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wordstro · 2 years ago

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[11] apocalypse + ex!san + "do you know the tragedy of antigone?"

part 10 | masterlist | part 12

a/n: 4k, more mentions of death haha, this fic has gotten so conversation heavy but i swear it's going somewhere!!! listened to seraph by dpr ian nonstop writing this so whew, finally created a masterlist!

it was supposed to go like this: san earns seonghwa's trust and becomes a guard.

"they have the most free reign, second to seonghwa and hongjoong depending on rank," yeosang said to you.

san befriends the rest of the guard. learn who they care about, what makes them tick, and how to have them turn against seonghwa and hongjoong. sow seeds of doubt into seonghwa's most trusted, figure out the easiest and safest escape route, all while the sanctuary implodes from the inside out.

"we wouldn't have to worry about running into them anymore," yeosang explains, voice quiet, "when they're on their hunts. and, frankly, good fucking riddance if they all kill one another."

a part of you thinks the same thing, no doubt because of the same reasons as yeosang, but another part of you wonders how that's fair. there are children here. there are survivors here, in a world where survivors are few and far between. besides, mingi helped start this place. is that why yeosang thinks he can help mingi destroy it? why he seems to think he has some type of authority over what happens to it? that mingi doesn't need to go down with it?

but in a world where everything is so fucking selfish, you succumb to the norm. you ask, "what about me then?"

the plan is simple, easy. and they could have told you about it.

that is, if you were ever meant to be a part of it.

as you listened to yeosang's quiet musical voice fill the empty room, the emptiness that settled over you became full of a quiet sort of anger. one that makes your stomach churned. the kind you used to feel before, when you could not sit still and always had to move, move, move.

"what happens to me in this plan?" you wipe the last remnants of your tears and you grip the radio as you wait for his response, curated as it might be. what else are those silences for, if not to discuss how they should respond to your questions and, as yunho put it, leave you in the dark?

"san wouldn't agree unless you escaped too."

san wouldn't agree. yeosang keeps saying that, and you wonder a lot of things right then. is yeosang lying? is he telling the truth? if he is telling the truth, does that mean he'd pitched plans that didn't involve you getting out? how do you know san hadn't agreed to those plans? what was the reason for excluding you from the planning of this particular plan?

then, in the same breath that you felt the need to apologize to him minutes ago, you wonder what if you decided not to rely on them. what if you and jongho figured out a way to get out on your own. you could secure food from whatever resource seonghwa and hongjoong have. if san could become a guard, you could push that you are san's person, and then use that to secure what you need and leave on your goddamned own.

you'd seen the sympathy you'd garnered. hongjoong had stepped back and left you feeling as if you won. if you can't garner sympathy and help because you need it, then you can provide entertainment, be a spectacle, and find your own way out. you can play the game the same way they are, with their ulterior motives and lies.

"that doesn't sound like him," you say in response, resisting the urge to grit your teeth.

"then you really don't know san," yeosang sighs, and it sounds a bit sad even to your own ears.

~.~.~.~.~

four days go by waiting in a state of limbo. you are refused entrance to the prison the first and second day. the third day, hongjoong is the one at the desk, and you're glad he didn't seem to catch you peeking into the room before you'd run off.

four days.

you shouldn't be so worried, since san lied to you and will likely continue lying. but you can't help it. multiple people try to comfort you throughout the day. taeyong helps you peel potatoes during dinner duty, content in sitting in silence. mrs. kim pats your back too often. it's strange, and awfully infuriating as well. this is what garners sympathy? not hongjoong's bullying, but this? for a moment, you almost agree with yeosang's sentiment to let this place burn to the ground from the inside out, good riddance to all. but you reign it in, and you supply extra watery smiles, and small sighs.

jongho raises a brow at you while you're doing laundry, watching as momo folds laundry from your basket, despite not being assigned to laundry duty. you explain how you haven't seen san in days and how it feels like months.

jongho raises a brow at you from across the table at that. you kick his leg under the table, and he snorts.

you feel bad about it for a moment. you tell yourself, it's not manipulation if it's justified. these people wanted a spectacle, so you're giving them one.

four shipments pass. you sit next to mrs. kim during each of them, and despite hongjoong not being there, your shoulders feel heavy as if he's still there weighing down on you. every time those doors open, your gaze flits and you search the faces of those stumbling out, and you let out a small sigh of relief when you don't see san amongst them. you feel bad about that for longer than a moment, because these other people don't deserve this. not just san. but the relief sinks bone-deep and you succumb to it's effects too easily. a part of you cannot find it in yourself to care for the fate of strangers nearly as much as you should.

~.~.~.~.~

you toss and turn in your cot before you lay still, staring at the dark, blurry ceiling. you wonder, yet again, why your skin continues to crawl, why your heart still beats fast and your thoughts run quick, why you can't fall asleep. another night passed without a glimpse of san. that is both a good and bad thing. good because he isn't on the shipment. bad because you're worried and you cannot fathom why the hell you are. he lied to you again.

you groan, and contemplate if you should bite the bullet and finally call yeosang, wooyoung, yunho, and mingi over the radio. you hadn't spoken to them since that first night. that quiet simmering anger that still lives at the pit of your stomach feels like it would boil over if you have to spend another second trying to decipher whether they're lying to you or not. besides -

a soft knock startles you, and you shoot up, head snapping to the door to the jail cell room. no one ever knocks except san.

except san.

your heart does not settle in your chest at that thought.

"come in," you call.

the door creeks open, and a lantern illuminates san's sharp features, his piercing eyes, and overgrown hair. his tired eyes are even more tired, beneath the watchful gaze, and you rub your eyes to make sure you are not imagining him.

san steps into the room, and shuts the door behind him with the softest of thuds. you roll of the cot, still staring, before you stride forward until you are an arms-length away from him. you can't help but sweep your gaze over him, taking note of his limbs. everything seems to be there. there's nothing wrong. not even a single scratch.

san's voice draws your attention back to his face.

"y/n," he says, and the way he says your name, his voice a little dry and raspy, makes you press your lips together, eyes narrowing. "i wanted to tell you something. before you have to hear it from someone else."

you stare at him.

he leans heavily against the door and says, "seonghwa offered me a position in the guard. i'm taking it. i just...that was the plan between me and the boys all along."

he eyes you expectantly, and you wonder if you should bite your tongue and keep your knowledge to yourself. perhaps it's the time, late bordering on too early, or the way relief fills your lungs and your limbs and sinks so far into your bones it must stain you, or it's merely the way he leans against the closed door behind him and fiddles with the lantern in his hands, but you find yourself saying, "i know."

san's gaze shifts up to yours. he takes a shuddering breath, one you can almost feel. he says, rather than asks, "yeosang told you."

you shake your head, "yunho actually."

san lets out the smallest of laughs, breathless as ever, "he would. he's kind."

you wouldn't know, but you'd thought he had a kind face when you first saw him. you doubt finally telling you the truth is kindness, though, so you ignore the comment and say, "i did ask first. i suspected there was something else."

san nods, says, "what else did they say?"

"what else should i know?"

san bites his lips, and for a moment you don't think he'll say anything. then he sighs and murmurs, "yeosang and i used to date."

that makes you freeze. you thought he'd tell you about other motives. not history. though maybe, if you think about it a bit more, that could very well be a motive. or at least an explanation to the way his friends behave with you. that explains why yeosang seemed so adamant when he said he knew you. your stomach flips at the thought.

still, you ask, tone too light, "only used to date?"

san frowns, tilting his head.

"the sweatshirt," you explain. maybe the sweatshirt is a keepsake, like the radio.

san drops his head back against the door with a soft thud, says, "we're still good friends. we ended things on good terms."

you remember the desperation in yeosang's voice, and wooyoung answering for yeosang when he went silent. you wonder if san is the only one to believe that. instead of questioning him, you raise a brow.

san must be exhausted because he lets out a small snort at your expression, and sighs, sinking to the floor. you watch before you slowly join him, scooting so your back rests against the door too. your shoulders brush each other, a light touch, somehow comforting because it solidifies that san is very much here, and no longer in prison because of you. the lantern sits at both your feet, the warm light reminding you vaguely of the sunrays in the prison room. this time, instead of being surrounded in warm sunlight and dancing dust, you are surrounded in devouring darkness and a silence that settles over both of you. it's a sort of tension you wonder if either of you will mention in the morning, or if you'll allow it to be devoured by the darkness too.

"fine," san exhales, "we ended things on bad terms. but we are still good friends."

"so your bad-blood-exes streak is two for two? damn."

san chuckles, and the sound is soft and breathless and tired. he leans his head to the side to peer at you. you twist your body to face him, drawing a knee up to your chest. you study his expression, his dark, exhausted eyes, as he studies yours.

"i'll have you know i've had plenty of exes that ended well."

you raise a brow, "right."

he closes his eyes, barking out a loud laugh.

you shift beside him as you carefully pick your next words.

"can i ask why you ended on bad terms with yeosang? you both..." you trail off, thinking of the few interactions you had witnessed between them and how they could communicate with each other with just a look, how yeosang asks after san on the calls, how san smiles whenever yeosang talks through the radio, the sweatshirt, and you murmur, "you both seem nice together."

san tilts his head down, and fiddles with the edge of his shirt.

you don't know why you ask it. maybe you just know, from the way yeosang's spoken to you, from the things san has admitted. maybe, deep down, you know, and you need to ask to really confirm it. you ask, "please don't tell me it's because of me?"

san drags a hand over his face, peering sideways at you once more.

the silence is confirmation enough. maybe he doesn't care about you, but he used to, and you've also spent so long trying to reconcile your relationship with him and the person you were during that time. clearly, he has too. it's not fair. as you look at him, your chest feeling as if there's a heavy weight in it that will have you sinking through the earth and onto the other side, you think it isn't fair that you obviously have not gotten over him the way he has with you. that you still care about him. that he's ruined something good because of you and you feel bad and want him to have that back, despite the heaviness in your chest and the way your fingers curl around the fabric of your pants. it's not fair that you feel this way when you he's lied to you. you can't help but wonder, questions running through your mind. why did he ruin a good thing on your account? why are you feeling the effects of something that you had no hand in, not directly at least? why the hell do you pity the san before you? why is your heart racing?

you let out a laugh, more out of disbelief than anything else.

san scowls at your reaction.

"you're a fucking idiot, choi san." you shake your head, clutching your knee closer to your chest, "in the middle of an apocalypse still hung up over an ex that left you years ago. why would you let me ruin a good thing for you?"

san blinks, "you didn't do anything."

you feel the way you did, when you sat in that empty room and apologized to yeosang and san's friends. no, you didn't do anything, but why do you feel so sorry? why do you feel like all of this is your fault?

"you just said -"

san turns to face you, placing his hand on the one that's balled into a fist on your knee, your nails digging so hard into the fabric of your pants you're afraid you'll tear it. san dips his head, until his gaze is level with yours, and he speaks with a maturity that is a testament to the strange san you never knew. the one you've caught glimpses of here. the one you're starting to pick up on.

"i ruined it because of my feelings. i broke up with yeosang because of my issues and my emotions and it is not" - san squeezes your hand, his jaw ticking as he keeps your gaze locked on his - "your fault, y/n. i know i say a lot of shit, but this is not your fault. you have nothing to be sorry for."

"yeosang said that too."

san's hand is a warm, comforting weight on top of yours. "because he's right. you said it yourself, too, not in so many words. none of what's happened since you left the bunker is your fault. the way people are treating you," san sighs, "including myself. it's not really your fault."

when yeosang said it, it felt nice. when san says it, you scan his expression for a long time.

"you're saying that like it is someone's fault."

san shakes his head, pats your hand, before he lets go and leans back against the door once more.

before you can say anything san says, "yeo reminded me of you, you know. at first."

you grimace at that, words spilling from your mouth, "why does everyone keep saying that? first jongho saying i remind him of his friend, then hongjoong, now this? i am my own person, you know? i'm not someone you all can project personalities onto. and it's shitty to get into a relationship with someone that reminds you of your ex, san."

san grimaces, "i said at first."

"my point still stands."

san's expression appears strained. you assume it's because he's biting his tongue. his gaze flickers over your face as he murmurs, "fine, yeah. i'm a huge idiot."

"self awareness is the first step."

san rolls his eyes, but his lips turn up into a smile. you both fall into silence. it's comfortable, strangely so.

but you're the first to break it, "does you being here mean you won't be punished?"

san's eyes darken. he says, "no."

you turn to look at him, eyes flickering to his hands, "what's your punishment?"

"my hands will be fine," san says, shaking his head. his dark eyes are piercing, "i have to execute anyone seonghwa asks me to. mostly those who stray too far after being released on the shipments. that doesn't happen often though."

you're horrified, "that's awful."

he bites his lip, and you can tell he isn't saying something. despite the way his shoulders are slumped and the exhaustion in his eyes, he's holding something back.

he nods, says, "it does give me a chance to explore the guard towers though and figure out if there's a way out through there."

"before or after you have everyone turn on each other."

san shrugs, "i was just going to play that part by ear."

"and where would i be during this?"

"by my side."

you frown, "so why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"i can't tell you."

you don't push him. you don't want to play this game again. you don't want to know that he has even more secrets he can't tell you. so you say, "you're right."

san peers at you, but he seems to rethink whatever he wants to say because he settles for a snort and a, "you think so?"

you nod briskly.

san says, "that's a first. usually you tell me i'm wrong."

"don't get used to it."

san chuckles, before he says, expression growing somber, "just stay low for a while, will you?"

you frown, "why?"

"seonghwa's noticed all the friends you've made."

you roll your eyes, "i wouldn't call them friends."

san dips his head, "whatever you call them, he's noticed."

