#sick hajoon

[fairyniceyeah]

🌹 Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now

Title from Angel (The Rose)

Summary: Hajoon starts feeling sick at night and is unable to leave the bathroom. Loneliness and guilt plague him as Jaehyeong is focused on the panicked Woosung whose emetophobia Hajoon triggered. Companion piece to 'Cause everybody fears the one.

CW: emeto, guilt

Sickie: Hajoon/Dylan Caretaker: Dojoon/Leo

Hajoon had been feeling energetic all day. They had had band practice, a song writing session and filmed two Tik-Toks. He had enjoyed every part of the day and even cooking together with Dojoon, who was not that great of a help in the kitchen as he thought he was, had not dampened his mood. Everything had been fine.

That was why he was so confused when he woke up feeling hot and sweaty in the middle of the night. At first he thought it was because he was sharing his blankets with Woosung, who tended to run hot. The group had been shocked when Woosung came down for breakfast a few days ago, shivering from head to toe even in his thick sweater and sweatpants. Damn broken heating that had left their leader miserable and tired all day. So of course Hajoon didn’t mind sharing. If only it wasn’t so hot.

Yet, as - without warning - his stomach lurched, he realized he had a whole different problem on his hands. He didn’t have time to care about anything but getting to the bathroom; so he pushed the blankets off himself and made a run for it. He managed to close the door behind himself before he fell to his knees in front of the toilet. His knees ached from the fall, but all he could care about was the way his stomach churned. He gagged and then everything came rushing up his throat, taking the air from him. Placing one elbow on the toilet seat, he rested his head in his hand; the other wrapped around his stomach.

Luckily the spell didn’t last long and he managed to sit back and flush the sickness away. Sweat was plastered all over his body, his shirt sticking to his chest and hair dipping into his eyes. Worse, his stomach still felt unsettled and now he was shivering from head to toe. Any hopes of this being just a one-time thing vanished and he resigned himself to a night on the bathroom floor. If only he had a blanket.

Suddenly tears, an expression of exhaustion and not feeling well, came to his eyes. He blinked frantically to clear his sight. There was no need to cry. Being sick sucked, yes, but he could do this. He leaned back against the bathtub and reached for his towel still draped over the heater. Hajoon wrapped it around his shoulders, a sad imitation of a hug.

Then he realized what he was missing the most: One of his members. Oh, how he wished somebody had woken up, would be there to take care of him. Hajoon might be an adult but having a friend by his side was a much better alternative than staying alone. Dojoon’s soft teasing, Woosung’s worry and Jaehyeong’s quiet comfort sounded heavenly right now.

Fuck.

Woosung.

His emetophobic hyung.

The tears Hajoon had tried to hold down spilled over onto his cheeks. No matter if Woosung had been woken up by his run to the bathroom or if he was none the wiser for now, at the latest he would be affected in the morning. Hajoon had never understood his hyung’s fear – yes, vomit was gross and it was definitely not the best way to spend the night. But the panic attacks, the avoiding, the fear of food and germs? He had never been able to totally grasp what made Woosung so afraid. That’s probably why it was a phobia – it wasn’t rational, they all knew that, even Woosung.

Yet that made this situation so much worse. Hajoon had been the first one to find out, going after Woosung when he had fled after Dojoon had thrown up his dinner all those years ago. First they had assumed he had gone to take care of Dojoon but when Hajoon had walked past the leader’s room, he had found Woosung there. Back then he had been confused and overwhelmed by finding Woosung pressed against his desk, scratching at his arms and sobbing like the world was ending. It had taken nearly half-an-hour for him to calm down, not even wanting to get touched. Hajoon had waited patiently, though worried out of his mind, and wrapped his hyung’s bleeding arms in bandages. His heart had broken listening to Woosung try to explain and beating himself up about the situation. The look of fear in Jaehyeong’s eyes when he had come to see what was going on and found Woosung completely freaked out was branded in Hajoon’s mind.

Ever since, he had noticed how Woosung would get reluctant around food – especially take-out from the day before – around sick people, around the sound of coughing. 

Hajoon had been the one to call the ambulance when Woosung was sick himself, panicked beyond any understanding of his surroundings, lost in his phobia. It was still the scariest night in his life.

Now Hajoon was sick. Worse, he was sick after cuddling with Woosung during the past nights. There was no doubt in his mind that he had caught the stomach flu, the stomach flu he surely had passed to Woosung already. Sleeping in the same bed was a surefire way to exchange germs.

His musings were interrupted by his stomach making itself known again. He repositioned himself over the toilet, already dreading the next minutes. For a second he thought about calling for Jaehyeong but he knew that would not cut it. Then, with a burp, sick spilled past his lips and Hajoon vomited a second time that night.

Between retches and trying to ignore the disgustingness in the toilet bowl he faintly he heard footsteps but he was too disoriented and feverish to understand where they were coming from. Finally, what seemed like ages later, his stomach relented and he was able to flush the sick away. Just to be safe Hajoon stayed panting over the toilet for a minute, before realizing he was not about to throw up again. So he just leaned back against the tub again, completely spend.

There were sobs sounding from Jaehyeong’s room and immediately Hajoon recognized them for what they were. Woosung had woken up and found out – there was no other logical explanation. He bit his lip harshly, not sure what to do. His whole being screamed at him to comfort his hyung but he knew his presence would make everything worse. That was the worst, he thought, not even being able to make it right. Besides, he wasn’t sure if it was safe to stray too far away from the porcelain.

Tears ran down his face as he listened to their maknae comfort the crying leader. At least Woosung had somebody to take care of him. Abruptly he missed his members even more than before. He was glad that Jaehyeong got Woosung but he was envious, too. He craved the comfort of somebody holding him while he was sick.

Still, it was his fault Woosung was feeling so bad. Why hadn’t he noticed something was wrong?

The nausea worsened again and he threw himself at his new best friend for the third time that night. Hajoon didn’t know how long he was throwing up for, snot and tears dirtying his face. Once done, he buried his face in his knees, curling up into himself. Maybe he was doomed to a lonely night in the bathroom.

However, he should not have underestimated The Rose. Behind him the door opened and somebody entered. Hajoon was sure he made quite the sight: pale, lips stained with bile and snot, cheeks wet with tears and probably burning with fever.

“Oh, baby”, Dojoon mumbled and sat down next to him. Hajoon wasted no time nor did he spare any thought to Dojoon’s clean shirt before he dove into his hyung’s arms, burying his face in his chest.

“Rough night?”, Dojoon asked and Hajoon nodded, content to rest in his hyung’s embrace. Dojoon rubbed his back, rocking them from side to side.

It simultaneously felt like a lifetime and only a second until Dojoon pulled away to look at him properly. A cool hand came to rest against Hajoon’s forehead and he sighed contently, for the first time noticing the headache that got better with the coolness.

“You’re running a fever and threw up. Any other symptoms?”, Dojoon asked gently, rubbing his arms.

“Headache and my stomach hurts”, Hajoon whispered and winced at how bad his voice sounded, raw from vomiting, “I don’t feel good, hyung.” He knew he sounded pathetic but he really didn’t have the energy to care anymore.

“Yeah, I bet. How about I take your temperature to see how easily we can cook an egg on your forehead, then you can take a pill, drink something and sleep? How does that sound?”

Anything to get back into bed and sleep. Hajoon nodded, trying not to whimper when Dojoon got up to grab the thermometer from the cupboard. As he placed it under his tongue Hajoon tried not to retch at the metallic taste, knowing he would have to endure the procedure again if he spit it out or, worse yet, threw up again. Meanwhile Dojoon had found the right medication and filled his toothbrush cup with water.

As the thermometer beeped Hajoon stared at the reading of 38.5°C in dismay. A moderate fever then. He hadn’t expected anything else but the reading made it more real. It most definitely made sense, if he had food poisoning the others would be sick as well. What a disaster that would be. But, no, this was a “simple” stomach flu.

“Ah, Hajoon-ah”, Dojoon whispered and sighed. “What are we going to do with you? Here you go, do you want to rinse out your mouth?”

Hajoon nodded and with shaking hands tried to take the cup from Dojoon’s hand. He didn’t get very far, the tremor causing the water to spill a bit. Dojoon reached over and steadying the cup in his hand, helping him take a sip. Weakly Hajoon leaned over and let the water fall from his mouth into the toilet.

Dojoon helped him sit back up again and stroked his hair out of his face. “Try to take a few sips and the pill, hm?”

Hajoon placed the pill on his tongue, gagging at the disgusting, chalky taste but managed to get it down with a small mouthful of water.

“I wanna sleep, hyung”, he mumbled, resting his head on Dojoon’s shoulder.

“I know, kiddo, but not here, okay? Work with me”, Dojoon replied softly, lifting Hajoon’s head from his shoulder, standing up. Hajoon whimpered at the loss of contact but quickly Dojoon had him upright, holding onto his waist as he guided him to bed. As he curled up under the cold blankets a jolt ran through Hajoon’s body, flashing hot and cold. While he knew there was a time where Woosung didn’t snore in his ear, suddenly the bed felt empty. Then he remembered the panic he had half-witnessed from his compromised position on the bathroom floor again.

“Woosung-hyung? How is he?”, he asked, grabbing at Dojoon’s hand that was smoothing out the blanket over him.

“A bit shaken but he will be fine”, Dojoon replied carefully, “Jaehyeong is taking good care of him, don’t worry.”

“Please tell him I am so sorry!”, Hajoon begged, eyes already falling shut. But he needed to tell Dojoon who would have to apologize in his place. “If I had known I was sick I would have stayed away, I am so sorry for triggering his phobia! Please, tell him!”

“Hajoon-ah.” Dojoon sighed and sat down next to him at the edge of the bed. “It’s not your fault that you are sick. Just like it’s not your fault that Woosung is emetophobic. You didn’t get sick on purpose, things happen. It’s the middle of flu season after all.”

“Still, I am so sorry”, Hajoon whispered.

“Just rest, baby”, Dojoon mumbled, and smoothed his hair back, “I’ll put a bucket next to your bed just in case. You’ll see, everything will look better in the morning.”

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[yixiangs]

mjx being so anxious all over again and even mentioning boys planet was so devastating. even more so now that he’s dropped out of the top 7

[dvpendable]

the words spill from his mouth, and danbi makes a mental note to secure more sashimi lunch boxes in the future for their afternoon meals - it's rare for fresh fields to have them these days, as the aisles are full of more festive foods, all sorts of holiday-themed items lined up on the shelves, but if yellowtail leans more towards being one of his favorites, then she'll make sure to do what she can to get the same arrangement next time. maybe, if she's lucky, she can even get one that has it exclusively. or, if she's feeling particularly brave, she can simply ask one of the staff to create one. it'd be a nice surprise to have one custom-made for their lunch hour - she's hopeful that it wouldn't be too much trouble, and of course she would pay whatever cost they saw fit for such a favor.

