#the way he talked about kim wonpil

[faunandfloraas]

getting seungmin to flirt in any sort of normal, forthright way for fanservice with the other members is like pulling teeth. Yet you put him alone in a room with Any older man and suddenly he's the flirtiest dog in town

[staysuki]

🥦 SWEET LIKE CANDY (II) | h.hj smau

041—ENACTMENT.

warnings: underground crime, mention of death, killing, and pills.

word count: 4k

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“wait wait wait, what do you mean ‘take care of him’?” hyunjin piped as he tried to wrap his head around the words of the people around him, some people that he never even interacted with in the first place.

“stupid much?” jae muttered which earned him a warning glare from seungmin.

you were all huddled in the modest living room of the kim household—brian, wonpil, jae, you, seungmin, and then hyunjin. during the late hours of the night where the youngest kim is out for dance practice, his older brothers took this as a chance to reconvene and talk about the shady happenings without getting jake involved—too bad they didn’t know you were talking to him about it.

you thought things would be awkward at first, it was a room full of people that barely got along but it seemed like everyone was united on focusing against a common enemy. you thought jae would be more spiteful towards hyunjin but he didn’t really mind him much aside from a few passive aggressive remarks here and there. you also thought it would be more tense having him in the same room as you but seeing him walk through the door looking worse for wear made you feel a little guilty. he’s been going through so much and probably the last thing on his mind was your petty warring with him. he looked so sullen, sunken bags under his eyes resulting from constant paranoia and sleepless nights. he looked like he could barely keep himself standing, already slumping against the couch as he sat and listened to his friends talk about his situation, he barely even made eye contact with anyone—much less you. it was a bit off-putting, seeing him look so differently especially when the last time you saw him, he looked crisp and happy to be in the gallery.

“don’t fret, hwang.” brian quipped, “that was a crass way of putting it, all we meant is that we’re going to deliver some justice without going through the judicial system.”

“that is not a better way to phrase that at all,” wonpil said then looked towards hyunjin, “it’s nothing extreme, we’re getting them behind bars but we can’t rely on the government, i’m sure they have a lot of ties.”

hyunjin nodded, albeit apprehensively, trying to make sense of everything.

“d-do we have anything on felix..?” your eyes wide in curiosity as you laid your question to the group, a thin veil of silence had spread, making wonpil the first one to break it.

“i… might have something. but i can’t say for certain that it’ll work..” the oldest kim said.

“what is it?” your brother asked yet wonpil shook his head slightly.

“i can’t say what it is for now.. it’s a bit risky and outlandish. but just trust me on this one.”

“swear on a pill?” brian asked with an eyebrow raised towards wonpil and he nodded.

“swear on a pill.”

“what does that mean?” hyunjin asked.

“it’s just a thing we had back when we were partners. whenever we’d go for a dangerous job we had pills in our mouths so we don’t fall into enemy hands. it’s an insta-kill, it’s our way of saying that we swear on our life—we just gotta trust him.” brian explained, everyone nodded in understanding, even if it was a bit of a dark twist.

“so how’s this gonna happen then?” jae asked, putting the conversation back on track.

seungmin stood up straight, dusting of his pants as he stood up to explain, “well, since brian is a trusted lawyer—and a good mercenary—we already have plans laid out, and the sooner we can execute them, the better. we were thinking probably tomorrow.”

“tomorrow evening. i have actual work during the day.” brian clarified.

“alright, tomorrow when the sun sets.” seungmin repeated, “given the fact that it took us almost more than a week to get this set up, we’ve already given them a big leeway since the time hyunjin discovered about their schemes, it’s no doubt that they made reparations to their cover to make up for the loss of source. they had the time but we’re gonna hit them with the most dangerous weapon of all—information.”

“hwang hyunjin, do you know why han jisung is so revolved around you?” brian tilted his head as he placed his hands on the table, leaning over to hyunjin to stare him straight in the eyes. the younger one’s pupils shook, uncertainty and fear coursing through his veins as he shook his head slowly.

“once upon a time, there were two best friends, one was rich and one was poor. yet the rich one acquired their wealth through works of blood money, dirty dealings, and criminal activity. while the poor one, kept their dignity intact, worked their ass off and remained honest, a pure being. yet with a person so pure, they can only take so much suffering before they finally succumb to evil.” brian started, “the poor person finally gave into the rich guy’s offering—work for him and be wealthy together. and so they did. the poor person suddenly got a lot of money, but a piece of their heart remained untainted—feeling guilty of such crimes as regret and shame filled his veins. he moved up into a middle class citizen.. but at what cost?”

hyunjin listened intently, alongside everyone else. but the cloud of recognition was slowly filling his eyes as he carefully pieced the stories together, his eyes boring on the table in serious thought as brian continued.

“and so… the poor man did the unthinkable—he betrayed his very best friend for the sake of good. the rich man had always been under surveillance, a little push was all the authorities needed to get him behind bars, and the poor man gave them that push. the evidence they needed to nail him down— in exchange for a pardon, of course. the poor man went back to his old lifestyle, yet a little piece of him was already gone.. alongside his best friend, due to the world he dipped himself in. such a shame, truly.”

as the story finished, hyunjin looked up into brian’s expectant eyes, waiting for him to hammer it down.

“han jungho—jisung’s father—his partner..” hyunjin gulped, “his partner was my dad.”

brian gave him a small pat before standing upright, leaning off the table, “bingo.”

hyunjin felt sick, he felt like puking but at the same time, his throat felt dry. the room was spinning, it felt crowded yet there wasn’t even anyone near him. it was overwhelming, all to the point of convolutedness.

hyunjin always thought that after a certain period in time, his father became strange, no longer the diligent man that he had grown up with. ever since he was a kid, they didn’t have a lot, during school events, hyunjin was always the child that didn’t have anyone—always asking a teacher to stand by his side instead. but he understood, they needed the money, his dad needed to work. everything was alright because at the end, he knew he was raised with love.

even if he never get to see his mother, even if his father is always out for work, he knew that everything would be okay. until things started changing.

they could suddenly afford things they couldn’t before, he even started to have a babysitter for a while (which was definitely not needed, by the way, nine year old hyunjin would protest). but his father started growing more distant, cold… scary.

ever since then, their relationship started going array. the older hyunjin got, the more bitter he became, and soon enough, it was like they never loved each other at all.

“my guess is that jisung might be out for revenge, or perhaps it’s his father that is. earn enough money to make bail or at least, discreetly get jungho out of jail through illegal measures all the while striking the person that stabbed him on the back—or his son.” brian went on, continuing on his tangent of theories but hyunjin already muted everything off.

“i think i might need some air.” hyunjin said, breaking the conversation as he went out, asking permission from no one in particular.

seungmin gave him a few minutes, but he knew that his best friend needed noise. leave hyunjin alone with his own thoughts and eventually he’ll break himself. he knew that, and so, he followed his friend outside, finding him heaving deep breaths as he looked up at the moon with scorn, wondering what wrong he had done in his life to be wrapped up in such a mess.

“you alright?” seungmin asked, checking in on the welfare of his friend. hyunjin turned to face him, a weary expression on his face.

“at this point, i don’t know, but i know there’s nothing i can do about it either.”

“i know you crashed at nayeon’s place for a while, why didn’t you just tell me?”

hyunjin exhaled his sharp eyes mirroring those of seungmin’s, “because you’ve already helped me so much and there’s really nothing i can give back to you—”

“i’m not doing it because i want something in return, i’m doing it because we’re friends.”

“yeah but still.” hyunjin’s eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, not having any proper rebuttal aside from letting his manly ego talk.

“your pride will be the death of you, hwang hyunjin.” seungmin said, and he meant it with all his heart. after all, such pride was what made hyunjin be blind to a lot of things—betrayal was one of them—or perhaps it was the empathetic heart that he hides underneath all of his tough exterior.

“do you think all those years of “friendship” meant nothing?” hyunjin asked no one in particular, but seungmin took it upon himself to answer.

“questioning such motives will just lead to more questions and heartbreak, at this point, it’s better to just accept it and move on. lee felix and han jisung are scum, end of story.”

“do you think he targeted me because of our fathers’ past?” hyunjin continued, questions filling his head yet no one in the house had an answer—only jisung himself had them, he knew that, yet there was no way to attain them.

“maybe. maybe not. maybe he’s just working under the direction of his father, who knows. brian has ideas but they’re all just guesses.”

“what’s going to happen after… all of this? don’t you think it’s a bit hard to come back to normal after everything that had happened?”

seungmin simply shrugged, “we move on, hyunjin, we move on.”

“tonight?! seriously? what the hell is going on??” jake choked on his frappuccino as you recounted all the details of the meeting last night, agreeing to meet him in a quaint and cozy coffee shop to discuss discrete matters—probably not the best idea as you had to shush him from talking too loud.

you surveyed the surroundings, there weren’t many customers aside from boring corporate workers and stressed out college students wrapped up in their own tasks, you released a relieved sigh before turning back to glare at a sheepish jake who apologized for his lack of volume control.

“look, all i know is that they can take down han jisung for sure, but felix… is a little bit tricky. i dont know how they’re going to do it. it’s also mostly wonpil hyung and brian hyung talking about the plan in detail to themselves because they can’t risk getting everything exposed— jae oppa doesn’t want to be a part of it so he chose to excuse himself. even seungmin doesn’t know what they’re going to do.”

“maybe submit a case report?” jake stated and you shrugged.

“i don’t know, they said they won’t be able to take him down through straightforward ways.”

jake leaned on the table, getting closer to you as he lowered his hushed voice, “do you think they’re going to kill them..?”

your eyes widened in surprise, at this point, you were certain that they could be capable of such crimes, but you wanted to take such thoughts away for now, “jesus, i hope not.”

you cleared your throat, trying to swallow negativity along with it, as much as jisung and felix are bad people, you didn’t want to think about the people close to you committing such gruesome sins, “i think they’re going to corner jisung, cut his contact with felix and then take them down separately. although felix works best alone, jisung can’t function without felix—that’s probably the main core of the plan.”

jake nodded in understanding, “i see… maybe brian hyung is gonna recruit more people from his underground business to help.”

“maybe.”

“what do you think felix will do?” his eyes were filled with curiosity as the conversation went on. as much as he wanted to be a part of his brothers’ dealings, he couldn't help but be a simple, awed outsider as well. it felt like watching a series, or reading a mystery novel. all the juicy deets and the ‘what’s-gonna-happen-next’ excitement.

“i don’t know. he’s unpredictable, we don’t even know whether he’s going to stay loyal to jisung—seungmin thinks he wouldn’t, and their whole plan probably relies on that assumption…”

jake was in deep thought, although he looked like a simpleton, he was good at figuring out holes—as you pieced together the small details of the plan for him, his mind was wiring with thoughts of a performance.. a center stage choreographed as a heist. he can see all the movements of the plan—harsh, strong, and filled with desperation. it was a dangerous dance to witness yet it keeps you on the edge of your seat even when you know it’s going to turn out okay.

the grand finale of the performance, jake can tell that it’s messy—going awry as his mind envisions the gang trying to pin down felix… the dance becomes static, broken and almost puppet-like as felix takes control of the stage.

a wild card.

the plan needed to go smoothly but felix’s presence would prevent that from happening. jake can feel the massive blackhole in seungmin’s plan, he was risky, playing a dangerous game as he bet most of it into thinking felix won’t be loyal to jisung. maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t, but that unpredictability is what makes him the most dangerous.

jake thinks of everything like it’s a choreography, and felix is the one thing that keeps the plan from being perfect. at that moment, he knew that he needed to tip the scales to iron out the mistakes.

all without nobody’s knowledge.

you two split ways, not knowing any better that your conversation with jake would change the wires of the plan as you gave him a lot of the crucial information he needed in order to put his hand into this situation. you left thinking that he was simply just the normal jake—but kims will be kims, and they wouldn’t be themselves without the hidden darkness that plagues their person.

wonpil has it, seungmin has it, and without anybody noticing, jake possesses it too.

and he's now yet to unleash it.

as you walked back home, you couldn’t help but appreciate the comfortness of familiarity it brings. it feels like everything was normal, the path back to your neighborhood, the faint barking of dogs in the afternoon, the shifting of trees in the wind.

it felt almost peaceful. a stop in motion as everything else around you is going crazy.

home feels life a safe haven.

too bad it’s a sanctuary that is now also disrupted.

“what the hell is he doing here…?” your eyes shifted to your brother’s, your voice filled with awkward uncertainty as you looked between him and hyunjin in the dining area.

“he—needed, ahem, a place to crash.” jae explained between spoonfuls of mashed potatoes as he tried to chew through his words.

“uhh what?” you responded, still feeling weirdly about it.

jae swallowed the last of his meal before turning back to you, “he needed a place to—”

“yeah yeah, i heard you the first time, you can’t just repeat things and expect me to get it without an explanation.”

this time, it was hyunjin that answered, “i needed a—”

“—place to crash! i get it, jesus christ, i swear to god you definitely just tried saying that on purpose to annoy me.”

“can you guys hate each other in private, this is getting annoying.” jae snapped, trying to silence the both of you but you just glared at him in disbelief, not comprehending how your brother could side with the enemy. “i can read your face, y/n, he’s not the enemy—right now.”

you and hyunjin both rolled your eyes at your brother’s words and you simply just gestured towards your brother to have a talk with him in private which he, snarkily, obliged.

you pulled him towards the kitchen, watching him wash his dish on the sink, “what the hell??”

“what do you want me to say, y/n? that wonpil and brian both talked me into housing him for a while for maybe a bit of cash and also because of legal jargon that i didn’t understand but basically he needs to be somewhere safe right now and living with you is the last place that anyone would ever think of in terms of looking for him?” he said in one breath as he rinsed the plate, not once ever making eye contact with you as he simply found the situation exhausting.

you groaned in defeat, already been given the exact rundown of the situation albeit in an annoying way. you hated how even though your brother is filthy rich from playing video games all day, he’s still a stickler with money and is easily swayed to do anything for some money.

as much as jae hated hyunjin for tormenting you during your childhood days, your older brother definitely started to gain more insight on the situation as he conversed with his old pals in private about hyunjin’s situation. he may be strict, but he has a heart, and it showed in how he cared for his younger ones—which was now slowly extending towards hyunjin, apprehensively. he also has a soft spot for helping people that were in dire need of it.

you went back to the dining room, glaring at hyunjin who just seemed so out of place under your own roof. he sat with his back straight, looking around curiously at the place even though there really wasn’t anything interesting to look at.

“how long are you staying here?” you asked, trying to level with him. you felt bad for him, and you didn’t want to dig up a long history of petty fights because of his current situation—but your house was supposed to be a safe haven, a place of peace outside the messy world, and having him within that space was less than desirable.

he simply shrugged at the question, not knowing himself when his life would be able to get back on track.

you huffed, not pressing any further. not that you cared, you were simply trying to be polite, perhaps offering a small olive branch in the form of a vaguely concerned question—again, not that you actually cared.

you fished out your phone, hoping to rant to someone available. maybe ryujin, maybe jake, or perhaps applaud seungmin because this is probably his brilliant idea (note: sarcasm).

as you scrolled through your contact list, unable to choose from the oh-so-many friends that you have, your fingers went on autopilot as you mindlessly clicked on instinct, not even realizing who you called until you heard a ringtone on the other side of the room, making you whip your head back in surprise.

hyunjin looked flustered as his fingers hovered over his phone, debating whether to answer an incoming call or not. your stupid brain started to malfunction as you looked between your phone and his and then decided to hang up, which also ended the call on hyunjin’s end.

of course.

it wasn’t seungmin.

it wasn’t felix.

everything clicked in your head, the truth that you had tried to deny for so long, hoping that it’ll eventually be false once you ignore it further.

“ca—” you sputtered over your words, accidentally choking on your own spit as you tried to utter the name, alerting hyunjin of your presence which he was trying to ignore.

though his face was still in a mild panic, but now for a different reason.

he definitely saw the contact name on your phone.

synopsis: long time rival hwang hyunjin has been the bane of your existence for as long as you can remember. thank god your secret anon textmate always has your back— sweet, caring, and good with words. definitely not like hwang at all.

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DATING DAY6 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kim Wonpil

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He’s very much a clingy kind of boyfriend, he loves to be able to hold you in any way that he can, as tightly as he can. He enjoys the company and definitely feels safe in the knowledge that you’re around him through affection.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You’d noticed Wonpil coming into your workplace quite often before you ended up talking to each other for the first time. He quickly began to pay you a lot of compliments, something you noticed he didn’t do with any of the others. You were always appreciative, but they often left you wondering what was going on.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Eventually your questions were answered when Wonpil asked you if you wanted to go to dinner one night. Each compliment he gave you was another rung on the ladder in building up his confidence to eventually confess to you that he liked you. When he admitted that he was worried that his compliments might end up scaring you away, you were quick to reassure him that they’d done the complete opposite, and instead made you like him more.

D ⇴ DATES

Your dates were when Wonpil wanted to try and impress you the most. You’d heard a lot about how he was learning to cook, so he’d often invite you round for dinner and show off any new recipes he’d made. Aside from cooking, he loved to go out adventuring with you, walks were one of his favourite things to do with you, he found great inspiration from just being able to walk around hand in hand with you, appreciating the sounds and the sights of the outdoors, usually coming up with a few lyrics when you returned home.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Being with you was the first experience of a relationship that Wonpil had had, and it gave his confidence the world of good. The group, the fans, and even the company were quick to pick up on how much he’d changed since he started dating you, all of it being for the good. He had a sparkle in his eye, being with you almost gave him a purpose to perform for. When he knew you were watching he’d try his absolute best and make sure that the cameras were watching him more than any other member on the stage.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you didn’t fight a lot with each other, both of you were quite calm and relaxed people to begin with that it would take a lot to tip you over the edge. If the two of you did argue, Wonpil would be very apologetic, and very clingy. He’d do anything for you for a considerable amount of time and hug you incredibly tight. Arguments terrified him that he could risk losing you or that you’d stop speaking to him, so he tried hard to put them to bed as quickly as they started. If you needed space after an argument, there was no way that Wonpil would give it to you, he wanted to be right by your side to solve things.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

He was really keen to introduce you to his family, especially his mum. She loved asking him about you and checking in on how you were, so when he finally suggested that you meet, Wonpil couldn’t even finish his sentence before his mother accepted and encouraged the two of you to visit as quickly as you possibly could.

H ⇴ HOME

It didn’t take long into your relationship before Wonpil began to think about finding your own place. He always felt like he needed to shy away from you whenever the boys were around, but if the two of you had your own place, he knew he could be around you as much as he wanted without having to be conscious of others around him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Wonpil was the first of the two of you to say, ‘I love you.’ He was convinced you were asleep when he glanced across at you, so when your eyes opened in shock, you definitely gave him quite a fright. Whilst he tried to brush it aside as nothing, you knew exactly what you heard and refused to speak until you heard him say it again.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He did have a bit of a tendency to get jealous if there was some distance between you both. He was cautious of those around you and would do anything to keep you safe, if a guy was nearby or approaching you, he’d definitely step in before they even had the chance to say hello. You loved how protective Wonpil was of you, whilst he might not be the tallest in stature, that didn’t stop him from standing his ground as your boyfriend and making sure that he was the only one that you’d pay attention to.

K ⇴ KIDS

Starting a family still felt like it was a little way off for Wonpil just yet, but it was something that he definitely saw in his future. He loved to stay up with you late at night and talk about how you both saw your futures going. Once he started talking, it was often difficult for you to get him to stop, but you loved hearing the passion and enthusiasm in his voice when it came to considering a family of your own one day.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He loved to make you laugh, Wonpil didn’t care how much he embarrassed himself. To most people, he was probably quite shy, but in the comfort of your own home, when only you were watching, he didn’t care what he looked like. He’d often leave you in hysterics for all the random things he did. The most common thing he did was pull a funny face, if he caught your glance at the right moment, he’d stick his tongue out at you to make you blush and quickly look away, covering your mouth to try and hide your giggle.

M ⇴ MISSING

Being on the road was incredibly hard for him, especially during the points of the day when you’d usually be around. Performing and rehearsing were easy for him but waking up and falling asleep in an empty bed were two of the biggest challenges he faced. He lacked motivation a lot of the time when he’d wake up without you there and would often lie awake for hours when you weren’t beside him to sleep. As you weren’t there for him to stick besides, he’d often stick beside his members a little bit more. To begin with, they’d be confused why he was around them so much, but as time went on, they soon realised that it was Wonpil’s coping mechanism, so of course, they happily rallied around him as best they could.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He loved hearing you call him by a cute nickname, it didn’t matter what it was, it would always make him shy and blush when you did. You tended to call him ‘bub’ more than anything else as it would always make him smile.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Wonpil was obsessed with your personality, he loved having someone to talk to, someone who matched him for all of his quirks, who could be just as crazy as he was.

