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blossom-hwa · 4 years ago

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valentine’s day + golcha ✧

blame @wingkkun for enabling me :) as well as @thepixelelf for putting up the list of valentine’s day prompts on her network @newskynet (check out the list and the network here!) that inspired these little blurbs! i really encourage anyone to join in on the event and use the prompts, they’re super cute and hella funny :)

anyway happy early valentine’s day! there’ll be more blurbs for the boyz and stray kids leading up to the day of, and changmin’s interwoven story will top the holiday off <3

(find other valentine’s day blurbs for the boyz and stray kids here whenever i put up the masterlist!)

pairing: golcha x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 4.9k (total)

genre: fluff, pure fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing, like one slightly implied mention of sex (it’s the first couple sentences of sungyoon’s story, but absolutely nothing explicit)

stray kids version | the boyz version

Golden Child Masterlist

9. “i’m allergic to roses.”

jaehyun doesn’t know why his boss decided to give him the valentine’s day shift. it’s annoying and stupid and dumb, especially when he just wants to spend the entire day with you, but you have class and he has work. so jaehyun resigns himself to being forced to work in the pits of hell on the supposed day of love (it’s a drugstore on valentine’s day. he’s pretty sure he won’t even be able to count the number of boyfriends and girlfriends who’ve forgotten to buy their partner a gift and have come to this shitty CVS for a last minute card or box of chocolates).

slumped over on the counter after opening, waiting for the first wave of poor significant others to come washing in, jaehyun doesn’t even bother to move when the automatic doors slide open and a few pairs of footsteps sound on the floor. only when someone steps in front of him does he actually look up, immediately plastering on his customer service smile (that you’ve always found simultaneously hilarious and scary - “you look so dead inside, i don’t know what to say!” “i’m not dead inside!” “jaehyun, you’re in university. we’re all dead inside”), but it immediately drops when you step up to the counter and pass over a bouquet of tulips (not roses this time, thank god - jaehyun doesn’t need a repeat of the time you brought them and he had to break it to you between sneezes that “i’m allergic to roses.”), laughing at the expression of shock on his face.

“wanted to bring you something nice in the morning since we won’t see each other until later,” you explain, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “i’ll meet you in front of your dorm, right? don’t be late.”

holding the flowers, jaehyun doesn’t know what to do but nod and smile, smile so brightly it feels like the sun has come down to rest in his heart because by god, you’re the sweetest thing in this entire world and he loves you so, so much. “okay,” he breathes, unable to stop his eyes from crinkling as he smiles. “i’ll see you then.”

you lean over the counter and press a brief kiss on his lips. the bouquet nearly falls to the ground as he scrambles to lean in, to extend this bit of affection as long as he can, but then someone coughs and you two break away, jaehyun red-faced and blushing, you laughing as both of you turn to the customer holding two bags of lollipops with a smirk and a raised eyebrow on their face. jaehyun only blushes harder as you squeeze his hand one last time, supremely unconcerned, and murmur “see you later” before walking back out the door.

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

exactly one week ago, jangjun’s professor gave the entire lecture hall a stern talking-to regarding valentine’s day activities in class. no kissing, no inappropriate PDA, and “no giving out candy or confessions unless you’ve brought enough for the entire hall.” and given the fact that this is a lecture hall of just under a hundred students, no one is eager to break that rule.

but on valentine’s day, you come running in just two minutes before class starts, a large shopping bag banging against your legs as you sprint to your seat next to jangjun. he frowns at the bag, looking up at you in confusion, but you only give him a shit-eating grin as the professor walks to the podium. just as he’s about to start the slides, you raise your hand. “professor, i have candy to pass out.”

a whisper runs through the hall as jangjun starts to laugh. you really would. you actually would. y/n, you perfect bastard. professor just raises an eyebrow that jangjun can see all the way from his seat halfway across the hall and replies “do you have enough for the entire class?”

“as a matter of fact, i do!” reaching into the bag, you pull out two packages of lollipops and brandish them in the air. “all in the spirit of valentine’s day, professor!”

the hall devolves into chaos and laughter and shouts as you run down the rows, throwing candy at every student. jangjun’s laughing with everyone else - even the professor can’t help a smile as you hand him a lollipop too - but then he realizes you’ve completely bypassed his row. no matter, though, right? you’ll probably just come back and give him one when you come back to your seat, or he’ll steal a lollipop away from you. that’s how best friends work, obviously.

but then you’re running down the stairs, finished passing out candy for the rest of the hall. jangjun expects you to slide into your seat but you don’t, instead stopping at the end of the row and tossing him his favorite flavor of lollipop. he grins, about to say something, but your smile has turned slightly nervous and he’s confused - you’re never nervous, never, you didn’t even look like this before you had your first job interview - but then your gaze takes on a steely determination that’s more characteristic of his favorite friend ever and you say, “wanna go on a date with me?”

screams erupt from the seats around him, but jangjun can only stare as he tries to comprehend what you said. his mouth moves to form words and they are not the words he wants but he never thinks before he speaks and certainly not now when his brain is literally fraying at the edges -

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

your gaze shutters, your eyes turning dim. the smile on your face is still there but it’s a little forced and jangjun starts panicking because what the fuck, that’s not what he meant, and - “oh my god, y/n, i’m an idiot, i didn’t mean to say that, yes i want to go out with you, holy fuck i’ve wanted to literally since we met -”

“jangjun? shut up.”

he shuts up, terrified he’s messed up forever. but you’re smiling. you’re smiling so wide it looks like the stars themselves have come down to grace your eyes as you sit down next to him and tangle your fingers with his.

there are more screams and someone’s camera flashes but jangjun doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care, not when you’ve just asked him out when he’s been pining for you for probably years at this point and jangjun knows he’s grinning like an idiot when he squeezes your hand once, softly, and you squeeze back, winking as you pop a last lollipop into your mouth.

13. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” (slightly amended from “this is so cheesy. i love it.”)

daeyeol may be dyslexic, but he certainly isn’t blind. as the ta for this lecture section, he’s had a front row seat to the obvious pining tension between jangjun and his best friend since they stepped into class on the first day. when they hand daeyeol a lollipop, he can see jangjun smiling like an absolute idiot even so far away, and when oblivious idiot #1 finally pulls themselves together and asks jangjun on a date, the professor himself can’t help but grin even as he starts clapping his hands to bring the class to order.

as the lecture goes on, daeyeol lets his thoughts wander. he’s been over this particular set of slides so long he could probably talk about them in his sleep (and according to sungyoon, he actually has, though he has no video proof so daeyeol will just put that down to his roommate exaggerating), so he doesn’t feel too bad about not paying attention as the professor keeps talking. he has better things to think about - namely his plans for later today.

yeah, he has a date. he has a date with, in his humble opinion, the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world. he can’t help but smile when the image of your eyes crinkled in a laugh runs through his mind, the sound of your giggles and snorts making his heart flutter with excitement because holy fuck, he may not want to be in class, but at least he’s going to get to see you for hours later today.

if he wasn't the ta, he’d be the first one out of class. instead, though, he stays a couple minutes to talk to the professor (he smirks a little bit when jangjun and his best friend-turned-significant other walk out the door, still holding hands) before he finally deems it polite to say goodbye and rush out of the lecture hall to his dorm so he can get changed.

he’s breathless when he walks out of the flower shop to meet you just an hour later, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands. despite the fact that you two have been dating for months already, he still turns shy when you accept the flowers, eyes sparkling in delight. your gaze only turns sweeter, lovelier when you look up from the bouquet to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your body presses against his.

“i missed you,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you as close as he can.

you laugh. “we saw each other yesterday, daeyeol.”

his name still sounds like honey from your lips. “yeah, but that was still too long.”

again you laugh, pulling away. before he can complain, your hand slips into his, automatically tangling your fingers together. “you’re so cheesy,” you announce as though you haven’t said the same thing a million times over the course of the last few months. “i love it. anyway, should we go?”

daeyeol smiles, squeezing your hand. “of course. come on.”

4. “valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.” / “what’s that in your hands?” / “none of your business.”

jibeom isn’t anti-valentine’s day, not exactly. it’s just that he doesn’t entirely care for the way capitalism has decided to commercialize love through chocolates and teddy bears when a handwritten card would mean more to him than the most expensive candies in the world.

which is why he teases daeyeol when the older boy comes into the flower shop where he works part time, even as he wraps up the bouquet of pink and red roses. “still a slave to capitalism, i see.”

daeyeol just snorts. “you think i didn’t see the flower crown you were making when i walked in?”

“yeah, well, i made it. i didn’t buy it.” jibeom ties the last ribbon in a large bow. “i’m not going to be a slave to the machinery of this shitty economic system. valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.”

“what’s that in your hands?”

jibeom shoves a heart-shaped box of chocolate under the counter. “none of your business.”

"yeah, right.” daeyeol snorts, taking the bouquet of flowers. “well, enjoy your date later. hope y/n likes the chocolates.”

jibeom sniffs. “you enjoy yours.”

with that, daeyeol walks out to meet his partner. jibeom averts his eyes (it’s so weird seeing someone he thinks of as his older brother kissing or hugging something else, even if it’s sweet), but then the door opens again and a wide smile spreads across jibeom’s face when you walk into the shop.

“your shift is over,” you announce, hopping on a nearby stool so you can lean your elbows on the counter. “time to go!”

“y/n, for the last time, i can’t just end my shift when i want to,” jibeom says. he’s still smiling, though - he knows you don’t mean it, knows that you’ll just hang around and bother him until his shift is actually over and the two of you can go to whatever reservation you made this year.

you groan. “come on, that’s no fun.”

jibeom snorts. “here, maybe this will keep you busy.” he hands you the chocolate he bought early that morning from a dead-eyed jaehyun (thank god for the flowers his partner brought him at the start of his shift or he probably would’ve keeled over at that point). “happy valentine’s day.”

with a delighted screech, you tear into the box. jibeom watches in amusement. “i thought you didn’t like participating in the valentine’s day capitalist commercialization of love?” you ask, mouth full.

“i don’t.” jibeom shrugs. “but if it’s for you...”

he doesn’t get to finish before you yank him down by the neck of his shirt to press a full kiss to his lips. “jibeom, i love you more than you can imagine,” you declare when you finally pull away.

you look beautiful, lips slightly swollen, eyes sparkling. jibeom lifts the finished flower crown from behind the counter and puts it on your head. “there. perfect.”

“hm?” you look up, smiling when you realize what he’s given you.

“you looked beautiful before,” jibeom explains. “but now you look even more perfect.”

“are you saying that because of your flower crown, i look nicer?” you frown in mock disapproval. “jibeom, that’s awfully egocentric.”

“well, am i wrong?”

your frown splits into a wide grin as you shake your head. “no, not at all.” you squeeze his hand. “anything from you makes me feel beautiful, no matter what it is.”

21. “for me?”

“don’t mind them, jibeom and his partner won’t suck face too much.” the worker rolls his eyes as he walks forward, leading joochan further into the store. “you said roses, right? red roses?”

