐🛐 & thank you sm c: 🖤🖤🖤

Sunwoo - the heartbreaker

warnings; yandere themes, sunwoo is a mean asshole n a misogynist, conservative views, sexual themes, prostitution ?, slutshaming, mentions of non-con, objectification, arranged marriages, family problems, a little angst / tragic love, reader is a badass feminist wc; 2.9k pairing; princess, f.m!reader x prince!sunwoo featuring; juyeon & jacob (tbz), lily (nmixx)

note; I hope this wasn't too far from what you had in mind, Sunwoo never says it but it's implied he fell in love at first sight and thought abt her that whole week

You felt your mother's familiar hand on your lower back, urging you to go forward. The longer you resisted the harder she'd push, until you'd lose your step and drew the attention of the royal family.

Today was no different. Another prince and royal family you had to bow deeply to. Someone you didn't know, but heard the ladies gossip about on the way in. Someone your parents wished you'd marry so your own kingdom wouldn't perish. Someone you'd most likely hate but hadn't even met.

The ladies whispers were particularly bad today. Usually they would contain nonsense, gossip that was very trivial like ' he was born out of wedlock ' or ' he isn't the real heir to the throne ' nothing you cared about, because it didn't have an impact on his character.

But when you were meeting prince Sunwoo of Gija, they whispered something else - ' I've heard the prince has many different lovers ', ' he treats women like decorations, ones he can use as he pleases for his own satisfaction '

And the closer you got to him, the more the line in front of you with the ladies cut down; the more you heard about the infamous prince. He'd earned a nickname, the heartbreaker.

You wished your lover was there to see the way the prince coyly looked the princesses and daughters of lords' forms up and down, his eyes dripping with lust, while he barely listened to a word their fathers or mothers would say to him.

You imagined being with your favourite person instead of being forced to be at another dreadful place; at your favourite spot, under the chestnut trees just outside your own palace, in the garden you both loved so much.

His name was Juyeon, and he was everything Sunwoo was not, except for a prince of course. That one thing meant that he would never be approved by your family, no matter how perfect and gentleman-like he was.

But you could pretend that he'd be the one you'd marry and grow old with during those short moments you shared in the garden, laughing you troubles away until reality kicked in. Until your guards went to fetch you, mumbling discreetly about another prince you had to meet - and you knew, despite seeing the strong front he put on, that Juyeon broke a little more any time you went to look for your future husband, knowing deep down that it could never be him.

The moment prince Sunwoo's eyes landed on someone attractive, his sweet luring words would come out so smoothly, at the right time and to the right person. The young, naive girls would swoon over the handsome man, agreeing to meet up late at night like he'd asked. Then he'd sleep with them; seducing with the promise of a wedding, before ultimately never speaking to them again.

And you refused to bow to immoral men.

Your friend Lily, a lady of your castle, tugged on your sleeve as the room fell uncomfortably silent. The murmur from the mothers who were fixing up the daughters they were looking to marry away stopped, and everyone's heads were fixated on the lady who was glaring openly with disdain at the charismatic prince.

'' Y/n, if you don't bow you'll catch his attention, which is the one thing you don't want to do! '' your friend pleaded in your ear.

You shook both her and your mother's begging off, instead stepping as close to the platform he was sitting on as you could, even taking one more bold step than the other ladies had dared to.

His lips immediately curved into a smirk when you did so, knowing that you weren't doing so out of interest, no - you were challenging him.

'' Who is this rude girl? How dare she treat my son with such disrespect! ''

You turned, breaking the intense stare-match with the prince to glare at her too.

'' Maybe if you hadn't raised such an arrogant and vile womanizer, he wouldn't deserve all the disrespect I can give him. I can't even bare to look at him for one more second, your son disgusts me! '' you spat out, with so much genuine distaste that the ladies gasped in horror, quickly parting when you turned around to leave with your mother and friend hot on your heel.

'' Y/n! How could you do that? ''

'' Your majesty, please...you know how she is. ''

You ignored them both, striding towards the carriage and slamming it shut before your mother could talk to you. Hopefully your friend would've calmed her down before she'd finally enter on the other side.

The voices being drowned out by the carriage lent you some relief. You sighed and leaned against the door. As the adrenaline slowly dissolved, it was replaced with worry.

Had you gone too far? Who knows what his family might do if they were to seek revenge. They were far richer than your own family, and more affiliated politically too. That was the whole reason they wanted you to marry at all, because you didn't have any brothers who could take the throne. Your country's resources were quickly running out, famine, poverty and sickness had increased which was why your parents were in such a hurry to find you a husband, fit to be a king.

Your people would hate you if you brought unnecessary conflict to them due to your temper that often got the best of you. But a part of you also refused to lower your head if that happened, nothing was more important than your morals.

'' Y/n? ''

'' Yeah. You can come in. ''

The door cracked open slowly and your mother and Lily squeezed inside, you shift uncomfortably in your spot as your knees touched each other.

'' Have I caused trouble? ''

Silence fell in the carriage, they both seemed hesitant to answer.

'' Perhaps. We don't know yet. I suspect we'll be chased down by their royal mailmen. Her majesty will at the very least want an apology to the prince. ''

You gave a sorry look to your mother.

'' I couldn't help myself. ''

She didn't answer. Lily's hand grasped yours and she looked at you sympathetically. The rest of the ride carried on in silence but you could feel the tension the whole time.

When you arrived, a guard hurried over to open the door, extending a hand to help you down. It was your favourite guard, Jacob who was a sweetheart and friends with Juyeon. He'd always help you sneak out of the castle to meet your lover, without any objections or scoldings.

'' Welcome back, your highness. ''

You gave him a small smile and he mirrored it playfully.

'' Any mail? '' your mother cut in.

Jacob's expression immediately changed, and there was an instant drop in the mood all around again.

'' Well...yes, your majesty. ''

Everyone held their breaths as he brought out an envelope from inside his jacket. You could already tell who it was from by the wax stamp and the imprint on the back.

'' It's from the royal family Kim of Guija. ''

You heard your mother's deep sigh from your side.

'' And? What do they say? ''

Lily came closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder while holding your waist. But you couldn't even give her a grateful smile, your eyes were fixated on Jacob while his eyes scanned over the letter's contents, feeling breathless the longer the silence stretched on.

'' They seem to want an apology. Eh- '' he scratched the back of his neck uneasily. '' They insult your highness and claim that she has humiliated the entire royal family and ruined their reputation. Calling it a rebellious and childish stunt. ''

'' What do they want then? An apology by letter? ''

You all knew the answer, and it wouldn't be one you liked.

'' No, your majesty. They demand an apology in person. ''

*******

A week of rest hadn't done anything to soothe your nerves, as well as the lingering anger. You knew that when you meet eyes with him again, you'd probably explode. But this time it was crucial to your family's reputation that you kept any personal opinions to yourself.

That's why they let Juyeon come with you. Despite your family trying to keep you two away, they didn't hesitate to use him to keep you in check when they needed it.

A simple apology was all they requested anyway. After that you'd be free to go home and you'd never see his arrogant face for the rest of your life.

Your clenched fists started shaking by the mere thought of just that, the prince's face. Juyeon chuckled softly and laid his hand on top of your closed one.

His kind eyes calmed you down again. When you relaxed and released your fists, he smoothly put his hand in yours to stop you from clenching it again.

'' You'll do just fine. ''

Your heart warmed at your favourite sound in the world - his voice. Any time you'd had a bad day and you heard it, you could melt into a puddle. In contrast to everyone else in your life, he was so sweet, calm and easy; he never raised his voice at you, even if he was angry.

You laid your head on his shoulder and looked up at him with dreamy eyes. He knew what you were feeling, you didn't have to say it. Not that you could anyway with your mom and Lily in the carriage, but your gazes exchanged the same words anyway.

'' Thank you for being here. '' you mumbled, not wanting them to hear.

'' Thank you for letting me. ''

The carriage came to a stop just outside the palace of the Kim family. Your mother had warned you that they'd likely try to put the whole thing on a spectacle, to show that their family still had respect; inviting half the town since you had insulted the precious prince in front of them.

The silhouette of a man neared the carriage and everyone inside seemed to be on guard when the door was opened. You came face to face with a young, tall and handsome guard who without a word, stepped aside to let you come out.

'' Welcome, your majesty and her highness. Please, follow me inside. '' he said very curtly after some time when you'd all stepped outside.

He started walking without looking back which you supposed was out of privacy, but it gave a false sense of politeness - the other guards stood surrounded behind the carriage, in case you got any stupid ideas.

The four of you followed him despite that, there was nothing you could do anyway.

He opened the large doors in the front and you were suddenly greeted by hundreds of faces that had turned towards the direction of the screeching sound of the door opening.

It was a cathedral, the same one you had met the prince in last time. You dreaded raising your head and having to walk down the aisle to look up at his smug face sitting on his throne again; although this time it was undeniably worse since you had to apologise, and bow at his feet for the mercy of the Kim family.

Lily's leaned in to whisper.

'' He's waiting for you. Just get it done and then we can go home. ''

You turned your head and whined but she just shook her head with a small smile and gave you a gentle push forward. With a sigh you obeyed and started the long walk down the aisle.

Everyone's eyes were on you, watching your every move or facial expression and analysing your appearance. You heard judgemental comments when passing by one of the back-rows. But what could you do except bite your tongue and move forward?

Your pride kept you from looking up. Even as you finally reached the very front, your eyes were trained to the floor below.

'' Y/n? ''

Your head snapped up now as you recognised the shrill voice of his mother, the queen. She looked at you with dissatisfaction and scornfulness, not even bothering to hide it.

'' Apologise to the prince. ''

You licked your lips and took a deep breath, feeling your anger start to rise to the surface.

And at last, your eyes landed on him.

Prince Sunwoo, who was sitting leaned back on his overly embellished throne, one you didn't think he deserved to sit in but you had to hold back that insult to restore your family's honour.

'' I'm sorry for my behaviour- '' your jaw clenched as you pressed out, '' Sir. ''

Silence filled the cathedral just after you heard him try to suppress a laugh. Everyone was on their edge, waiting for either the queen or the prince himself to say something - Would he accept or refuse?

'' Accepted. ''

You were stunned at his monotone answer, very much expecting him to drag it out to humiliate you. Although you didn't know much about him, that's what people like him would do for fun right? A predator naturally wanting to toy with its prey.

'' You'll give him an apology in private too. '' the queen filled in, causing you to look at her questioningly.