"he doesn't like it." you state it rather than ask.

san just nods. you nod, too, say, "okay, i'll lay low."

lies are getting easier, you've noticed, but san eyes you strangely anyway. maybe lies are getting easier, but you're still getting good at them. yet, he doesn't say a word.

you let the silence engulf you both. you let yourself bask in it, in the quiet, and the presence of someone else in this lonely room.

later, a long while later, san pushes himself to his feet. the lantern at your feet is dwindling.

san holds out a hand. you let him help you up.

he says goodnight, and you watch him go.

~.~.~.~.~

the next morning, after breakfast, you pull jongho behind the building before laundry duty, and you say, "where does the sanctuary get their food from?"

jongho blinks in surprise.

you say, "we're going to need food - and a whole lot of it - if we want to get out of here. and a car. they can't follow us to the other side of the country, can they?"

jongho blinks once, twice, three times, before he breaks out into a wide, ear-splitting grin. he doesn't cover his mouth. you squeeze his hand and you ask, "is this a good idea?"

jongho shakes his head, but he's still grinning.

"but we're going to do it?"

jongho nods and nods and nods.

~.~.~.~.~

"y/n."

you look up from the bookshelf you're wiping down, freezing under seonghwa's unwavering eyes.

seonghwa sits on one of the chairs - the same one hongjoong had been lounging in when he told you his past - and he gestures at the seat next to him. he is so polite, goosebumps settle over your skin.

you glance around the library, though you know damn well it's empty. the few times you've been assigned here after the incident, only seonghwa has been in here, and he barely ever spared you a glance as he intently scoured his books.

you have half a mind to say no.

then, he says, "sit down. let's talk."

his tone leaves no room for argument. so you sit.

seonghwa says, "do you know the tragedy of antigone?"

you frown, shaking your head.

seonghwa places an old, tattered book in your hand. sophocles, it says. you don't read books anymore, and certainly not ancient greek tragedies.

"in short, two brothers fight and both die. the king creon decides to honor one brother and dishonor the other - polynices. he's refused a proper burial, and his soul won't be able to rest because of it. antigone goes against creon's orders and performs a proper burial for her brother anyway. she places her love for her family above human laws. she's punished of course - buried alive in a cave - but later creon decides to spare her an execution and he finds she's killed herself."

"that's morbid," you frown at him. seonghwa continues staring at you, and his gaze is unsettling. he doesn't blink. you swear he isn't blinking. you flip the old book in your hands before you say, "let me guess? you're the king in this story?"

seonghwa smiles, and it is a chilling thing, all teeth but so polite it makes your skin crawl.

seonghwa says, "it's just interesting, i think, how far humans will go for love. platonic, romantic, anything really."

your frown deepens, "humans?"

something about the way he says that makes alarms ring in your head.

seonghwa nods, "people will do anything for the ones they care about. i'm curious what the extent of anything truly is. aren't you?"

you'd mentioned offhandedly that you believed seonghwa to have a god complex, but this is so utterly blatant it makes you want to put as much space the two of you as you can. you'd rather be alone in a room with hongjoong at this point.

he says, "how far are you willing to go for san, y/n?"

you cannot hide your wince. instead you shake your head and say, "less than you think."

seonghwa laughs, says, "a friend of mine said the same thing once. she was a bad liar."

you don't comment on the past tense. you wonder, for a moment, if he's talking about -

seonghwa tilts his head, his dark eyes still so unwavering, so unblinking, and he says, "i don't do well with bad liars, y/n. it's uninteresting."

he stands and leaves, glides almost, and you watch him go, all the hairs at the back of your neck standing on end. you exhale a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding.

you stare at the book in your lap for a long time, before you open it. written in elegant letters across the top is a name.

chaeyoung.

#ateez angst #san #san angst #ateez scenarios #ateez #apocalypse ex san au

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khiphop-discussions · 3 years ago

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Hi!! I Can tell you’ve been to some khh concerts so I have some questions. So i’m going to DPR Concert in nov, and i’m wondering if you have any tips on how to deal with the crowd? Will there be a lot of pushing? I’m afraid i’m going to feel trapped with a lot of people around me.. and I’ve got early entre tickets. Does that mean I will be standing in the middle/or somewhat close to the stage? Last but not least - i’m only 158 cm😭 (I might wear 5 cm boots), but What are my chances of seeing anything? I know people like to record during khh concers

It will all depend on the venue setup. It might be helpful to know which venue/city you are attending. Many of these venues are 2-3x larger than the ones they booked in 2018. I'm still gonna try and answer, hopefully this is still helpful come Nov.

Early entry should put you somewhere in the middle. VIP will be first. However, I've noticed if you go to the sides of the stage instead of staying towards the middle (meaning center of the stage) you might be able to get up much closer without pushing past everyone. Everyone seemed to crowd toward the center cause they assumed it would be the "best" view so they kinda crowded there. But because I went to the side stage I basically ended up in the second row (I was one person behind the barricade) instead of having multiple "rows" of people in front of me. This has happened at multiple concerts for me. Sticking to the side if I'm not right against the barricade (I've only been against the barricade at ONE concert) has always worked for me and ended up getting me closer than being in the middle. Also, you might be able to see past people at an angle whereas, if people were right in front of you and the show is also right in front of you too, they'd block you. That said it's up to you, you'll be able to judge better once you actually get to the venue.

You have a good chance of being able to see. especially with the boots. There's actually not that many people recording most of the time. Except during specific songs ("Jasmine", we all turned our phone cameras on for that one since I think he asked for it ; there's also a "lights" project I've heard about that is supposed to take place during "Neon" during the Regime tour and we will [or at least at some dates] put colored plastic over the phone light in order to show "neon" lights back at him. Think of it like the lightstick thing in kpop. If you're interested in participating or learning more about that try looking up "DPR Lights Project" online or "DPR Lights" on twitter). Most people aren't recording the whole concert.

As for pushing, I heard some dates of CTYL tour were BAD about that. But by the time the LA date came around, a lot of people online had already complained about it for previous dates and so it seems like it didn't happen as bad there. Some people always plan to push forward so they can get a better view. It kinda is what it is. At one point Live told the concert goers to take a step or 2 back and then he continued. I can't remember if this was at the LA date or if it was in a video I watched on Youtube lol. Either way, the point is, if it gets too bad, Live is NOT Travis Scott (thankfully).

Other random tips:

Sometimes DPR Live liked to throw A LOT of water. Again, he didn't do this as much for the LA date. So I wouldn't spend a huge amount of time on your hair just in case. Or at least bring a hat for inside the venue LOL this is what I did. He didn't throw much water but it did end up raining that night and me and my friends were out and about after the concert.

Try to drink enough water. Not gonna lie, I don't think I've ever drank enough water on the day of a concert. Luckily nothing bad has happened to me because of it yet. It can get hot in venue + with pushing it can get crazy. That's how someone almost passed out at the Sik-K (and other) concerts. So try to drink what you can.

Try to find some people to hang out with at or after the concert if you're going alone. You can find people on twitter and facebook. All the DPR tour dates have a dedicated fb page now + I think there's a group called "DPR Worldwide" that I'm apart of. You can also go alone if you want too! No shame in that. I've gone alone a lot and it's really no big deal. Some people have hang up about that though. DPR fans are SUPER cool. You can also meet people the day of the show in line if you get there early enough.

I think I said everything I needed to say. You can ask me more specific questions at any point up until the concert date if you would like to. I hope this is helpful for you!

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speckofglitter · 6 years ago

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SUMMARY: Yoonbin is the school’s ice prince while you’re the typical struggling student. What happens when you two start living together?

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‘We keep locking eyes, petty so you're silent’

Yoonbin was well known on campus. Everyone either wanted to be him or date him, there was no in between. He was attractive. He literally never posted yet had 140k followers on Instagram. He had an incredibly charismatic personality, always adding a flair of sarcasm to his posts. He was reckless, he just didn’t care. He walked around, humming while parading his long legs in ripped jeans and oversized black hoodies. You always wondered what he was hiding. Why he was so adamant on keeping up this persona. Deep down you knew there was no way he could be this dark. Despite his popularity, yoonbin was a loner. By choice, of course. He was always invited to every single party and event but rarely chose to attend.

Meanwhile, you were just an average struggling college student. Your diet mainly consisted of coffee and pizza. Your hair was almost always in a bun and if it would be allowed, you would show up to class in sweatpants. What kept you from dropping out of school was your love for music, which is why you were a music major.

The only thing that you and yoonbin had in common was the fact that you would both show up to class late most of the time. Every time you two would get to class, he would hold the door for you, making every girl in the amphitheater stare at you with envy. You never really thought much of it, it was probably a part of his ‘ice prince’ aesthetic anyways.

It was the first day of the new school year which meant you would have to move out of the freshman dorm. You had found an ad of another sophomore who was looking for a roommate and seeing as the rent was cheap, you decided to take it. You didn’t really know what to expect but the pictures of the apartment looked amazing. The space was clean and spacious with good luminosity. You would be foolish to let an opportunity like that get away. As you arrived at the apartment, which was only a 10 minute walk from the main campus, you knocked, waiting for the owner to come while tugging your earphones out of your ears and shoving your phone in your pocket.

You almost passed out when yoonbin opened the door. “Hi, I’m Yoonbin.” His voice was soft yet rich, you grinned at his straightforward presentation. “I’m y/n.” Holding a hand out, you shook his firmly. “I know.” he said, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “I hold the door for you everyday.” You nodded, blushing at how warm you felt when you heard him laugh. You were royally fucked.

It took a few hours for you to get settled into the apartment. The apartment looked even bigger than you had expected and you wondered how yoonbin had afforded to live there by himself for a year. He had given you a list of rules to respect along with his phone number. The rules included ‘do not host parties’, ‘do not make noise after 12am’ and ‘text me before you bring people over’. The last one made you chuckle. Honestly, you were expecting him to be a little more carefree but you weren’t complaining. It was ten times better than living in the dorms. After you finished unpacking, you decided to just stay in and watch some Netflix. That’s when you realized you had forgotten about one thing while moving. You had forgotten to get some food to fill up your side of the fridge so you were basically gonna eat sleep for dinner. Just as you were cursing yourself for being so forgetful, you heard a knock at your door. Peeling yourself from your bed, you got up to open the door. When you opened it, yoonbin was standing there in grey sweatpants and a tank top. You couldn’t help but sweep your eyes over his body, lips slightly parted as you took in his toned frame. ‘I noticed you didn’t get any food yet so i ordered some pizza if you want’ he says hesitantly. ‘Oh thank you, you really didn’t have to’ you smile as he nods and closes the door. After standing there looking stunned for a few seconds you finally made your way to the kitchen were a huge pepperoni pizza was placed on the table, a few slices were missing. You assumed yoonbin was eating in his room as you faintly heard the sound code kunst’s newest release coming from the direction of his room. He was still the resident emo boy after all.

As always, you wake up looking like a hot mess after snoozing your alarm clock. Moving in with yoonbin had not changed your habits at all, you had about 30 minutes left to get to class.

yeeun 💖: ur coming to karaoke night tonight, right ??? you better not leave me in the dust i have to go cause katie’s going…

y/n: as long as you don’t make me sing i really don’t give a fuck tbh you’re just gonna abandon me to go fuck katie anyways so…

yeeun 💖: k glad we’re on the same page now get ur lazy ass to class

You sighed, getting out of bed to take a quick shower. In the shower, you sang along to kehlani.

‘Just gon' play with my emotions just because’

Unbeknownst to you, yoonbin was changing in his room, listening to you while smiling to himself.

You quickly got out of the shower, throwing on some ripped jeans, a hoodie and black heeled boots. Soon enough the both of you were on your way to class. The walk was quiet yet surprisingly comfortable. You had your earphones in while yoonbin had his airpods in, both tuning each other out. As you looked his way, you wondered how someone could look so serene. The sunlight hitting his skin making him look ethereal despite his tired eyes. He truly was a mystery.

You got to class shortly after it had started and yoonbin held the door for you as always. You and yoonbin always sat in the back row so as to avoid getting noticed by the teacher. Political science class was boring as usual. You had to sit through your professor explaining various types of political systems and your classmates’ incredibly politically incorrect and ignorant comments about Asian and African political systems. You scoffed, listening to a girl talk about how African nations could not be federal states because they were too uncivilized. Yoonbin notices your reaction, a smirk on his face as he passes you a note. You look at him a little confused before opening the note.

‘The stupidity jumped out’

You laugh, writing back.

‘Yeah, honestly i’m so over this class, can’t wait to get outta here’

Yoonbin smiles at your response and you realize he never really smiles around people. You observe his features for a while, wondering how he could look so cute.

As class ended Yeeun ran to your seat, grabbing you out while yelling about how she absolutely needed a new outfit for the karaoke party. She basically kidnapped you, pulling you into her car as she drove to the nearest mall. Walking into ‘pull and bear’, she started grabbing a bunch of clothes before pulling you into the changing room. After trying on something close to 20 outfits, she finally settled on a black skirt and a cropped turtleneck. You walked around the mall for a while, yeeun talking your ear off about how hot katie is. You finally settled down to get some food and then drove back to campus to get ready. Yeeun dropped you off at your new place, promising to pick you up before she headed to the party.

You opened your closet, wondering what you should wear. Deciding you had no one to impress, you settled on a pair of huaraches and an oversized shirt. You did your makeup with some Young Thug playing in the background, trying to hype yourself up. As you grabbed your bag and your keys, you bumped into Yoonbin. His hair was messy and he looked like he had just woken up.

‘Oh, are you heading out?’ yoonbin asked, eyeing your makeup.

‘Yeah i’m going to the karaoke party at Hyunsuk’s house’ you replied.

Yoonbin just nodded before going back into his room. You knew he was invited since he was literally childhood friends with Hyunsuk but you decided not to question him. You jumped into Yeeun’s car as she blasted DPR LIVE’s latest single.

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khiphop-stories · 7 years ago

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Umbrella - Chapter XXVI

Lesson Twenty-Six: Limits

[Christian Yu, DPR Live]

If you’re on your mac and see weird characters in the post, just switch to mobile. I already contacted tumblr, but they said it’s gonna take a while to fix it. Sorry!

