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nevernonline · 7 months

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #14; dressing for revenge.

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: around 2k

warnings: mentions of drunk driving

masterlist ▸ 013 gut feelings and emotional dealings ▸ 015 leave it to the cullens. (part 1)

The beeping of your front door pad got you sitting up on the couch to wait for the arrival of your best friend. Seokmin walked through the door alone, which almost shocked you because lately he hasn’t gone many places without his nerd tribe, you were happy for him finding good friends outside of you.

“Seokminnie, hello gorgeous.”

“Hey, baby.”

You both met in the middle of your front entryway, wrapping him in a big hug, grateful you have someone who was always a constant in your life.

Looking down at his empty hands confused you, you knew he mentioned he was going to be bringing snacks in with him, but they were nowhere to be found.

“Uh, where are these snacks you promised to bring me? Are you getting forgetful? You’re a little too young for that to start happening now, I’m not sure if I should be concerned or not?”

“Yeah, about that. Uh-”

“Vernon, Jun, and Wonwoo are here too aren’t they?”

“Don’t be mad.”

“Why would I be mad? Where are they?”

“The hallway. You know before you-”

Swinging open your door you saw the three other suspects standing in the hallway, covering the body of a fourth person who came alone for the ride, Minghao.

“What is going on? Is he here to get in another fight or..”

“No, y/n we're here because we need to tell you something important, especially Minghao. I didn’t want to tell you beforehand so here we are. I think you guys should talk, the rest of us will go chill on the balcony for now, okay? And he brought you the snacks so be nice.”

“Alright.”

Crossing your arms in the doorway you make room for the boys to all pass through, without making eye contact with the one you weren’t sure if you should be happy showing up with them or not.

“Hey, here.”

Minghao standing in your apartment for a third time, looking as casual as you’ve ever seen him in a full black sweatsuit holding a white plastic bag with bags of chips peeking out the top, waiting for you to take it out of his grasp. Another thing you notice about him is his pink wrapped wrist sticking out from under his sleeve, his cast.

“Thanks.”

Grabbing the back and trying very hard to maintain your composure, you turned and placed it on your marble countertop, remembering the time he placed you on top of it to kiss you.

Shaking it off you placed the frozen pint of half baked ice cream in the freezer and walked over to the couch, not giving him a second look before he sat across from you on the white sofa.

“So you have something to tell me?”

“Yeah, it's kind of a lot. So if you’ll just sit back and let me explain first before letting me know how you feel just please at least do me that favor.”

“Go ahead.”

Minghao took a deep breath in and eyed your bar cart before starting his conversation. Which you noticed right away and without any words, got up to grab an open bottle of tequila sitting on top, pouring him a glass and watching as he took a shot before you sat down again.

“Thanks. So, the reason I was really upset last night and came to crash your date with Joshua is because I found out he was one of the people helping Mimi. I had suspicions before, but I was never sure enough to pin him to it until yesterday. I really tried to keep my composure but, when he told me to shut the fuck up and get out I couldn’t do it anymore. He was just acting so casual with you like he had nothing to do with any of it and it pissed me the fuck off.

I really don’t know how to tell you the entirety of the story or what I know, but I can just start with saying I’m really sorry. I’m sorry if I caused you pain, y/n. I should’ve known from the moment I met you at Wonwoo’s that you weren’t the person Mimi made you out to be.

A few months ago, when all of this started Mimi reached out to me to get help. She said she knew the girl who hurt my mom and wanted to help me meet her and confront her about it, but there was something I had to do for her first. Which was to help her blackmail you, befriend you so I can break your heart. That’s all she wanted me to do for her when it came to you. I had no idea she was going to go this far to hurt you.

Joshua was the one who stole your journal for Mimi, which I know is weird and you’re probably wondering why or how he even knew where it was. I found out he got it from Minnie, she told him where it was. Well, I assumed this part for a while without proof, especially since the first post was from your apartment and she had all of those photos of you in her room. I don’t know how or why they were trying to hurt you so much or why she even was helping Mimi. I thought it was weird, but it’s all unconfirmed. I think Mingyu is helping too. There’s obviously a lot more we need to figure out before we can finally confront them.

I just want you to know I did have a part in it at first, but I stopped the moment after I realized she was full of shit, which was the night you made me dinner and we had sex. I told her I wanted nothing to do with it anymore and that she was full of shit and she’s been threatening me ever since.

The reason I think Mingyu and Minnie are helping her is because she came to the hospital last night, to threaten me one last time, I overheard her talking on the phone in the hallway, she said Joshua is fine and to act like they had no idea we got in a fight, Seokmin showed me some texts from Minnie and I know she sent a photo of me to your group chat at the bar with her. I never even saw her there. The reason why I was there in the first place was to essentially pretend to pledge my allegiance to her so I could get more information.

When she went to the bathroom, I took her phone which was locked, but I saw a text from a group chat attached with three other code names, just emojis, but it was enough to assume it was Joshua, Mingyu, and Minnie. It was a Bunny, a Mouse, and a Dog. Am I even making sense? I don’t know anymore, but just know I never had any intention of hurting you once I found out the truth, I just wanted to help somehow and get back to getting to know you.

I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me anymore, y/n. So if you want me to leave, I can. I’m just really sorry.”

Sitting in silence for a few minutes, you weren’t sure if you were going to start crying or screaming at the top of your lungs, Minghao watched you take his glass and down the lukewarm tequila to wash away the rage in your gut and feel a different kind of burn.

“So, you were helping Mimi?”

“Yeah. For a while.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’m not sure what to say, I guess.”

“Oh. Right.”

“How do I know I can trust everything you’re saying to me right now?”

“I can show you text messages and proof I tried to get her to quit many times. I voice recorded her in the hospital last night telling me to back off. I can show you, that is if you want.”

“Yeah, can I see?”

Minghao opens a folder in his photos app and shows you screenshots of all the information he collected over the past few weeks, ever since the night he first told Mimi to let you off the hook.

Scrolling through the images made your tears start to hit the brims of your eyes. You looked up for a moment at Minghao sitting and staring your way, watching your heart crush once more into tiny pieces.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.”

“No, just thanks for being honest with me. Thank you for trying to make it better, even if you fucked up a little bit along the way. Not many people could own up to that. It’s actually impressive to know you’re so honest.”

“I have no choice. This is the wrong time to say this too, but it might be my last chance. But, over the time I spent with you and the more I got to know you, y/n. I, uh, couldn’t help but start to fall in love with you, you’re incredibly impressive. The night at my gallery I wanted to tell you how I felt, but that didn’t end well for us either. I hope someday you’ll forgive me.”

Pouring yourself another drink, one big enough to share with the boy across from you, you took a big swig and handed him the glass which he drank his share.

“Look, Minghao this is probably against my better judgment and I hope it doesn’t end up biting me in the ass, but I was falling for you too and with any chance you still have feelings for me or whatever, I’d like to be friends with you, for real this time and just restart by getting to know each other honestly. And I mean you kind of did break your wrist defending me, so I feel like I cannot say no."

“Really?”

“Yeah, I know those dorks would never have brought you here if they didn’t think you deserved to tell me all of this yourself. So?”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

“Cool, but no spending time alone for now, I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet. Just friends okay?”

“Just friends. Should we shake on it or drink on it?”

“Hug, maybe? That’s a normal friendly thing. Oh, and let me sign your cast.”

“Yeah, totally.”

Minghao scooted his body closer to you and wrapped his unbound arm around your shoulders and gave you a half assed hug, which made you giggle.

“Bitch, what was that?”

“A hug? What? Bitch?”

“Hao, if you call that a hug you are a bigger dumb ass than I thought, come on.”

Turning your body towards him you wrapped your arms tightly under his armpits and pulled him in for a hug that almost felt like a new beginning.

“Thank you, really, for telling me all of that.”

“You deserved to know the truth, Swan.”

“Wow. Now we can finish Twilight.”

“That would be great.”

“You know, I just remembered that they’re still sitting outside, should we play a prank on them?”

“I like your style.”

“Okay, I’m going to yell at you, very rudely, just get pissed and slam my front door. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Standing up from the couch you positioned yourself in front of the window, so they can get a good listen through the blinds of your fake reeling into Minghao.

Giving him a small nod to let him know you were going to begin, he smiled back ready to see your rage.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a fucking lying piece of shit.”

“Me? You’re such a bitch, y/n. Now I get why the fuck nobody wants to be around you.”

“Thats rich, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Minghao leapt off the couch and ran to your front door slamming it behind him and stood outside of it to listen to the aftershocks of your fake conversation.

He heard Seokmin and Jun asking you what happened, assuming Wonwoo and Vernon were standing there not knowing what to do in silence.

Suddenly the door opened up to reveal Seokmin’s shocked face looking at Minghao standing in the hallway so casually with his arms crossed.

“You guys fucking suck.”

“Sorry, Seok. We had to.”

“Get your stupid ass back inside.”

Minghao walked back into your apartment with a fresh start on his mind, arm and arm with your best friend and a relief off his chest that you forgave him and he was able to be in your life, maybe not how he exactly wanted but more than he expected.

Vernon made himself at home on your couch, wrapped up in the furry gray blanket you had thrown over the back.

Wonwoo was situated pouring drinks into some glasses, while Jun was still giggling to himself on the floor.

“So you guys are good?”

You just nodded at the boy wrapped comfortably on the couch, batting his pretty brown eyes your way.

“Yeah, but now we all have to take down the bad guys.”

Smiles came from around the room as you grabbed a sharpie and situated yourself back on the couch, surrounded by friends who truly had your back all signing the cast of the boy who defended your honor.

On the way home Minghao couldn't help but think about the words on his cast, that were surrounded by small stars and your named signed below.

'Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.'

A quote from twilight you remembered him whispering to you before falling asleep. Something to believe in.

note: hiii we're v much in it now! all the aftermath of y/ns failed date with joshua and finally getting a peak I not who the backstabbers really are. I hope u guys enjoy!! also pls check out my next little snippet of my new smau for after this one, its def slightly more lighthearted but as a fan of drama they'll still be some hehe. ok thank u thank u love u. also unedited prob some typos or something but anyway. 🖤

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wooahaes · 1 month

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Hey I have been reading your series Sweet Night and I really like your style of writing... I just wanted to ask you if you have any more series on Mingyu or any other SVT member? If so I'd love to read them... If not, never mind this comment...I wish you the best and shall look forward to what you write next 🩵🩷

hiii thank you for reading and enjoying!!

most of my works involve a gender neutral reader jsyk, but if that's fine: my seventeen masterlist is right here if you wanna look! the only series i have currently have for svt are under the sun [gn!reader] and lonely hearts club [chubby!fem!reader]. i have stuff drafted but i admittedly haven't been writing much lately since i've been a bit busy working on outlining an original novel haha

but in general, i do have somewhat of a backlog that varies in length? when i grow up [seungkwan] is a personal fave of mine and its a bit over 12k in length. taste of love [jun] is another longer one that i have a soft spot for. five shots at love [mingyu] is an older one, but heads up for reader having a past that involves an abusive relationship.

+ ik i already plugged it but under the sun can kinda be read as a standalone if you read the first couple days and just mingyu's part if you want!! there's no pressure to read all of them lmao its a very dear fic to me that i truly love and still have plans to continue sometime... one day... when i remember how to write again and not just plan........

aaaand bc i must plug my silly sideblog, you can also find me over at @nonranghaes where i write silly short drabbles!! here's my seventeen tag in general, and here's my mingyu tag (although i don't think there's a ton there unfortunately).

i've got some stuff that's kinda simmering on the back burner as 'i'll return to this when i've got ideas again' (ghost!jun x gn!reader-who-sees-ghosts x minghao-who-can-also-see-ghosts, mer-reader with 97z, second chance romance joshua fic, royal!fem!reader x servant!mingyu, sculptor!woozi x chubby fem reader)... but that's about as far as i've really gotten in the writing process unfortunately :( i do hope to get back to it again soon!! just kinda going through a bit of writers block, fic-wise, so working on untitled original novel has been getting me back into my groove :3

#cookiearmy #wooahaes.ask

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x-exo · 3 years

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*slides into your asks with a rose in my mouth* why hello, tis me!

Apologies for the long wait but your favorite long asks anon is here and OOF so much has happened. Let us break it down one by one lol

Monsta x our beans, welp we can officially say we are army wives for them because shownu is now at the military and just welp this feels weird lol. I lowkey forgot he was meant to enlist so when the news came out I went through so many emotions. Its why the latest comeback feels a bit bittersweet to me. It is their BEST for sure and for this year, I agree so to not see him perform right before he left is a bit sad. I don't blame him of course (if anyone does i am fish slapping you) but just a shame. I'm happy we do get content with him still? Seems pre-planned so that is nice!

Onto legends exo, fantastic comeback. I cannot stop listening to the album, its just bops full of bops to me. They broke so many records and I'm over here sipping my tea because fudge yes. It isn't a full member comeback, 2 of the members featured in the comeback are off playing call of duty and they still did THAT. While having lay properly in the comeback!? (Or at least some form, better than tempo era!) Kyungsoo my beloved, the man that can swoon you off your feet, his proper solo album. Omg I am just in love? The album feels like a Playlist that you hear while taking a walk or on a raodtrip? I love it, I just love everything about this with how much thought was given. It makes me feel warm and I'm so proud of him (I think he even got a first win) but sadly xiumin got the it shall not be named virus D: I feel so bad and I can only hope he gets better! It makes me worried because I keep seeing more and more idols getting sick and I can't help but wonder why don't the kpop entertainment just put a pause with stuff? Of course that is VERY unrealistic, I am aware that is naive for me to think but its just so idk how to word it properly (my English brain is not working I am sorry) I cannot help the feeling of while I get people are being safe and yes we need to still live like normal beings, is it worth risking idols health just for some entertainment? Idk how to explain my thoughts properly but maybe I hope I made sense!!

Onto svt! That is perfectly fine to not vibe with a comeback! I will admit, I didn't fully vibe with this comeback and it shocked me because every comeback was a hit to me. Even fear, left and right or homerun where I know many fans were split on, I liked but RTL was a grower. For me, listening to it without watching the mv, helped it alot and it is a song I like. Is it their best? No I don't think so but it is alright to say "hey I didn't bop to this, not my cup of tea" (imo I blame the mv? The mv REALLY didn't do the song justice at all, I am sorry if I sound like a fake fan but this mv Just is bad in all aspects. Sure we have some pretty shots but like it just doesn't fit at all?) So if anything listening to the song or wishing the live performances does it better. Seeing the choreography amps the song up more, cannot go wrong with their dancing. As for the rest of the songs, I admit game boy is my top favorite? Idk if it is because I am a gaming nerd and found all the production of the song so creative but yeah. We can wait for the next comeback! Svt always have something up their sleeves, plus we do have their music projects to look forward too (I wonder when we will get one? Seeing as RTL promotions stopped) some positive news with the boys is they resigned like a year before their contract ends and I'm a bit emotional :') I'm excited to see the boys future projects. We did have caratland recently! Did you watch it if I may ask? We did get in the soop confirmation so I'm excited to watch that, the boys deserve that nice break (even if it was filmed for a show fjsbsns)

Ok I think that is it for kpop updates? XD I do hope life has been treating you kindly! Life has been a bit all over the place sadly so I hope it wasn't like that for you as well! Until next time my bean!

hii!!!! omg sorry for the late reply i've been pretty busy these days 🙈

indeed so much has happened! and much more since you sent this ask omg!!

our shownu is at war *looks into the distance* *wipes away tear* *sighs* by now I got used to enlistment news (see what happens when you stan 2nd and 3rd gen groups) but STILL [[IT HURT]] when they uploaded the monchannel videos of his goodbye day like ????? what kind of twisted mind diuhdfuihdifuhs but the boys were all so cute and soft but they seemed so sad they didn't want to let go of their super leader :(( I hope he's learning lots and making new friends (and also we've got our international super spy yoo kihyun giving us small updates on him every now and then so everything's fine!). Yeah I totally get you it felt empty without him this comeback and at first it didn't really clicked with me but when the enlistment news came out i understood he had to take care of his health and thoroughly check on his eye sight in order to be 100% ready for the military so it made sense he had to be absent :( everything was so close (the comeback and enlistment) that I'm sure there was no other way for doing it I'm pretty sure he couldn't maybe postpone the enlistment day any further

onto exo! my ksoo my soft boi my romantic boi 🥺 his album is so him SO HIM i can't explain it bur it's just HIM you know it's the type of album you'd play on loop on a summer afternoon when you've taken your papers and paints outside in the garden to paint a bit with the warm soft breeze moving the trees lightly 🤧 and he signs in English and SPANISH (he did it for me) my multilingual king he's a native. Also I've been watching Honeymoon Tavern with Jongin these days and OMG i could d word for him really (if you haven's watched it go do it when you have time) he's SO SOFT and SO CUTE and he works as a waiter and a wedding planner and helps with the room preparations and is also a tour guide and he's just so cute so happy al the time the way he interacts with everyone is so 🥺🤧😭 onto more serious stuff now: yeah i was so worried about minseok catching covid omg but i'm glad he went through it with our any major complication and the rest of the boys are safe too! I guess the industry doesn't stop bc that would mean a huge loss of thousands and thousands of dollars/won/etc so as long as the gov doesn't prohibit going out or gathering like at the beginning of the pandemic, they'll keep on going with the idols' schedules otherwise the industry would just shut down having no way of earning money to sustain all the companies and idols.

as for seventeen! yeah i like the songs too! the mv sure ruined rtl and listening to it without watching it has really helped it grow on me more but still it feels kind of meh to me idk i really like anyone i think it's my favourite from the album. AND NOW WE'VE GOT A COMEBACK IN OCTOBER!!!! yayyyyy i can't wait they seem to be preparing very diligently (i hope they release a sexy bop) it's a shame junhao aren't gonna be present for this comeback but i'm soooooo happy they have the opportunity to visit their families again omg they have spent 2 whole years without seeing them in the flesh they must be so happy to get back to them again!!! it's so funny seeing them be bored at the quarantine hotel and doing lives every day duhdfiudhfiuh i hope it passes quickly and they can see their loved ones finally! and I did watch Caratland!! omg the unit switch song was the best thing ever hhu doing lilili yabbay and not being able to stop laughing idfuhdifuhs perf team doing chocolate and owning it????? hello??? performance team more like main vocal team wow! and the vocal team being a complete mess during check in lmaooo i loved it! In The Soop has finally started!!! I love these kind of "normal life" concepts I love seeing the boys being themselves cooking and relaxing I've watched the first and second eps as of today and also few clips from the third and omg mingyu and jeonghan drowning in the pond dfuhidfhidfs lmao they're so dumb i love them 🤣 i'm glad they could go away for a few days and spend time together away from their hectic schedules!