They seemed to be in a great deal of hurry, presumably because they'd continue the search for a bride for the prince; you didn't get the chance to say anything to your mom or look back at your friend. The guards heaved you up on your feet and lead you away immediately to some back door.

'' Where are you taking me? ''

They didn't answer. You were taken outside and up cobblestone-stairs that lead to the palace, Sunwoo following closely behind. It was much bigger than yours, just further shoving the fact that you had to be on their good side in your face.

Well inside, they took you up the grand stairs that were right inside the entrance. Not much time was given for you to look around, it was almost like they didn't want you to. About a minute later of walking very hastily down yet another corridor, they at last opened a door at the end of the wing and shoved you in.

As soon as you heard the door close behind, a bad feeling settled in your stomach. It was hard to pinpoint the reason - was it simply paranoia, intuition or was it just uncomfortableness with being alone with a man?

Well, technically you weren't alone. Two guards were stationed outside. Just enough space to give you privacy, but not too far away if you'd try something on their precious prince.

Said person, walked past you and stopped right by the window.

'' As you know, I've been looking for a woman to marry lately. ''

Sunwoo's voice caught your attention.

'' But I haven't had much success. ''

He smirked when he turned back and saw that you were watching him, seemingly hanging on to every word that came out of his devilish lips.

'' Are you not scared of me? '' his head tilted as a curious look shot to his eyes that could only mean something bad.

Did he feel offended?

'' No. '' you confidently answered, despite the chill that ran down your spine.

He neared you, causing you to back away until your back hit the door. The guards on the other side stirred at the sound, thinking they'd have to intervene.

'' You should be. ''

Your gaze shifted away from the prince, trying to look at anything but him. But he came even closer, to the point you could feel the fabric of his clothes touch your bare arms and smell the scent of his cologne.

When he started leaning down, his hand raising with it; you flinched away but was left with your mouth hanging open in surprise when the sound of the door locking sounded in the room instead.

You stared at him.

'' Why did you lock it? ''

'' Haven't you heard the rumours? '' Sunwoo rested his hand against the door, almost caging you in and looked down at you. '' About what happens to the women that come into my bedchambers? ''

You swallowed the bile that rose up.

'' Your mother gave you to me. ''

'' What? ''

'' You're mine now, the wedding is next wee- ''

He rolled his eyes when you turned around and tried to unlock the door in panic. Too easily his hand caught your wrist in the act and with one quick thrust, you stumbled across the room, landing on the bed.

You already knew he was creeping up behind you.

'' Do I need to tie you up? ''

You pressed your lips together, refusing to answer him, while your mind was working overtime to try and think of a way to escape. But while sitting there on the bed and thinking, you came back to what he had said - your mom gave you away?

Your heart felt like it was slowly suffocating. You thought she had loved you, she was your mother after all. So how could she do this? After everything you had said about him, she chose him of all people?

'' I asked you a question. ''

A sudden hand came from behind and grabbed your jaw harshly, making you gasp.

'' No. '' you mumbled.

Sunwoo sat down on the bed, next to you so you could see him.

'' We should prepare for the wedding, don't you think? ''

Tears welled up in your eyes. You knew what was coming next by his leering gaze. Confirming your suspicions, he crept closer and the hand from before finally landed on your face, caressing it like that of a man who was madly in love.

You prepared for it. Maybe if you gave in for that one thing, he'd leave you alone for a bit - giving you enough time to think of a plan again.

But then he caught you by surprise again, chuckling deeply at you jumping as his breath tickled your neck.

He whispered sickeningly sweet, '' By killing your lover first. ''

[cupidjyu]

can you do a reaction to how the boyz members would react to another member flirting with their s/o? <33

jealousy, jealousy

(maknae line) when they get jealous over another member

genre: jealousy (ofc), pouty... men, fluff, idk they're just grumpy notes: i kinda changed the prompt because i felt kinda awkward writing another member flirting with a taken person LMAO so, lets say that what they do is completely unintentional ~ sorry anon, i hope you can understand &lt;3 word count: 1.3k

haknyeon

You always knew that Younghoon liked this particular type of bread, the one with chocolate cream inside. It was often hard to find so you always heard him complain. But, on your way back from work, you caught sight of it.

You bought a few, two for Younghoon and three for your boyfriend, Haknyeon. Fortunately, when you arrived at his dorm, Younghoon was there.

“Look what I got?” You held up your bag with a bright smile. Younghoon gasped and he jumped up.

“Is it–”

You nodded and Younghoon was rambling with joy. Haknyeon quickly noticed what was going on so he put down his computer. He watched silently as Younghoon gave you a tight hug.

“Thank you so much, you don’t know how much I’ve craved for this.” Younghoon laughed before pulling away, his hands resting on your shoulders. “You’re amazing, Y/n.”

You started to take the bread out and Younghoon immediately took it and bit into it. 

He looked up at you with bright eyes. “This is so good… I…” He trailed off, suddenly looking behind you. You stared back confused as he winced. “There’s someone…” He pointed behind you awkwardly.

You were about to turn around but then felt warm arms snake around your waist from behind. You inhaled sharply.

“Haknyeonie?” You glanced behind. Except, he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he was glaring grumpily at Younghoon. The older man only muffled a laugh and took the bread into another room, giving you some privacy.

“What’s the matter?” You laughed.

“You got bread for him but not me? And look how he hugged you…” He grumbled, pouting adorably. You giggled and reached back into the bag to hand one to him.

“What do you mean? I got extra for you.” You pinched his nose, causing him to blush.

“Oh, I…” He whined. “I didn’t know, sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You smiled fondly. “You’re cute actually.”

He whined even louder.

“Mind if we share?” You gestured to the bread now in his hand. He nodded excitedly, all happy again as you led him to sit on the stools.

“Of course.” He winked cheekily, making you giggle. He broke off a piece and imitated an airplane, much to your disapproval. “Say ahhhh–”

“Haknyeon,” You deadpanned with a glare. “I’m not a baby.”

He huffed. “You’re my baby.”

“Oh,” You breathed out. Then you shrugged, pressing a quick peck to his lips. “Okay, that works too.”

sunwoo

It all started when you were having a perfectly normal movie night. The theme was superhero movies and since Juyeon avidly enjoyed them, he had joined the two of you. Additionally, it was Sunwoo who had even invited him. But now, he regretted it.

Sunwoo knew that Juyeon was quite an affectionate person. But, it was different when it was specifically with you. Little did he know, that Juyeon simply had a sibling fondness for you. Every time you would point out a detail in the movie, he would always pat your head and smile.

“Hey, what if she actually is the enemy and she’s just faking being nice?” You asked, wondering.

Sunwoo spoke up, turning to you, “I think so too–”

But then he was interrupted by Juyeon.

“Definitely.”

“I knew I was right.” You simpered, proudly. And again, Sunwoo noticed that Juyeon was smiling down at you so, so sweetly. 

Throughout the movie, you felt your boyfriend try to pull you closer for some reason. The hand around your waist would tighten, almost protectively. Though, you didn’t mind, as you easily rested your head on his chest. 

After the movie, Juyeon had left and Sunwoo was sitting in bed. He was hugging a pillow to his chest as he watched you bustle around. When you finished, you turned around and almost cooed. Sunwoo looked so cute, with his pouty lips and sad, puppy-like eyes.

“Sunwoo, everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re lying.” You raised an eyebrow. He stayed silent, stubbornly staring back. But then, he groaned, frustrated as he fell face first on the bed. He kicked his legs, grumpily causing you to giggle.

“Ah, I shouldn’t have invited him…”

You sat next to him and patted his back. “And why’s that?”

“All he does is smile at you so fondly. It should only be me doing that!” He sat up again with a huff. His hair was adorably messy and tousled. You stared at him in shock before breaking out into a wide smile.

“Maybe he just likes me as a friend, you know? No need to be jealous.”

“But still…” He whined. You laughed and ran your hands through his messy hair. He immediately grew quiet at that and looked up at you with round eyes.

“Did you just– pet me?”

You nodded.

“Oh.” He blushed. “I–It felt nice.”

“Does it?” You began to comb your fingers all through his hair. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “You know, you’re like a pouty puppy when you’re jealous.”

“Is that why you petted my hair?” He glared at you.

“Maybe.”

He groaned and hid his face in a pillow. But, when he noticed that you had stopped petting his hair, he shyly looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Can you… continue?”

eric

The two of you were simply trying to figure out how to cook breakfast. But, since you had just woken up, you and your boyfriend were lazily yawning and fumbling around.

“Pancakes? I have no idea how to make those either,” He mumbled, sleepily. His hair was all messy and tangled, like a puppy in need of grooming.

You laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. And in both of your guys’ daze, you bumped into each other.

“Ow.” You rubbed your head.

“Sorry!” He pouted. He took your cheeks in his hands, gently inspecting you. You only laughed and stared back. Then, he leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

“Lovebirds,” A voice called out from behind. You separated with flushed cheeks. Sangyeon was leaning against the wall with an amused smile. “Are you trying to cook?”

“Yeah, and we can’t figure it out…” Eric huffed.

“I’ll show you. Pancakes? I can teach you how to flip them if you want.” The older man offered with a kind smile. You nodded, excitedly.

Eric slumped over the counter, too tired to care. Soon enough though, he woke up when he heard your laugh. The one that was genuine and that he thought was the most beautiful. He looked up and frowned at the sight.

Sangyeon was standing behind you, his arm looped around you to demonstrate how to flip the pancake.

“Oh, I finally did it,” You breathed out.

“You did amazing.” Sangyeon smiled, looking you straight in the eye. You were about to reply but then you heard a loud noise from behind. You turned around and it seemed that Eric had cleared his throat loudly. He was looking you straight in the eye, his head tilted as he raised an eyebrow, attractively.

Immediately, you knew. So, you looked back to Sangyeon. “If you don’t mind… can I practice on my own?”

“Of course,” He replied and he walked out. Then, you put your hand on your hip and faced Eric with a tired expression.

“Are you jealous already?”

He whined, blushing. “Look how he was touching you! He was definitely flirting.”

“He’s teaching me how to flip pancakes.”

“Same thing!” He grumbled. “But fine, if you say so…” And he refused to look you in the eye, as he frowned grumpily. Your eyes softened.

“Baby.” You took his hand in yours and made him face you. “You know that I only love you, right?”

“Yeah?” He looked at you hopefully, leaning over the counter.

“Mhm.”

“That’s good then.” He nodded. “So if I… do this, you would still love me?”

“Do wha–”

He suddenly tacked you and pressed kisses all over your cheeks, making you smile and laugh.

“Ah, wait, let me flip my pancake.”