This was your chance. Your chance to tell him everything. Your chance to make this sickening guilt disappear.

“Just tell him. Tell him you lied to him. Tell him you’re sorry. Tell him you love him,” a small voice inside of your head whispered. There was a part of you, that wanted to confess everything so badly and just get it over with. However, there was also this little voice at the back of your head, shouting at you not to say a thing.

“He won’t understand. He’s gonna hate you. He will break up with you.”

“I don’t wanna talk,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Actually, I’d prefer less talking more action.”

Slowly, a seductive smirk covered your lips and you fluttered your eyes at him. Leaning forward, you brushed your hair back over your shoulders, knowing your neck and collarbones were his weak spot. Christian eyes flickered from your bare shoulders up to your face, looking at you with hesitation. In the silence that had surrounded you could clearly hear his heartbeat quickening with arousal. His breaths grew heavier and deeper, but he didn’t move. He sat frozen with his gentle eyes resting on you.

You leaned in even closer and pressed a kiss against his lips. The moment your lips brushed against his own, he completely lost it. He instantly responded. As he deepened the kiss, he found himself unable to resist. No, he had missed you and your body too much. It has been too long since he last was able to be with you this intimately.

You had quickly shut his laptop close, before Christian took it into his hands, preventing in from falling down. In one fluid motion he flipped you over, his body hovering above you. Hastily he put his laptop somewhere on the night stand. Then he dedicated his full attention to you. Leaning down, he softly kissed the area at the base of your neck. Trembles shook your body and you gazed up at him affectionately.

Christian drew back and spent a moment studying your face. Your arms reached up and tangled around his thick, strong neck, pulling him down again.

You knew what you were doing right now, was not fair to him. You used sex to distract him and he fell right into your trap. But this was the only way to get his mind on something else and make him stop talking. Or perhaps you wanted to distract yourself. Perhaps you wanted to get your own mind on something else; to make your guilt disappear, even if it was only for a short period of time.

~*~

You walked to the kitchen on your tiptoes, trying your best not to make a noise. Christian had already fallen asleep and you didn’t want to wake up Dabin in the middle of the night. Opening the cupboard on the top, you took out a glass and filled it with water. You didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. The darkness had a strange soothing effect on you. You felt comfortable in the silence and darkness of the night. The moonlight and lights of the city shining through the windows were providing you with enough light to see your way.

With the glass in your hand, you walked closer to the window and let your eyes wander from one building to another.

“Can’t sleep either?” A gentle voice called you back to reality. You turned around and look up at the silhouette standing by the door of the kitchen.

“I don’t want to talk right now,” you told him honestly, shaking your head at him. You weren’t in the mood to talk with him. You didn’t have any energy to defend yourself and justify your actions. You just wanted this day to be over.

“He’ll find out sooner or later, Jenn,” Dabin said simply. Suddenly, you felt the anger boiling inside of your chest.

“It’s none of your fucking business. Just leave me alone,” you snapped at him as you gave him a glare. It was already hard enough without him telling you at any given moment that you were in the wrong. You didn’t need him to tell you, because you already knew. Ever since you had stepped inside of Mr. Choi’s car, there was this guilt hovering above your head like a dark cloud. It followed you every and even robbed you off your sleep. Yes, you knew everything he said was true. However, you weren’t ready to deal with the consequences of your actions yet. You weren’t ready to see Christian’s disappointment in his eyes, maybe even disgust. You weren’t ready to lose the one good thing in your life.

“You’re not mad at me, Jenn,” he released a soft smile as he walked closer to you. Dabin didn’t even take it personally. He could see you were struggling with yourself and he knew the anger you bore inside of your body wasn’t directed to him. No, it was directed towards yourself.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you let out a long sigh.

“What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t plan to be in a relationship so soon. I wanted to get own my life under control first, before I ever devoted myself to anyone,” you whispered, your eyes trailing down onto the floor.

“Do you regret it?”

  Did you? It was a question you had asked yourself multiple times. Whenever you got into an argument with Christian, you began to doubt your decisions. You began to lost faith in this relationship. You began to lose trust in him.

“Maybe,” you admitted to yourself. “Everything was so much easier when I just had to take care of myself. When I could do whatever I wanted and nobody cared. But now I have to explain and justify every single of my actions. I have to take his feelings into consideration…Sometimes I wish I had never met him.”

“…you don’t mean that.”   He looked at you taken aback.

“It would have been much easier for the both of us. He’s always going out of his way for me. He’s holding himself back so much for me. But I can’t do the same for him. I can’t put him first, because I didn’t come this far to give up everything for love.”

~*~ [Time leap]

"Christian..." You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the storm that was about to come. It took you all the courage you had to destroy what would have otherwise been the perfect Sunday evening.

With the bottle of water in his hands, he turned his eyes to you and looked at you with his warm brown eyes. You shifted in your position awkwardly.

"Oh oh, am I in trouble?" He asked in a playful manner, a grin decorating his handsome face.

"I went to dinner with him," you confessed straight forward, not sugarcoating your words or easing him into the bad news.

Within a blink of an eye his facial expression changed. The smile on his lips died faster than a lightning passing through the sky. Christian halted all his motions, staring at you with an expression you couldn't sort in. His brows creased, his face was tense. Without even having taken a sip of the water bottle, he put the cap back on and placed it down onto the kitchen island. He pressed his lips together, breathing out through his nose.

His eyes rested on you, not blinking, The warm and gentle look in his eyes was nowhere to be found anymore. No, it had turned ice cold.

"Did he do something to you?" His firm voice pierced through the silence that had surrounded you.

"No, nothing happened," you shook your head, as you swallowed down hard.

You saw how his facial muscles eased up in relief, the tension that had spread through his body slowly fading away, yet his eyes still bore an icy animosity. The look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine.

“When?”

“Two days ago.”

It that moment realization hit him. It was the day you were supposed to have a dinner date together. The thought of being able to see you again was what kept him sane the whole week, but you cancelled last minute. You stood him up and the reason for it was because you were dining with the Vice President at a fancy restaurant.

“Did you get the job?” He asked drily. There was no trace of emotion in his voice. Not even anger.

“Yes, I’ll be signing the contract Monday morning and start working on the project,” you explained to him as your eyes followed every of his movements. The tension was suffocating you. It felt like a string was tightening around your ribs, making it hard for you to breath. You wished his true emotions would leak through his calm exterior. Anger, disappointment, hatred. Anything. You just couldn’t stand this indifferent behavior of his any longer.

“Which means you’re gonna meet him again,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Not over dinner. We’ll just be working together.”

“Whatever.” He opened the cap of his bottle again and took a sip while he turned his body away from you.

“Christian…” You desperately called out for him, taking a step closer.

“I just don’t get it,” he shook his head, slowly but visibly you saw the anger he had suppressed earlier spread across his face. You were relieved that he finally showed his feelings, but at the same time it scared you. “You refuse my help with your last ounce of strength, but you’re willing to accept his so easily.”

“He’s not helping me. It’s just business.”

“Business? Bullshit, he wants to get in your pants and you know that as well as I do! But you’re still seeing him because you want that fucking job. Why can’t you just accept my help? I know all the right people in the industry. I could get you a job in no time.”

“And in return I sleep with you?” You retorted— words that should have never been uttered slipping out of your mouth.

“That’s really what you think of me? You think I’m doing just to get a quick fuck?” Christian looked at you with such appall in his face, deeply offended by what you had just said.

“No that’s not what I meant…I know you’re not that kind of person, Rome, but that’s how I would feel like. The moment I accept your help, I would feel like I owe you and I won’t be able to look at you the same way anymore. All I could see would be the debts that I have to repay.”

“I don’t want anything from you! For fucks sake, you still don’t get it? I love you, Jenn! I just want you to be happy and I fucking hate seeing you suffering because of that fucking cunt! I can’t stand the fact that you’re practically selling yourself to get this damn fucking job!”

Your eyes widened at him in shock. Christian wasn’t someone who used a lot of swear words in his daily vocabulary. The only times you did hear him swear was when he was absorbed in a video game or when he was groaning in ecstasy.

“I’m not gonna sleep with him, Rome.” You said in desperate attempt to defend yourself, despite knowing that it didn’t actually make the situation any better.

“Then you’re playing him?” For the first time ever, you heard contempt in his voice.

“They all play the same game and the moment I use their own strategies against them, I’m the bad guy?”

“How far are you willing to go to succeed, Jenn?”

You remained silent, not being able to answer his question. You didn’t know the answer to it. You had sacrificed so much to stand where you are today. You had fought your entire life to be here today. Was there even a limit?

“…I-I don’t know,” you stuttered while your eyes darted around the kitchen.

“Because you just stepped over me in order to succeed. You did it once. How do I know you won’t do it again?”

“Christian…”

“For fucks sake, you lied to me, Jenn!” Christian slammed his hand onto the table, making you jump back in surprise. His chest was moving up and down in rage. You had never seen him like this before. Even when the two of you fought, he had never lost his calm before. He had never raised his voice at you.

“Yes, I lied to you and I feel horrible about it. But I’m telling you now…”

The truth was, you had never intended to have dinner with the Vice President. You tried to avoid him at all cost. But he had taken you by surprise when you had let all your guards down. You didn’t expect to run into him in the elevator, let alone being dragged to the restaurant that day. You panicked and didn’t know what to do. However, if you told Christian the whole truth, that you were practically forced to have dinner with the Vice President, he would probably walk straight into his office and beat the shit out of him.

“Nothing happened,” you assured him again.

“Yet,” he gritted through his teeth.

“We talked about business the whole evening. He didn’t make a move on me.”

“That’s what you want to believe, isn’t it?” He shook his head.

“What if he really just wants to work with me because I have the skills?”

“Jenn, we both know that’s not the reason he approached you.”

“Because I’m not good enough?” You quirked up one of your brows at him in disbelief.

“That’s not what I said, Jenn.”

“But you did say you’d always support me. I guess that only applies when I do the things you want me to do.”

“If you told me honestly that you were going to meet him, I wouldn’t be this mad. Sure, I wouldn’t have liked it, but I would have gotten over it. But you lied to me. You looked me in the eye and told me you wouldn’t meet him, but you stood me up and went to dinner with him behind my back anyway.”

“I’m sorry, Christian! I panicked, ok? I didn’t know what to do. Everything was going so well, I didn’t want to ruin it. I didn’t want you to hate me.” You began to raise your voice at him too, as your frustration grew with every second.

“I don’t hate you, Jenn,” he said in a calmer tone than before, but his body was still tense. He ruffled his hands through his hair in frustration and let out a long sigh. “I need some time to clam down. I’m too angry right now. I can’t think straight.”

“Sorry,” he shook his head and walked towards the door.

You wanted to call him back, to tell him how sorry you were and that you didn’t want to lose him, but your body didn’t listen to you. Instead you just stood rooted to the spot, as though you were paralyzed from head to toe and watched him disappear behind the wooden door.

When the door of your apartment closed, you felt something you hadn’t felt before. Something was hurting you. Something ached inside you. It didn’t hurt as a cut or a bruise would. It was this heavy feeling that pulled you down like an anchor. You didn’t remember crying because of pain for the last few years. Yet, you felt your cheeks getting wet with tears that night. You had never felt more empty in mind, body and soul. It was like a dark void.

Is this the end of their relationship or will they be able to work it through?

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ah-ga-seven · 7 years ago

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Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 7 (Finale)

Chapter 7: Action.

Word count: 6023 (I’m sorry yet again lol)

Series type: Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: Bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

A/N: Guys it’s 5 AM, bare with me. The long awaited final chapter! Sorry for postponing I had a lot going on. Please keep in mind English is not my first language therefore there might me some spelling/grammar mistakes

You blink a couple of times before you dare to look at Dabin again.

“Where did you get that?” you ask cautiously, looking back at the card

“It fell from your jacket when I got it from the car back at the club. I had to take care of you because you were too drunk to stand on your own two feet” he bites back at you.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him be this mad at anyone. You probably deserved a scolding from him though. You understand why he’s mad, but will he still be when he realizes why you kept it from him?

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, just please don’t be angry at me. I didn’t have a choice.” You stammer feeling tears prickle your eyes.

You don’t really know how to feel now that he knows. Is all the hardship you went through to protect your loved ones for nothing now? Or is this a good thing? You can’t come up with the answers to your own questions and hide your face in your hands, wanting do disappear or go back in time.

“I was only trying to protect everyone” you mumble.

His facial expression softens, finally realizing why you didn’t tell either of them. He walked over to you, grabbing your wrists. He tried to pull them away from your face so he could see your expressions but when you wouldn’t let him he just enveloped you in to a hug.

You try your best not to cry, forcefully biting your lip to fight the urge as he softly caresses your hair.

“Y/n you should’ve just told us.” He says putting his hands on your shoulders, trying to look at you again. “We could have found a way out of this together.”

You shake your head. “No, don’t you get it? Hyung Suk has a video of me and Christian fooling around on the couch. If that got out just because of me, then It’d ruin everything we’ve worked for.” Dabin just looked straight into your eyes, taking in every word you were saying. “People would despise Christian and anything that has to do with him. Hyung Suk would let the public believe Christian cheated on Yura if I disobeyed him. How could I ever tell you if that’s what my reality is” The attempt not to cry had failed as you were finally explaining what had been eating at you all this time.

Dabin sighed wiping your tears away when the sound of his doorbell alerted the both of you.

You look up at him, panicking knowing that could only be one person.

Dabin’s head turned to the sound, but you grab his arm desperately trying to make him look at you.

“I’m not ready to tell Christian yet. Please give me time to figure this out, I promise I won’t lie to you anymore.”

Dabin looks at you indifferently.

“I don’t think more secrets will bring us closer to a solution y/n” he says.

You sigh closing your eyes.