P ⇴ PDA

Most of the time, he’s glued to your side, but in public he’s a little more reserved. There will still be no distance between you both, but rather than both arms being wrapped around you, it will usually just tend to be one. He won’t be able to stop himself from kissing you though whenever there is a chance to do so.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He always wants your opinion on the things the two of you do together, he wants to make sure that you’re happy with him and enjoying whatever he has planned. If you say no, he’ll put an end to things immediately and do something else.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

All of the fans are aware of the tattoo that Wonpil has on his ring finger, but what the fans aren’t aware of is the tattoo he has on his waist in tribute to you. His finger tattoo is there to remind him to live and to breathe in the chaos, and with that, his tattoo for you on his waist is to always remind him to love you and cherish the secure feeling of when your arms are wrapped around his waist and covering his tattoo.

S ⇴ SEX

He likes to try and be the dominant one, but when he gets shy, he naturally becomes a bit of a sub. He always feels bad whenever you dominate him, he feels like it’s his position to be the dominant one and do all of the work. His hands love to explore your body a lot during intimacy, the compliments he’s filled you with since the moment the two of you met will definitely reappear during these times too.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Wonpil will text you a lot with photos when he has a day without you. He likes to make you feel as if you’re there with him, and always wants for you to do the same so he can ask you about your day that night.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

He’d spent years clinging to his members and needing their attention, but now it was nice for him to have someone who he loved to do that with. He never wanted to be apart from you, he wanted to be by your side forever.

V ⇴ VACATION

If he had a few days without a schedule, Wonpil would definitely try and sort something out so the two of you could go away together. It didn’t matter where in the world the two of you went, just being able to enjoy a change of scenery and each other’s company was what was most important to the two of you.

W ⇴ WHINING

When he wasn’t able to hold you, he’d definitely groan. He’d sit, or stand, with his arms inviting you over until eventually you caved and gave him a hug.

X ⇴ XXXXX

His lips could often be found pressing against your skin if there was ever a moment when he would stop talking. You’d sit and listen to him for hours sometimes, eventually you’d have to silence him with a kiss just to remind him to breathe. He used kisses a lot as little reminders that he loved you when he was too exhausted to talk, or just when he wanted to get a little bit closer towards you, if that was even possible.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his biggest fan, the one that would always be by his side.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Sleeping beside Wonpil was tough, he loved to lay for hours and talk to you about random things, he’d often still be talking, unaware that you had already fallen asleep beside him, pressing a kiss to your cheek before sleeping himself.

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pairing: kim wonpil x reader genre: fluff word count: 646

Wonpil didn’t mean to stare, you just happened to be in his line of sight. At least that was what he repeatedly told himself so he could try and convince both Jae and himself that he did not have a crush on you.

“Dude, just talk to them.” Jae insisted, gently shaking Wonpil’s shoulders, “What do you have to lose?”

“No!” Wonpil whisper-yelled at his friend, eyes looking around wildly just in case anybody managed to overhear, “I’m not going to.”

With a final huff towards his friend, Wonpil’s gaze landed on you once again as you delicately sipped your cup of tea, eyes skimming through the book you were reading. Jae rolled his eyes at his friend’s helplessness, surely he would be hearing about you for days to come.

The first time Wonpil laid his eyes on you was a couple of weeks ago, sun shining brightly through the window pane of the cafe he frequented. Your skin seem seemed to glow golden at the sun’s gentle haze, taking a bite of the blueberry muffin that accompanied your morning coffee. He felt his breath get caught in his throat at the sight of you, never had he seen anything more enchanting; he just couldn’t help but stare. 

It was raining the second time he saw you, exactly a week after the first. Wonpil was shocked, to say the least. He just couldn’t believe his luck as he saw you warming yourself up as you cradled a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, gently blowing away the smoke. Though your hair was wet, sticking to your face as a result of the rain, he thought you were just as alluring. As his gaze repeatedly made its way over to you, he wondered if all he had in him was to admire you from afar. 

Wonpil crossed every finger on his hands that you would be at the cafe today. The universe must’ve been on his side as he saw you at your usual table, halfway through a book and looking as captivating as ever. The only difference this time around was that he was accompanied by his friend Jae, who was determined to see the person Wonpil just couldn’t shut up about. He cared for his friend’s happiness, he couldn’t just watch him pine for you, “You’re not always going to be so lucky. This might be the last time they come to this cafe and you never even got to know their name.” 

Meanwhile, you hadn’t been oblivious to the cute boy staring at you for the past fifteen minutes. Truthfully, you were almost itching to approach him, invite him to join you over at your table. You shook your head at the thought, that would be too forward, you were just going to have to wait for him. Lucky for you, his friend Jae was just as antsy as you as he said something you couldn’t quite hear. Wonpil made his way over to you, eyes suddenly unable to meet yours, clearly nervous. 

“You know, I was waiting for when you were going to approach me.” You smiled, gesturing to the unoccupied seat in front of you, “You’ve been staring at me for the past few minutes.”

“I’ve actually been staring at you for much longer than that.” He loudly blurted out as he took a seat, his eyes immediately growing wider at his admission. In the distance, you could hear the subtle contact of Jae’s palm meeting his face. He waited for you to push your chair back, scream in horror, maybe even throw your piping hot cup of tea at him. 

Instead, you laughed — loud and unrestrained, yet it still sounded like music to his ears. “I’m Yn.”

Okay, so maybe Wonpil did have a little crush on you. But he’d never tell you, at least, not for a while. 

groak (v.) — to stare longingly at someone who is eating in the hope that they will ask you to join them.

part of the lover’s dictionary

[miastideclock]

Highschool!AU Kim Wonpil Drabble

pilliepollie asked:

Hii! May I request a scenario where Wonpil confesses to Mia?? I'm not sure if you do aus but if you do can it be a highschool au? If you don't do those then without it is totally fine! Ty!

Of course love!! Au’s aren’t exactly my area of expertise, but I’ll do my very very best!! I tried making it a bit longer as I haven’t posted a lot the past few weeks- sorry about that.

Word count: 1781

The ringing of the bell startled you, causing you to slam your head into the top of your locker, as you had been diving in deep looking for your calculus book. You hissed and pulled your head out of the locker, your hand instinctively making its way up to your head to rub it. You assumed no one had seen it, but the sound of laughter next to you proved you wrong. You turned and were faced with two of your favorite morons doubled over in laughter.

“The only thing getting me through mondays is you making a fool of yourself. Four years at this school, and every single week- without fail, you do something stupid.” Brian managed to get out between laughs, Wonpil laughing along. 

“Ha-ha, real funny boys.” You snarked back, shutting your locker and preparing to walk away from them, but the grabbed a hold of you. 

“Where are you going? You have a free period?” Wonpil asked. 

Monday, fourth period. An hour you rarely spent without the two boys who were currently making fun of you. So when it looked like you were walking away from them, it was destined to raise a few questions. 

“I don’t wanna spend my precious time with two ding-dongs who are just making fun of me anyways.” You said in a over-dramatic tone, signalling to the two that you were just joking around. 

“Sure you don’t.” Brian puffed and looped his arm in yours, Wonpil doing the same on the opposite side, the two of them dragging you along with them- backwards, down the hall. The other students had seen worse from you at this point, so no one really paid you any mind.

You knew exactly where you were headed, so being half-dragged backwards wasn’t as bad as it probably seemed. You even knew when the stairs started, and you were ready. After descending down the two flights, you felt gravel under your feet for a short second before it soon became softer and much more comfortable. Not even a second later, the boys dropped you onto the grass below you, landing on your back.

You let out a grunt, but soon rolled over so you were supporting yourself on your elbows, looking at the boys as they sat down next to you- all of you in the shade of a large tree that was found in the yard of the school. Wonpil had dropped your book-bag down by your head, so you grasped at it and used it as a pillow. 

“You guys remember that girl, Kayla?” Brian asked as he pulled out a bottle of water from his bag and took a swig of it.

About two weeks ago the three of you had been to a party at your friends house, a guy called Jae- something. You didn’t really know him, but Wonpil and Brian had gotten to know him at some function. While there, Brian had ended up talking to a girl, Kayla. As they had really hit it off, you and Wonpil had left them to chat and gone outside. You don’t remember details from that night, but you do remember your belly aching from laughter. 

“Sure, you guys still talking?” You asked and reached out your hand, telling Brian you wanted his water. He tossed it your way and let you know he still was. He was about to let you in on the details of their first date last week, but his phone went off just as he was about to.

“Speak of the devil, I’ll be right back- Hi, baby.” He picked up his phone and placed it against his ear. He got up and left you and Wonpil alone. 

“That’s actually kind of cute.” Wonpil admitted and went from a sitting position to laying on his back on the grass next to you. He used your book bag to support his head as well, as the bag was pretty massive. 

“It is. I wonder when I’ll get to pick up the phone all giddy like that, I can’t remember the last time someone was actually interested in me.” You chuckled at the kind of upsetting truth. Little did you know, this gave Wonpil the perfect opening.

You see, the past year or so, Wonpil had found himself thinking more and more about you, even about how it would be to hold your hand; and kiss you. He had voiced his feelings to your mutual friend, Brian- and he had told Wonpil to just go for it. As he knew you both pretty well, he could tell that there was something more than just friendship there- and it was true.

You used to have a pretty big crush on Wonpil, but had eventually put your feelings on the shelf and tried to forget them, not wanting to ruin things between the two of you. You valued your friendship too much. But no matter how hard you had tried, your feelings for him still simmered in the pit of your stomach.

“Actually,” Wonpil started, building up to confessing his feelings. It was only a few more months before summer vacation, meaning if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, it wouldn’t be too long of avoiding each other out of pure awkwardness around school.

You tilted your head so you were now facing the boy, giving him your full, undivided attention. “I think you’re wrong. It’s not that long ago since someone was interested in you.” He spoke, his breath shaking ever so slightly. 

“Sir, do you know something I don’t?” You had a tendency of calling your boys ‘sir’ when you were messing around, which signalled to Wonpil that you had no idea he was trying to confess his undying feelings for you.

“Y/N, I have feelings for you.” Wonpil had sat up by now, looking at you with such eyes you understood he wasn’t messing around- not that he would about things like this, but still. 

You copied his actions and sat up, looking at him in disbelief. You blinked a few times, keeping quiet. You had no idea why you didn’t say anything, you really wanted to- but your body wouldn’t let you. 

Finally you managed to pry your lips apart, but that was about as far as you got before Brian returned. 

“That was Kayla, she wants to go out again on Wednesday!” He cheered as he plopped back to where he sat just minutes prior. You tore your eyes from Wonpil and turned them to Brian, faking enthusiasm for him. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for him- but you had other things on your mind.

“We’re going to the pop-up fair in town. You guys should totally come with us! We can hang for a bit, then me and Kayla can split off when we want some us-time.” Brian suggested. 

You were unsure what or who was making your bodily actions when you nodded yes to his idea- cause it sure as hell wasn’t you. You looked over to Wonpil who was nodding along reluctantly. 

“Well, I have got to go. I need to get some notes from this guy in my AP history class. See you guys later.” Wonpil jumped to his feet and walked off before any of you could even say goodbye. You wanted to call out for him and tell him to wait, but whoever controlled your body wouldn’t let you- they only allowed you to release a deep sigh, and slump together in your seat on the grass.

Time passed, and before you knew it, it was Wednesday and you found yourself biting your nails outside the entrance to the fair. 

it had been two days, and you hadn’t seen Wonpil since he walked away from you and Brian that Monday at school. It wasn’t irregular that the three of you went a few days without seeing each other or talking- the only difference between those times and now, was that you had actually tried to contact Wonpil. 

“Y/N! You remember Kayla?” You heard someone call out for you, making you spin around and face Brian and the girl you remembered from the party. You greeted her with a hug and asked her how she was doing, masking the fact that you were so anxious you could collapse right there. 

“Wonpil just texted me and said he would be a few minutes late, and that we should just head on in without him.” Brian said and grabbed Kayla’s hand, intertwining their fingers. You smiled slightly at their actions, and then sighed. 

“I can wait from him here, you two lovebirds just go in. Meet you at the photobooths in thirty minutes?” You suggested, the two quickly agreeing. They then proceeded to leave you alone, looking over the crowded parking lot. 

You had no idea what you were gonna do when you actually saw Wonpil. Run away? It was tempting, but no. Pretend it never happened? That would probably get awkward, and you weren’t sure you wanted to pretend it never happened. Kiss him? That seemed like a pretty wild thing to do- but maybe it was the way to go. You could also do the sane thing and just confess back, sort of. Tell him you liked him too. 

Suddenly your mind blanked as you saw him approach you through the crowd. Your palms grew sweaty, and a shiver shot down your spine. He was casual as he walked to you, his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, no particular feeling in his eyes- you could tell he had settled on pretending it never happened. But again, you didn’t want that. 

“Y/N-” Wonpil started to greet you as he finally stopped a feet or two away from you. However you took a step towards him and cut him off, grabbing his face and pressing your lips against his- catching him off guard. 

You quickly pulled away when you couldn’t feel him kissing you back, but you only got about an inch or so away from his face before you were pulled back in. Wonpil had secured his hands on head side of your face, his thumb gently stroking against your left cheek.

Time stopped. You were sure of it. 

On your life, you couldn’t tell if thirty seconds, thirty minutes, or even a year had gone by when you pulled away. All you did know, was that your hands were wrapped around Wonpil’s wrists, his hands still resting on the sides of your face- and you never wanted him to let go. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything the other day- it just caught me so off guard, and-” You started, but Wonpil just chuckled and shut you up by pulling you in for yet another kiss.

I hope you like it!! Feel free to request again!

-bentley

[seungmoroll]

Electric Love - Kim Seungmin

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This is the eighth story in the Electric Love series. If you haven’t already, check out the others here. 

You couldn’t believe it when Seungmin told you that he managed to get you guys tickets to see Day6. On the day of the ticket release, you and Seungmin had lucked out on tickets, but somehow, Chan had managed to get them. Unfortunately, but fortunately for you, him and his girlfriend can’t make it anymore, so he gave up the tickets to Seungmin.

You and Seungmin have planned this day out to the tee. You guys were going to meet up at your place in the morning, go out and eat brunch at some fancy place, and then head out towards the venue and wait in line until the venue opens. Then you and Seungmin will be singing your hearts out alongside Day6 and other MyDays.

Earlier in the week, you made Hyunjin come with you to the mall to pick out an outfit to wear for the concert. However, Hyunjin was no help at all. The only thing he did was annoy you by saying that you and Seungmin were going on a date. Hyunjin happened to be the only other person that knew about your little crush on Seungmin. He had practically forced it out of you. Hyunjin being the little dramatic that he was, he clung onto you until you were tired of him and eventually told him.

The morning of the concert, you had woken up earlier than usual. As you were getting ready, you played and danced around to Day6 songs. The makeup look that you had decided to do wasn’t over the top, you went for a soft glam look that would match the outfit that you picked. You had opted for a brown sweater with a collared button up underneath and a plaid skirt with white sneakers. You snapped the finished look to Hyunjin, and he responded with, “You look perfect for your date.” You send him back a picture of you rolling your eyes.

Heading into the kitchen, you go to make yourself a cup of coffee. Once you’ve gotten your cup of coffee, you sit by the kitchen island, waiting for Seungmin to arrive. You scroll through Instagram, checking out your friend’s stories. You see that Seungmin has posted something, and when you click on it, you see that he’s posted a selfie. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with a dark blazer and dark pants. Cute.

You hear the doorbell ring and then the front door opening, you that it’s Seungmin, so you stay seated. “In the kitchen.” You feel Seungmin’s presence come up behind you, “Whatcha looking at?” You show him the video that was playing on your screen.

“You ready to head out?” You get up and put your coffee mug into the sink. You see that your purse is already is in Seungmin’s hand, grabbing it from him, the two of you head out of your apartment.

The place the two of you had chosen to eat brunch at was a small little café that Seungmin had discovered. You guys had ordered quite a few things because you knew you were not going to be able to get dinner. Over the course of brunch, the pair of you discuss how excited you were for later on that night and you take a bunch of photos of each other that you later post on Instagram. Thanks to Seungmin, your Instagram feed was amazing.

After brunch, the two of you made your way to the concert venue. As you arrived at the venue, you had saw that there were already quite a few fans that were waiting. Once you were lined up, you had already started complaining, “Oh gosh, I’m so full. I shouldn’t have eaten the fruit.”

Chuckling, Seungmin responds, “Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten my French toast. Stop complaining, at least you won’t be hungry for a long time.”

You open up your purse and grab a little bag and present it to Seungmin, “Even if I did get hungry later, I have this.” In the little bag, was some snacks that you had prepared for you and Seungmin.

“Of course, you came prepared.” Checking his watch, Seungmin says, “We have five hours until they open doors.”

For the first hour, the two of you watch as the others at the venue do random kpop dances. From your place in line, the two of you dance along with them, well, more like Seungmin danced, you just sung along and did little movements. The next few hours, you guys play small games like I spy and rock paper scissors and make a bunch of small talk with those around you. Unsurprising to you, the wait in the line doesn’t seem long to you. Time with Seungmin always seems to go by fast. You loved being with him, being around him because he was safe space for you. That’s why you were afraid to tell him about your feelings. You didn’t want to ruin what you had in case he didn’t return your feelings, but you were fine with how things were, you didn’t need for him to like you back.

Eventually, your legs ended up tired from standing for hours, so you both sat down on the ground. Seungmin had offered you his blazer to sit on, but you had declined, not wanting to dirty it. Wanting to shut your eyes for a few seconds, you rested you head on Seungmin’s shoulder. The two of you were used to this position because when you were younger and had to ride the bus after school, you were always tired and Seungmin would offer his shoulder. While your eyes were shut, you heard a soft melody come from Seungmin, “What’re you singing?” you ask him, eyes still closed.

“A song I heard from Tiktok. It’s called ‘Electric Love’.”

“Keep singing it, it sounds good.”

Seungmin continues to sing the song to you. You swore Seungmin sung like the angels. His voice was so soothing, you almost fell asleep.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now. We don’t have long until they open doors.” Seungmin was right, there was only a little bit under two hours left until the doors open.

For the next hour, the two of you share the snacks that you brought along. Chan and Jeongin had even called to check up on you guys. Chan telling you guys to have fun and telling Seungmin not to freak out too much. Jeongin had only called to annoy the two of you, but you guys enjoyed the call, even if you did receive a few stares from those around you when Seungmin and Jeongin started arguing.

As time got closer for the doors open, more people had arrived. To avoid getting trampled, you and Seungmin had eventually gotten up. Once the doors had open, people started pushing a shoving. Not wanting to get lost and separate from one another, Seungmin had offered his arm for you to hold onto. You try to hide the blush on your face as the two of you entered the door, only separating during the security check. After passing security check, the two of you rushed to the merch table. You guys had wanted to get t-shirts so that you could commemorate the day. Of course, waiting in the merch line was tiresome as well, but luckily for you guys it didn’t take that long to buy your shirts. After buying your stuff, the two of you headed off to your seats.

The seats the Chan had managed to get were pretty close to the stage, so you had a pretty good view of everything. Upon arriving to your seats, Seungmin had asked to take a picture of you with you with the stage screen in the background. Shyly, you let him and then you offer to take his picture. You barely managed to not scream at how cute Seungmin had looked in all of his picture. You thought it was completely unfair that he was this cute.

While waiting for the concert to start, you two start talking about what songs you couldn’t wait to hear. “Okay, but once I hear ‘I Need Somebody’ I am going to sob,” you tell Seungmin.

Chuckling, he says, “I think you’re going to start sobbing once you see Jae.”

“Okay true, but don’t act like you won’t be sobbing either once you see Wonpil.”

“I never said that I wouldn’t.”

Once the concert had started, you and Seungmin and the other MyDays started screaming. You had yelled out to Seungmin that you couldn’t believe that you were actually seeing them. When you had turned to him, the look on his face had told you that he was too happy to even listen to you. The first song they started off with was ‘Congratulations’. You knew that this song was extra special to Seungmin because him and Jisung and made of cover of this song and posted it on Youtube. Secretly, you listened to the cover every night because their voices were too heavenly. As the night continued on, you guys and the many other people there, sang along with Day6. When they played ‘I Need Somebody’ Seungmin had turned to you to make sure that you weren’t actually sobbing. Even when his favorite band was right in front of him, he still had time to worry about you.