"don't worry about me," she chirps, feeling that warmth in her chest again as he voices his concern. it's not necessarily a white lie, as she had eaten earlier before her shift began, but she feels full enough being able to see hajoon indulge in his own lunch. there's something fulfilling about caring for others, and her heart expands a little more with each passing second. she's glad to see him eating, as she's sure he's been preoccupied the last few hours with the morning coffee rush. "i had a big breakfast," she continues, reaching over to take a piece of salmon. she doesn't saturate it as much as he does in soy sauce, not always the biggest fan of salty tastes, but does gently dip it ever so slightly into her own sauce container - it's a bit funny when you take into consideration the contrast between them, and danbi can't help but giggle a little as she pops the sashimi into her mouth, chewing a few times before swallowing. "it hasn't been all that busy today, actually - probably the calm before the storm, since it'll be the weekend soon."

she takes another piece or two of salmon, leaving the yellowtail mostly for hajoon before she sets her chopsticks down, busying herself with another sip of water before deciding to tackle some of the rice and soup at her side before it gets too cold. "how has your day been?" she asks after a few heartbeats, curious on how his shift has been thus far - she figures it's been busy, especially as it gets colder and more and more people crave something warm in their hands as winter approaches. "oh, by the way, my coworker said he stopped here this morning and was really impressed with your espresso skills. the best he's had, and that's saying something considering he's tried every coffee shop in town."

danbi can't help but beam, somehow feeling proud when she'd heard the older man bragging about his beverage in the breakroom this morning. she didn't want to boast and let him in on the secret that she knew hajoon personally, but couldn't help but feel the swell of excitement bubble in her chest. she admired hajoon's craft, even if she wasn't a coffee drinker - something he had sworn he'd work on changing, though it hadn't been all too successful when her first love was, and always would be, matcha. "you should think about opening up your own shop one day," she says brightly, the ends of her lips curving upwards. "you'd get a lot of regulars! and i'd be happy to be one."

the brief retelling of the great battle of fresh fields extracts a huff from hajoon, adjacent to a laugh. the fickle wood of his chopsticks crackle as the breaks them apart, rubbing them between his palms as if starting a fire. he has troubles imagining a five foot something danbi fighting tooth and nail to defend their lunch, but he’s willing to play into her fantasy as a token of gratitude for the meal before him. “my bad, i’m sure you fought bravely,” he corrects his statement. the plastic of the soy sauce satchel is a bit unrelenting at first but it eventually caves in for hajoon to pour it into the cornered valley of the plastic lid for them to dip the sashimi into. he hums as she explains how she actually came about the highly sought out goods. it comes to no surprise that danbi’s nature invites others to care for her, to make cuts and create loopholes for favors. she’s the type you want to protect and nurture, a kind and bubbly spirit that is rare in this world nowadays. all the sillier does he feel to be taken care of by her. it’s tough to explain, but their connection feels like second nature. hajoon can’t shake the feeling that he has experienced this before, in another life. whenever he enjoys danbi’s coexistence, the blurry memory of sitting around the breakfast table with his family becomes clearer. he swears it’s almost tangible, the presence of his sister right next to him becomes so real, he can feel the body heat of her arm brushing his shoulder. he shudders whenever that sensation washes over him, an odd familiarity that feels eerie and reassuring at the same time. isn’t he taking too much? that’s what runs through his head at times. although he reciprocates the sacrifice of nourishment by bringing danbi the calorie bombs that are left over at the café by the end of the day. pistachio croissants, chocolate croffles, twisted donuts with powered sugar that turned translucent over the course of the day, bagels filled with red bean paste, salted butter bread, and sometimes even injeolmi rice cakes. on days where they sold out, hajoon returned home with a bad conscience gnawing on his brain, even though danbi had never expressed the need for any reciprocation. besides, the lunch deliveries are secondary, a small fraction of what she actually gives him. her presence is comforting, it envelops him like a warm blanket. even without him saying out loud what’s weighing on his mind, danbi always finds the right words. as trivial as they may be. perhaps she doesn’t even aim to alleviate his worries, but she still manages to do precisely that, with ease even. hajoon assumes it is in her nature to simply be a carefree spirit, bound by no weight to the earthly concerns like the people around them. whenever he tries to steer the conversation into the depth of her mind, she makes sure to change the course, stay on the path of im hajoon. he reprimands himself to not let himself sway by her so easily, but it’s hard. and also, it’s good. good to receive balm for the soul. ”i think yellowtail is underrated,” he says as his chopsticks reach for the neatly arranged yellowtail slice before giving it a soy sauce bath. “are you sure you’re not hungry, though? you must have been on your feet for hours.” he gives her a glance before plopping the slice in his mouth, it’s as smooth and buttery as he imagined it.

[hyunjinsjeans]

He Knows (Changbin ver.)

Chan ver. | Lee Know ver. | Hyunjin ver.

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: you already have a baby, but maybe you are ready for baby number two… it might be that your husband is not as ready.

Type: Fluff 🧸, a little bit of angst at the end if you squint ❤️‍🩹, SFW 👍

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 2110

AN: this one is a little more on the angsty side. I hope it is cool with y’all! It seems the word count keeps coming up, so uh, sorry about that. I hope you enjoy!

You knew Changbin was not one to make rash decisions. In fact, it took you almost two years to start dating officially, and it was in part because you warned him either he gave you a label or he could lose your number. 

He did not like the idea of losing you for a second. Which is how he learned to pay a little less attention to his rational side and allowed himself to go by feelings when it came to the two of you. He was smart anyway, there was no need to overthink things. 

To everyone’s surprise you were the first couple in his group to get engaged, then married and a little under 2 years ago welcomed a baby girl who stole the show anywhere she went. Hajoon, was the name you came to pick together, meaning summer, she was your little ray of sunshine from the moment you first knew of her existence when you were only 6 months into married life. Changbin had gone into a short panic at first but he recovered quite smoothly and in true Seo Changbin fashion he stepped into his role as if he had been doing it all his life. You had been scared all throughout the pregnancy, not having planned for it and finding yourself struggling with morning sickness while he was away in America promoting with the boys. Giving birth made you anxious enough you actually started working out more than your husband, taking all the yoga classes you could handle and signing up for as many pre-natal pilates as possible. One would think you were never going to want to have a baby again. 

And one would be wrong. 

You were at peace with your small family of three until you started taking Hajoon to daycare. She was a happy little girl, knowing little more than her family and uncles. Following her father around as much as possible, she started dancing almost as quickly as she started walking and her speaking was coming along better than expected according to your in-laws. Most likely thanks to Changbin’s silly rap battles with his baby girl. No one year old could compete with his speed, but Hajoon would be damned if she didn’t try.

“No, no; she has a good rhythm!” Changbin always defended his daughter. 

And the fact was, Hajoon loved to play with her daddy, with her uncles… but most of all she loved playing with her daycare buddies. You could see how happy she was in the morning when you went to wake her up, get her dressed and bring her to the kitchen to have breakfast with Changbin. Yes, she was a daddy’s girl through and through (and Changbin was lost in that girl dad daze, wrapped around her miniscule finger from day one). But she would let go of her appa the instant you mentioned daycare. And upon seeing her little friends, she would forget all about how comfortable and warm your embrace was. 

Sometimes you stayed long enough to watch her find her friends, a couple of boys around her same age and a girl a little bit older. 

You couldn’t help it, in your heart you craved to give her the possibility of a friend to play with at all times. Someone to share all those toys you asked the boys not to get her but somehow still made it into Hajoon’s tiny backpack whenever you would hang out.  You wanted her to have what Changbin had with his sister. And your husband’s behavior upon finishing promotions for the last mini album did not do anything other than add fuel to the fire. 

Changin was not stupid (no matter what Seungmin’s opinion on the matter could be), he could tell when something was going on around him. He knew you were being “strange”. Quiet. 

If he knew one thing about you, it was that you were never quiet. Even when you were thinking things over, you reasoned out loud with yourself. You were never one to stay still for too long either. You were more obvious than you would ever like to admit. 

Chanbin was absolutely in love with you before Hajoon, but after she was born it was like the entire world revolved around the two of you, himself included. Which is why he was so aware of every detail in your life. How you still laid your hand in the middle of the bed between the two of you, as if your baby girl was still sleeping there as she had the first few months of her life. He knew you still used those baby oils on your daughter, refusing to move on from the baby scent. Changbin could also see how your eyes lit up at the sight of your daughter pressing her ear to Lee Know’s wife’s growing belly. 

Oh, if he could he would give you a baby right there and then. But he was so busy with work these days. 

Changbin arrived home under a light rain, his feet causing the water on the ground to fly around in small drops. He looked up under his umbrella to see you through the window, most likely making cookies in the kitchen with Hajoon as your helper. You two loved to play cooks. He loved to play the faithful customer. 

A smile spread across his face when he heard the loud giggles erupt from the home, you yelled in surprise while a joyful high pitched voice announced “more choco-ate!” 

Changbin knew your little one was a chocolate enthusiast. On that note he decided to come in, leaving his dirty boots on the entryway before calling for his family. 

“I’m home!” He put his jacket away. 

“Now, don’t run Joonie!” You advised from the kitchen. 

The sound of light feet quickly tapping on the floor was a clear indication that your advice was not taken. 

“Appaaaaa!” 

Changbin knelt to catch the fast approaching girl, her pigtails flying in the air while she ran with her arms open wide. She had no doubt he would catch her so she threw herself at him and got held against her dad’s strong chest, her cheek pressed happily onto his shirt. 

“There’s my princess!” He kissed the top of her head repeatedly as she giggled in his arms. “Where’s your mother, huh?”

As if you heard him, you stepped out of the kitchen. He lifted his gaze before picking up his daughter and going up to you, giving your cheek a gentle kiss. 

“What are you two up to?” He looked you up and down. 

You tilted your head to the side with a small smile on your face, you fixed Hajoon’s shirt that had ridden up her back and let your daughter explain. 

“Cookies”, she whispered into his ear. 

Changbin didn’t even flinch at the warm air his daughter blew straight into his ear. 

You asked him how things had gone at the studio and he sighed in response, not wanting to say too much. He had been working on a few songs with Chan and Han for over a week, some were good and ready to go. Others were still works in progress. It seemed like they would have more than enough material for their next album, but he knew it was all a lot more work to get done. And just before his baby girl’s second birthday. 

Although Changbin was keeping it to himself, he was overwhelmed. Still, you could tell. 

The sweet smell of the cookies flooded the house even a few hours after you had all eaten dinner. Giving Changbin the chance to unwind, you let him and Hajoon play in the living room while you cleaned up the kitchen. The sound of the tv and some of the girl’s toys resonated through the house along with their loud laughter.

Soon enough you walked into the living room to find Changbin snoozing on the sofa with Hajoon cuddled up to his chest, head nestled in the space between his neck and shoulder. You knew you already had many photos like this, but still pulled your phone out of your pant’s pocket and took the picture. 

“I’m not really asleep, you know?” Your husband’s voice startled you. 

“Oh,” you jumped to put your phone away. “Do you need help with the little one?”

He shook his head slowly, pointing for you to sit next to him.

You turned the tv down as you went to take a seat next to him, his free arm reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers. 

“We need to talk,” he mumbled. 

You looked back into his eyes. He was tired from the long day at work, you sighed and wondered what he wanted to talk about so you nodded and watched your daughter’s peaceful face. She was sound asleep, exhausted by the afternoon walk and the subsequent baking session. 

“What is it?” You turned in your seat to face him more. 

Changbin let out a heavy sigh, he did not like that he needed to bring it up but he could not have you hoping he would catch on to you and go along with it. 

“You know I love you,” he wasn’t asking but you nodded at his words, “and I love Joonie, you two mean so much to me…” 

He closed his eyes and you tugged on his hand, speaking as well. Encouraging your husband. Maybe the two of you knew where this conversation was going, reading each other in a heartbeat. 

“Oh, Binnie, we love you too. What do you need to say?”

Here came the difficult words: “Next year is going to be busy. I won’t be home a lot.” He opened his eyes and searched your face for a reaction. 

You opened your mouth to speak a couple of times but weren’t able to say anything. To be honest, you saw this coming. It did not make it any easier to accept what was being said between the lines. 

Changbin felt guilty when you looked away, there was a smile on your lips that was unable to reach any other feature on your face. 

“It’s only a year,” he tugged at your hand. 

You blinked at that and took in a deep breath. “Is there another world tour?”

“Yeah, we’re so excited but… I wouldn’t be able to leave you with this little monkey and another one on the way.”

There it was. Your head snapped in his direction, unable to play fool and tiptoe around the topic any longer. 

“I’m not saying I want one right now. You are busy, you’re tired. I just think we should plan it soon. I don’t want Hajoon to have a big age gap with her siblings.”

You leaned back on the sofa and put your head on his shoulder, watching your daughter sleep. Allowing Changbin’s warmth to comfort you from the disappointment of hearing him put your wish to have another baby on the waiting list.

Changbin let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around you. At least you were on the same page. “We can try for next year. With luck I won’t get completely outnumbered by girls.”

You bit back your laughter as you rested your hand on his stomach. “Oh, but you’re such a good girl dad!” 