“Please.” You say letting go of his arm. “Not until I’ve talked to Hyung Suk myself.”

Dabin looked back at his hallway and back to you again, knowing he didn’t have much time to think about it since an impatient Christian was waiting for him to open the door.

At that the doorbell rang once more.

He closed his eyes throwing his head back in defeat. “Fine! But I’m coming with you though. Don’t even try to reject that offer.” He says looking at you one last time before he walked to his front door to let Christian in, leaving a very relieved and emotionally distressed you still standing at his kitchen counter.

You quickly wipe your tears away and try to uphold a calm composure, but you knew It was way too visible that you were upset. You quickly run across his living room, into his bedroom and to the bathroom, locking the door and turning the shower on.

You put your ear to the door, trying to listen to their conversation.

“Is she in the shower?” Christian asked obviously hearing the sound of the streaming water.

Dabin turned around also hearing the sound, raising his eyebrows. “Apparently.”

“Well I guess I came with right timing, I brought her some clean clothes.” Christian says handing the plastic bag filled with much needed clean clothing over to Dabin.

He nodded, walking over to his bedroom. “Y/n! Christian brought you some stuff, It’s on the bed” he yells out to you.

You’re startled to hear his sudden loud voice since you were eavesdropping. So you take a few steps back before you respond “Got it!” you yell out in a stable tone to your best ability. You wait until you hear the door to his bedroom close to be sure he had left before you could relax again.

You might as well freshen up now. You took a peek at yourself in the mirror and closed your eyes just as fast as you saw yourself. Your make-up from the night before was either all smudged out or wiped away, making you look like the damn joker.

How did you not look at yourself first before you walked out of Dabin’s bedroom?

You sigh searching for a clean towel and other necessities, hoping that Dabin’s new girlfriend left things like conditioner and face wash behind for you to use.

To your surprise you found them, internally thanking In Ah for her existence when you did. You strip out of your dress and underwear and step inside the shower. The warm water soothed your sore muscles, immediately making you feel more relaxed. You brushed your teeth with a spare toothbrush you found in one of Dabin’s cabinets, you wash your body, face and your hair as well. Your routine made you forget the problems at hand for a moment, but soon enough your mind started to show you images of the night before. You fought with Christian. You were childish and unfair. You said things you hope he’d forgotten, but knowing him you knew he hadn’t.

Even though you know your secret is safe with Dabin for the time of being, you still had to face Christian with a heavy heart. You’re not sure for how much longer you can keep this up. You know you have to face Hyung Suk rather sooner than later, and you had to admit. Knowing that you now had an extra pair of eyes to look out for you felt good. At least you could count on Dabin to be there no matter what the outcome was.

After about fifteen minutes you finish up. You towel dry your hair, putting it up in a bun so you wouldn’t have to care for it.

Wrapped in a towel you walk into Dabin’s bedroom and look inside of the plastic bag Christian had brought for you. To your surprise these were all of your own clothes. He brought you underwear, a simple black t-shirt, black jeans, socks and sneakers. He must’ve stopped by your house with your spare key. You look at your bra and panties, slightly embarrassed at the fact that he actually went through those drawers to get them for you.

You quickly get dressed, inhaling and exhaling strongly holding on to the doorknob, mentally preparing yourself to step into the living room.

You open the door and step out, feeling uneasy and awkward with the two of them staring at you.

Dabin cleared his throat. “What a difference 20 minutes can make.” He says getting up. “Do you feel like eating already?” he asks walking to his kitchen. Your eyes follow him and you just shake your head.

Christian sat on Dabin’s couch, looking at you. You felt his eyes burn in the back of your head. “You have to eat something y/n” is the first thing he says to you. You turn to look at him when you heard his voice. Even though he probably got less sleep than you, he still looked fresh and awake. He got up and walked towards you, keeping more than enough distance from you when he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Thank you for bringing me clothes.” You say avoiding eye contact.

He sighs. “You don’t have to thank me for doing things I’m supposed to do y/n.”

Dabin looked at the both of you while eating from a bag of chips, trying to bare the tension and awkwardness as an outsider.

“Still, you didn’t have to. Especially after last night.” You say still not looking into his eyes, playing with your fingers.

“Yeah. About that.” He says crossing his arms. “Yura told her manager about it. He wasn’’t happy. You could’ve blown our cover if Dabin wasn’t there.” Christian coldly says staring at you. “Just make sure not to do that again, alright? Cause if you do I don’t think I can-” he pauses. “I don’t think we can continue being together.”

Dabin almost choked on his chips hearing what Christian just said to you. Your eyes shoot up to meet Christian’s eyes. He meant what he said.

“W-what did you say?” you say staring at Christian, trying to wrap your head around his words.

He took a deep breath. “I came to make sure you were okay, and tell you that. I have to go now.”

He says trying to walk away, but you stop him by grabbing his arm, just like you did with Dabin moments ago.

“No you don’t!” you say making him turn around. “What do you mean, you don’t think we can continue being together. Where is this coming from all of a sudden?” you try to look into Christian’s eyes for answers, but it was almost like he didn’t feel anything for the situation he was in with you right now.

“What do you mean all of a sudden?” Christian says blankly staring at you.

You let go of him wanting to say something but he interrupts before you could.

“y/n I wish we could be offended together. Really, I do. I wish I could be on your side and tell Hyung Suk and Yura that they’re the ones at fault but it’s not them, it’s you. I asked for your consent for every little detail and you agreed. Multiple times. You never showed discomfort or anything like that, but last night you suddenly hate everything that’s happening so much that you disappear and get drunk. You made people wonder why you disappeared just as I entered, people aren’t stupid y/n. I just don’t understand. If you can’t be honest with me about how you feel, then how do you expect me to be with you?”

You look at Christian, dumbfounded. You want to say so many things at the same time that your brain doesn’t cooperate. You stare at him searching for the right words, but the only right words that could be said right now were the truth, but you just couldn’t do it.

Christian waited for you to say something for a few seconds, but when you didn’t, he took it as a hint, turning around to walk out of Dabin’s apartment.

Dabin couldn’t bare to watch you throw everything you had together away like that. Throwing his bag of chips down on the kitchen counter, he nearly sprinted after Christian, pulling him back to the living room by his arm.

“For fucks sake y/n just tell him the truth! Tell him! Just fucking do it or else I’m going to!” he yells at you, unable to understand why you just let Christian go like that. Honestly, you didn’t know why you did either. It was like you were glued to the floor.

Christian looked at Dabin with an annoyed expression, taking his hand off of him.

“What are you talking about, she clearly doesn’t have anything to say to me.” He says looking at you.

“Yes she does, go on. Tell him.” Dabin says giving you a nudge.

“Does it matter?” Christian says.

“Dude you have it all wrong. Believe me.” Dabin says looking at Christian, then looking back at you again. You looked at the floor, walking to the other side of the kitchen counter to pick up the card.

Christian’s eyes followed your every move. Growing more and more impatient with every step you took. He didn’t know what to expect when you walked over to him with the card in your hands. You avoided eye contact, still looking at the floor when you hand it over to him. He gives you a confused look, taking the card from your hands and opening it up to read it.

Dabin crossed his arms shifting his weight to his left leg, leaning in to read those threats again but with Christian this time.

You look at him, trying to read him as he read the truth.

Christian’s annoyed and impatient facial expression shifted into one you hadn’t seen before. He looked betrayed, confused, angry and sad, all at the same time. The overwhelming feeling of guilt suddenly rushed through your veins.

What do you do now?

Christian closed the card, staring at it for a few more seconds before he managed to look at you again. If only you knew what was going on in his mind right now.

Dabin took a step back, his eyes darting back and forth between the both of you.

Who was going to say something first?

“I-” Christian starts, but he doesn’t continue. He closes his eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath before he opened them again.

“When did you get this?” is the first thing he asks. You were seeing how much he was struggling with his emotions. He wanted to explode and yell at you for keeping this from him, but luckily he knew that, that wouldn’t solve anything.

“It came with the roses” you answer biting your lip. You were anxious as hell. You wanted to tell him everything. You want to explain everything as fast as possible, but you know you have to give him time to let all of this sink in.

His eyes widen as his mind flashes back to that night. This explained so much about your behavior to him.

“Why did you lie?” is the second thing he asks. He was trying so hard not to flip out. You could see it from the way he clenched his jaw.

You look him and tears start to well up in your eyes again.

“Because I’d ruin everything you’ve worked so hard for If I decided to be selfish.” You sigh as tears start to stream down your face. “Christian I’m the most selfish person on the planet when it comes to you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted to have, and now that I have you I have to share you with someone else. Even if it’s fake it still eats me up inside. I couldn’t bare to watch. That’s why I did what I did last night. The only difference is that I was the only one who knew about that card.” You say with a shaky voice.

His heart ached for you. He knew he couldn’t get mad at you over this. You did this out of love for him. You went through hell and back for him, just to make sure his future was ensured, even if that meant neglecting your own feelings.

His facial expression softened “Babe we could have talked about this. We could have come up with a solution to all of this, together.” He says walking towards you to wipe your tears away with his thumbs.

Dabin sighs. “She didn’t want you to throw yourself under the buss Ian”

Christian let go of you to look at Dabin for a moment, realizing something.

“Wait a fucking minute, how long did you know about this?” Christian says suddenly angered.

“Oh no, no, no. Hold the fuck up. I’ve known about this for about half an hour.” Dabin says putting his hands up in the air. “Besides, If I didn’t just force y/n to say something I’m pretty sure she would’ve just let you walk out.” Dabin says giving you an angry look.

You look at the both of them. Feeling that guilt wash over you again.

“Right.” Christian says before he diverts his attention back to you again. “You should’ve just told me y/n. Did you even think about how much more we could’ve accomplished if all three of us knew?”

“I’ve thought about this Christian. I thought about telling you every day and every night for the past 5 days but every time I did, I could list more con’s than pro’s so that’s why I didn’t.” you look away, roughly wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “Dabin accidently found out. If he didn’t find out I probably wouldn’t have told him either.” You explain.

Christian sighed, pulling you towards him as he wraps his arms around you protectively. There it is again. That feeling of being safe and sound. A sudden calmness washed over you as he held you. “I’m sorry for all of this” Christian says tightening his hold on you.

“How is this your fault?” you ask looking up at him.

He frowns. “Babe all of this is my fault. You got wrapped up in a situation that I created for myself.” He says explaining his point of view.

“If I would’ve just rejected the offer back in the dance studio then none of this would have happened either.” You say blinking a couple of times.

Dabin raised his eyebrows, clearing his throat. “Instead of pin pointing who there is to blame for this situation, why don’t we come up with a solution so we can all move on with our lives.”

Christian reluctantly let go of you. Agreeing with Dabin as he leaned on the counter, looking down to think for a minute.

All of you stay silent for a while. While the boys supposedly thought of a plan to get you out of this mess, your mind dwelled somewhere else. Would this have been the outcome if you told Christian about the card the moment you received it? No. He would’ve freaked out. He wouldn’t have thought about the consequences and would have tried to confront Hyung Suk, which would’ve only resulted in the worst possible outcome. Your relieved it went down the way it did. Even with all the hardship you had to go through. Everything happens for a reason.

“Wait.” Dabin suddenly says. “Doesn’t your building have CCTV everywhere? What is he was caught on camera. The only thing we have to do is rip the footage and anonymously expose him with a picture of the card and an article on the situation.”

Just as Dabin and Christian thought they came to an eureka moment, you clear your throat to ruin their dream.

“I thought about that” you say.

Dabin raised his eyebrows. “You have?” they both say surprised.

“You think a lot in 5 days worth of time you know.” You say shrugging.

“Then why didn’t you do it?” Dabin asks.

“How could that ever be anonymous? The only person that could have access to the card is me. The only people allowed to look at that CCTV footage are residents, it’d all come down to me, it wouldn’t look good for me or Christian at all. On top of that there isn’t much more proof that it was actually him since he didn’t sign his name under the card or anything like that. Even if his face was caught on camera he could lie and say he left the roses as a secret admirer, and say I fabricated the card to get attention because of Yura being with Christian. He also never texted or emailed me. He didn’t leave anything major that could trace him back to that moment to make him look guilty.” You say.

Dabin and Christian looked at you a little amazed. It was almost scary how you thought of every detail.

Dabin closed his eyes, letting his thumb and index finger slide over his eyebrows. “Why does it feel like I stepped inside of a CSI episode.”

Christian sighed. “You’re right.” He says pacing around. “Did you even look at the footage” he asked looking at you.

You shake your head. “I didn’t think it was necessary.”

Dabin excitedly jumped up, walking over to you to put his arm around your shoulder.

“Well, then that’s step 1. Let’s go.” He says smiling at both you and Christian.

The three of you walked in to the entrance of your apartment building. Christian walked ahead of Dabin and you. The car ride was basically silent. You guess you all just needed time to think about all of this. Especially Christian. You were kind of surprised at how well he was taking it, but that was only what showed on the outside.

“I never go through here.” You say. “People usually use the metal fire escape to go up to their apartments because it’s faster that way.”

“Is this your way of saying that you don’t know where to go?” Dabin asks crossing his arms.

You nod sheepishly. He just knows you too well.

“Found it” Christian says standing in front of a closed door.

“Security room” you read out loud.

“Well. Here’s to the moment of truth.” Christian says before he knocks on the door.

A tall and buff Korean man opened the door, peeking through first before he fully revealed himself.

“Can I help?” he asks annoyed as if you had just interrupted him from something important. You swallow harshly, a little intimidated by him as you take a step back.

You explain your rehearsed story. That you had a stalker who left you notes and flowers on your doorstep from time to time. You acted a little scared and helpless so he’d show you the footage, given the fact that it was a couple of days ago, it would be a lot of work for the guard to search for that exact moment. You were a little unsure of the time as well, which made everything even more difficult.

He agreed to help though, feeling sorry for you.