“No, you’re mine for now.”

[cloverdaisies]

SNAP OUT OF IT (juyeon ver.) 🖤🎸

description: alternative rock band tbz, are on a wicked roll with their first tour "tbz: most wanted" and things just had to get more complicated for (your name) as another man just cannot keep his sly hands in his own pockets. Album based on AM - arctic monkeys.

snap out of it (eric ver.) 🖤🎸🎧

contains: (slight mature content, drugs misuse, suggestive themes, minors dni sil’vous plait, reader discretion advised but there’s nout too mental bit cliche really)

member: juyeon x reader

🔨🦺 editing in progress 🦺🔨

"i wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby snap out of it"

"under a spell you're hypnotised."

Radio announcer one: I honestly cannot get enough of this track, and neither can you guys as "snap out of it" by the Boyz continues to slaughter the music charts serving number one at the top of the charts for over two weeks now!

Radio announcer two: You mean they can't get enough of their lead singer Juyeon, I mean wow, what a man! He posted a picture on instagram earlier and the fans went absolutely nuts, so did Kerry in the studio didn’t you?

Radio announcer 1: Of course I did! He’s gorgeous, how could I not? Anyways to keep the theme going here’s another one of their tracks for you here on Radio Z..

Things for you have been complicated since you’d met Eric, unfortunately it didn’t take long to start the fire, the paparazzi had caught a photo of you two together - it spread online and absolutely enraged fans who according to their delusion smooth brains, thought he was the sweetheart of the band.

And it didn’t take them long to find you either.. your instagram was soon swamped with the vilest hate comments of all kinds, despite all of them being the most absurd untrue things you’d ever read.

Whilst both you and eric were distraught about the rumors, his manager was eating every piece of it up, dollar signs shining in his greedy eyes, taking the form of the greenest trees - awaiting the growth of the desired image he had for Eric, to be like the rest of his band mates, immersed in sex drugs and have a tainted image that was clean enough to attach people..

———————

A week later and no contact from Eric, trying to distance himself was probably the best thing he thought he could do in this situation to try help you get out of this mess.

However, you had another problem on your hands:

02:57: Juyeon (3) missed calls

(1 new message)

Juyeon: Hey (your name), you can’t ignore me for much longer darling.

Juyeon would not leave you alone.

You didn’t know why, or what he had in mind when he left multiple missed calls and messages as if he hadn’t seen another person before in life, or he was doing it for the sake of medaling in Eric’s “little love life”.

Juyeon is calling….

Rolling over in the sheets of your bed, knowing you weren’t gonna get any shut eye if you didn’t at least answer once so you grabbed the phone and answered the phone with a slam of your thumb on the accept button.

“What, Juyeon?”

“Oh. So you answered? *laugh*.” His sinister chuckle was self explanatory that he’d gotten either high or pissed out of his mind before calling you.

“Why’d you only call me when your high?” You sighed, rubbing your eyes in tiredness not being able to sleep because of the constant vibrations from the bedside table.

“I just wanted to know darl, you coming out tonight?” His voice was gruff and low, tempting as lucifer’s own words, but you were smart enough to understand he didn’t know his left and rights at the present moment.

“No, it’s 3 in the fucking morning, I’m going to sleep. I have to be up the morning. Leave me alone.” With that you hung up and luckily your phone didn’t ring again.

——

A week without those suspicious, phone calls was bliss you slept peacefully for the first time in weeks without anyone medaling with the cycle.

Of course, naturally the peace was short lived, and the phone calls returned except this time it was noon, an unusual time for Juyeon to message you.

Juyeon: Hi darling, the band are doing a secret pop up show tonight, just a small venue, would love it if you came x

You: As if your fans aren’t already crawling up my ass about being anywhere near you, hard no x

Juyeon: Can easily be solved with backstage lovely x

You: Still a no x

Then another message from someone you hadn’t heard from in weeks since the incident that tore you to pieces mentally. How considerate of him.

Eric: Please come so he’ll shut the fuck up, I’m so sorry, do us a favor.

You: Sorry but why would I do you of all people a favor matey ?

Eric: Just this once.

You: Fine but if it’s a shit show, I’m gonna be mad as hell.

Eric: Thanks, sorry again.

So, with that you dolled yourself up and got ready to leave the house for a night you’d never dreaded more, you felt as if you were being lured in by some sorts of dark forces. However, there was something so thrilling about having connections to one of the biggest alt bands.

You’d made your way down to the venue and out of the cab that and dropped you there, you were dressed to perfection in the eyes of yourself and everyone who caught a glimpse of you that night.

The venue chosen, was a small industrial bar not too far out of the city, it was a quite spacious but definitely couldn't handle a capacity more than 100-200 people, the place was lined with a dark polished wood and lit cozily with a dim warm lighting, highlighted with a pool table as the centrepiece of the place.

Immediately spotted by security at the doors, you were ushered into a dark corridor at the back of the place and then thrown into the noisy room at the end.

The sounds of incoherent instrument practice stopped as you turned around to see Hyunae and Sunwoo in states of confusion upon seeing you.

"You actually came." Sunwoo looked up at you in shock, the cigarette between his lips threatening to fall and set the place a light.

"Yeah shocker she'll be doing a lot of that when he's done with her." Hyundai chuckled boyishly, at the crude comment which earned a high five from Sunwoo and a twisted chuckle.

"You're both vile excuses for human beings, where are the other two of your kind?" You smiled sarcastically, watching them brush off your comment with laughter.

"One's preparing something very special for you, fuck knows where Eric is." Hyunjae shrugged, taking off his bass guitar and leaving the room to grab another drink from the bar.

"What does something very special mean?" You looked at Sunwoo with a glare, your arms folded over one and other in front of your torso.

"You'll have to see, I can't tell you another man's surprises." He surrendered his hands up in the air, and went back to viciously practicing the drums to avoid anymore conversation.

You wandered through to the bar to ask Hyunjae the same question you’d asked Sunwoo, also to get yourself a drink to try make the night a little less nerve wracking.

“Hello gorgeous.” The familiar devilish, northern english, voice echoed through your ears, the presence of someone’s body heat behind you making your skin crawl in temptation. “Can I get you a drink?”

*insert no diggity juyeon right here* All wrapped up in a crushed velvet suit with a causal t-shirt tucked underdeath, his hair was slicked back and emphasizing all the right sharp features of his face. A glass of Jack on ice firmly grasped in his right hand he smiled down at you.

“Sure.” You turned back around to the bar, already quite crowded with people lining up to be served, none of them knowing remotely who tbz were.

“I heard you had a surprise for me tonight. Care to explain?” You asked trying to ignore the fact he was practically leant over you with one arm on the bar, sending shivers through every bone in your body.

“You’ll find out in ten minutes, darling.” Before you could ask anymore questions, the bartender rushed over to serve him - ordering you a double rum and coke with a lime, served on ice in a small crystal glass.

After he did so, he handed you the glass, but before you could grab it his large defined hand grasped yours, bringing it to his lips causing all oxygen to stop entering your body as you held your breath, his soft lips touching the the back of your hand and leaving a gentle kiss. But why?

Despite the feeling the electric sensation between the two of you, you still couldn’t trust that his affection was pure, like no other man did he make you feel, it felt as if you’d found some sort of evil twin flame connection. It felt so good but you just couldn’t trust his image, he was 100% fucking with you, for his own entertainment. At least that’s what you’d gathered.

You needed to ask the only trustworthy source close to him, and that was unfortunately Eric.

Amps, Microphones and a set of drums were all set up at the front of the bar, you’d been quietly moved to a balcony area in front of all the action with a few other staff members and friends of the band.

You watched as they got into place on the stage area, Juyeon walking on to adjust his mic, looking up at you as if to check you were there. Eric doing the same, making his first appearance of the night, sending you a shy smile.

“Hello, kingsley inn, we are a small local band I’m sure you’ve never heard of. We’re here to play a few of our tracks and I hope you’d enjoy them” Juyeon gave the place an on brand sarcastic introduction, the older regulars of the bar probably believing it word for word.

First they played “Snap Out of It”, Juyeon’s voice sounded unreal, with it’s highlights being the lower tone and accent, Hyunjae and Eric complimenting him with their higher register backing vocals.

“I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake baby, snap out of it, I get the feeling I’ve left it to late but baby, snap out of it”

You couldn’t help but sing a long quietly, admittedly it was an amazing song, and made you feel a certain way that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. The way Juyeon looked as he performed it, swaying along to the beat at certain parts, his facial expressions he was truly a work of art, as most people thought.

The song came to a close, and the bar broke out into a small applause for the band as they began preparing for the next song.

“Hey.” You heard a voice next to you, looking up to see a boy with thin framed round glasses and beanie a large camera hung around his neck. “Are you (your name)?”

“I am, why do you ask?” You looked over suspiciously at the boy, who stared blankly back at me.

“Oh I’m Kevin, the band’s photographer.” He awkwardly held up the camera, “I’ve just heard your name going around the past few weeks from someone in particular.”

“Juyeon or Eric?” You sighed in frustration looking the boys messing around with their band equipment on stage.

“Well both, but I’d say Juyeon may have developed some sort of infatuation with you.” He spoke awkwardly as if he was keeping many secrets in his bank of overheard information.

“Well? Spill then.” You spoke abruptly, wanting to grasp more information from the boy who seemed to more than he should.

“A man never tells another man’s secrets. But he doesn’t have any bad intentions, I guess what I do know about Juyeon, he has a very addictive personality, he sees or finds something he likes and he wants it, badly.” Kevin spoke minimally trying to reassure you as much as he could without disturbing Juyeon’s privacy

All of a sudden the guitar chords began again as another song was about to be played, Juyeon’s lips that were sealed around a cigarette now closing in on the mic.

“This next song is dedicated to someone special, it’s so thing we’re working on to be released very soon. This is “Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” As the words fell from his lips your stomach dropped, remembering the conversation from last week, he’d used it for a song? You were halfway between being outraged and startled by the sudden announcement.

The song had a beautiful baseline but questionable lyrics about Juyeon’s desire for you but his habits seem to get in the way.

“Now it’s 3 in the morning and I’m tryna change your mind left you multiple missed calls and to my message you replied ‘Why’d you only call me when you’re high?’”

It was such a good song, but you couldn’t look past the fact he’d written a song about you? Did he really find you that infatuating? And the answer was yes, yes he did.

For the moment he laid his eyes on you, the words were already in the notepad as he smoked up and drank next to a grand piano. His brain couldn’t shake the image of you, he was jealous someone else had their eyes on you, since he thought Eric had. He had to do something chivalrous that would one up Eric’s advances. At least that’s how his brain thought of things.