“It’s only easy because Hajoon is a mini-you. And a rockstar really… more than me.” 

You giggled. 

“She is a mini-you, what are you talking about?” You caressed your little girl’s chubby cheek. 

She has the same face shape as her dad, her cheeks round and pink, her lips small and heart shaped.

“Actually, maybe I want an army of mini-you’s…” he let his fingers run along your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, “I can’t make any promises about gender, but I definitely want to have another one.”

Changbin agreed and kissed your hair, “I’m sorry it’s not what you wanted. I would love to do it right now, but I would feel like crap knocking you up and then leaving the country. I will be here with you when we do it again.” He pressed his cheek to the top of your head. “I promise.” 

You tilted your head back and kissed his jaw, then his cheek and when he turned to you, you pressed a short kiss to his lips. 

“I’m not mad. You don’t have to explain anything to me, I get it. And you’re right, this is the best way to do it. Together.”

“Since you like the idea, you could kiss me again, you know?” He proposed, bringing up the mood again.

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 LOVE WAR kazuha nakamura x reader

↳ warnings shameless!yn, this was before they were dating back when they were even bigger idiots, yn is petty and zuha is trying to convince herself she hates yn, men, idol!au, 6th member

kazuha wasn’t gonna lie, she doesn’t even remember how the argument with yn started but all she knew was that she needs to get over yn, she can’t believe she has a crush on satan living on earth.

screw yn and her pretty face.

after that argument all kazuha can think about is how she can unwrap herself from the finger, yn just always had a way to drag her in. if there was one thing yn is good at it’s attracting people both men and women and boy does she know how to attract kazuha with her charms.

“if only she didn’t have such a perfect face,” kazuha says to yunjin as she sat on floor of the older girls room, “she’s so-ugh.”

yunjin couldn’t help but laugh at the girls distress over yn, “if you’re so sick of her, try and get a new crush easy.”

“how? who would I even talk to?” kazuha asks, getting a new crush does seem like the best way to get over yn, but it’s hard when yn makes everyone’s standards so high.

“what about that one boy that asked for your number at that event you went to, the model guy pretty cute.”

he was cute, not as good looking as yn, but could do for now.

“that could work actually,” kazuha says grabbing her phone from yunjin’s bed, “what do I even say? he texted me after I gave it to him but I never responded.”

“just say hey,” yunjin shrugs, “give him some lame excuse on why you didn’t answer, he’s the one that wanted your number, he probably won’t give you a hard time about it.”

“true.”

“so is plan getting over yn a go?”

“it’s a go.”

she was officially unwrapping herself from yn.

has kazuha ever said screw yn and her pretty face before? probably and she’s saying it again right now.

everything had been going great since she texted the model, his name was hajoon, he was a nice guy, he was funny and knew how to treat her right.

kazuha has been hanging out with him a lot lately, he really did help with getting her mind off of yn, not completely because it was like yn was some kind of parasite that just couldn’t leave but he did help.

this was the first time kazuha ever invited him to the dorms, the rest of the girls were supposed to be out today so she thought it would be nice to invite him over to watch a movie with her.

and it was going well, so far at least.

that was until hurricane yn came.

kazuha looked around confused when she heard footsteps coming from the hallway where their rooms were.

was she hearing things?

“did you hear that?” she asked hajoon but he only shook his head confused, “maybe this movie is getting to you.” he jokes while kazaa just shook her head amused.

but oh she did hear something.

she felt a hand ruffle her hair.

“who’s this?” a teasing voice that she’s grown used too fills the room.

kazuha looks up at yn with wide eyes as yn smiled at the two on the couch, “kazuha I never knew you talked to cute boys.”

hajoon laughed obviously flustered as yn say between him and kazuha, “what movie are you guys watching?”

kazuha looks at yn but only to see that yn isn’t looking at her but at hajoon, she narrows her eyes at the girl but answers anyway, “a silent place, also I thought you went out with chaewon unnie?”

“I was supposed too but decided to stay home last minute, why didn’t you tell me we had guests?”

kazuha opens her mouth to respond but hajoon cuts her off, “I’m hajoon nice to meet you.”

she watches as yn gently puts her hands in his and shakes it, “I’m yn nice to meet you too, are you enjoying the movie so far.”

kazuha feels something grow in her stomach as she watches hajoon look mesmerized with yn, “I’ve seen it actually, I just thought it would be a cool movie to show kazuha.”

“that’s cute,” yn says before bringing her hand up to his hair, “I like your hair, is it naturally this curly?”

“yeah, I actually had more loose curls when I was younger,” he says keeping eye contact with yn who flashes him a smile, “you definitely need to show me photos when you have the time, since zuha will probably have you over more right?”

“hopefully,” he says laughing along with yn.

“I was actually gonna invite kazuha to the skate park with my friends, maybe you and the rest of the girls can tag along?”

“you’re so sweet,” yn smiles, “I think I speak for all of the girls when I say of course we’ll tag along.”

kazuha can’t help but want to launch herself at yn and tug out her hair, who does she think she is?

“I’m actually gonna go to the convenience store, it was nice meeting you hajoon.” yn says getting up from her seat between kazuha and hajoon.

“it was nice meeting you too,” he smiled his eyes following the figure until she exits the front door.

kazuha can’t help but narrow her eyes at him before composing herself when he turns back to her, “she’s nice.”

“yeah,” she sighs.

kazuha giggles as she sits on the top of the ramp beside hajoon, she drinks out of her can of arozona and listens to him ramble about this new trick he’s trying out.

“eunchae is pretty good,” he says watching as the rest of the girls try to skate with his friends, “yunjin looks interesting…” he trails off watching the girl struggle to get on the board.

kazuha laughs at his words leaning her head in his shoulder, she honestly forgot about what happened with yn and him on their movie night, she was just glad that he hasn’t mentioned yn since.

but oh did she speak to soon.

kazuha feels a hand pat her head and she immediately knows who it is.

she looks at yn who taps hajoon’s shoulder waving him to get up, “come teach me to skate.” she says smiling when he gets up from his spot next to kazuha immediately, following behind yn like a lost puppy.

is she allowed to say screw yn and her pretty face again?

she watched as hajoon giggled like a school girl at the words as he gently holds her hands, helping her step up on his skate board.

she felt a familiar feeling growing in her stomach as she watched yn and hajoon laugh with each other, yn’s hands holding onto his tightly while he says words of encouragement to her.

“well isn’t that something?”

kazuha turns her head to see yunjin sitting beside her, she brings her eyes back to yn and hajoon, “tell me about it.” she respond in a tired tone.

“yn really has him wrapped around her finger huh?” yunjin says watching as yn sits on the skateboard looking up at hajoon who still holds her hand.

“I’m so mad right now.” kazuha says trying to avert her eyes from yn and hajoon but it was like the pair was magnetic.

“are mad at yn for stealing your soon to be boyfriend or are mad at yn for stealing your soon to be boyfriend.”

kazuha scrunches her face up at yunjin’s very dumb words, but she understands what the girl is trying to say, “shut up.” she mumbles.

“so I guess we can say plan get over yn was fail.”

definitely a fail.

[maluyoongi]

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Hyunjin: Age-Restricted (Part Three)

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: nanny!reader, boy next door/neighbor!hyunjin, generally inexperienced and painfully shy virgin!reader, fluff, humor, there’s a little angst if you count reader panicking lmao, chan does onlyfans lmao, reader almost walks in on something she shouldn’t (but nothing spicy happens), mentions that reader and chan madeout once while they were a little intoxicated and she had a panic attack, reader has anxiety, implied that reader has issues w her mom, reader and co get drunk (if i missed anything lmk!!), minors dni!!!

Word count: 5,890

Summary: You think it’s luck when the new family you nanny for is so stupid rich that they rent you a fancy new apartment just so you can live closer to them. You think it’s luck when the guy across the hall is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and makes an effort to talk to you. But that’s just about where your luck runs out, because Hyunjin is more out of your league than you could ever imagine, and you’re just some hopeless virgin who never had good luck in the first place.

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Mrs. Park texted you that morning, saying you wouldn’t be needed. Apparently Hajoon was sick and she wanted to stay home with him, which you didn’t mind. It meant you had a free day to yourself, and after what happened with Hyunjin the previous day, you really wanted to see your friends and get their take on everything. As much as you wanted to gush about everything to Chan last night while playing Smash, you found yourself listening to how his day had gone and getting off-track a lot, so you didn’t really have the time or space to say anything. So you got ready to go out for the day and make your way to your old apartment to see your friends. 

Seungmin and Minho might’ve been busy, but you knew Chan was always home. Plus, he let you keep the spare key that Minho illegally copied, so you could get in even if Chan was for some reason not home.

“Yo, _____!” Jeongin waved at you from the front desk as you walked through the lobby.

Your eyebrows knitted together, “I thought you worked nights.”

“Had to switch shifts,” he shrugged. “Where’re you off to today? You’re leaving later than usual.”

“No work today,” you sighed as you strolled up to the desk and rested an elbow on it. “Gonna go visit my friends and hope they’re around.”

“Do they live far?”

“Couple hours away or something like that.”

“Oh, well have a safe trip,” he grinned.

“Thanks!” you chirped and waved goodbye, starting to walk away.

“Oh, hang on!” Jeongin suddenly gasped, making you stop and take the few steps back toward the desk as he fished around for something on the desk by the computers that you couldn’t see. “Before you go… This is for you.”

He held out a folded piece of paper with a knowing smirk, though you didn’t know why.

“Oh,” was all you said, taking the paper with a slightly confused expression.

You continued to stand there as you unfolded the paper, and then you felt butterflies in your stomach as you read the short note, a smile creeping onto your face despite not wanting it to with Jeongin standing right there.

I forgot to give you my number. Text me sometime

-Hyunjin

P.s. I’m holding you to this too

“Have a good daaaay, _____,” Jeongin sang.

‘He definitely read the note,’ you realized, folding the note and waving to Jeongin again before swiftly leaving the building.

-

Chan’s car was parked in the usual spot, so you knew he was home. But knocking on the door left you with no answer. Chan was probably asleep since it was before noon. So you let yourself in.

You left your bag by the door as if you still lived there, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your coat in the usual spot you used to. Then you went straight to the bedroom you used to share with Chan, busting open the door and mouth open, ready to yell at him to wake the hell up because you had a situation.

Except there was a new situation in front of you that made you stop dead in your tracks, inhaled breath held, and mouth still open.

Chan stood in front of you, facing the door with his phone on a tripod between him and the door, the screen facing him. He was dressed in a nice white button-up and some black slacks. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his toned abs that you’d seen far too many times, and his hands were frozen, in the middle of unbuckling the belt around his slacks.

He stared at you silently, as you did the same to him.

Finally you let out a sigh, “I thought that this would stop happening now that we don’t live together.”

“Well maybe if you’d knock,” he stated, dropping the buckle.

“I knocked on the front door, how did you not hear?”

“I figured you were like, a delivery person or something and you’d just leave it out there!”

“Well I figured you were asleep!”

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, “You realize I have to do this commission all over now, right?”

“Well, do it later,” you told him. “I need your help.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed as he gave you a concerned look, “Help? You doing okay?”

“Love life help,” you confessed with a sigh, knowing that would absolutely pique your friend’s interest.

And it did, as gasp leaving his lips as his eyes went wide, “Really? Aw, _____!”

“No, it’s… I don’t know what it is. Just get changed and I’ll wait in the living room.”

“Why can’t I just wear this?”

“Chan, you’re almost half-naked.”

“Yeah, and? _____, we slept in the same room forever and you’ve definitely seen me wear less,” he scoffed.

You shrugged with a slight nod, “Yeah, touché.”

-

Curled up on one side of the couch with your back to the arm rest, one knee to your chest with your other leg curled under you, Chan almost mimicked you as he sat on the other side, only one of his legs was stretched out in front of him, almost reaching your leg. He folded his hands on his stomach as he kept his full attention on you.

“So you know Hyunjin?” you asked.