The three of you were allowed into the control room and waited patiently for the guard to dig up the footage.

“How long has this been going on miss?” he asked still paying attention to the screen.

“Uhm, a few months. It got scarier with time so I decided to look into it now.” You lie.

Dabin gave you a thumbs up behind the guards back, while Christian crossed his arms.

“How much longer will it take?” Christian asked trying not to sound too impatient.

“I think…I found it, but…this looks a little odd. Doesn’t it?” he says.

The three of you immediately get closer to the screen, leaning in so far that the guard wasn’t left with much personal space.

He looked at all of you, uncomfortably shifting in his seat, playing back the footage for you.

Your eyes widen.

“Is that?” you say

“Wait” Christian says.

“That little bitch, I knew it” Dabin says taking over the mouse and keyboard from the guard without warning to zoom in to the footage.

It’s Yura. You could have known. It was way too odd that you didn’t hear anything from Hyun Suk in the time of being.

“I guess you have a female admirer miss. Everything is possible in Korea these days.” He says shaking his head, being the conservative old Korean man you guessed him to be.

You froze, looking at Christian who could only look at you as well. You can only imagine how he must feel right now.

“This doesn’t make sense.” He says.

“Noooo, it really does” Dabin says applauding to the screen. “Well played girl, well played.”

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to process that warm and familiar feeling of anger and hatred towards her.

“I’m going to kill her” you say with a shaky voice, balling your fists.

“No” Christian says. “I have a plan.”

You barge through the doors of the YG dance studio, getting even angrier when you see her.

Yura was on the floor, stretching, thinking this would be another one of your dance practices but boy was she wrong.

You ball your fists, taking the red card from your pocket to throw it at her.

She looked at you with a shocked expression, acting like she didn’t know what was going on, picking the card up from the floor.

“Eonnie, what’s going on? What is this?” she says wide eyed, getting up.

You scoff. Someone give this bitch an Oscar already.

“You have exactly five seconds to explain Yura.” You say clenching your jaw.

“I-I don’t understand.” She says opening the card to read it.

You cross your arms, patiently waiting. “You know instead of an idol; you should’ve become an actress. It suits you more.”

“Oh my god. Eonnie, I swear I didn’t know about this. Hyung Suk oppa must’ve sent this to you. I don’t know what to say! Why would he do that!?” she says shocked, walking over to you to try and put a comforting hand on your shoulder, but you smack it away immediately.

“Don’t fucking dare to touch me Yura, and please don’t act innocent. You were caught on security camera’s. I saw you put the flowers down with the card attached to it.” You spit out at her.

Her facial expression dropped, and her whole body language changed. She relaxed all of her muscles. Rolling her eyes at you.

“You’re smarter than I thought you would be.” She says crossing her arms looking at you.

It took every bit of patience you had left in your body to not attack her right there and then.

“So you admit it?” you say cocking your head to the side.

“You just made it so easy. I knew you wouldn’t confront Hyung Suk oppa yourself, and I also knew you wouldn’t tell anyone. You’re too good hearted for that, right?” she says smirking.

You blankly stare at her. Expecting to hear everything but that.

“What did you plan to get out of all of this?” you ask still staring at her.

She rolled her eyes looking at her nails. “Christian, obviously. I had to find a way to separate you. It was so much easier than I thought it would be.” She chuckled.

“Do you even know how it feels, to keep being rejected over and over again by the man you love for someone as low class as you?” She sniffed. “It hurt my pride”

You ignore her insult, wanting to know more about how and why she did what she did. “So the article that started it all, it was all you?” you keep asking her for more clarification.

“Jup, I asked a reporter friend of mine to photograph us outside and put the article up. I knew my manager and the marketing team would react the way they did. I have seen it before in other major companies. This is how they deal with dating rumors in general.” She smirked at you. “I’ve thought this through more than you expected hmm?” she smugly says. “Try proving it to the public and I’ll release the video and the fabricated story with one mouse click, it’s already on my laptop. Ready to be published. You wouldn’t do that to Christian right?”

You just stare at her.

“It worked didn’t it? Christian left you. Is that why you decided to play detective all of a sudden? Since you have nothing to loose anymore?” She asks crossing her arms.

She made it too easy for you, admitting to everything all at once. It’s because she was proud of her accomplishments.

You smile at her, crossing your arms and cocking your head to the side.

“Thanks for that” you say,

“What do you mean?” Yura asks looking at you, confused as to why you’re smiling all of a sudden.

“Aaaaaand cut!” Christian’s voice sounded from a distance.

Yura looked back shocked, genuinely this time. Her facial expression dropped, recognizing that voice and accent through anything.

Dabin and Christian reveal themselves from the back of the dance studio, they were behind the curtains that hid the mirrored walls, recording the whole thing.

“This might be, my best work yet” Christian says high fiving Dabin.

“I’d pay money to see that.” Dabin says pointing to the tiny camcorder in Christian’s hand.

Yura froze unable to take her eyes off of Christian.

Christian put his hand out for you to grab, he pulled you towards him, possessively putting his hand around your waist.

Dabin sighed. “Oh the glory of winning.” He says looking up at the ceiling as if he was thanking god.

Yura took a step back. “I-I’m” she stuttered.

“Delete the video, my number and yourself out of our lives for good and this video won’t see the light of day.” Christian says coldly looking at Yura. “We’re descent human beings like that.” Dabin adds.

She doesn’t say anything, just staring at the three of you. She was embarrassed. Good.

“I can’t believe you almost fooled me into breaking up with y/n” he says scoffing.

“Well played.” He says again. “The truth will always come out eventually Yura, no matter how well you think you concealed it.”

Yura still doesn’t say anything, looking to the floor. All her confidence from just moments ago vanished. She played with her fingers, refusing to look back at any of you.

You looked at her up and down. She really is just a young and dumb girl, one who didn’t know the consequences of her actions. To her it was all a game. A game she was winning before today.

“But Oppa my feelings for you were real. Everything I told you about my family was real” she desperately tries one last time.

You almost lunge forward to rip her hair out, but Christian’s hold on your waist stopped you. The fucking nerve this girl had was indescribable. You strongly inhale and exhale. Counting to ten to calm yourself down.

“Mine weren’t. I was doing you a favor. I never once made you think I liked you Yura. Don’t mistake my kindness for me trying to hit on you.” He says furrowing his eyebrows. ‘You lied to me, and manipulated me, and for what Yura? Did you really thing it’d work?”

Yura looked sad and disappointed. She really believed Christian would love her back. Maybe that was the saddest part about all of this.

“I felt bad for you, stood up for you when both of them told me I was being crazy, and look how you fucked me over.” He continues scolding her.

“I suppose you’ll come clean to your management. I’m almost sure you’ll tell them your own twisted version of the story but still, if you ever cause trouble for us again I will release the footage from you at y/n’s apartment, and the footage I just shot. I’ll make you an internet meme no one will forget. You can wave your career goodbye, I’m serious.” He said without emotion.

You couldn’t decide if this Christian scared you or turned you on, but either way he was winning.

Yura just nodded at his words, looking at her own feet.

“Oh, and find another dance teacher” you add.

“And another music video director.” Christian says.

“But Seoul is swarming with both directors and choreographers so you should be fine.” Dabin says smiling. He was enjoying this more than anyone else. He never trusted or liked Yura. Ever.

“I’m sorry” she says biting her lip.

“Oh girl, I know you’re not.” You say rolling your eyes. “It’s not like we’ll forgive you so save your breath. Just leave, and keep your distance from now on. Even at work related events to come.”

Yura nodded. Turning around to grab her bag. Just as she was about to walk out she turns around, looking at Christian one last time. “I’ll make sure we’ll ‘break up’ the right way and that everything I have on the two of you will be gone.” She says softly, knowing you had so much more on her than she had on the two of you.

Christian just nodded at her words. Unbothered and uninterested. Yura looked down again. She opened the door and walked out. For good.

- before that –

“Stand over there” Christian says to you. You quickly walk to the other side of the dance studio, looking back at him.

“Do you see anything?” he asks.

You cock your head to the side. “No…not really. Or maybe a little.” You say looking straight into the lense of his camera.

“It’s because you know it’s there.” Dabin says crossing his arms. “Yura won’t see us.”

You nod. “Ugh I’m nervous, what if she figures it out? What if your plan doesn’t work?” you say sitting down on the bench behind you.

“She won’t, don’t worry. Just play your part well and everything will hopefully go as planned.” Christian playing with some features on his little camera.

“What do you mean hopefully.” Dabin says. “It’ll work, I’m sure of it. Let’s be more confident about this. Who will believe that this will work if we don’t even believe it.”

Both Christian and you chuckle at Dabin.

At that you hear a car pull up. The three of you looked at each other panicked.

“Shit, already?” Dabin says.

“Okay, okay, quick hide, I’ll turn off the lights and hide in the bathroom. Text me when I need to come in.” you say while all of you run to your positions. You turn off the light, seeing Dabin and Christian disappear behind the curtains as you sprint out of the studio.

- the present –

“Finalyyyy things can go back to normal now” Dabin says stretching out. “I gotta pee. I’ll go and wait in the car outside okay?”

both of you nod at him.

As he leaves all of the built up tension finally leaves your body. You’re exhausted, and for the first time in a week, you relax.

It’s over. You won.

“I can’t believe we did it.” You say staring at the floor.

Christian looked at you, sighing. Putting his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a hug.

“We can finally focus on us now” he says into your hair, kissing your forehead afterwards. “And what did you learn from all of this?” he asks like a father.

You roll your eyes at him. “Not to keep things from you anymore.” He nods, satisfied with your answer.

“And what did you learn from this?” you ask mocking his tone.

“Not to wholeheartedly trust people too easily anymore” he answers sighing.

“If we survived this we can survive anything now.” You say lost in thought.

You lift your head from his chest, looking at him, slapping his chest trying to get him to look you in the eye, and he did. “That doesn’t mean you get to pull shit like this again cause I’m out.” You say pointing your finger at him.

He chuckles, grabbing your face with both hands, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You lean into him, wanting to make it last but he pulls away.

“I love you, y/n” he says looking into your eyes.

His words made your heart skip a beat.

“I love you too” you say shyly, wrapping your arms around him to pull him in for a hug again.

You just stand like that for however long, in the middle of the dance studio, wrapped up in each others’ warmth.

At least now your future together could finally start.

A/N: AAAH OMG IT’S OVER! I hope you enjoyed reading the series as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love and support you have given me and the series with every chapter I posted. I’m sad it’s ending, but endings lead to new beginnings right? I’m definitely not done writing, so stay tuned for more story’s and scenarios from me!

Thank you once again <3

#christian yu scenarios #christian yu #christian yu smut #dpr live scenarios #dpr live #hong dabin #hong dabin scenarios #khh scenarios #khh angst

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roo-the-fox · 5 years ago

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LOOK AT THIS THING I MADE 🤩🤩🤩 It’s my first time making a mood board and it was an interesting experience. I had a lot of fun with it 😁😁

Anyways, I’m really glad that I’ve been writing this story about my friends and I. It’s getting me into the habit of writing and I hope that I’ll get to start working on the novel that I’ve been thinking up for the past year. But we’ll see. I have more ideas for fanfics so I might just stick with those right now. Anyways, now that those mindless thoughts are out of the way, let’s get started!

Roo’s playlist-

끌리는 대로 I’m Good- Henry // Comfortable- G2 // Martini Blue- DPR Live // YILML- Holynn // Would I Lie To You?- Multiple artists // Sunflower- Post Malone, Swae Lee

Also, I apologize about this chapter being a bit repetitive, but I think it’s important. Alright, Let’s get it!!

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Ch. 3

They were all exhausted. It was one event after another, countless interviews, and none of them could remember any of the faces they talked to. They drove up to a special entrance of the airport, one that led to a building where celebrities and high profile names could rest easily while waiting for their flights. They had already checked in and their luggage was already set for when the plane arrived. They had an hour before boarding. Once they arrived in their designated room, Jimin and Jungkook ran towards the first bed in sight, piling on top of it. Hoseok and Jin sank into some chairs while Yoongi found another bed and curled up in it for a little nap. Namjoon just looked out of one of the windows, staring at nothing in particular as he lost himself in his thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Hyung? You’ve been in a bad mood since yesterday.” Taehyung asked, reflecting Namjoon’s pose on the opposite side of the window. Namjoon just raked his fingers through his hair and shook his head.

“Nothing, Tae.” Taehyung only cocked an eyebrow, showing Namjoon that he wasn’t letting the conversation end there. Namjoon just huffed out a heavy laugh before turning back to the window. “It’s just that I feel like I fucked up on some of the interviews. These interviewers keep asking the same half-assed questions and it got on my nerves and I think that showed. I don’t want Army to see me getting frustrated. Plus, I feel like I’m letting you guys down because I can’t think of more ways to involve you guys in the conversation. I want everyone to see your personalities as well.” Taehyung let Namjoon spill it all out, listening and soaking the leader’s words in. Once his rant ended, Taehyung stayed quiet, thinking about what to say to help.

“Hyung, I hope you know that you’re not the only one who gets frustrated. We get frustrated and so do our fans. They know that we keep getting asked the same questions and we have to give the same answers. They know that we can’t speak freely and it’s annoying to everyone. Plus, I don’t think that anyone noticed you getting annoyed.” Taehyung’s looked Namjoon square in the eye as he spoke. “And don’t blame yourself for not getting us involved. I know we’re still learning English and that’s also hard for you, but we’re doing what we can to make up for that. We will get to a point where you don’t have to speak as much, I promise.”

“Plus,” Yoongi chimed in, walking up to the two, rustling his already messy hair. “these companies are getting better at just translating for us. They’re starting to understand that we’re not perfect at English and they’ve helped bridge that gap. Listen, we only have the concert and a few filmings next week and then there’s only small schedules for the next three weeks. Just take that time to clear your head and relax.” Namjoon just nodded, looking down at his feet, thinking about what the two said.