I hope you're well now and if not hang in there it'll all pass soon enough! 🥰💕 bye bye!!

p.s.: I got your request for the svt this or that gifset and i promise i’ll do it one day i just don’t feel like giffing these days dhbduusi i’m out of energy

#ask #my super nice lovely anon

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xiufaery · 5 years

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Stitches ↠ four

svt gang au

note: i know i disappeared and i’m really sorry, work has been hell and i had no time and energy to write. but now i have a bit more time, so the updates will be once a week!

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CHAPTER FOUR: NOT A COUPLE

Naeun was done.

The conversation she had with Mingyu had left her feeling completely exhausted. Her attempt to tell him that she wanted him out of her life had somehow made him think that he had a chance with her. Seriously, how did his mind work? Was his brain just a roulette wheel that he would spin every time he needed to provide a reaction or a response?

Naeun made sure to do a few calming breathing exercises before she left her apartment the next morning, knowing that she’d have to deal with Mingyu today; And sure enough, she ended up colliding with him just as she exited the building.

“Hey, careful!” Mingyu chuckled, managing somehow to keep both of them from falling over while also not dropping the coffee cups in his hands. “You don’t want to have to take care of me again, do you?” “I think I’ll leave it to the members, next time.” She rolled her eyes. “What are you doing here? It’s not even 6 a.m. yet.” “I got coffee,” he handed her one of the cups. “Figured you’d need it, since your shift starts so early.” “Thanks.” She took it from him and started walking, Mingyu trailing after her looking a lot like a lost puppy. “Why are you following me?” “I’m not following you, I’m walking you to work.” “Why?” “To be nice. Can you slow down a bit? I’m kind of tired.” “No.” Her coldness didn’t deter him, and he just chuckled as he struggled to keep up with her hurried pace. “It’s alright, I know we didn’t have the best start,” he said. “But I’m not as bad as you think.” Stopping at a crosswalk just across from the hospital, she turned around to face him, an irritated look on her face. A part of her wanted to be nicer to him and let him into her life, and if he had literally any other job she probably would have. She had promised her mother that she would stay out of trouble, live a normal and happy life, and breaking that promise was the last thing she wanted to do.

“You’re in a goddamn gang, Mingyu,” she snapped. “How can there be anything good about you? Do you really think your good looks and cute charms are going to impress me?” As usual, Mingyu seemed to only have heard one part of that sentence. “You think I’m good looking? I’m cute?” “You know, if you smile any wider it’s going to look really creepy.” “Hey, you can’t pretend you didn’t say I’m good-looking!” Naeun nearly ran across the road as soon as the light turned green, eager to get to the hospital and away from Mingyu. “Oh, look,” she said as she got to the entrance. “Looks like we’re here.” Mingyu had a strange look on his face, almost like he was disappointed. “Okay, I get it, you don’t want me to bother you so early in the morning.” He paused, and after a few seconds asked, “Do you mind if I walk you home after work?” Naeun sighed. “Mingyu…” “Please?” Okay, this was unfair. He was giving her puppy-dog eyes, trying to look cute. How was she supposed to say no to that? “Why do you like me so much?” she asked. “We’ve only known each other for a week. You don’t know anything about me.” He hesitated. “Alright, don’t freak out, okay?” he told her. “I’m not here just because I like you, even though I really do. I want to make sure that no one is following you or trying to hurt you.” “What? Why would—” her eyes widened. “Does anyone know that I’ve been helping you?” “We’re not sure,” he explained. “Which is why Seungcheol, our leader, told me to watch over you, just for a few days.” Naeun just stared at him, shocked, all kinds of morbid scenarios running through her mind. What if someone did see her when she came over to Seventeen’s house? What if they wanted to hurt her or her family? “Fine,” she eventually said. “Fine?” Mingyu asked, confused. “Fine, you can walk me home,” she clarified. “My shift ends at two o’clock, don’t be late.”

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The hectic shift provided a much-needed distraction for Naeun. She spent nine hours running around taking care of the patients that swarmed the ER, which left her with no time to think about Mingyu or Seventeen or the possibility of her being targeted because of them.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Sejeong asked, amused. It was nearing the end of their shift, and as the second shift workers came in, they finally got a moment to breathe. Naeun and Sejeong had collapsed onto the chairs in the waiting room with heavy sighs the moment they saw their replacements walking through the door. Had it not been for the nurse’s uniform, the two would have been mistaken for patients with their ruffled appearance and exhausted faces.

“What do you mean?” Naeun asked. “You’ve been so focused on work that you didn’t even notice Yeonsoo and I talking to you and telling you to take a break,” Sejeong chuckled. “Is everything alright?” Naeun’s face flushed red in embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” Her friend persisted. “You’re not, maybe…trying to bury yourself in work to avoid thinking of something?” “What?” Naeun raised an eyebrow. “What exactly do I have to avoid?” “I don’t know,” Sejeong drawled out. “How about the cute guy at the entrance that’s been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes?”

Naeun shot up from her seat, scanning the area until her eyes landed on the tall form of the guy that she was doing her best to forget. Mingyu waved at her excitedly, a bright smile on his face.

“Damn it,” she muttered. “I forgot he was supposed to walk me home.” She immediately realized she should not have said that, when Sejeong jumped up from her seat with wide eyes and an even wider grin. “Oh my god, Naeun!” she screeched almost accusingly. “You said that you don’t have a boyfriend!” “I don’t,” Naeun tried to calm her down. “He’s just some guy I met who won’t leave me alone. He thinks we’re friends, for some reason.” “Some guy that could be a boyfriend?” Sejeong suggested playfully. “Honestly, I wish my husband was this happy to see me.” “He’s not my boyfriend, and he never will be,” Naeun snapped. “He’ll be out of my life soon.”

She stomped towards Mingyu, an irritated look on her face. “Why the hell do people think we’re a couple?” she muttered, more to herself than to him. Mingyu offered her a hand, which she reluctantly took after seeing him make a cute face at her again. Damn, he’s really using his puppy-like face against her, and it’s working. “Admit it,” he told her as they walked out of the hospital. “We would make an adorable couple. Me, with my ‘cute charms’, you with your grumpiness—“ “I am not grumpy!” He laughed. “Come on, you know you are.” He reached over with his free hand and pinched her cheek. “Grumpy little goblin.” She slapped his hand away. “Stop it,” she whined. “I’m tired. I want to go home and sleep until tomorrow.” Mingyu laughed softly again, and a comfortable silence ensued while they walked.

Naeun’s mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. She couldn’t deny that she liked being around Mingyu, as annoying as he could be. Even something as simple as walking home with him made her relax and completely forget about her difficult day at work. But she also knew now that, with all his flirting and teasing, he only really stayed around because he needed to make sure she’s safe; Because his leader told him to watch over her. After all, it is his fault she might be in danger now, and if she got any more involved with this whole gang business, she’ll end up getting hurt.

Noticing that her hand was still holding his, she hesitantly let go, ignoring his pout. Her head hurt. She didn’t want to think about this anymore, she didn’t want to have to fight with herself like this. She wanted Mingyu to stop acting like he was interested in her, to just do his job and get out of her life.

Mingyu, apparently, had an entirely different idea in mind.

“You know,” he said quietly just before she went into her apartment. “I lied to you this morning.” Naeun frowned. “What are you talking about?” “Seungcheol didn’t ask me to watch over you,” he admitted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding her gaze. “I practically begged him to let me do it.” “Why?” “It’s true that I thought someone saw us, and that you might be in danger,” he explained. “But I mostly wanted an excuse to be around you.” “You want to be around me?” she repeated. “Why?” “Because I like you,” Mingyu said simply. “I want you to go out with me.”

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Maid For You (Part 7) - Taehyung x Reader (M)

Author: bts-svt-mx

Taehyung x Reader

Rating: Fluff, angst

Tags: Enemies to Lovers AU, slight smut (future chapters), Idol! Taehyung, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok, mentions of other members, sexual tension, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of partying

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (M), 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Word Count: 5,700

Description: Wanting to get out of your parents house and experience what the world had to offer is way more expensive than people tell you it will be. So when your glamorous “manager to the stars” cousin Hoseok hooks you up with a job as the live-in maid for a hillside, massive mansion, you feel as though life might actually be looking up. That is until the mansion’s absentee high profile celebrity owner surprises you by moving back in leaving you to wonder if this mansion is big enough for you and his huge ego.

Chapter 7:

You’re warm. Too warm actually. The sunlight streams into your room directly hitting your face forcing you out of your heavy slumber and bringing you straight back to reality.

Ugh.. What time is it?

Picking up your phone on your side table, you see a plethora of notifications littering your lock screen. One missed call and voicemail from Hoseok, two texts from Minjee, and some random tagged Facebook pictures of you. But it’s not the overwhelming amount of notifications that concern you. It’s the clock on your phone that reads 11:15 am.

Ah, shit. You slept in. But now, no matter how much you want to go back to sleep, you really need to get up.

Your bed is just so comfy though.. If you could, you would stay in bed all day long, but of course, you have a job to do every weekend morning. A gross, tedious job, but a job you were contractually obligated to do nonetheless. You throw the heavy duvet off of you and as soon as you sit up, an intense pain shoots through your head immediately causing you to recoil back and wince in pain.

Ok, ow, ow, ow. Why does my head hurt so much? What happened last night?

Then it hits you. Oh yeah that’s right, you spent last night partying into the wee hours of the morning at one of the weekly crazy parties held at the mansion. The same one you were late to cleaning up after since you usually get started on the weekend long clean up around 9:00 am the next morning.

Another throb pulses through your head. Damn you really needed some Advil right about now.

Honestly, how much did you have to drink last night? It honestly couldn’t have been that much, right? Actually wait, no. It definitely was a lot now that you think about it.

Thinking back, you had lost count after the 5th shot in a row with Hobi and on top of that you had drank by yourself earlier in the night too before he came and found you. So in total you had at least 7 or 8 shots, which was definitely enough to knock you off your ass.

Jeez, you really hadn’t partied like that since your college days. And now, at the ripe age of 23, you were practically an old woman! The constant pounding in your head would suffice as a good enough reminder to you as to why you intentionally gave up that partying lifestyle you once lived.

Massaging your hand between your thumb and forefinger to ease the pain (an old trick you learned from your mom), you walk over to your wing’s kitchen sink to take some Advil with a glass of cold water.

Maybe you shouldn’t have mixed 4 different kinds of alcohol last night… Best to stick to just vodka next time. And that next time will hopefully be a long time from today.

Seriously, even the thought of alcohol made you want to gag.

But wait, didn’t you sober up after Taehyung ran up to you screaming in the middle of the dance floor?

Then, like a punch to the gut, you remember another important detail of last night. Oh god. Taehyung.

You almost forgot about the whole ordeal that happened with him. Inwardly you cringe at the events of last night as you start to piece everything together.

To be completely honest, the party was a lot of fun up until Taehyung came barging in between you and Jungkook. And yeah, maybe you did some questionable things with Jungkook after meeting him literally that night, but who cares? He’s hot and charming and everyone there was drunk off of their asses too, including Hobi and all of his friends. So really, no one could judge you.

And if they even tried to, you took enough funny and embarrassing videos of Hoseok and the rest of his friends doing keg stands and body shots off of random girls that you could hold that over Hobi if he ever started to tease you about your dance floor hookup with Jungkook.

You let out a small laugh at the memories of last night at the party but then your mind wanders back to Taehyung and the way he opened up to you. He had shown so much of himself that you never knew he was even capable of sharing with anyone let alone you, but you’re glad that he did.

He was so drunk last night though... Did he remember anything that happened between you two? Especially that almost kiss that happened at the end of the night? And if he did, would he go back to his cold, defensive personality the next time you saw him? Or worse, the gross, horny version that tried to get you into that sexy maid costume?

A shiver runs down your spine at that thought. No thank you.

Speaking of Taehyung and parties, you had to get ready and start cleaning up the mess that you were sure was spread all over the mansion. Yay, can’t wait to clean up spilt drinks, plastic cups, and who knows what bodily fluids that usually littered more than just the living room floor.

After brushing your teeth, taking off your makeup under your eyes leftover from last night, and fixing your rat’s nest you call hair, you venture out of your wing to head to the cleaning supply room.

You’re almost out of the long hallway of your wing of the house before you hear a large crash! come distantly from the main living room.

What the hell was that? Panic begins to flow through your body as your walk turns into a light jog, trying to find the source of the noise.

You doubt there is anyone still here from the party. People the last few weekends that stayed the night have usually gone home once they’ve sobered up around 8:00 or 9:00 in the morning as you started to clean up. And with the security that was here last night, you’re sure they would have made sure no one was left in the house this late in the morning.

The pool boy, the maintenance guy, nor the gardener were scheduled to be here today though, so who could be making all of that noise?

Turning the final corner to the living area you see the large figure of a man’s back side bent over by the couch struggling with something on the floor. A hoodie covers him from your vision and prevents you from seeing his face but as you draw closer you hear him… cursing to himself?

Instinctively, you grab the closest heavy object you can find, which just so happens to be a tall, very heavy, blue marble vase on top of one of the hallway countertops.

Ooofff! The weight of the vase instantly causes you to almost fall to the ground, almost breaking your cover but you save it just before it hits the ground. Wow, this thing is way heavier than it looks.

Slowly, you walk closer to the hooded man, vase in hand, out of sight from his vision as his back is still turned to you. Now about two feet away, you raise the vase higher in preparation to hit him. Suddenly, his large frame begins to straighten and his hood falls down to reveal that stupid unmistakable half pink/half yellow hair from underneath.

Before you can lower your arms with the vase, Taehyung turns around and jumps back in surprise at your position, eyes wider than you have ever seen them before.

“Ahh!” He screams, right hand moving to cling over his heart which sends the vacuum he was holding back down to the floor in another crash! very similar to the one you had heard just a few minutes ago.

It takes a second for his vision to adjust, but his wide eyes relax a little when he sees that it’s just you. “God dammit, Y/N! I just fixed the vacuum!” He breathes, trying to gain his bearings back.

In the midst of recovering himself, he takes in your position, clad in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, no makeup on, and still holding the heavy vase in your hands quite close to the previous position of his head.

Meanwhile, you take in his appearance as well. Yellow rubber gloves on, spray bottle in his left hand, vacuum now on the floor, and his bright hair pushed back in a Nike headband.

This whole situation was so odd to you. What was he even still doing here at the house? Usually he was nowhere to be found the day after his parties. You had figured he was either avoiding dealing with the mess or too hungover to make it out of his room.