“yeah.” joochan takes a deep breath, trying to stop himself from screaming internally. “red roses.”

but even as the worker - seungmin, his name tag says - leads him to a selection of deep red flowers, joochan’s starting to second guess himself. what if flowers come off too strong, roses no less? it’s only the first date - and by god, he’s lucky you even accepted, you’re the wittiest and most amazing person he’s ever come across, he never imagined you would actually say yes - and joochan has no idea what to do, how to act, least of all with flowers.

dimly, joochan becomes aware of seungmin deftly tying the roses together before handing him the bouquet. “come up to the front, you’ll pay there.” he snorts. “hopefully jibeom and his partner aren’t being idiots.”

“i heard that!” comes an indignant shout from the front. despite his nerves, even joochan cracks a smile when seungmin forcefully elbows jibeom out from behind the counter, forcing his partner to stop him from falling over. “yeah you heard that, you think i would’ve said it if i didn’t want you to hear?” seungmin snaps, fingers flying on the register. “that’ll be -”

“joochan?!”

what.

what the fuck.

joochan spins on his heel to see you standing not three feet away from him, a bouquet of flowers clasped in your own hands as someone else rings up your purchase. for a moment, you two only stare at each other.

god, joochan wants to melt into the floor.

“i -” you swallow. “sorry. hi, joochan.”

“hi,” he squeaks, fingers clutching roses in a vice grip. “uh... didn’t expect to see you here?”

“i wanted to get flowers for you,” you mumble, staring resolutely at the ground.

joochan’s brain makes the windows shutting down noise. “for - for me?”

“yeah.” you half-smile, laughing a little as you point at your bouquet. joochan wants to immortalize the sound of your laugh forever in his ears. “wait - here.”

suddenly, joochan has two bunches of roses in his hands and he doesn’t know what to do with either of them. your fingers brush his skin as you hand over the flowers. joochan can feel himself getting redder by the second as he finally figures out that he should also hand over his bouquet to you.

seungmin’s voice stops him. “you still need to pay,” he says, eyes screwed almost shut with suppressed laughter.

“oh - right. sorry.” joochan hands his card over, face flaming. seungmin swipes it, gives it back, and joochan finally passes his roses to you.

for another two seconds, you two just stare, but then you smile (and joochan subsequently feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears, you’re too amazing to look at). “shall we?”

you’ve extended a hand. joochan looks at it dumbly, uncomprehending, but then he realizes you’re asking to hold his hand. gingerly he nods, pressing his palm into yours as an involuntary smile splits his face. “okay,” he breathes. “let’s go.”

25. “i love you.”

“that was... something.” you turn to seungmin, second-hand embarrassment written all over your face. understandable. even if seungmin found it funny, the awkward romantic tension in the air before joochan and his partner left was enough to make his insides curdle. of course, being a perfect worker, he didn’t show it, but...

“were we ever like that?” seungmin wonders aloud, tightening his apron.

jibeom snorts from where he’s taking off his own apron, finished with his shift. lucky bastard. “no, but you’re worse.” he pulls off the green smock, hanging it on a nail in the back. “you’ve been in love since you were like, five. disgustingly mushy.”

“you two suck face in the back whenever you have a spare moment,” you snap, throwing a small handful of discarded leaves at them.

jibeom’s partner shrugs. “better than being overly romantic and making everyone want to puke on how adorable you two are.” they wave as jibeom drags them out of the shop and down the street.

you sigh. “sucks that we got the full shift,” you mumble, slumping over the counter. “wish we were doing something better.”

“hey, we get to avoid the crowds tomorrow when we go for our late valentine’s day dinner.” seungmin sits next to you, pulling a bit of leaf out of your hair. “isn’t that better?”

“yeah.” you sit up, leaning against your elbow to smile at him. even after so many years together, the sparkle in your eyes still makes seungmin’s heart flutter. “kinda works out. i just don’t want to work.”

“lazy,” seungmin teases, kissing you briefly.

despite the insult, you smile against his lips before pulling away. “asshole.”

“hey,” he whines. “an asshole wouldn’t do this, would they?” he picks up a discarded rose - still perfect, really, the stem just got snapped a little too short for a bouquet - and tucks it behind your ear. “would they?”

you laugh. “no, of course not.” you rise from your seat and glance from side to side. when nobody enters the shop, you wrap your arms around his neck. seungmin’s hands automatically loop your waist as you kiss him long, full, deep.

“i love you,” you murmur against his lips. “i love you every day, regardless of whether or not it’s valentine’s day.”

“same here.” seungmin raises a hand, cups your cheek. you lean into his touch. “i love you too, y/n.”

3. “what, no roses?”

when sungyoon walks into the flower shop, a tray of coffee in hand, to see two of his friends locking lips just behind the counter, he only sighs. at least they aren’t trying to eat each other’s faces like some other couples he saw in the cafe today. and not much could be worse than that one time daeyeol forgot to hang a sock on the door before sungyoon got back home.

seungmin and his partner of well over five years (they’re cute. disgustingly cute and so in love it makes sungyoon want to retch sometimes) break apart, thankfully, when he puts two cups of coffee on the counter. “enjoy,” he deadpans to a nonplussed seungmin and his equally unbothered partner.

"oh, thanks.” seungmin takes one, draining half of it in one go. “oh my god, this is so good.”

“of course, it is, sungyoon made it.”

sungyoon nearly jumps. how is it that you always manage to sneak up on him? he can’t figure it out. but even though his heart is pounding, he turns around with a smile on his face to catch you when launch yourself into his arms for a hug. “hey, sungyoon,” you murmur into his skin.

“hey, yourself.” he smiles, pulling away to take you in. “you look beautiful.” as always.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tease, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind your back, smiling widely. “for you.”

sungyoon smiles, taking the delicate stems between his hands. “what, no roses?”

“nope,” you reply, popping the p. “our shop ran out. and i’m not about to buy from my competitors.”

a scoff sounds as sungyoon laughs. you narrow your eyes at seungmin and his partner, who are both replying to your gaze with mock glares of their own. it actually used to be a real point of contention, the fact that sungyoon had started dating a worker at the rival florist a few streets away, but now it’s all fun and games.

tulips and carnations, pink and red, fragrant and delicate. sungyoon breathes in their scent before turning back to the counter to hand you one of the last two cups of coffee in the tray. “your favorite.”

“thanks.” you take a long sip before leaning in to kiss him with coffee-tasting lips. “ready to go?”

“absolutely.” he takes your hand, squeezing your palm gently. “come on. we’ve got a long evening planned, don’t we?”

11. “it’s so cold! why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?!”

bomin collapses on the floor as the music turns off for the last time that evening. “oh my god,” he gasps, staring at the ceiling. “y/n, i literally hate you.”

“not my fault you aren’t flexible enough,” you snip, effortlessly folding your legs as you sit down next to his prone figure. “now get up. i got you coffee from that place you like.”

in a flash, he’s sitting, making grabby hands for the cup between your fingers. “did sungyoon make it?”

“yes.” you roll your eyes but hand him the coffee anyway, smiling. “sometimes i think you love him more than me, you know?”

“impossible.” bomin pouts at you over the cup. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know, i’m just teasing.” you stand, reach out a hand, and pull him up. “gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“i just danced for an entire hour and on our anniversary no less, valentine’s day, the most romantic day of the year -”

“yeah, yeah.” you nudge him with your shoulder as you two leave the studio. “you’re the one who told me to make sure you do your stretching exercises every day, right? valentine’s day is no exception. we did so much earlier in the day, too - you can’t say we didn’t have fun.” a smirk rises on your lips and you nudge him again. “besides, whose fault is it that our anniversary is on the cheesiest day of the year?”

bomin groans as the two of you walk out into cold air. “listen, daeyeol and everyone else was giving me extremely bad advice and i couldn’t wait and i just wanted it to be romantic, okay -”

“i know.” you pause in your step, reach up, and press a soft kiss on his lips. “i know, bomin. you’ve told me this before.”

“then don’t tease me,” he grumbles, dodging donghyun and youngtaek as they run, screaming about cold, into the dance studios where it’s warmer. “it’s so cold,” he continues grumbling, burrowing his head into his coat. “why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?”

a laugh sparkles from your lips, and against his grumpy will, bomin finds the corners of his mouth lifting at the sound. “can’t exactly control when a saint dies,” you reply, linking your arm with his. “and isn’t it kind of sweet? holding hands to keep each other warm?”

bomin sighs, allowing the smile to full spread across his face. “i guess,” he concedes, unlinking your arms so he can hold your hand in his. “still doesn’t mean i don’t want to get back to the dorms and cuddle you right now.”

“well, the faster you go, the faster we get back!” you fling his hand away, sprinting forward onto the path. “last one back is the bigger idiot!”

“hey!” bomin complains, trying to follow behind on legs still shaky from exercise. “hey, slow down!”

“hell no!” you yell. “running fast will get you warm!”

(bomin does catch up to you in the end, grabbing your hand just outside the dorm and spinning you around to press a laughing kiss against your lips. he’s warm, now, warm from the exercise, but he feels far warmer from the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.)

5. “30 roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

at first, donghyun doesn’t notice when you appear in the dance studio. you come in quietly, the noise of the door opening and closing overpowered by the music blasting from the speaker in the corner. he’s too focused on youngtaek and his partner, making sure every one of their movements is perfectly in sync.

when the music fades, clapping sounds and donghyun turns to see you standing just inside the studio, smiling behind a large bouquet of roses. he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he bounds up to you and crushes you in a sweaty hug. “hi.”

“hello to you too, sweaty.” you push him away playfully. “don’t crush the roses!”

donghyun pouts but obediently wipes his face off on a towel youngtaek hands him. “you value the roses over me,” he whines.

“not so.” you laugh. “i value the roses because they’re for you, and when i actually hand them over, i want them to still look nice.”

donghyun melts into the wooden studio floor. he really does. youngtaek takes advantage of his whipped™ moment and shoves him out the door with his belongings, leaving you to follow behind as fast as possible before you’re trapped in the studio.

once outside, you take donghyun’s (now dry) hand. “flowers for donghyun,” you announce, pressing the bouquet into his other palm. “thirty roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

“old and alone?” donghyun stops in his tracks. “what about you?”

“oh shit.” you laugh. “i didn’t think about that. i’ll be there with you, of course. just us and our thirty cats. unless you get tired of me before then.”

you say it with a joking tone, but donghyun still pouts at your words. “i’m not going to get tired of you,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “never, y/n.”

a small, shy smile spreads across your lips and donghyun revels in the feeling of making you feel flustered on this lovely day. “all right, donghyun.” the smile grows wider. “i could never get tired of you either.”

he kisses your cheek, kisses the corner of your lips. you start whining for him to give you a real kiss and he laughs, dancing out of the way. “only if you promise not to say stuff like that anymore,” he bargains, dodging your lips. “promise!”

“i promise!” you trap him between your arms, leaning in close as your eyes sparkle. “i promise, donghyun.”

“okay,” he breathes, pulling you closer. “okay.”

against your lips, he smiles.