“Yeah, thank you guys.” Namjoon said, patting his two friends on their shoulders, before looking out the window once again. This cued the other two to take their leave. Yoongi went back to the bed, letting himself fall face first into the comforter. Taehyung went to the snack bar, not having eaten breakfast at the hotel.

After another forty minutes, the manager came into their lounge, waking up the sleeping members from their naps. He started handing the member’s their passports and tickets, checking and double checking that they had all of their stuff before heading out.

They were driven over to the plane and let in before the other passengers. The members quickly put their backpacks in the overhead compartments and found their seats, getting comfortable. They were all relaxing in their seats when the rest of the passengers boarded.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook saw Jin get up, probably to go to the bathroom, as his usual routine on a flight. Smirking, Jungkook saw this as an opportunity and stuck his boot out to trip his hyung. Only it wasn’t Jin who tripped over the leather shoe, but a woman. She was shorter and her long, black hair curtained around her as she fell to the plane floor.

“Jilly! Are you okay?” Another woman came up behind her, arms full with a giant pillow and a dog. By this time, most of the members were looking over to see what was going on. A voice from the other aisle of the plane called out.

“Here! Annie! Toss me Shooky!” Taehyung and Jimin’s head whipped to the voice, tracing it back to a pale girl wearing an oversized denim jacket and Vans. The other, Annie, they had picked up, attempted to toss the pillow, losing her balance in the process. As soon as she let go of the pillow, she grabbed the wall of one of the booths, trying not to fall on top of her friend. The pillow fell short, landing in Yoongi’s lap. Jimin and Jungkook slapped their hands over their mouths, trying not to bust out laughing. The rapper’s sleepy eyes went wide beneath his hat, seeing the familiar face stitched into the pillow. Beside him, he heard the woman spewing out an apology in English. He sat there for a second, the fear of being recognized washing over him, to which he just raised a hand, showing that he was fine. Before he knew it, the girl closer to him grabbed the top of the pillow, pulling it from his lap, whispering an apology in Korean. Yoongi simply nodded, cueing the girl to go to her seat.

Meanwhile, the girl who had tripped over Jungkook’s boot had stood back up, brushed herself off, and turned to see what exactly had tripped her. Jungkook saw her starting to turn and shrunk into his seat, pulling his boot back into the stall as fast as he could. He sat there, terrified for a few seconds, only to relax after the woman didn’t come back. The women found their seat, each only a few booths in front of the boys. Some of the members watched carefully to make sure the woman who tripped didn’t come back to yell at the maknae. They only started unpacking their stuff for the flight ahead.

“Savannah, can you take Happy for a second?” Annie said, passing the cute shih tzu over the wall that separated the two booths. The pale girl took the dog in her arms before gingerly setting her in her seat, next to the pillow. Taehyung’s eyes went wide and, before he knew what he was doing, he stood up and started heading towards the puppy. Namjoon watched warily as the tall man approached the small pale woman. She was kneeling down, retrieving her laptop when Taehyung reached her. Namjoon saw her allow for Taehyung to play with the puppy, not recognizing him, and decided that there was nothing for his to worry about.

Jin and Hoseok were talking to each other when Jin saw one of the girls struggling to get her bag into the overhead compartment. He looked around for flight staff only to find none of them in sight. Sighing, he replaced his mask, lowered his hat, stood up and walked over to the girl.

“Here, I help.” Jin said, slipping the bag out of her hands and placing it gently into the compartment above. The girl looked over to him, confused and he just winked at her before proudly walking back to his seat. Hoseok just rolled his eyes, a big smile on his face while his hyung sat back in his seat.

“This hyung, so chivalrous.” Hoseok chided. Jin just brushed off his shoulders and winked over at his friend.

“I feel like a superhero sometimes.” Jin posed with his hands on his hips, looking off into the distance.

“Hyung stop!” Hoseok groaned, falling back into his seat.

Yoongi was about to fall back asleep when an excited Taehyung called for him. He tried to ignore him but the younger leaned over to tap him on the leg. Yoongi lazily got up and swayed over to Taehyung.

“Hyung! Look at this puppy!”

“Wae?” Yoongi grumbled, crouching down next to Tae.

“What’s the name?” Yoongi asked the girl in the booth, starting to pet the gleeful shih tzu.

“Her name is Happy.” The girl replied quietly. Yoongi recognized the voice as the girl who apologized earlier.

“Cute dog.” Yoongi mumbled as the dog licked his hand sweetly. A small smile rose on his face.

“Hey Savannah, can you hand me Shooky?” Yoongi’s smile dropped and he froze at the mention of Shooky. The voice was light and sweet, yet hints of exhaustion laced within it. Taehyung was still obliviously petting the puppy, enjoying her attention. Yoongi followed the voice to a beautiful, curvy woman with long black hair tied up and plump lips. He was lost in her features.

“Y-yeah, that’s fine.” The pale girl grabbed the pillow and handed it to the other. The beautiful woman’s eyes met Yoongi’s. He watched as her eyes transitioned from curiosity to recognition to horror. He took this as his cue to leave. Grabbing Taehyung’s arm, he pulled them both away from the two girls and taking them back to their seats. Yoongi pushed Taehyung back towards his seat, meeting Namjoon’s confused gaze. Yoongi just took a deep breath and went back to his own seat.

A few minutes later, a high pitched ‘What?!’ Came from one of the girls, followed by a ‘Jilly, shhhh’ from the other two. Some of the guys looked between the three girls, realizing what they just discovered. Yoongi just ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated.

Namjoon rubbed his face in his hands in agitation. Just what he needed, these girls were bound to cause more trouble for them on the flight. It didn’t help his mood and he just sat back, watching the pale girl hand the dog back to its owner. Namjoon watched and waited for them to approach any of the members. Unfortunately, their manager was stuck in the main cabin so he couldn’t help in case a situation arose so Namjoon and Jin would probably take over in protecting the other members. Namjoon watched as the pale girl was trying to toss her bag into the overhead compartment. Jimin was watching as well as she reached down for her phone. As if in slow motion, they saw the backpack slide out of compartment and landed right on top of her head. Jimin had reached his hand out, as if he could magically stop the backpack but he froze as it hit its mark. The girl crouched out and cursed violently, holding her head. Jimin leaned back in his seat, trying to hold in his laughter. Namjoon huffed out what someone might assume was a chuckle. He continued to eye her as she reached up again, sliding her bag more carefully into the compartment. She stretched out, trying to reach the door for the compartment and Namjoon couldn’t help but notice her slim figure that was balanced out with some thicker assets. He couldn’t get a good look at her face because his contacts had dried out and he didn’t want to bother getting his glasses, but it’s not like it really mattered anyways, right?

A few minutes later, the flight took off without any more issues. The guys finally started calming down, feeling safe about the girls in front of them. Hopefully they wouldn’t cause any problems. The flight staff came around with drinks, followed by the first meal of the flight. The boys ate quickly, not having eaten much that morning or the night before. The food wasn’t the best, but it could be much worse. It filled their stomachs and that made it easier for them to relax.

Jungkook felt bad ever since he tripped the girl. He kept glancing out of his booth to look over at hers. He had watched her unpack, making sure he didn’t seriously hurt her. She was cute and had the most refreshing, lively smile. It made him unconsciously smile back. Once things had quieted down after the meal, he pumped himself up to go apologize. Before he could talk himself out of it, he stood up and walked over to her seat. He saw that she was playing games on her phone. He watched her play for a few seconds before crouching down next to her, causing her to jump and let out a small squeak. Jungkook smiled shyly at her and her eyes went wide at the sight of him.

“U-um, hi.” Jungkook whispered, shyly. He looked up at her shocked face and smiled brightly, watching as her face flushed bright red.

“H-hi,” the girl mumbled, biting her lip, nervously. Jungkook’s smile widened at her cute expression before snapping back into reality.

“U-um, I’m sorry that I made you fall.” Jungkook stuttered out, a small blush blooming on his own cheeks.

“It’s okay! R-really.” She replied. Jungkook inquired about her legs, only to be reassured again. From far away, Jin was watching as the maknae was talking to the girl. He knew that Jungkook owed the girl an apology but he only hoped that she wouldn’t do anything to harm him. He just wanted to be cautious seeing as this was a situation that could jeopardize both them and the girls.

“I-I’m Jungkook, by the way.” He said, holding his hand out. The girl looked down at the outstretched hand, unsure of what to do. Just as he was about to pull it away, she took it, shaking it gently. A small smile blossomed on her face and Jungkook felt his heart skip a beat.

“I’m Jillian, but you can call me Jilly.” She said, nervously tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Jungkook just smiled brightly at her, thinking about how her cute name sounded like...

“Jelly?” He smiled, scrunching up his nose and looking up at her teasingly.

“Jilly.” She pouted, earning a soft chuckle from the maknae. Jungkook continued talking to the girl, eventually getting a hold of her phone and playing the game that she was previously entranced in. Jin had been watching the whole time, when he started thinking about how Jungkook should probably return to his seat soon. Suddenly, the girl let out a squeak and quickly pulled the phone from Jungkook’s grasp.

“I guess that’s my cue.” Jin said, slowly standing up and shuffling to where the maknae was hunched over. Jungkook was asking the girl a question and she had nodded. But before he could say anything else, the eldest took ahold of his collar and forced him to stand up.

“Ah, sorry about him. I take him now.” Jin said, an apologetic look on his gentle face before pulling the younger away. Jungkook just pouted and looked over to Jin.

“But hyuuuuuuuuuuung~,�� the maknae whined. Jin lightly pushed him towards his seat.

“Jungkook-ah, you need to be careful about how much you interact with people, especially if you know they’re a fan.” Jin said, sternly.

“I know but I wanted to apologize... And she’s cute.” Jungkook said, still pouting. “She seems really nice and I wanted to talk more with her.” Jin just huffed out a breath and went back to his seat. Hoseok just leaned over the wall of the booth in front of him and whispered to Jungkook.

“If you think you can trust her, give her your number.”

“Hobi-hyung, I don’t think Namjoon-hyung or Jin-hyung would like that.” Jungkook said, looking up at the rapper.

“It’s up to you, but I didn’t get a dangerous vibe from any of these girls. They all seem chill to me. Clumsy, but chill.” Hoseok said with a big smile.

A few hours had passed when Yoongi was woken up abruptly from Jimin. His whole body jolted and he lunged forward and panting heavily.

“Hyung, are you okay? You looked like you were having a nightmare.” Jimin said softly, crouching down in Yoongi’s booth, rubbing his back. “What happened?” Yoongi sank his head into his hands as he tried to catch his breath.

“It was Holly. I had a dream he was being chased by other, bigger dogs. They caught up to him and...” Yoongi just swallowed and took a few more deep breaths. Jimin just wrapped his arms around the rapper, rocking him slightly and whispering that it was only a dream and that Holly was safe. “I just miss him...” Yoongi said after a few minutes.

“Well, why don’t you go pet that other dog again. Her owner just went to the restroom and it might calm you down. I don’t think she would mind.” Yoongi was hesitant, especially because she knew who he was but he really needed to calm down or he would be an anxious mess for the rest of the flight. Jimin went back to his seat while Yoongi sat there, contemplating. Finally, he stalked over to the other side of the plane. He crouched down next to the sleeping pup in her little bed and started petting her. She woke up and her small head tilted into the rapper’s touch. She licked his palm a bit before nuzzling herself back into his careful hands.

He started scratching under her chin when he was knocked onto his side. He heard cursing followed by a familiar-sounding apology. He looked over to see a pair of feet and he looked up to see the dog’s owner. He heard the dog whine and he stood up, brushing himself off. He slightly towered over the girl. He caught himself following her voluptuous curves and blushed before remembering that she had spoken.

“A-ah, is okay. Your dog,” He cursed, trying to remember the right English words. “Is very cute.” He looked at her and watched as her mouth dropped at the sight of him. He was starting to think that coming over was a bad idea. He was about to turn around when she spoke out.

“Why did you come over when I was gone?” She asked, in nearly perfect Korean. She tilted her head and he could’ve sworn that she mimicked her puppy’s cute face perfectly.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to startle you.” Yoongi mumbled, feeling his cheeks getting hotter. The girl nodded in understanding.

“Oh, I see. D-do you want to hold her? She likes to be held like a baby.” She bent down and picked up the pup, cradling her like a newborn. Yoongi nodded and she placed Happy in his arms. The dog radiated a calming warmth and Yoongi, pulled her closer into him, started feeling so much better after the terrifying dream.

“She... Um... She’s like my dog, so nice and soft. Do you know him?” He knew it was an odd question to ask, but he couldn’t help but smile when she said his name.

“Yes, he is a good boy. But I can’t see him often. I miss my Holly.” Yoongi whispered, lost in thought about his own furry baby. He felt bad for unloading all of these feelings on a stranger but he strangely felt so comfortable with her.

“I understand,” The girl started, causing the rapper to meet her shining, puppy-like eyes. “I had to leave Happy when I went to Medical School.” Yoongi just nodded and asked about her journey to Korea. They had a relaxed conversation and Yoongi could feel the stresses of the dream wash away. He didn’t know if it was because Happy was snuggled up in his arms or the fact that her owner was offering such easy conversation. He caught himself staring at her smiling, adorable face when he realized that their interaction had probably gone on a little too long. Panicking, he gingerly placed Happy back on her bed, said a quick thanks, and shuffled back to his seat, cheeks burning. He sat down and looked over to see Jimin smirking devilishly at him. He just rolled his eyes, mouthed out a ‘shut up’ and snuggled up to go back to sleep.

Namjoon trudged to the bathroom in his half-asleep stupor when he passed by the pale girl’s booth. He glanced over and saw her fast asleep. He examined her booth for a camera or anything else that she could possibly use against them, but he only found an open pouch with a bottle of Tylenol poking out the top. He stood there for a second before continuing his journey to the restroom. When he finished, Taehyung was standing against the wall, waiting for him turn. Namjoon took a second glance at the younger before stopping him.