“Taehyung?” You sputter in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

As expected of him by now, his expression morphs into one of annoyance at your question like it always does when you have a conversation with him. Well, a sober conversation with him.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” His words come out with a bite. Obviously not too happy about being scared shitless just a minute ago. Taehyung places the spray bottle down on the glass side table next to him and his eyes snap to the gigantic blue blob you’re holding.

“Is that my vase?” Taehyung gestures to your hold on his expensive decoration. Which is still raised high above both of you.

Oh, right. Well that’s embarrassing.

“Uh.. Sorry, I heard a loud crash and thought someone broke in...” You confess earning a scoff of a laugh from Taehyung. “It was for self defense!” You swear as you lower the expensive vase from its position, looking for a place to put it down.

Settling on the floor next to you to keep it safe from harm, you turn back to the boy in front of you realizing why you were even out here in the first place. “But seriously, Taehyung. What are you doing out here?”

He lets out a sigh. As if he doesn’t need to answer your silly little questions. That they’re a waste of breath to even answer. But to your surprise he speaks up again.

“What does is look like I’m doing?” He waves the vacuum in front of your face. Your eyes almost go cross eyed from the movement and from the fact that you are still severely hungover. Everything starts spinning for a moment but you force your eyes to focus once again. “I’m cleaning.”

You can’t believe it. Taehyung? Cleaning?

A laugh bubbles up inside you. What kind of alternate universe did you wake up in?

Were you actually the mega huge pop star that parties 24/7 and was Taehyung now the maid of the mansion? You could really get used to this life if that was the case. Do whatever you wanted all the time. Buy anything you want. Millions of adoring fans around the world. Cute guys on your arm all of the time. What a life that would be.

But sadly, no. This was not a Freaky Friday like situation. Unfortunately, you were still the maid and Taehyung was definitely still the millionaire. There was no denying that. I mean jeez, even his sweats were Gucci.

At your laughter, Taehyung dismisses you and leans back down on his knees next to the contraption. His hands work on the appliance, trying to fix the vacuum, grumbling to himself about how “if you weren’t going to help then you should just leave him be” and something else you couldn’t really catch.

“Taehyung, do you even know how to work this thing?” You gesture to the vacuum, momentarily making him shift his gaze to you. Before he makes a face at you and goes back to trying to attach the carpet extension to the bottom.

“Of course I know how to work a vacuum, Y/N. I’m not a dumbass.” He snaps. Jaw hardening at the effort he’s putting into the vacuum.

His tone wipes what’s left of the amusement you had off of your face as you put your hands up in defense, moving away from him slightly. Was it stupid that you felt a little bit let down at the fact that he was still being short with you after last night’s talk with him? It might have been selfish, or maybe even naïve of you, but you had really hoped something would have changed in the way he talked to you once he had sobered up today.

But if emotional and vulnerable Taehyung was only a one time thing and he was going to revert back to his old ways, it was best to give him some space like you used to do when he was like this.

Taehyung takes notice to your reaction of his rudeness and to your surprise, lets out a long sigh as he stops his work on the vacuum. Turning to you, he gives you his full attention as he sputters an apology. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” Taehyung concedes, scratching the back of his head and looking away. He frustratingly tries and fails to click the attachment into place once again.

“It’s just, this vacuum has been giving me trouble all morning,” The annoyance that he had directed towards you, now all focused on the vacuum in his hands. “The attachment won’t stay in place and the hose keeps disconnecting from the bag too. I don’t know why it keeps doing this,”

You glance at the large contraption and immediately know what’s wrong. Well of course it’s been giving him trouble, that’s the wonky vacuum. The cleaning supply closet housed two different ones and you much prefer the other one that can actually hold up for more than 10 minutes without breaking. You had been meaning to throw out that vacuum actually, but just hadn’t gotten the chance yet.

But you won’t tell Taehyung that he grabbed the wrong one, not when he actually admitted he can’t do something by himself. And not when he looks so adorable as he tries to fix this one.

Wait- Adorable? Did that thought just cross your mind?

No, no. Not adorable. You definitely definitely meant silly, right? Yeah, that’s it. Taehyung was not adorable. No way.

But he did seem to be struggling with the vacuum currently and as the maid and expert in this situation, you might as well put him out of his misery and help him with it.

Dropping on to your knees next to him, you get to work on fixing the placement of the attachment.

After a moment of silence and contemplating the best way to word it, you finally ask him. “Taehyung what are you doing here?”

Lost in his own little world of concentration, he doesn’t register your question fully at first. “Y/N, we literally just went over this,” He speaks softly, his eyebrows furrowed together and his tongue kind of sticking out.

With his hair pushed back you could actually see his whole face clearly. Usually his objectively handsome features were slightly covered with his hair framing his face, but now, without anything to obstruct the view, his face appeared boyish. Youthful even. Resembling the young boy you used to love when he debuted his first album 5 years ago.

You had stopped your work on the vacuum while studying his features and he didn’t even seem to notice. “Yes Taehyung, I see that. But I meant what are you doing here? Like why are you physically at this location? You’ve never helped me clean up a party before...” You explain. Come to think of it- “Actually you’ve never helped me clean up anything before.”

At your words, Taehyung stops his own work on the vacuum and turns his attention to you again.

“That’s not true,” He denies folding his arms in front of him, the slightest trace of a smile on his lips.

You mimic his movement, folding your arms across your chest too. You don’t even have to say anything in reply since your face says it all. That’s he’s full of shit.

Suddenly, his hands move up in defense. “Ok so I guess I haven’t, but does that mean I can’t help you now?” Taehyung finally looks you in your eyes, and dammit, even though you could swear you’re over your youthful crush on him, every time his chocolate eyes stare into yours, you can’t help but get a little flustered.

“Of course not, I mean- Of course you can.” You start, words stumbling over each other. Dammit, this always happens to you.

His long legs begin to move under him to help himself stand up. “Because if you really want to do this all by yourself then I totally understand. I have other things to do. So I’ll just leave you to it-”

Wait no, he can’t leave. You need an extra set of hands to help clean all of this shit up. The past couple of weekends it has taken you literally all day and even part of the next day after that to clean up the party. You could save so much time if someone else were to help you out.

“No!” You exclaim, instinctively reaching out to grasp his arm in your hand, preventing him from fully standing up. And effectively almost making you fall on your face if it wasn’t for his solid form steadying you above the ground.

Your knees were still in contact with the carpet but he was basically holding your upper body up with just his arm. If he were to move you would legitimately fall on your face.

The fabric of his sweatshirt bunched under your tight grip but you could still feel his muscles flex underneath and coincidentally, your face just happened to be parallel to his crotch area.

Oh, you could feel the blush creep its way up on your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you ignore the heat in your face and try to flash your most innocent, convincing smile up at him. “I mean, I can really use all of the help I can get.”

You could be imagining it, but you think you see amusement flash in his eyes as the popstar looks to your compromising position in front of him and the predicament you seem to be in with most of your weight on his forearm.

Ugh, this boy. Always making you flustered in some way shape or form. Can’t you make it through one interaction with him just acting like a normal human being?

Like a kid who convinced their mom to stop at McDonalds even though they definitely had plenty of food at home, Taehyung’s smug little smirk stretches across his stupid little face. “Well if you insist,” Taehyung moves back to his original spot on the floor, breaking your grip on his arm and sending you face first onto the carpet. “Now if you’ll help me figure this vacuum situation out, I can get back to helping you clean up,”

Um ok, OW. If your hangover headache hadn’t already been pulsing through your head, you’re sure you would have had one now. Groaning to yourself, you turn back to the laughing Taehyung, snatch the vacuum from him, pop the attachment in its place quickly and secure the hose.

Taehyung’s smirk is quickly wiped from his face from how easily you had fixed the vacuum that he had been struggling with all morning. He opens his mouth as if to say something but you cut him off.

“Alright, let’s get to work,” You say and the roar of the vacuum fills the room.

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“When I volunteered myself to help clean up the party I didn’t realize that meant that I had to clean the whole house!” Taehyung groans, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead and taking a long gulp of water on the stool he was sitting on at the kitchen island.

“As I recall, it was technically your party. So now you have to deal with the repercussions like a big boy,,” Humor laced in your words. You can’t help but smile at the child-like whine Taehyung lets out in reply.

What a sight to see. Taehyung. Actually wiped out from cleaning of all things.

After about 3 hours of cleaning the main living room (the messiest of the rooms), the balcony, the halls, the foyer, and the kitchen, you had just broken the news to Taehyung that you still had to check the extra rooms of the mansion to see if any wondering party goers had managed to weasel their way in. Whether it be to hook up or have their own private party in the midst of the craziness that had ensued upstairs, you still had to make sure you didn’t miss any extra clean up among the many, many rooms of the mansion.

At your words Taehyung requests another couple of minutes of rest and a snack to gain back his energy, which you gladly give him as you had begun to feel your stomach actually crying out to you for food as well. Turning to the pantry to grab a cereal box, you began to think back at the events of this morning.

Throughout the hours of clean up, Taehyung had been… Well he’d actually been kind of pleasant. Of course he still had some snarky comments to make here and there but for the most part, he was actually very helpful and nice to you. He even cracked a couple of jokes about random leftover “party favors” from the guests and there wasn’t even a hint of the old snarky douchebag he once was when you first met him.

Your conversations felt natural. It felt like you two could actually be friends.

After a loud gulp and a satisfactory Ahhh! from Taehyung, the chair he was sitting on scrapes back on the marble floor as he stands. “Alright Boss, where to next?”

His choice of nickname amuses you. Boss? Hm, you could get used to that.

You stuff your mouth with one last handful of Cheerios and take a sip of water before turning back into the pantry to put the cereal box back. “Well I was thinking that we could actually split up to make the search go faster. You could take the movie room, spare garage, closets, and game room and I’ll take the sauna, pool room, recording studio, and the rest of the random rooms. Sound good?” You yell from the pantry.

There’s no reply to your suggestion which makes you stick your head back into the main kitchen to see where Taehyung went. You’re surprised to find him standing there with a concerned look on his handsome face. Brows knitted together in uncertainty like he’s trying to figure out what to say.

“Uh, Taehyung?” You wave your hand out in front of you to get his attention. Taehyung is never at a loss for words. Something’s off.

He looks up at your movement before his eyes advert to the ground from your questioning gaze. “Actually… Can we, uh, look through the rooms together?” He questions, voice a little shaky.

“Why would we do that when we can cover more ground if we split up and report back to each other?” You inquire back to him, not really knowing how he’s going to answer you back.

Why would he need you to be with him just to check some rooms to see if anyone made a mess? Could it be he wants to spend more time with you? That’s unlikely since you already just spent 3 hours together cleaning.

The mansion is quite big, maybe he’s scared or something? That thought makes you laugh a little to yourself. Wouldn’t that be cute if he was scared. “Are you afraid of going alone or something? I wouldn’t blame you, the downstairs hallways can get pretty frightening,” You tease, moving to the side of the counter opposite of Taehyung.

Taehyung’s hand goes to scratch the back of his head like he’s embarrassed or something. Obviously something is bothering him. Come on kid, just spit it out already. “No, it’s just…” He pauses, looking like he’s debating on admitting whatever is bothering him to you. After a moment he finally speaks again. “I... Don’t really know where those rooms are,” He admits, eyes still trained at the floor.

Your head instinctively cocks to the side like a confused little puppy. Was he joking again? This has to be a cover for something. For what, you don’t know. Your eyebrows narrow in suspicion. “What do you mean you don’t know where those rooms are? This is your home. You literally designed this house,”

You could tell he was embarrassed as you see his cheeks redden in front of you. And by the way he won’t meet your eyes as he talks. You’ll have to start taking notes of times when he gets flustered as it doesn’t happen too often. “There are just so many random rooms and corridors that branch off of each other and I… I would get lost down there. I didn’t realize at the time how big it was going to be!”

“What do you mean you realize?” You shoot back. How could someone building a house and just not realize all of the rooms that were being put in? Didn’t they each have a function that he specifically wanted? Hell, there’s even a room dedicated to just his award show trophies!

“Well now you’re just repeating what I say, Y/N,” Taehyung’s hands are now on his hips in defense. A casual look on his face like he didn’t just tell you he doesn’t know how to get around his own house.

“Taehyung,” You warn. Eyes obviously searching his for an explanation.

After a minute long stare down between the two of you, his neutral expression finally breaks. “I WAS DRUNK OK?” He yells, causing you to recoil back in surprise at his sudden outburst. “I told the developers I wanted all of this pointless shit that I thought would be cool in a house and I approved the plans without even looking at them,”

Woah. You definitely weren’t expecting that answer. Taehyung moves to sit back in his stool in defeat trying to make himself smaller in front of you because maybe then you wouldn’t judge him as hard. The playful tone of your conversation had taken a turn, and it seemed as if Taehyung was genuinely embarrassed by his own words. “I was at a kickback with some of my crew on tour, too far gone to even remember my own name and... I don’t know, Y/N, this place just kind of happened,”

His explanation and his defeated body language made you wonder. Was this grand mansion, dripping in frivolous, priceless items, and unnecessary extravagances a mistake to Taehyung?

If Taehyung literally had a mansion built for him while he was drunk, you couldn’t imagine what other crazy things he has done with his ridiculous wealth when he wasn’t in the right state of mind. The air in the room had suddenly lost its warmth as you could tell Taehyung was slipping into memories of his past couple of years of stardom.

As you looked at him with his head between his hands in shame, shoulders slumped, and eyes staring at the white granite countertop like he hated it, you realized something. Maybe Taehyung didn’t even like the mansion he spent more than your whole family’s life’s worth of salary on. Maybe he was ashamed of this place instead of proud of it. After all, just because this was his house, it didn’t mean it was his home.

“Have you ever wondered why my room looks so completely different from the rest of the house?” His words startle you from your thoughts. You didn’t even notice him taking his head out of his cradled position. But before you could answer him he continued.

“It’s because after they built the house it felt so.. Sterile. So lifeless. So… White.” He continued, seeming to regain some of his composure as he looked around the kitchen and over to the rightful placement of his grandmother’s rooster on the kitchen counter.

“I tried to liven it up with the art but that still didn’t cover up the blandness, and since I couldn’t justify redoing the whole house, I had them redo just my bedroom to make it how sober me wanted it. Now it’s the only place in this massive house that I truly can relax and feel at home.” Taehyung’s voice had considerably lowered in volume until he finally finished his confession in a whisper. “I think that’s also why I avoided living in this house for as long as I did before I met you. And even now that I do live here, I still haven’t brought myself to venture downstairs,”

A lot of things had started to make sense about Taehyung in these past couple of minutes. Like a glimpse of what he had been up to while he was on the road for so long and why you never had come across him when you first started your job here.

But also, lots of questions had been raised too. What drove him to party so much that he would black out and make such rash decisions? And why is it just now that he seems like he decided he didn’t want to be that kind of man anymore? What had changed?

You decide not to push him any further, as he tends to close up more when you try to pry.

Taehyung would offer you as much information into his private life as he saw fit if you just let him talk and didn’t interrupt him. Just let him let it all out the way he wanted to.

It seemed like he was in need of someone to be more of a confidant than a therapist, and for whatever reason, ever since last night, he had picked you to be that person for him.

Not that you were complaining in any way. No. This was much better than him jumping down your throat with insults or sexual innuendos. You would much rather take this kind of conversation with him any day. But it was tough to see him retreat into himself from time to time.

Deciding to lighten the mood, you offer your hand to him with a smile from his position on the stool. “Then let me give you a tour. Out of anyone, I think know this house the best. After all, I have been cleaning it for practically a year,”

Taehyung’s apprehensive look goes from your smiling face to your outstretched hand that’s beckoning him to stand up. You can tell he’s trying to assess if you’re being serious or not.

At this you roll your eyes. Of course he would be wary of your intentions right after he just confided in you. It’s like he doesn’t trust you or something.

Instead of waiting for him to take your hand, which quite honestly might have taken all day, you grab his hand off the counter. His skin on yours is surprisingly smooth and oddly very warm, his hand instinctively latching on to yours as you give it a pull to get him on his feet. The action seems to catch him off guard, but he recovers quickly.

Now with Taehyung back on his feet, you could hopefully take his mind off of his own thoughts and show him that the house he created for himself isn’t actually that bad. It’s actually a really cool house that has tons of features that could really use some love after going unused for so long. You actually were a little bit excited to show Taehyung everything his house had to offer now that you think of it.

It isn’t until you feel a slight squeeze on your hand to bring you out of your thoughts that you realize you were still holding onto Taehyung’s hand. You drop his hand from yours in sight embarrassment and walk to the two small hampers of dirty towels that you had used to clean the upstairs rooms of the house.