The words in the pad read those from ones of a famous poem “I wanna be yours.”

(Switch song - I wanna be yours , Arctic Monkeys )

Which was the next song to play, a mellow song with a low sultry guitar and bass.

“Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought, Baby I just wanna be yours.”

Juyeon sang the lyrics looking up at you every now and then, singing lyrics of desire and deep devotion that melted the ice he’d formed around your heart. It was a deeply romantic act that made him more attractive than he was already. Something that no man in the right mind would do as a practical joke, he meant every word of that song.

“Thank you for listening tonight, Kingsley. We’ve been the boyz.” Juyeon closed the set, leaving the stage and grabbing his drink from the side.

Shortly after disappearing from the side of the stage, you felt a hand grasp you. Juyeon seemed as if he’d ran up the stairs to see you, sweeping you into his arms.

“What did you think of the set darling?” He asked a hopeful glint lighting his eyes like a golden retriever, contrasting his usual seductive and enticing nature,

“I can’t tell if I want to kill you or kiss you.” You looked back up at him with a look of affection, admiration and also nerves.

“Do both, I don’t care. I just wanna be yours. ” His eyes dilated in deep feelings of love clouding every ounce of devilish charm he normally he has.

Soon returning as you pulled him into a passionate kiss in a more secluded area, by his collar melting him as he took control of the kiss, forcing you to surrender to love, lust and all in between.

He’d won and it would be hard for an upset observer, to accept that as they went back into the shadows of the night.

a/n: hello my daisies!! IM BACKKK AGAHWGW, no one can get rid of me, hope you enjoyed this imagine as much as i enjoyed writing it!! i will now be sleeping as I stayed up this late to finish it 😩🤍

[winfleure]

i'm having sm muse to rp but i slowly wanna get back into the swing of writing again! i’m a 25+F tumblr/discord rper currently interested in mxm, fxf & mxf (but it's muse dependent) potentially dark, mature rps on D*SCORD only!

tbh since im getting back to the swing of rping, i’m smutfishing & ship/facechasing rn to get my muse going! sawry yall TT but! if ur still interested, read below!

feel free to LIKE/REPLY to this post and i'll come to you or you can dm me on here / discord (eboyzoro) to plot!!

ABT ME !

i’m VI ! twenty5+ & s/her ! i’m looking for twenty1+ (prefer twenty3+) rpers on DISCORD (eboyzoro) ! i prefer chatting / being friends ooc as i’m a yapper (obvs we don’t need to talk 24/7 but my muse / interest dies down if there’s dry/short responses sawry yall TT) ! headcanons, character development and worldbuilding is also highly encouraged!! activity is low maintenance / low activity (hours to weeks) so it's usually snail mail on my end bc life responsibilities & general neurodivergency! my writing style is rapidfire/lazy lit to adv lit (novella is energy dependent), present/past tense & 3rd person, i can volley back & forth but it’s energy dependent, my wc range is 50-300+ words. i have original characters & i'm open to canons & crossovers. check my pinned for no-gos!

PLOT IDEAS I WANT TO DO RN:

* if applicable, age gaps should be legal!

tutor/babysitter x tutee/babysat child all grown up!

best friend’s relative x sibling’s best friend (ex. best friend’s brother x sibling’s best guy friend, best friend’s mother x sibling’s best girl friend, etc.)

stalker/killer x celebrity

uni teacher x student/ta

toxic dynamic!! like on & off, flirting w/ others, hatesex, cheating?? but we can see!! obviously not all bad, like there's good moments too but i want angst hehe

anything supernatural/fantasy based

also i'm fine of any dynamic (strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, etc. but i'm always down for any plot (dark or light themed) that features a enemies/rivals to lovers dynamic)

FACES I WANT TO RP AS/AGAINST:

ariana grande (open to rping as / against this face — fxf & mxf, bottom position for women, bottom/versatile position with men)

bts jungkook (open to rping as / against this face — mxm, bottom position)

mackenyu (open to rping as / against this face — mxm, bottom position)

txt hueningkai (open to rping as / against this face — mxm, bottom position)

madison beer (open to rping as / against this face — fxf, top position)

SHIP/FACECHASING HERE: i'd personally luv to rp these pairings but this isnt a dealbreaker for me if you'd rather play the opp fc or someone entirely different!! like tbh, i'm just happy to rp w/ and/or against the fcs above !! italics + bold is who i’m interested to play !! face 1 / face 2 / etc. = face alts. for the ship

lsfrm chaewon / aespa karina x ariana grande

kim soyeon & lim jiyeon x ariana grande (2 tops vs 1 bottom! polyam!)

rhea ripley x ariana grande

svt jeonghan / bts jimin / mx kihyun / tbz chanhee / nct jisung x ariana grande

ruby cruz / jung hoyeon / seol in ah x ariana grande

ariana grande x bts jungkook (she's a top dom, pegging themes!)

xolo mariduena / colin ford / jacob elordi / kedar williams sterling / alex fitzalan / tbz juyeon x bts jungkook

drew starkey / jacob anderson / alex fitzalan / taz skylar / jacob romero / tbz kevin x mackenyu

nct jisung / tbz sunwoo / xdh jooyeon / enha jake x txt hueningkai

madison beer x ariana grande

madison beer x itzy yeji

madison beer x megan thee stallion / mimi keene

madison beer x zaria

[jeongjaebae]

fic summary 2k22

ayeee so it's that time of year again!! i know i haven't posted much in 2022 (like... just a handful of fics oops) but i still hit a decent word count and made significant progress on long fic wips!

so yeahhh here's my 2022 fic summary which is... basically a chance to introduce my wips LOL

Total word count written: 89,033

Total word count published: 33,243

Fandoms written: tbz and svt

1. Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or what you predicted?

a bit less!! it's about half as much as i wrote last year (which was a whooping 150k word count LMAO), but this range is already more than the average for me in any given year so it's not too bad. in terms of what i POSTED though... i have no excuse for that 😅 most of my word count is from wips/ideas so i didn't have any finished content to post

2. What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

last january i definitely didn't know i would write for svt!! i kind of had a feeling that deobiblr was already dying at the time, and that's around when i started watching going seventeen to get into them... but yeah didn't know i'd slip so deep into the carat life (blaming you, kim mingyu 😒)

3. What’s your own favourite story of the year?

it's a time loop au wip that i've written about 19k so far!! where our mc is stuck in a loop trying to change their fate of unrequited love by meeting [boy group member] first before his current gf does. so mc tries to alter events and change the course of fate all while trying to figure out a way to leave the loop

4. Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

uhHHhhH the time loop au i suppose is a risk in itself... bc like... plotting it has been a complete pain when you're trying to consider multiple reruns of the same timeline. every detail has to be in the right place so that when the mc's actions change, we can directly see how that affects the events in the timeline

also writing domestic fluff like i did in best boy... can't say i enjoyed it but it was a good challenge!!

5. Do you have any fanfic goals for the new year?

post the damn hyunjae e2l already 💀 (takes one to know one)

From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year:

the time loop au ahahaha but if we're talking posted fic then the whole truth!! it has a bit of everything: decent flow and sentence structures, some important themes, tiny bit of humour, and gotta love f2l ju

My most popular story of this year:

the whole truth!! i reread this kind of recently and think it really is my best in terms of flow and sentence structure. also i really haven't posted anything else so.... yeah 😶

Most fun story to write:

hmm besides my two biggest wips i'd say it's this jogging au i wrote back in april!! where mc gets roped into a jogging date with [cute dating app boy] despite hating all kinds of exercise. it's definitely the typical jeongjaebae style of humour, secondhand embarrassment, and fluff. very fun to write and has me laughing every time i reread it LMAO

Story with the single sexiest moment:

probably the whole truth, the scene where they're making out in juyeon's room LMAO. srry i have no other contributions this year. BUT!!! my e2l wip has the full and extended scene from want so that's something to look forward to 👀

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:

best boy. maybe it's not terrible but idk i haven't touched it since writing it bc i hate it 🤡 domestic fluff is... not my cup of tea. i suppose it was a good writing challenge tho. maaaaybe i'll write it one day but... needs a bit more practice

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:

hmm maybe 1 plus 1? writing it made me obsessed with the (og) guy in it and he shot way up my bias list. and like. i'm still in that phase rn LOL

Hardest story to write:

oh boy it's deffs the time loop au. still stuck on the plot tbh? there's just so much planning and then... the thought of it reaching 50k or something... makes me tired OTL. it's exciting to think about but at the same time, there are way too many details i still have to write. it's a bit of a struggle

Biggest surprise:

surprise surprise who knew i would be writing for svt?!? and the one piece of angst that i wrote: all that we are

Most unintentionally telling story:

let's go with the whole truth. i loved some of the concepts and moral lessons in there, like how we're not made to be someone else's object of desire. why should we exist to be beautiful to others? and the other part about how love is deeper than what an app can tell us.

Favourite opening lines:

ehh nothing i particularly like but here we go

[better than the movies]

the most relatable sentence

If your life was a movie, at this moment, you’d be that introvert at a party.

[jogging date wip]

ahh.... relatable once again. the opening here sets the tone perfectly

"Yeah, of course. A jogging date sounds perfect." That was the moment you knew you fucked up.

Favourite closing lines:

nothing will beat this is how we fall but here are some that i like

[takes one to know one]

this actually isn't at the veryyy end of my wip rn but will probably change it and make it the actual ending later bc it's so fitting!! potential spoiler i guess but not really bc we all knew what was coming right?

When he pulls back and you see the fondness in his eyes, you realize that maybe the two of you aren't so different. He may have been an asshole, but you'd pretty much been one too. You were insanely competitive but only so that you could match up to his level. And even though it took a while for you to understand your feelings for him, now you know that he's felt the same way all along. Indeed, the two of you are more similar than you think. But then again, it takes one to know one.

[the whole truth]

they went through so much and this wrapped it up nicely. the silence especially is a powerful symbol here

When Juyeon takes the final step and crosses into your range this time, the silence is something you’ve never been happier to hear.

Favourite lines from anywhere:

[the whole truth]

important life lessons 101. if someone doesn't like you that's their problem not yours LOL. why should it be your job to be likeable?

"It’s not embarrassing to not be loved back. Painful, yes, but not something to be ashamed of. You weren’t put on this world just to become someone else’s object of desire, okay?"