He narrowed his eyes, quirking a brow as he thought, “That’s…the front desk guy?”

You shook your head, “Hot neighbor. Front desk guy is Felix the Austrailian.”

“Right, hot neighbor!” he nodded, wagging a finger at you. “Still think you should go for front desk guy, but I’m just biased.”

You rolled your eyes, “Anyway, he like…hit on me, I think?”

“You think?”

“I mean, like… Okay, so he asked me to help him bleach his hair so I went over, and we watched a movie in between him processing, and then he told me he actually knew how to dye his own hair and he just wanted an excuse to invite me over because he wanted ‘a pretty girl to play with his hair’.”

Chan kept his eyes on you through your entire babbled recap. Honestly, he was surprised that he even kept up with how fast you were talking, but he seemed to understand everything, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Aw, _____! That’s good!” he grinned. But he saw the way you were biting the inside of your cheek despite the small smile on your face, and how you were fiddling with the strings of your hoodie. “What’s wrong?”

You let out a groan as if it were obvious, bursting, “Chan, I’m a virgin!”

“Okay, didn’t realize we were jumping to sex so quickly,” he commented.

“No! He didn’t jump to anything – I mean, I think he almost kissed me but then you called.”

Chan seemed upset with himself, giving you puppy-dog eyes as his jaw dropped slightly, “I cockblocked? I didn’t mean t– Oh, wait, is that a good thing?”

Chan knew how you got when people kissed you. He may or may not have discovered your issue himself when the two of you were kind of drunk during a night at home without Seungmin and Minho where you both admitted to finding the other cute – you still thought Chan was good-looking, but you definitely did not see him as someone you wanted to date. You still weren’t sure who kissed who first, but Chan’s tongue was in your mouth and suddenly, you shut down. Eyes squeezed closed, body tensed, and your breathing was jagged and uneven.

You were having a panic attack. And it happened every single time somebody new kissed you, and it usually took you a few times to actually warm up to them enough to makeout with them comfortably. You still didn’t know why you were like this – maybe it was just the anxiety of knowing you were inexperienced and you feared you were a bad kisser or whatever awful thing that could go wrong – but you were embarrassed every single time it happened nonetheless.

But Chan was now fully aware of your fears. He was there to hold you and promise you that you were okay in between your breathy apologies. You opened up to him about what might have caused you to do that, and told him it happened with your last two – and only two – boyfriends, so you were pretty sure this was just…a thing. 

A thing that you hated so, so much.

You frowned and looked down at your lap, feeling defeated, “I don’t know, dude… I wanted him to kiss me, but I also didn’t want to, y’know, hyperventilate and freak him out. But also, I don’t even know if he only wants to kiss me. Like, what if he’s just looking for a hook-up? Or even if he does want a relationship, how am I supposed to explain that I have no clue what I’m doing in regards to basically anything?”

Chan just shrugged, his lips pressing into a thin line, “You just be honest. If he’s worth your time, he won’t care. No decent person will think less of you, _____; I’ve told you that so many times.”

“I know, but I care!” you shot back.

“You care too much,” he stated.

“I know!”

“Look,” Chan sighed, letting his head tilt to the left and rest against the back of the couch, looking at you softly – if it were anyone else, you’d think it was pity, but because it was Chan, it was more like…a weird sense of understanding; like he could see your point of view, “I know you’ve said your anxiety is manageable, and I do think it is. But when it comes to more…physical relationships, I think that’s when it really stops you. You care too much because you're anxious, and you need to figure out where that stems from and work on it.”

You scoffed, “I think we both know where it stems from.”

“You can’t blame everything on your mom, _____.”

“She made me a people pleaser!” 

“Sweetie, you’re far passed people pleaser,” he chuckled, even though he found no humor in your mental state. “You’re more like a…”

As Chan stopped to think of a word, you let out an annoyed huff, “This isn’t even about any of that. Can we get back to the Hyunjin thing?”

“Right,” Chan cleared his throat as he readjusted himself on the couch to get a bit more comfortable. “Well, my dear, I think… I think you need to just see what his intentions are. Go from there and just explain your boundaries.”

“But it’s embarrassing having to tell people I’m in my 20’s and have only had two one-month-long relationships, and I’ve never done more than makeout with someone,” you whined, looking at Chan with desperation like he could make all your problems go away if you begged him hard enough.

“If he thinks it’s embarrassing, you call me and I’ll bring Minho and Seungmin over to embarrass him,” Chan promised with a laugh. “They don’t hold back.”

You let out a sigh, eyes staring off as you recalled the many times the pair had made a virgin joke to you, “As much as I sometimes wish they would. Even they were shocked when they found out I’m still a virgin!”

He cocked his head to one side, eyebrows creasing together in confusion.

“When we played that drinking game, I had to confess how many people I’ve slept with,” you explained. “I said I was a virgin and both of their jaws dropped.”

Chan’s eyes widened when he recalled the memory, “Oh! Oh, _____, no! They weren’t shocked because of your age, it’s because they didn’t think like… Like someone like you could be a virgin.”

It was your turn to be confused, “Someone like me?”

“Well, you don’t exactly look like an incel, y’know?” he stated, gesturing to you across the couch. “You’re good-looking, _____, and you don’t act like…weird. I mean, you’re weird, but in a likable way. You don’t have the appearance or personality of someone you’d think would still be a virgin. Think, like: sweaty guy who lives in his mom’s basement.”

“Oh…” you figured that made you feel a little bit better that your roommates were never judging you that hard. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Anytime,” he grinned, his eyes crinkling in the outer corners. “So, did you wanna go do something, or what? Maybe get your mind off things for a while.”

“Kinda was hoping we could just play video games or something,” you told him. “When are Seungmin and Minho coming back?”

“Seungmin should be back any minute, and Min’ll be a couple hours,” he said, checking his watch that he really only used for ���daddy’ commissions for his Onlyfans, so you laughed a little seeing that he still had it on despite being changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He looked back up at you and narrowed his eyes. “You shut your mouth.”

“Didn’t even open it,” you replied.

-

Changbin eyed Hyunjin from across the table, watching as the younger boy kept his eyes on his phone as he nervously curled a strand of blonde hair around his index finger, biting at his bottom lip and bouncing his leg. To his left, his girlfriend, Kit looked over the menu, oblivious to whatever was going on between the two friends – or she didn’t care.

“Are you going to like, be here anytime soon?” Changbin asked.

His voice made Hyunjin jump slightly, looking up with wide eyes, “Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at your phone for like, ten minutes,” Changbin told him. “And judging from your nervous ticks, I don’t think you’re just scrolling social media. Honestly, I haven’t seen you nervous in a long time. What’s up?”

Hyunjin sighed, dropping his phone on the table and running both hands through his hair, “She hasn’t texted me.”

Changbin’s eyebrows dropped as he deadpanned, “This about about apartment girl, isn’t it?”

“Can you stop judging me?”

“A girl?” Kit asked, eyes widened as her interest in the conversation piqued, her menu being lowered to look between her boyfriend and his best friend. “There’s a girl involved? Jinnie, you like a girl?”

“He hardly knows a girl,” Changbin corrected. “Remember, the girl who moved in across from his apartment?”

“Oh,” she nodded, recalling Changbin briefly mentioning the situation to her – well, he ranted about it but she picked out what was important. “She made you blonde. Y’know, Jinnie, I’ve pegged you for a lot of things but never a hopeless romantic.”

At least her stupid joke could make Hyunjin laugh, looking down at the table as he seemed to relax slightly in his seat.

“Did you give her your number?” Changbin asked.

“I left it with one of the guys at the desk – Jeongin, remember him?”

“Maybe he just didn’t see her today.”

“She always works weekdays,” Hyunjin insisted. 

“Maybe she didn’t like your ‘move’ as much as you thought,” Kit chuckled, mostly just trying to tease him a little and lighten the mood a bit more.

If anything, it made him more tense as he said, “No, she did, I know it! I’m so good at reading people, Kitty -- you know! She was blushing and hiding her face and everything. It was honestly really cute…”

Though, it more so sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than them.

“Maybe she’s busy,” Changbin suggested with a shrug. “If she’s working, that’s probably what it is. I mean, what does she even do?”

Hyunjin scoffed, picking up his phone again and sliding a little bit down against the seat of the booth, “I’m not asking. Then she’ll ask what I do and I’m not getting myself wrapped up in any lies before I can…explain.”

“I mean, if she’s as shy as you said, maybe she’s afraid to text you first,” Kit said as she went back to looking over the menu. “Bet you didn’t think of that one, loverboy.”

Hyunjin looked at her absolutely dumbfounded. He looked like she just casually told him the meaning of life. Honestly, why didn’t he think of that? He obviously knew how shy you were.

While Changbin just smirked at her and gently nudged her side, “Good call, babe.”

“I know everything,” she nodded. “The only way that girl could ever possibly have the courage to text you is if she’s drunk – and that’s still a solid maybe.”

And almost on cue, Hyunjin’s phone buzzed against the table. Kit set her menu down and Changbin glanced at the glowing screen as Hyunjin picked up his phone slowly, eyeing Kit before his eyes flickered down to the screen to see a text from an unknown number.

-

Two slices of pizza and two rounds of Beerio Kart later, you were considering just spending the night at your old apartment. Despite loving your own space, you missed having people around. You missed the good moments of being drunk and laughing about nothing and everything because they could somehow make anything a joke – including the one time the four of you heard a thud from the apartment above you and Minho suggested that the old man who lived there finally kicked the bucket and instead of calling someone, all of you were laughing until you were crying.

Except Jisung basically lived there now, sleeping on their couch more often than not.

And boy, was explaining the situation to him fun.

“I don’t get why this guy maybe wanting to date her is a big deal,” he had said when you were recapping the situation to Seungmin and Minho.

“She’s nervous because she’s scared he’ll think she’s like, weird or undateable if she’s still a virgin,” Minho deadpanned, eyes still on the screen.

Jisung’s jaw dropped, “You’re still a virgin?!”

Needless to say, you finished your drink first and won the first round.

Now, you were two whole drinks deep, you were feeling pretty tipsy – like, tipsy to the point that you were about to confidently tell Jisung your whole life story for fun – and you were contemplating just not going home at all since you were having so much fun. But you also knew it was the alcohol talking because, god, you loved your bed.

“One more?” Minho asked, setting the controller down on the coffee table.

All five of you crammed onto the couch, with Jisung perched on the back, one foot planted on the right armrest while the other was behind Minho. Chan sat beside him on the back of the couch with you sitting comfortably between his legs, leaning back into the cushions as your legs stretched out in front of you. Minho made damn sure to manspread enough to get his own space, while Seungmin leaned into the left arm of the couch. But Seungmin at least seemed content having to lean into the arm of the couch. It could be worse – he could be sitting by Jisung.

“I don’t think _____ should keep drinking,” Chan spoke up, always the voice of reason. “She’s gotta get home, remember?”

“She can crash with you, it’s fine,” Seungmin told him, waiving the worry away.

“The bed is gone, remember?”

Minho and Seungmin looked up at Chan, then at each other, like they forgot you were really gone.

“You guys had a fourth bed?” Jisung exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s in the dumpster now,” Minho told him as he got up from his seat. “Why don’t you go sleep in it?”

“What if we make sure _____ gets home safe?” Seungmin asked as Minho went to the kitchen for another beer, and Jisung swung his legs around the back of the couch to go follow him. “Then can we play one more?”

“Yeah, dad,” you leaned forward and turned your head to look up at Chan with pleading eyes, “can we?”

Chan gave you a stern look, “How will we know you made it home? We can’t go on the train with you.”

And that was when you remembered something. Something that made butterflies erupt in your stomach before, but now only brought you drunken delight.

“I have Hyunjin’s number!” you squealed. “I forgot! I can text him and I can see if he’ll pick me up from the train station and–”

“And you can blow him in his car!” Minho teased with fake-enthusiasm, though the shit-eating grin he gave you when you glared at him was very much real.

But then you raised your eyebrows and said, “Unless…”

“You won’t,” Chan stated, but it wasn’t like he was telling you that he didn’t want you to. He was telling you that they all knew you wouldn’t.