Taking one of the baskets, you begin walking in the direction of the elevator not bothering to wait for Taehyung to join you. “Chop chop, Tae. Last tour of the day leaves in two minutes and I’ve heard the tour guide waits for no one,” You say over your shoulder at the boy who’s still staring at you frozen in his place. “Oh, and take the other basket of laundry for me, will you? We can stop at the laundry room while we’re down there!”

It isn’t until the elevator dings and the doors slide open that Taehyung springs into action, gathering the rest of the laundry and making it into the elevator beside you just in time.

You look up at the boy next to you with a satisfactory grin as the two of you hold your respective laundry baskets in your arms. His face no longer trained into a look of regret, rather with what seems like joy.

You don’t know why, but something compels you to knock your shoulder with Taehyung’s to get his attention. “You know, I’ve always had an irrational fear of elevators,” You confess. It’s true. Ever since you were a little kid you were afraid of getting stuck and not being rescued, or a cable snapping and you falling to your death.

Taehyung looks down at you in a confused wonder at first, but then a second passes and he’s jumping up in the air, subsequently causing the whole elevator to shake in its descent.

Immediately, your right hand darts out to try to push Taehyung’s shoulder downward and prevent him from jumping, but he’s too large and the hamper in your left arm is doing nothing to help. A fit of giggles bursts out between you two as you begin to hit his arm and scold him for trying to make the elevator break down.

As the elevator slowly comes to a stop so does his jumping, and with the widest, boxiest grin, Taehyung looks down at you from his inherently taller viewpoint. In that moment of pure happiness you grin back up at him finding yourself wondering, not for the first time, why your relationship couldn’t have started off like this in the beginning. Completely unaware that at the same exact time, Taehyung just so happened to be wondering the same thing too.

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luving-hanni · 6 years

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Seventeen Reaction: s/o scolding them for picking on one of the other members

Comments: hey y’all. i havent been in a good mood lately, so this is gonna super short. i’ll add more when i feel better :)

Seungcheol: You called him over to the corner where you hung out during svt’s rehearsals. “yeah? y/n, you good?” he asked. You explained that you felt like he was teasing jihoon. He explained that he was’t actually teasing jihoon, but he apologized to you and him anyway.

Jeonghan: “I am sorry, but Seokmin and Seungkwan share a brain cell.” he said when you were done scolding him. He knew that you don’t put up with anything.

Jisoo: He would go apologize to the member you thought he was teasing to reassure you He’d never purposely pick on another member.

Junhui: Idk but if feel like this boy would lowkey fight you. The two of you would have a little tension for a few days, then he’d forget why he was upset with you and you would too. Things would be good.

Soonyoung: You saw that he was being super critical of minghao’s dancing. “Hey, go easy on him. he’s doing his best,” you ended his scolding with and Hoshi realized that he was super tough on him.

Wonwoo: He would give you his cold face, but understood where you were coming from. Sometimes you knew he had it up to here with gyu, but he still needs to be respectful.

Jihoon: “Y/N?! Why are you like this?” he’d cry out and start yelling at you. He was super stressed and he didn’t need your comments on top of it. After a day or two apart, he came to apologize and took you out to dinner.

Minghao: He’d get all poutty. You knew he knew better than to pick on chan. Everyone has been so stressed lately and everyone was snapping at each other. You didn’t have any problems calling a member out.

Mingyu: “I was picking on Wonwoo!!!” He whined back at you. “Kim mingyu, your behavior is unacceptable. Go apologize” you demanded at him.

Seokmin: Little ray of sunshine doesn’t pick on members. He always called you out for indirectly picking on a members.

Seungkwan: “Hey! stop being mean to Hansol! He’s your best friend” you yelled at him after Seungkwan said something to hansol. You could tell hansol was close to breaking. Seungkwan shot a look at you and you knew that you were in trouble.

Hansol: He was teasing jun, but it got out of hand. You knew when he crossed a line. After calling him to the corner, you explained why what he said was too much, he understood and went to apologize. all was good.

Chan: This never happened. Chan is too perfect to pick on another member. We love channie

#seventeen reactions #seventeen reaction #kpop fanfic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #admin lanlan

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kachulein · 6 years

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Mind giving me K-pop recommendations? Like, what got you into K-pop, who's your favorite, things like that? I want to try listening to it and I wanted to ask you, Kachu! Congrats on 800!! 💖💙

Aww thank you so much dear!!

First of all, Kpop is not just simply pop music, as the name suggests. Within the genre kpop are actually many different genres of music mingled and there’s something nice for (almost) everyone to find. I’ll give you some information about my favourite groups that might help you find what you could like. I will also link mostly title songs as they are the more popular songs and usually have a music video (kpop music videos are always very aesthetic btw).

Starting off with my ultimate favourite group Stray Kids. They are still rookies as they debuted in March 2018 but I’ve fallen in love with them and their music so much that I highly recommend you checking them out. They are a 9 member boy group with three of those members, Bang Chan, Changbin and Han (knowns as 3RACHA) writing and composing all of their songs. 3RACHA has been releasing pre-debut mixtapes on Souncloud throughout 2017 and if you like hip hop/rap music, you should definitely give them a listen. Some recs are:

Hellevator

District 9

Grow Up (try to listen & read lyrics without crying; you can put on eng sub on the mv)

Voices

My Pace

Awkward Silence

I am YOU

Get Cool

M.I.A

Mixtape#3 ‘For You’

Mixtape#1 ‘Placebo’ (my favourite songs of theirs)

Mixtape#2 ‘Even a shadow needs light to exist’

note: The songs with a ‘mixtape’ in front of them mean that they were originally track 3RACHA released in one of their mixtapes but they’ve been alternated and remastered into a ot9 Stray Kids version

Some 3RACHA songs:

ZONE

Start Line

Matryoshka

Broken Compass

NXT 2 U

Tik Tok

P.A.C.E

Placebo (I love the original version as well)

For You (^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^)

Runners High

MONSTA X is another one of my favourites and it was actually thanks to their song Hero that I got into kpop. It’s a great song with a beautiful music video and I highly recommend it. Their songs are usually very powerful bangers to get hyped to. Some song I recommend are:

Hero

All in

Stuck

Shine Forever

Beautiful

Fighter

Jealousy

Dramarama

Newton

Shoot Out

Another favourite of mine is BTS. I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of them already. They’ve been around for a while and gained worldwide a lot of popularity in 2017. They’ve changed their music style over the years but it shows that their music has grown with them. Some recs are:

I NEED U

Dope

Run

Fire

Save Me

Blood, Sweat & Tears

Spring Day

Not Today

DNA (their most famous song I believe but not their best imo)

MIC Drop

FAKE LOVE

IDOL

I’m Fine

Don’t Leave Me

Another group I definitely cannot miss is Seventeen. Their name is misleading since they are actually only 13 members not 17 (it’s still a lot though). The group is split into 3 sub-units, Hip Hop Team, Vocal Team, and Performance Team with each of those teams having a leader. The three leaders also created a SVT Leaders unit for their song Change Up. They mainly release ot13 songs with one of their members, called Woozi, being the main composer but they also released songs in their respective units. Some recs are:

Boom Boom

Check-In (Hip Hop Team)

Highlight (Performance Team)

Don’t Wanna Cry

Change Up (SVT Leaders)

Pinwheel (Vocal Team)

Clap

THANKS

Oh My!

Call Call Call

Getting Closer

bonus: Just Do It (by BSS a new sub-unit consisting of three members, however they only released this song so far)

Got7 is a groups under JYP entertainment just like Stray Kids and they are their seniors since Got7 has been around since 2014. They also have great music I highly recommend checking out:

Hard Carry

Never Ever

You Are

Look

Lullaby

Miracle

Day6 is under JYP entertainment as well but they are a bit different from the usual Kpop group since they are actually a band and play their own instruments. If you like rock music, I highly recommend them!!

Shoot Me

Beautiful Feeling

Somehow

DANCE DANCE

I Wait

How Can I Say

Congratulations

and since we’re already talking about about rock music, here’s some more groups whose music goes into the direction of rock to check out:

The Rose - BABY, Sorry

FT ISLAND - Take Me Now, Pray, Out Of Love, Lose, Hello Hello, Wind

Dreamcatcher - Chase Me, Good Night, Fly High, YOU AND I, What

EXO is a group that has been around since 2012 and even though they haven’t been very active lately, they still got a lot of bops that you could check out. They are under SM entertainment just like the next three groups I’m about to mention:

Overdose

Call Me Baby

Love Me Right

Lightsaber

Monster

Lotto

Ko Ko Bop

The Eve

Tempo

Love Shot

NCT are another group under SM. Their concept is a bit difficult because they are said to have an unlimited member count and they will be debuting more and more sub-units. NCT (as a whole) consist of 21 members as of now with 3 already existing units called NCT U, NCT 127, and NCT Dream and a fourth unit called WayV that is said to debut this month. Some recs are:

NCT U:

The 7th Sense

BOSS

Baby Don’t Stop

NCT 127:

Limitless

Cherry Bomb

Chain

TOUCH

Regular

Simon Says

NCT Dream:

We Young

We Go Up

Red Velvet and Oh!GG are two girl groups under SM Entertainment. They are both really nice and worth checking out. OH!GG is actually a sub-unit from the girl group Girl’s Generation, one of the most popular girl groups of the 2nd Generation. I hope I’m not messing up rn with the info lol. And Red Velvet is currently one of the big three girl groups.

Red Velvet:

Dumb Dumb

Ice Cream Cake

Russian Roulette

Red Flavor

Peek-A-Boo

Bad Boy (love this so much)

Really Bad Boy (what a bop)

OH!GG:

Lil’ Touch

Twice and Blackpink are the last two girl groups I’ll be introducing to you. They are the other two of the big three girl groups alongside Red Velvet and are very successful and definitely worth checking out:

Twice, an example of a cute girl group:

Likey

What Is Love?

Dance The Night Away

YES or YES

BlackPink, an example of a badass girl group:

Boombayah

Whistle

Playing With Fire

Stay

As If It’s Your Last

DDU-DU DDU-DU

The last group I’ll be mentioning is Big Bang, they are the Kings of the 2nd Generation of Kpop (if I didn’t misunderstand the whole generation stuff) and they released A LOT of great songs since they’ve been around since 2006. here are some recs I really like:

Bang Bang Bang

FXXK IT

Sober

Last Dance

Fantastic Baby

Let’s Not Fall In Love

GOOD BOY (GD x Taeyang)

Last but not least, I’ll list you some more songs from girl/boy groups and solo artists that I really like and find worth checking out. However, I try to keep it on the down-low since I could recommend and huge amount of songs.^^

Boy Groups:

iKON - Love Scenario, Killing Me, Bling Bling, B-Day

WINNER - REALLY REALLY, EVERYDAY

VAV - Senorita

TRCNG - UTOPIA (one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard)

VIXX - Fantasy

Pentagon - Shine, Runaway

SF9 - Fanfare, ROAR, Now Or Never

Girl Groups:

Pristin V - Get it

CLC - Hobgoblin, Black Dress

Weki Meki - Crush, La La La, I don’t like your Girlfriend

Gugudan - Not That Type

IZ*ONE - La Vie En Rose

(G)I-DLE - LATATA, Hann (alone)

Mamamoo - Egotistic, Starry Night

9MUSES - Remember, Love City

Solo Artists:

Sunmi - Gashina, Heroine, Siren

Chungha - Roller Coaster

Taeyeon (member of Girls Generation/Oh!GG) - I, Why

Hyuna - Roll Deep, BABE, Lip & Hip

IU - Twenty-three

Jay Park - Me Like You

G-Dragon (leader of Big Bang) - Untitled, 2014, COUP D’ETAT, Crooked

Jennie (member of BlackPink) - SOLO

Taemin (member of SHINee) - MOVE, Thirsty, Sayonara Hitori

This probably sounds confusing and like a whole lot, but don’t worry!! The main thing right now is that you find some songs to check out and the rest is some additional info to help you decide what to check out since it’s a lot.^^

#bastille-smedry #mutuals #ask #<3

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chanzicoup · 6 years

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A/N: I got this template from tenseoyong and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

A = Announcement.- How do you tell him and the world that you’re expecting?

It was right around his birthday when you found out you were pregnant so you decided that would be the present you would get for him, after all he didn't want anything other than to spend some time with you so he wouldn't suspect a thing. The day of his birthday he had one last rehearsal before he could be completely free so while he was at work you went to the store and grabbed a certain shirt. The shirt said "Always read the fine print." and the words "I'm pregnant." in teeny tiny print.

B = Books.- Did he read the books?

He would buy books but never read them, forgetting they were even there after like three years and then selling them online.

C = Cuddles.- Who cuddles the baby more?

He would play with the baby more but since you would be more of a calm person than he was, you would cuddle the baby more.

D = Daddy.- His reaction to being called Daddy and it setting in.

He would get all cocky, a smug smirk coming on his face as he boasts about how handsome/pretty the baby is going to be because they have him as a father.

E = Empty.- Who goes to the store when you guys run out of supplies?

Y'all wait until the very last second to go to the store, meaning you guys go like every month or so and just buy in bulk so neither of you would have to go for a while. You both would go because there is just so much you guys get at once.

F = Feeding time- Who does feeding time?

He's another dad that'll turn eating into a game but while the baby is still young he'd feed them a bottle while swaying back and forth to music, probably making the baby spit up a bit every now and then.

G = Grumpy baby. - Who is better at dealing with a grumpy baby?

Jun would be better at distracting the baby when they are in a bad mood or at the doctors getting a shot meanwhile you are really good at putting the baby to sleep or quieting their cries when they wake up in the middle of the night.

H = How?- how many kids does he want?

Maybe just one, but if you two just so happen to getting pregnant again he would be as happy as the first baby.

J = Jokes.- best dad joke?

He doesn't have any good ones bc none of them ever make sense.

K = Kisses.- His favorite place to kiss the baby.

He bites their ear, but not with his teeth but with his lips so that he doesn't hurt the baby.

L = Little.- How he feels when he holds the baby for the first time.

He is a giggling mess and he is practically giggling with joy the moment the doctor hands the baby to him after you had just given birth.

M = Mommy.- what does he call you?

I feel like he'd wait a while to have kids so you guys are past the point in the relationship when you guys have silly pet names for each other so he'd call you "yeobo" (which is basically a term for 'sweetheart' but only for married couples)

N = Nappies.- who deals with the really bad diapers?

He would be the one doing it but that would be his job since the baby doesn't fuss as much with him.

O = Onesies- Who likes to dress the baby in ridiculous outfits?

I feel like Jun would dress the baby up in traditional Chinese clothing often such as for holidays or special occasions. I don't think it'll be silly but it's just really cute how he wants his baby to be exposed to their father's culture at an early age.

P = Pet names- names he calls the baby.

His "little dumpling" because they have those chubby baby cheeks.

Q = Questions.- How many questions does he ask the nurse?

None really. He tends to google a lot and then learn from experience.

R = Rely- what is the biggest thing you rely on each other for?

You both would enforce your native languages in the household, wanting your child to learn as many languages as possible.

S = Sleep duty. - who gets up when it’s really late at night?

You would. He would only wake the baby up more.

T = Trepidation.- fears as a new parent.

He's afraid that his child will feel pressured by him to become immersed in the culture their father has, he just wants his child to be proud of their heritage.

U = Ultra sounds.- His reactions to the ultrasounds.

As a reminder of the pregnancy announcement, Jun blows up one of the ultrasound pictures and puts it on t-shirts for you and him, making extras for your and his family and the svt members, who are very excited to be uncles might I add.

V = Values.- what is the most important value he wants to teach your child.

He wants his child to learn dignity, and that they shouldn't be ashamed of something that they love.

W = Water.- Who gives the babe the baths?

He would, it's like a mini water park with him and the baby.

X = X-mas- what do you guys plan for the holidays?

He would have a field day dressing the baby up as a little elf and he clad in a Santa costume but without the itchy white beard. He would set out mistletoe and purposefully step under it with the baby so then you would have to kiss the both of them.

Y = Yelling.- How many fights do the two of you get in?

Fights would mainly happen before the birth because you have raging hormones and Jun is stressed with trying to get everything ready for the arrival of the baby, most likely your water would break while you two were yelling and you pull Jun's hair when he's driving to the hospital.

Z = Zoo- How crazy is the house after the birth?

It's not really crazy but the baby would be one who loves making a mess out of something that you or jun just cleaned up, such as freshly folded laundry or put away toys.