[time loop au wip]

not quite closing lines but could kind of be similar to that

The two of you don't talk about, but it's all too evident anyway. It's evident when you lean into him as the night gets colder, head against the crook of his shoulder, and then in the way he shifts so that his lips meet yours. It's evident in the way he kisses you, with the sweetest of a first kiss, the bitterness of a last kiss, and the constancy of making the same choice in every loop, every timeline, every lifetime.

Scenes from anywhere you would have choose to have illustrated:

for the sake of referencing posted fics, i would say the ending of redo where they're on the bench under the mistletoe!

(in terms of wips: time loop au where y/n and [redacted] are watching fireworks from homecoming week!!)

New year’s resolutions:

finish and post that damn hyunjae e2l already OTL. and like... probably finish the time loop au if possible

Word Count Totals

Total finished, posted fic: 33,243

Longest posted fic:  the whole truth ~14.2k

Longest wip: hyunjae e2l is sitting at 25k still... and time loop au at 19k... 🥲

Total number of words written: 89,033

[sungbeam]

YOU CAN’T SAY THAT THE CHANGMIN THEME WAS A COMPROMISE IF YOU LIT RALLY SAID THAT YOU LOVED HIM LIKE 2 SECONDS AGO-

But yes omg the fact that the top 3 songs are back to back like PHEW let me BREATHE- the “perfect sculptureeee” PART GETS ME SO HARD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY LIKE 🤣🤣🤣😐 again, Sunwoo’s voice is so absolutely like, like, like, addictive like you KNOW a song is gonna slap if Sunwoo starts it off 😩🙏

JACOB AND NEW’S VOCALS WERE ESPECIALLY GOOD THROUGHOUT THIS ALBUM LIKE YAS FINALLY GETTING THE LINES THEY DESERVE

I hope the first fic will come to fruition by the end of the summer but tbh no promises 😭💔 and gasp, once the fic drops,,, 🌷 anon reveal 😱

AND YEAH CHANGMIN DOES GIVE TARGET VIBES, I’LL SPEAK THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH

For a tbz target au tho…

Sangyeon - Merchandise manager

Jacob - Assistant manager

Younghoon - Technology

Hyunjae - Cash, will be the new “Alex from target”

Juyeon - Produce

Kevin - Garden nursery

Chanhee - Cash but monitors the self-checkout cause he just gets to stand around but he CAN and WILL body check someone if needed

Changmin - Cash (wbk-)

Haknyeon - The starbucks barista EHHHFHHHD

Sunwoo - asset protection, but he watches from the camera room so he’s just always chilling

Eric - asset protection but works on the floor and he feels like a little spy (from what I heard at least, asset protection ppl walk around the store dressed like a customer and make sure that no one is stealing to avoid shrinkage KEMFTKOCS CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG THO)

ALSO APPARENTLY THE BOYZ ARE ALREADY PREPARING FOR A NEW CB?? LIKE JEEZ NO CHILL DFUNRUND

- xoxo, 🌷 anon

IT IS A COMPROMISE HUSH

i need to listen to it again and istg i will but yes so true to all of the above 😭😭😭😭 OMG FIRST FIC MANIFESTING BY END OF THE SUMMER 👀✨🥂 I WILL DEFFO LOOK FORWARD TO IT !!! take ur time tho ofc, it takes some guts to post stuff here (_ _;) but im super excited :')) but no matter what i'll still love ya 🌷!

OMG THE WHOLE TARGET EMPLOYMENT LIST 💀💀💀💀 NO CUZ SANGYEON HAS TO BE THE MANAGER THERES NO OTHER PLACE FOR HIM TO BE AKCNKDNCJD

i like that u think i know more abt this than u do LMAO 💀😭 i will simply nod and smile :DDD

HYUNJAE AS THE NEW ALEX FROM TARGET BAHAHAHHAHAHA i used to have a friend of a friend who worked at target and my friend would always say we should swing by and see if he was working and bother him 💀💀 low-key this would be such a chaotic smau if it ever came into fruition omg

OK BUT KEV IN THE GARDEN NURSERY HOW ADORABLE I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HIM SM HE'D BE PERFECT FOR IT—

omg frfr like No CHILL AND THEYRE LIKE ON TOUR TOO???? NO WAY YK LIKE IST ENT BETTER GIVE THEM A DAMN BREAK FOR MAKING SUVH MONEY MOVES LATELY (´Д⊂ヽ

😚😚😚 lots of love 🌷! <3

[isitthemoon]

In honor of Speak Now (Taylor's Version), new mobile theme 💜✨️

[hyungseos-cafe]

dora :((( oh my goodness thank you so much for reading 'the thought of you' 🥺 i initially wrote this series on a different blog, but i decided to bring it back and expand so i included all the members!

thank you so much for your feedback! i means so much to me omg 🤧

omg yes! i was also initially really intimidated by sangyeon when i first was introduced to him! but i soon found out how much of a softie he is haha

i'm so glad you caught on to that detail!! i based jacob's chapter off 'safe place' and 'i belong' because i always felt he was someone i could turn to when i need to just be myself without holding back.

younghoon's was maybe a little self-indulgent haha and i would love to work at a bookstore. he doesn't remind me of a puppy for nothing haha he would be just a few steps behind you!

hyunjae's was so much fun to write because i can imagine how much darong would adore you. like hyunjae is his literal owner, but when you're around, he suddenly forgets hyunjae exists

juyeon's honestly hurt a little bit haha but i wanted to write more about how i see his personality rather than just about his looks (not that it's a bad thing if you do) but juyeon is just a soft boi and i adore him

ahh yes, kevin, the boy that has such an obvious crush on you that even the entire neighborhood knew. it feels somewhat more small town when the entire neighborhood knows haha shows how much they're rooting for him

anytime i write about chanhee, the enemies to lovers trope never leaves my mind haha. again, it feels more small town when the restaurant knows.

ahh yes another detail i'm so glad you caught onto! i always imagine changmin being in some sort of animated world and studio ghibli just fits him so well!

haha haknyeon's was so fun to write! literally the office theme song was running through my mind as i was drafting out his chapter! he should watch over his shoulders 24/7 because you always have something up your sleeve.

with sunwoo's i thought adding the knowledge personal preferences adds something to his personality. like it just shows how well he pays attention despite his little pranks

eeee eric's was again a little self-indulgent because i can imagine the reason why his shop got so much business is because of his mad marketing skills haha

but thank you so much for taking the time to read this series and offering your thoughts! this means so much to me 🥰

Pairing: TBZ x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Mentions of food

Word Count: 2,046 total

Release date: Monday June 19th

Update Schedule: Every Monday (:

Summary: Follow along on a series in which the members reminisce the beautiful memories they once held of you, a beautiful memory

Chapters:

The Smitten One | Comfort Box

The classmate | Darong

Sleepless Nights | The Best Friend

The Enemy | The Boy on the Train

The Cubicle Neighbor | The Other Half

The Smooth ie Dealer

Taglist: @uwu0clock @seohwang

[woobly]

MY FIRST AND LAST . . . 이주연 !

PAIRING. secretary! juyeon x gn! reader GENRE. fluff, ceo ish au, implied childhood friends to lovers WARNINGS. none, kinda corny but when was i never WORD COUNT. 1k words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. for @svhnflwr’s next steps collab! the prompt i chose is being their plus one at an event. pls do check out the works by the other writers in the collab! i tried to make this follow the theme but my dumb ass matched it w/ a conflicting genre so i hope it still works 😭

“AND SHE STEPPED ON THE BALL!”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

You chuckled as you stretched your cheeks into your nth smile of the night.

“They’re not going to stop bickering, are they,” you whispered as you tilted your body sideways, closer to Juyeon, who was seated to your right on the banquet table.

“No, I don’t think so, Ma’am,” he chuckled.

You turned your head slowly towards him, who was still watching your father’s friends tease each other. This wasn't the first time he addressed you formally in a place where he didn't have to. “Ju,”

Ripping his eyes off the other guests, he returned your gaze and took your hand from under the table. “Sorry. Old habits,” he smiled shyly, causing you to smile as well. 

With your other arm, you straightened your back a little to place your elbow upright on the table and your chin on your open hand. “Old habits? Wouldn’t that refer to all those nicknames you called me back in high school?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and squinted his eyes while looking upwards as if he was thinking. “Technically, we’re at work, so I can’t just do that,”

“But this is a Christmas party,”

“A formal Christmas party for your father’s company that he is also hosting. The first one, might I add,” he corrected you.

You give up, sighing and pouting as you lightly squeeze his hand. Feeling the lack of sleep begin to sink in your body, you yawn as you turn your head so that your left ear is on your palm.

“Did you not sleep well last night?” Juyeon asked, voice laced with concern, as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“After you fell asleep first on FaceTime, I stayed up for maybe another hour, so yeah, I slept well. For about three hours,” When you hear him sigh, you lightly chuckle and give him a lazy smile.

“We can leave right now. Only the dancing is left anyway, and I’m sure your father won’t mind,”

“Everyone’s still here, and you already want to leave?” He squeezes your hand and looks at you with a face that says ‘you know what I mean’. You chuckle again, quickly gracing your eyes over his suit and tie that accentuates his shoulders well. “Not when I put effort into picking a tux and styling your hair, you’re not,”

“I think I’ve had this on long enough,”

“No, I wanna see you like this longer,” you pouted, making him chuckle and look away. Even if you two have been friends ever since who knows when, things like still make him flustered, especially because it’s you.

Yawning once again, you slightly turned your body towards Juyeon and placed your arm on the table so that you could put your head on it like a pillow. Watching you get more comfortable in your new position, Juyeon mirrors what you were doing and did the same.

As time ticked by, your eyes were finally beginning to droop even with the loud music blaring. However, before your fatigue could get the best of you, Juyeon started playing with your fingers. Eyes opening lazily, you chuckle once you see how focused he was on your numbing fingers.

“You know what, let’s dance,” you announced, slowly getting up from your seat.

“I thought you were tired,”

“Yeah, but when did we ever actually dance at a party like this? We didn’t even dance during prom ‘cause we were a bunch of awkward teenagers,”

Finally getting convinced, Juyeon stands up and drags you toward the dance floor, where majority of the attendees have gone. 

“May I have this dance?” He placed his hand out in front of you, and you take it while miserably failing to hid your growing smile. He spins you around before placing his hands on your waist, to which you place yours over his shoulders.

From an outside perspective, you looked like you were in your own little bubble as if you were the only people present in the large hall. And in some ways, things did feel like that with Juyeon. Even if you were now both working adults, looking at him brings you back to when you used to walk each other to class, both in high school and college. Looking at him makes you feel like a child again, when the two of you would spend afternoons in the playground, free of all care and worry.