“How did you forget to tell us you have his number?” Seungmin wondered, leaning toward you as you fished the note from your pocket and began typing the number into your phone.

“It’s _____ we’re talking about,” Minho scoffed.

“Are you sure you wanna text him right now?” Chan asked warily.

“I’m not that drunk,” you promised. “Only enough to have a little more confidence and courage.”

“You go, bestie,” Jisung chimed in before taking a drink of his beer.

Minho groaned, looking at him in annoyance, “Now you need a new beer to play!”

You drowned out their bickering as you typed Hyunjin’s name into your phone before starting a new message.

?????: hey, it’s _____! sorry i didn’t text you earlier!!

“That’s so dry,” Seungmin commented beside you before adding with a shrug, “I mean, you are a virgin.”

You lifted your head to glare at him, meeting his innocent gaze, “Do you want me to announce that I’m drunk?”

“It would make things more interesting, yeah.”

Before you could quip a reply, your phone buzzed in your hand.

Hyunjin 😳💌: no worries! how was work today?

_____ 😌🥰: i didn’t. i hung out with friends all day

Hyunjin 😳💌: oh, that’s fun!

Hyunjin 😳💌: what did you do?

_____ 😌🥰: beerio kart lmao

Hyunjin 😳💌: im a PRO at beerio kart lmao

Hyunjin 😳💌: did you make it home alright after that or are you staying over there?

_____ 😌🥰: ummmmmm

“He’s also unbearably dry,” Minho commented, disgust in his tone as he watched you text from over your shoulder.

You shoved him away from you, his face landing in the cushions.

_____ 😌🥰: I still have to take the train home

Hyunjin 😳💌: you’re not still drunk, are you?

_____ 😌🥰: i mean…..i’ve been drunker

Hyunjin 😳💌: do you need me to pick you up from the station? will you be able to get on the train okay? i can pick you up wherever you are

Jisung clicked his tongue, “He sounds desperate.”

You turned your head around to give him a confused look, “I hardly even know you.”

Hyunjin 😳💌: sorry if i’m being a lot lol i just want you to get back okay

“Does he even know where you are?” Seungmin asked. “I don’t think he’s that committed to driving all the way here. It’s kinda long.”

“How much do you trust this guy?” Chan wondered, looking a little concerned. “You’d be in a car alone with him for about two hours.”

“That also means even more Beerior Kart than just one more round,” you pointed out, a grin spreading across your face.

“Yeah!” Minho cheered, holding his beer in the air. “We love Hyunjae!”

“Hyunjin,” you corrected.

“Whatever-the-fuck!” he said in the same tone with the same smile plastered on his face.

“I don’t know if I would want you in a car with him for two hours if you’re gonna be even more intoxicated,” Chan admitted, placing a hand on your upper back.

Your phone buzzed again in your hand, but it continued to buzz after the first one. You looked down to see Hyunjin’s name illuminated on your screen.

“He’s calling!” Seungmin gasped with wide eyes.

“Go take it in my room,” Chan told you, helping you to your feet and gesturing to his bedroom door. “I already know these freaks will start moaning in the background and shit.”

“Can you be like, a little more fun, grandpa?” Minho frowned.

You went into Chan’s bedroom and shut the door, feeling nervousness wash over you despite having liquid courage in your system. Maybe that was just the overall anxiety of taking phone calls. Still, you forced yourself to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, _____,” Hyunjin breathed. “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m at my old apartment with my friends,” you explained. “They’re trying to figure out the whole ‘me leaving’ situation.”

“Like I said, I can come get you,” he offered again. “Where are you?”

“It’s almost two hours away,” you chuckled.

“That’s okay. I’d rather you be safe than worry about a long drive.”

“Weeeeeeell…” you began slowly, wondering if you should even admit this to Hyunjin or not but your mouth was talking before your brain could consider anything else, “one of my friends is kinda concerned about me being drunk and alone in someone else’s car for two hours.”

Thankfully, Hyunjin laughed, “Understandably so. I can pick you up from the train station if you need. Do you need money for a ticket?”

“No, I’m okay. I think maybe Chan just wants me to get a taxi from the station or something.”

“I can call one for you and have it there by the time you get there.”

Feeling maybe too bold from the alcohol, you blurted the question that suddenly came to your mind: “Hyunjin, why are you being so nice to me?”

Your boldness seemed to catch him off-guard for a minute considering his silence, but you heard somebody chuckle in the background, along with a feminine-sounding laugh. It made your heart sink a little bit. Was he with another girl?

‘Are you seriously getting jealous already?’

But in your tipsy state, you’d basically forgotten about it when Hyunjin started talking.

“I’d be like this with any of my friends,” he told you. “If you’re drunk, I want to make sure you make it back safely. So if I can’t personally make sure, I’ll call a taxi at the very least.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to pick me up,” you babbled, unable to control your mouth because about 50% of your brain was just spilling whatever it thought up, “I just want Chan to not worry about me, either.”

He chuckled, “Sweetheart, I get it. I’m not offended.”

Your face was already feeling flushed from the alcohol, but it somehow got hotter hearing him call you that. You were kind of glad you weren’t around him because you didn’t want him to see how big your smile was at the name.

“‘Kay, just making sure,” you told him, still giggling from the way your heart fluttered from the use of ‘sweetheart’. You were probably going to think about that all night.

“Let me know when you leave and I’ll have the taxi ready for you,” he promised. “Let me or your friends know if anything happens, alright?”

“I will.”

“Have a good night, _____.”

“Thanks, Hyunjin!”

The bedroom door creaked open just as you ended the call. You looked up from the phone to see Seungmin’s head poking in, a devilish grin on his face.

“One more?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly, “One more.”

-

The train ride went smooth despite you having the spins, and you were pretty sure you were almost fully-sober by the time you were in the taxi. But when you got out of the car and went to walk toward your building, you stumbled slightly.

Okay, so maybe you did play more than one more round.

It was almost 2am as you entered the lobby, and you expected to hear Felix’s deep voice greet you. But instead, you heard one that made your heart skip a beat.

“_____,” Hyunjin stood from one of the chairs in the lobby and strolled over to you, a casual smile on his face. “You made it back okay.”

Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, absolutely shocked that he waited up for you and stayed in the lobby to make sure you showed up. Nobody had ever done that for you – well, except for your grandmother when you would spend the nights at her house when you were in high school and she wanted to make sure you made it home safely, and sometimes Chan did.

“Are you still drunk?” he asked, seeming a little concerned as he slightly tilted his head to one side, eyes studying you.

He mostly asked because you were just standing there staring at him and not saying anything. In fact, you were staring at him like he was some famous person that had strolled in and taken you off-guard.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted in a mumble.

“Do you want some help to your room?” he offered.

A yawn escaped your lips as you nodded, and it hit you just how tired you really were. You kept yourself occupied with your phone on the train and in the taxi, yawning a little here and there since you weren’t surrounded by the excitement of your friends anymore. But knowing your bed was only a few floors away now, you were ready to pass out immediately.

“Need a hand, Hyunjin?” the familiar deep voice commented from by the counter.

“I think I’ve got her,” he replied, carefully sliding an arm around your waist and putting your arm around his shoulders, keeping his hand in yours. “Thanks, though, Lix.”

“‘Course! Have a good night, guys. _____, call down if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Felix,” you slurred slightly, glancing over at the counter to give him a lazy smile. “You’re the best.”

He grinned brightly with a wave as Hyunjin helped you to the elevators.

All you could think of was how good he smelled. Would it be weird to try to subtly nuzzle into him or would he notice? Could you even be sneaky like this? 

Being drunk typically gave you some sort of god-complex, but all of a sudden, you were basically back to being your shy, anxious self. 

‘I sobered up at least a little bit,’ you reminded yourself, ‘I’m just not drunk enough. ...I should’ve gotten drunker.’

Had Hyunjin been around you at your peak drunkenness, you probably would’ve been throwing him pickup lines left and right. 

“Was your trip home okay?” he asked as he pressed the button on the elevator with a slender finger.

“Yeah,” you yawned, trying to not let your head drop onto his shoulder. “Pretty boring, honestly.”

“How was hanging out with your friends?” he continued as the elevator doors slid open.

Honestly, you were fine to walk on your own – it might not have been in a perfect straight line, but you knew you wouldn’t fall on your face – but you continued to let Hyunjin think you couldn’t just because it was nice feeling a strong hand on your waist and his warm fingers wrapped around your hand. And also just leaning into him was nice. Everything about Hyunjin thinking you were far too drunk to function was nice.

And then if you did decide to be bold, you could pretend like you didn’t remember it tomorrow. It was a win/win!

“I didn’t win,” you pouted as you entered the elevator and Hyunjin pressed the button for the 8th floor. “I’m not the best at chugging my drinks…or at driving…”

“Remind me to not get into a car with you, then,” he smirked, glancing at you with a teasing look.

You huffed back in his face, “Okay, real-life driving is not using a fucking controller and trying to drift on Rainbow Road.”

“It could be,” he shrugged, “if you try hard enough.”

“I think you’re the drunk one,” you stated, going so far as to reach up and press the tip of your index finger against the button of his nose.

His eyes closed as your finger touched him, and then he blinked a few times before laughing at you. And you stared at him in a way that clearly said ‘why the hell did I do that’, trying to process exactly why in the hell you did do that.

Then you stared straight forward, whispering to yourself but very much out loud, “What the fuck am I doing?”

“So, who’s the drunk one again?” he continued to laugh, and you could feel teasing eyes on you but you couldn’t look at him.

Maybe you wouldn’t look at him ever again after this.

“Oh, now you’re gonna be shy?” he chuckled, releasing your hand to put his fingers under your chin and guide you to look at him.

Doe eyes met his slender ones. You couldn’t tell what kind of emotion he was looking at you with. There were hints of a smirk on his face but there was still softness in his eyes.

‘Oh god, it’s happening.’

Your heart was hammering in your chest, bracing for whatever was going to happen next. If he was going to kiss you while you were drunk in an elevator, you at least hoped you didn’t also get trapped in the small space because that wouldn’t help you at all.

The elevator dinged softly.

His features broke into a sweet smile as he said, “You’re cute.”

As the doors slid open, Hyunjin dropped his hand to hold yours that you now realized was fisting the shoulder of his shirt because of your nerves. He guided you out of the elevator and walked you halfway down the hall to where your doors faced each other.

“Keys?” he asked.

“Ummm,” you hummed as you fished around in your bag with your free hand, your mind still reeling from whatever Hyunjin was doing to you in the elevator.

You finally found your keys with shaky hands, handing them to Hyunjin. He made sure you weren’t going to fall over if he let you go – you wouldn’t have before but now because of him, your knees felt like jelly – before he unlocked your door and pushed it open slightly for you. Then he handed you your keys back with a smile.

“I’m glad you made it home okay,” he told you.

“Thanks for making sure,” you mumbled, still finding it difficult to look him in the eye.

So all you saw was one foot step forward toward you. You didn’t see his hand come up to cup your cheek, or his head lean forward to press plush lips to your hairline, making your eyes squeeze closed as you felt your heart implode, erupting butterflies in your stomach.

“Have a good night, _____,” he murmured softly. Then he gently took your shoulders, turned you toward your door, and lightly pushed you inside because he knew you wouldn’t move your feet on your own. You could hear him chuckling at you as he added, “Don’t forget to drink lots of water.”

And then he closed the door.

And you stood in your kitchen/living area in the dark, feeling somehow more drunk than when you even left Chan’s.

[kitishsnzes]

Sneezed on the beat (because of allergies)

I think I'm funny.

Sickie: Woosung

Caretaker: The Rose

Woosung p.o.v

The four of us were spending the day in the studio, preparing for our upcoming release. It had been a rough morning for me because my allergies had been bothering me all day. I hadn't mentioned it to the others, not finding it necessary. But the longer we spent practicing the more I wished I had at least brought tissues to the studio.