Nearing the end of the concert, ‘I Like You’ started playing. This was actually your favorite song by them, even though you couldn’t do as the lyrics said. However, as you listen to Youngk’s soothing voice, you realize that you couldn’t hide your feelings for Seungmin forever. So, on the spot, you decide that you were going to tell Seungmin after the concert. However, your body moved faster than your brain did, so when you had grabbed Seungmin and turned him to face you, you actually had no idea what you were doing. Seungmin had the biggest smile on his face, and you wanted to be the reason for his smile. Gaining the courage that you needed, you grab Seungmin by his blazer and pull his body close to yours, closing the gap between your lips.

The kiss didn’t last for long because the second Seungmin had started moving his lips against yours, you had pulled away panickily. You couldn’t believe that you done that. ‘I actually kissed him.’  If you were to describe the kiss, you’d describe it as electric. A million thoughts were running through your head now, and you couldn’t even focus on Day6 anymore. In the middle of your internal panic, you feel a tug on your arm. Seungmin had pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your waist. No words were exchanged between the two of you as you stared at him and he stared at Day6, but for you, words weren’t needed, you understood. You snuggle closer to him as you listen to the beautiful melody that floats around the venue, and if Seungmin asks, you definitely did not squeal when he planted a kiss on your temple.

“You know,” Seungmin starts as the two of you stand in front of your front door, “that song I was singing earlier today, ‘Electric Love’ that’s how I feel about you.”

A/N: Totally recommend that you guys listen to the Day6 songs mentioned in this. Feel free to let me know what you guys thought of this. There’s also only one more story left to this series😢 if you have any requests, I’ll be happy to do them!

[crybabysunflower]

The kpop idol who reminds me of a Mystic Messenger character

Introduction

Before I start with this blog, let me give a short disclaimer:- this blog is based on the fans' perspective on a famous person.

The Mystic Messenger character I would be mentioning here is Kim Yoosung

Kim Yoosung is one of the protagonists of the widely known Korean otome game, Mystic Messenger and is available in the Casual Story along with Zen and Kang Jaehee. A twenty year old sophomore college student who is addicted to a game called LOLOL due to which he neglects his studies. Yoosung is also the cousin of Rika and has a hard time coping up with her "demise".

The kpop idol I would be mentioning here is Kim Wonpil

Kim Wonpil is the vocalist, keyboardist, synthesizer and songwriter of the South Korean rock band named Day6 which debuted in the year 2015 under JYP entertainment. He was born on 28 April 1994 in Incheon.

Similarities between them

In this section I would discuss why Yoosung reminded me of Wonpil when I was playing Mystic Messenger

Openly affectionate and caring

Wonpil is described as an extremely kind bandmate who cares a lot for the rest of the members, in one of the interviews Wonpil has talked about his desire to take care of his bandmates, Wonpil also has a habit of complimenting his bandmates which he had done on several occasions such as complimenting Sungjin's voice and his leadership.

In Mystic Messenger Yoosung is one of the most kind hearted out of all the other characters, in one of the DLCs he goes out of his way to help a lost puppy get back to it's owner, in that DLC, he had prepared bento boxes for MC and himself to show his affection towards her. He also showed his concern towards Jaehee's eating habits and Zen's nonchalant attitude towards his leg injury. After finding out about V's blindness, he tried to persuade him and later Jumin (to persuade V on his behalf) to get his eyes treated, despite having hated V for most of the part.

Both of them are also well known to be extremely supportive of their group members. In other routes we often find Yoosung being extremely supportive of the other members' relationship with MC which reminds me of how when Jaehyung releases his songs on Youtube, Wonpil often plays those songs in the background during his VLIVEs and talks about how much he loves those songs.

Emotionally sensitive

Among all the Day6 members, Wonpil happens to be the most emotionally sensitive one, due to which he often ends up crying easily. He ends up crying when the song they are performing happens to be an emotional one or when he sees other members tearing up also, he had once teared up when he saw a fan crying during a fan sign. It was also revealed that he often felt sad about Youngk (Day6's bassist) overworking himself.

Yoosung is well known to be the most emotional character of the game, and just like Wonpil he is quite prone to crying. His actions are mostly driven by his emotions. The main reason why V had kept information about Rika hidden from him because he is well aware of Yoosung's soft hearted nature and didn't want to see him break down after knowing the truth (since Yoosung had already went through a lot after Rika's "death").

Childlike and slightly naive

At times Wonpil can be quite naive which makes him look somewhat childlike, this is one of the reasons why the rest of his bandmates sometimes tease him. In an interview Sungjin had once narrated about an incident when they were on a plane. It was the first time Wonpil had been on a plane, the members had tricked him into believing that the plane's window can open and he could touch the the clouds and Wonpil had fallen into the trap. Wonpil is also known for forgetting the lyrics during performances which has become a running joke among the fans. They also often tease Wonpil for wearing his iconic bright pink sweater. Because of all this fans often call him "Wonpilie pabo" (pabo means stupid in Korean).

Being the youngest character in the game, Yoosung is quite naive and childlike. The above mentioned incident reminds me of that time when Seven had tricked Yoosung into believing that he is going to pass out after drinking coffee and then had encouraged him to drink a lot of chocolate milk. Just like Wonpil, Yoosung too had fallen into Seven's prank and is often teased around by Seven. The other RFA members also tease him for his addiction to LOLOL.

Are secretly intelligent

Despite initially appearing to be "naive and stupid" both Wonpil and Yoosung are actually quite intelligent in their own way, Wonpil has contributed to majority of the songs written along with the main songwriter Youngk. Besides playing the keyboard and the synthesizer, he can also play the guitar and the drums really well. And one needs to be quite intelligent and talented enough to play multiple instruments and write good songs.

Despite initially failing in his studies (due to grieving)Yoosung is actually quite good in academics and is said to have ranked very high during his school years. In his route, when MC shows him support and helps him to gain confidence Yoosung starts to do well in his studies like he used to. In the Good ending, it was partly due to his efforts and his quick decision to hold onto to Saeran that the party was a success, since he had managed to catch hold of Saeran it was possible for Seven to take control of the situation, lest Saeran wouldn't have allowed him to do so.

A ray of Sunshine

One of the most prominent aspect of both Wonpil and Yoosung is their warm, cheerful and friendly nature. They also share a common desire to make others happy and hate making others worry about them which makes them look like a ball of sunshine. Back in May, when Day6 had announced that they would go on a period of hiatus for the benefit of their own mental health, they had also released letters for the fans. Among all the letters, Wonpil's one stood out the most to me because how cheerful he sounded in that letter, despite the crisis that time since he didn't want the fans to worry about him.

Yoosung's personality is highly influenced by that of Rika's who too was a cheerful and a friendly person. Initially he appears very cheerful and happy to others because of which many players end up being too nice to him and eventually get into his route despite the fact that they were probably trying to get into another character's route. He later gradually opens up about his struggles and how hard it had been for him since Rika's death. He even acts cheerful towards MC when he was badly injured by Saeran because he didn't want her to worry about him.

Other characteristics

Other characteristics which I find similar between them is their voice, both of them possess a distinctively soft, high pitched voice and to me sometimes, their voices sound quite identical to each other. Another similarity between them is that both of them are the shortest in their respective places, Wonpil is the shortest members in Day6. Yoosung on the other hand is the shortest male character in the game (because the female characters are shorter than him). Yoosung's desparate attempts to act "manly" takes me back to the very early years of Day6 when Wonpil was trying to act like a serious, manly guy which continued until 2017 when he had probably decided to let go of it. Both Wonpil and Yoosung are naturally optimistic. Wonpil is well known among the fans for his optimism. Due to his depression, Yoosung had become really hopeless but as you progress in his route towards his good ending, he slowly starts to turn into his old, optimistic self which he used to be when Rika was "alive". Finally, for some odd reason, all the Day6 songs which reminds me of Yoosung, happens to be co written by Wonpil himself. Zombie, Letting Go, I Smile, I'll Try are such songs.

Miscellaneous

Because I got big Wonpil vibes from Yoosung while playing the game I had decided to draw him in Wonpil's iconic ugly pink sweater

Conclusion

I initially used to think that Yoosung is more like their drummer Yoon Dowoon because both of them are gamers, love animals, are often compared to puppies (Dowoon's denimalz mascot is a puppy while Wonpil's mascot is a bunny) and finally both Dowoon and Yoosung are the youngest members of their respective groups (Wonpil being the second youngest).

but after playing the game, I realized that he is more like Wonpil, its because Yoosung is very expressive and bubbly like Wonpil (while being occasionally shy at times) while Dowoon is more reserved and rarely cries (unlike Yoosung and Wonpil). I also found out that Wonpil likes gaming as well. Besides, before Denimalz had existed I can recall several occasions where Wonpil too was compared to puppies.

This blog was supposed to come early but I was actually quite nervous about it. I hope it turned out well.

[letsnotdoanything]

‘’mr. coolest guy’’

hey, hey!

I’m back with a scenario requested by @deardayjm​. I hope you don’t mind that I did it as headcanons, and that you will enjoy reading it!

The request:

hi! can i request for a scenario with jae where he likes his best friend (reader) and the reader likes him too but he didn’t know then suddenly somebody told him that brian likes the reader too so he becomes so overprotective and jealous he ends up confessing to the reader? hehe

Pairing: Jae x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, highschool!au, friends to lovers!au

Words: 1,486

Warnings: a few light curse words

• "That's cheating!" you cried, falling back on the couch and throwing your controller to the side

• you couldn't believe the numbers that were now displayed on the screen in front of you - how the hell had Jae managed to beat you with so many points?

• the boy leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. "I won, and you lost. That means I'm better than you, accept it."

• refusing to look at him, you murmured a few curse words under your breath, which he - telling by the lasting victorious smile on his face - didn't hear

• "one more round?" Jae asked. "loser buys take-out."

• this time, you turned to him and furrowed your eyebrows in thought. the possibility that you would finally win was really low, and if so, only by some coincidence.

• "deal."

•

• you stretched out your limbs that went sore from being in the sitting position for too long. "I think I'm gonna head home."

• "mmmh," Jae hummed while yawning. "text me when you're there."

• "sure, mom."

• you stood up lazily and started gathering your belongings. after one last check, disappeared behind the front door

• you couldn't stop the shiver of excitement that ran down your spine. Jae was like a charger for you, his presence filling you with positive energy (not that you couldn't get tired or sleepy, we all have our limits)

• on the other side, Jae's chest felt heavy at the sound of you closing the door. he missed you. your smile, your voice, your scent, even though you left just a minute ago. it felt almost impossible to wait until the next morning when he would see you again in school

• it wasn't normal for friends to feel that way, he knew it. he realized a while ago, that what he felt wasn't what friends should feel towards each other

• and although he wasn't the shy type, there was something that made him sweat whenever he thought about confronting you about it

• feelings are messed up, man

•

• Jae got lost in his thoughts

• he was sitting with his usual group of friends on his usual seat, surrounded by the usual turmoil 

• but one thing wasn't going as usual - you weren't there yet, and you would barely ever come late for the lunch break

• "so," Minji's voice ripping through the racket brought him back on earth. "have you heard the rumor?

• "what rumor?" Wonpil, who was sitting next to her, asked.

• "really?" Minji said. "the whole school is talking about that."

• Jae looked around the table to see if any of his friends looked nearly as excited as her; to no surprise, as Minji had a habit of exaggerating, it seemed that it wasn't only him who had never heard about the gossip that supposedly everyone knew

• "enlighten us." Wonpil inquired

• she adjusted herself on the seat as if she was getting ready for a big outburst. "well, Kang Younghyun has a crush on y/n!"

• and as she had foreseen, most people at their table went wide-eyed or pressed a hand to their mouths with a gasp

• Jae, too, was taken aback, even though he had no idea who Kang Younghyun was. his jaw dropped alongside his heart, and he remained quiet due to the growing lump in his throat

• "what? that Kang Younghyun?" Hyeri asked, leaning on the table

• "who's that Kang Younghyun?" Dowoon blurted out, looking rather shocked by the reaction than by the rumor itself. Jae thanked him in his head

• "oh, come on!" Minji begged. "have you been in this school since yesterday? he's like the coolest guy in our school!"

• "and he's in a band!" Hyeri added.

• "yeah, and he's a year older..." the first girl finished, resting her chin on her fist and looking at the ceiling with dreamy eyes

• Dowoon also looked up, probably searching for the insect or a stain he thought she was looking at

• at that point Jae was pretty sure that Minji and Hyerin shared a single brain cell

• if he knew that being older was so attractive, he would have got born earlier

• from that moment, he stopped listening to the excited rambling and just stared mindlessly at his hands, deep in thoughts about the news they just heard

• unsurprisingly, they were all about you again

• that was until his friends suddenly went silent and a silhouette appeared next to him

• "sorry, guys, mr. Kim asked me to take some papers to the teachers' room." you apologized, slightly out of breath from running to the cafeteria in order to make it before the break ended. "what were you talking about?"

• "nothing!" Minji was first to answer, not keen to clue you in to the rumor. "you know, just school shit."

•

• "Youngㅡ youㅡ what?"

• you were at Jae's place again, your backpacks thrown to the corner of the bedroom as you sat on his bed. you just told him about the unexpected thing that happened that day - Younghyun had invited you to his band's performance later that week

• "well, I don't really know why, you know we never really talked or anything..." you played with the hem of one of your socks, not noticing the way his eyes nearly jumped out of the orbits

• "and what did you say?" the boy asked. he felt a bit relieved, knowing that you hadn't heard the gossip yet. it seemed like his friends didn't want to unveil it to you, but it might have as well slipped off Minji's or Hyerin's tongue

• "I told him I'd come," you shrugged. "I don't have anything to do on thursday anyway."

• Jae's mouth opened before he could even think about it. "you can't go there!"

• "what? why?"

• "you..." you can't go there for him, he thought. "we have a test on friday!"

• "since when do you care so much about tests, huh?" you tried to joke, although his abrupt answer caught you off guard. "I can study on wednesday."

• "no!" Jae repeated. it was getting harder to keep his tone calm. "don't go there."

• you felt your blood starting to boil. "jeez, Jae, what is your problem?"

• "I don't have a problem."

• "yeah, clearly, you don't," you said sarcastically. "then why do you want me not to go see Younghyun so much?"

• "because I liked you first, okay?!" Jae snapped, throwing his arms in the air. "I liked you before he even knew your name! but then mr. coolest guy in our schoolㅡ" he made a quotation mark in the air with his fingersㅡ "came and hit on you because who would say no to him?"

• stony silence fell in the room as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. you were trying to digest the information you had just been given, while Jae waited patiently for your response. when one didn't come, he continued:

• "so you don't know," his lips moved into a bitter smile. "everyone is on about how that Kang Younghyun has a crush on you."

• at that moment, you couldn't care less - you weren't even sure if you heard the last sentence correctly. in your mind, there was only one phrase bouncing around and trying to sink in. "you... you like me?"

• "what?" Jae was a bit confounded, probably just realizing that he actually did say those words. he scratched the back of his neck. "oh... well, yeah, I guess I have for quite some time nowㅡ"

• "for quite some time? oh my god, Jae, you're such a goober, you know that?"

• you walked closer to the boy, the proceeding scowl now replaced by a wide grin. standing on your fingertips to be able to reach high enough, you placed a short and sweet peck on Jae's cheek. "I like you too, dumbass."

• "so you don't like Younghyun?" he seemed dumbfounded, as if he couldn't figure out whether that whole situation was real or not. "even though he's in a band? and he's older than us?"

• "I don't even know him, why would all that matter?" you laughed.

• "Minji saidㅡ"

• your eyebrows raised in amusement. "you believed her?"

• Jae's ears went red, even more than before. You were right - Minji, of all people, wasn't the best love-advisor, and he felt foolish for trusting so doubtlessly in what she had said

• and although Jae made a mental note to give more thought to her words next time, he quickly set that conclusion aside

• what mattered was that he could finally call you his, and he was all yours

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

All You Need is Confidence

Paring: Teacher!Jae x Student!Reader x Teacher!Wonpil

A/N: IDK why but I’m on a student-teacher kick, probably because I’ve been watching PLL again so...ENJOY! BTW, if you like this I’m probably going to make it a series because why not! If this does make you uncomfy, I suggest you don’t read it. 

Warnings: Student-teacher relationships, poly relationship, slight age gap, minor language, and suggestive themes. 

(Unedited, and also there will be a second part!)

High school was not fun, you know how people say it’s one of the best times in your life, well you have reason to disagree. Senior year was the most stressful to you, purely because of the inevitable change from childhood to adulthood when you go to college. That pressure to instantly grow up scared the ever-living shit out of you without fail. 

However, school wasn’t always that bad, your senior year was bad, yes. But, three people in your life made sure on their lives that you’d have the best year ever. Number 1, your best friend Kang Younghyun. Both you and him were senior this year, Younghyun always had a higher work ethic than you. Motivated to do anything and everything, honestly, his main goal was to travel the world by himself. By far, he was the most daring, independent person you’d ever met, he had confidence practically radiating off of him. So, you can imagine that there was never a dull moment with him. 

Number 2 and 3 go hand in hand. Mr. Park Jaehyung and Mr. Kim Wonpil, they made sure the hallways were a safe place and more importantly that class was never plain. Mr. Park and Mr. Kim are best friends from what you know ever, they even went to this high school just like you and Younghyun. Even though they were best buds, they were complete opposites. 

Mr. Park’s english class was eventful. Mr. Park hated homework so he rarely gave it, said he “doesn’t believe in it.” Most of the time he’d spend class talking to kids about video games, giving so advice to novices to the games he liked. Of course he actually taught...once a month maybe! Mr. Park was just one of those cool teachers who didn’t teach, but yet someone taught you everything you need to know about the world. Weird how that happens. Commonly, people knew him as a young teacher-same with Mr. Kim-even romanticizing the man. Most of your girlfriends swooned over either one of the teachers: But, hey you had to admit it, you definitely had a crush on Mr. Park. 

Mr. Kim, on the other hand, taught a tedious government class. Mr. Kim seemed to always be second whenever compared to Mr. Park, it kinda made you feel guilty having liking the one out of the two. They both were equally good people, but since Mr. Park is barely a teacher people just like him more. You see, Mr. Kim taught, there was nothing he loved more than giving 30 slides worth of a powerpoint, making you take pain-staking notes every-other day. Mr. Kim was popular more on his visuals and how shy he was. Mr. Kim could get flustered about anything and everything, once a kid in your class asked to go to the bathroom because he needed to take a shit, and Mr. Kim blushed rocking back and forth on his chair all because how the kid worded his sentence. Mr. Kim was adorable in a I-can-make-fun-of-him way, maybe it was teenage hormones but you had a crush on him too. Ah, but the crushes you had would never go anywhere...right? 

Anyway, the theme between them two was that you always went to them when you were upset. Both teacher took a liking to you because of your playful nature and natural sense of what they taught. Your intelligence seemed to impress most people, but you had to admit when you had your downfalls, especially when learning what the difference of absolute monarchy and constitutional monarchy. Civics wasn’t your strong suit. In english class, Mr. Park would make you stand out from the class making fun of every detail about you, Mr. Kim had empathy for you. Tutoring you in a heartbeat whenever you had trouble in his class, which seemed frequent. No matter how much Mr. Kim would hate to admit it, but he didn’t mind your merciless teasing, so of course you were his favorite student. Still, they both helped you through thick and thin. Like today.

Today, today was not your day. Earlier this morning Younghyun told you he was going home early sick, so you needed to get another ride home. Or you’d have to take the bus home, which was a no-go for you since taking the public bus freaked you out. You don’t know, the fact anyone could sit next to you made you paranoid. What if it was a serial killer, who planned on following you home and killing you? See, paranoid. 

Then this girl in your class ruined your whole project, a fucking group project, those you despise. Why was it fair to be partnered up with people who, simply, didn’t care about their grade just like you did. This girl proved this fact almost definitely, for your chemistry class, you were supposed to build a representation on how electrical currents go through objects. You being you, took on the roll easily, priding yourself with most of the difficult things. The one thing she needed to do, that ignorant bimbo, was to bring a potato and toaster. So, the chemistry project was left with an F. 

When you got frustrated you cried, unfortunately this flaw was seen by everyone in your chemistry class. Leaving you the laughing stock of the school for at least the next few weeks. The stares from people-even the mocking laughing, made your spiral. And why, all because of a stupid girl who couldn’t do her part in a simple project. Embarrassing yourself further, you decided to run out of class to the nearest person who could help calm you down. 