2. ��happy valentine’s day.”

music blasts in the background as you and youngtaek begin cleaning up your studio. even though you both are exhausted from hours of dancing, the music seems to work its way into your veins again as you pick up the last few things from the floor. twirling once or twice in time to the beat, you put them back in your bag before spinning, arms held out wide.

youngtaek catches you, pulling your hand as it flies out and dipping you down. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, face just inches away from yours. he braves the small chasm to kiss you briefly before holding you closer, losing himself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

for a few blissful moments, you only stare, smiling into each other’s eyes. the pounding music fades, soon replaced with a slow, soft song.

youngtaek breaks your silence. “hey, dance with me?”

you laugh. “we’ve been dancing for hours, youngtaek. you’re not tired already?”

he kisses you again. “never tired if i’m with you.”

with that, you twirl him around, giggling as he spins dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist once more. you put your hands on his shoulders and sway slowly, gently, peacefully, as the music rolls around you in waves.

youngtaek likes it like this, likes it peaceful and quiet and calm. for others, valentine’s day might be about big displays of love, over the top shows of romance, but even though those are nice every once in a while, it’s possible to show so much love in a soft look, a gentle touch, in the feeling of his head resting against your shoulder as you sway gently to the music.

he doesn’t need roses, doesn’t need chocolates or jewelry to know that you love him and he loves you. he’ll treasure the handmade card you gave him this morning, just as you’ll listen to the song he composed you for weeks, months, and hopefully years. head tucked into your neck, he presses a soft kiss to the skin, smiling at the way you shiver slightly against him.

“tired?” you murmur, running a hand through his hair.

youngtaek’s eyes close in bliss. “not yet.” it’s not quite a lie, he still has strength in his legs, but he wants to stay in your embrace just a little longer. just a little.

“if you say so.” your fingers continue carding through his hair. “we can go whenever you want.”

“okay.” youngtaek’s smile widens. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, youngtaek.” you pull away slightly, kiss his forehead. “happy valentine’s day.”

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deobienthusiast · 3 years ago

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burn it: chapter two

• pairing: son youngtaek (golden child) x female reader x lee jangjun (golden child) ft. golden child

• word count: 6.7k words

• genre: established relationship!au, strangers to lovers!au, zombie apocalypse!au, angst

• rating: PG-13

• ⚠️warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, threats, zombies, guns, eventual character death, blood, mentions of suicide ⚠️ IF ANY OF THIS BOTHERS YOU PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE!!!!!

• notes: second chapter of the burn it mini series! you get more of a background on jangjun and why he seems so cold! i just want to remind you that this is based loosely off of the burn it mv but does not follow the webtoon or story line exactly!

Finding a place to sleep proved harder than Jangjun and Daeyeol would’ve imagined. Daeyeol seemed to be worried about you, and Jangjun just wanted to get as far away from the spot he found you at as possible. The two boys kept level heads and managed to find a barrel to which they lit a fire of their own. They settled for sleeping inside an abandoned car near the barrel. Daeyeol helped you get situated in the back seat of the car before getting into the front seat. Quietly closing both doors, Jangjun gave you both a look over before heading a little farther ways up to keep watch.

Your gaze stayed locked on the cold boy who hadn’t as much as spared you another word since he last spoke to you.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Daeyeol asked, looking at you through the rear view mirror.

Your head nodded towards Jangjun’s direction as Daeyeol nodded. “The way you talk about him is incredible. He sounds like a great friend, a great person. If that’s true,”

“It is.” Daeyeol interrupted.

“Then why does he act like that? Cold, heartless, like he doesn’t care about anybody?” You asked the taller boy.

Daeyeol watched you for a moment before smiling softly. “I’m the oldest of our friend group. I’m always the one looking after everyone. It’s me, then Jangjun, Seungmin, Jibeom, and Donghyun. We’re thick as thieves.”

His statement made you smile as he continued. “Jangjun never used to be like that, or like this I should say. He always smiled, loved and lived to make everyone around him smile and laugh. He was like a happy virus.”

You noticed Daeyeol pause as he swallowed. “What happened?”

Daeyeol opened his mouth to speak before closing it, almost as if he was thinking carefully about his words. “Someone in Jangjun’s family got bitten by a friend of his outside our group. They didn’t want the family to see them suffer and Jangjun is the only boy so they had him handle it.”

You sat up slightly. “What do you mean by handle it?”

Daeyeol lifted his gaze to look back at you. “I don’t want to go into detail because it, it’s hard to talk about, but let’s just say it really took a chunk out of Jangjun. He moved out of his family home after that because he blamed himself for what happened and he didn’t want to cause any more harm.”

“But it wasn’t his fault.” You replied softly.

Daeyeol shrugged. “Good luck telling him that.”

Daeyeol turned his head to watch the younger boy who kept a close eye out for any zombies. “Jangjun barely wanted to get taken in by me as he thought myself or the others would get hurt. That’s why he’s so adamant on us finding them. Our friend, Donghyun, suffered an injury while we were traveling. He caught an infection because of it and now he’s sick. The medicine we have can help him. We offered to go because we are the oldest, but when we came back they were gone. He’s worried about me, he’s worried about Jibeom and Seungmin, but most of all he’s worried about Donghyun because he’s the youngest.”

“He’s worried about all of you, but who’s worried about him?” You asked quietly as you both watched the boy.

What you had mistaken for plain rudeness and snobby was just Jangjun being protective. His way of protecting the people he loves was not letting them or himself get close to anyone. You praised Jangjun for his ability to be wary of people. Trusting people easily was a big problem of yours, so much so that you would get scolded by Youngtaek. Even Joochan.

You didn’t get much sleep. Rather you stuck with just pretending to be asleep so Daeyeol wouldn’t worry. Eventually you did fall asleep, which helped Daeyeol out because he was needing to switch shifts with Jangjun but didn’t want to if you were still awake. Jangjun didn’t like the fact that he had to watch over you, considering he didn’t trust you that much.

You were awoken by a sigh as your eyes fluttered open. Sitting in front of you wasn’t the same tall boy who’s figure was in front of you when you fell asleep, but rather his friend. Jangjun’s gaze was locked on his older friend who kept pacing back and forth as he kept watch.

“He’s really nice.” You said softly.

Not expecting you to wake up, Jangjun looked at you through the rear view mirror. He just watched you momentarily before letting out another sigh. The mirror gave you the perfect opportunity to look over the boy’s features. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome. Dark, dark, jet black hair sat atop of his oval shaped head that ended with a pointed chin. He had a defined jawline and pointed nose. The feature that stood out the most was his eyes. You remember when he first stared you down. His dark brown, almost pitch black eyes stood out immediately. They dragged you in very quickly. They were different from everyone else’s. Youngtaek and Joochan had brown eyes, but theirs weren’t nearly as dark as Jangjun’s. Come to think of it, Jangjun’s friend Daeyeol didn’t have dark eyes like him.

“You’re staring.” You heard someone say before shaking your head.

“What?” You asked.

Jangjun shrugged. “You were staring at the mirror.”

You felt your cheeks warm as you tried to sink further into the seat. “Just thinking.”

He didn’t say anything else, rather he nodded before bringing his gaze back to Daeyeol. You followed his gaze and watched the older male before thinking about what he had just said to you. Staring. How did he know you were staring at him, unless Jangjun had been sneaking glances at you as well. The thought of him even being slightly interested in getting to know you like Daeyeol made you smile.

Just when you thought you could keep yourself from being embarrassed again, your brain moved quicker. “You have really pretty eyes.”

Your eyes widened at what you said before noticing something. The compliment that you had meant to say to yourself had brought the smallest smile to Jangjun’s face. His teeth showed just slightly making you understand what Daeyeol had mentioned hours early. His cheeks dusted over in a light shade of pink as he nodded slightly. He didn’t say anything back, but the smile he let slip left you feeling victorious. You turned your attention back to Daeyeol who was talking into a walkie talkie as he watched for zombies.

“Who is he trying to talk to?” You asked softly.

You were expecting to be met with silence so when his raspy voice spoke up softly, you were shocked to say the least.

“Our friend Seungmin has the other one. He’s been trying to get in contact with him for days. We haven’t been able to get an answer.” Jangjun told you.

You noticed his eyes cast down to his fingers as he picked at them. Your mouth opened to say something before Daeyeol was sprinting back to the abandoned car you both were seated in. Jangjun reached to open the passenger side door, having to eventually kick it open with his foot as Daeyeol fell into the seat.

“What? What is it?” Jangjun asked, both you and him looking at Daeyeol with wide eyes.

Daeyeol held up the device in his hands before bringing his index finger to his lip, motioning for the both of you to be quiet.

“Seungmin, it’s Daeyeol. Do you copy?” Daeyeol asked.

The line went quiet as you and Jangjun watched the walkie talkie. You were met with a long moment of silence as Jangjun went to speak.

“Yeol,” He started before being cut off.

All three of you held wide eyes as the line went static before you heard another voice.

“I hear you, hyung. I’m here.” You heard a voice reply.

Jangjun ripped the device from his older friend as he all but yelled into it. “Seungmin, Seungmin you’re alive?”

The voice replied again, this time quicker than the first. “I’m alive. We’re all alive.”

The line cut out before another voice spoke. “We’re here.”

Daeyeol slumped back into the worn out seat slightly as he let out a sigh. “Jibeom,”

“Yes hyung?” The voice said.

“I hate you guys. I’m too old for this.” Daeyeol said, making the two boys laugh.

You smiled before looking at Jangjun. He had a serious look on his face before speaking.

“Where’s Donghyun?” He asked quietly.

Daeyeol watched him as the line went silent. They didn’t answer immediately as Jangjun swallowed, closing his eyes to hold back what you were thinking were going to be tears as Daeyeol laid a hand on his shoulder. Jangjun let his head fall slightly before a weakened voice spoke.

“I’m right here, Jun.” The voice said.

Jangjun’s head shot up. “Donghyun, you’re okay?”

His statement came out more like a question as the other line came through.

“Yeah. I’m okay. If I’m gonna die, it’s going to be from an allergic reaction to the medicine you’re bringing me, not this injury.” The boy said, making both of them laugh.

Daeyeol nodded to himself before speaking. “Where are you three?”

The line quieted again. “We found a building with a storm shelter. The door locks from the inside. When you guys had left, we got ambushed. We barely made it out alive. It’s a little ways past the Han River. It has a big sign on it, advertising hardware. It's in there.”

Both boys nodded.

“Okay, we’re coming to you guys. Don’t move. Seriously.” Jangjun said.

The three boys replied back as Daeyeol gave them an estimated time. He turned the walkie talkie off before looking at Jangjun. They both had a look of relief on their faces as Daeyeol brought his hand to the back of Jangjun’s head, holding it up.

“They’re okay. They’re alive, and they’re okay.” Daeyeol assured him as Jangjun nodded.

Daeyeol turned to you as he spoke. “We gotta get going.”