We were doing our third run through of the morning when my nose had begun to itch for what felt like the millionth time this morning. I tried to keep playing, while I ducked towards my shoulder, "kkhTcHiew! Ehhktchiew ekktchiew-hh-ktchiew, 'scuse me" despite trying to keep playing I lost the rhythm and distracted the others. "Bless you Woo" Dojoon and Hajoon said in unison, "you alright hyung?" Jaehyung asked, the practice came to stop as the attention was on me. "Yeah, sorry about that"

"it's fine" they assured me, "from the top?" Dojoon asked. "One sec" I said, feeling a new itch grow, I ducked towards my shoulder and away from my guitar, "HeKtChiew! Ehktchiiew TChiew! Ugh, excuse me"

"bless, you okay Woosung?"

"yeah sorry" I said, I rubbed my nose with my wrist. Which unfortunately didn't help, instead just brought out another sneeze. "Woo-"

"hekTchIew! KtcHiew! "

Jaehyung p.o.v

My worry for our leader only grew the longer practice went. He had sneezed multiple times and was starting to get swollen around his eyes. The others seemed to share my concern. But the eldest kept assuring us he was fine and we're being dramatic. We restarted the song for the ninth time that day. Woosung was three words into his first line when he sneezed directly into the mic, causing us all to flinch. He tried to apologize but only cut himself off with another sneeze. "Woosung what's going on you're not usually like this" he waved a hand at us, and brought his hands back up over his face, "HehKTchiew! EhkTchiew- hhh-Ktchiew- KtcHiew"

"bless you"

"sorry guys" he said, he sniffled, "I'll be right back" he swung his guitar strap off his shoulder and set it on it's stand. He started walking towards the door but stopped, he quickly grabbed a few tissues from a random box, he pressed them to his face and left the room sneezing rapidly. We all exchanged a look, "what's wrong with him?" Dojoon asked, "no clue" Hajoon said, I shrugged, "does he have allergies?" I asked, the others shrugged. "maybe that's it. I know I've only ever heard him sneeze during spring, so that could be why"

"we could ask him" Hajoon said, "what are the chances he'd actually admit it though?" I asked, the others shrugged. "Maybe. Worth a shot"

"should we go find him or wait?"

"I'll see if I can find him" Hajoon said, "you guys wait here"

Woosung p.o.v

After leaving the studio I hurried to the bathroom, sneezing so rapidly and so many times I almost tripped. I was out of breath. I went into the bathroom to recover. I blew my nose and coughed a few times. My throat and eyes were burning and itchy. I was now really wishing that I had allergy medicine. I heard a knock on the door. I was praying it wasn't a staff member. "Woo? You alright?" It was Hajoon. "yeah, I'm coming" I said, I cringed at how awful my voice sounded. "Woosung? Are you sick?"

"no, I'm alright" I quickly assured him. I blew my nose once more and opened the door. "Bullshit hyung. You look awful"

"wow thangs" I sniffled, "thanGS- thangKs, oh forget it!" He laughed, "sick or allergies?"

"allergies" I admitted, too exhausted to even try and fight it anymore. "Thought so. C'mon, let's go. I think you need a hot shower and some allergy medicine"

"sorry for interrupting practice"

"it's fine. I think we all needed a break" I walked with him back to the practice room, "you found him!" Jaehyung said, "yep, and he even admitted that he's dealing with allergies"

"wow! Character development" Dojoon said, I rolled my eyes. "Alright guys stop bulling Woosung. He's already miserable enough" Jaehyung said. "Thanks Jae!" The other two pretended to be offended.

The four of us left the studio and left the building and headed back home. Right when we got home they sent me to shower saying something about needing to get the pollen off. Which I agreed with. After that I went downstairs and joined the members at the table, they were playing a loud and aggressive game of uno. At the one empty seat was a bottle of allergy pills, tissues and an already dealt hand of uno cards. "Join us" I sat down and swallowed the pills down. "feeling better hyung?" The maknae asked, I nodded, "definitely. Still kinda itchy."

"hopefully the allergy medicine will help"

"it should" I sat down and began playing. Already feeling better

[fairyniceyeah]

🌹🤍 'Cause everybody fears the one

Title from Cure (The Rose)

Summary: Hajoon has got the stomach flu – bad thing is: Woosung is terribly emetophobic. Jaehyeong comforts his hyung. Companion piece to Don't you worry cause I'm with you now.

CW: emeto, panic attacks, emetophobia

Whumpee: Woosung/Sammy Sickie: Hajoon/Dylan Caretaker: Jaehyeong/Jeff (+ Dojoon/Leo)

Woosung groaned as he opened his eyes to find the room still dark, except for the small nightlight Hajoon had put into the socket by the door. The soft pink light lightened up the room just enough to not stub your toe on hostile furniture.

It was the middle of winter and with his never-ending luck the heating in his bedroom upstairs had broken a few days ago. After he had spend an entire night shivering under his blankets and the resulting paleness and bags under his eyes, his members had decided that he was to share one of their rooms until they could get the heater fixed. So Woosung had ended up sharing with Hajoon, not that he minded. Dojoon was a notoriously fidgety sleeper and had kicked every member in his sleep often enough that he was undesirable bedpartner #1. Jaehyeong, on the other hand, while still, hated sharing beds and had been the happiest of all of them when they moved into the house with four single bedrooms. Hajoon was left and he didn’t mind sharing with his hyung at all.

Apropos Hajoon. As Woosung became more aware he realized that he was in bed alone, blanket pushed up to him as he had slept against the wall. He looked around to see faint light shimmering under the bathroom door. Suddenly he was wide-awake, sudden fear waking him up in seconds. He strained to hear sounds from the bathroom, trying to confirm that Hajoon had just gotten up to use the bathroom and was not sick.

He clutched the covers between his fingers, trying to keep calm. Woosung hated the fact that his mind often jumped to unjust conclusions, a result of his unrelenting emetophobia. When he was a teen he had hoped that the unfounded fear would get better when he got older but instead it had gotten worse. He knew he wasn’t as bad of as some people, as he had quickly found out when he first had reluctantly googled the topic, but still he had problems dealing with it. He might not carry around hand sanitizers and changes of clothes around, he wasn’t afraid of touching other people and he didn’t cook food till it turned into mush but every time a member acted off he was on high alert. Every drive with motion-sick Hajoon was a chore. Every trip to amusement parks was exhausting, caused by the knowledge hat people got sick on rides. Every cold or flu that caused violent and loud coughing in the group had him constantly wearing soundproof earphones, scared that coughing could turn into retching.

He shook himself. There was no need to panic. Hajoon was fine. He had just gotten up to pee which people did during the night. Hajoon was fine, he wasn’t sick and he wasn’t throwing up.

Still the fear gnawed at him. Shouldn’t Hajoon be back already? A quick look at the clock confirmed that five minutes had passed since he woke up – more than enough time for Hajoon to return.

Knowing he wouldn’t get to sleep if he didn’t check, Woosung pushed the blankets away and stood up, the floor cold against his feet. Slowly, despite every cell in his body wanting to run away screaming, he walked to the bathroom that connected Hajoon’s and Jaehyeong’s bedrooms to each other.

Just as he was about to knock, he heard strained coughing and the sound of liquid hitting liquid, followed by a retch.

No. No. No. No. No. He stumbled back a few steps, horror spreading in his body. Hajoon was really sick, his phobia for once not playing tricks on him. For a brief moment he wondered how it would affect his future – knowing that he hadn’t imagined things, hadn’t blown his suspicions out of proportion.

But that thought was quickly overshadowed by the building fear in his chest. Hajoon was vomiting, he was sick. And he had been sharing the bed and cuddling with Woosung for the past days. He had been exposed – he surely was going to get sick in the next few days too.

This couldn’t be happening.

Another loud retch came from the bathroom and before he knew what he was going to do, Woosung had ran out of the room, slumping against the hallway in defeat.

Away from the sound, from the proximity, from the contaminated space he couldn’t stop the hate in his head. He was their leader, for fuck’s sake! Hajoon was his dongsaeng and there he was – freaking out instead of making sure his little brother was alright. What if he choked and had trouble breathing? Surely Hajoon was just as sacred and alone as Woosung felt.

Pushing away his discomfort, the voices in his head that told him he was doomed, the pressure in his chest and the feeling he was about to cry, he made his way to Jaehyeong’s door. He felt bad for making the maknae deal with the sick Hajoon, but he knew that he couldn’t do it. Fetching Dojoon was not possible, his legs shook and he felt weak as a newborn deer. He wouldn’t make it up the stairs.

He raised his hand to knock, then thought better of it. Jaehyeong slept like a log – a knock on his door was a helpful in waking him up as would be the sun rising in Europe. Biting his tongue to keep his panic down, knowing he might be able to hear Hajoon again once he opened the door, he walked inside.

As expected, Jaehyeong was still dead to the world. With trembling limbs Woosung walked over towards him, and shook him. Jaehyeong didn’t stir. Damn his dongsaengs ability to even sleep through Dojoon misusing Hajoon’s drums in trying how loud they could be.

Frustrated tears welled up in his eyes and he couldn’t keep down the sob he had tried to suppress for what felt like ages, the pressure in his throat too much. He was too tired to deal with this, too emotional to think rationally and too overwhelmed to be able to deal on his own.

He knew he was doomed to get sick and it was the worst feeling in the world.

🌹

Jaehyeong jerked awake to the sound of crying next to him. What was going on? Confused he sat up and flicked on the lamp on his nightstand. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene in front of him.

There was his leader, his favourite hyung, crumpled to the floor next to his bed, sobbing hysterically and hyperventilating. It seemed like Woosung had been there for some time. They way he was curled into himself – it broke Jaehyeong’s heart.

But: What the hell had happened that would make his leader break down like this in the middle of the night?

Jaehyeong slipped down onto the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of his hyung. He reached out a tentative hand to lay it on Woosung’s knee, not knowing if he wanted to be touched or not. Woosung startled at the touch, apparently having not noticed that Jaehyeong was awake before.

“Jae---?”, he whispered, his voice raw and broken off.

“Hey, hyung?”, Jaehyeong said quietly, patiently, “what’s going on, huh?”

As Woosung lifted his head to finally look at him, Jaehyeong couldn’t help but hurt. The older man was frighteningly pale, his eyes red-rimmed and his cheeks flushed. The maknae was unable to tell if the leader was running a fever or not, he seemed sick. He reached over to find his hyung’s cheek cold and clammy, wet with tears, but no fever.

“Hyung? You are starting to scare me”, Jaehyeong said, unable to soothe the uneasiness he felt, fuelled by the fact that Woosung didn’t speak, “are you sick? What’s wrong?”

That seemed to be the wrong words. Woosung burst into sobs again, chest heaving from the effort and his whole body shaking. His breathing sped up to a point where Jaehyeong was scared that the oldest was about to pass out from the extreme hyperventilation.

“Breathe, hyung”, he said and reached over to press Woosung’s hand against his own chest, “follow my breathing. Slowly, in and out, in and out.”

It took a while but Woosung managed to calm down enough. Finally, after a moment of quiet, he cleared his throat and mumbled: “Hajoon is sick.”

Oh. That explained a lot.

Jaehyeong remembered the beginning days of ‘The Rose’, the day Dojoon had been sick as the first one in their newly formed group and the resulting panic attacks, even though Woosung had barely spend the day with him. He remembered Hajoon frantically trying to stop Woosung from scratching his arms open with unhinged fear, the confusion when they learned just how badly their hyung’s emetophobia was. None of them had heard about that particular fear before but Woosung’s reaction had them never doubt it’s relevance. He remembered the embarrassment and the self-hate, hearing Woosung mutter over and over again that he was a bad hyung, a bad leader. The group talk once Dojoon was better, where Woosung explained what was going on and the assurance they would do everything to help him feel better. But he also remembered the way Woosung wouldn’t go near Dojoon for days.

He remembered that fateful night where Woosung had woken up with the stomach flu, the vomiting turning into cries and the panic attacks that had them call an ambulance as Woosung kept fainting between bouts of sickness and overwhelming fear. He remembered cradling his leader against his chest as he threw up, choking.