Panic filled you as you ran through the, just nearly, populated hallways. As you sobbed down, people looked at you like you were some crazy person on the brink of a full-blown breakdown. In these situation where you had minor panic attacks, you would run to yours and Younghyun’s meeting place. The janitors closet that no-one dared to go into, no one but you and Younghyun. Since, he left earlier because he’s sick, there was only one other place where you could go besides the unhelpful guidance counselors that would give you shitty life advice and send you back to class. No, Mr. Park could help you, he always managed to make you feel better. 

People were insatiable, desperately trying to shatter you into a million pieces as you made your way to Mr. Park’s english room. Thankfully, and ironically, for you the bell had rung in the knick of time. Mr. Kim noticed a heap of students outside his classroom, crowded together whispering insults at god knows what. When he heard your name strun into the mix, he realized you were standing in the middle of this crowd, holding yourself trying to hide your tears. 

“Alright, alright,” Mr. Kim exclaimed, grabbing the attention of the students, who seemed more flabbergasted than anything. Mr. Kim never yelled. “Clear out, now!” 

The man had never looked more serious, a demanding tone riddled in his voice, his eyes like a black-hole to those who opposed him, and his hands put on his hips. So, this is what he’s like when he’s angry. His anger helped you, students cleared out into other room, lingering students were shoved away into the bathrooms fearing of a write up. Still, you stayed on the ground hiding your tears, Mr. Kim coming up in front of you, the tap of his shoes alerted you. 

“Y/N,” he started, voice getting closer as he kneeled down. Sure, he’s seen you upset thousands of times, but out of those times you haven’t cried once. There was no time due to your whining and yelling about whatever set you off that day. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” 

Mr. Kim was concerned, per usual he had empathy for you, upset himself because you were crying. He could never tell why, but he hated when you were angry or sad, he just couldn’t stand it. 

“N-No...,” you whipped a tear, looking up at his face. Being met with pure handsomeness, but there was no time to be entranced by his record-breaking looks. “Can-Can you take me to Mr. Parks...please, I need to talk to him-to both of you. Is that okay?”

Mr. Kim was taken aback, luckily for him and Mr. Park had no class, lunch break comes with perks. “Of course it’s okay, let’s go, everything will be okay.” Mr. Kim put a hand on your back, tapping you lightly to encourage you to get up. Complying, both of you made it to Mr. Park’s, just catching him in the middle of taking a bit of his tuna sandwich. 

“Oh hello...oh no,” his sandwich dropped onto the desk upon seeing you blotchy face. Uncomfortable sight to see. “Y/N, Wonpil what’s going on?”

Mr. Kim lead you to a nearby desk, out of all the empty ones he put you directly in front of the teachers desk. 

“I’m not sure,” Mr. Kim started, backing away from you as you convulsed with a sobbing fit. “I found her like this in the hallway.” 

Mr. Park clicked his tongue, looking around his desk for some unused tissue and a free water bottle. Oddly enough he had both of those things tucked away in his desk. Strutting over to you, he gently held the tissue up to your face, dapping off some stray tears, in the process placing the water bottle next to you. 

“Just calm down okay,” Mr. Park muttered, focused on cleaning you up. 

Mr. Kim came up behind him, reaching for the water bottle and opening it up for you. Carefully, Mr. Park withdrew his hand, letting Mr. Kim give you some water. Even then, you didn’t calm down, concerning both of the men when you started hyperventilating. Today was just one of those days. The whole ordeal rang through your head, no one could ever look at you the same ever again. Look at you now crying in front of two men, who you adore, sullying everything they knew about you. The thought that your life was over made your panic attack protrude, increasing your talent of overthinking.   

“What’s going on Jae,” Wonpil kept his eyes on you with pure worry in his eyes. Wonpil has never experienced a panic attack before, let alone even seen one in person. 

“She’s having a panic attack um...I’ve got this.” 

Mr. Park stepped up to you again, making sure you could only focus on him. He placed his hand on your lower thing, squeezing lightly, placing his forehead against yours. Both him and you made a deep eye contact, calmingly he said “Y/N, calm down, everything’s going to be okay.” When you didn’t respond to him, instead you ignored him, he began tapping in a pattern on your thighs. 

“Y/N,” he tried again, keeping up with the pattern. “Focus on my fingers, okay? Focus on how I’m tapping you, okay?” 

Listening to him, you began to calm down, feeling his tapping. One time on the right, next on the left, then on the right, then on the left...

“That’s it,” he began, not giving up on the tapping, pulling you back to reality. 

“I’m okay...okay...I’m okay,” you spoke up, swallowing back the horrible panic you just felt. 

Mr. Park pulled back, proud of himself that his efforts to calm you down worked, Jae was experienced with panic attacks. Although it killed him to see you like that, he’s just glad you came here for him to help you. 

With the tissue, you rubbed your face and nose of any liquid that came out of you. Both men looked at you in waiting for your next move, they didn’t know what could throw you off. 

But, someone had to speak up at some point. “Do you want to talk about it Y/N?” Mr. Park’s question made you shake, Mr. Kim noticed this nodding him off. 

“Let’s not talk about that,” Mr. Kim spoke, putting a loving smile on his face to hopefully not start up another panic attack. “Um...Why don’t we do something? Yea, like...” Wonpil was at a loss, looking over to his best friend for something that could distract you in this moment. 

“Y-Yea,” Mr. Park perked up, jumping to his desk to find anything to help you regulate yourself. The only thing he had that was remotely fun and not school work, was a Christmas word search he’d given the freshman class he taught yesterday. “This, we can do this word search!”

“Yes, a word search!” Both teachers yelled excitedly, Mr. Park placed the word search on his desk, Mr. Kim beckoning you to come over to them to do the word puzzle. 

You knew what they were trying to do, but really you were in exactly no position to deny the men who just helped you through that. After all, they were making you feel better. Like a snail, you slid off the desk, trudging your way over to both of the enthusiastic men sitting in Mr. Park’s spinny chair that they pulled out just for you. Mr. Kim placed a pencil in your hand, sliding the paper more towards you, meanwhile Mr. Park pulled up two chairs for him and Mr. Kim to sit in next to you. Sitting down next to you, the both watched you complete the puzzle, randomly helping you throughout. 

Mr. Park and Mr. Kim had a secret, an unspoken secret between the two of them. Even if it was left untouched and talked about, both men new that both of them had a crush on you. They were disappointed, even discussed in themselves that they liked you, but you didn’t make it any easier either. They felt the need to protect you, constantly, the need to make you happy when no one else could are their duties. For Jae, he started to like you when you promptly scolded him for being a horrible teacher, but an amazing guy. From that day forward, you and Jae formed a bond where you made fun of eachother with hidden love. For Wonpil, it’s when you defended him when people were making fun of the way he got flustered. He just knew you were the one, no ones ever defended him that way. The more you came to talk to them, the more their feeling began to grow for you. Ditto, same thing happening to you. 

All of it happened so fast, Mr. Park was lost in thought about you. Delicately, he watched you as you tried to figure out the puzzle. Even though your face was red, eyes swollen, and nose runny Jae still admired your looks. The way your face was scrunch up in determination to defeat the puzzle, the way you bit your lip, or the way your soft looking hair fell on your face-

Reaching out his bigger hand, he wisped a stray piece a hair from out of your face, getting a better look at your beauty. But then you turned to him, with your wide E/C eyes and a cute pout on your face, he just couldn’t help himself. His hand moved from your, now proven, soft hair. Stroking his way to cup your cheek, his callassed thumb ran across your bottom lip. The plumpness fueling him more, before you both knew it his lips were on yours. His lips encased yours, the sudden feeling making you whimper under him, the only word to describe how it felt was euphoric. First you were shocked, not expecting your teacher to touch you, let alone kiss you. Then, a feeling bubbled in you, your stupid crush and all the fantasies you’ve had about him made you melt into him. Closing your eyes, beginning to kiss him back, your hand met grasped his shirt, pulling him further into you. Kissing Mr. Park was something else. 

[peachyunjinnie]

❝there’s always a first time❞ hjs ― m.

― summary:

your brother seungmin is very protective over you, but one day your best friend gave you a stick and poke tattoo and you get an infection. fortunately seungmin’s friend jisung as a hobby tattoo fanatic helps you take care of it and when seungmin wasn’t there you two decide to run away.

badboy!jisung/goodgirl!reader | fluff, smut | 5.3k ↬ content warnings: swear words, the mention of alcohol and drugs. drunk/high sex, with a little size and corruption kink.

a/n: i had this idea a couple of days ago and i tried my best to get this idea into a fic, i hope you enjoy it !!

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The relationship between me and my cousin Seungmin is better than with anyone else, you could say that we could consider ourselves as siblings and even best friends. We had the same taste in humor and even better lived in the same house after my mother died right after she gave birth to me. My father ended up bringing me to my aunt and uncle at the age of 2. 

Seungmin is 1 year older and has ‘BBPI’ as he calls it which means Big Brother Protection Instinct. I know, complete nonsense and as a 16-year old I don’t get why I have to be protected. Well, as Seungmin said I am still ‘his small sister’. Pathetic. As said before Seungmin is 1 year older to be exact 11 months and 28 days and has friends, for whatever reason, he has a whole group. Well, he warned me about one of them, the walking trouble: Han Jisung. He basically is the opposite of me, a 180 if you want to say it.

He stole the car of his stepfather numerous of times and I remember seeing him drunk and completely stoned in school, that I will never forget. Last year he was stumbling through the hallways of our school. His hair messy and his smile never leaving his lips. He had the hardest time trying to keep his eyes open, or even just keeping his legs moving. And the best part, he puked on his teacher's chest. It was the highlight of the whole day, no the whole semester. His stepfather thank god is very wealthy and managed to keep him in school, somehow.

I heard a lot of rumors about this Jisung and I really do not want to believe that he was in the Russian mafia boss nor do I want to believe that he killed his father and is living with his mother who helped him. It was really funny though to hear how unique and ridiculous the fantasies and the gossip was at our school, I mean a Russian mafia boss, seriously?

I hung out with my own friends, but sometimes I would get to talk and just meet my brother’s friends. In conclusion, we even had the same taste in friends. They were really nice. I really have the best friendship with Felix and Changbin. Felix firstly has an excellent taste in music and humor, secondly, he is by far one of the most concentrated gamer I’ve ever met. Changbin is just Changbin. He is kind of annoying and clingy with his friends. Which you would’ve never expected from this buff hulk. And to be completely honest with you, Changbin and Lix...are kind of cute together.

Well, with Seungmin being as protective as he is, he has told me clearly that dating is already a picky topic but dating one of his group members. I think he would be as angry as he was when I asked him what a ‘Day6′ was. He really ignored me for 3 weeks straight, with a text message saying ‘if you know who wonpil is then you are allowed to talk to me’. (stan day6, cowards.)

“Stop moving so much, I’ve done it before and you’re overreacting.” She whisper-screamed. She was nearly done with her K on my thigh, It was way bigger than I thought it would be, but it looked good.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m just getting poked by a hot needle on my thigh over and over again.” My sarcasm was louder than the thoughts in my head that were shouting lines of ‘you’re so in trouble’ or ‘you will never be able to get this off your skin’. 

“So.. Here we go. Done.” She said as she was looking at her masterpiece of a K on my thigh of the size of a thumb. But it looked even and nice. She has done a (The first letter of y/n) on her thigh. I cannot believe how red it was though, and swollen. Extremely swollen

“Kim, when will it be ‘okay’?” I asked her with a slight nervous undertone. I really am the biggest chicken on earth. She opened her bag and got saran wrap. She took some out and wrapped it over her creation with such a soft touch. I still cringed and squinched.

“Maybe a week or two. It doesn’t take too long.” She smiled at our bond. I smiled with her. We ended up in a big hug and stayed like this for some time before she packed her stuff and headed out.

I admired her work on my thigh and stood up, with an overwhelming pain spreading across my thigh. I couldn’t stand up on my own feet, my thigh stung extremely and harshly. 

Panic rising through me, what the heck should I do now? Should I call my mom and tell her about it? Should I tell Seungmin and ask him for help? Should I just emigrate to Brazil and start my new life as a Silvia Theresa Rodriguez? 

I crawled to my bed and tried my best to let the 2 years drama club pay off. I called my mom and asked for a painkiller. She came up to my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Honey, is everything okay?” Her concerned eyes scanned my body and noticed my messy hair and my pale face. I coughed.

“Mom, I-I’m sick.” She sat there and looked at me and gave me the painkiller with a glass of water. 

I snatched it out of her hand and gulped the pill down as if it were the only banana in the jungle. Her concern grew faster and she shook her head.

“I’m going to call your teacher. You’re not going to school.” She said as she got off my bed and walked off with her phone in her hand, dialing the number.

After the longest 8 hours, Seungmin came home, and thank god came into my room. With a bag of McDonald's and a big smile, he went to my bed and sat down. 

“Why didn’t you come to school?” He gave me the bag and with a breathtaking smell of fat and fast food filling my nose and getting the best of me. 

“Oh, I am sick my head hurt a little, and mom overreacted.” I said with a huge load of fries in my mouth.

With a small pat on my thigh, he hit the right spot of the K and a shriek came out, my whole body tensing up and Seungmin looking at my covered thigh. He took the blanket off. My shorts relieving the now swollen and slightly scabbing spot. 

A moment of silence filled the room and Seungmins face has gotten from a healthy color to a concerning red and then to a frightening purple.

“Surprise...” I smiled awkwardly.

“Y/N, you got a fucking tattoo...” His voice was a low growl, but still, you could clearly hear the pure panic in his voice.

“Uhm, haha yea. So I made it myself, you like it?” My shaking voice showing the state of mine. My thigh looked pretty bad and as painful as it would’ve been, without the painkillers.

“Did you disinfect it?” My whole head went blank. Of course, it was so swollen and scabbing, Kim didn’t disinfect it. My face went paler than pale and I rethought the consequences of an infection.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a no. Get your shoes and we will get to my friend he will help you.” He really was very serious about the infection so I stood up with a numb pain, but not as overwhelming as it was yesterday. I searched for my shoes and directly followed him.

A quick bus ride and a small foot-march later there was a big but still small and cozy house. Red and white, reminding me of a red velvet cupcake. Looks fancy but is cute at the same time. The grass and the dwarfs decorating the beautiful view. A middle-aged lady working in the garden, planting in seeds and watering the red tulips. 

“Hello, Mrs. Han is Jisung home?” He grinned at her.

“Oh hello, Seungmin. Nice to see you again!” She smiled at him with a motherly aura surrounding her. She hugged him and I could see that she liked Seungmin a lot. He didn’t really know what to do awkwardly stood there and let her do. She noticed me standing there and hiding behind Seungmin's tall figure and met with her warm brown eyes.

“Hello, and who are you?” she asked with a bigger smile.

“Uh, I am Seungmins sister.” I immediately trusted her and her warm embrace.

“Ah yes, I can see the model genes going in the family. You seem like you’re in a big rush to see Jisung, he’s in his room.” She told us and saw my embarrassed blush across my face as Seungmin took my hand and yanked me downstairs to where Jisung was.

The basement as a room, interesting. It was colored black and had a lot of posters of some bands that I have never heard of. There he was on his bed smoking a cigarette and admiring his newest addition to his arm, a slightly red and in saran wrapped tattoo. A small skull drinking from a glass bottle, very precise and well made. He sat there and continued to smoke.

“Seungmin, what’s up.” he took a puff. Not giving anyone a single look. His hand tapping over his forearm and keep admiring his skull. 

“I need your help. My sister made a tattoo and now it’s infected. Do you know what to do?” Seungmin seemed very concerned and worried. Jisung stood up and chuckled a little.

“The little Y/N, has a tattoo?” He asked me and looked down at me. 

His eyes have the same warm brown as his mothers and I weirdly trusted him regardless of his reputation. His hair was dyed a very light blonde and his face was very chubby, unlike his body which was athletic: muscular but slim. He had two tears on his face and my thoughts went crazy. Who in the actual hell did he kill and the rumors of Jisung being a Russian mafia boss came into my mind and I reconsidered if I should be worried to be in a room with him?

“Seungmin, I have some lemonade for you.” Mrs. Han's voice echoed through the basement and he looked at Jisung.

“Go for it, I will take care of her.” He gave him green light and Seungmin looked at him with a look in his eyes. Which could be translated into ‘If you hit on my sister, I will drag your corpse to the nearest forest and let you get eaten by the birds’. Jisung nodded and Seungmin went upstairs.

“So tell me, how did you do that?” He said with a smile as he pointed to my infected K. His hair falling on his face, a little messy but still perfectly proportional.

“Uhm, a long story...” He went to his desk and took out a liquid and a cotton pad. He pushed the chair next to the bed and patted the bed. I quickly sat down. Him in front of me.

“I have time, come on.” He looked up and gave me a simper. I felt a small tickle again and wanted to trust him with it.

“Well uh, my friend Kim wanted to get us bonded. She took a needle and poked my skin for some time until it was done.” He laughed a little, letting me see his whites. 

“You stick and poked and didn’t disinfect it?” His eyes still on mine and not leaving the look they had, of the warm and soft chocolate brown.

“No, we didn’t and stop making fun of me- Ah-” His cold hand touching my thigh. My body stiffened and it was hard to relax.

“Calm down, relax. You wanna listen to music? disinfecting this will be a little uncomfortable.” He stood up and walked to his stereo. He took out a cassette and stuck one in. A prehistoric cassette, I haven’t seen this since I listened to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban one years ago. After some seconds of silence, ‘All The Small Things’ by blink-182 boosted through the speakers.

He turned around and sat down again and wet the pad with this liquid. He took off the wrap and the air hit the wound. It was a stinging soreness, that leads me to look away and bite my lower lip, hard.

He took the wet pad and started to clean up the wound as careful and gentle as possible, the stinging and burning pain was a very harsh rush of pain. I whined and groaned loudly.

“Does it hurt?” He asked as he was still cleaning up.

“Well, yes,” I said with a small whine.

“Good. If I see you with a new tattoo I will get you punished.” his voice getting raspier and raspier. But he still cleaned the wound up and was done with the disinfecting. He stood up again and got some of the saran wraps and pointed his finger, signaling me to stand up.

I stood up from his bed and he kneeled down to wrap it up. His hands still very cold and tickling my thigh. 

“So Kim, is your friend?” His voice a little absent.

“Yes, my best.” I had to automatically smile.

“Tell me about her, how is she like?” I was surprised at his interest in my personal life but answered him.

“Oh, um she is reckless and she never thinks about her actions. She makes out stupid things that I have to box her out of. But she also has a nice and gentle side that not many know. I love her a lot.” I smiled at our memories and how easy it was to be myself around her.

As I was in my thoughts, Jisung took out a bottle of Jack Daniels and takes a glass. He gets him a good amount and gets another glass after seeing my big eyes. After a long friendship with Kim who was known for drinking, I have never drunk any alcohol, well until today. He gave me a glass full of brown fluid.

“I- I can’t believe we did that.” I laughed as Jisung was holding my hand walking on an abandoned street in the middle of nowhere. He had given me a big sip of the whiskey, it was a burning sensation of my taste buds being confused and curious for more. 

“It’s better, not being sober right?” He asked stumbling into the sunset.The bitter taste of the alcohol and the adrenaline of me running away with a friend of my brother without his permission. I felt every single touch of his hand tightening and holding my hand in his clutches not letting go.

“Come on drink it, Y/N. The painkillers are not going to help you any better than Jackie will.” He smiled and waved the glass in front of my nose. I mean I never was drunk and I want to know what it’s like. My curiosity and stupidity have gotten control of me and I accepted with a shaky hand. 

I took a small sip of the whiskey and the bitter and stinging sensation was so disgusting. I couldn’t swallow it and started to look around for somewhere to spit it at. But with Jisung forcing me to look up at him with his fingers, pushing my head upwards. 

“Swallow it, now.” his eyes burning holes into mine and letting me breathless with no other choice other than swallow. I gulped the fluid down and the burn in my throat was unbelievably harsh. 

“Good girl, now. If Seungmin sees your ass drunk this will be very dangerous for both us. Do you have any other clothes or is this everything you’ve got?” He already searched in his closet and gave me a black hoodie with some jeans. 

“Here you go. Hurry up, my mom is not going to keep him for any longer.” He went upstairs and left me with there a little tipsy and with some clothes from this boy that I barely knew. 

After getting them on I noticed the size difference, Jisung has it in L. On me it was XXL. The size was really funny and the jeans that should hug his waist like they are on the ones he is wearing, are now hanging from my pelvic bone. I saw my reflection of the mirror and busted out in laughter. 

Jisung came down and looked at my new outfit, and laughed as well. He came in front of me and squished my cheeks. He played with them and ruffled my hair into a mess, I officially am looking like I just woke up with my PJ’s. 