You nodded, gathering up the little things you had as both boys got out of the car. You were waiting for Daeyeol to help you before the door opened. The hand that reached for you definitely wasn’t Daeyeol as you peeked out from the car. Jangjun’s dark eyes stared down at you as his hand stayed parked right in front of you. Looking at it, you slipped your hand into his as he pulled you up and out of the car. You both stared at each other for a moment before hearing Daeyeol clear his throat.

Your hand dropped from his as Daeyeol spoke. “The Han River is about two and a half hours away by car. Clearly there are no working ones, so we better start moving now. I found a flashlight. We’ll use it and some of the working streetlights to help ourselves navigate the streets. If we start now, we should be able to get to their location by early afternoon.”

Jangjun nodded as he grabbed the backpack he had been wearing, throwing it over his shoulder. Daeyeol did the same as the three of you started your trip.

The first hour was quiet. Avoiding zombies proved to be easier than it seemed as you would walk behind zombies or out of the light, following just the moon in order to navigate your way through the maze you were creating. Conversation was kept to a minimum as to not alert any unwanted attention from the creatures of the night. All three of you were on a mission. You just to know there was more people, and the guys to find and help their friends.

Jangjun’s face stayed contorted in a serious look as he led the way, wanting nothing more than to get off the streets and find his friends. You were expecting a bit more conversation from him considered how he slightly opened up to you, but instead it right back to where it was when you had first met. The night sky was starting to shift to a lighter color on the horizon had the sun was beginning to rise. Some of the street lights had turned off, preparing for the daylight which was always just a yellowish orange haze since the outbreak.

“Hey, let’s stop up here. Take a quick break.” Daeyeol suggested as Jangjun stopped.

He let out a sigh, clearly not wanting to stop but knew why he did. For you. Jangjun didn’t bother turning around rather walking the perimeter of the area you had stopped before sitting down by himself. You watched him, taking in how he looked around at his surroundings.

“So, you mentioned how you were traveling with your boyfriend and his best friend?” Daeyeol asked.

The question made you look away from Jangjun as you messed with your fingers. You nodded as Daeyeol sat down next to you.

“You don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to, but you seem sweet and I’d like to get to know you more. I like meeting new people.” Daeyeol said, this time in a softer tone.

Looking into his eyes, you smiled with a nod.

“His name is Youngtaek. My boyfriend, that’s his name. He’s tall, goofy, clumsy, always smiling and laughing. If we had ever met before all of this, he and Jangjun would probably be inseparable. I’ll even throw his best friend Joochan in there too. Joochan is funny and loud. He loves singing. They were my boys.” You said quietly.

Daeyeol nodded. “They still are your boys. Don’t lose hope.”

“I think that’s been a long enough break. Can we get going now?” You both heard as Daeyeol closed his eyes with a sigh and nod of his head.

He gave you a small smile before standing up, dusting himself off, and helping you. Jangjun walked over to the both of you before looking at his friend.

“It’s your turn to lead.” Jangjun said quietly.

Daeyeol nodded, hoisting the backpack he had on higher up on his shoulders. He started to walk, you following behind as Jangjun fell in stride. The three of you didn’t stop for long, but it was long enough to get a glimpse of the sun rising above the horizon. The sky started to turn a light shade of green as the sun pushed the darkness to the other side of the planet. Daeyeol kept a close eye out as the sky became lighter in color. More zombies were beginning to appear making it harder to stay out in the open. You three continued to walk as Jangjun spoke quietly.

“Let’s try going through these abandoned buildings. The light is pulling the zombies out of the buildings, and the damage to them will help us slip through,” Jangjun stopped to look at the building openings. “As long as we don’t stop.”

You could tell the dig was at you, and it upset you to no end considering the little bit of openness he gave you just an hour or so before.

“Take it easy, Jangjun. Come on.” Daeyeol scolded as he led the way to the buildings.

The three of you walked as quickly and quietly as possible through the buildings. Dodging zombies proved to be easier than expected due to Jangjun’s quick thinking and scene-causing. Anytime he felt the three of you were getting too close to some zombies, he’d find a way to create a diversion to send them on their way. With each diversion successfully created, Jangjun would carry on with a small, victorious smile on his face. Daeyeol couldn’t help but laugh as he would whisper to you.

“Because that’s just what Jangjun needs. A ego boost.” Daeyeol said, making you laugh.

Jangjun continued with his antics before stopping when no more zombies seemed to be in sight. You had managed to scale through quite a few buildings without running into anymore zombies. As you kept walking, you noticed a clinic.

“Look,” You pointed out.

The two boys stopped as you spoke. “Do you think anyone is in there?”

Daeyeol looked over the broken up doors as he turned towards Jangjun. “Stay here.”

“You’re not going in there alone.” Jangjun told him.

Daeyeol nodded his head. “Yes I am. Stay here and find shelter in that building over there. I mean it.”

Daeyeol took off towards the clinic as Jangjun let out a frustrated sigh. He ran his hand through his jet black hair before looking at the building across the way that Daeyeol had pointed at. It looked like a run-down café as he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

“W-wait, no. We can’t just let him go in by himself.” You said.

“He’ll be fine.” Jangjun retorted, still pulling you despite your struggle.

You shook your head. “We don’t know that.”

“He said find shelter so that’s what we’re doing.” Jangjun replied.

“Stop. We aren’t leaving him.” You finally got your wrist out of his grip as he stopped.

Jangjun turned to you, his dark eyes boring into yours as you shrunk down from the intensity of his gaze. “Fine. If you want to stay out here by yourself with no protection then you do that. I’m going to listen to Daeyeol and go find shelter.”

The boy turned back towards the café and walked off. Your eyebrows furrowed as you bit your lip. Your instincts were telling you to go after Daeyeol and help him, but your heart was telling you something else. Something like go with Jangjun. You let out an internal whine before heading in Jangjun’s direction.

You lifted a tarp that covered the door before stopping when you heard a noise.

“Relax.” Jangjun’s voice said softly, making you jump. “Glad you decided to not be stupid and join me.”

Jangjun was behind the counter of the rundown café as he leaned over the structure. His dark eyes watched you intently as you made your way through the destruction. Torn up pictures and ripped through interior from bar stools and booth tables were all that greeted you. The place looked as though it used to be homey and calming, but now all it was was desolate and broken.

“This place used to be nice.” You heard Jangjun say.

His statement caught you off guard.

“You’ve been here before?” You asked.

Jangjun nodded, his dark hair falling softly in front of his eyes. “Yeah. In fact, we used to play basketball outside to the left on the open courts over there.”

He pointed towards a broken window that gave a view of beat up basketball courts that were covered in overgrown weeds.

“What did you always get?” You asked, genuinely curious.

He cracked a small smile, prompting you to take some steps towards the counter he was currently leaning on.

“Banana Milk Tea. Simple but tasted so good. Especially in the summertime.” Jangjun said softly.

You felt yourself smile. “I love banana milk.”

Jangjun’s eyes went from the broken window to you and for the first time you saw something different. His gaze wasn’t hard or intense. It held a softness in it. A softness you had never seen before, not even in your own boyfriend’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Jangjun whispered.

By that moment you stood face to face with him, the only obstruction stopping you from walking into him being the counter. You could hear him clearly, but that didn’t stop him.

“I’ve been kind of a dick,” You interrupted him.

“Kind of?” You said teasingly.

“Okay, I’ve been a huge dickhead. I’m just, I don’t know. I worry a lot. About myself, about my friends. I’m not a very trusting person, which is insane because I never used to be this way. Then again, I’ve seen and done some things that I can say have definitely influenced change on me.” Jangjun replied.

His dark eyes casted down to his hands that were enclosed on each other as he spoke again. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you outside, or called you stupid. You were only trying to keep Daeyeol safe, and I’m grateful for that. Daeyeol, our friends we’re looking for, they are all I have.”

You frowned, thinking of the story Daeyeol told you. “No family?”

Jangjun took in a sharp breath, making you softly speak up.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried. It’s none of my business.” You told him.

Jangjun shook his head. “No it’s okay. I do have family, or I did. I left in the beginning of this apocalypse and haven’t seen them since. I don’t even know if they are alive.”

You swallowed at his statement. “I know how you feel. I-I wanna believe my boyfriend and best friend are still out there alive, but it’s like the more time goes by without seeing them,”

“The harder it is to keep believing.” Jangjun finished.

Nodding at his statement, you looked at him. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

You went to speak again before hearing some rustling behind you. Jangjun quickly jumped over the counter to push you behind him as he watched the tarp covering the door get lifted. The both of you let out a sigh of relief as Daeyeol came in.

“The cabinets had already been rummaged through. As if someone was looking for medicine for themselves.” Daeyeol said.

Jangjun nodded. “So either there are more survivors or zombies got into them.”

“There are more survivors, at least I believe so.” You said from behind the boy. Reaching into the jacket you were wearing, you pulled out the note you had found with Youngtaek and Joochan.

You handed the note to Jangjun as he read it, getting louder as he got to the end.

“Tell her I love her. I’ll find you guys soon. Sungyoon. Where did you find this?” Jangjun asked.

“We found an abandoned bus and Joochan found the note.” You told him.

Daeyeol held out his hand, silently asking for the letter as Jangjun handed it to him. “There’s blood on it, but it’s not from a human.”

You nodded, remembering Youngtaek saying those exact words. You hoped it wasn’t a foreshadow of something worse to come as you frowned.

“How far out are we?” You asked.

Both boys looked at you as Daeyeol spoke. “We’ve still got at least two hours. An hour and a half if we don’t stop anymore.”

Jangjun nodded, fixing the backpack he had on. “Let’s head out then.”

You and Daeyeol nodded. The both of you went to walk out before you noticed a picture frame on the ground. Veering off towards the broken frame, Jangjun noticed you from the corner of his eye as he grabbed Daeyeol’s arm, stopping the older boy.

“Look,” You said, kneeling down to lift the frame carefully as to not cut yourself on the broken glass and metal still encasing the picture. “Are they the owners?”

The two boys headed towards your direction as you got up from your position on the floor. Gently scraping the broken shards out of the way, you looked at the photo.

“Mother and son?” You asked, looking at Jangjun.

He nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know his name, but I remember that they were really close. Well, they did have a bit of a fight with each other but other than that it was a great mother-son relationship.”

“They look happy.” Daeyeol said softly.

You nodded before you both heard a guttural groan from outside the building.

“Okay, we gotta go. Now.” Daeyeol whispered sternly as you all headed for the door.

They positioned you in between the both of them so you were protected in the front and the back as you exited the building. You moved slowly so as to not make any noise. The sky was now a light shade of orange signaling the late morning that had now fallen upon you. The three of you continued your trek through the streets in search of the hardware store the boys’ friends had spoken about.

Silence consumed the three of you as you walked for what seemed like forever. No conversation was made up until you noticed a gated area.

“Look,” You pointed at the gate. “The Han River.”

Jangjun let out a sigh of relief as a smile made its way to his face. “We made it. Oh my god we made it.”

“We aren’t out of the clear yet.” Daeyeol said, interrupting Jangjun’s thoughts. “Got a lot of zombies covering our path.”

Daeyeol looked all around as he took in the amount of zombies that were surrounding the area.