But at the same time, seeing him as he is now, especially in this moment with only the fairy lights shining on his features, will always be a new experience for you.  He’s no longer just the guy who followed you around school like a cat or your secretary in your father’s company. He’s standing before you as the man who you’ve entrusted your entire heart to, which you perhaps didn’t even realize you did until only recently.

And of course, he feels the same about you. Even if he’s seen you in your most embarrassing times, he still thinks that you are the definition of beauty in human form, that when you open the dictionary and look for the word ‘beauty’, there would be a photo of you under it. Although he spent months on end debating whether he should keep his feelings to himself and simply watch you from a step away or just come out with it and hopefully be the person who holds your hand while you both grew older together, he’s extremely glad he took the leap and did it.

Because in this moment, despite the loud music and energetic crowd, you feel safe and at peace.

Or maybe it was just your exhaustion taking over your body once again as you leaned on him while swaying together slowly, not caring about the eyes looking your way.

Whatever the case, you knew that despite all this time, you’re more than happy to continue your intertwined paths full of new firsts together with Juyeon, your first and hopefully, your last as well.

© woobly, 2022. all rights reserved.

[cheegu3]

In TBZ who’d be the most aggressive as yandere?? And most manipulative?

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, manhandling, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex and cheating

(posting some drafts this week)

oohhh okay, warning that I get wayyy too into it and write almost a whole fic of this lol, I think;

MOST

Changmin / Q

Sunwoo

Sangyeon

Hyunjae / Jaehyun

Haknyeon

Eric

Juyeon

Kevin

Younghoon

Chanhee / New

Jacob

LEAST

(explanations + MTL manipulative under the cut)

Changmin - Eric

These first three very often get aggressive, as their patience can run out super quickly and they go from 0 - 100, fast asf !! Not afraid to manhandle you or restrain you if you try to run away during an argument or try to hit them for example,

Juyeon - Jacob

Prefer not to, but again will if they feel like they absolutely have to; like in instances where you threaten the relationship, talking about running away or calling the police on them. They like to think they're quite level-headed, which is even more frustrating and terrifying because if you scream at them they'll just try to look at you as blankly as they can (while screaming on the inside)

For manipulation it would look closer to this;

MOST

Hyunjae / Jaehyun

Jacob

Haknyeon

Chanhee / New

Changmin / Q

Sangyeon

Sunwoo

Younghoon

Eric

Juyeon

Kevin

LEAST

Jaehyun, Jacob & Haknyeon

Skilled at manipulation. Know exactly how to pull your strings and in the end come out on top; looking quite innocent, or even sometimes heroic while doing it too. The more you keep resisting them, the crazier you'll start to feel as the lines between reality and imagination become a lot blurrier.

They might drug you, hire people to follow you or send you letters that make you paranoid. But cruelly when you point them out once they finally show up when your boyfriend's near, he claims that he can't see the person you're pointing out.

Chanhee - Sunwoo

If you have insecurities, they'll play at these. I feel like Sunwoo for example, might threaten to sleep with other people if you get on his nerves. If you do something that really pisses him off, he'll go through with it and make you watch or go home telling you all the details.

Chanhee subtly breaks down your confidence very slowly, to the point it's almost not noticeable. One day you wake up and hate the way you look, not remembering all the times he made small comments or complimented other women in front of you.

Changmin and Sangyeon are quite good at playing the victim and flipping the roles, making you feel bad instead when needed. They know your deepest darkest secrets and use them all against you. Like the idea of convincing you that your friends hate you too.

Younghoon - Kevin

Not only, not the '' best '' but they also don't like it very much. For them, being transparent; honest and open about their feelings, is very important. It can also be pretty hard for them to manipulate overall since they are super passionate, and at times intense when it comes to their love for you - if they then had to ex, get into your head that they didn't like you, making you feel rejected and start to come to them for affection - they'd 100% fail almost the first day, like it's crawling under their skin when they would try something like that.

[leedosbunnyboy]

Juyeon; Until The World Collapses Around Us

Table of Contents | Chapter 2

(Warnings: cursing, apocalyptic themes, mentions of blood and death, Juyeon's younger brother is called Kihyun in this, and this chapter follows Juyeon.)

The dark haired man awoke from his slumber to what he thought was just another day. Little did he know today was anything but normal.

He did his regular routine. Get up, brush his teeth, take a shower, do his hair, and then get ready for his day.

As he was trying to find his shower playlist he completely disregarded the emergency warning he received. Opting to just play "Montero" and cleanse himself in the shower.

As Juyeon happily sang along to the lyrics, he remained completely oblivious to the many incoming calls he was receiving. One from his mother, another from his father, yet another one from his younger brother, and so many more, but it's not they were answered, completely drowned out by Juyeon's loud music.

By the time he finished and finally checked his phone, he saw over 120 missed calls from his family all in the past 15 minutes. Confusion and concern both overtook his brain and he went through multiple possibles as to why his family would be so desperate to contact him, especially after what happened between them.

"Is today something important? Did I forget someone's birthday?!" Juyeon struggled to find a conclusion and simply decided to just call his mother back...

Only to be met with a voicemail.

"Oh come on! Dont tell me she's still mad." Juyeon huffed and tried again. Only to be met with the same result.

"Maybe dad will pick up." He reasoned and called his father. Only to yet again be greeted by voicemail.

"The fuck?! I swear if Kihyun doesn't pick up. I'm gonna be late to work." He whined and tried to call his brother. Only to find himself met with another voicemail.

"What do they want anyways?!" Juyeon yelled out to no one in particular, and went through the voicemails his family left in his inbox.

He scrolled for a bit before finding the first one and clicked on it to listen.

"Juyeon, please pick up! I don't know what's going on, but there's these things. I don't what they are or what they want but it's definitely not good!" Juyeon's mother desperately pleaded throughout the call.

"The fuck?" Juyeon stared at his phone for a sec before playing the second one from his father.

"Juyeon, son, I dont know if you're experiencing the same thing, but these monsters are everywhere! They're killing people off the street! Oh God! They got Ms. Park!" Juyeon's ears perked up the mention of the name.

Ms. Park was the kind lady who was their neighbor for all of Juyeon's life. She was so sweet and would always give him and his brother candy. She would also praise Juyeon's looks and would always talk about how he would be such a "lady's man." Even after Juyeon moved out, she would still call him on occasion and ask if he had a girlfriend yet. "Geuss they never told her." He would think whenever she did bring up the topic. But what was his dad talking about?! Monsters? And they got Ms. Park? What in the world does that mean?!

"Hyung please, I know you're probably still mad. But just listen, stay safe and we all love you. Oh God! They got inside-!" His brother's cryptic words cut off before Juyeon could take any of them in.

"Juyeon sweetie. I'm so sorry for what happened. Just know, I love you with all my heart!" His mother's words were cut off by the sound of her terrified screams followed by the sound of crunching.

"Son, I'm sorry for what we did. I love you son." His dad said before assumably meeting the same fate as his mother and son.

"What the hell are they talking about?! It isn't even April, why are they playing like this?!" Juyeon struggled to get his own words out as he felt tears forming in his eyes at his family's words.

He immeadiatly went to the nearest news articles and discovered exactly what he was dreading most.

《ALL AROUND THE COUNTRY, HOSTILE MONSTERS ARE OVERTAKING AND KILLING PEOPLE! LOCK AND BARRICADE ALL ENTRANCES AND STAY SAFE! MORE NEWS AS WE LEARN MORE ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING!》

Juyeon scrolled through the website and found plenty of photos and videos of these creatures killing and brutalizing people and he realized that his family must've met the same fate.

Juyeon's vision grew blurry as tears flooded his eyes and he collapsed to the ground.

He didn't get much time to grieve as his window was broken by a strange red tentacle.

Juyeon backed up in fear as a head full of eyes peered in through the now broken window. Slowly craning its neck as if it was searching got something. It kept a calm and steady composure, until its many eyes landed upon Juyeon's cowering figure.

It immediately charged in and made a mad dash towards the fearful man. Juyeon scooted away just in time for it to slam its head straight into the dry wall, momentarily stunning it as it struggled to remove its head from the wall.

Juyeon took advantage of its current vulnerability and as soon as it dislodged its head, he struck it with the toilet tank lid. The creature let out a horrific squeal as the lid cracked over its skull. It was bleeding heavily, but was definitely not dead, if anything, it was just angrier.

It charged towards Juyeon with newfound rage, but it was still groggy from the previous head trauma, so its movements were slower than usual. Using this to his advantage, Juyeon played a deadly game of Matador and led the terrifying beast straight into his shower's glass door. Its head smashed through the door and then again into the wall. Fortunately, a particularly large fragment of glass fell perfectly to decapitate the monster. Juyeon thought it was quite ridiculous really, that the glass would fall at just the right angle and force and land perfectly on the thing's neck, but it's not like he's gonna complain about being saved.

Taking a minute to just lie on the floor and breathe, Juyeon mindlessly scrolled through his Instagram. Looking to see if his friends were alive only to see them getting brutalized on their stories or posts. He scrolled through his DMs to see if anyone was active, unfortunately, none of them had been active since 8:45 which is when he assumed this had all started.

He was about to lose hope before his eyes landed upon a small green dot beside a profile pic of a panda. As if his fingers had a mind of their own, they immeadiatly tapped upon the profile.

"(M/n) (L/n)

21

He/Him

Just trying to live life tbh."

(M/n) (L/n)? As in the (M/n) (L/n) from elementary school? Juyeon is suprised he even managed to remember the name.

Juyeon's fingers landed upon the most recent post.

It was incredibly simple, but precise. Just white words against a black background. "Is anyone alive out there?" It read.

Juyeon quickly liked the post and decided to leave a comment, but was interrupted by the all-too familiar screech of those creatures outside his window.

He had to get out of here...

And fast...

[ikigyu]

Forgive, Forget, Restart. | Lee Juyeon

He wanted to fix everything, and of course, in order to do that, he has 3 steps. Forgive, forget and restart.

PAIRINGS: ex! juyeon x fem ex! reader

THEMES: romance, very suggestive, ex au, college au, football player! juyeon

WARNINGS: making out, swearing, mentions of other the boyz members, mentions of cheating, alludes to sex, marking/juyeon giving you hickeys

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

REQUESTED: no

A/N: My first ever long fic and this is not proofread! English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any wrong grammar and stuff! feedbacks are always welcome and appreciated! hope you have fun reading ;)

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"Your older brother is hosting a party in your house," your best friend, Chanhee, stated before taking a sip from his Bubble Tea. You threw him a questioning look, "for what?" you asked, confused.