“You look so cute, this stuff is the tightest clothing that I have and your body is just sliding through.” He smiled and looked into my eyes, his hands still cupping my cheeks. A strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes leaving him, mixing with his cologne.

He stepped back and admired this baggy look. He had a hand on his chin, thinking about what can make it look even better than it already does. With an idea in his mind he sought for.... a belt. 

He took the of course black belt and put it over my waist. I almost wanted to remind him that I am not a toddler and can put on a belt myself, but the sudden closeness of him and his firm grip on his jeans on me. My heart did a small tap dance, but he continued to put it on with no sign of hesitation.

“This looks better. Take your shoes and let’s get out of here.” Trouble, that was what I am going to get after this. Am I out of my mind going with Jisung with no other thought? Am I dumb for trusting this dude that threw up on his teacher's chest in the hallway last year?

He packed his bag with a shit ton of bottles and some other stuff that I don’t even want to know what it is, the curiosity of what is in this bag now really bugged me. What did he have in this bag? He started to notice my glare on his black backpack.

“You ever had drugs, little one?” He asked as if it was the most normal thing to ask a 16-year-old. If I ever had drugs, the small sips of this weird and burning stuff and the coffee I had in the morning.

“N-No.” My stutter surprised me and the sudden tension started to get harder and intense. My subconscious shouted in my head to get out and go home with Seungmin, but this Jisung really had something and I wanted to explore that.

“There’s always a first time and I needed to go out anyway. You wanna meet my friends?” His smirk was absolutely precious and there was no way in hell that I could say no to this face. After my agreement, he smiled even brighter than before. He took some of his rings and gave those to me and some chains. I looked so different from what I daily wear and with a hat my appearance was complete.

“I-It’s so much better. Not having this pressure.” After another big gulp of the whiskey, he threw the bottle to the road and opened his bag. A see-through water like a bottle. He gave it to me and I opened it after some seconds of struggle. We stumbled through the sunset of the lonely and empty roads of a beautiful panorama.

“Le-Let’s sit down for a while. I am so ti-tired.” I laughed and sat down on the empty road. He joined me and took the opened vodka bottle from me and took a small sip after gasping dramatically and getting a green bag out of his pocket. It looked like leaves and after a long time of finding out what it was, I knew it when he started to build a joint.

I took the bottle and drank the alcohol. I couldn’t believe this scenario, I am drunk and I am about to get high. I will get so much damage for this one night, but it still felt like it was a Bonnie and Clyde after play. Such a euphoric moment, and a moment I would’ve never have dreamed of.

So deep in my own thoughts and my own actions and with this alcohol in my hands, I didn’t see that Jisung was already done with his work. He saw my lazy eyes and pointed out to his bag.

“Hey, listen to music on my phone the code is 0325.” I crawled over to his bag and searched for the perfect song and here it was. New Flesh by the Current Joys, a carefree and a lighthearted song. The song started playing and Jisung snickered.

“I start to really learn a new si-side of you. Little miss Y/N.” He finished his joint and licked it clean. He grabbed in his bag and pulled out speakers. This bag really is a survival kit. He connected them to his phone and the music blasted out with such an enormous volume.

He took out his lighter and the fire sneaked it’s way through the marijuana and gives out a really unique smell. He seemed relaxed and fell on his back. He now was lying on the hard and cold cement road, his little relaxing tool between his fingers.

“So you never smoked before, like ever?”He has gotten up again and let his arm over my shoulder, giving me a really focused look.

“N-Nah.” I giggled for no reason. My head felt dizzy and my vision getting blurry after breathing in second-hand smoke.

“So I’m gonna show you, ho-how to do it the right way.” He smiled and almost closing his eyes completely.

He took my face into his hand and held the joint on the other hand. He gave it to me and I held it the best way I could, trying to let it fall down. I took a big hit and coughed all of the smoke out in a matter of 3 seconds.

He laughed uncontrollably and as he was laughing my head started to turn, my stomach started to growl and my mouth was getting dry. I honestly did not expect it to work that easily but I felt the difference in my body. I took another puff of it and another.

With a little time it has gotten easier and better to not cough. Jisung after not talking for what seemed like a whole eternity, started to notice that the sky is getting darker. He saw a whole field next to the road and threw his stuff in there and threw himself as well.

“Come here! The field is soft.” He shouted from his new spot and I giggled and jumped on top of him. His laugh resounded through the emptiness surrounding us and my giggle became a little quieter when I felt his hand on my hip. As before, when he put on the belt for me, my face grew hot and my eyes stayed on him and I played with his hair. He stroked my body with his fingertips, it feeling like electric wires rushing through my hot body. 

I leaned down and then kissed his soft lips. Right at this moment I didn’t care about anyone. My brother, my parents, my friends not even my own thoughts that screamed in my head to cut it off and go home. I wanted to live and wanted to enjoy, feel this moment. Exactly live in this moment right here and there. In a field in the middle of nowhere with the music still blasting somewhere near us and the taste of alcohol still running through my mouth and most importantly, Jisung being right here and there. 

“I d-don’t want to pressure you to anything, Y/N.-” I shushed him up with another kiss and his smile making the butterflies in my tummy explode into a mess. He tucked on his hoodie and leaned into my ear.

“I am sure you look even better without my hoodie on.”

I giggled loudly, his hand getting lost on the inside of my hoodie. Grasping on my bra and massaging it softly. My world turning in circles and the music still playing on the highest volume from the speakers, somewhere in the grass.

“I want you, now.” I said, looking down to him. I took off my hoodie and threw it next to Jisung beneath me. His hands still on me, my hair falling down to the side of his face. I was needy and what could feed this hunger was him.

“If your brother could see his little girl…” he smiled at my face being some small inches in front of his. the taste of the marijuana in my mouth mixed with the strong vodka and whiskey was driving me into the dumbest things.

I kissed his soft lips, touching them a little and his tongue rolling with mine. He tasted like danger and everything forbidden for me, giving me a thrill of my life. I continued to go down his neck, sucking the best I could making it hard due to the lack of energy.

“You’re doing great, little one.” He moaned when I once reached his hard and perky abs, leaving a trail of bruises and hickeys all the way down here. He groaned once I unlocked his belt and pushed his jeans down to his boxers. The outline of his dick was hardly poking out, getting me to an idea of my first blowjob ever.

I pulled the off and there he was, poking at me. The hard and red tip, cum dripping on them slightly. I took him in my hands, carefully pumping him. His eyes following my actions his whines and stares telling me to put him in my mouth, I couldn’t get him all in, him laughing at me trying my hardest to deepthroat.

“Your little mouth is amazing.” He mumbled with his eyes closed tightly, his hands getting lost in my hair. Moans and grunts getting me wetter and wetter. I couldn’t breathe and with my mouth being filled up completely, my eyes turning to the back of my head.

I backed up and took some time to breathe, a string of saliva connecting my lips with his wet and throbbing dick. He pushed his hair back, his hand still on my head, grabbing and pulling at it hardly. I choked lightly on his pressure on my head, pushing me down and forcefully getting me down. After some seconds of complete silence he let go and a broken groan echoed through my dizzy head.

“Uh fuck, how can this small mouth get all that in?” He smiled looking down at me with his lazy eyes on the string of saliva connecting his tip to my lips. I started to laugh out, the feeling of a dick in my mouth reminding me of a Popsicle. He laughed as well, this whole scenario being unbelievable. It was deep dark outside, the only light being the lanterns of the side street and the moon, shining out heavily. The wheat among us, the music that still played beside us.

He suddenly stopped giggling immediately and closed his eyes. His head was thrown to the ground and he held my head in his hands, still thrusting into my mouth hardly.

“Wh-Where can I c-cum?” He stuttered and I just continued to bop my head down his length, feeling every inch in my mouth, I choked a little on the twitch of his cock. “Fuuuck.” He groaned loud through the hard beats of the music. I felt his dick twitch again in my throat and as I moaned the vibrations got him to spill his load into my mouth. The warm liquid running through my throat, I choked once again and the shivers went down my spine mercilessly.

“Ah fuck.” He tried to collect his breath, moaning more curse words. I still sucked at the tip and popped him out of my mouth, his seeds running down my lips. I looked up at his brown eyes, stars above us reflecting in them. He had the warmest and softest expression on his face, starring down at my cum filled mouth, trying my hardest to swallow everything.

“Now it’s your turn, princess.”

[staysuki]

[major spoilers] SWEET LIKE CANDY | lost hooks

once again my most favorite time of the finales!!!

p.s. this is a long one!!

the kim brothers were only supposed to be wonpil and seungmin. i didn't know enhypen at the time but i found jake at just the right moment and saw that people say he looks like seungmin, so i was like—ok then! that being said, his character is sort of dispensable BUT i did like the trope i used for him (lowkey a bubbly airhead).

without jake, ryujin was supposed to be in a love triangle with y/n (and hyunjin?). but when jake got created, i loved his character sm and i figured i wanted to pair up a "boyish cool girl" with the "softie boy next door"

jake was supposed to be the other love triangle for y/n. but as i was writing him, he became too much of a "little brother" figure to y/n that i can't see them being involved romantically at all.

lia wasn't supposed to come back after chapter 6. i only made her as a fallout character—i.e. a friendship formed at the start of the school year which doesn't last long once you get to know yourself and other people in college. it happened to me, it happened to everyone. i wanted to portray that event. idk why i kept her around, i like to make characters suffer ig.

my other choice for the "eonnie" character is clc's yeeun, i love her look. i ultimately chose bibi because i love her music + she has the perfect amount of "spunky" look but can still look a bit soft.

something i've always reiterated: the art thieves heist wasn't supposed to happen. there wasn't supposed to be any felix and this was supposed to be just a fluffy enemies to lovers fic.

jisung was supposed to take jake's role of being the "second love interest" because jake became a little brother. but idk, things took a turn for the most complicated lol. i didn't mean to make him a criminal.

seungmin and hyunjin were supposed to have a fallout of friendship (something with misaligned morals) but ultimately, i figured that their friendship is too precious to be broken. (hence why i added ryujin in hyunjin's friend group roster). but even though i didn't follow through this plan, i still wrote in the 2jin friendship because i thought it was an interesting dynamic.

seungmin was supposed to be the bad guy. but i think i liked his character being "morally grey", scummy but not full-on. he passes through the ethical loopholes of morality.

nayeon was supposed to die. 🍕pizza anon stopped me last second in adding more angsty death. i almost didn't add her in the bonus chapters to "insinuate" it or at least, for people to form their own endings in that aspect. but i think with her character, it would be unsatisfying if she just gets yeeted into the void.

hyunjin and his father, i purposefully didn't write any cathartic confrontation between them because that's just life. i thought about it, but ultimately, no. i think with just those few words said between those lines, everything can be explained on it's own. (his father saying he supports hyunjin's decisions no matter what. hyunjin realizing that his father is also hurting, as pointed out by y/n. hyunjin still respecting his father's opinions by telling him he's gonna leave).

hyunjin's family life was supposed to be more complicated. his grandmother was supposedly going to take him out forcibly from school to "take care of him" but they'll force him to go to business school, which hyunjin doesn't want to do, so he'll end up trying to financially support himself and live his own life pursuing art. i scrapped this because hyunjin has had enough suffering. plus it would've stretched out the fic longer and i don't want that.

hyunjin's therapist wasn't supposed to exist. but during that time, i was talking a lot to my sister so i created the character in her likeness + i used it as a way to deliver the story through hyunjin's eyes. we gotta be smart with smau narratives lol.

y/n's foreigner friend was supposed to be seungmin (o.de) and there was supposed to be this whole schtick about having two seungmins but i think jooyeon fits the role of the weirdo friend better. i can't really imagine o.de being such a bro dude like jooyeon.

lia x jae was supposed to happen but the age gap was a bit too iffy. plus it would be contradictory of jae to date someone that young when he made such a big deal out of wonpil and bibi's relationship. bottomline is, i remember by characters' moral codes.

lia wasn't supposed to end up with anyone but i felt bad after making her suffer. hence i gave her "implied" ending in the bonus chapters. didn't feel like committing to it too much.

jooyeon was supposed to be a character to make hyunjin jealous but he became too much of a comedic gag that i just couldn't see any romanticism in him at all. worked out tho ig.

felix was supposed to double cross jisung and betray him. he was going to sell him out to brian in exchange for his own freedom but i think i wanted to put some importance in felix and jisung's bond. jisung grew up alone and was raised to takeover his father's scummy business, it's not unlikely for him to get attached to the first friend he makes. same for felix, kinda.

when felix double crosses jisung, he was supposed to die in the hands of jisung's men (in their company ig) but i didn't want felix to die. i loved his character so much, i gave him his own series spin-off (see you all in happy death day!)

i wanted to make a deeper connection between jooyeon and hyunjin but i just couldn't take his character seriously.

wonpil and bibi was supposed to be in cahoots with the saving-felix situation but i think the kims value loyalty too much. wonpil wouldn't do that. plus, i like the implication of having two lovers still keeping secrets from each other. ultimately, i'll leave it to the readers to imagine what happens when wonpil finds out.

there was supposed to be a cute twix bouquet scene in the airport but i don't think it would've been justified since they were still both in denial about their romantic feelings.

hyunjin and y/n wasn't supposed to end up together but after such a long ride, i figured why not? hence why the ending was a cliffhanger and they don't actually get together until years later (bonus chapters).

i thought about making nayeon a love interest for hyunjin but i valued their friendship to my heart. in hyunjin's shoes, it would've been too messy if i made him fall in love with nayeon when they've took him in like family. she's always been a big sister from the start.

i didn't really plan nayeon x jae from happening. it just did.

the story of hyunjin's parents is something i got from real life (not mine though). so i really wanted to center a lot of the themes around family trials.

y/n was supposed to be in gourmet cooking and hyunjin in digital arts. lmao idk why.

the whole art concept is something inspired from the kdrama "her private life" (one of my faves).

jisung wasn't supposed to reappear until bonus 3 (felix's teaser) but i missed him too much. i wanted to write him an implied redemption arc.

park jinyoung is jyp. sorry not sorry.

never planned seungmin x y/n from the start. everyone just started shipping them. y'all don't get what you want.

seungmin wasn't supposed to leave and become a lawyer. he was supposed to keep staying as a character and become a professional photographer but everyone ended up liking seungmin so much that i had to kick him out (y'all did this to ehaloj seungmin too, istg, y'all never learn).

all in all, this was supposed to be a fluffy high school e2l fic and that hyunjin and y/n's parents are baker rivals. romeo and juliet style but idk. we get what we get.

i probably forgot to mention other stuff but tumblr keeps messing up my typing so meh.

notes reveal: they are v v messy

[onyourzeus]

• with you | kwp

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: with you  pairing: kim wonpil (of day6) & you genre: flufffffff words: 2.9k

author’s note: requested by this anon asking for a lazy day with wonpil + some possibility of a food fight due to baking (i tweaked it a little bit, i hope you don’t mind)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

lazy days with wonpil are the best. it doesn’t happen often, though, because he rarely gets to spend this much time with you

you’ve been relying on voice messages, long texts and the occasional video calls before and during their subunit comeback promotions

granted you were super excited and absolutely stunned by their performances

not to mention the songs in the album are amazing, you have always been supportive of wonpil’s career

ever since you’ve known him, music has always been his top priority. he’s taught you so much of what he’s learned throughout the years being a trainee and a musician in his own right

albeit you doubt you’d ever reach his level of proficiency when it came to understanding music

you’re content just watching him sing, admiring the way he plays the piano so effortlessly, and being so damn lucky to be part of this important journey with him

but of course, it pains you to be so far away, long distance never gets better no matter what they say

as much as you follow along his schedules as a day6 member, you’d be lying to yourself if you said the end of promotions is your actual favorite part of it all

it means that wonpil has some free time to spare, and usually he likes to spend it with you 

this weekend, you knew he didn’t have a lot on his agenda. you’ve specifically cleared the whole two days, logged off on all social media just so your attention can be focused solely on your significant other 

you’ve been giddy all morning, waiting for wonpil to arrive at your place in mere minutes 

when the two of you haven’t seen each other in a while, wonpil personally likes to have you all to himself in a space where no one can bother the two of you. this is why he doesn’t like you going over to their apartment

dowoon doesn’t have a sense of personal space or can he take a hint that wonpil doesn’t want anyone coming into the room when he’s just snuggling with you

so it’s a win win situation overall to have him in your place instead. the clothes he had left in the bottom drawer hasn’t been worn in a while by him. 

(you’re afraid his scent would come off soon if you keep wearing his sweaters and pjs)

you hear the knock on the door and excitedly dash for it, seeing wonpil in the flesh with…

flowers!! 

“hi,” he greets you shyly, the smile on his face neverending, only growing wider as you try your best to embrace him without squishing the gift he has in hand

“i missed you sooooooooo much,” you squeal, immersing yourself in the warmth of his body and his hand pressing against your back 

it feels like forever since you last saw him, so you want to hug him just as long 

“babe, babe— okay, baby, i can’t breathe!!” he laughs, jokingly coughing as he wiggles his way out of your death grasp. you’re not apologetic, only pouting while sliding your fingers in between his free hands 

“do you want to invite me in?” he asks, the sass in his voice unavoidable and you’d like to slap it out of him

but this is what you missed, so you tugged at his hands and welcomed him in your apartment

“are these for me??” he hands you over the bouquet, recognizing instantly the camellia flowers delicately arranged. he doesn’t answer, only letting his pressed lips resisting its way to a smile tell you how it is

“thank you,” you say to him anyway, reluctant but giving in to what you’ve always wanted to do for so long. 

you kiss his cheek, and it feels all so familiar but new at the same time

he gasps for a moment, brows raised up as if in mock offense but steals a quick kiss on your lips before you can question his silly antics 

“thought you could get away with that huh”

and this is what you truly missed being with wonpil, side by side. the way he sheds off that introverted persona online and really ease into his comfortable ways with you. he’s full of love, of course, but there are times when he is subtly teasing with you as a form of affection

you place the camellias in an empty vase you find inside a cabinet. the two of you didn’t necessarily plan out what to do for the day, and that’s usually the case when he spends his free time here

“i just want to be in bed and… cuddle,” wonpil would confess, winning you over with his doe eyes. nine times out of ten, it works

but today you want to talk with him, catch up on what you’ve missed while he was busy with performing and going on variety shows. and wonpil complies because even though he loves just being lazy with you, having his arms enclosing your figure and dozing off that way

one thing he loves to do is also talk. and there’s so much to talk about! 

you share the couch with him, and wonpil instinctively opens up his arms so he can wrap them around your waist

he puts up his legs on the coffee table, and waits for you to say something

“oh? this is allowed now?” he perks up and you turn your head to look at him, tongue darting out in response

“just because i need your scent to be in every corner of this place as much as possible”

“that’s…. a little gross, babe” 

sue you for missing him that much!!! 

but that didn’t really bother you, in fact you lift your own legs up to rest on his. as you guys find a comfortable lying position, finally you ask wonpil how he has been doing

you’ve probably already heard most of his stories through his messages and voice calls beforehand

but nothing beats listening to wonpil talk in person, and to watch him do it with your own very eyes

it’s something special that you want to keep for yourself, you understand that wonpil has to connect to his fans too. he goes on vlives, writes instagram posts directly addressing mydays, and just overall be relatable to them

and… it gets to you a little bit, not gonna lie. there’s so much of him that he gives to others, yet he doesn’t see it that way 

you’re sometimes afraid that he’ll be seen as too fragile and be an easy target to break 

but over the years you’ve known wonpil, you have only seen him get stronger. be more thick skinned, and it’s an admiring feat 

“were you even listening to what i said?” 

“about dowoon overreaching his leader status even after promos? yep, sounds like him” 

wonpil looks utterly surprised, and you return his expression with a more menacing version 

he bursts into laughter right at your face, and if you didn’t enjoy him tightening his grasp around you, you’d shove him off on the floor

“wonpil why do u keep laughing at me!!”