He remembered being sick himself, left in Dojoon’s care as Hajoon took Woosung to a hotel room for the duration of his sickness.

He remembered the frantic hand-washing, the weary glances whenever somebody was feeling off. The headphones seemingly attached to Woosung’s head whenever somebody was coughing. The refusals to eat left-overs that definitely had not gone bad, the throwing away perfectly fine food which had neared their best before date. The need for reassurance that heating up some food again would not harm him. The nights Woosung was so anxious that his fear made him think he was ill, making him so shaky and nauseous despite being fine. Holding Woosung when he couldn’t sleep.

They had all learned how to help, how to reassure him and when not to push.

And now, Hajoon was sick. While he had been sharing a bed with Woosung for days, which made it very likely that Woosung would catch his illness. Jaehyeong feverishly wished it was food poisoning but they had all eaten the same food.

“Oh, hyungie”, Jaehyeong whispered and pulled Woosung to his chest, rocking him from side to side, uncaring about the snot and tears that would end up on his nightshirt.

“Can you check on Hajoon-ah?” Woosung sniffed and pulled away after a few minutes.

“How about I call Dojoon-hyung to check on Hajoon-ah?”, Jaehyeong suggested. He knew that if he came into contact with Hajoon he would be unable to take care of Woosung, as he would be considered unsafe.

Woosung nodded, visibly relived he wouldn’t loose his pillar of strength and support.

Yet before Jaehyeong managed to unlock his phone and call, loud coughing sounded from the bathroom. Hajoon was vomiting again.

All his process in trying to calm down Woosung went down the drain; the leader whimpered loudly and dove into Jaehyeong’s arms, whole body trembling. Jaehyeong wrapped an arm around him, holding Woosung against his chest to hide the sound on one ear. Then he used his hand to shield Woosung’s other ear, all the while grabbing his phone.

“Jaehyeong, what the fuck?”, Dojoon grumbled into his phone, clearly not at all awake.

“Hyung, I need your help”, Jaehyeong said, his voice sounding more timid than he had intended, “Hajoon-ah is sick. I got Woosung-hyung, but can you check on Hajoon-ah?”

“Oh shit”, Dojoon replied immediately, “I will be there.” He hung up.

Jaehyeong gently held Woosung in his arms, protecting him from the sounds until Hajoon was done.

“Let’s go to the kitchen and get you something to drink, okay?”, Jaehyeong said, as he lifted his hand from Woosung’s ear. Woosung, visibly exhausted by the events of the night and the fits of crying, nodded and let himself be pulled to his feet. Jaehyeong placed a gentle hand on the small of Woosung’s back, leading him.

In the hallway they passed Dojoon, who mustered their leader with worry in his eyes. Jaehyeong shook his head, not wanting a well-meaning question to set Woosung’s panic off again. Instead Dojoon raised his hand and carefully cupped Woosung’s cheek. “Let us lead tonight”, he whispered before slipping into Hajoon’s room to get to the bathroom and check on their sick friend.

Jaehyeong made Woosung sit down on one of the couches in the living room, having decided that that would be more cozy than the kitchen after all. As he quickly returned after grabbing a glass of water, Woosung was staring blankly into space, his small body curled into itself and he was hugging himself as if trying to protect himself. There were silent tears running down his ashen face again and he didn’t acknowledge Jaehyeong’s presence at all.

With a sigh Jaehyeong set down the water and crouched down in front of his leader, taking his smaller hands in his own.

“Woosung-ah-hyung?”, he questioned quietly, not wanting to scare him. Woosung blinked a few times, his eyes slowly focusing on Jaehyeong.

“I’m so scared”, Woosung whispered, his voice so quiet that Jaehyeong was barely able to hear him, “and I am so tired of being scared.”

“I know, hyungie”, Jaehyeong replied patiently, “but it’s not your fault. It’s a phobia. Do you blame Hajoon for hating heights? Do you think Dojoon is at fault for disliking insects? Do you judge me when I take the stairs instead of the elevator?”

“Of course not”, Woosung protested immediately. “Still…”

“You even accepted your own arachnophobia. Why does this bother you so much?”, Jaehyeong asked curiously. After the first group talk they hadn’t really dove deep into the thematic – scared they would trigger Woosung. They had talked about it when Woosung was not there, not in a malicious way but worried and trying to figure out how to help. The common thesis was that it had to do with his leader duties, the feeling that he had to be there for them when sick and vulnerable.

“I don’t know”, Woosung admitted. “I … I haven’t always been so scared. But when I was like twelve or something I was hit by a ball during sports class. It knocked my breath away – I was unable to properly breathe for some time and I freaked me out. I mean, I’m still not good at diving or generally holding my breath and I hate when I am unable to breathe. I’ve always associated … vomiting with being unable to breathe, I guess. Paired with a loss of control, body working against me. I hate it.”

Jaehyeong nodded, understanding the reasoning.

“And, I guess now it’s even worse. I’m the oldest, the leader. It’s my job to protect you all, to take care of you, to help you when needed. But beside being unable to provide help or comfort even worse I become a problem myself. I panic, I need you to take care of me. I am your leader and once one of you is ill, I am a liability, making taking care of a sick member even harder. I hate myself for it.”

So they were right.

Woosung’s voice had turned harsh during his explanation and for a second Jaehyeong watched as he pressed his fingernails into the soft flesh of his pulse point at his wrist. Gently he tugged at his hyung’s fingers till he let his hands be taken. Small moons were indented in his arm, a sign of pain and fear.

“Hyung”, he said, voice calm and what he hoped was soothing, “don’t blame yourself for that. You’re allowed to hurt. You’re allowed to be weak. You’re allowed to ask for help. You don’t have to carry all the burdens alone. We are The Rose, we are a team. You don’t have to be strong all the time, Woosung-ssi, you can rely on us.”

Woosung breathed out, the sound loud in the stillness of the night.

“Thank you, Jaehyeong-ah”, he said after a moment. “Still, I don’t … I want to go back to therapy, I think. This is not sustainable, this fear is no way to live. It’s exhausting. How often I see a Black Rose who is just nervous and my mind makes me scared that their paleness means sickness. How often I have to force myself to eat food, rationally knowing it’s fine.”

“I think that is a good idea, hyung”, he agreed. He hadn’t known that Woosung had been to therapy before but he was glad that he suggested it himself.

As he watched Woosung’s eyes drop, he grabbed the glass of water, wanting him to drink before he fell asleep. Woosung greedily drank, his body dehydrated from the tears. Once he was done, he leaned back against the backrest, closing his eyes. Jaehyeong got up from his crouch, knees protesting the kneeling position he had been in, and sat down next to Woosung. He opened his arms, letting the older crash against his chest.

“I’m proud of you, hyungie”, he whispered in his ear, rocking them from side to side.

They stayed that way, curled up on the couch together, Woosung nestled in his arms. It was peaceful. A safe haven.

Woosung had nearly drifted off when Dojoon entered the living room, softly knocking against the door. “Hajoon-ah is asleep. I told him it was not necessarily but he asked me to apologize on his behalf to you, hyung. So here goes: Hajoon is very sorry he didn’t nothing wrong but catch the wrong germs.”

Their leader gave a shaky laugh at that. Jaehyeong rolled his eyes. It was so typical that Hajoon would blame himself for something out of his control. He was soft like that.

The shared moment was over when Woosung asked in a tiny voice: “I’m going to get sick, right?”

Dojoon stayed where he was, knowing that getting closer to Woosung in this state after having helped Hajoon, would be a bad idea. Jaehyeong rubbed Woosung’s back.

“You may or you may not. We won’t know until it happens”, he admitted.

Woosung sighed and buried his face in Jaehyeong’s chest again. As he spoke again his voice was muffled and his body was trembling again.

“You’ll stay with me?”

“Always, hyungie”, Jaehyeong promised, placing a short kiss against his curls.

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - The Rose  

[svrpcntine]

[ jeong jaehyun, cis man, he/him] — whoa! SEOJUN “JUDE” HWANG just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for A YEAR AND A HALF, working as an OLYMPIC FIGURE SKATER / STUDENT. that can’t be easy, especially at only 27 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit HYPER-CRITICAL and IRRITABLE, but I know them to be DILIGENT and GREGARIOUS. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN!

QUICK STATS

FULL  NAME:  hwang  seojun  .  NICKNAME:  jude  .  DATE  OF  BIRTH:  june  12,  1997  .  BIRTHPLACE:  seoul,  south  korea  .  PARENT(S):  moon  garam  (  mother  )  &  hwang  hajoon  (  father  )  .  AGE:  twenty7  .  SEXUALITY:  bisexual/biromantic  .  OCCUPATION:  olympic  figure  skater  .  ZODIAC:  gemini  .  EDUCATION:  currently  enrolled  at  columbia  university  &  majoring  in  anthropology  .  HEIGHT:  6’0”  .  EYE  COLOR:  dark  brown  .  HAIR  COLOR  /  STYLE:  black  /  tousled  .  CURRENT  RESIDENCE:  west  village  .

BIOGRAPHY

if  there  was  one  thing  jude  would  always  know  as  a  fact  (  indisputable  considering  the  amount  of  times  his  mother  would  remind  him  without  prompt  )  it’s  that  his  birth  was  both  unplanned,  and  most  importantly,  a  mistake  in  the  eyes  of  his  mother.  a  sentiment  that  stayed  consistent  when  his  younger  sister  would  be  added  into  the  equation.

moon  garam,  a  prodigal  and  proficient  figure  skater  in  her  own  right,  was  the  glowing  star  on  the  korean  figure  skating  circuit  —  snatching  up  awards  from  juvenile  to  senior,  and  being  seen  as  a  newly  promising  up  and  coming  skater  in  events  to  come.  as  her  confidence  grew  in  competitions,  the  amount  of  gold  medals  adorning  her  room  grew  in  number  alongside  the  enemies  she  made  in  her  level.

looking  back  and  entirely  unsurprising  to  jude,  his  mother’s  attitude  left  many  with  a  bitter  taste  in  their  mouth.  nothing  goes  together  worse  than  an  alarmingly  talented  and  acclaimed  skater  with  a  superiority  complex.  the  highlight  of  her  career  was  winning  silver  in  the  1972  winter  olympics  held  in  sapporo,  japan,  just  shy  of  winning  gold  by  a  few  points.  during  this  time,  there  were  rumors  circulating  that  his  mother  tampered  with  the  food  of  her  teammate  and  main  competitor  in  the  singles  discipline  (  the  girl  who  would  go  on  to  win  gold  )  to  make  her  sick  in  an  attempt  to  keep  her  from  competing.  though  these  rumors  were  unable  to  be  proven,  this  sharply  affected  the  public  image  of  his  mother.

it’s  when  his  mother  is  in  the  prime  of  her  career,  age  25,  that  her  relationship  with  jude’s  father,  hwang  hajoon,  an  accomplished  athlete  in  his  own  right  and  going  as  far  to  win  gold  representing  korea  in  men’s  fencing,  hits  its  peak.  while  jude  is  not  quite  sure  what  his  father  sees  in  his  mother,  all  he  knows  it’s  right  when  training  picked  up  for  championships  that  she  discovers  she’s  pregnant  with  jude.

nine  months  later  and  jude  is  brought  into  the  world,  but  the  joy  of  his  birth  soon  transitions  into  thinly  veiled  disinterest  from  his  mother  as  she  saw  this  as  the  decline  of  her  skating  career.  she  couldn’t  train  while  pregnant  and  was  expected  to  take  care  of  jude  for  his  infant  to  toddler  years,  and  with  public  perception  against  her  with  her  teammate  speaking  out,  by  the  time  she  could  compete  competitively  again,  it  would  be  well  past  her  prime  and  the  age  where  many  competitive  skaters  retire.