~Blake

#svt #kpop #svt imagine #kpop imagine #svt reaction #kpop reaction #svt scenario #kpop scenario #svt jun

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thekidultlife · 7 years

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Adagio Cantabile | Woozi College AU

Words: 9227

Genre: Porn with Plot or Plot with Porn?? (generally fluff with a mix of angst and smut); Enemies to lovers

(Because of Ep 7 of Going Seventeen, Change Up, now Pinwheel, I’m falling for Woozi more and more. He’s just too handsome. Anyway, this contains pretty obscure musical terms and I may or may not be correct in using them because I just got them from the net wiki and my own experience and before I started doing SVT fics, I used to write about music because I really, really love classical music and I often go to orchestra concerts annually. Well I hope you like this~)

“In case you’re becoming deaf or blind, Y/N,”

You rolled your eyes as your strutted down the lobby of the College of Music in Seoul National University, fury seething from your rigid figure.

“Let me tell you that, that D sharp is not a fucking fortissimo.”

Hate. Hate was the only thing you would describe the student conductor for the Annual Gala Night. You hated him with every fiber of your being as you gripped on to the score of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 3 in D minor on your hands.

“’In case you’re becoming deaf or blind, Y/N’… well, fuck you!” you repeated his words with a mocking tone, walking towards the nearby dorms and seeking out the sanctuary which was your room.

“Where the fuck are you looking?! Look. At. Me. Y/N!”

You could still hear his voice buzzing in your ears which was making you more livid than ever before. He shouldn’t have embarrassed me in front of the whole orchestra! Fuck this! Fuck him!

Brashly inserting your keys into the doorknob, you slammed the door open and shut it at the same manner; leaving no care for those who are unfortunate enough to hear you angrily knocking things over. You tossed the loose scores on top of the black baby grand piano in the middle of your tiny living room (which was already filled with the large mass of the instrument) and plopped on your poor excuse of a sofa without much grace.

You were quiet for a second. Then, you were not.

“FUCK YOU, LEE JIHOON!”

Lee Jihoon might or might not have heard someone screaming how he was such an asshole but, not like he did care. He was so used to being hated by every musician in Seoul National University that he had grown immune, or, he might not have given any shit in the first place. What was important was the Annual Gala Night which will be held three months in the future and time was running out. He, the conductor, the orchestra members and the concert pianist were already chosen a year before based on school performance and scores were given six months prior—this gave no one the opportunity to excuse himself with lack of time and practice.

Because of this, Jihoon expected a well-seasoned performer not a shitty second-rate, a poor excuse of a pianist. Not that his description had any bias; it just so happens that the concert pianist was his greatest rival in the whole universe. Jihoon shared classes with you because he had piano as a minor degree and you were there just to show how you were so much better than him in the piano.

Yeah. He knew he was being an asshole. But it doesn’t matter.

Jihoon made for the comfortable bed at the far side of his bedroom, near the window. He hadn’t had any good night’s sleep since he began studying the score for Piano Concerto No. 3 and he felt especially entitled for an afternoon nap after that shit of a first rehearsal.

But no. His brain was wide awake. Had he taken too much coffee this morning?

“Fuck this,” Jihoon muttered; staring at the expanse of his cream colored ceiling and praying to the higher beings to let him sleep for once when he needed it the most.

As if on cue, Jihoon could hear the faint musings of a piano floating with the late afternoon sunlight and he never felt a song so appropriate to the ambiance of his room that he thought for a second that someone might be playing for him.

“What’s the title of this song again?”

It was an involuntary whisper; he was not even aware that he had said something yet he knew it was good—really, really good that it had calmed his nerves at once as if it was morphine. He felt the melody wrap around his senses, dulling them and then trapping him into a dream-like trance. Jihoon didn’t care though. If it was the only thing that could make him sleep, then so be it.

1 year ago

It was literally one of the best nights of your life—the party was lit, your date whom your friend Soonyoung suggested was no less than perfect—you were enjoying the night away after getting the role of concert pianist in next year’s Annual Gala Night. Nothing could make you happier that day.

“Congrats, Y/N! We knew you’d get it!” a fellow piano major, Junhui gave his salutations to you as he swayed with flashing lights and the booming music, the ever-changing lights gave his blond hair various hues every ten seconds. “You’re the best in our year after all!”

“Yeah sure. If you’re tone deaf, that is.”

A familiar stingy voice emerged from the crowd and you just groaned, knowing who it was. Yet you would not let anything destroy your absolutely perfect night, especially not him.

“Bitter, aren’t we Lee Jihoon?” you replied with equal amounts of sass and you simply looked at his frowning figure standing by your mutual friend Soonyoung, who you knew was a dance major.

“In case you missed it, I’m actually selected as the conductor. So, I’m not exactly bitter, Y/N,” he remarked as he shot an eyebrow at your glaring eyes. “Better be prepared next year. I’m quite a demanding conductor.”

He stalked away after imparting his final words as if on cue and you just pursed your lips together, humoring his natural hate towards you. You haven’t actually done anything wrong towards him, yet he just despised you and you were logical enough to return it.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. He’s kinda on the edge lately…probably not having enough girls to fuck,” Soonyoung, who was left behind, offered consolation and you smiled at his concern.

“I still wonder why you and Jun are friends with that jerk,” you said with a scoff, swirling the red cup of alcohol on your hands.

“Nah. What’s actually weird is that he dislikes you so much. He’s just grumpy on the normal,” Jun exclaimed, and then running off after spotting another dance major, Minghao entering the stage.

Right on cue, your date for tonight Jinwo appeared right behind you and Soonyoung knew he had to bail out. So he gave you a congratulations and went to where vocal majors Seungkwan and Seokmin were.

It was truly a beautiful night. Everyone was having fun including you. Jinwo proved to be quite an awesome companion—laughing at silly things, trading inside stories about how you beat Lee Jihoon’s ass during that one recital, and doing goofy things one after another. You two just clicked together. You decided on that night that you were going to say yes when he asked you on a date another time. You were happy, ecstatic, with a heart full of laughter and lightheartedness.

Well, that is, until Lee Jihoon ruined your night as easy as breathing.

“Seriously, Y/N? Him?” he asked with a disgusted look as he refilled his cup with cocktail by the buffet table. “Who knew you’d stoop so low just to get a guy?”

“Excuse me, Lee Jihoon. What do you even know about Jinwo?” you defended with arms on your waist and a brow shot high on your forehead. Jinwo was beside you, glaring at the brown haired man who had a mocking smirk on his face.

Jihoon simply eyed at your date and then scoffed as if he knew something that you don’t.

“You don’t know, Y/N? He’s like dating one girl from every department in our college,” Jihoon grinned after continuing; amused at how you were wide eyed and speechless.

Yet Jinwo simply looked enraged that time as his face flushed red and gave you the cup of vodka he was holding. Your date took a step closer to Jihoon who didn’t even flinch when the taller guy seized his collar.

“Say that one more time, you fucking bastard!” Jinwo dared and you knew Jihoon was going to do it just to provoke him. So you moved to stop Jinwo’s arm from hitting Jihoon’s face even though you wouldn’t mind it.

“Jinwo, stop!”

You were shouting at him yet his fist was faster than you could have imagined. Jihoon got squared in the jaw and the fight erupted soon after. Jihoon was hitting Jinwo with an intensity you never imagined he could and the taller man was surprised at how the other was so intent to kill him.

Afraid that it would transform into a bigger fight, you called for the host, Choi Seungcheol who quickly separated the two. Jinwo was still thrashing around, held on the arms by Kim Mingyu as he was brought outside of the venue until you can’t see him from the crowd of onlookers. Jihoon, with a cut lip simply stood beside Seungcheol with an arrogant composure as he fixed the collar of his sweater.

You were still in the middle of shock when Jihoon grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the party. He must have said something to you yet you weren’t really listening to anything anymore. At your grasps, you had everything you wanted in your life then it all came crashing down because of one single guy who was now guiding you down the street towards your dormitories. You had realized this and halted in a screech.

“What the fuck is your problem with me, Jihoon?” you weren’t shouting, more like you were getting tired of his unexplainable shit that it all came into one exhausted question.

“I don’t like you. You know that,” he replied nonchalantly, without turning to look at you.

“And so?”

“So, what?”

“Did you know that you just ruined my entire night? I was having a blast! I got a main role in the Gala, my date was the best I had for two years, and I had friends congratulating me! But what did you do? You fucking picked a fight with Jinwo! Can’t you just leave me alone?”

He was silent under the dark shadows of the elm trees on the sidewalk yet you weren’t really waiting for an answer. You walked pass him; having enough drama for one night and strode straight ahead to your dorm.

You knew he was gazing at your retreating back yet he stood there motionless in his spot until you turned at the curb.

“Where the hell is that asshole?” you hissed to yourself after tuning the piano with the whole orchestra.

Apparently, Jihoon was late for practice and this was the first time it happened. Normally, he was right on schedule and he would scold anyone who would dare appear late. You never tried to, though it was somewhat tempting to piss him off yet for the sake of everyone, it was better not to provoke the conductor. You were broken from your reverie when you heard the auditorium doors swung open and out came marching a panicky Jihoon who had his scores messily gathered in a folder and his baton sticking out from his pocket.

“Sorry I’m late. I assumed you would have finished tuning so let’s begin with the 35th measure of the second movement,” he blurted out rapidly as he climbed the stairs and to his podium right beside you. He assumed position without even catching a breath, raising both his arms with a baton on his right hand as he said, “Alright. Let’s begin.”

“Stop. Stop,” the brunet conductor slammed his baton on the music stand and sharply turned to you, who looked both confused and wounded. “You are supposed to play in the background! Can’t you tell that you’re being too loud?!”

You grit your teeth at him as you shot daggers with your eyes. You tried to remind yourself not to go along with his outbursts yet you just couldn’t let it go without defending yourself.

“How would I know what you want when you keep on scolding me like that? Can’t you just tell me normally that you want me to play pianissimo in this part? That’s the problem with you! You keep things to yourself so how are we supposed to play like you want us to?!” you retaliated as you sat up from the piano bench and marched towards him.

“You should know what to do by now! How many times have we practiced this piece since last week?” Jihoon narrowed his eyes at you and then continued. “Or maybe you don’t want to follow what I say because you’re that much of a show off? Why don’t you just fucking play solo? You don’t need the orchestra!”

His words bit you so cruelly that you were simply rendered speechless and warm tears pooled from your eyes and fell down to your flushed cheeks. You held on to your fists as you bit your lip; trying to contain the emotions which were welling up from inside you.

“I hate you so much.”

You cursed under your breath and then escaped from the stuffy auditorium so that your jerk of a conductor would no longer witness how his words scarred your self-esteem.

Jihoon dragged his body from the front door towards his bedroom and upon reaching the comfy mattress, he allowed himself to fall into its soft comfort face front. Today was the worst among all the shitty practices he had in his life and it was not helping his headache nor his insomnia.

What he needed right now was that song.

If he could hear it one more time, he vowed to himself to give his neighbor some gratitude for helping him calm down. It was the reason though why he woke up so late in the morning and thus, almost missing orchestra practice yet he didn’t care. Nothing could make him sleep so soundly, however, without it, Jihoon was cursed to replay the events that happened just half an hour ago in his head.

The image of you crying was burnt into the back of his mind. The tears running down your cheeks and the words you told him had widened his eyes and tug on his heart and when you made a run for it, Jihoon felt too exhausted to continue the rehearsal and dismissed everyone.

You should apologize to her. It was his conscience calling him yet his pride was pulling him not to.

A man shouldn’t make a lady cry. Jihoon bit his lip and gave a defeated groan against the comforter. So what if some of his pride was crushed? He did accuse her of things she wasn’t and she was hurt by his words.

He must have had that line of thinking when the song began playing again from the other room and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep; lulled by the gentleness of the melody.

3 months ago

He shouldn’t have come here.

“Jihoon! Your turn!”

He could hear Soonyoung forcing him to swallow the shot of soju on his hands and he was too tipsy to even whine a refusal.

He shouldn’t have come here.

“Wow! How many shots have you taken, Y/N?”

“I dunno. Close to ten, maybe?”

Jihoon could hear the reason why he was in that drinking party in the first place and he couldn’t even formulate an insult at his condition.

Fuck this. Fuck my life. Fuck Y/N.

Hm. That wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

No. Bad Jihoon.

“Y/N! Could you take care of Jihoon for me?

It may be Soonyoung talking or something. He saw you looking hesitant at the request.

“Are you insane? He hates me, I hate him!”

Yeah kinda. But he was just too drunk to say that he can take himself home even without your help. Jihoon simply slid down the floor; looking at your general direction and mesmerized by your actions.

“I know you won’t kill him, so just take him home please! I’ll treat you with anything you want after!”

“I’ll make sure you treat me with some expensive shit.”

Jihoon wasn’t really paying attention anymore to the conversation and the next thing he knew, you were holding him by his arm and dragging him down the street to the dorms. You were cursing and complaining about everything as he slumped his head down; mind muddled up with the scent of alcohol and your perfume.

“I can’t believe such a puny guy can be so heavy! Jesus Christ!” you grumbled as you towed him over your shoulders; realizing that the dorms were just too far away. “Dammit Jihoon! Walk, for fuck’s sake!”

“Sorry…” he muttered and then tried to walk, in which he barely succeeded, nearly toppling both of you to the ground. “Am…shorry…Y/N…sho sorry…”

Somewhat surprised that he was apologizing to you, you haven’t uttered a single word; afraid that anything you would say would sober up the demon inside him. Upon arriving to his front door, you struggled to fish for the keys Soonyoung gave you before he disappeared with a random girl on his arms.

“Jihoon, where’s your bedroom?” you asked the brunet hanging by your side as you flicked on the lights of his dorm.

“O’er there…” he replied, pointing weakly at the door beside the grand piano and so, you continued to drag him until you gently laid him to his bed.

“Shit. I feel like my arm’s gonna fall off!” you exclaimed as you sat beside him and stretched your upper body. You had completely forgotten about Jihoon for a moment and had a small heart attack when he suddenly tugged your shirt to get your attention; half-lidded eyes and red cheeks met yours.

“Sorry…sho shorry…didn’t…mean to,” Jihoon repeated again and again as he feebly sat up; seizing one of your hands and gently massaging it. “Good…?”

You stalled for a few seconds until you remembered how to breathe and then stuttered to answer him. “What…what did you say?”

Jihoon frowned slightly and then started to press on your muscles harder. To say that you were absolutely confused about his sudden behavior was an understatement—you were completely baffled and weirded out. Lee Jihoon wasn’t supposed to be soft. He was the devil incarnate; a little gremlin—you often described him. He doesn’t know how to apologize to you, much less show a little gratitude or affection. He’s as bitter as his favorite black coffee and as cold as his permanent narrow gaze.

Yet here he was, massaging your tired hand as a way to recompense.

“Good…Y/N? Am…I…goooood…now?” he asked for reaffirmation and you nodded at him slightly; still somewhat stunned and you thought you couldn’t become any more astounded than you are currently. Yet when he gave you a small warm smile; his dimples showing and his eyes forming an eye smile, you thought that all of that night was just a dream.

“You’re…um…doing great. Tha-thank…you,” you mumbled and then stumbled on your words when Jihoon gave you a bright grin; cuddling on your shoulder right after.

“I’m happy…so…so happy,” he whispered solemnly. He had ceased on massaging your hand, instead, he simply held on to you tightly as if you might run away. You would have under normal circumstances, yet everything that night was not normal. Jihoon smiled…the world might be ending tomorrow.

“Have…to practishhhh…Y/N….shorry…tessst tomorrow,” he suddenly changed avenues and shifted on the bed yet he was too weak to do abrupt actions, so he simply remained on his position but continued mumbling anyway.

“You can’t. You’re shit drunk, Jihoon,” you scolded, however you didn’t attempt to move him in any way; afraid that the brunet might cling to you more.

“Have to…be…besssht…have to top…” he replied with a meeker voice than before. “Or they…they…won’t…I…can’t…shtuddy…no more,”

“That’s…um…I—”

“Mother…Father…scoldssss me…doesn’t like…me not…best.”

“You’re already great. Better than me actually.” Good thing he’s drunk.

“No, no. Y/N…Y/N’s good…really, really…good. ”

“This guy, really…you shouldn’t go to drinking parties when you get drunk so easily.”

You sighed and faced him; placing the hand which he was not grasping, on his head as you began to gently pat him. He seemed to like your gesture and nuzzled closer to your neck as if he was a child. Or your boyfriend. Ok. Y/N. Just because he turned soft on you for ten minutes, you’re now having weird thoughts. He might be Romeo when drunk but still Jihoon the gremlin when sobered up.

“If he’s just a bit nicer, it wouldn’t be weird if I did have a crush on him.”