“Maybe we can get help from Seungmin and Jibeom?” Jangjun asked.

The older boy nodded as he pulled out the walkie talkie. “Seungmin, this is Daeyeol.”

The three of you stayed quiet before hearing the walkie talkie beep.

“Hyung, I’m here. What’s up?” The voice said.

“We made it to the Han River. We can’t get any further though. Zombies are blocking the way, and there’s a lot of them.” Daeyeol told the boy.

The line went silent for a moment before coming back to life. “What do you need us to do?”

Daeyeol looked at Jangjun as his face widened in shock. Grabbing the walkie talkie from the older male, he spoke.

“Seungmin, are there any windows in the place you guys are in?” Jangjun asked.

A ‘yes’ came through as Jangjun spoke again. “Any heavy objects that can make a lot of noise?”

The same repeated answer was replied to Jangjun as he nodded. “I need you to open the window, as quietly as you possibly can, and throw the objects out the window. Throw them as far as you can. The noise will lure the zombies down that way.”

“Jun that’s perfect! The entrance is on the other side of the building away from the window. Jibeom can help you guys get in and I can cause the diversion.” The voice said excitedly.

Daeyeol couldn’t help but chuckle at his younger friends excitement. “Alright, let’s stay focused and not get too excited. We haven’t made it yet. This plan has to work, or else we’re stuck out here for another night.”

Jangjun nodded at the boys words as he spoke. “Hyung is right. We gotta hold off on celebrations until the plan falls into place. Just, be careful. Please.”

“We will. I promise. We’ll get started right now.” The voice said before the line went dead.

You looked at the two boys before speaking. “What now?”

Daeyeol let out a sigh. “We need to climb the fence. Getting on the other side will leave us with some space between us and the zombies. Come on.”

Daeyeol walked towards the fence, pulling off the bag on his back as he tossed it over. It hit the ground as he helped you over. Jangjun followed, then Daeyeol as he picked up the bag. The three of you continued on before hearing a loud noise. A few zombies let out screams prompting Daeyeol to push you down towards the ground, Jangjun following.

“Get down.” Daeyeol whisper-yelled as he looked through the vines growing on the fence.

More zombies let out screams as they headed towards the direction of the sound. Another loud sound was made as they started running.

“We gotta get back over the fence, right now. I can see the hardware sign.” Jangjun said.

Jangjun went to climb the fence, making Daeyeol jump up. “No, Jangjun wait!”

Daeyeol quickly pulled you up, practically pushing you over the fence as he tried to stop the overzealous boy from making a big mistake. Jangjun had set a fullon dead sprint towards the building where the sign hung before Daeyeol was pulling you with him. The commotion managed to set off a few zombies as they started to run your way.

“Daeyeol!” You yelled out making the boy stop.

His eyes widened as the zombies got closer before Jangjun jumped in front of the two of you. He pushed one of the zombies that got close before ripping off the bag he had on, shoving it into your hands.

“Run. Go now!” Jangjun shouted.

The situation was starting to make your head spin as Daeyeol gave the younger boy a pleading look. The zombies were starting to draw nearer as Jangjun reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of pills. He ran towards the horde as he shook the bottle.

Daeyeol pulled you towards the building as you watched Jangjun get swarmed by zombies. The scene was all too real for you as you had seen it once before. You turned your head away, burying it in Daeyeol’s arm as Daeyeol pounded on the door. The large door echoed with each hit, alerting some of the zombies that had surrounded Jangjun.

You heard a lock from the other side before it opened as Daeyeol practically pushed you into the short boy who opened it. He threw himself in and closed the door behind him, locking it as the boy you had hit spoke.

“Hyung, where’s Jangjun?” The boy asked.

Daeyeol kept his hands on the door as you watched him.

“Where is he?” The boy yelled again.

Daeyeol turned as he caught his breath. “Jangjun alerted some zombies while we were making a run to the building. He grabbed a bottle and shook it to help us get in.”

The boy hadn’t even registered that you were in there with them as he ran into Daeyeol. Daeyeol hugged him tightly before looking past you.

“Jibeom,” Daeyeol started as a dark-haired boy pushed past you and ran straight to the older male. “I’m so glad you guys are okay!”

“Where’s Jangjun-hyung?” Jibeom asked.

Before Daeyeol could speak there was pounding at the door. Daeyeol pushed the two boys back as he turned to the door, keeping his hand on the loose lock so it wouldn’t unlatch itself. The pounding got harder and more frequent as Daeyeol spoke without turning around.

“Go take cover somewhere. Go where Donghyun is.” The boy told the three of you.

You were starting to get worried now. You guys had already lost Jangjun in this mess, you didn’t want to lose Daeyeol either.

“Daeyeol,” You started, but he interrupted.

“Now!” Daeyeol yelled.

You jumped slightly as the dark-haired boy grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him. The three of you entered a small room where another boy was laid on a small cot. They closed the door just enough to hide you, but left it open a crack. The dark haired boy let go of your hand as him and the smaller boy tended to the one laying down. You watched them for a moment before looking through the crack in the door. Daeyeol kept his grip on the lock before leaning his head against the door. That’s when you all heard the yell.

“Open the door! It’s me! Open the door!” Jangjun yelled as Daeyeol raced to push the door open.

Jangjun squeezed through, helping Daeyeol close it before jumping into Daeyeol’s arms. Daeyeol hugged him tightly as you ripped open the door.

“Hey!” One of the boys yelled as you ran up to the two boys you had traveled with, pulling both of them into a hug.

They hugged back, stunned as you removed your one arm that was around Daeyeol to wrap around Jangjun’s torso. He seemed shocked at your actions as he slowly wrapped his own arms around you.

“You’re okay.” You breathed out.

Jangjun looked at Daeyeol as the older boy had a small smile sitting on his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Jangjun said before hearing commotion coming from behind you.

“Jangjun!” Someone yelled as you pulled away.

The two boys you had hid with made their way out of the room and towards the boy. Jangjun let out a sigh of relief as he hugged both boys.

“Where’s Donghyun?” Jangjun asked as the shorter boy led him away.

Daeyeol watched the two of them before letting out a sigh of his own. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking at you, giving you a smile. You smiled back before looking at the boy in front of you.

“Oh, where are my manners? Jibeom, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Jibeom.” Daeyeol introduced the both of you.

You watched the boy look you up and down before giving you a friendly smile. He held out his hand towards you as you took it, shaking gently.

“Nice to meet you, Jibeom.” You said quietly.

He nodded. “Likewise.”

Jibeom wasn’t as tall as Jangjun or Daeyeol, but he was on the tall side. He was slim and like Jangjun, you noticed the dark hair he carried. You smiled at him before hearing Jangjun’s voice.

“When was the last time Donghyun had any medicine?” He asked.

Jibeom turned to him. “Yesterday. We ran out yesterday.”

Jangjun nodded as he walked over to you. He went to reach for the bag on your back before stopping.

“Do you want to meet Donghyun?” Jangjun asked.

Before you could answer, Daeyeol spoke up. He was walking towards the open window as turned.

“Might as well meet everyone. You’re one of us now.” He told you before grabbing the window and closing it.

Jangjun led the way back into the room you had hid in. The short boy from earlier was hovering over the cot, softly speaking to someone who was laying down.

“Look who’s up and at ‘em?” Jangjun said, catching both boys’ attention.

The one laying down struggled, but managed to sit up enough for Jangjun to pull him into a tight hug.

“You guys made it!” The boy said in a soft voice.

You smiled slightly before feeling someone’s stare on you. Looking up, you made eye contact with the short boy from earlier. Jangjun had pulled away from his hug as he spoke.

“This is Donghyun.” Jangjun said with a small smile.

Donghyun turned his head towards you as he gave you a weak smile.

“Nice to meet you.” The boy said softly.

The short boy from earlier spoke up. “I don’t remember you on the trip. Where did they find you?”

Turning towards him, you heard Jangjun speak. “Take it easy Seungmin. Everyone’s safe.”

Seungmin eyed you before speaking. “I may not trust you yet, but thank you for helping them.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his semi-rude praise as you turned back towards Donghyun and Jangjun. Jangjun was helping the younger boy sit up as you took the bag you had off your bag. He reached behind him without looking back as you handed off the bag. As Jangjun rummaged through it, the door creaked open.

Daeyeol popped his head in as he spoke. “Hey, can I borrow you for a second?”

You pointed at yourself as the boy nodded. Excusing yourself, Daeyeol pulled you back into the main part of the building you had previously entered as he stopped. With him was Jibeom, and he looked as pale as a ghost.

“Jibeom told me there were some people occupying this space before the three of them got here.” Daeyeol told you.

You nodded slowly as he continued. “He said that there was two of them.”

Jibeom interrupted him this time. “They said they were looking for someone they got separated from.”

The breath got caught in your throat as you let your hands drop to your sides. “You, um, was it two boys? One with red hair, the other with dark brown?”

Jibeom nodded. “They said their names were,”

“Youngtaek and Joochan.” You whispered out.

“Yeah. They looked worried.” The boy said softly.

You felt a tear slip from your eye as you looked at Daeyeol. “They’re alive. Both of them are alive.”

Daeyeol sighed. “Jibeom, finish what you told me.”

Looking back at Jibeom, he nodded. “So, we let them stay here for some time. Eventually they both were able to find a place to hideout. They’ve been staying there since then.”

You started to mess with your fingers. “I can’t believe they’re actually alive. I have to find them. I need to go see them. You said they were on this block? I have to, I have to find them.”

You started to move around frantically. Grabbing the jacket that you had on, you moved towards the door, hands grasping the large lock. Jibeom and Daeyeol started to panic as they both ran towards you. The commotion caused Jangjun and Seungmin to push open the door to the room they were in as they ran out and watched Jibeom and Daeyeol struggle.

“Woah woah! What’s going on?” Jangjun yelled as he ran towards the chaotic scene.

He went to reach for your arm, just barely missing as you kept fending off the other two boys and continued to mess with the lock.

“Please just relax. You can’t go out there.” Jibeom says calmly as to not tick you off anymore.

Daeyeol reached for the lock, holding it shut as you pushed at him.

“No! Let me out! They’re still alive, and I need to find them.” You yelled.

“Who’s still alive?” Seungmin asked from the far end of the room.

Jangjun watched you continue to rattle with the lock under Daeyeol’s hand as he stepped towards you.

“Move your hand, Daeyeol!” You yelled at the boy before feeling someone grab you.

The grip on your arms was strong enough to turn you around as you tried to get out of it. You came face to face with Jangjun as he put little effort into holding you still.

“Seriously Jangjun! Let me go! I need to find them!” Your last yell came with a rush of strength as you pushed Jangjun hard enough to make him stumble.

You turned back around to reach for the lock when he stopped you again.

“Jangjun back off! You didn’t even want me to be here earlier!” You said without looking at him.

Your words struck a nerve as Jangjun pushed you and Daeyeol out of the way. He unlocked the door himself and moved out of the way.

“You are absolutely right. Go ahead then. Leave.” Jangjun said.

“Jun,” Daeyeol warned.