“Taehyung, are you okay? You look a little pale.” Namjoon put his hands on the younger’s shoulders, getting a better look at him.

“Yeah, my head is just hurting a bit. I think I’m just fatigued.”

“Want me to wait for you?” Namjoon asked.

“No, it’s okay hyung. I think I’ll be fine.” Namjoon just nodded and let Taehyung go before going to his seat. As he passed by, he noticed that the girl had shifted to the far side of the booth. He finally got a look at her face, despite it being dark, and blinked. She was actually kinda cute. She didn’t look like a model but she had a raw beauty that he could appreciate.

Taehyung was in the bathroom, splashing water on his face when the turbulence hit. He swore as it knocked him back. His head hit the wall and his vision was swimming. He didn’t get headaches like this often, but when he did, they really knocked him down. He pushed open the bathroom door and swayed back and forth as he tried to maneuver his way to his seat, grabbing anything that could hold him upright. But the turbulence decided to rock the plane harder and Taehyung lost his balance completely. His vision went completely black and before he knew it, he was sitting. He barely registered that something hit his shoulder not that someone was rubbing his back.

“T-Taehyung-ssi. Are you okay?” The voice was gentle but it still startled him. He looked over at the girl and jumped up. But his vision started swimming again and another wave of turbulence hit, causing him to fall to the floor, next to the girl’s seat. He pressed his cold palms against his eyes, hoping the pressure would subside the pain.

“Y-yes.... No.... My head hurts.” Taehyung groaned out. He felt the girl lightly start rubbing his back with one hand while seeming to reach for something else with the other hand.

“Here, I have medicine.” She stopped rubbing his back to take his hand in hers, gently placing two pills in it. Taehyung blearily gazed down at the pills, realizing they were pain medicine. She placed an unopened bottle of water in his hand. He took the pills, then opened the water to wash the pills down. He set the water down to rub his temple and she had resumed rubbing his back, soothing him. “Go sleep.” She commanded gently. Taehyung just looked over at her, pouting slightly as he made out her worried features. All he could think was that she was an angel for helping him.

“I don’t think I can make it back to my seat.” He admitted, hating how weak he felt. He watched as she tried to figure out a way to get him to his seat.

“Here, let me help you to your seat.” She girl said, her voice staying soft. She rose up to her feet and leaned down to take Taehyung’s hands. She turned around and put his hands on her shoulder. She held one hand on top of his while the other grabbed onto the walls of the booths. The turbulence shook the plane once again and Taehyung gripped her shoulders harder, afraid of falling again. He kept his eyes shut, afraid that the vertigo would knock him back down. He squeezed one eye open and pointed to his booth. She just nodded and led him to his window seat. Taking his arm, she guided him into his seat.

Namjoon looked up to see the scene unfolding, beyond annoyed at the girl who was leading Taehyung to his seat. How could Taehyung be so reckless? He could have waited for him at the bathroom. What was this girl getting at? He watched as she rushed back to her booth to retrieve something. She came back with an opened water bottle and Namjoon’s eyes went wide, quickly jumping into action. He was furious that this girl was trying to pull something on Taehyung while he was sick.

“What are you doing?” He growled, looking down at the girl. She had set the water bottle in a holder and was putting a blanket on Taehyung when he came up behind her. She dropped the blanket and looked up at him. Her face went paper white and her whole body tensed up.

“H-he wasn’t feeling good and I-I gave him some pain medicine and brought him back to his seat.” Namjoon could feel the anger seeping out of his pores. Taehyung had come back to consciousness long enough to hear the interaction between his leader and the angel who helped him. He couldn’t open his eyes so he just listened. Then he noticed the tone in Namjoon’s voice.

“What did you give him?” Namjoon spat out, unable to control himself.

“Just some Tylenol. I took some earlier for my headache. He said his head hurt so I thought it would help him too.” The girl said, quietly. Taehyung opened his eyes, looking in between the two blurry figures and reached a shaky hand over to grab Namjoon’s wrist. The leader just turned his glare to Taehyung but Taehyung was too dizzy to care.

“Hyung..” Before he could say anything else, the girl rushed back to her seat. Namjoon tried to follow but Taehyung held his wrist in an iron grip. “Hyung stop.” The singer pleaded weakly. Namjoon kneeled down next to Taehyung, trying to calm down at the sight of the sick member.

“What were you thinking?” Namjoon growled out.

“I got really dizzy and I think I hit my head in the bathroom.” Taehyung said weakly. “I tried walking back to my seat but the turbulence shook the plane so hard I blacked out. I landed right on top of her. I tried to get back up but then I just fell again. I couldn’t move. I thought I would pass out completely if I tried again. She gave me Tylenol. I looked at the pills and they look exactly like the ones we use. Then she gave me a fresh bottle of water. I had been the first to open it. Then she helped me back to my seat. Hyung, she was just trying to help.” Namjoon took a deep breath before he let his head fell into his hands and he let out a long groaned.

“I should have just waited for you.”

“Hyung, stop blaming yourself. We already talked about that. Your stress is making you irritable and make bad calls. I know you were just trying to protect me, but if she was gonna make a move against us, she would’ve done so already.” Taehyung had his eyes closed as he spoke. His head was still swimming but the pain was starting to dull. A wave of relief filled Taehyung at the little release of tension.

“Shit, I was so rude. Do you think she’s gonna post about it or anything?” Namjoon grumbled into his hands.

“No, I don’t think she will... But you should say you’re sorry. Now let me sleep. The pain made me tired.” Taehyung moaned, curling up into his blanket. With that, Namjoon went back to his seat, his mind buzzing with thoughts and more anxieties.

All the members were fast asleep when the cabin lights turned on. An audible groan came from the whole cabin and the flight staff came in, announcing that they were about to serve the last meal. Jungkook ate his food quickly and leaned his head over into the aisle, suddenly bouncing with excitement. Jin looked over at the bouncing maknae and sighed in exhaustion.

“Jungkook, stop bouncing. You’re making me more tired with all of your energy. What are you so excited about?” Suddenly, Jilly started turning her head back to look at Jungkook and Jungkook hid back into his booth, only leaving his boot out, waving at the cute girl. Jin just watched from the side at the interactions between the two. He rolled his eyes and resumed his eating.

Once everyone had finished eating and all of the trash from the meal was picked up, Jungkook stretched and strode to the bathroom. He peaked down at Jilly’s backpack to see the note missing and he smiled to himself. He had slipped the note on her backpack while everyone was asleep. He was so nervous about giving her his number but he could feel that she was a good person. In the few moments that they talked, he soaked in her sweet nature and bright smile. On his way back to his seat, a small, soft hand reached and grabbed his jacket, causing him to look down at a curious and confused Jilly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the note he left for her. Unfolding it, she pointed to his phone number. Jungkook could feel a huge smile forming on his face as he nodded, causing her face to flush. He held an imaginary phone in his hands and began typing as if texting then he pointed to her. His smile widened further as her jaw dropped and he waved at her before walking back to his seat. Jungkook didn’t even reach his seat before Jin started his rant.

“Are you stupid? Why did you give her your number? What if she’s crazy? Aish, Jungkook-ah! Stop being so reckless, seriously.” Jin scolded as Jungkook sat down, the smile still on his face.

“Mian, hyung. But I really think she’s safe.” Jungkook said, turning to face the oldest. “And you know that my judgement is good. She seems just like a... ahhh, what do they say. Oh! a cinnamon roll.”

“Cinnamon roll?” Hoseok asked, leaning out of his booth with a confused smile on his face.

“Yeah, like she’s just sweet, inside and out. I can tell. She couldn’t hurt a fly.” Jungkook said, looking back towards Jilly’s booth, to see that she was looking back at him, still confused. Jungkook smiled widely, scrunching his nose a bit, making him the epitome of a bunny boy. Jin and Hoseok followed his gaze to Jilly’s shocked face. She looked like a deer in headlights and Jin turned back to the maknae and flicked his forehead.

“I think you scared her. I can’t believe you pulled that. Aish, well don’t blame me if your number ends up on the internet.” Jin huffed.

“Ah, hyung, she won’t do that.” Jungkook reassured him. Hoseok watched as the two talked about the situation when his eyes were drawn to a piece of candy flying through the plane, right into Jilly’s booth and he snickered. He looked over to see where it came from, only to see her pale friend smiling at her, a sympathetic look in her eyes. He nodded appreciation for the friendship the three girls had.

The last leg of the flight went smoothly. Taehyung’s headache was completely gone and the members were able to catch up on some much needed sleep. They cleaned up their areas while the plane made its way to the terminal. Once the plane stopped and everyone was able to stand, the guys started to grab their things. Namjoon looked over at the pale girl opening the overhead compartment. His eyes wandered over her form once again as she stretched to reach her backpack. She puffed out her cheeks and he realized that she couldn’t reach her backpack. She got on the tips of her toes but to no avail. He tried not to smirk at her struggle then realized that this was his chance. Without a second thought, he was moving.

“Here,” he said in an surprisingly stable voice. He had mentally prepared himself to apologize to her half the flight but now that the moment arose, he was nervous. He reached up and pulled out her backpack. He looked back down at her to see her hunching, trying to shrink away from him. “Taehyung told me what happened. Listen, I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean to get mad, I’m just worried—.”

“It’s fine.” The girl cut him off, snatching the backpack from his hands. She bit her lip, nervously, not meeting his eyes. Finally, she bowed her head slightly and mumbled a ‘thank you’ before turning away and putting her stuff away. Namjoon was shocked by her demeanor and how quickly she shut him down. Namjoon turned to walk away when he caught her phone lighting up. Without thinking, he turned to look at the screen and all he could think was ‘shit’. There, on her phone screen, was his smiling face. He sucked on his teeth and proceeded to his seat, baffled and annoyed by the unforeseen cherry on top of the situation.

Jungkook decided he wasn’t done talking to Jilly just yet, but he needed another reason to go up to her. Then, he saw the cute little shih tzu that was passed from Jilly to her friend and he grinned, shuffling his way up to them.

“Oh come here, cute puppy.” He said, crouching next to the happy puppy. He looked up at the girls and, with his cutest bunny smile, asked if he could carry the puppy. He was bouncing on his toes from beside the puppy.

“Um, sure... But you can’t take her home.” Jungkook proceeded to pick the dog up, holding her like a baby and scuttering back to his seat to grab his stuff. He set the dog on the seat so he could put his backpack, hat, and mask on. Jin and Hoseok took the chance to pet the pup and praise her cuteness. After Jungkook was situated, he picked Happy back up and set off, Jin and Hoseok following.

The girls weren’t far in front of them and they each turned to make sure that Happy was behind them. They were shocked and amused to find a happy Jungkook skipping around, despite him being dressed in all black and getting off a 13-hour flight. He skipped up to Jilly’s side, Happy content in his strong arms.

“Jilly, you’re gonna message me right? Jin hyung said it was okay if you promise not to give my number out. You can find me on Katalk with my number too.” Jilly nodded, promising to do it once she got her SIM card for Korea. Jungkook just smiled brightly at the girl, who smiled and blushed back.

Taehyung wanted to thank the other girl since they landed but Namjoon had beat him on the plane. He was glad that the leader apologized but Namjoon didn’t seem to notice how red the girl’s eyes got when she turned her face away from him or when she wiped at her eyes to clear them as she packed. He must have scared her and Taehyung didn’t want that to be her last impression of them. So he ran up to her and tapped her on the shoulder, surprising her as they were all still turned towards the maknae, who was flirt with her friend.

“Thank you for the medicine! It really helped me.” He smiled widely. He ignored her friends staring at her, equally surprised and kept on. “A-ah, my name is Taehyung, by the way. B-but you already knew that. I remember you saying my name when I was sick. But you can just call me Tae...” Taehyung started blushing. He knew he was rambling but he finally got a good look at the girl and she was actually pretty cute. He wasn’t expecting his angel to be pretty. “A-Anyways, what’s your name?” He stuttered out.

“I’m glad that I could help you, Taehyung, um, Tae.” She corrected herself. “My name is Savannah, but you can call me Sana if it’s easier.” Taehyung felt his smile widen at her. He could tell that she was still down from earlier, but at least she wasn’t crying now. He hoped that he was making her feel better.

“Your name is pretty. Ah, and I’m sorry about Namjoon hyung. He’s just very protective of us.” He could see her become more uncomfortable with the mention of the leader’s name. He feigned confusion, but he was mentally scolding himself for making her feel bad again.

“It’s okay, Tae. I understand. As long as I could help you, that’s all that matters.” Taehyung hated himself for taking that lightness away from her again but he just nodded and retreated back to the other members.

A few seconds later, Taehyung found Jungkook next to him, Happy still in his arms. Jungkook, trying to be inconspicuous, took the chance to ask what had happened between Sana and Namjoon. Taehyung started telling him when the girl in the middle stopped, requesting her dog back. Jungkook just cocked his head to the side, pouting slightly, and obliged, handing the dog off.

“Thanks, Come here, you nasty tissue.” The whole group had stopped at this point, confusion on their faces. Jilly and Sana were laughing at the sight of their apparent confusion, baffling them further.

“What’s a tissue?” Yoongi asked, coming to the front of the group. The other members could see a blush blooming on the girl’s cheeks.

“Happy is a Shih Tzu and if you mix up the letters, it can sound like tissue.” The girl explained. “So that’s what we call her sometimes. Tissue... or demon.” She shrugged. This set both groups into fits of laughter. Jin and Hoseok started trying to think of similar nicknames for Yeontan, causing Taehyung to pout and protest.

The guys were still cackling when they noticed that the girls had continued their trek through the airport. Yoongi realized that they were nearing the customs station and he didn’t want to miss his chance so he started jogging ahead of the rest of group, shocking the other members in his sudden exertion of precious energy. He caught up to the girls and tapped the middle girl’s shoulder, pulled out his phone and held it up to her.