“you just have that face” 

wow what a way to compliment your s/o thanks buddy” 

“hey now,” he lets out the last few chuckles bubbling in his system, releases one arm around you to poke your nose with his finger. “thats the kind of face i love for a partner” 

“well then consider yourself lucky,” you pout, and wonpil’s eyes shine even brighter

“i am.” 

there isn’t a lot more that happens that day, you guys really took “lazying around” in its most literal form

since the couch is a pull out, wonpil helped you with setting it up and placing bedsheets on it while you grab the blanket from your room 

he suggests if he can take a nap for an hour or two which resulted to a cuddling session before you both dozed off

the curtains on the windows to the side of the living room were drawn out, so the late afternoon sun found its way to the inside of your place

it was warm, it hit your cheek when you turned over so you decided to just lay in bed facing wonpil

when you’d be in and out of sleep, you see your boyfriend’s peaceful face just a kiss away from you

and so you do just that… kiss his lips softly as to not disturb him… you take it upon yourself to take in his features slowly while you can and

it’s such a sight to behold

nevermind the dark shadows forming underneath his eyes or the subtle stress lines on his forehead 

you make it a point to do a self care skincare routine with him tonight. he’d enjoy the new volcanic mask you bought to try out

but setting that aside, wonpil is still so beautiful to you. you understand, out of all people, how so many have fallen for him too

hips lips that produce one of the most hauntingly elegant voices you’ve heard, his cheeks that paints a blushing rose when he’s being effortlessly cute, his eyes that glimmer whenever he’s having fun

however right now he has them closed, relaxed, as his chest breaths in and breathes out

you snuggle even closer to him, putting your cheek up against where his heart should lay, and listen to the beat of his heart

you feel your own pounding in the still of the apartment, only a faint bustling hum of reality outside your window

and as the sun shines on wonpil’s face this time, he slowly wakes up and you will yourself not too look

as you feel him shuffle while repositioning his arms that have encircled you all this time

“you awake?” he asks groggily, his sleepy hoarse voice sending you shivers down your spine

you can’t help but smile silly against his clothes

“mmm” is your response

“psst” he whispers in your ear, caressing the sides of your hair in a lulling manner

before you get too comfortable with his affection, you slowly pull yourself away and look at him

and you can never get used to it, to him

“i really, really missed you,” he mouths, almost inaudible, but you know it in your heart 

suffice to say the two of you didn’t get up right away

now that it’s nearing sunset, you ask if he wants to get dinner or cook at home

“what if we bake”

“oh,” that wasn’t really in your mind, but why not? this means you get to spend more time with him, and it’s a great bonding experience. the two of you rarely do this sort of thing. sometimes he’s ask to cook for you, only to phone his mom during the whole process to help out

in the end of that conversation, though, wonpil would approach you if you were in the room or hanging out on the couch, attack you with those puppy dog eyes of him 

“eomma hung up on me. says i should already know how to make stew without her help”

“do you need my help then, wonpil?”

“yes pls “ :c 

so with baking, it’s perfect, because you guys can tag team

you settle on making brownies, craving some chocolate for tonight. you pull up a recipe on your ipad for reference 

“babe where’s the butter,” wonpil asks behind you, rummaging his way through your fridge

“on the side, next to the cheese,” you tell him as you focus on reading through the ingredients

“... where’s the cheese”

“top shelf, wonpil,” you laugh, turning to see him struggling with messing around the many jars and miscellaneous stuff you have in your fridge

“ah, this needs to be more organized baby,” wonpil chastises you, finally finding what he was looking for

“sorry,” you sheepishly grin, but help him with the remaining ingredients

now that you have everything laid out, baking with him is.. a wild ride

you thought the cooperation between you would fall into a field of familiarity, but wonpil’s eagerness to do everything and have you just be sort of his “assistant” is bugging you a bit 

“i can mix this in—”

“no no no, i got it. you’ll see, i got this” 

“but wonpil—”

“no no no,” he repeats, holding onto an egg as he shakes his head at you

“see this? it’ll get cracked with one hand, just you wait” the smug expression on him just looks to adorable not to react to, but you know if you say something he’ll take it in a different manner. you keep your mouth shut and let him do his thing

he takes a second, three, five seconds before finally cracking the egg on the edge of the bowl

and spilling it all over the counter before he got the chance to put it all in

that’s your cue to laugh as wonpil stands there to take in the shame

and walk it off by washing his hands and wiping the mess

you didn’t mean to be so loud about his mistake, but you see wonpil blushing hard with his arms crossed

and you just know you crossed the line

“wonpiriiiii” you whine, trying to take his hands in yours. he won’t budge, not even looking your way 

“it was an accident, you can just crack it with a fork or something” he relents as you sway your arms side to side, an attempt to calm him down and reassure him it’s nothing serious

and you actually love him more 

“yeah but i wanted to impress you”

if only you knew wonpil

“you impress me every day just knowing you’re with me,” you tell him, and the cheesiness sends him gagging mockingly 

the two of you would continue clowning each other while preparing the brownie mixture 

taking turns with cracking the eggs, even at one point having a seriously uncalled for juggling competition with two eggs 

that you immediately stop once you realize you don’t have back up eggs if this fails badly

at one point the brownie mixture has finally been combined, and you’re about to ask wonpil for the tray when you see him dip his finger in the bowl and pop it in his mouth

“mmm,” he reacts, before slowly reaching in to take another dip

“DUDE DON’T DOUBLE DIP” too late, he had already contaminated the bowl and was on his way to smear chocolate on your cheek 

you didn’t even have time to speak his death sentence

the deed has been done, the cheek has been smeared as your nose sniff at the chocolatey smell on your face

“oh it’s on, wonpil”

“no it’s not,” he counters, and he’s already laughing with his pointer finger still up in the air, remnants of chocolate still coating around the skin 

you want to approach it the same way he did, but you needed to go big

bringing the whisk filled with a gooey chocolate mess, you lift it up and take a slow, careful step towards wonpil

his laughter died down and is followed by a gulp down his throat

“you won’t dare, baby. i love you, i love you so much—”

“your words mean nothing right now, pil,” you say as sweetly as you can, comically licking some of the mixture that has traveled down the side of your lips. wonpil stared at your tongue, confused at his emotions right now

should he be turned on? threatened? 

he doesn’t get another second to think as you basically paint the whole side of his cheek with chocolate

“i feel better now” you say in between your own fits of laughter, pointing the whisk at wonpil’s sorry face as he just stands there

taking in what just happened

so yeah, y’all don’t get to bake what’s left of the brownie mixture until… after so much of it has ruined your clothes, and the kitchen counter

fortunately, as the poorly spread out brownie mixture bakes in the oven, you and wonpil get to

share a bath together :) 

maybe it was his plan all along because the smirk on his face doesn’t leave at all while you wash each other up

bath foam on his hair, on your nose

soapy kisses, the works

you’d indulge being skin to skin with wonpil this way, soaked in warm water with the smell of mint in the air from your body wash

you couldn’t take too long in the bath though as the brownies baked for a short period of time

“do you really choose brownies over me right now, babe? really?”

“wonpil the apartment will burn down if we don’t take them out of the oven”

…”

“okay point taken”

you finish up in the shower, put on your bathrobe and dry off your hands to hurry and take the tray out the oven

the brownies don’t look half-bad and evidence of the food fight you and wonpil didn’t even seem like it happened (courtesy to him voluntarily wiping everything down as you ran the bath quickly) 

“so is this dinner?” wonpil asks, walking towards you with his matching robe around him

“how about some take out for now?” you suggest sheepishly, hunger calling out to you already

he agrees, and calls your favorite restaurant for some food

the two of you then spend the rest of the night eating rice from take out boxes and dumplings on the pull out sofa bed, never ending conversations of everything in life accompanying the hum of background tv noise 

y’all even forget to eat the brownies as the dumplings and noodles had filled you up more than you thought

and that’s how you basically spent the first day he’s back with you, and the second is just the same

with more cuddling, sharing the shower, and enjoying every moment with him :) (less food fights though, he’s found out your sheer determination about such things… terrifying)

[dalamjisung]

see me ❋ bambam

word count: 5877

genre: hospital!au, fluff

pairing: Ophthalmologist!Bambam x Photographer!reader

description: it takes him a while to see the bigger picture, but when he does, it’s so worth the wait.

“Ah!”

“Are you fucking blind? Watch where you’re going.”

Funny to think that that’s how you met him. In college, running late to your class, and then running late into him. After his rude remark, this happened again twice; one in the cafeteria, where you dropped your noddles on his designer shoes, and once in the library, where you ‘accidentally’ kicked him in the chin as he tried get to the book you both wanted. After that, as you giggled nervously while hugging that godforsaken book to your chest, he sighed, blocking your way out of the isle.

“I guess there’s no other way,” He says, crouching down to match your height. “Hello, there. I’m Bambam… can you see me? How many fingers I’m holding up?”

“Of course I can see you,” You roll your eyes, pushing his hand out of your face. 

“Just had to be sure,” He scoffs and straightens his back. “This is the third time you run into me in a month. That can’t be normal.”

“I’m just… distracted,” You mumble, blushing furiously. “Sorry. I’m Y/N.”

After that, whenever you’d run into him, it would mean another step towards your friendship– bumped into him outside of class, introduced him to your friends; tripped over him as he sunbathed in the grass outside of the literature building, exchanged numbers; ran into him after work, went out for drinks. It felt almost as if you two had been friends for ages and, the next day, once you woke up next to him, memory wiped clean and feeling like your head might just explode, you knew Bambam would be in your life for a long time. And you were right. To this day, you still bump into him, even though it’s been years of watch out! and be careful! He is not really as bothered as he used to be, but he still wants you to go for an eye check-up every six months. 

“What’s the use of having a doctor best friend if not for the health benefits?” He’d always say.

And really, what’s the use? So there you are, waiting at the front desk of the hospital Bambam works, talking to Nurse Kim as if you two had been long lost friends.

“You should visit more than just for check-ups, Y/N,” She whines. “We all miss you. Even Dr. Jaebeom asked about you the other day! He said he wanted to introduce you to his girlfriend, she needs someone to photograph her cafe for a magazine ad, and he instantly recommended you.”

You smile. Thanks to the short period in which you and Bambam lived together right after college, you had been lucky enough to meet his group of friends– all of which are doctors. You are set for life in this hospital, and you know it. 

“Y/N!” You hear someone shout and you are suddenly being lifted from the ground, Jackson’s laugh ringing behind you. “We missed you!”

“I missed you too,” You chuckle. “But please put me–“

“Jackson Wang, you better let go of her right this instant,” You laugh at how serious Bambam sounds. “Or I will kill you. She is a patient, Jackson, a patient.”

“Routine eye check?” Jackson asks once your best friend pulls you behind him.

“You know it,” You sigh. “Bam’s been insisting for me to come, so… here I am.”

“You tripped five times,” Bambam scolded. “In a day. I can never take you to the mall again, you were considered a safety hazard to yourself and others!”

“It was just an accident,” You pout, hugging his arm to you, pulling on it like a small child. “I was too focused!”

“Looking at disposable cameras,” Bambam deadpans while hugging you closer. 

You two had always been, and will probably always be like that; touchy. You best expressed your self through touch, hugging him closer when your sad, gabbing his hand when your nervous, jumping on him when your happy. It’s always been easier to express yourself thought touch then words and he didn’t seem to mind; in fact, you think he feels the same way, always hugging you silently, or shaking you in excitement. 

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” You grumble, pulling away from him and dragging him to the elevators, having the way to his office engraved in your mind. “Let’s go, I have a date in a couple of hours.”

“A date?” Bambam asks, wiggling his eyebrows. The fact that there is a doctor sharing the elevator with you two and he is staring makes you blush. “Who with?”

“A guy I met through a friend,” It all you say about it, voice curt and distant. You never liked discussing these things with Bambam for various reasons– you feel shy, you’re scared he’ll react badly to the news, like he used to in college, you didn’t want him to think you are replacing him. Those are just a few, but the main reason is simpler than all of those together; it’s stronger, too. You love him. Not like he thinks you do, though. More. You love him in a way that makes you wish he’d be there in the morning to wake you up, and that makes you fall asleep thinking of him kissing you goodnight. You love him in a way that he remains your best friend, but also becomes something else. You just love him. But he never really saw that, and you don’t think he’ll ever see it. 

So you allow Jinyoung set you up on a blind date. Apparently his girlfriend works with a guy that knows a guy that is also single. And nice. And cute. And all of the other adjectives Jinyoung used to convince you of going. He’s just not Bambam, but you’ve learned to deal with that. It’s been years, after all; of watching him with other women and of letting him watch you with other men. You feel as pathetic as it sounds, but what can you do? You are in love with your best friend. 

“Oh?” Bambam’s eyes widened. He holds the elevator doors for you and you walk in front of him, too shy to look him in the eyes. “What friend? I thought I was your friend!”

“Best friend,” You roll your eyes sitting on his desk, knowing he hates it when you ignore the papers on top of it. “And I know other people, too…”

“Yeah,” He shrugs and squints, as if examining you already. “But I know everybody you know, so spill; which one?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” 

The thing about your friendship with Bambam is that he knows you inside and out. He knows when you are lying, he knows when you are tired, he knows when you are hungry– all from just looking at you. So it’s only natural for him to also know when you’re uncomfortable, like right now. Bam knows all about your past relationships and how none of them seem to have been…. good; so his protectiveness extends even to his friends, especially when they try to take you places you don’t really want to go, or to do things you don’t really feel like doing– like going on a blind date. 

“Y/N,” He frowns, looking stern. “I told you already, tell them no! The boys are pushy, but they adore you and they won’t get angry if you–“

“But I want to.” 

You see the surprise in his face.

“I’ve been single for a while,” You nod to yourself, chuckling humorlessly. “I need to be single after a while after what happened with my ex; but I want to go on dates, Bam. I miss it. I miss the prepping, and the excitement, and… well, you know. I miss having someone telling me I look beautiful and that they had a good time and we should do it again. So I asked Jinyoung, because at least he’ll be able to choose me someone nice.”

“So it was Jinyoung,” Bambam hums, deep in his thoughts. “I would’ve guessed Jackson or Youngjae, but not Jinyoung.”

“Yeah, well, this time I wanted someone sane,” You joke, but he doesn’t laugh. “Now let’s get this done.”

The consultation follows as it usually does– messily. After the initial shock left him, Bambam went back to his goofy self, making jokes about you dressing up and “getting some” as he checked your eyes. Besides your glasses prescriptions going up– again– there is nothing wrong with you, as predicted, and you are soon released to go off on your date.

“Call me if you need anything,” Bambam laughs, winking, and for a second you allow yourself to feel sad over the fact that he looks more excited about this date than you. “And don’t forget we have our weekly sleepover tonight! See you later, and bring me the deets!”

“The deets?” You repeat, laughing.

“The details, girl!” He waves you off. “Now go, I don’t want you to be late to meeting the possible love of your life because of me. And don’t trip him! Actually, do! You can say he fell for you at first sight!”

“Yeah, that won’t happen,” You smile tightly, starting to back away before this conversation takes a path you are not sure you’ll be strong enough to brave.

“You never know,” He shouts after you. “You might just run into the love of your life!”

“I did,” You mumble to yourself, and with one last glance at your stupid friend– who’s laughing at his own joke still,– you leave the hospital, feeling as insecure as ever. 

This might be it, you try to reassure yourself. The guy that makes me get over him. This has to be it.

                                                                ————————————

The guy, Wonpil, is… okay. Unfortunately, you don’t have much to say about him, because all he’s shown you is that he is an okay guy, with an okay talk, and you two went on an okay date. Nothing about him made your heart race, he didn’t make you feel anything at all; no laughter bubbling inside, no frustration over disagreements, no anger, no happiness, not even nervousness. You are as numb as one gets.

“Y/N?” Wonpil calls, smiling a bit. “Are you okay?”

“Ah,” You smile back, hopefully disguising your lack of enthusiasm. “Sorry, I got a little distracted.”

His smile falters a bit at that. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You freeze, feeling guilty. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I know this is not being exactly fun,” Wonpil sighs, allowing his head to fall in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Reaching out to him, you uncomfortably tap his shoulder. “At least you’re trying, you know? I should be the one apologizing; I should be trying harder, I’m just–“

“Nervous? Sad? Frustrated?” He lists, looking at you with knowing eyes. 

You shake your head. “I’m just… here.”

“It’s worse then I thought, then,” He mutters, and takes a deep breath. “Jinyoung told me.”

“Told you what?” 

“About Bambam.”

If you were drinking water, you are sure you’d be choking to death now. Or at least you wish you were. 

“What about Bambam?” You whisper, too scared to speak up.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Wonpil chuckles and you can just hear the sadness in his voice. “I’m not much different right now…”

“Wonpil–“

“The love of my life left me,” He almost shouts, and a few people look at you. Your mouth opens to say something but you don’t know what, as you listen to this odd man spill his guts. “She left because she said I didn’t appreciate her… but at least I had her at one point, I guess. It’s not as bad as your situation.”

“First of all,” You say, sounding just as you felt, confused. “No need to rub it in. Second of all, Jinyoung knows?!”

“Uh,” Wonpil scratches his head, as confused as you now. “I’m pretty sure everyone but Bam knows.”

“Excuse me as I go jump off of a bridge,” You try to get up but just as you are about to turn around and leave, he grabs your hand.

“I have a better idea.”

And that’s how you find yourself sitting on a bench, looking at the river, and drinking cheap, shitty coffee. Wonpil tells you all about his ex; how she left, what she said, and how he’s miserable without her. It’s been almost six months, now, and he still hopes that one day he’ll come home and she’ll be there. 

“She was– is– my best friend,” He chuckles, taking a sip of his cup. “So I understand. Your situation; I understand. Too much to lose.”

You nod. “Yeah…”

“But it can work out, too,” Wonpil shrugs. “He can feel the same.”

“For a while I thought he did,” You smile, remembering how you would spend nights thinking of how to confess to Bambam back in college. “We were closer than ever, that time, and I thought he liked me too. I’m not sure why, I could just feel it. But I guess I lost my chance once he started dating a girl from his Biology class, and even since then I just never felt it again; I just assumed it was a phase.”

“Jinyoung told me all about you two,” Wonpil whispers, almost as if he is telling you a secret you shouldn’t know. “He told you are a photographer, and he showed me some of your work. Why is Bambam the only person you photograph?”

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, allowing the evening sun to warm your cheeks. This is not the first time someone ask you this, and you are sure this wouldn’t be the last; but the answer would always be the same– I don’t know. 

“Everything else is scenic,” Wonpil continues. “All landscapes, buildings, art. Bambam is the only person.”

“I don’t–“

“You do,” Wonpil laughs. “You know why. You don’t have to tell me, Y/N, but it’s all over your face…”

“What is?” You open one eye to look at him sideways. “Tell me, Mr. Know It All, what is written on my face? Why do I only photograph Bambam?”

“Because you see him,” Wonpil sighs. “You see him the way he is. The way you wish he’d see you. That’s why.”

When you part from Wonpil, the sky dark and the streetlights shinning the way to your building, you tell him he’s an odd guy and that this was the weirdest date you’ve ever been to, but that doesn’t stop you from texting him once you lay down to sleep.

You were right.

                                                               ————————————

“What the hell happened yesterday?”

You don’t have to open your eyes to know that Bambam is behind you, hands on his waist, and eyes trained on your back. 

“What about yesterday?” You groan, still waking up and regretting giving him the code to your door. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Bambam says sarcastically climbing in bed and getting comfortable under the covers; he slides his arm under your head and turns your body to face him. “You went on a date with a stranger, didn’t text me, didn’t call me, and didn’t show up for sleepover night!”

You shoot up, blankets falling on your friend’s face as your body moves wildly, hand pushing your hair out of your face and covering your face. 

“Bam, I’m so sorry!” You say, looking at him from where you not sit. He sighs, sitting up too.

“I thought something happened, Y/N,” He scolds you. “You never missed sleepover night… ever! And when you didn’t show up and you didn’t pick up I got scared that he might’ve done something to you and–“

“No,” You shake your head, groaning in frustration with yourself. “He’s great. Weird as fuck, but a great guy, and we talked until it was dark and then I forgot and came home and fell asleep.”

“You forgot?!” Looking offended, Bambam grabs both of your hands and looks into your eyes, looking for any signs of deception. “What happened yesterday? Did he do something to you? Were you uncomfortable? Are you okay? I’m going to kill Jinyoung!”

“No no no, it was nothing like that,” You roll your eyes, walking to the bathroom as he follows you. “We just talked about… stuff. And I needed to think and I guess I forgot– I’m really, really sorry Bam. We can do it tonight! Sleepover here; I’ll get snacks and we can order from that Thai place you love so much– it’ll be great!”

“Of course I’m going to sleep here,” He points to the backpack near the bed and you don’t know how you didn’t notice it before. “But that’s not the point, here; what happened yesterday? What stuff were you discussing? What made you need to think so much?”

“Bam, drop it,” You mumble, trying to walk away from him and into the kitchen, only to have him following you. “It’s nothing big.”

“That’s a lie and even you know it,” He says. “You missed sleepover night, Y/N!”

“So what do you want me to do?” You shoot back, turning to look at him. “I’m sorry, Bam, really, but you also missed sleepover night before and I never interrogated you about it!”