“Shut up! You want to leave, right? Go ahead and leave. Go out there by yourself with no weapons, no clues to where on this street they are despite this street being stuffed with abandoned buildings! You’ll be dead before you even get halfway down the street.” Jangjun finished.

You tore your eyes from his seething gaze and looked at the door. The lock slung back gave you the perfect chance to walk out the door, but just like your words struck a nerve in Jangjun, his struck a nerve in you.

“You don’t have to be an ass about it.” You said softly, not bothering to look at him.

Jangjun let out a chuckle. “Welcome to the real world. Not everyone is kind and just. Now, before you get all of us killed with your irate behavior, why don’t you sit down, relax and rest. Give those things on the other side of the door some time to disperse, and I’ll help you look for the two of them tomorrow.”

Daeyeol reached behind Jangjun to lock the door as he nodded. “Though I don’t like the way he worded it, I agree with Jangjun. There’s strength in our numbers. You can’t go out there by yourself. Jibeom can even go with you because he’ll probably know where they are. Okay? Deal?”

Everyone was looking at you as you nodded. “Yeah. Deal.

Jibeom and Daeyeol let out the breath they were holding as Jangjun nodded. He went to walk past you as he was shoved, hard. He stumbled as everyone looked at you.

“What the hell was that for?” Jangjun asked angrily.

“You,” Your finger jabbed at his chest. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again or I’ll gather up the strength to throw you out the door myself.”

You pushed past him to go to an abandoned part of the building everyone was in as Jangjun turned to look at Daeyeol. The oldest stood by the door with a small smile on his face as he shrugged.

“Looks like your bad attitude is rubbing off.” Daeyeol told him in a teasing tone.

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babysubinnie · 4 years ago

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team captain // choi bomin

🌟 pairing:: choi bomin x reader 🌟 genre:: fluff, angst, everything tbh, volleyball player!bomin 🌟 summary:: the boy that everyone was in love with. the boy that everyone thought was absoultely perfect, it turns out that maybe he isn’t so perfect. but that’s the reason why you loved him. wait-

a/n: i like this but i don’t know if i do u feel? ——————————————————————————

he was the star volleyball player that everyone thought was perfect because of his background, the way he played, just everything about him but the thing is, not everything about him was so perfect. i wish i didn’t have to find out this way but i did. i remember that day so clearly because i wish i never walked into the room at that moment. i wish i never had anything to do with the boy named choi bomin, the fucking varsity volleyball team captain.

it all started last year when he finally became captain. every girl on campus came to watch him and only him. i was always forced to go by my friends, and it just so happened that one game changed my entire school life. i was on my phone because i honestly could care less about volleyball but when i looked up, he caught my eye. i wouldn’t stop watching him the entire rest of the game. of course i’ve seen him around campus, but i had to admit he was good looking. wrong. he was devastatingly gorgeous. at the end of his game, he looked up into the stands, made eye contact with me before winking.

for the rest of the week i didn’t say anything to anyone about it because for sure it would cause chaos. as if bomin didn’t smirk or wink at me every time he saw me in the hallways. at first i thought it wasn’t me he was looking at but i soon realized that it happened every time he was near me. i didn’t know why he decided to choose me, but i didn’t hate it. no one had to know that though.

“y/n can you go get me my notebook for me please? i left it on the table during class.” mina smiled at me from across the room because she was in a zoom meeting and wasn’t allowed to leave the screen. i rolled my eyes because she made me get off my bed to walk all the way back to the lecture hall.

“do you need anything else your majesty?” i scoffed when she gasped saying that she wanted me to bring food for her. when i walked over there, i put both headphones in playing a song that i was obsessed with for a while now, breathe by golden child. as i slowly walked up to the hallway, there was a professor causing me to yank my headphones out of my ears. i said hello then walked into the room but slowly walked back out when i saw bomin and one of our professors. we had three or four classes together and he would either sit in front of me, behind me, but never beside me.

“just because you’re the team captain, and your parents pay for every major donation to the university won’t help your grades okay bomin? your grades need to rise because if they don’t, i don’t think volleyball is something you should be doing right now.” this professor was new, and she was very brave to be able to even say that to bomin. everyone knew that if you spoke back to bomin he would do anything and everything to get them fired. she wasn’t even a little bit scared.

“i can just do better on the next test what’s the point of this?” when he replied, i hid around the corner of the door trying not to seem like i was eavesdropping on their conversation. i felt that i shouldn’t be listening to this, because it wasn’t something that i should have heard.

“bomin, if you don’t get your grades up, your coach is going to kick you off the team. i will find you a tutor.” she rolled her eyes putting her hand on his shoulder. my jaw dropped open when i realized what she had said.

“whatever.” he scoffed standing up putting both hands into his pockets and walked towards the door. once he stepped out of the door, he looked down to see me before taking a step towards me then when my back was facing the door, he took another step towards me backing me up against the wall. he leaned forward, his breath fanning my neck as he spoke,

“if you say anything about this, i will personally come for you. got it love?” as he finished his sentence, before he walked away, i heard a faint click sound. i didn’t know what it was but i looked into the distance when he walked off. i didn’t think much of it and did what i came to do.

that’s when everything went to shit.

“y/n, you have to get out of here. right now.” the entire volleyball team came running into my room except for their captain. sungyoon was packing my stuff off the table, while joochan was helping me find my hoodie and a hat. he put it on my head quickly before he continued to pace around the room to find something else. donghyun was picking up my bag, while jaehyun was grabbing my phone. i stood there completely clueless before daeyeol grabbed my arm, pulling me out of my dorm.

“what the fuck is going on?” i looked up at daeyeol then turned around when i heard a huge thump. i saw that jangjun, joochan and youngtaek were all laying on top of each other groaning because they all tried to go through the door at the same time.

“we don’t have time to explain right now, but just know that if you don’t leave soon, getting an explanation will be the least of your worries.” daeyeol shook his head putting his hand on my lower back pushing me towards the door of the dorm building. that’s when i realized why they were trying to get me out of the building. bomin’s ��to be fiance”, and bomin’s mother were getting out of the car when we walked out.

“hyung i told you we shouldn’t have gone this way.” jibeom looked down mumbling under his breath before pulling me away from their eyes. well at least he tried. joochan stepped in a few seconds later telling me that he had it all under control. i looked up at him questioning what he meant. we continued walking which caused joochan to hang back to talk to jaehyun.

“boys! just the people i was looking for. what a coincidence.” his fiance giggled but narrowed her eyes at me when she noticed i was hanging out with the team. i mean i didn’t usually so i would be weirded out too.

“who the fuck are you?” she scoffed walking up to me just as joochan smoothly jumped over seungmin who was tying his shoe laces. he slid his arm around my waist pulling me to face him completely. i looked up at him shocked at his actions then looked back at the girl.

“she’s my girlfriend, who the fuck are you?” he mocked back at her before turning to laugh with jangjun who was making jokes in my ear about her to make sure i wasn’t freaking out. i looked back at him giggling at him when he was telling me that he had my back.

“when’d you get a girl chan?” she laughed then rolled her eyes looking around to see if there was anyone walking out of the building behind us. she then looked at daeyeol crossing her arms, and scoffed. as joochan was about to reply to her she held up her hand to get him to stop talking.

“okay no. i understand that you think you’ve got it going for you but i don’t think you should be bossing people around like you own the place, especially my man.” i shrugged walking out of joochan’s arms and up into her face. her jaw dropped when she realized i had just talked back to her. she took a deep breath with her eyes narrowed at me then held up her hand to shoo me away.

“you’re irrelevant right now. daeyeol have you seen a bitch with bomin lately? apparently she’s been trying to slide in with my man.” she scoffed swiping on her phone to hold up the picture. i realized it was me. daeyeol gave me a side glance which gave me a message that i needed to get out of there. now.

“boys, let’s go. and we haven’t, but then again any ‘bitch’ hanging out with bomin is always better than the bitch in front of us.” jangjun scoffed then laughed when he was pushing joochan and i to start walking. we all started walking off, and when bomin’s mom and his fiance walked into the building, bomin showed up out of nowhere.

“i’ll take her from here. thank you boys.” he smiled at me holding his hand out to me. i crossed my arms refusing to take his hand but of course, all he had to do was grab my arm pulling me towards the side of the building where it was out of the sight of his mother and to be fiance. he put me up against the wall with his hands on my shoulders. he looked over my shoulder once before turning back to look at me.

“thank you for playing along with the boys. if i went, it would have caused suspicion, so thank you.” he was genuinely thanking me. was bomin actually a nice kid? was he protecting me right now? he put his hand on my cheek caressing my cheek before looking me straight into the eyes.

“well i didn’t know what was going on and i figu-” i started my sentence only to see that his eyes moved down to look at my lips. i bit my lip only to meet his eyes again. he kept his eyes on mine, and we stared into each other’s eyes for at least ten minutes, well it felt like ten minutes. then he spoke.

“can i kiss you?”

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coffeeyeol93 · 3 years ago

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Hiii!! Can I request number 9 from the kissing prompts with golden child's TAG please?? Thank you and have a nice dayy!! 🌻💛

a/n: hello !! firstly,, i am so sorry for my absence ! it’s been a bit of a hectic year in terms of school etc. but i;m back !! i’m on summer break rn so hopefully i can write more/ post more frequently ! + thank you anon for being the first request i’ve written after my semi-hiatus !! i appreciate your patience more than you’ll ever know + i hope you’re having a lovely day too <33

word count: 552

genre: suggestive

warnings: mentions of alcohol

kissing prompt 9 : a passionate kiss in a small space

pairing : son youngtaek x reader

“y/n”. you barely had time to respond before you felt a familiar hand fit into yours. you were practically dragged from the living room, crowded with the alcohol soaked bodies of your fellow students, as you were led up the stairs and across the landing. your head spun with the dizzying effects of peach schnapps setting in and, by the time you had reached the second floor, you had forgotten why you were now upstairs.

you reached a door at the far end of the hallway, catching a glimpse of flame red hair as you were guided inside. you would recognise that hair anywhere - “ah”, you thought, “youngtaek”. it was clear now: the familiar scent of lavender, the way his hand moulded perfectly into yours.

you realised you were in a closet. “of all the places in the house”, you thought, “he had to choose the closet?” alas, you were oblivious to his plans; he had been subtly trying to find you all night and, now he had, youngtaek wasn’t going to waste his time.

without a second to spare, he moved his body so close to yours that your back pressed against the wall- it was a smaller space than you had thought. the only source of light was the sliver from the hallway, the only thing visible being his eyes. it was then that you realised the reason he had pulled you upstairs, you could see his eyes darkening as he brought his bottom lip between his teeth.

he looked into your eyes, scanning them for approval; he was eager but didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. caught off guard by his sudden politeness, you gave a small nod to let him know you were okay.

he brought his hand up to stroke your cheek gently before leaving a trail of kisses, painfully slow, down the sensitive skin of your neck and onto your collarbone. you gave a small whimper of satisfaction as his free hand traced its way up your torso. looking into your eyes once more, his lips met yours in a collision of lavender perfume and the faint smell of vodka.

you could feel the world spinning as your bodies pressed together, closing what was left of the little space you had in the closet. your lips moved in sync as your hands reached for his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. you were enveloped in him, your senses completely overwhelmed by the way he made you melt into him.

you were so caught up in the way his mouth moved against yours that you instinctively relaxed into his touch, his grasp on your waist tightening. you were practically buzzing, hands tangled in his ruby hair and his mouth attached to your neck. it wasn’t long before his lips were against yours once again, fervidly exploring the taste of peach and lemonade in your mouth.

you pulled away in a desperate attempt to regain your composure. your hearts beat against each other in sync, your chests rose and fell harmoniously with each breath. you were thankful for the dark, masking your burning cheeks as you brought your hand up to cup his face.