Jihoon couldn’t exactly recall what he had seen or heard that night. All he could remember was a melody playing on the piano; his piano. His thoughts were too scattered to realize that nobody should be playing on the piano because he lived alone and never gave anyone a duplicate of his keys, yet it didn’t matter. The song was nice—it suddenly became his favorite tune—lulling him to a paradise where his parents appreciated his work, where he wasn’t pressured to succeed and where he had a nicer relationship with you.

When a few streams of sunlight flashed upon Jihoon’s face the next morning, he felt like a train had hit his head last night and his mind was like a collection of jumbled ideas and images. He was staring at the ceiling yet he couldn’t recognize that it was indeed the ceiling he was looking at. Then the next thing he knew, he was on the sink; emptying his stomach.

“I shouldn’t have gone to that fucking party.”

“What’s this?”

Raising a brow, you took the sticky note off your door and read it more closely.

“’Liked that piece you played on the piano. Slept well ‘coz of it. Thanks.’ Well, what a way to start a day!” you exclaimed and inserted the note on your piano scores with a grin on your face. At least you were in a better mood to ignore your conductor’s rants.

Since your first class was around one in the afternoon, you decided to take a good bite at the nearest sandwich shop. You were in a good mood after all.

Ordering something like a chicken panini or whatever, you happily munched on a booth nearest to the window; your sheet music sprawled on the table for you to review the certain parts that needed your attention.

“Wait, what? A pianissimo after a series of octave jumps?” you whined as you took a bite on your lunch, chewing as you imagined how the piece would go. “C’mon! I have Rachmaninoff on my plate!”

“Why? Can’t you have Liszt and Rachmaninoff at the same time?”

You choked on your chicken panini when you heard the voice you wanted to hear the least; snapping your head in front of you and meeting his tired gaze. You automatically reached for your bottle of soda and drank the contents of your mouth down your throat.

Jihoon sat on the chair in front of you without giving any sort of preamble and just watched you panicking because of his unexpected presence. His hands eventually reached for your music sheets and helped you arrange them back to your folder.

You got more and more weirded out as you saw him help you clear away the table and by the time you were done, you sat back on your seat slowly; watching him with a confused expression.

“So…um…what brings you here?” you asked with hesitance; still wondering why he wanted to talk to you in the first place. “Is this for the rehearsal? The assignment in music theory? Or…um…chicken panini?”

The brunet conductor shook his head at all three of your questions and then suddenly retracted as if he had said something wrong. “No wait. It’s…yeah, it’s about the rehearsal. The other day’s rehearsal…”

“The other day…” you repeated his words and scrunched up your brows in confusion until you finally remembered why you went home crying in middle of your last rehearsal. “What…what about it?”

Jihoon gazed at you for a few seconds as if trying to scrutinize what you were feeling that moment before closing his eyes to collect himself. After some time, he opened them once more and then began to speak.

“I…well…I’m—I’m s-sorry. I said things I shouldn’t have…and, um…I made you cry, so…” Jihoon clasped and unclasped his hands as he struggled to spit out the words. “It’s against my conscience to make girls…no, um…rather, you cry. I don’t want you to cry…”

You honestly thought you were still asleep—there was no way such a day would be so good to you. You didn’t even want to breathe or blink, or Jihoon might disappear in front of you; so you sat as still as you could.

Yet Jihoon was not planning to stay a bit longer. As soon as he blurted out what he wanted to say, the brunet dashed out of the sandwich shop faster than you can react and you were left there standing and staring at his retreating back.

“What on earth am I supposed to feel?”

1 month ago; Leeds, United Kingdom

Leeds International Pianoforte Competition.

Your hands were sweaty as you stepped a foot into the lobby of the competition’s venue with the music score on your hands. It wasn’t your first time entering a contest abroad yet the Leeds was one of the biggest competitions you had in your entire life and you knew you can’t just screw it up because it means a great deal to your future career as a classical musician and—

“Would fucking hurry up, Y/LN? Unlike you, I don’t want to embarrass myself later.”

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted as you were shoved away by Kim Jaehwa, another competitor from your university which seemed to be more hostile to you than Lee Jihoon simply because you refused to date him back in first year. Not wanting to stress yourself before the competition, you moved pass him yet the other simply clicked his tongue and gave a mocking laugh.

“What? Can’t seem to taunt back?” Kim Jaehwa called out from your back yet you simply rolled your eyes and continued walking. “Hey! I’m still talking to you, Y/LN!”

Proceeding to walk without any care, you ignored the shouts of the idiot behind you. You only stopped when you heard Lee Jihoon’s voice which was definitely weird because you knew he was back in South Korea doing god-knows-what. You turned around immediately, only to be greeted by the image of the smaller Jihoon arm-locking Kim Jaehwa.

“Better go elsewhere, buddy. Or I might break every single bone in your hand right now,” Jihoon muttered to the guy as you simply stood there watching in awe.

Luckily, Kim Jaehwa was smart enough to run away because you knew Jihoon would definitely break his fingers if he would try to retaliate. So, breaking out of your initial shock, you placed your arms over your chest and began questioning the other person in the lobby.

“Mind if I ask why you’re here?” You arched a brow and he gave a careless shrug.

“Why? Can’t I?” Jihoon smirked and you sighed in exhaustion. “My competition in Germany is already over, so might as well watch you embarrass yourself.”

“Thank you for your unwanted concern, Mr. Lee. I better go and embarrass myself now. Goodbye.”

You turned around and walked towards the backstage slowly with pursed lips, leaving Jihoon alone to his own devices.

“I’ll be waiting for your mistakes later. Be careful with those runs and match with the feelings of the piece!”

He still warned you though. Fucking perfectionist. Yet, you smiled for the first time that day.

And when the conductor raised his baton parallel to his chest, in one breath, you began.

Piano Concerto No. 3 in C major, Op. 26 by Sergei Prokofiev

It begins with a slow andante clarinet solo; soft and mysterious and then gradually followed by the orchestra in the same slow tempo yet suddenly turns into a fast-paced movement with the piano entering immediately—also in fiery tune. With the whole orchestra clashing into one another in a threatening unrest, the piano almost in a battle with the orchestra. Reverberating low chords, tolling melancholic bell-like tunes, rapid movement mimicking a chase, strings foreshadowing a struggle about to unfold—it was as if the whole symphony was telling a story.

While Jihoon has higher standards than the highest mountain in the world, yet with you playing, you managed to go even beyond that. He can feel his whole body quivering in excitement as the notes kept on jarring with each other; forming an overall sound which made his eyes widen in exhilaration and anticipation for more.

It was a difficult piece. Just by hearing it, Jihoon knew that it was not a piece you can easily defeat in just a few days. The fingering techniques needed for those rapid piano movements interspersed with one another, for short, your hands were on top of one another while moving up and down the keyboard.

It was a performance which took him into a different realm…this is how Y/N would perform…this almost otherworldly performance…it resonated inside him.

Fuck.

That day, Lee Jihoon became afraid of his feelings.

3 months later; Seoul National University Auditorium

“Ahhhh. I feel so nervous!”

You could hear Kim Mingyu, who was contrabass one whining at the farthest end of the backstage and you simply sighed; trying to expel all the tension building up in your body. It was the Gala Night and everything which you and the whole orchestra had rehearsed would be tested and heard by everyone tonight. It was a night that would decide what comes after university.

“Alright, listen everyone!” The conductor, Lee Jihoon shouted as he stood above a wooden crate so he could be seen by everyone. “I won’t say don’t be nervous because you never listen anyway. However, this is it. This is our judgement day, our day of reckoning. Perform like it’s your last concerto and remember to be careful. I know we are all here for a reason. Let’s show those people why.”

You nodded yet continued exhaling breaths to control the shaking on your arms. God, you hated that feeling. Everyone dispersed with a calmer atmosphere and went back to reviewing the scores however, your eyes were still trained to Jihoon’s that he had immediately noticed your gaze. He got off the wooden crate and walked towards you with a substantive expression which scared you.

Both of you never really had a decent conversation after Jihoon had apologized that day in the sandwich shop. Rather, he had grown somewhat on guard every single time you were around and he would limit his interaction with you as business-like as possible. You wondered if you had done something wrong because why is Lee Jihoon, who insulted you in every opportunity he gets, suddenly became so silent? It felt both unnerving and empty at the same time. You did miss fighting with him.

When the brunet finally came up to you, you weren’t really prepared to say anything. Instead, you just stared at him as if waiting for him to begin and so he did.

“So…um, how should I say this?” Jihoon stuttered as he scratched the back of his neck as the suit suddenly made him feel stuffy. “Even though I told you many times that you’re not that good of a pianist, I know that um…you…y-you—”

“Oh stop it Lee Jihoon,” you broke off his words with a groan and sighed. “I know it’s hard for you to compliment me, so just say what you want in the language you’re most comfortable with, because you being this weird is really, really frightening.”

Jihoon blinked at you for a few times until his apprehensive expression turned into his rare dimpled smile that made his eyes look like tiny upside down crescents and showed his small but sharp canines

“Alright. I’m looking forward in watching you embarrass yourself up there. Try not to be too excited,” he mocked you yet his tone seemed to be teasing rather than offensive.

“If I embarrass myself, you go down with me. Remember that, Mr. Conductor.”

“Then, remember to look at me and go with the feelings of the piece.”

“Since when did I find it difficult to look at you?”

“What? What did you say?”

“Nothing. C’mon, it’s our cue.”

As you made yourself comfortable in front of the grand piano with your stunningly exquisite golden gown, you glanced down on the ivory keys. Tonight, they are both your ally and your enemy as you battle with fate, with chance, with your body and your mind.

Under the glaring overhead lights, the whole orchestra stood before the expecting audience. Lee Jihoon had picked his baton with controlled composure and placed a glance at you. Nodding at him, you took a deep breath and a small prayer before he waved at the orchestra to begin.

Piano Concerto No. 3 in D minor, Op. 30—Sergei Rachmaninoff

The first movement begins with allegro ma non tanto revolving around a beautiful, almost song-like melody; diatonic in nature. It then fully dives into a B-flat major key as the first theme—trotting gradually to a loud development section which opens with toccata like quavers in the piano and reaches a loud chordal section. It was emotion brewing; hidden under layers of notes and cadenzas as if it was an ode to life’s complexities. The climaxes were ferocious especially in the cadenza and morphs into a quiet wind and brass solo section. The first movement ends with the piano restating the first theme alongside the orchestra, and concluded with a rippling coda; a nostalgic retrace of the second theme.

As the second movement had set off filled with its heavy romantic thoughts, you recalled that this piece was one of the hardest to play in the whole world and it wasn’t a concealed fact that you had cursed, complained, cried and suffered during the whole three months of practice. The violins rolled in with the movement’s second theme as the orchestra accompanies the soliloquy of the piano. You glanced at Jihoon in front of you, guiding the orchestra to the masterpiece of the night. He must have sensed you watching him as you pressed your fingers on the chords and he turned to you with a small smile.

When the second movement had ended and the piano had continued to the final movement with a cadenza-esque passage nonstop, the mood of the auditorium was immediately charged with your quick and vigorous attacks on the piano; the brass section adding flair to every note. However, the final movement diverges from a regular sonata-allegro form and Jihoon had precisely informed you during rehearsals to be careful with the unconventional development which was a long-winding digression using the major key of the movement’s first theme. It was much easier for you after that, with the recapitulation of the original themes building to a toccata climax much like the first movement. As the conclusion draws near, the sweat in your brow was falling down your cheeks as you pressed four-note rhythms in a victorious and passionate melody in D major as the orchestra accompanies you through the end. Your hands and arms were quivering as you felt the vibrations of the music well up your emotions and with a final notes on the piano, Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto in D minor completed with tumultuous cheers and applause.

Two years of failed auditions, one year of anticipation, three months of general rehearsals and tonight it had all ended.

You, for a moment, had muted out your surroundings yet when Jihoon finally tapped your shoulder to stand up, you immediately averted your gaze towards his eyes. He gave you a wide grin which you were secretly fond of as he clapped with the audience.

“Wasn’t that perfect really. You made a mistake in the first movement yet I’ll excuse you for tonight. You did great,” Jihoon had whispered to your ear as he guided you to the backstage to get a glass of water and the standard bouquet of roses.

“You really love to pick on me, don’t you?” you replied with a huff after downing cold water down your throat.

“No, I just don’t like you. Better prepare for an encore, by the way.”

“Wait, what?”

“You forgot? It’s tradition.”

When you got back on stage as the audience clapped once more, you were cursing Lee Jihoon silently for not informing you that concert pianists needed to do encores during Gala Nights. Feeling rather unprepared yet having no choice, you sat in front of the piano and decided to play something you knew by heart.

As you began with a sweet yet calming melody reminiscent of a quiet afternoon ambience, the whole crowd suddenly became quiet and the buzz from the excitement earlier had gradually died down. You were playing the main tune on your right hand and simple arpeggios on your left with a serene smile on your lips. Despite being instrumental, the piece you were playing was closer to a song—an adagio cantabile.

Jihoon who was standing just at the mouth of the backstage, felt his breath stop momentarily as his ears heard the notes you were producing on the piano. He felt confused, moved, astonishment and an assortment of emotions which he couldn’t describe any longer.

Fuck.

“It’s her. It’s her all along,” he muttered under his breath.

As your encore had finally ended, you gave a bow to the audience and shook hands with the concert master before walking back to the backstage for your long awaited rest.

Jihoon was still there in the same position and when you finally walked pass him, he had grabbed your arm and whisked you away from the oncoming barrage of orchestra members.

“What the hell is it again, Jihoon?” you asked with a bewildered and slightly annoyed expression. “You’re so difficult to understand!”

“And you’re always barging into my life!” he replied with the same tone as yours.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s you! You’re—”

“Jihoon.”

You would almost roll your eyes at the person interrupting your discussion when you felt Jihoon visibly freeze on his spot. When you turned to place a glance at the newcomer, you immediately understood why.

“Father. I—”

“You disappoint me, Jihoon,”

The first words which came out of his fathers’s lips stung to the deepest recesses of his being like poisoned thorns. And you simply stood beside him like an idiot, watching the events unfold.

“I’m sorry. I did my best so…” Jihoon heard his voice going smaller and smaller and his words choking him on the throat.

“Best? Tell me again that you did your best when a company or conservatoire approaches you after the concert. No one did, am I right?”

“Father…um…”

“I shouldn’t have let you study music when you’re just going to slack off.”

Unable to just observe the scene in front of you, you walked in front of Jihoon’s father with courage you never thought you had.

“Excuse me, sir. I may be intruding but I just want to point out that Jihoon never slacked off. He gives everyone hell but he gives himself something worse than hell. So for the sake of us who suffered under him, please retract your words.”

Jihoon’s father simply looked at you with the same cold gaze Jihoon had yet you grew immune to that certain hard stare that you were not by the least intimidated.

“And who are you?” the father asked, his tone harsh.

“Just some pianist. But that’s not the point. Please retract your words, sir because Jihoon was never a disappointment. He has won tons of awards and he will be working in Europe after we graduate!” you defended him with an intense glare before taking a breath and began talking once more. “He’s the most hardworking person I know that he even wants to practice even if he was dead drunk.”

Jihoon simply glanced at you with wide eyes and his mouth ajar, wondering how the hell you knew so much about him. But before he could ask you, his father had beat him to it.

“Let me ask you again. Who are you?”

You grit your teeth because you knew what he was asking for. He wanted to know who you are in Jihoon’s life yet that was a question you don’t know the answer to. He was neither your friend nor your worst enemy any longer. He was not your conductor because the Gala Night had just concluded. Jihoon was just a schoolmate and a friend of a friend yet you were defending him in front of his father.

That is if you continue to deny who Jihoon really is to you.

“I’m…I’m…I, um…wait—no, Jihoon is…Jihoon is someone I care about a lot. So Mr. Lee, please retract your words because it invalidates all of the efforts he did and struggles he had while studying music.”

You answered resolutely as you pursed your lips; waiting for an answer.

“I still think Jihoon has disappointed me tonight,” his father replied as he glanced at Jihoon who was staring at the concrete floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, and then looked back at you. “But, I will acknowledge that he had been working hard. Just like you said, Ms. Pianist.”

Jihoon’s father turned around and began walking towards the exit but before he disappeared in to the door, he had called out to Jihoon who twitched at the sound of his name.

“You should pick better friends, Jihoon.”

As the older man had gone off the backstage, you heaved a long sigh and placed your hands on your hips.

“We’re not even friends, for Christ’s sake!” you exclaimed however, instead of replying Jihoon simply seized your arm once again as he dragged you out of the auditorium and towards the compound of dormitories just far ahead.