“C-can I have your number?” He asked, a bit breathless, though he did his best not to let it show. She didn’t move for a few seconds, shocked. Then she started handing off her pup and Shooky pillow to her friends before taking the phone from his hands. Her fingers were warm to the touch and he blushed when they grazed each other. She started typing when she paused, as if remembering something.

“I need to get a Korean SIM card, so I’ll have a new number. Umm, can you give me yours?” She said, pulling out her own phone. She handed his phone back to him and he glanced down at the contact page still on the screen. ‘Annie.. That’s right.’ He remembered her being called that earlier.

“O-oh, yeah, sure.” He said, taking her phone in his slightly trembling hands. He started entering his contact, half tempted to put an emoji next to his name. He decided against it but the thought made him mentally smile. That smile broke when he heard Sana speak.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna go ahead. Taking Happy through customs is gonna take a little longer, so I’ll meet you two on the other side.” Annie agreed and told her to take the correct paperwork from her backpack. After Sana left, Yoongi straightened up, heart sinking.

“Babe? A-are you two... together?” He couldn’t help but feel sad at the potential relationship between the two girls.

“Oh! No no, that’s not what she meant!” Annie exclaimed, explaining their exceptionally long friendship and the nicknames that came with it. Relief washed over Yoongi and he handed her phone back, trying not to show his happiness.

“Message me when you get your SIM card?” Yoongi tried not to look too expectant and he failed. Annie smiled shyly and nodded. Yoongi’s smile broadened before remembering his members behind him and resuming his stoic nature. They decided to walk the rest of the way to the customs station together, talking and laughing. Namjoon stood in the back of the group, still feeling bad. He felt obligated to make it up to the girl but he didn’t know how. He didn’t even catch her name when her and Taehyung were talking.

“Ah, I should have gotten Sana’s number.” Taehyung said, realizing that he wanted to be able to talk to her more.

“Sana?” Jillian looked at Taehyung, who only looked back, both equally confused.

“That’s Savannah’s Korean name from when she was a teacher here, Jilly.” Annie stepped in. Both BTS and Jilly nodded in realization. She explained why she shortened her English name and everyone nodded in understanding.

They all reached the checkpoint where they had to separate by passport. Waving and bidding goodbye, the guys kept walking to where their passports were to be taken. Their manager went ahead of them to make sure they would get through smoothly.

Once all members were through customs, they waited for the bodyguards who were to protect them from the paparazzi and fans mobbed out past the arrival gate. After a few minutes, the guards arrived and they made their way out. Flashing lights and screams hit them like waves but they played it cool like they had hundreds of times before. They waved and bowed in random directions.

Jungkook, unable to help himself, started looking around for the Jilly. He was looking all directions until he saw her and her friends near one of the exits, looking at them from a distance. Without thinking, he started waving at her, only to be cut off by Jin and his broad shoulders. The oldest glared down at him and the maknae gave an apologetic smile.

They made their way through the airport, exiting and being met by their black van. They all gave one final wave and thanked the bodyguards before they piled into the van. They all slouched back into their seats, letting out deep breaths.

Twenty minutes into their drive home, the entire hyung line fell asleep in the back of the car, finally feeling comfortable in a familiar environment. Jimin smirked, taking pictures of them all snuggled up under their jackets. Jungkook took the opportunity to lean over to Taehyung and inquire about what happened on the plane.

“I should ask you the same question, Jungkook.” Taehyung leaned back, raising his eyebrows jokingly. Jungkook just rolled his eyes and told the older what happened with Jilly. “Ah, she does look like a cinnamon roll. Good for you Jungkook! You never take any interest in girls so I’m proud of you.” Taehyung smiled, giving a thumbs up.

“Your turn, hyung.” Taehyung sighed, and explained what happened with him getting sick on the plane and Sana helping him. Then he got to the part with Namjoon and how the stress made him confront her. Jungkook just nodded, listening to the whole story. Then, Tae mumbled that she had cried after Namjoon had apologized.

“I didn’t make her cry!” Namjoon whined, clearly waking to the sound of his name. The sudden outburst caused the others to open their eyes, blearily, and look at him, confused.

“I didn’t say that you did, hyung. I just think that she was in shock.” Taehyung said, trying to calm the leader down. Namjoon just sulked and turned to look out the window.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook called, turning to the rapper. “Do you think they will message us like they promised?” Yoongi just shrugged.

“I don’t know. I hope so.” Yoongi said, twirling his phone in his hands, a small smile on his lips.

“Me too,” Jungkook agreed, turning back into his seat.

The rest of the drive was quiet as the members were either listening to music or asleep. Once they reached their apartment, they decided to wash up and head out for something to eat. They had a few restaurants that they could eat safely at without being pestered by people. After a long trip to the states, they all craved some galbi and samgyupsal.

It was dark when they finally got to the restaurant and their mouths were watering at the smell and sounds of the barbecue. GOing through a side entrance, to their usual private room, they sat and talked and ate.

“Hey, Jungkook-ah, did Jilly text you yet?” Jin asked, flipping the meat. Jimin and Hoseok looked over at him, raising their eyebrows teasingly. Jungkook blushed and looked down at his phone.

“Ah, my phone is dead. I’ll have to check when I get home.” He said, shrugging and taking a piece of meat from the grill.

“Ah, Jungkook, I was saving that piece for me. Why did you have to take that one? I cooked it so perfectly and you had to take it even though it was on the other side of the grill.” Jin ranted. Jungkook just tuned him out and stuck the piece of steak in his mouth.

“Mian, hyung.” Jungkook said, still chewing and looking around the table for more food to stuff into his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I hope you choke on your cinnamon roll.” Jin spat, causing Namjoon, who was in his own conversation with Yoongi, to start choking on his water. Jungkook’s eyes went wide and Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at the blow the poor maknae was dealt.

“Ahh Hyung!” Jungkook whined. Jin just smirked and ate another piece of succulent beef.

“Jungkook, what do you even plan on talking to this girl for?” Jimin asked, leaning back against his seat. Jungkook just shrugged. He hadn’t really thought about it.

“I don’t know. I thought she would be a fun friend to have. And...” A shade of pink painted across his cheeks and he looked down at his tattooed hands. “Maybe we could date, i-if she wanted to.”

“Jungkook, they’re only going to be here for a month. Plus, you only just met her. You shouldn’t get ahead of yourself.” Yoongi said, leaning his head on his hand.

“Yeah, but we’re in America a lot and they can come here again. I would make it work. I was hoping that we can use this month to get to know each other.” Jungkook said, a wishful look in his eyes.

“But... Hyung,” Taehyung said, turning to Yoongi. “If you say that, why did you ask for Annie noona’s number?” Yoongi’s pale cheeks went bright red and he cleared his throat.

“I thought I could show her some fun places to take Happy, that’s all.” Yoongi mumbled, not meeting anyone’s eyes. The other members looked at each other with smirks on their faces.

Once the teasing died down and they finished eating, all seven members headed back to the van, ready to finally lay in their own beds.

“Ah, hyung,” Jungkook said, leaning up to talk to his manager. “Can you drop me off at the gym? I didn’t get to work out much during our trip to America.”

“You just ate, are you sure you want to do that?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah, I just need a good workout to get back onto my schedule.” Namjoon nodded and the manager took a shortcut to drop Jungkook off at his gym in Hannam Hill before taking the rest of the members home.

Yoongi was chilling in the back of the van when he checked his phone. His brow raised when he saw an unknown number had texted him. Opening the message, his eyes went wide and he clenched the phone against his chest, unsure of how to react. ‘Hey, it’s Annie. I’m glad that Happy could keep you company on the flight.’ What could he even say to that? He slipped his phone back into his pocket and rubbed his hands over his face. He could feel the blush rising on his face and he hoped the other members hadn’t noticed. Once they reached their apartment, Yoongi took his time getting out of the van, still lost in thought. Hoseok hung back to walk next to him, looking curiously at him.

“Did she text you?” Hoseok asked, a small smile on his lips. Yoongi flushed and just nodded, hiding his face under his shaggy hair. Hoseok just smiled wider. “That explains why you got so flustered in the car.” Yoongi just puffed out his cheeks, embarrassed that he got caught. “Did you text her back yet?”

“No, I don’t know what to say..” Hoseok just held out his hand. Yoongi sighed and opened the message before handing his phone over. Hoseok read the message a few times, contemplating on how to reply.

“How about ‘She’s so cute, but not as cute as you.’” Hoseok just smiled and winked at Yoongi, who glared and shoved him away. Hoseok just laughed and handed the phone back as they reached the elevator. “But seriously, just say hi, hyung. Make sure she got to her apartment safely.” Yoongi nodded, his eyes shifting as he thought about how to word the text.

Once he got to his room, Yoongi sat down and stared at his phone. Reading and rereading the message over and over again. To him, this was harder than writing a song and it frustrated him. He sighed and started typing. ‘Just say hi... ask her if she got home okay.’ After a few tries, he typed out the final text and sent it. Not wanting the phone in his hands anymore, he tossed it over on the bed and started working on a song that he started writing on the plane.

Jungkook’s thoughts hadn’t slowed down since he had gotten off the plane. He had hoped coming to the gym to workout would also be a distraction from the crush that was developing within him. Thankfully he had the gym to himself so he wouldn’t be interrupted during his training. He mainly just wailed on the punching bag, practicing his hooks and jabs, throwing some push-ups and pull-ups in there as well. By the time he finished, an hour and 15 minutes had gone by and his arms were thoroughly sore and weak. He sat down with a huff and pulled out his phone, only to remember that it was dead. He groaned and laid back on one of the floor mats. Jungkook stared at the ceiling, wondering if Jilly had texted him. He thought about her shy smile and how her hair framed her cute face and he groaned. ‘Why only a month. Couldn’t she stay longer?’ Sighing, he decided that it was probably time to go home. He picked himself up and put his hat and mask on before making the short tread back to the apartment.

Jungkook entered the apartment to the sound of Jimin and Hoseok laughing in the kitchen. Jungkook waved weakly at the two before heading to his room. He plugged in his phone and went to take a hot, soothing shower. Between the long flight that still held a grime on him and the sweat from the aggressive workout, he ended up staying under the steaming water longer than expected. His whole body relaxed and he felt that his head was finally able to clear a bit.

Once Jungkook walked back to his room, he turned his phone on and walked over to the closet to find some clean boxers to put on. His phone dinged and he looked over his shoulder at the lit up screen. Sitting on his bed, he grabbed his phone to see an immense number of notifications. He just shrugged. He expected that since his phone had been off since the flight. He scrolled through his notifications until an unknown number showed up. He tapped on the message and his eyes widened as he read the text. ‘Hey, it’s Jilly, from the flight. I got my SIM card 😊’. Jungkook rolled around on his bed excitedly. The smiley face on the end just melted his heart and he started wiggling around in excitement. Finally, he sat up and started writing his reply without a second thought. After sending the message, Jungkook ran over to Yoongi’s room, entering to find Yoongi writing at his desk.

“Hyung! Jilly text me! Did Annie text you yet?” Yoongi just looked over at the bouncing maknae, a tired look on his face.

“Yeah, why?” Yoongi, replied. Jungkook just shrugged.

“Just wondering. Have a good night, hyung.” Jungkook said, before skipping out of the room.

“That kid has way too much energy. Poor Jilly.” Yoongi sighed, exasperated. He looked back at his phone and grabbed it, wondering if Annie had text him back. He smiled when he saw her name pop up on his phone. ‘Yeah we arrived safely, haha. Savannah surprised us with a really pretty apartment in Apgujeong. Did you get home safely? 😊’. Yoongi smiled at the message. He wasn’t sure what to reply with just yet so he tossed his phone back on his bed and continued working on his newest song.

Jungkook’s energy had left him just as quickly as it had come. The time change and the excitement of the day finally hit him. He laid in bed and scrolled through his phone. As soon as Jilly’s name came up, his bunny smile returned to his lips and he pulled up the message. ‘Yeah, we ate Budaejjigae because it was chilly outside. It was so yummy 😋 Did you get home safely?’ Jungkook almost drooled at the thought of the budaejjigae and he groaned, fighting the urge to go get food out of the fridge. He finally sat up, sighing, and walked down to the kitchen. Jungkook was shocked to see Namjoon leaning against the counter, completely lost in thought.

“You alright, hyung?” Jungkook asked, pulling out a kimbap roll from the fridge and taking a huge bite out of it.

“Nothing, just thinking.”

“About Sana?” Jungkook asked, taking another bite out of the roll.

“Yeah, I’m worried.”

“Hyung, I don’t think she’s gonna say anything to anyone or post it on the internet.”

“I know. But I also just feel really bad. I was in a bad mood and I took it out on her. She was just trying to help Tae.” Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. “And when Tae said she cried afterwards, it just made it worse.”

“Hyung, you were just being cautious and I’m sure she understands that. She probably gave him the medicine out of instinct and didn’t think about that. I can’t explain why she cried but I’m sure that you can explain yourself after she calms down a bit.’ Jungkook said, finishing the kimbap and throwing the wrapper in the trash.

“You say that like I’m going to meet her again.” Namjoon said, looking at the maknae.

“Well, Yoongi hyung and I are talking to her friends, so it’s a possibility.” Jungkook shrugged and Namjoon sighed. Jungkook patted the leader on the back and went back upstairs.

Once back in his room, Jungkook pulled his phone back out and typed his reply to Jilly before falling into a deep, comfortable sleep.

‘Yes, I did. I went to work out and then I got hungry again so I ate Kimbap when I got home ㅋㅋㅋ Jilly, I want to hang out again! Can we all get together? 😬 Ah, is Sana okay? Taehyung said she was sad. Anyways, good night, Jilly Jelly! 😊😴’

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