“you know i love you, right taek?”, you inquired, bringing his face closer to yours once again.

“i know, darling. i love you too”

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2jaeh · 4 years ago

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milky way | youngtaek

you find unexplainable comfort in the words of your favorite poet, but he has a deeper connection to you than you think.

genre: fluff, a little angst

word count: 1.4k

author lin

Your favorite part of the day was curling up on the couch with a hot beverage, scrolling through your phone and having the television on low, offering great background noise so the apartment felt less empty. When the clock struck 7pm you knew you would be receiving that notification from the one person on Instagram that you cared enough to keep up with.

They were a poet who went by the name April and they were quite popular on the social media platform, despite never revealing any information about themself save for what deep feelings were incorporated into their poems. You found a great sense of comfort in their work and you were always anticipating to read their poems.

That day, April had revealed a poem titled 'Milky Way'. The post contained a plain white canvas with the words scribbled in black ink on the left side and a relevant drawing on the right - the standard format for all of their works. For this particular poem, the drawing was of a shooting star with a tiny person looking up towards it.

The poem described a relationship between two people that was so dazzlingly perfect that everyone around them was envious of how perfectly they were made for each other. Alas life moved to a point where the narrator could barely contact their lover and they slowly drifted out of each other's lives. The narrator still had lingering feelings for that person and could never truly move on. The final words of the poem read, Nothing without you, nothing without you…

April's poems always hit close to home and prompted you to think about your own life and experiences, but Milky Way in particular felt as though you yourself was the narrator in question. A few years ago you had also been in a relationship that was so full of bliss. The boy was named Youngtaek and you always joked about how he set a standard for any other guy you would ever meet, but it was true.

He was an aspiring songwriter and rapper and often wrote songs about you. He was someone that you could tell anything to and he would never judge. He always showered you with compliments that helped you find confidence in yourself. He encouraged you to try new things and a lot of milestones in your life involved him. Your first kiss, your first time and even your first experience getting chased out of a movie theater because he screamed too loud at the horror movie onscreen.

People who claimed the honeymoon phase didn't last forever clearly did not see the three years the two of you spent together. However, all good things must come to an end. Youngtaek left for Japan to further his studies while you stayed behind. You stayed in good contact for a long time, until you both started to live your own lives with different friends, different timezones, different lifestyles. It was a mutual decision to just end the relationship and move on, but your feelings for him could never disappear that easily.

Since the poem had tapped into an integral part of your mind, you decided to leave a comment. You never did leave comments on April's work - it was quite pointless considering they were so popular and your comment would just disappear into the swarm of others - but you were running on sentimentality at that point.

@______: Thank you for this, I wonder if the lover will ever know the impact they had on the narrator…

You left your phone aside and turned the television volume up to watch whatever game show was going on. Despite your eyes being on the screen, your thoughts were still filled with Youngtaek and the poem. The only thing that was able to snap you out of your own world was a chime from your phone. You grabbed your phone and opened up the notification.

@aprilpoetry: @______ I think they do now…

Your eyes widened at the comment before contorting into a confused frown. First of all, April didn't reply to their fans often so the interaction did catch you by surprise. Second of all, what did they mean by that? The message was so short and vague, but you didn't want to read too much into it. April was notorious for trolling and pranking their followers so you shrugged it off.

Your notifications were flooded with people liking and leaving congratulatory words on your comment. It was so overwhelming that you almost missed a direct message notification you had received. You opened the message up and you couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped your lips upon seeing it was from April.

@aprilpoetry: As you know, I will be releasing my first book this Friday. We'll be having a small party to celebrate and I'm looking to invite some interesting fans to join us. Would you be interested?

@______: Me?

@aprilpoetry: Of course. Your comment piqued my interest.

@______: My comment?

April was typing for a long time and you didn't know why you were becoming nervous. You couldn't even believe this conversation was happening. Your phone pinged and you looked down to see details as to when and where the party was being held.

@aprilpoetry: I hope to see you there

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After days of deliberation, you finally settled on just going to the party. The interaction with April was quite strange and your curiosity really got the better of you. You arrived at the venue - a sleek dining hall decorated in black and white and adorned in pictures of the art that usually featured alongside April's poems.

You floated around the room, taking the drink that a server offered you and inspecting the snack table for anything you might like. Everyone else was already engrossed in their own conversations, presumably about April's poetry. You felt somebody stand next to you, but your eyes stayed fixated on the pink drink in your hands.

"The mini pizzas are really good." The person next to you spoke and you almost shuddered at the familiarity of their voice.

You looked up to see Youngtaek smiling down at you. He was wearing black turtleneck with a black blazer thrown over his shoulders. He looked older and much more mature than from when you last saw him. His hair was dyed bright red and his ears were adorned with pretty piercings. He still had the same sparkly eyes that you had adored so much.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in a small voice and he chuckled lightly.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" Youngtaek ran his fingers through his hair with a sheepish grin on his face, "well actually, we've been closer than we think."

"What do yo-"

"I'm April, ______," he cut you off and your eyes widened comically, making him laugh, "when I saw you comment on my post I couldn't believe it was really you.

"I actually refused to believe it was, so I invited you here to find out," he let out a nervous sigh, "I'm… I'm really glad you're here and you read that poem."

"I've read all of your poems," you admitted and now it was his turn to look surprised, "I've always followed your account and I… really love your work… Milky Way just hit very close to home."

"I missed you, every day," Youngtaek admitted, stepping closer to you, "every time I'd think I moved on from us but then you'd cloud my thoughts all the time, just like what I said in Milky Way."

"I missed you too," you smiled at him when you saw his eyes light up, "I guess it's fate that we found each other again."

Youngtaek grinned at your words before leaning closer and placing his lips on yours. It felt so familiar, the feeling of kissing him while soft music sounded from the speakers, yet butterflies still fluttered in your tummy. His hands came up to cup your face as you gently held onto his wrists. He pulled away just a few centimeters away to admire your flustered face as his cherry lips curled into a smile.

"So are we doing this again?" You laughed lightly.

"Only if you want to ______." Youngtaek grinned, softly running his hands down your arms.

"Of course April Poetry."

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sytco · 4 years ago

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tip of the tongue [youngtaek]

all i can say is unrequited love one-sided pining but is it really as one-sided as youngtaek thinks it is? ft. bomin and Also i really want to expand this out because this was originally a wip that i polished into a standalone drabble but u see it could go Further is all i’m saying

"do you have any secrets you don't tell anyone else?"

bomin cuts in before youngtaek can answer.

"of course not," the younger boy scoffs, ignoring your pointed glare, "taekie hyung tells me everything."

"and how do you know that?"

bomin laughs. "have you ever known hyung to keep a secret?"

youngtaek watches the two of you bicker, a fond smile on his face.

it is true that youngtaek is not the type to keep secrets. but there are things that even bomin doesn't know, things that he has never dreamed of pestering youngtaek to tell him the answer to.

the first one is about the jacket that youngtaek did not actually lose.

youngtaek, however, is for once quite happy to allow bomin to continue assuming that he lost it (like many other less fortunate ex-possessions). the reason for this has something to do with the fact that it's somewhere buried deep in your closet after you and he both huddled beneath it in the broom closet during that big storm you were scared of.

and he'd told you to keep it as a reminder that you didn’t have to be scared of anything anymore, because he'd always be there to keep you safe. (he’s not sure if you remember that part, or the way you both clung to one another like a lifeline as the lightning streaked across the sky.) (he’s also not sure if he’d prefer you to remember that or not.)

the second one is. well. still about you.

he looks across the room at you, laughing loudly over something on the tv screen and throwing popcorn at bomin's head where it lands like clouds in an amber sky.

he wonders if you have ever even remotely guessed at the truth - the song that plays nonstop in his mind whether he is with or without you. but there is a dark and ugly area in his heart that fears your reaction were you to ever find out.

and so today, he puts on an act and waits to be brave some other time.

“taek!” you call, shaking him from his reverie. “you coming?”

to which he nods and goes.

(he thinks, distantly and much later on after he has tucked you into bed, that there is no possible alternate reality in which you call out to him and he does not answer you.)

feedback is always greatly appreciated

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key201303 · 3 years ago

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GOLDEN CHILD MASTERLIST

KEY WORDS:

🐥 -> ONESHOT

® -> REQUESTED

🌸 -> FLUFF

🤧 -> ANGST

🔥 -> SUGGESTIVE/SMUT

💀 -> CREEPY

❤ -> VALENTINE SPECIAL

❄ -> CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

🎃 -> HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

🎂 -> BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

🏵 -> DRABBLES

🌺 -> SERIES

⏰ -> TIMESTAMPS

🆎 -> NSFW ALPHABET

📱 -> SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Birthday drabble 🌸🎂🏵

Bottom of the ocean 🌸🐥🌺

Dead Alive 🎃💀🌸🤧🌺

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thepixelelf · 3 years ago

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5228/2800 word february

note: I am using "princeps" as a gender neutral term for royalty at the same rank of prince/princess!

[meet the magic] Although Youngtaek refuses to admit it out loud, he knows that he can be a bit — okay, maybe more than a bit clumsy at times. It’s really no shock to him that he bumps his head hard on the underside of the shop’s front counter when the overhead door bell rings. Wincing, Youngtaek clutches the back of his head as he stands up behind the counter. He blinks a few times to get his vision back to a hundred percent, so he only sort of sees the person who entered the shop’s back as they take the ‘open’ sign and flip it so anyone who’s outside will think the shop is closed.

Okay. Weird. Maybe Youngtaek hit his head harder than he thought.

Then you turn around, and Youngtaek thinks he might actually have knocked himself out on the counter and is currently dreaming.

Because even though he’s never talked to you before, he’s seen your face about a million times.

“Princeps—?”

Before he can even utter the first letter of your name, you’re at the other side of the counter with one finger held up to your mouth and your other hand over Youngtaek’s sputtering lips. “Shh! Chill out. Just Chill. Out. Yeah?”

Eyes wide, Youngtaek just nods frantically. Sure, it’s completely baffling to see the Crown Princeps walk into his shop — and deigning touch him (his lips are literally touching your hand!) — but if you want him to shut up, he’s gonna shut the hell up.

“We good?” you ask, brow raised as the finger over your own lips lowers. Youngtaek nods again, slowly, and you let out a resigned sigh, your shoulders losing their tension. Both your arms fall to relax on the countertop. “Great. Good. I’m looking for Tag.”