“You need some explaining to do Y/N,” he told you as he pinned you on the door to his room; eyes boring through your soul as he stared at you intently.

“What? What are you talking about?” you replied as your brows knitted in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb with me. Tell me how you knew about my parents,” he demanded and you simply arched a brow at him, silently surprised.

“I…well, you told me…when you got drunk during Soonyoung’s birthday party and I had to drag your ass back to your dorm room,” you replied slowly as Jihoon simply gave you a puzzled look. “You…you don’t remember, do you?”

Jihoon stared at you blankly for a while as he tried to processed what you said and compare it to what little memory he had that night. Moments later, you didn’t need to be told that Jihoon had finally realized that you were telling him the truth.

“Fuck. This is so embarrassing!” He grimaced but you simply shrugged.

“Well, what’s done is done. So can you let me go now?” you asked yet he snapped back at you again and you just had to give an unamused frown.

“I’m not done yet.”

“What is it now, Jihoon?” You groaned as you sighed; rolling your eyes in irritation.

“I should be the one irritated here. Have you had any idea how much you messed up my life?” he asked you and you stared at him incredulously.

“Wow, bro. So it’s my fault that your life is shit? Excuse me, Jihoon, you may not notice but you’re the one who keeps pissing on my life!” you replied, your blood beginning to simmer.

“Good that you noticed how I’m trying to get rid of you from my life but you keep on coming back that I don’t know what to do anymore!”

“Alright, Lee Jihoon. It’s your time to start explaining.” You pressed a finger on his chest as you shot daggers at him with your glare. “Why the fuck are your trying to get rid of me when I have no fucking idea what I did wrong? Tell me! Did I say something offensive to you? Did I physically hurt you? Did I hurt your chances of dating other girls—”

“YES—!”

“For the love of God, Jihoon—what the fuck did I do? Shit. Did I make you seem uncool during class or some—”

“Would you just fucking shut up—”

You were shouting at each other for a moment, then the next thing you knew was the feeling of his soft lips pressed roughly on yours; his hands cupping your cheek as your eyes dilated in shock. Jihoon moved and slightly angled himself to gently nibble on your lower lip as your breath hitched at the sudden action. He must have realized your surprise when he pulled away and gave you a tentative look before nuzzling his head on your neck.

“I’m never going to think of someone else as much as I think of you. It’s your fault. No one’s gonna be better than you, nicer than you, funnier than you or prettier than you. No matter what I do to make you leave my mind…insulting you, ruining your day, teasing the hell out of you, but it’s all just making me feel like shit,” he mumbled on your shoulder as you closed your eyes to digest everything he had said.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I swear this guy…!

“Lee Jihoon?” you called out his name softly with restraint and he hummed in indication that you had his attention. “Someday, I fucking swear I’ll hit your head on a concrete wall. But for now I just want you to kiss me.”

As soon as he heard your words, Jihoon immediately left your shoulder and gave you a look of surprise. However, you didn’t have time for that and simply yanked the collar of his suit and pulled him towards you for a kiss.

It didn’t even took much for Jihoon to reciprocate as he again nibbled and licked your lips, earning a gasp from you which he took as an opportunity to insert his tongue in your mouth. His hands travelled to your hips as yours went around his shoulders; fiddling with his brown hair.

Playing with your tongue, he pressed his hips against yours and definitely felt his half-hard member grinding against your thigh. You left out a soft mewl as Jihoon pulled away from your lips and went in for your jaw and down to your neck; placing butterfly kisses here and there. He ghosted his lips on your pulse point before leaving marks that you wouldn’t care if it would stay until tomorrow.

One of his hands left your hips and opened the door behind you, letting both of you inside his room. Jihoon kicked the door shut while giving your collarbone a variety of nips and bites up until the upper part of your chest as you held on to his head, moaning every time he sucked harshly on your skin.

“J-Jihoon…ahh…the afterparty…Soonyoung might—”

“I don’t care. I wanted you for so long and no one’s gonna stop me.”

He then pulled you into his bedroom where his hands found your cheeks once more and gave you a long-drawn kiss as you hummed happily against his lips. Jihoon snaked his way to the zipper of your dress and pulled it down to get your bulky clothes off of you and pushed you down on the bed. As you hit the soft mattress with only on your underwear, you could immediately get a whiff of Jihoon’s scent on the sheets as the real Jihoon standing in front of the bed, discarded his coat and shirt and hovered over your sprawled figure.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jihoon whispered as he bent over your neck and peppered small kisses which eventually turned to licks and harsh bites.

“Jihoon…”

His name escaped your lips as soon as he began to touch your bare breasts; licking your nipples which hardened against the cold temperature of the room. He pinched and sucked as you cried out his name; your hands on the back of his head, messing his soft but messy brown hair. One of his hands then moved to your hips and then to your inner thighs, stroking the sensitive skin. You felt the wetness between your legs drench your underwear as Jihoon caressed your body more.

Without giving much warning, he pinched your clothed clit and your breath hitched in surprise, however, he continued to play with it, making you grasp on the sheets to control yourself. Impatiently, Jihoon pulled your underwear off and knelt down between your legs as he began to kiss, then suck on the skin of your inner thighs. You wanted to close your legs together instinctively however, he was holding you at the back of your knees that you couldn’t do anything but arch your back and exhausted your throat with breathy moans and gasps as Jihoon latched on your clit; ruthlessly sucking.

“Fuck! Jihoon…god! Your tongue feels so good…”

Screaming, you held on to his head as he ate you out; pushing a finger in and out of you which made you pull on his hair lightly. Eventually, you reached your own climax as your body quivered and shook at your own release. Jihoon hummed pleasantly as he lapped on your juices while you cried out his name over and over again; proud that he was making you feel good. He then sat up and wiped his cheeks which were glistening with your own juices; licking his hands clean as he gazed at you and only you.

“Did that feel good, baby?” he asked you, smirking as he placed chaste kisses on your cheeks and forehead and then chuckled at how helpless you looked. “But I’m not done with you yet, Y/N. You think you can handle rough?”

“Wha-What the fuck…Jihoon—”

“Of course you can, right? You’re the only one who can handle me.”

Your half-lidded eyes widened at his suggestion as excitement filled your lower half once more.

“Alright. On your knees, baby,” he ordered and you instantly followed; secretly exhilarated on what was about to come.

You shifted on the bed with your ass high on the air as your arms supported your upper half. While you were doing that, Jihoon finally pulled both his pants and boxers down as he pumped his erection at the sight of you. You could see on your peripheral view that he was bigger than you had expected him to be and you were slightly frightened with how much he would stretch you out.

Jihoon approached you from behind and caressed your ass as he slid two digits into your still sensitive pussy. You mewled when Jihoon pulled his fingers out as quickly as he pushed them and instead rubbed his shaft against your lower lips; his cock grinding against your clit. You could hear him chuckling behind you.

“Damn it, Jihoon. Stop teasing and fuck me already!” you cursed; having enough of his playfulness.

However, instead of following you, he merely bent down by your ear and whispered. “I’m sorry. What did you say, Y/N?”

You bit your swollen lips as Jihoon continued to grind himself to you; deciding long before that you needed him so much that it doesn’t matter if you begged.

“Jihoon…fuck. I need you. Please, please fill me up with your cock,” you pleaded; letting out a silent moan as he did not waste any time filling you up, his dick stretching you out.

Waiting for you to adjust to his size, Jihoon placed small kisses on your back, oftentimes, sucking on your skin and giving you kitten licks. However, when you finally told him that it was okay to move, Jihoon pulled and thrusted into sharply; making you scream on the pillows that smelled so just like him. His pace was relentless—fast and rough thrusts into you as he rubbed circles on your clit; grunting every time you tighten up for him.

“You…feel…so good, baby. I wanted…you…for so long,” he breathed in every word as he pushed into you; filling the room with the sound of skin slapping and your sweet cries of pleasure.

When Jihoon shifted and altered his angle, his cock had brushed against your sweet spot that you didn’t care anymore if other people could hear you two fucking. Your voice was long hoarse yet you couldn’t help but scream when he pounded into our G-spot ruthlessly.

You felt your release building up as Jihoon continued to overwhelm you with pleasure until you collapsed on his pillows, crying out his name as your climax washed over you. Jihoon on the other hand, felt himself fall on the edge as you tightened around him; making his thrusts erratic. After pounding into you for a few more times, he finally pulled out and came on your back with his loudest groan.

Being so exhausted, you have never even realized that you had drifted to sleep until you stirred from your slumber. You felt an arm snaking around your waist as another body was nuzzling on your hair and for a moment, you panicked at the foreign sensations, however after remembering what had happened earlier, you simply sighed in relief and turned around to Jihoon who you never thought would be capable of cuddling.

You simply watched him sleeping for several minutes until his peaceful face contorted into an annoyed frown.

“Y/N, stop staring at me and just go to sleep,” Jihoon scolded you with a gruff voice and placed his head back on top of yours; breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“Jihoon I have a question.”

“Make it quick before I fall asleep,” Jihoon mumbled almost unintelligibly and you shrugged, knowing he would really fall asleep.

“Before your dad arrived, what were you about to tell me that time?”

“Huh? Ah…I just realized that you were actually the one who was playing that song after all this time. I really liked it.”

“Song? What…what song?” you finally replied with a rather small voice.

“You know, that one that goes like…”

Jihoon began to hum the tune of the song he was talking about and you realized then and there that he actually has a good singing voice.

“Oh that. I composed it a long time ago and I would play it when I feel really stressed.”

You could feel Jihoon hum an acknowledgement and you knew he was slowly drifting off. So, you went to tell him what you wanted to say before he falls asleep.

“Y/N, just be quiet already.”

“Hey. If I wake up alone here, I swear—”

“I won’t leave you alone, okay? We have a date tomorrow so shut up already and sleep.”

You shot a brow up as a small smile perked up on your lips.

“I want to eat ice cream tomorrow. Remember that,” you remarked and buried your head on his chest.

Jihoon smiled as he thought of ice cream parlors that you might like to go tomorrow before he had finally fell into slumber.

Admin Hyeri

#seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen scenarios #woozi #lee jihoon

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ahnjaera · 7 years

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My favourite male K-pop dancers (aka GODS).

Ten (NCT)

I recently re-discovered this sweetie and he’s the reason why I’m doing this list. I already knew him (since NCT U debuted), and I was in love with his solo song (Dream in a Dream), but I wasn’t aware of how amazing this boy is on every level until now. I hope he comes back soon, as of riGHT NOW. Well, it’s never too late to make an appreciation, so here it is:

Hoshi (Seventeen)

What can I say about this beautiful little man? He’s a great dancer and an amazing choreographer. Honestly, I think I should put all of SVT members in this place, but Hosh is the best among the best, so...

Shownu (Monsta X)

Well, when I first saw Shownu in the Hero MV I thought ‘Damn, boy, you must be the main dancer’. And I was right. I inmediately became obsessed with him for many reasons (u know what i mean). I have probably watched every dance practice, every fancam focused on him, and every video where he appears dancing, and I never get tired of this talented man.

J-Hope (BTS)

I love this Spaghetti man! What can’t he do? I freak out every time I see him dance, and I’m always afraid he might break himself. No, seriously, one of the best dancers out there, for sure:

Zelo (BAP)

My first k-pop dancer from my first k-pop group! And also my first bias. This little big boy is like my first k-pop love, and he has a special place in my heart for that. His skills never cease to amaze me, and I remember how shook I was when I saw him do this in One Shot:

Jungkook (BTS)

I still cannot believe how fast our Kookie has grown up... Every time I see him move, my heart stops beating. Really, I can’t help falling in love with this adorable baby boy. He’s called ‘golden maknae’ for a reason...

Jisung (NCT)

Speaking of disrespectful kids... What a discovery! NCT’s full of surprises, and I’m so disappointed in me for not noticing sooner. Anyway, this boy has a bright future, I can see that. All I’m asking is for SM not to waste his talent.

Donghae (Super Junior)

As you may have noticed by my avatar, Donghae is one of my biases, and being a great dancer I couldn’t not include him on this list. To me, he’s the king of sexiness, and that sexiness increases when he dances. This man is a gift from the gods!

Eunhyuk (Super Junior)

And continuing with the list of sexy dancers, we can’t forget our dancing machine! Eunhae is probably the most iconinc dancing duo in K-pop, and no one can’t deny this man is attractive af when he’s on stage... and off the stage too, but let’s be honest, he belongs there!

Seunghoon (WINNER)

Wonderful dancer? Yes. Cute and sexy af? Yes. Underrated in every way? Sadly, yes. He’s my bias in Winner, how could he not be? I think this guy has so much potential, and yet YG keeps neglecting him (and the whole group). Please, let this amazing man shine as he deserves!

Dino (Seventeen)

Another exaple of the greatness of Seventeen. I said before that I wish I could include the group as a whole, because their synchronization is no joke! But I’ll only inlude the two members who are, in my humble opinion, the best dancers. Our baby Dino can do basically anything in this world, and we should appreciate him more. And also... Damn, he’s grown up well!

Donghyuk (iKON)

Speaking of underappreciated people... If it wasn’t because I’m into iKON I wouldn’t even imagine how good of a dancer Donghyuk is. Please, YG, stop ignoring talented people! Let’s take a minute to contemplate this piece of art:

Hoya (former Infinite D:)

I’m not over the fact that Infinite lost this wonderful human being... They are another exaple of overwhelming synchronization, and they’ve shown they still can do well without their main dancer, because Dongwoo is no joke either, and the rest of the members are amazing too. But honestly, the dancing skills of this man were from another planet. I still love Infinite though, and certainly I still love Lee Howon.

Jongup (BAP)

If you combine 50% talent and 50% sexiness, you get this man. And that’s exactly what God made when he created such an angel. My early years into K-pop were a constant struggle between Zelo and Jongup to reach the top of my bias list. Just in case you’re curious, Himchan overthrew them both eventually, but that’s another story. What matters now is that this boy is what heaven looks like:

Lay (EXO)

And here we have another angel fallen from the sky. Okay, every time I remember Lay is the only Chinese member left in EXO, I beg SM to not screw up again. Honestly, this man is also pretty much underrated and (I hate to say this) overshadowed by Kai (whom I love, but let’s be real). So here’s my appreciation to our lovely dance machine:

Yugyeom (GOT7)

I’ve just realised I may have a thing for maknaes, and Yugyeom is no exception. He’s my bias wrecker in GOT7 and because of that I have a love/hate relationship with him... No, not really, the truth is I completely love him! For God sake, look at him:

Taeyong (NCT)

Okay, okay, Taeyong, I get it. You have me, so stop trying to make me love you. You win. I’ve been sleeping on this dancing visual GOD for way too long, and I think it’s time to give him what he deserves: love and recognition and admiration. How couldn’t I see how wonderful he is? And I hope everyone stops hating on this little sweet pumpkin right now!

Kai (EXO)

Speaking of dancing kings I tend to ignore because I think they’re too popular... I said that Lay usually gets overshadowed by this cute ballerina, but that doesn’t change the fact that our dance king Kai is still a KING, and he deserves everything good in this world. Just let’s love everyone the same (at least that’s what I try to do).

Taemin (SHINee)

And if we talk about kings, we can’t forget the king of the sassy dancing maknaes! Everything related to SHINee hurts me a lot right now, and we all know the reason... But we need to appreciate what we still have. That way we’ll honour what we tragically lost. Keep it up, Taemin, you will always be one of a kind!

Taeyang (BIGBANG)

And last but no least (quite the opposite, actually), it would be a crime not to include another dance god. I first saw him in the Wedding Dress MV, when a friend showed it to me. I wasn’t a K-pop fan then (I barely knew what K-pop was), but I remember I was amazed by the choreography (and the story, of course).

Finally, I’d like to make clear that obviously there are many more great male dancers in K-pop, and I’m probably missing some of the essential ones, which is unforgivable, I know. But I wanted to include only those whom I enjoy the most watching, those with whom I became obsessed in the past, or I still obsessed with (most of them...), so this list is NOT objective and I DO NOT mean to say that these 20 boys are the only good korean dancers. They are my favourites and I just wanted to give them the recognition they deserve.

Thank you for reading! <3

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sassysavagesanha · 6 years

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Get to know me tag????

Tagged by @blueberrybins sorry this took ten million years I had it started as a draft right when you tagged me I just never got around to finishing it bc life got busy but its done now!

1) 5 favorite groups? why must you hurt me this way??

Astro

Seventeen

Day6

B1A4

Nine Percent/UNB/Weki Meki/a billion others don’t make me choose

2) Top 5 on your bias list? (no particular order)

Jeonghan

Dowoon

Sanha

Chen Linong

Sandeul

3) Ult Bias group and why you love them?

Astro!