“That’s different!” He defends himself, and you know what’s about to happen; it’s not like you never fought before, but something about this is feels off– something about him. “I was dating! I had a girlfriend!”

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to miss sleepover night because of your girlfriend, and it’s not okay for me to miss it because of my date?” You question, and you honestly can’t believe this is happening. A fight over something as stupid as this. 

“Yes!” He shouts and this is wrong. It’s all wrong; Bambam never shouts at you like this, with so much anger and frustration. He’s usually dramatic, but never angry. “It’s different because–“

And he stops himself before he says something he knows he’ll regret it.

“Because what?” You taunt him. “Come on, Bam, tell me; what’s so different?”

“Drop it, Y/N,” And he turns around to go to your room, but this time, you’re the one not letting him leave. 

“No, I won’t drop it,” You say and you wonder if you sound as hypocritical as you feel. “Tell me, Bambam! What is so damn different?”

“Y/N–“

“Tell me, goddammit!”

“Because I liked her!” He is on your face in a second, and never before you felt uncomfortable with Bambam’s proximity, but this time you are shaking; not in fear, never in fear. You are shaking with anticipation. “I liked my girlfriend, hell I might have even loved her!”

“And who says I don’t like Wonpil?!” You question, rage bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “Who–“

“Me!” 

“And how would you even know?” You cry out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You’ve never been this frustrated with your best friend, and you know why. You know why you feel so angry, so sad, so everything– which is why you’re not surprised when he looks at your with empty eyes.

“Because you like me!”

You let out a sigh, eyes shutting and hand rubbing your face, as if the friction could bring you back to reality.

“You knew?” Your voice sounds weak and small, and when you look at him, face stained with silent tears, you see the regret in his eyes. “You knew all along?”

“Y/N–“

“Just answer me, Bambam,” You ask, voice choking on a sob. “Please.”

“Yeah,” He sits down on your bed, looking down at his clasped hands in his lap. “I’ve known for a while.”

“How long is a while?”

“… a year.”

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick,” You mutter to yourself, feeling your pressure crash as the adrenaline in your body fades. “Why? Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“And risk losing you? I would never!”

“But you just did!” You shout, and everything is blurry. You don’t see Bambam precisely, but you see his outline and you just want him to leave. For the first time, you want him to leave you alone. “If you told me, if you shot me down, I’d still be your friend! Goddammit Bambam, I love you! That is worth more than anything to me– you are! But this? What you did to me? I’m not sure–“

“Don’t say that,” He begs, walking to you and grabbing you by the shoulders. “You’re my best friend, Y/N– you’re my family!”

“Friends don’t do this, Bam,” You whisper, hands softly wiping his tears. “You knew, and you watched me hurt. You watched me go on dates with other men, and you watched me cry myself to sleep pretending ignorance… I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“You knew, Bam,” You repeat like a broken record, and then you take a step back; and then another, and another, until you are next to the door. “You knew, but you never really saw me, did you, Bambam? I was just the best friend that would always be waiting for you, arms wide open.”

“I saw you, Y/N,” He walks after you as you leave the room, walking to the front door. “I see you!”

“You don’t,” You don’t have the strength to shout and fight anymore; what’s done is done. “You never did.”

And you left, ignoring the man you loved the most in your life; ignoring his cries, and shouts, and pleads. This was it. It finally happened and although you’d give anything to go back in time and prevent this ridiculous fight from unfolding, you felt lighter than even as you walked out of your own apartment. 

                                                               ————————————

“Wait, wait, wait– he knew?!”

“I’m telling you he knew,” You nod. “And we had this huge fight and now I kicked myself out of my apartment.”

“Why were you the one to leave?” Wonpil asks sipping his beer. “It’s your apartment!”

“Because I could never, for the life of me, kick Bambam out,” You sigh. “I love him too much for that.”

“Oh wow, was not expecting that,” Wonpil mutters.

“What does it matter?” You shrug and waves to the barista, asking for another shot. “I didn’t like saying it outlaid before because I felt like if I did it would be too real and he’d know… stupid, right? He’s known all along. I feel pathetic.”

“This is the last one, Y/N,” The barista says and you look at her with a pout.

“But we’re friends!” You hug her around her waist.

“That’s exactly why,” She laughs. “You have to slow down, dear.”

“You sound like Jinyoung,” You mumble, letting go of her and downing your drink. “It’s freaky.”

“He is my boyfriend,” She chuckles and takes the cup away. 

“And your boss,” You point out with a wink, feeling the alcohol getting to your head. “Kinky.”

“I’ll ask Jisung to bring you some water,” She says and goes back to her position behind the counter. 

“She’s probably going to call Jinyoung,” Wonpil says looking at you with wide eyes. “Is that okay?”

You just shrug. “I texted him before and asked him to keep an eye on Bambam; so I’m not sure he’ll come over here.”

“Say that again.”

You look to where Wonpil is pointing and you see Jinyoung running to his girlfriend at the counter, and then she’s pointing at you. He’s not alone though; Jaebeom and Youngjae are with him, looking as worried if not more. 

“Well, fuck me,” You whisper, ignoring the sudden need to up and leave.

“Y/N!” Youngjae shouts and runs to you, enveloping you in a tight hug. “Oh my god, we’re so sorry about what happened!”

“Are you okay?” Jaebeom’s eyes do a once-over and he nods, satisfied that you don’t look physically hurt. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story…” You sigh, and they all sit down around the small table. Your eyes find Jinyoung’s and you know he’s worried. “How’s he?”

“Jackson, Yugyeom, and Mark are with him back in his place,” Jinyoung says softly. “But how are you?”

“Angry,” You say instantly. “At myself, mostly. I shouldn’t have blown up like that, guys. I’m sorry I hurt Bambam but–“

“Right now,” Jaebeom says grabbing your hand. “Fuck Bambam. He was an idiot for doing what he did. We didn’t think he knew…”

“W-what?”

“We’re here for you, Y/N,” Youngjae smiles. “Don’t look so surprised!”

“I just thought–“

“You’re family,” Jinyoung says. “And Bambam made a mistake. He knows that now. Give him time and he’ll be back.”

You just nod, holding in tears that threatened to spill. You never knew this is how they saw you– as family. Having met them through Bambam, you really thought they’d be with him right now, but the fact that they are here, holding your hand and comforting you, makes you want to cry. They show you, again and again, how much they love you, and in the end of the night you are drunk and tired and Jaebeom is carrying you on his back to your apartment. 

“Youngjae,” You call out, half mumbling, half shouting. “Tell me you didn’t leave your pregnant wife alone to come here! I will destroy you if you did!”

“She’s not alone,” He chuckles. “She’s with Jaebeom’s fiancee. They are having a girls’ night.”

“Girls’ night,” You echo. “Sounds nice. I never had one… it’s always been Bam and I.”

No one says anything, and you don’t blame them. You just fall asleep. 

You think you’re dreaming when you open your eyes to see Jaebeom on the phone; and then again when you see him letting someone in. Everything is hazy from the alcohol and the sleep, but when you feel someone press their lips to your forehead and whisper in your ear, you start to doubt yourself. When you wake up, there is an envelope next to you, and on it are the words you heard last night. 

“I’ve always seen you.”

                                                               ————————————

You don’t open the envelope for two weeks. You stare at it, you shake it, you touch it, but you never open it. You also don’t hear from Bambam during these two weeks, and you know that whatever is in that envelope is his way of reaching out to you; you’re just not sure if you’re ready for that. The days now consist of working, viciously, until you don’t have any more work to do and you have nothing to do but think about it; about him. It was during one of those weak moments that you decidedly grabbed your camera and went out in the streets, walking to the park and taking sporadic pictures on the way. Wonpil’s words echo in your mind, you see him the way he is. The way you wish he’d see you; and you decide that this is the perfect moment to prove him wrong. 

You snap what is probably hundreds of picture of strangers; it’s ridiculous the amount of pictures you had to delete later, once you see them and frown, realizing that none of them have that thing you’re looking for. And that’s when you realize that ‘that thing you’re looking for’ is Bambam. 

“I have to do this sometime,” You sigh, putting your camera and computer aside. “Might as well do it now.”

Inside the envelope is a letter. And pictures. Dozens of pictures of you; selfies with half his face in the frame and focus on you, pictures of you eating, laughing, making faces. Some of them you remember, but others you aren’t even looking. 

Hey you,

I know you don’t want to hear from me right now. And I’m sorry. It’s all my fault and I know. You know it, too, so don’t blame yourself like I know you’re doing. And stop frowning. I know you’re frowning– stop it! 

I wish I was there to show you these in person, but I also know you are stubborn as a mule and you won’t ever open the door if I just show up, so here I am; writing a letter, like one of those books you like so much. 

Y/N… Do you hate me? Did I ruin us? Because we were an ‘us.’ We’ve always been an ‘us.’ If you hate me, you should stop reading this here. If you don’t, forget that last sentence and continue. I have a lot to say, and it all start back in college, that one night. Do you remember? We went out drinking and then you woke up in my bed. Don’t worry, nothing happened. But I wished it did– for so, so long, I wished something happened that night. I was in love with you and I’m surprised you never realized it. I’m not going to say I got over you because I don’t think I ever did, or else I wouldn’t be writing this, but I do think they fluctuated. When I started dating my ex, we weren’t in love. I’m not sure I even liked her like that, but I liked her in a different way– she made me forget about you for a while. That’s why I would skip sleepover nights. It took me a while and I’m sorry for being so stupid, but I finally realized I didn’t want to forget you, and if I had to silently love you from afar I would. I know you know what I mean. You did the same. 

I didn’t find out through anyone but you. You’ve shown me you love me again and again, and by then I think I spent so much time telling myself that this would never happen that I convinced myself that I didn’t love you anymore. But I did– do.

Do you believe me? 

You told me you’ve always seen me; and that I never saw you. That’s wrong. I see you. I’ve always seen you. And if you don’t believe my words, then believe what you love the most– pictures. Those are just a few of many, because even though I’m not a professional like you, I still love the nostalgic feeling that those pictures carry. You taught me that pictures last forever, and I wanted ‘us’ to last forever, too. I’m just too late in realizing that maybe that wasn’t the ‘us’ I thought we were. 

So please, Y/N, give me a chance. Give me a chance to show you that I see you as you are; that I see you as you see me. 

Come see me, again. I won’t mess up this time. 

Please.

I love you.

BB. 

You are out the door before you can find your jacket and you run. You run the fifteen blocks to his apartment, knowing that if he’s still at work, you can just wait inside with his cats. People look at you in a way that would make you shrink within yourself, but right now you don’t care. You even give a guy the finger, for cussing at you. All you can think about is getting to Bambam, scolding yourself for taking two weeks to read the letter. 

“He probably thinks I didn’t forgive him,” You mumble to yourself, panting like a dog once you slow down in front of his building. You fast walk into the elevator and anxiously waits until it reaches the seventh floor. “Come on, come on…”

Running to his door, you start to punch in the code but the door suddenly swings open, hitting you in the face and pushing you down to the floor. 

“Ah!” You shout holding your forehead in pain.

“Y/N?” Bambam’s head pop up from behind the door, eyes wide and puffy. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know–“

“Yeah, well, I didn’t really call in advance,” You joke, hand shooting up to show him the envelope your finger are holding onto. “Can I come in?”

“O-of course!” He stutters a bit, and you smile, knowing he’s nervous. “Let me help you up.”

He offers you a hand and you grab it, not letting it go even after you are inside the apartment. You hold onto to him, now, throwing the letter and pictures in the coffee table, and dragging him to the couch, where he sits silently, still in shock. As you try to let go of his hand, he tightens the grasp, pulling you to him. His arms circle your waist and he rests his forehead on your belly, hugging you closer to him.

“I love you,” You say. “But you know that.”

“Not the time,” He groans and pulls away, tears running down his face. 

“Why are you crying?” You chuckle softly, grabbing his face in your hands and kneeling in front of him so that you are eye to eye. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“What took you so long?” He frowns. “It’s been two weeks!”

“I needed time, Bambam,” You roll your eyes. “But I’m here now.”

“Yeah, you are,” He sniffles and you melt on the inside from how cute he looks. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

“Impossible,” He whispers, pulling you to sit on his lap. “Look at me. I’m a mess! Can’t you see how much I missed you?”

“According to you,” You poke his nose. “I can’t see at all.”

“And according to you, I can’t see either!” He smiles and you feel a giant weight leave your body. “We are a couple of idiots.”

“We are, aren’t we?” You chuckle, hugging him and nuzzling your head on his neck. “I ran into you and we became best friends; now I ran into your door and–“

You stop yourself, not knowing exactly what will happen now.

“Now you ran into my door,” He whispers, turning his head to face you and ending much closer than expected. “And you are my girl.”

“I’ve always been your girl,” You whisper and allow him to kiss you. 

It feels weird. Weirdly good, but weird nonetheless. I’m kissing my best friend, you think, scooting closer to him. And I love it. Bambam groans and pulls your by the neck, trying to get as close as possible, and you feel a shiver run down your body, and stop at the pit of your stomach. Oh. 

“Babe,” He whispers, lips grazing yours.

“Hm?” You hum, wanting more of him.

“Nothing,” And he’s back to kissing you, taking over you, making you hot and bothered. “Just wanted to test it out. Feels right.”

“You feel right,” You say, pulling back just to wiggle your eyebrows. 

“Don’t be weird,” He sighs, but you know he’s holding his laughter in. “Please.”

“This is all weird,” You say, moving from his lap to the couch, despite his protests. “I’m just following the concept.”

“Oh god, should I schedule an appointment with Jaebeom, now?” He jokes. “Did the door hit you too hard?”

“Fuck you,” You pout.

“You want to,” Bambam winks, partially joking. It takes you a minute to answer, but once you do, he’s already carrying you to his room.

“Yeah, I do.”

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I am so sorry for the delay loves! I hope you all enjoy this one! Bambam is such a lovely idol to write about ❤️ his personality is so strong! Let me know what you think! Likes, comments, reblogs, they all matter for us writers ❤️ thank you for the constant support loves!

[goodtimingz]

dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4. pt5.

AN: i am so sorry this is terrible and i’m pining for this experience. it took so long and im sorry 😭💗 ty for reading

tags: studentlife, jae day6, fluff, college!au, sexual acts implied.

: the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c:

2k words

As time goes by, as my feelings grow, I’m becoming more anxious.

Jae was great at many things, playing guitar, singing, annoying you, collecting hoodies, skateboarding (Ehh), but he wasn’t good at one thing.

Losing.

Which is exactly what he was doing at the moment. The boys had decided to play a game of basketball before their first-year friend Dowoon returned home over the break. It was close to midnight and freezing, but the burn of competition heated Jae as he attempted to steal the ball from Younghyun.

“Park Jaehyung, when are you heading back again?” Kim Wonpil had a way of being annoying that totally matched Jae’s wavelength. It pissed him off and simultaneously made him affectionate to the boy.

Last week when Wonpil had walked in on the two of you, Jae had watched as you scolded Wonpil for acting so stern while he sat there shyly. He would never admit that Wonpil had low-key scared him for a second, because he resembled a bunny and it was embarrassing for Jae's pride.

“Ya, Kim Wonpil you should knock! You’re the one who poured the wine last night!” Wonpil had winced at your voice most-likely as hungover as Jae and you.

Jae can remember the cute frown on your face like it was 10minutes ago. He adored you and he had pulled Wonpil aside later on, making sure to get into his good books considering how close you were to him. 

“Jae are you gonna answer me, or continue defending terribly?”

“I wouldn’t have to defend terribly if someone could actually guard Dowoon.”

Wonpil rolled his eyes at that, stealing the ball from Younghyun (miraculously). “I’m heading back on Saturday, so you have 3 more days with me and Y/N!” A cheesy, shit-eating grin spread across Jae’s face as he received the ball from Wonpil.

“How are you and Y/N?” Younghyun yelled as he subbed with Sungjin. Sungjin was a funny guy to be around and Jae had met him in the cafeteria one day. He wasn’t awkward but he was different to most guys Jae had met. Nevertheless the 4 guys (excluding Jae.) totally vibed and that’s all Jae cared about.

The more times Jae was reminded of you, the more he wanted to put the ball down and text you. You’d been talking all week about how sad you were that you couldn’t go home for the break. He wanted to stay with you more than ever. The beginning of the relationship was always the most fun and he hated being apart from you. He hadn’t even formally asked to be his girlfriend yet and he was kicking himself for it.

,

“You call this playing?” You grinned watching Jae’s face crack a wide smile. The boys paused the game briefly to greet you. Wonpil mumbled, “Speak of the devil..” and you walked over to him for the sole purpose of shoving him gently.

“Now that Y/N’s here I guess you’ll step up your game, huh?” Younghyun teased Jae only to receive a shove from Jae. (You were one in the same.)

You walked over to the seats, too tired to try and distract the group any longer. Jae had told you earlier in the day that he’d be playing with the boys - which was a common occurance, so you’d busied yourself with trying to find a gift to give him before he left you for the break. After hours of searching, Wonpil had texted you to join them for a Macca’s run at 11pm.

So there you were, shivering slightly because winter had finally settled in. Your eyes were stuck on watching Jae play. His laugh, the cute expression he had while focusing, the way his lanky body swiftly moved. What in the world would bring him happiness that didn't break the bank? (student budget was a b*tch).

Everything about him was really really attractive to you and you couldn’t understand how you’d gotten so lucky to have him. Although he had yet to put a label on it, his arm naturally hung over your shoulder when you were together - which was every other day. You always received the weirdest texts from him throughout the day, and if you weren’t together, the night was when you’d get a “You wanna get boba?” “Let’s go to the skate park!” “Y/N come walk with him :( i’m bored.” All of these messages obviously melted your heart and you could only accept his requests.

However, your time together was running short with Jae flying home for the semester break. As the time grew closer a weird feeling in your stomach grew too, something like anxiousness combined with sadness. Without a label, would he still talk to you? You two never video-called unless you were in the same room trying to annoy each other. And even worse, when he returned would he still want you?

Stuck in your thoughts, you barely noticed the game had ended as Jae placed his denim jacket over your shoulders. 


“You’re shivering so much Y/N.” His tone was light while his hands caring, rubbing your shoulders to create warmth. You leaned into his touch, smiling up at him. The thoughts from earlier washed away the minute Jae came into view, which always happened. He felt like home and you were desperate not to let it go.

You both stood and Jae was quick to bring you closer to his side. He wore a beige hoodie and ripped jeans as usual, but he somehow made the basics look so good. “Don’t you wanna walk with the boys? Isn’t Dowoon leaving tomorrow?” You turned to look into Jae’s eyes before realising just how close you were. You could feel his warm breath fan across your lips. Watching the way Jae’s eyes took in all of your features made you feel both flustered and warm. His eyes dropped to your lips and just as he began leaning in, Dowoon’s deep voice shrieked. Everyone froze, eyes on Dowoon who clutched his chest. “I thought I saw a ghost cat, but it was just a real cat!”

Because that was definitely worth cock-blocking. (Read: thanks dowoon.)

After hanging out with the group and eating too many fries, Jae walked you home with Wonpil. All of your soul wanted to ask him to stay by your side that night. He was flying out so soon and he hadn’t slept over since the drunk-blue-hair night, which in your opinion was far too long. You didn’t want to ask in fear that Wonpil would intrude or make things awkward, but you really just wanted to hug and talk for hours even though it totally didn’t suit Jae’s character. He didn’t seem the kind to be awkward but he definitely didn’t seem the kind to initiate the cuddle-session either.

"What's a bet I can stay in your dorm without Wonpil noticing?" With a smirk on his lips and his voice so close to your ear, you shivered unintentionally. Did he just read your mind? Jae watched in amusement, pulling your head into his chest mid step, "Hey Y/N don't get too excited!"

You threw him a bashful smile, egging him on. "You can try."

Wonpil looked back at the two of you suspiciously which in turn left the two of you giggling. You loved that boy like a big-brother.

,

Jae had succeeded. He had to hide behind a door for about 10minutes while Wonpil was in your room, and received a lot of weird glances but it was definitely worth it. The way you stood in front of him in your PJ's was enough to make Jae melt. But he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes glanced around without really paying attention to anything, and the way your hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt nervously.

Something about you seemed off. He tugged the bottom of your shirt to bring you closer, watching your expression closely.

"What's up Y/N?"

Jae couldn't have guessed that would start the water-works but he watched as your face crumbled. Without a second thought he took you in his arms and brushed your hair away from your face. The way your hot tears fell onto his neck made his heart ache, he was confused but the sadness felt as though it radiated through your body and into his. You two had barely been this intimate before, you on his lap and his arms around your waist.