“Um.” Youngtaek points a hesitant finger at himself. “I’m Tag.”

Tilting your head, you look him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, a slight frown tugging at the corners of your lips. “The wizard?”

He gulps. Is he Tag? Why is he questioning his own identity all of a sudden? You’re even better looking in front of him than you are on TV. That’s not important! But the green hoodie and jeans you’re wearing now work just as well on you as the royal garb you wear for televised events… Maybe even better.

Wait, did you ask him something?

“Uh…” Youngtaek blinks, looking down at himself. He’s wearing his usual aesthetic; black clothes, some silver accents. Thank nova he at least tried to look presentable this morning. It’s not every day royalty straight up walks into a commoner’s shop. It’s usually never, actually. He looks back up at you. “...Do I not look like a wizard?”

“Dunno.” You shrug, not at all acting like the Princeps Youngtaek is used to seeing online. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard someone from the palace say, ‘dunno’. “I was expecting someone older. Maybe with a long beard. Or a wand.”

“I don’t use a wand.” Holy shit. Is he talking casually with the Princeps right now?

“Do you use something?”

Youngtaek pulls out his old Blackberry, sliding the screen up to reveal the little keypad underneath.

“Whoa.” You lean over the counter to get a closer look at his phone. “That’s your wand?”

You’re even cuter up close.

That’s not important!

“Tech— technically no because it’s not a wand.” Good one, captain obvious. He clears his throat. “But I do, um, channel my magic through it.”

You look up at him in awe. “Why such an old model?”

“Well… if a spell goes wrong, I’d rather blow this up than an expensive smartphone.”

Nodding, you seem to get lost in your own thoughts for a few seconds. You return your eyes to the Blackberry in Youngtaek’s hand, and he gnaws on his bottom lip to calm his nerves. Why does he suddenly feel like he’s in trouble?

“It’s nice to meet you, Tag the Wizard.” You say after a second, something regal in the way you stand up straight and hold out your hand. “I’m… well, you know.”

You smile is twice as charming as he’s heard it is.

“And I need your help.”

Awkwardly, Youngtaek reaches out his hand to shake yours, very aware of how warm his hand is right now. He prays to nova that you don’t notice.

“Help with what?”

Your smile widens. “I’m gonna overthrow my father.”

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golchaworld · 4 years ago

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Can I drop request Golcha TAG being clumsy and akward on his first date with noona? xD thank you!

Hi bub. As someone who’s not Korean, I personally don’t feel comfortable using honorifics in a creative/fantasy way because it’s simply not my culture. I just don’t want to be disrespectful. So instead, I made it super clear that the reader is older without using the honorific. I hope you enjoy!

[7:04pm]

The water is cold as it seeps into the fabric of your dress. You try your hardest to dab at it with your napkin, hoping to seep up the liquid. But nothing seems to work as it just creates a large wet patch across your stomach. Across from you, the boy looks like he’s in tears.

“I’m so so sorry! I really didn’t mean to knock it over. I can just be a little clumsy, and when I talk I use my hands too mu—“

“Youngtaek,” you cut the boy off softly. “It’s okay. It’s not a big deal.”

His eyes go wide. “Are you sure? God, it’s only our first date and I’m fucking up. Here I was thinking I could impress an older woman, and you probably think I’m being such a child. I just...I’m sorry.”

Unable to stop yourself, you let out a small giggle. Youngtaek looks so unbelievably flustered, a bright blush taking hold on the apples of his cheeks. How you managed to score such a cutie is beyond you.

“I said it’s okay, really.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?” Youngtaek looks like he fears the worst.

You let out another giggle. “What? This is how I look at all cute people.”

Your smile only grows as Youngtaek’s blush grows deeper, spreading up to the tips of his ears. He clears his throat once, twice, before he meets your eyes again.

“Cute in like a little brother way?”

“No, stupid,” you roll your eyes. “Cute in an ‘I really like you’ way.”

At this, Youngtaek physically flinches, flinging his atm in a way that has the breadbasket flying off of the table. You look down at the various rolls now strewn across the floor before looking back up at the boy responsible for them. You’re going to have fun with this one.

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overdhse · 4 years ago

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Hiii! Hope your fine!

I'd like to ask you a fluffy scenario in which S/o, Seungmin and Tag are best friends since they are all 98 liners, but actually Tag has a crush on s/o and Seungmin helps him to confess. Can you also use 23 and 26 from the prompts? Thank you very much! Stay safe ❤️❤️

pairing: youngtaek x reader

words count: 1241

genre: fluff

prompts: 23. “Does this mean what I think it means?” + 26. “I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

a/n: hello! thanks for requesting! i hope you’ll enjoy reading this just as much as i enjoyed writing it. feel free to request again! stay safe💗

Not being an adult yet and not having spent your teenage years making certain experiences because you had to focus on something else makes it really hard to understand what being in love means. Sure, growing up we’ve all watched movies and seen two people meeting for the first time and falling in love, we’ve all read novels about two lovers trying to stick together no matter what happens to them, we’ve all listened to songs expressing someone’s feelings for their significant other, but what exactly happens to those people that makes their hearts flutter? Recently, Youngtaek has been often wondering about this, trying to find an answer to his existential question.

“You look so serious. Did something happen?” Y/N’s voice and a light flick on his forehead bring him back to reality.

“Huh?” Next to them, Seungmin giggles at the confused look in his eyes. “Did you just flick my forehead?”

“I’ve been snapping my fingers in your face for a minute and you seemed unconscious. You should thank me.” Y/N teases him, sticking her tongue out. Youngtaek rolls his eyes, still annoyed by the flick. “Anyway, I think I have to go now.”

“Are you running away because you’re worried about my revenge for the flick?” Youngtaek says, pinching her cheek and immediately getting slapped on the hand.

“Will you two ever stop teasing each other?” Seungmin says, sighing and mixing his americano with the drinking straw. He has known the two for a few years now, and there wasn’t a single time they had a normal conversation: one time it was their outfits, another time it was his hair, another time it was a screenshot from Youngtaek’s interview, another time it was a selfie Y/N updated to her social media... it was a never ending circle.

“Actually, I have to meet up with a senior from college.” Y/N confesses, putting her phone back into her bag. “He asked me out on a date so, you know, I accepted.”

Seungmin nods in silence, waiting for Youngtaek’s next tease about Y/N finally getting a boyfriend and leaving them alone, but the joke never comes. Youngtaek stares at Y/N with wide eyes and the drinking straw still in his mouth.

“So?” The girl says, waiting for a comment from her two best friends. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to let me go without saying I’m not enough clever or pretty to date him!”

Youngtaek shakes his head quickly and clears his throat. “Well, actually I was thinking of something. Why do you need to date him when you have us?”

Y/N and Seungmin exchange a confused look. “Poor Youngtaek...” Y/N sighs, drinking the last sip of her peach iced tea. “All that thinking is making him unable to understand what dating means. How could I ever date you two? You’re my best friends and, most importantly, I’m monogamous.” She gets up and greets the two boys, flicking again Youngtaek’s forehead. “You should look for a girl to date too. We can go out on double dates. Or even triple dates with Seungmin.”

Youngtaek quietly massages his forehead and watches the girl leaving in silence. Next to him, Seungmin has been quietly observing him. Y/N was right, his friend was weirder than the usual, always on his own, thinking about only-God-knows-what, but his reaction to the girl’s news was completely out of character, even for him.

“So...” he begins, after clearing his throat. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

Youngtaek blinks twice, looking at the friend with a confused look. “What?”

“You know, your reaction was not Youngtaek-ish. What does “why do you need to date him when you have us” even mean?” Seungmin replies, shaking his head.

Youngtaek bits his lip and then whispers with a low voice: “I don’t really like the idea of her dating someone.”

Seungmin looks at him and then looks in the direction where Y/N left. “So it means what I think it means.”

“What?” Youngtaek asks again, feeling uneasy.

“You have a crush on her?” The other suggests, shrugging.

“Do I?” Youngtaek asks, raising his eyebrows. Could this be the love he had been thinking about recently?

“Well, you should be the one telling me. So...?” Seungmin encourages him to reply.

“Maybe I do.” The other blurts out, pinching his lip and reflecting on it.

“Great.” Seungmin ironically says. “Shouldn’t you tell Y/N? I mean, she’s on her way to a date with another guy... it would be better to tell her in advance, you know.”

“Huh? Maybe you’re right. I’ll call her.” Youngtaek replies, taking his phone out of his pocket.

After less than a minute, Y/N picks up the phone. “Youngtaek?”

“Hey, Y/N.” The guy replies. “How are you?”

Seungmin looks at him with a confused look, while Y/N replies: “I’m... good?”

“Oh, that’s great. Listen, are you busy right now?” Youngtaek asks, while Seungmin sighs.

“I’m... going to a date... I told you earlier...?” Y/N sounds even more confused.

“Oh, that’s right.” The guy curses at himself for being so thoughtless, while thinking of something to ask Y/N, since he couldn’t just hang up like that. “So... where are you going?”

“I’m going to the café we once went together. You know, the one next to the bakery you bought the cake for Daeyeol’s birthday.” Y/N’s quietly replies, her voice still sounding confused.

“Ah, they make a really good coffee there. Well, enjoy your date!” Youngtaek says, before quickly hanging up.

“What the hell was that?” Seungmin immediately says. That conversation was completely absurd and, most importantly, he didn’t confess to Y/N, which made the call useless.

“Listen, I panicked. How the hell am I supposed to tell her I have a crush on her?!” The other asks, slapping his forehead. “What if I went to the café?”

“And?” Seungmin replies.

“And tell her I like her? Something like that.” Youngtaek explains.

“What if her senior is there?” Seungmin suggests, sipping the last sip of his americano.

“Who cares? I mean, he can’t beat me up, I guess.” Youngtaek shrugs. “It’s not like I’m stealing his girlfriend.”

“Whatever.” Seungmin says, getting up. “Just don’t hold me accountable in case you end up fighting.”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Youngtaek gets up as well. “I’ll see you at the dorm.”

He goes of out the café they were in and waits for a taxi to get him to the other one before Y/N, who was walking there, would arrive. On his way there, he begins thinking about what to tell her and all her possible replies. “Are you crazy?”, “Are you serious?”, “Oh, okay.”, “Huh?”, “Oh God.” are only some of the possible scenarios. In less than 5 minutes, the taxi stops in front of the café. Youngtaek pays, thanks the driver and quickly gets out of the car, standing in front of the building.

“Huh?” Y/N voice is far but he can clearly recognize it. The girl hurries up and walks towards him. “What are you doing here?”

All those scenarios he made up in his mind disappeared as soon as she walked there. “I... I wanted to see if you had safely arrived. Yeah.”

Y/N looks at him, rolling her eyes. “You’re weird. You must be hiding something.” Youngtaek shrugs and she turns her back. “Whatever, I’m going in.”

“Y/N, wait...” He leans on her, holding her by the wrist. “I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

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