These dorks will always have a special place in my heart because they were the first kpop group I ever got into. They pulled me in with their lovely voices, chipper songs, awkward acting (tbc anyone?), and lovable personalities. Honestly they are all such hardworking people and they put everything they have into creating content for their fans and thinking about us everyday. I guess the main thing I love about them is how genuine they are in everything that they do. Also they are huge memes

4) Ult Bias and why you love them?

Jeonghan!

I debated a lot about my answer to this (some may even say I debated too much) but I eventually came to the realization, that while I still love Sanha with my whole heart, I don’t have quiet the same attraction to him that I do to Jeonghan. Sanha is like my child and I want to love, protect, and see him grow into a wonderful young man, but Jeonghan is already a grown adult.

But enough about Sanha this is about Jeonghan. Honestly where do I begin? I’ll be honest but what first drew me to Jeonghan was his hair. It was an eye catching look and really made him stand out in a group full of talented people. That said, I’m still really happy with his short hair and I am convinced that he can not have a bad hair style because everything looks good on him. But he is more than just his hair. He is an incredibly smart and innovative person when he wants to be and I just love that the majority of when he wants to act on those traits is to mess with his members. Its the way he shows he cares about them and its so cool that he wants to share his love by making people smile. This is gonna get too long so I’m gonna stop, but just know that I also love his voice, style, and that he is a deeply layered person.

5) Favorite Kpop Meme

6) Favorite pic of your ult? (I dare you to only pick one)

I really like this picture becasue this was one of my favorite hair styles, Pretty U is my favorite Seventeen song, and I just really like this shot with the umbrella

7) Favorite Kpop MVs

Spring Day - BTS

Only One - UNB

Hi, Hello/I’m Serious - Day6 (just all of every day6 tbh)

What’s Happening? - B1A4

Rain - KNK

Flame of Love - Taemin

8) 10 Favorite Kpop songs? ( no particular order because that is ha r d )

Pretty U - Seventeen

Lie - Astro

Goodbye - 2NE1

Wind - FT Island

Re-bye - AKMU

Beautiful Target - B1A4

I Need Someone - Day6

My I - Jun & The8

Sorry - The Rose

Hot Potato - N.Flying

9) Favorite Kpop crack video?

Either https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxL0gDskL84 or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mV6KKnJ8jTs because both of them never fail to make me laugh

10) Favorite content creator(s) within the fandom?

tbh i’ve been absent from tumblr for so long idk who even does what anymore so @snibnoom @jinwoostro @vonseal I guess? You all make content right?

11) What fandoms would you say you’re an active member of?

Pretty active member of Aroha, but I’ve been hyping up Nine Percent and UNB a lot lately too...

12) Take your top 3 biases- fmk

....I hate this

F - Dowoon

M- Jeonghan

K- Sanha

I really want to marry Jeonghan, and I don’t want to do the sex with Sanha (or any of them really) so I married Jeonghan and killed Sanha and Dowoon got fuck by default

13) If you could be best friends with any idol, who would you choose?

So many to choose from! Tbh I’d have to go with Sei or Sandeul for very different reasons. I choose Sei because Sei and I share a similar personality and she is someone that I could see sharing a quiet moment with but also having fun when we felt like it. I choose Sandeul because it would never be a dull moment with him and I would love to hear him sing in person.

14) If you could date any idol, who?

Tbh I don’t really look at an idol and go “wow I would date them!” most of the time I just don’t see us working out or I would much rather be friends than have any personal relationship with them. That said, essentially the only person in all of kpop that I can see myself having even a slightly successful relationship with is Joshua.

15) What’s one Kpop album you think everyone should have listened to?

Sunrise and Moonrise both by Day6 because Day6 can’t make a bad song and I can’t choose between those two albums.

16) Are you a soft or a hard stan?

I am the softest stan. Just give me soft couch cuddles and butterfly kisses and leave the hard stuff to other people.

17) An idol that makes you go into soft mode?

DOWOON, Kijoong, Sanha, NONGNONG, Guanlin

18) An idol that makes you want to smash the empire state building with one single punch?

Jun (Svt) becasue that boi is rude and soft at the same time and I can’t handle it

19) Favorite vocalist?

SANDEUL I mean have you heard him sing?????

20) Favorite Rapper?

Most of my favorite songs are ballads or lack in significant rap portions so I’m just gonna say Young K just for his rap in Hunt because I don’t really have a strong opinion

21) Favorite dancer?

Euijin or Feeldog all of performance unit

22) Things you have in common with your ult?

We both tease the people we love as a sign of affection and we both like to sleep

23) The most beautiful trait any idol can have?

A thoughtful personality with a dash of playfulness

24) Songs that will always make you jam along?

Voodoo Doll - Vixx

Damdadi - Golden Child

I.P.U - Wanna One

Just Do It - BSS

Mind Control - Top Secret

Jelly - Hotshot

Hero - Monsta X

Ei Ei - Idol Producer

What’s Happening? - B1A4

O Sole Mio - SF9

Don’t Tease Me! - SPEED

Black Suit - Super Junior

How People Move - AKMU

I Don’t Like Your Girlfriend - Weki Meki

I’m just gonna stop myself here, but just know that there’s about ten million more I didn’t mention

25) Your worst wrecker?

JUN

26) Any kpop concerts you’ve been to?

I wish fam

27) Favorite choreo?

No F.U.N - Seventeen because umbrellas and suits and kingsman

28) Favorite live performance?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KiW1Xuxa7k or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEE0pPXoSdQ because the duality

29) Favorite debut mv?

Feeling/Sense - UNB

30) Recommend a rookie group

UNB PLEASE GIVE THEM LOVE AND SUPPORT AND STAN ALL THE GROUPS THEY COME FROM

31.) A kpop song you could listen to every day for the rest of your life?

Solo Day - B1A4

32) Tag some cute mutuals you’d like to get to know better (and to do this challenge)!

@mingews @parkminhyuk @jinjinxed @binnieheart @assstro @sanhatation tbh i’m just tagging random usernames at this point so hi! do this if you want to or don’t ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#tag #hecken long i'm sorry

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imagineproduce101 · 7 years

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Jung Sewoon Mafia AU

tysm to @ohkaypopthis as usual coming thru with the amazing a1 plot ideas wow what a legend

*the actual fic is under the read more bc it’s long as hell and i’m not tryna spam people on any of the tags yikes

you gasped, trying to catch your breath momentarily before hurtling yourself off of the building’s roof, landing hard in an open garbage dumpster, the bags just barely breaking your fall

“(y/n)-ssi,” jung sewoon, a high-up member of the 101, your own group’s absolute rival, called from the top of the building, staring down at you with cold brown eyes, “i just want to talk with you, i’m not going to hurt you.”

“bullshit,” you muttered, clambering out of the dumpster

you hadn’t trust jung sewoon’s charming voice and easy smiles when he’d first approached you inside the convenience store where you worked part-time, and you still didn’t trust him now

“(y/n), this is your last warning,” sewoon’s velvety voice said, a tinge of something much harsher in it, “stop running away and talk with me. i can get you out of SVT.”

you just groaned and hopped down from the dumpster, wincing in pain

your body already hurt, and so all the physical activity wasn’t really helping matters

“Fine.”

you glanced up in shock at the total 180 sewoon’s voice had taken, hard, steely and calculated

“taehyun, go.”

there was a loud bang, and you let out a scream as something grazed your arm, adrenaline immediately thrumming through your body

“you fucking shot me?” you yelled furiously, feeling your head start to spin

“I told you, that was your last warning.”

the last thing you heard before you blacked out was that voice, gripping your consciousness with a cold iron grasp

the first thing that you noticed when you finally came to was how fuzzy your head and mouth seemed

“how are you feeling?

that familiar velvety voice pierced through the hazy fog in your mind, and your eyes fluttered open

you were in a hospital room, a few men staring at you

one of them was obviously a doctor, and one of them was jung sewoon

“you just can’t leave me alone, can you?” you managed to croak out despite your incredibly dry throat

sewoon just chuckled and handed you a water bottle after opening it swiftly

“we have a proposal for you.”

you eyed sewoon suspiciously after you’d taken a few sips

“who exactly is ‘we’ and what kind of proposal are we talking?”

sewoon sighed, glancing at the doctor, who frowned

“fine, i’ll take the hint,” the doctor grumbled, shuffling out of the room

“thanks, gunhee,” the other guy accompanying sewoon chirped, before bursting out into giggles

sewoon just sighed and grabbed a folder, handing it over to you

“i can’t move my right arm, dumbass,” you snapped, glaring at the reason why your arm was covered in bandages

sewoon just smiled at you and opened the folder, showing you the files inside

it was full of intel on you-- your family, how SVT had blackmailed you into joining and how you struggled to even barely support your family

“(y/n), you need help,” sewoon said firmly, levelling you with a stare

you looked back at him defiantly, not wanting to admit that yes, you did need something, anything, to get out of SVT

“SVT uses you as a pawn, nothing more,” sewoon continued, pulling up a chair next to your bed

you tried to ignore the heat that was taking over your cheeks, glancing down at the papers in sewoon’s hand to avoid his intense stare

“the 101 can help you, (y/n),” sewoon continued, “we’ve seen your abilities so far-- your talents are wasted on these low-level missions that SVT has been assigning you, and they’re far too risky for you.”

“so what are you proposing, mr. confident?” you retorted

sewoon leaned back in his chair, satisfied knowing that he’d already won half the battle

“stay in SVT for now,” he said, “i’ll check in with you frequently, and you’ll inform us about what jobs they are taking on, their focuses and such. when the time is right, we’ll transfer you to a 101 division that keeps you out of the path with SVT. we’ll also have a few members watch your family, keeping tabs and making sure that they’re safe.”

you considered his proposal, flipping through the papers that sewoon had handed you

it was an enticing proposal, but in all honesty, you were scared, not for yourself, but for your family

“(y/n), I’m fairly powerful in the 101,” sewoon’s velvety voice interrupted your musing, “I can arrange for some our best members to watch your family. they’ll be safe.”

you looked up at him sharply, a bit perturbed by how well he was able to tell what you were thinking

“fine,” you nodded, handing the papers back to sewoon, “let’s do this.”

working with sewoon wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be

you were definitely nervous about being caught, but sewoon only checked in with you once every two weeks, and was cautious about it

other than that, you continued on your usual svt tasks, while collecting information about jobs, new recruits and plans to sewoon, who passed it on to the other members of the 101

the check-ins became somewhat of a welcome routine

sewoon would always ask how you were doing, and bring you your favorite ice-cream if he knew you were having a particularly bad week

the two of you developed something akin to a friendship, the two of you sitting at your dining room table, chatting about whatever

it was during those late nights that you started noticing just how charming sewoon’s smile was, and just how soothing his presence was

you didn’t want to admit it, to yourself or to anyone else, but you were slowly falling for sewoon

you knew it was a dangerous path to go down, especially since you weren’t completely free from svt

however, you did your best to ignore your feelings and focus on the job instead

one night, you received a rather cryptic text message, asking you to sneak into seungcheol’s office and to steal a flashdrive

you were able to deduce that it was sewoon, and you quickly mapped out your plan in your mind

as quietly as you could, you snuck into seungcheol’s office, carefully easing the door open

you knew exactly where the flashdrive would be-- in the second drawer of his desk

stealthily, you made your way to the desk, taking extra care to slowly open the drawer

“well, well, well, (y/n).”

you whirled around as the lights flickered on, revealing seungcheol standing in the doorway to his office, a raised handgun pointing at you

“s-seungcheol-ssi,” you managed to stammer out, hand instantly going to where you kept your own gun

“don’t even try,” your boss replied, lip curling up in disdain

he gestured, and two other members of svt appeared behind him, one of them roughly grabbing your wrists and tying them up with a thick piece of rope

you struggled momentarily, panicking at the thought of what might happen, but you were restrained before you were really able to resist

a blindfold was pulled over your eyes, and you felt something-- possibly duck tape-- being wrapped around your ankles

someone picked you up unceremoniously, prompting another wave of muffled screeches and squirming about

“now, now, (y/n), hold still,” you heard seungcheol croon, before someone petted your hair gently, “after all, we have a certain ritual for those who betray us, don’t we?”

you squirmed even more at that, knowing exactly what that ritual entailed, and it wasn’t pretty

you felt yourself being set down on another seat, presumably in a car, if the sounds and smells were any indicator

as you tried to get your hands free, a thought passed through your mind-- what if this was the night that you died?

“head for the pier, mingyu, the pier,” you heard seungcheol growl from next to you

the command made you think of something--your cellphone

in a stroke of laziness, you’d programmed it to respond when you said “hey, phone”, and then you’d be able to ask it to do whatever you wanted

“hey, phone,” you blurted out, smiling when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket

“what was that?” seungcheol snapped

“I said, you should call jung sewoon. this is his mess, not mine,” you replied, hoping that your phone picked up the “call jung sewoon”

sure enough, your phone vibrated again, followed by a second vibration to signify that he’d picked up

“like hell I’m calling jung sewoon, what am I, an idiot?” seungcheol growled out

“I dunno, Seungcheol,” you said, thinking quickly, “you said you were taking me to the pier, right? Hasn’t the 101 beat you in a shoot-out there before? It’s like, 101 turf now, so won’t you be starting shit?”

“Shut up, (y/n)’

you fell silent again, hoping that sewoon had gotten the message-- and that he even cared enough to do anything about it

a few minutes passed, and the initial nervousness of the whole situation turned into a weird passive panicking emotion that you were unfamiliar with

when you felt the car stop, you felt your heart race a bit more, knowing what was to come

maybe this really was the end, you thought to yourself

in one swift motion, seungcheol yanked the blindfold off of you, and you blinked your eyes a few times to get accustomed to the bright light

“get out of the car,” seungcheol said roughly, yanking you up

you stumbled to follow him, barely able to walk due to the restraints on your feet

“see this?” seungcheol asked, shoving you forward over the edge of the pier, so that all that was keeping you from falling was his tight grip on your shoulders, “this is where the rats who don’t understand loyalty end up. like you.”

“choi seungcheol,” you heard a cold, steely, familiar voice

both you and seungcheol turned around at the same time, and you gasped, meeting the gaze of those familiar cold brown eyes

sewoon stood at the beginning of the pier, a few others from the 101 flanking him

“give (y/n) up, and we can settle a deal,” sewoon said sternly, eyes darting from you to seungcheol and back

seungcheol smirked at sewoon and the others from the 101, tilting his head back slightly

you felt your heart race even faster, recognizing the sinister, pure evil expression on his face

“jung sewoon, did you really think that you would get the best of me?”

“let (y/n) go, you bastard,” sewoon growled, lunging forward

in one swift motion, seungcheol shoved you over the side of the pier, and you screamed in horror as the icy cold water hit you

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die, was all that you could think as you thrashed around in the cold water, feeling your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen

then suddenly, there was warmth against your neck, your back as you were yanked upwards, and oxygen flooded your lungs again as you gasped for breath

“(y/n)!” sewoon’s rough voice entered your ear, harried and panicked. “are you okay?”

his hands quickly went to undo your gag before undoing your hands and feet, allowing you to tread water

you were exhausted, and it took all your energy just to cling to sewoon as he began swimming towards the shore

the exhaustion from the night made you hazy as sewoon helped you stumble onto shore, weighed down by your wet clothes

“they ran off when they saw we had backups, boss,” another member of the 101 ran up to you and sewoon, panting heavily

sewoon nodded, accepting the large jacket from him and draping it over your shoulders

you were trembling, your teeth chattering from the cold of the frigid water

“(y/n), are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice now a warm, soothing tone

his eyes pierced into yours, a much softer coffee now

you nodded mutely, tears pricking at your eyes as the memories of the night rushed back to you

sewoon stared at you for a moment before pulling you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you

you rested your head on his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he rubbed your back comfortingly

“(y/n), i’m so, so sorry about tonight,” he said quietly, his voice a quiet rumble, “i didn’t think about the implications of that flashdrive, and if i could go back in time and change my decision, i would. i care about you so much, and i’m sorry to have put you in harms’ way.”

you felt him press a tentative kiss to the top of your head, drawing the dry jacket closer around your shoulders

you pulled away from him, hastily wiping your tears before looking up at the taller man

you’d always been one for impulsive decisions, and this certainly wasn’t an exception, you thought to yourself as you leaned up to kiss sewoon on the lips

he gently brought a hand to your waist, holding you closely, as though he was afraid of breaking you

and as the two of you stood there, freezing cold from the icy water, you felt a new kind of warmth spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes

if this wasn’t cohesive/didn’t flow well, it’s because it didn’t; i wrote it in like three different chunks over a four month period yiiiikes

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