"Their football team won the game, you didn't know?" Chanhee said while chewing on his food, gasping at you about not knowing your brother's success.

"Oh wow, I didn't know,"

"Of course, you don't," the boy snorted before taking the burger in your hand, biting from it. "ever since you broke up with Juyeon, you were never updated about their team,"

"don't mention that name." you deadpanned the boy before stealing your burger in his hands, "I hate that name," you muttered under your breath and it seemed like Chanhee didn't hear it so he just shrugged it off, humming in return.

You both continued eating, waiting for the bell to ring and for your class to start.

"One question," you halted your actions before glancing at Chanhee, waiting for him to continue what he was gonna say. "Does that mean... he'll be going to?" he continued. upon hearing that, your eyes widened.

Uh oh.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

You slumped down on your couch after you've arrived home. Noticing no one was there, only the maids doing their jobs, you figured that your brothers are probably not home yet.

Heading straight to the kitchen, you took out a bottle of water from the fridge before drinking from it. Sighing, you returned the bottle inside the fridge as you walked towards the glass window near you.

Your eyes scanned the front yard filled with flowers and grass, not to mention, the huge swimming pool laid there under the sun, making the water reflect the light towards your face.

"Tomorrow, this place will be filled with people, including someone you don't wanna see,"

you broke out of your trance as you jumped at the sudden voice near you. turning around, you were greeted by your younger brother, Eric. You let out a sigh, calming yourself down before throwing the boy a smile.

"Yeah, can't believe Changmin didn't tell me that he'll throw a party without my permission," you rolled your eyes, turning around again to look outside. Eric laughed at you before patting your shoulder.

"He tried to tell you, but you never listened,"

"He sided with that guy after knowing we broke up, and you expect me to listen to him?" you spat out, sarcasm very evident in your voice. Eric retreated his hand from your shoulder before pursing his lips, forming a thin line, not knowing what to reply to what you said. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"But I don't know, maybe Hyung did it for a reason?"

"And what could that reason even be?"

"Ask him yourself—"

Eric was cut off by the sound of the doorbell, making both of your heads turn towards the direction of the sound. You immediately looked took a glance towards the window, your eyes widening at the sight. Stood there in front of the door, 5 boys, some of them are faces that's slightly familiar to you and of course, two of them are very familiar.

"Oh shit, tell Changmin I'm not home yet, gotta go," you said before rushing towards your room upstairs, not even waiting for Eric to speak up as you closed the door behind as fast as you could. "Why are they here?" you felt the adrenaline rush to your cheeks as you let out uneven breaths from the run.

Walking your way towards your bed, you sat on the edge as your shoulders slumped down. You let out a groan of annoyance as you fell on your back, your body coming in contact with the soft mattress beneath you.

Gripping on the sheets, it felt familiar. You remembered that one night where he made you feel like you were the only person he loved— your eyes widened at those thoughts. you sat up immediately, slapping yourself lightly, shaking off those memories out of your head.

A sudden voice coming from downstairs made you stop your actions.

"Where's Y/N?" A deep voice asked, to which you guessed was the voice of your older brother, Changmin. But the next voice that spoke up just caught your attention.

"Y/N is here?"

The way his voice sounded so soft and calm, you couldn't help but feel things.

You slowly went towards the door, tiptoeing quietly as you reached for the doorknob, locking it. You leaned your ear towards the door as you waited for Eric's response.

"Uh, well, she's not home yet... she's in the library, with chanhee," Eric explained. you could feel the shake in his voice but thank god, it didn't show that much. Nice one, Little bro. After he said that, you didn't hear any more questions from the two.

Hours have passed and you thought that they finally left so you figured to go out to have some water. You unlocked the door, turning the knob as you pulled it open. You looked around to see if the coast is clear, to your luck, it was.

Sighing in relief, you went down the stairs as you head straight to the kitchen. You opened the fridge as you took the bottle of water that you drank from earlier, drinking from it once again. Until...

"Y/N?"

You nearly spat all the water inside your mouth after hearing that voice. He's still here?! Eyes wide, you immediately turn around, only to be greeted by an expressionless boy. Well, he wasn't entirely expressionless, you just couldn't tell the expression on his face. Upset? Happy? or maybe, I don't know, sad? But those thoughts were shaken off when he suddenly spoke up.

"I never saw you enter the house, when did you arrive?" he asked, looking back at the front door and then back to you again. You felt your hand form a fist, you didn't know the reason, you just felt like it. Or maybe, you do know.

It was the fact that he was talking to you so casually like nothing happened a month ago.

"Why do you care?" you said it in a somewhat low voice, in which the hint of annoyance was very visible. You walked away, shoulders bumping to each other rather harshly which made Juyeon scrunch his face in pain. You head straight to your room, not even taking one glance at the boy.

You closed your door immediately as you leaned your back on it, staring off to space. Seeing him that close again just brought back memories that you don't want to remember. You felt your heartbeat increase... you couldn't understand what this feeling is. Anger? Hatred? or perhaps... you miss him? but no, that can't happen.

I mean, whether you admit it or not, you do miss him— well, at least 1 percent of your heart does. But who knows.

You glanced at the clock on your wall, the time stated there was 6:34. "It's almost dinner," you mumbled under your breath, talking to yourself. Knowing he's still down there, you knew you wouldn't be stepping out of your room for now. "Guess I won't be having dinner tonight."

You walked towards your bed, lying on your back as you stared up at the ceiling.

Do I miss him? or Do I still hate him?

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to take those thoughts off your mind, and without even noticing, you fell asleep.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

You didn't have a great morning today.

You had a little bad encounter with your brother this morning and for some reason, it affected your day. He started telling you how you should forgive Juyeon but it just made your blood boil.

You stomped your way towards your classroom, pushing the door open as your eyes looked for Chanhee. After spotting him, you strode in his direction, slumping all your things on the desk before sitting beside him.

The said boy blinked continuously at you, you could see from his eyes that he was asking you; girl, who hurt you today?

you groaned annoyed as you flopped your head on the desk, creating a small thud that was only heard by a few students in the room. Chanhee could only look at you in disbelief, "Okay, what did you do?" he asked, crossing his arms as he stared at you.

"Changmin told me that I should forgive him and now, My mood is ruined," you raised your head but not fully, as you replied to the boy before slumping your head on the desk once again.

"Well, I guess Changmin is a dumbass then,"

You raised your head fully as you laughed at his response, "I know right? What's he thinking? Me, forgiving the person who literally made me believe I was loved?" you scoffed as you shook your head in disagreement, "Can't imagine."

At the same time, the professor finally arrived. You were quietly thanking god that Juyeon wasn't in this class, 'cause if he was, you'd definitely go crazy.

Time passed by so fast, the class was over.

You stood up from your seat as you glanced at Chanhee, "What's your plan today?" you asked.

He shrugged in response. "There's a party, so I guess I'll just save my energy for later," he stated. You scrunched your face at the mention of the party, you were not excited at all.

"Okay then."

"What about you?"

"I don't have any classes anymore, guess I'll just save my energy for later too?" you said, to which he responded with a small 'okay'. You both left the room at the same time, bidding goodbye to each other as you both went in different directions.

You went to the library. The feeling of going home was definitely wasn't in your mind right now, knowing Changmin is there, probably decorating the house for the party, you just wanted to think about all he said.

So to think, you needed alone time with yourself.

It's been a month ever since you broke up with Juyeon, the reason was: you saw him with a girl and they kissed. You saw it clearly.

Knowing Juyeon is a playboy even before you dated, you thought you were just another girl he played and tell those shitty 'I love you' lies and made you feel loved.

But was it really like that? To think of it, you called it quits just the day after you saw them without even letting him explain— but then again, you saw it very clearly. they kissed. what is there to explain?

You were confused, you doubted your thoughts.

Both of your brothers gave you the time to think about forgiving Juyeon... but you just couldn't understand.

You suddenly heard a loud thud near you, making your head turn towards the direction of the noise. You peaked through the aisles of books as your eyes looked for the source of the sound, just to be greeted by a flustered Juyeon.

You were taken aback by his sudden appearance, confused as to why he's here. "What are you doing here?" you asked in a serious yet quiet tone.

The boy looked around before pointing at himself, "M-me?" he stuttered as he let out an awkward chuckle after seeing the frown in your face, scratching his nape in the process. "W-well, I'm here to read books," he said before reaching out a random book from the left aisle that had the topic about criminology.

You almost let out a small giggle but you contained yourself, "yeah right, you don't even read books about criminology nor do you even listen to that class," you scoffed as you crossed your arm.

"Heck, you don't even read books in general," you laughed.

Juyeon looked at you with an expression you haven't seen from him in ages, admiration. After realizing what you were doing, you stopped laughing as you cleared your throat, pretending that nothing happened.

"Don't you have anything to do?" you asked him as you fixed your posture, standing straight. He pursed his lips into a thin line.

"Y/N, about what happened a month ago—" he started. and when he was about to reach for your hand, you stepped back.

"No. I don't wanna hear it," you took your bag from the floor as you were about to leave but his hand caught your arm, making you turn back to face him.

"Let me explain—"

"It already happened Juyeon," you grimaced at the name that left your mouth, it felt foreign yet so familiar. But right now, you just wanted to leave and go lock yourself in your room. "We already ended, you could've done that when you had the chance a month ago—"

"But you never gave me that chance," he said, his expression changed into something more sad and gloomy. He was right. You never gave him the time to explain.

The atmosphere fell silent. Only the two of you staring into each other's eyes. Oh how you missed those eyes that held the whole universe, they were still the same. He could say the same for you.

But a sudden vibration from your pockets broke the eye contact. You fished out your phone from your pocket as you checked the caller ID, chanhee.

You looked back at Juyeon and back at your phone again. Will you let him go again? or Will you let him explain this time?

"I need to go," you showed no further hesitation as you immediately left the scene, leaving Juyeon standing there, the feeling of regret washing over him again.

The regret of not stopping you from leaving.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

You were now currently on your way home, the call from Chanhee was never answered. Your mind was flooded by the encounter with Juyeon earlier, you wanted him to explain, yet you were scared.

Scared for no reason.

Arriving at your house, you glanced at the time on your phone screen. 6:07 PM. How long have you been walking home? You were pretty sure a lot of people were here already, judging by the numbers of cars outside your gate. Including him.