it’s  at  age  two  that  jude  and  his  parents  move  from  korea  to  colorado  springs,  colorado  following  a  job  offer  for  his  father  to  coach  the  u.s  olympic  fencing  team  for  the  upcoming  olympic  seasons.  this  results  in  jude  growing  up  in  the  olympic  training  center  surrounded  by  hundreds  of  incredibly  talented  athletes,  the  top  in  all  of  their  respective  sports.  it  inspires  an  awe  in  jude  and  it’s  here  that  jude  is  introduced  to  the  wonders  of  figure  skating.

rather  than  much  mother-son  bonding,  his  mother  would  spend  her  time  in  the  ice  rink  with  many  of  the  figure  skaters,  offering  her  own  insights  and  help,  while  jude  would  sit  on  the  stands  and  watch  practice.  four  year  old  jude  strikes  up  a  soft  friendship  with  a  sixteen  year  old  boy  after  complimenting  one  of  his  spins,  who  is  then  the  one  who  starts  to  teach  jude  how  to  ice  skate  during  his  free  time.  this  goes  on  for  some  time  as  jude  builds  his  confidence  and  his  proclivity  on  the  ice  grows.

it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  before  word  spreads  to  his  mother  and  she’s  watching  him  skate  from  the  entrance  during  one  of  his  training  sessions.  she  sees  his  potential  less  through  the  lens  of  a  proud  mother  picking  up  her  favorite  hobby,  but  more  so  as  a  means  back  into  the  realm  and  inner  rings  of  the  skating  community.  his  innocent  training  sessions  with  his  friend  are  soon  replaced  by  a  hired  coach  and  a  newly  implemented  skating  schedule.

when  his  father  asks  jude  if  this  is  something  he  truly  wants,  all  jude  knows  is  that  he  loves  the  feeling  of  being  on  the  ice  and  the  wind  whipping  at  his  face  from  the  speed,  and  that  he  wants  to  keep  doing  it.

just  past  jude’s  sixth  birthday  is  when  his  father  decides  to  put  olympic  coaching  to  the  side  and  by  the  ardent  suggestion  of  his  mother,  the  now  family  of  four  are  moving  into  an  upscale  townhouse  in  the  west  village  of  manhattan,  new  york.  the  doting  attention  his  mother  has  on  jude  is  a  complete  180  to  what  he  was  used  to.  except  as  he  gets  older  he  comes  to  realize  it  was  a  near  obsession  of  getting  him  to  a  trajectory  in  his  skating  career  that  she  was  not  able  to  because  of  jude  himself.

his  adolescent  years  through  schooling  are  spent  with  a  regimented  schedule  —  when  he’s  not  in  class,  he’s  either  at  the  rink  practicing  with  his  coach  for  upcoming  competitions  or  in  yoga  classes,  at  competitions  themselves,  or  at  home  sleeping.  it  doesn’t  leave  jude  much  room  for  experiencing  childhood  like  other  kids  his  age  or  establishing  as  many  friendships.

jude  progresses  through  the  levels  of  figure  skating  before  making  his  senior  international  debut  at  the  age  of  17  where  he  opened  the  pre-olympic  season  at  the  106  cs  finlandia  trophy  where  he  would  go  on  to  win  gold.  known  for  his  impressive  jumps  and  clean  landings  of  quads,  many  eyes  began  to  fall  on  him  for  his  potential  of  earning  a  spot  on  the  olympic  team  for  the  upcoming  games.

when  it  comes  to  his  skating  career,  it’s  the  number  one  thing  that  jude  values  most  and  prioritizes  over  all  else.  this  translates  to  his  meticulous  nature  in  practices  and  nailing  every  minor  detail,  as  well  as  his  dedication  to  sticking  to  his  schedules  and  diets  to  maintain  his  body  to  perform  as  best  as  he  can.  due  to  his  desire  to  be  in  full  control  of  all  time,  jude  can  come  off  as  high  maintenance  with  equally  high  expectations  for  not  only  himself,  but  those  around  him.  he  has  standards  for  himself  that  he  needs  to  meet  so  to  many  (  especially  non-athletes  )  may  think  he  needs  to  take  a  breather  and  take  up  more  yoga.

after  placing  silver  in  both  the  2016-2017  grand  prix  final  and  the  2017  four  continents  championships,  and  coming  in  first  at  the  2017  world  championship,  it  secured  three  openings  for  boys  his  age  to  represent  america  at  the  2018  winter  olympics.  jude  continues  to  perform  at  his  highest  which  ultimately  lands  him  a  spot  to  be  named  in  the  u.s  olympic  team.

while  in  pyeongchang,  jude  wins  bronze  alongside  his  team  and  earns  silver  in  his  free  skate,  but  ultimately  injures  his  ankle  during  a  jump  which  has  him  withdraw  from  the  rest  of  the  competition.  he  spends  the  following  two  months  back  in  colorado  springs  seeing  an  olympic  specialist  doctor.  not  long  after,  he’s  back  on  the  ice  gaining  back  the  time  lost  through  recovery.

during  this  time  jude  enrolls  at  columbia  university  part  time,  wanting  to  experience  somewhat  of  a  college  lifestyle  kids  his  age  have  that  he  could.  two  semesters  later  and  his  mother  has  him  drop  out,  citing  a  wandering  mind  that  is  impacting  his  training  sessions.  jude  is  rightfully  upset,  but  has  his  sights  set  on  reprising  his  spot  on  the  u.s  olympic  team  for  the  2022  winter  olympics.

the  2021-2022  season  proves  to  be  career  defining  in  many  ways  for  jude.  placing  first  in  a  handful  of  competitions  domestically  and  internationally  that  have  him  returning  to  represent  the  u.s  in  the  2022  winter  olympics  at  beijing,  china.  he  was  the  entry  at  the  men’s  short  program  where  he  would  skate  clean  and  beat  his  personal  score  with  111.17  and  securing  the  10  points  for  the  u.s  and  helping  secure  the  u.s.  team  silver  medal.  jude  would  continue  on  to  set  a  world  record  in  the  men's  short  program  with  a  score  of  113.97,  breaking  the  previous  record,  as  well  as  winning  olympic  gold  with  a  free  skate  score  of  218.63  that  included  five  quads,  where  he  finished  with  a  combined  total  score  of  332.60.

after  the  olympics  and  when  training  for  the  2022  world  championships,  jude’s  previous  ankle  injuries  come  back  with  a  vengeance  and  he’s  forced  to  sit  out  for  additional  time  to  heal.  this  leaves  time  for  jude  to  begin  self  reflection  of  not  only  his  accomplishments,  but  his  life  and  what  he  wants  out  of  it.  much  to  the  displeasure  of  his  mother,  jude  decides  to  sit  out  on  the  upcoming  skating  seasons  and  enroll  back  in  school  to  focus  on  strengthening  his  body  to  avoid  further  injuries.

[seoulxsinners]

Hajoon listened to cheng and was about to say something when the man started up agian. He thought about what Cheng was saying sure there was a chance someone got hurt. But that was the risk with love. it was why he wanted to make sure this guy was right for his brother. Why he was worried his love sick brother wasn't rushing head first into something he would regret. Like he knew Minjun regrets somethings with Joowan.

When Cheng got up to go to bed Hajoon thought of following. He looked at the empty beer can in the trash. He sighed finishing his own beer and followed. He walked into his own bedroom and stared at Cheng for a bit. "I just met you. A meaningful connection with you comes with time. Sure i dont want you in that manner now but i dont believe in love at first sight. Im not a sappy child. Im a realist you know love is something that grows. You clearly loved someone in you past and it hurt i get it. Well i dont cause i never met someone who wanted me that way. Or whom i wanted that way but one person but its never going to work with him. You go in this tirade abit it not being worth it. But you'll meet that person for you agian. Maybe its me maybe its someone down the road but you will" Hajoon moved to the door after grabbing a pillow off the bed. "Look your handsome and your an intersting guy. it's not that i dont want you. Its that i dont know you. and im tired of being left in the dark of the night" he said looking down for a bit. "No one stays for me and after a while that starts to hurt too. Sleep well our plane to jeju leaves early"

Hajoon walked back to the couch tossing his pillow down. He flopped on the counch and sighed. What was wrong with wanted to love the next person he took to bed. In some ways he had turned in to Minjun he wanted that connection next time he took someone to go to bed with. Closing his eyes he slowly fell asleep.

It wasn't as if Cheng didn't crave for the same thing: the ideal of waking up in someone's arms everyday, of romantic walks in the park in the pretty fall scenery, of movie nights and romantic candlelight dinners, and of having someone to call his and whom he could belong to. The blond wanted all of this and so much more, but he was too afraid to even entertain those thoughts again, too afraid of not having history repeat itself.

The young man heaved a deep sigh again and let himself slip off the sofa, back onto the floor, as he used the foot of the couch to lean his back against and hugged his legs to his chest, burying his face into his knees. "What happens... I don't know." There was a hint of remorse in his voice, because in a way, Hajoon was right... He would leave before sunrise came, once it would've been time to say goodbye. It always made things easier... Kept him from making any hast mistakes. "It wouldn't be as if you'd care more whether I stayed or left... You yourself said it: I'm attractive, but nothing beyond that. Say we would hook up. Then what? Would that make you magically care about me beyond these looks? You clearly don't want me... Just like no one does, not in a meaningful way anyways. So why would it matter if I left or stayed? The outcome would be the same, we'd part ways the moment our mutual goal reached its conclusion."

For a while after, Cheng stood silent, as if pondering on various thoughts. It was obvious this was a very sensitive topic for him, one that reopened old scars that still bleed. "It's bullshit... Because once you make the mistake of allowing yourself to care, of getting emotionally attached to that person... It hurts all the more once they decide to leave you. And what then? What do you do when they leave? Your world gets shattered and reality as you knew it loses its meaning. You become a lost leeway, bound to mourn a person that's still alive." His voice had a slight tremble to it and the more he spoke, the quieter he got, almost to the point of a whisper.

"And the pain... Oh the pain! It's like being stabbed, it hurts and stings, but unlike a physical one, it's a wound that never heals. It becomes a part of you." Another pause followed by a sigh. "That's why I call it bullshit. Love is the worst kind of gamble you could play and even if hypothetically, you could win, it's not even a life long guarantee. Even if you find someone who'll love you now, who says they'll still love you after 1, 2, 5 or 10 years from now?" Eventually, Cheng got up. "Just save yourself the trouble. It's just not worth it." Slowly, he began making his way to the hallway. "I'm going to bed now. You should do the same, it's really late."

@seoulxsinners

[youngshiney]

Wi Hajoon, Siwan, AND Kang Haneul!!! squid games 2 is gonna be sick

[ttherose]

J&Star Company released a counter statement claiming no wrongdoing, and plan to take legal action against the members.

[theyareinsatiable]

Of course she was lying. Hajoon might have not been the smartest person in the world but even he could see that much. ( "Stop moving." ) He mused silently as he pressed his hand against her forehead once more. "Hm. Yeah, you are getting sick. I'm gonna need to drop by the store and get you something." In relation to her comment about him just randomly barging into her home, he shrugged. "Ever think that I came here to see you and not use your TV? Whilst you might have cable and I don't... I do enjoy your presence more than some program that I've already seen a dozen times."

open to: m/nb with: duri park plot: our muses are friends, there are probably feelings on both sides that neither are willing to admit, and duri's been working herself too much and is probably getting sick, prompting your muse to try and take care of her

"I'm fine. I told you it wasn't a fever, I'm just flushed from running up the stairs earlier." It was a lie, anyone with half a brain would have been able to see that it was a lie. Duri was definitely on the verge of getting sick, though it was true that she didn't have any fever, not yet. But tired, worn down, ready to curl up and sleep, all of those things were absolutely true. "What are you even doing here, anyway? I told you I was working late. And I gave you that key for emergencies, not to just hang out on my couch and use my TV whenever you wanted."

[whenmusicsounds]

I wonder.... I wonder how many people know that The Rose isn’t Woosung’s....

& that he’s not the original leader....

& I wonder how many people know that the entire band can actually sing....

& I wonder how many people know that there are 4 members of The Rose....

[chrisychaotic]

Who is with me?? god, I’m so excited ♥