You breathe in and gathered up all the courage as you pushed the door open, being greeted by loud music and the strong smell of alcohol made you scrunch your face. You tried to look for your best friend, Chanhee, but you couldn't see him.

As your eyes wandered around the area, you noticed some familiar faces that you always see in uni and some of them were not that familiar to you.

"Nice to see you here hottie," a random male came up to you as he looked you up and down, licking his lips before placing his hand on your back which weirded you out.

Before you could even wiggle yourself out of his grip, a familiar voice spoke up behind you.

"I know she's hot, but she's taken," the voice was deep that it almost sent shivers down your spine, and with that, he pulled you to him gently. "By me," with the look that he was sending the other guy, anyone would probably crumble in fear and that's exactly what happened.

The guy walked away, leaving you and Juyeon standing there, your back touching his side. you felt your heart pounded rapidly inside your chest, even almost thinking it would jump out of your rib cage because of the intensity of each beat.

You felt the heat rush up to your cheeks as you didn't move an inch, Juyeon's hand was still on your arm. It's been a while since you had any form of skin contact.

Before he could even speak up, you already left as you head straight to your room. But he couldn't just let you go again, so he followed behind you and before you could close the door, his hand stopped it.

You look at him wide-eyed, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm taking this chance to explain myself," he said in a calm voice, raising his tone a little because of the loud music. You didn't know what to say so you just let him in your room.

You sat on your bed as he did the same. A deafening silence filled the whole room, only the sound of loud muffled music can be heard downstairs, but it wasn't awkward.

In fact, it was the comfort type of silence.

You decided to break the silence, not knowing that's exactly what he was thinking too.

Both of you said in unison, making you both let out a chuckle. You gestured for him to continue what he was gonna say, and so he did.

"So-"

"I just-"

"First of all, I wanted to say sorry," he continued, lowering his head while he stares at his sweaty palms. You stayed quiet, staring at his side profile as you waited for him to proceed.

"Second, that kiss was an accident." He said, raising his head to look at your reaction. You were taken aback, you didn't know how to feel so you kept a straight face.

"Oh..." was the only thing you could reply with. Juyeon got your reaction as he sighed.

"Long story short, I was drunk, and that girl is one of my exes long before I dated you, then she suddenly kissed me out of the blue— but then I confronted her the next day after I was sober enough to remember what happened that night,"

He paused for a brief second before mumbling the next words.

"And then, you broke up with me."

Though it was low and quiet, it was loud enough for you to hear. This time, it was your turn to lower your head, so it was my fault all along, you mentally said to yourself.

"At first, I was confused, I was even close to thinking you were so sick of me that's why you did that, but then Changmin told me that you saw what happened that night."

"I'm sorry, Juyeon—"

"Don't say sorry, it wasn't your fault. I understand where you're coming from. Besides, If I were you, I would probably think the same."

"I know, but still—" you were once again cut off but this time, he placed his hand over yours, the familiar warmth of his skin, it was comforting. You missed it— To correct that, you missed him.

"Stop, Y/N, I forgive you for doing that... do you forgive me too?" he asked softly, to which you replied with a smile. A sincere one. A smile that you could only give him.

"Of course I do, thank you Juyeon."

"Oh and I also told Chanhee, your friend, about the accident after he suddenly cursed at me while I was passing by," he said as he laughed, his eyes forming a perfect shape of a crescent moon, one of the things you love about him. Without even noticing, you found yourself staring at him with eyes filled with admiration, how he looked at you earlier at the library, at the same time, your lips tugged into a smile.

"I guess that's the reason why he called me earlier," you chuckled.

Being here together right now, it was all that Juyeon wished for. Seeing your smile, you finally forgiving him, it was a dream come true.

As if he was bewitched by some sort of magic spell you cast, he slowly leaned forward towards you, his eyes fell on your lips before looking back at you, stopping mid-way.

"Is it okay?" he asked for permission. The way his face was so close to you right now, you could feel his breath hit your lips as you could smell the refreshing scent of his breath, it was pulling you closer.

Being the impatient girl you are, your hand found its way to his nape as you pulled him closer, your lips connecting together.

Both of your lips moved in sync as you straddled him, settling yourself on his lap before he rested his hands on your thighs, rubbing his thumb on it.

He pulled away for a second before leaving wet kisses all over your neck, making you let out a quiet moan which turned him on. He found your sweet spot as he continued marking you with hickeys that you know you'll have a hard time hiding.

He placed his hand on your back as he gently laid you down on the mattress. His lips formed a grin.

"Are you ready?"

Let's say that night got a little too heated.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

The next day, you couldn't help but break into a smile as you held your books towards your chest, hugging them as you smiled like a lovestruck girl that just confessed to her crush.

Chanhee looked at you weirdly, throwing you a disgusted look, "Oh my god, what's with you today? I'm genuinely scared."

You glared at him, "Why didn't you tell me that Juyeon told you?" stopping in your tracks, you crossed your arms as you faced the boy.

"What? I was literally the one who was calling you yesterday yet you're acting oh-so dramatic because you didn't let Juyeon explain to you— wait, did I just hear Juyeon's name leaving your mouth?" He exclaimed before stopping halfway, gasping at you dramatically after he realized what was happening.

"Did you two—"

"Made up? yes, we did."

"No, I meant 'make-out'!"

You slapped his arm jokingly before covering his mouth with your hand, shushing him. He spoke up but instead, it sounded rather muffled as you retreated your hand in disgust after feeling his saliva touch your palm.

"So you guys did make-out—"

"Can you shut up Chanhee?" you whisper-yelled as you covered the purple marks that were all-around your neck.

But before chanhee could even reply, you heard a voice call out your name. Turning your head towards the direction of the sound, you found Eric, waving at you as he jogged his way towards you with a cheeky smile.

"What's with that smile, youngjae—"

"No time to explain, you gotta come with me." He reached for your wrist as he pulled you to god who knows where, ignoring the fact that you just called him by his real name.

You tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip but he just laughed before pulling you faster towards the place, which you guessed was the football field.

He let go of your wrist as he ran away, leaving you there dumbfounded. You awkwardly stood there, tapping your shoes on the cement ground, looking around. Your eyes stopped wandering after seeing a familiar figure in the middle of the bright green field.

You smiled automatically after realizing who he was. Slowly walking towards him, you noticed that he was holding a big board, which had beautifully written letters on them.

Your jaw fell as you read the letters written on the board.

WILL YOU BE MINE? AGAIN?

You remembered this. It was the first time he confessed his love for you, asking you to be his girlfriend. you felt the feeling of nostalgia washed over you as you looked at Juyeon with tears of happiness.

You rummaged through your bag before fishing out a paper and a pen. You were doing what you once did before.

Written in big letters, you showed him the paper as you held it in between your palms.

YES

He smiled at your answer before dropping the board to the floor, running towards you with his arms wide, engulfing you into a hug to which you chuckled in response, hugging him back.

"I love you."

"No, I love you more."

Juyeon was glad that you guys finally forgave each other, forgetting all the bad things that had happened this past few weeks, and now, you guys are together again, like how you both started.

⸻ ✧ • ✧ • ⸻

FIN.

— © SUNWOOSUN

[halaboyz]

THE HEARTBREAK COLLECTION.

another milestone event only for my loveliest followers, for reaching eight hundred. nothing more makes me happy if a fic speaks to your soul— so this is dedicated to you. as a thank you. nothing more said, but my grateful heart is all yours. i wouldn't even think about reaching this far, but here we are. and it's all because of your support.

you know who we all love? taylor swift. whether you're a fan or a casual listener, we can't deny that there is a single song of taylor's that we have in mind right now. yes, that song was in your mind while reading this. so i'm going to have TAYLOR SWIFT songs— to be particular, heartbreak songs, as the main theme.

all angst, no fluff. because who doesn't love angst? okay, maybe i'll sprinkle some fluff, but no one deserves a happy ending.

whatever song is in your mind right now, drop it in my inbox with the idol— whether it's from ateez, the boyz, enhypen, tomorrow x together, nct dream, or soloist woodz.

no idols will be repeated, and whoever is taken will be put below. as with the idols, no taylor swift heartbreak song will also be repeated. come on, taylor swift has tons of heartbreaking songs out there. whatever you resonate with, you can put it in my inbox!

TAKE NOTE:

1. whoever requested first, will be given the slot. song AND idol. again, slots will be written below. ( ex. hongjoong & all too well ) 1-a. if your member/song is taken, you're always free to send another ask! 1-b. all fics will be in gender-neutral reader, unless i feel like a female reader will be fit for the fic.

2. fics will approximately be 1k-5k words, depending on the idea. i will do every request, and with that, to be able to provide you a good fic, i will take my time with every fic— patience will be appreciated.

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ATEEZ.

KIM HONGJOONG :: NEW ROMANTICS, req. by @.th84u PARK SEONGHWA :: I DON'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER, req. by @.mavericsohn JEONG YUNHO :: LAST KISS, req. by @.woahhwa CHOI SAN :: WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER, req. by @.mygco SONG MINGI :: BETTY, req. by @.yeoandmoon JUNG WOOYOUNG :: AUGUST, req. by @.woobly CHOI JONGHO :: THE STORY OF US, req. by @.talkbykhalid

THE BOYZ.

LEE SANGYEON :: ILLICIT AFFAIRS, req. by anon JACOB BAE :: STYLE, req. by @.bawdyboyz KIM YOUNGHOON :: OUR SONG, req. by nini LEE HYUNJAE :: CORNELIA STREET, req by @.gracefulweather JI CHANGMIN :: BLANK SPACE, req. by @.calliopegoist LEE JUYEON :: COME BACK... BE HERE, req. by @.onlyticket-home KIM SUNWOO :: RED, req. by @.morauvmi ERIC SOHN :: I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE, req. by @.stealanity

ENHYPEN.

LEE HEESEUNG :: BACK TO DECEMBER, req. by @.softforqiankun PARK JONGSEONG :: TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR, req. by anon KIM SUNOO :: AFTERGLOW, req. by anon

TXT

CHOI YEONJUN :: EXILE, req. by anon CHOI SOOBIN :: BEGIN AGAIN, req. by anon

NCT DREAM.

MARK LEE :: BREATHE, req. by @.justalildumpling LEE JENO :: ALL TOO WELL, req. by anon LEE DONGHYUCK :: ENCHANTED, req. by mika NA JAEMIN :: CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS, req. by @.kurosism ZHONG CHENLE :: WHITE HORSE, req. by @.moonieric

WOODZ :: RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME, req. by @.is4b3ll3s

tagging some of my closest mutuals in case any of you are interested! <3

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