After a few minutes of silence besides your sniffles you pull away from him, wiping his neck with your sweater paws. "I'm sorry, your hoodie is all wet." Jae's thoughts raced and he could care less about his soaked shoulder. He searched your eyes with worry, waving off your statement. Your silence and the way you gazed off into space urged Jae on.

“You look so ugly when you cry, I find it beautiful.” Jae spoke softly, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. (lyrics from their song)

,

You wanted to shove him and glare at him but you couldn’t control the laugh that exited your lips. It was so random and back-handed but with good intention, just like Jae always way.

“You’re not supposed to say that Jae, you’re not supposed to see my cry at all.” Your tone is playful but the tears are still flowing and your voice hoarse. Usually you’d be embarrassed to show this kind of face to the boy you like but it was Jae. The past month had been so stressful and so fun with him. You felt like you finally had someone to mess around with at 3am when you couldn’t escape your thoughts. Finally someone who wanted to be with you without barriers.

The smile on Jae's face washed away his worried expression and gave you the confidence to confess your thoughts.

"Will you still talk to me over the break?" Your voice was meek when you spoke.

It was embarrassing to be so vulnerable and the position you were in didn't help at all. The warmth of being in Jae's arms and the way his thumb rubbed comfortingly on your hips felt so safe.

"Of course I will Y/N." Jae seemed so certain, his words filled with comfort. You sighed a breath of relief, but the suspicion and fear built high in your chest. As if Jae could sense it, he spoke again.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you to be my girlfriend sooner... I was worried you would think I'm rushing things."

The way he talked with a slight pout made you want to pinch his cute cheeks. Trust Jae not to rush things, he either made decisions based on a whim, or after hours and days of preparation.

"Jae, I like you more than you know... I don't know what it is about you but I feel so at home with you." You could feel the blush rising on your cheeks but the words felt so important. You watched Jae's expression closely, happy to see a small smile.

"I know this is kind of bad timing, but I feel it too. I really like being around you, is there a chance I could call a girl like you mine?" It was so cheesy, the way you sat on his lap suddenly felt overwhelming and perfect. Jae was obviously embarrassed but you could only lean up to quickly kiss him before nodding happily. Home. The feeling was back and it was without worry.

"Thank gosh." Jae's whole body relaxed beneath you and he leaned in again, this time with his grip on your waist a little tighter. The kiss began innocent until you felt his hands run up and down your sides, sending sparks in their trail.

You placed your arms around his neck before swinging your legs to straddle his waist just wanting - craving to feel closer to him.

"I'll show you how much you matter to me." Suddenly Jae's voice was deep and husky as his hands slipped beneath your sweater. The feeling of your hot skin meeting his cold touch filled your stomach with bundles of nerves.

Cuddling and talking would come later... For now the only thing you want to remember is the feeling of Jae’s touch and the shared urge to be closer.

[defstolemyheart]

ex - kim seungmin, park jinyoung pt ii

tags: angst, , jinyoung x fem! reader, brother! seungmin, cheating trope

note: a continuation of EX! but this time, it’s more Jinyoung-centric ehehe and there’s Wonpil making a cameo here!

word count: 3.1k 

synopsis:

The one for you won’t hurt you like he did.

So he had to let you go.

–

It was a mistake.

A stupid, drunken mistake, that blew up out of proportions because Park Jinyoung is stupid.

He knew, the moment he woke up naked in a room that wasn’t his or yours, he knew he fucked up.

He knew that, yet he didn't stop himself there. 

He didn’t leave right away.

He stayed in her apartment long after they’re both awake, talking about last night, and the nights before they met. How their lives are beyond her small apartment.

He’s got her number saved in his phone, and his on hers.

She kissed him right as he was about to leave, and despite the storm of guilt in his stomach, he kissed her back.

And kissed her again when they met a few days later, after she asked if he had time to meet. He didn’t, but he made the time to meet her.

And Jinyoung fell right back onto her bed again that night.

And again and again and again. Countless times, Jinyoung would find himself sinking into her walls completely aware that what he was doing was wrong.

He didn’t love her tho. No.

He loved you. And he still loves you. You’re the love of his life, he knew it. 

Everything he ever wanted in life - patience, kindness, thoughtfulness, a considerate heart - every good trait a person can have, you’ve got it all. 

But he often found himself wondering if he was good enough for you. If he was an adequate match for such a wonderful person. For such perfection. And it wasn’t as if he'd never confessed to you of his insecurities.

He had done so, many times. And at those moments you’d hug him and say, in the softest voice, “you’re enough, Jinyoung.”

It would soften his heart, and he’d clutch so tightly on the clothes against your back out of fear that if he let go, you’d slip away. But he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he still wasn’t enough, that he was always two steps behind.

With her though, he felt enough.

She was indecisive. Reckless. Spontaneous. She was flawed in so many ways, and wasn’t ashamed of admitting them.

She was crass too.

She once pointed out how Jinyoung should stop mulling over his thoughts for too long, because that was how he’d spiral into anxiety and insecurity. “You’re just hurting yourself. You need to stop.” she said during the one night he stayed over and he did. He stopped.

She was a breath of fresh air, and for once, Jinyoung didn’t feel the pressure to catch up.

And it tore him apart, how she was everything you weren’t, and he found comfort in that.

And it broke him to pieces, how you’d kiss him lovingly on your date, not knowing that his lips were worshipping over the soft expanse of her skin just the night before. 

How you’d lace your fingers with his, and all he could think about was how hers felt between his.

How day by day, your comforting words felt nothing more than simple consolations, while hers he’d listen wholeheartedly.

It was a mistake to let her in his life. But it was a graver mistake to keep this secret from you, who’s been nothing but loving to him.

He didn’t love her, but he couldn’t let her go. Guilt festered in his heart and Jinyoung couldn’t bear it anymore. So he told you, and you both broke down into tears as he explained. He was expecting a slap, a hit, or even better, a kick, because he knew he deserved that at the very least. Yet your reaction was not one he had prepared himself to face.

Your stuttered whispers of forgiveness and acceptance of his affair with her took Jinyoung aback. Your confession of love, despite the pain he’d inflicted on you, baffled his mind. Your willingness to lay yourself bare under him again, in the comfort of his bed, despite knowing that he’d taken someone other than you in a similar manner, utterly crushed his heart.

You had only convinced him more of your perfection and how flawed he was, and he knew then the cycle would only repeat itself if he continued on with you.

Jinyoung loved you. Loves you. 

But he wasn’t the one for you. The one for you won’t hurt you like he did.

So he had to let you go.

--

Jinyoung shuffles jadedly into his apartment, his whole body is aching, and his right arm is stinging sharply with pain. He winces when he hits his arm on a throw pillow as he collapses on the sofa bed in his living room. 

A bruise is forming, apparent from the fresh red blotch on his skin and the tenderness of his flesh when his fingertip brushes over it. It would look and feel worse over the next few days and Jinyoung is not looking forward to it.

He stares at the ceiling, mind and muscles unwinding from the tension earlier. A sigh escapes him and Jinyoung brings a pillow over his face, shading him from the harsh sunlight that’s burning his eyes.

Or is it his tears that are doing that?

He hears a click of a key, a door opening and footsteps approaching the living room. He shifts the pillow away slightly and sees his roommate who just stumbles out of his room, still in pajamas and rubbing the light scruff on his face. His eyes are trained on Wonpil’s face and his heart and body throbs in pain at the resemblance of his roommate to a certain high schooler.

Wonpil jumps when he sees Jinyoung staring, hand clutching his chest in shock. Jinyoung sighs again and brings the pillow back to cover his face, because his eyes feel hotter now and he doesn’t want Wonpil to see him cry. 

It feels like that kid is the one looking at him, and at the moment, Jinyong regrets rooming up with this best friend of his.

“Why are you up so early?” Wonpil asks with confusion in his voice. Jinyoung feels the sofa dipping under Wonpil’s weight and he shifts, moving his leg to the top of the sofa. He doesn’t feel like answering, but he’s sure Wonpil’s gaze is on him right now.

“What the heck happened to your arm?” Now there’s worry laced in his words. Genuine worry that makes Jinyoung feel awful if he doesn’t answer.

“Your cousin happened.” Jinyoung’s voice is slightly muffled by the pillow, but Wonpil has ears as sharp as a guard dog.

“Which one? Seungminnie?” Wonpil asks again, perplexed. “No way, Seungmin wouldn’t-”

“He slammed a door against my arm. And I think he broke my toes as well, I can’t feel them at all.” Jinyoung wiggles his leg to emphasize. He really can’t feel his toes right now. Seungmin must’ve severed some of his nerves when the younger banged the door against his feet earlier. 

“Broken toes usually hurt, unless your nerves are damaged- but wait- how did that even happen anyway? And why would Seungmin do that??”

Jinyoung heavily regrets not wearing long sleeves. Because now he has to explain everything to Wonpil, who sounds utterly baffled and slightly indignant. Understandable because blood is thicker than water and Seungmin is Wonpil’s favorite cousin, the boy practically his brother. 

It is out of character for Seungmin to be violent, and to say that the sweet boy is capable of harm is borderline offensive to Wonpil. Plus, if Jinyoung tells his roommate what happened, Wonpil definitely won’t side with him.

Which Jinyoung would understand as well. He was an exemplary jerk this morning. Has been for the past four months, actually.

“I tried to see his sister in their house this morning. I thought she’d be the one getting the door cause she usually wakes up early, but Seungmin did. And he refused to let me in, and I kept trying to push the door open, and he held back against me.” Jinyoung wishes he can just hide in his room now.

Wonpil doesn’t say anything for a minute and it makes Jinyoung nauseous, how he’s not responding right away. He moves the pillow away from his face and finds Wonpil’s gaze boring judgement into Jinyoung’s skull.

“I thought you broke up with her already. You told me you broke up with her- no, you dumped her, on Friday evening, after your 5 PM class, at the small cafe by her house because you want to make sure her walk home was short.” Wonpil’s perfect recount of the event makes Jinyoung’s heart hurt slightly. 

“I did. But then I regretted doing it.” Jinyoung’s voice falters. “I regretted not hearing what she had to say on it. I just left her there. And it’s eating up on me so that’s why I went to her house but Seungmin won’t allow me in.”

“Then you’re on the wrong here. Not Seungmin.” Wonpil scoffs. “I mean, imagine if the guy who dumps your sister stands on your doorstep begging to see her. You have two older sisters yourself, how would you react?”

Jinyoung sighs. “I would sock the guy...”

“Exactly. Definitely not Seungmin’s fault for breaking your toes or bruising your arm when you’re the one breaking y/n’s heart and then being too pushy and selfish like that.” Wonpil shrugs. “Plus, you hurt her before already. Pretty sure Seungmin knows about it.”

“He did. He mentioned it this morning.” More like, screamed it in my ears, while cursing me with all of his heart, but yeah. “He knows about it.”

“Okay, then it’s totally understandable that the boy becomes so protective over his sister when the bastard who cheated on her- which she so graciously forgave, suddenly dumped her, and then had the nerve to come to their house just to take his words back.”

Wonpil’s words cut deeper than necessary. Jinyoung thinks there’s no need to paint him in such a light, but after a second, he realizes his roommate is not wrong about him at all.

He is a bastard. A cheating, ungrateful bastard who dumped the sweetest girl he’s ever dated. Seungmin has the right to be angry at him. The bruises Seungmin made on Jinyoung is nothing compared to the pain he’s inflicted on you.

He knows he doesn’t deserve you spare time, but Jinyoung really wishes he can take his words back.

Right after he told you he was through with you , Jinyoung left before you could say anything. He was scared of what you might say, the longer he stayed there, in the cafe that you loved. He was scared that he’d sway from your words and be persuaded to stay. That was the last thing Jinyoung had wanted.

So Jinyoung left you. He ran back to his apartment, lungs screaming for air as he ran with tears in his eyes, sobbing as he sprinted through his two and a half kilometers route back home. When he got to his apartment he immediately wanted to run back to you and hug you tight and take it all back but then he remembered what he wanted and what he needed.

He wanted you to be happy.

He needed to stay away from you so that you could be happy.

Breaking up with you felt like a mistake.But Jinyoung made a much bigger, graver mistake just a few months before and it’s one he couldn’t forgive himself for doing. 

And it broke his heart when you decided to forgive that mistake of his. He’s betrayed you and you still forgave him. While he was grateful that you did that, he was utterly scared. Scared over the possibility that he could make the same mistake again in the future, and of the possibility of you forgiving him, again and again and again.

Because you’re just sweet and kind like that.

And Jinyoung really doesn’t deserve your sweetness and kindness anymore.

But this morning he was swept by waves of regret and the urge to see you again. He was pulled by the current too easily and forgot the consequences that could arise from his reckless behavior. Jinyoung really is a slow learner.

He sighs, pulling the pillow back to his face as sadness crashes over him like stormy ocean tides. Wonpil sighs too, and Jinyoung can feel the sofa bouncing up as Wonpil stands, hear steps shuffling close to the kitchen and his roommate is opening the fridge now. 

Then Jinyoung yelps as he feels a sharp, icy sensation on his warm and tender arms. Wonpil is pressing a cold pack on his bruised arm, and putting another one on his nearly crushed toes. Now he wants to cry for a different reason altogether.

“Thanks, man.” Jinyoung half-whispers and Wonpil throws him a nonchalant nod. “Don’t worry, Jinyoung. Just keep your limbs elevated for today. Take some rest.”

Jinyoung nods back, fully settling himself on the sofa while Wonpil checks the clock on the wall. “I’ll have to shower now. I promised my aunt I’d go give Seungmin my old math notes and tutor him a bit then take them both out for lunch.”

“Okay, I’ll just hang out here on the sofa until I can feel my toes again.” Jinyoung masks his pain with a laugh. Another thing he adds to the list of things he regrets most: being roommates with his ex’s cousin.

“Oh, and Jinyoung.” Wonpil says before heading into the bathroom. “You need to know that, I love you as a friend, and I want nothing more than for you to be happy. I want you to move on from all of this and find happiness. But as her cousin, I really want to see you get run over by a truck and die the most painful death, then rot in hell for eternity because you really deserve to burn.”

Wonpil flashes him a wide smile and then slams the bathroom door with pent up anger. Jinyoung gazes at the locked door mournfully. 

Jinyoung can’t even retort back.

He just wonders if getting hit by a truck is worse than having a broken heart.

--

“I need you to apologize to Jinyoung.” Wonpil sternly says, to which Seungmin replies with a scowl.

“I need you to stop being his friend and move out of that apartment, then, we can arrange my apology to Park Jinyoung.” 

Wonpil sighs, thumb rubbing the knot between his furrowed brows in a vain attempt to lessen his headache. “I can’t do that. He’s my best-friend.”

“Your ‘best-friend’ cheated on my sister, your cousin, and had the nerve to dump her. I can’t believe you still consider that fucker your friend.”

“Language, Seungmin.” Wonpil warns, yet the younger doesn’t seem to cower. In fact, he looks even more defiant. Another sigh escapes Wonpil’s lips and he lets himself sink on the sofa. “I understand your anger, and believe me. I was angry too, Seungmin. I was furious.”

When Jinyoung told Wonpil of what he had done, Wonpil was close to beating him to death with his keyboard stand. That night he felt anger and hatred in his otherwise tranquil self, and he knew Jinyoung was prepared to be thrown out of their apartment and be cut out of his best-friend’s life. 

The bastard’s wide eyes were shaking with fear, and he looked small with guilt weighing him down. Wonpil wanted to leave, but stayed. He punched Jinyoung hard on the stomach and the dick, and cursed hard at Jinyoung but he stayed. 

“You’re a shitty boyfriend, Jinyoung. But you’re a good friend, and I care for you too much than I’d like myself to be right now.” Wonpil said that night. “Though I don’t think I will ever forgive you for cheating. And for hurting my family. I can’t look at you the same way ever again.” And Jinyoung said he didn’t mind that because he knew he would never deserve to be forgiven, and that was enough reassurance for Wonpil.

Wonpil pats on the cushion next to him, urging the defensive Seungmin to sit down. The younger still sports the same disgusted expression, but he sits down next to Wonpil nonetheless. It makes Wonpil’s heart warms a bit.

“I understand how frustrated you are, and how you might think he deserved to be hurt. I also think he does, but Seungmin, you’re better than that.” Wonpil reaches to Seungmin’s shoulder, hand rubbing comforting circle on the younger’s tense muscle. 

“You’re always one to quickly own up to your mistake and fix them. While I also understand that you’re doing it to defend your loved one, you still hurt someone, Seungmin, even purposefully, to a certain extent. And you know that that’s wrong.”

 “You need to show me that you’re better than Jinyoung who waited for months until he owned up to his mistakes.” The mention of Jinyoung’s name has Seungmin clicking his tongue disapprovingly, but Wonpil knows that’s the only way he could coax an apology from his younger cousin: comparing him to the man he hates most in his life at the moment.

“Fine.” Seungmin huffs. Wonpil offers him a soft smile as he adds. “And you need to let him meet your sister as well.”

Seungmin’s pupils are blown up with rage. “No. Not that. Never.”

“You need to, Seungmin.” Wonpil says, voice laced with a mix of fatigue, frustration and thinning patience. “Let them meet so they both get their closure.”

“Closure? Are you siding with that fu- that bastard?”

He still doesn’t like Seungmin’s use of profanity, but he lets it pass for now. “I’m not siding with anyone, here. I just want them to talk like civil adults and close this chapter and they can move on, so we can all move on.”

Seungmin looks lost and Wonpil can’t blame the boy, he’s never experienced love yet he’s witnessing it in its most horrific form. “While it’s easier to just block Jinyoung and ignore him, letting her talk to him and express her feelings to him would give her the closure she needs, and the closure he needs as well.”

“But if they meet again, then she’d cry again…”

“Don’t you think it’s better to just let her cry her heart out in front of him? Or let her curse him? Let her tell him what’s truly in her mind, and let her be free of the shackles of her feelings and any left over regrets, Seungmin.”

Seungmin gulps and Wonpil can see confusion, rage and sadness swirling in the darkness of his cousin’s eyes, and they’re manifesting in an apparent wetness over his irises.

Wonpil offers the boy a crestfallen smile. “Let her let him go properly, Seungmin.”

And the boy broke down.

[timextoxhajima]

I Wish (Part IV, Continuing from When You Love Someone)

Group: DAY6

Genre: DAY6 TRILOGY CONTINUATION (What Can I Do, I Loved You, When You Love Someone)

A/N: After like 4 years of people trying to get me into Day6, I’m finally here with What Can I Do playing on repeat in the bg to help me vibe with what I’m writing. Biggest thank you to the person who got me into this mess, I might just cry with how many things I have up my sleeves now.

"3... 2... 1... Younghyun! I'm coming to find you!”

!Younghyun covers his mouth with glee, listening to his best friend run down the hallway and right past the cabinet he was hiding in.

"Jieun, please be careful down the stairs!" He heard his mother calling out from downstairs.

"Okay!" Jieun's voice rings through the house as her footsteps trace back down the steps. Younghyun closes one eye to look through the gap between the two doors, watching Jieun return up to the second floor.

"Younghyun!" The eight year old boy covers his mouth, preventing himself from laughing. Hide-and-seek is an important game ans he cannot lose to a girl.

"Younghyun~!" She shouts in a sing-songy voice, closer to the cabinet than he would like her to be. Then Jieun suddenly turns to the cabinet, catching that little glimmer in her eyes when she realised he could be hiding in there.

Younghyun's mother can hear the excited screams and yells from the second floor when she assumes Jieun has found her son hiding in his favourite hiding spot, the sound of their laughter only bringing her joy and comfort.

In the night, Younghyun's mother leaves two waterbottles outside the tent they were sleeping in (that was pitched in Younghyun's room) before leaving, turning off the lights before closing the door behind her. Younghyun crawls out, grabbing a torchlight and shining the bright beam at Jieun's gameboy as it beeps to life.

Little did they know it would be the last time they could do that, or even fit into the tent.

Younghyun was a quick-witted child, understood things faster than normal kids would. Jieun's pink-blushed face was looking down at him through the window of the passenger's seat infront as her father thanks Younghyun's parents for the three-week-long babysitting.

"Where is she going? Why is she leaving? Is she coming back? Did I do something wrong?"

Jieun's father squats and pats Younghyun's head, offering the child a look of apology that he will not understand for the next five years or so.

"We'll come back to visit, okay? Thank you for taking care of my Jieun for me."

It's like the adult thinks he can replace Younghyun's best friend when he hands him a toy robot. Jieun's eyes are unable to peel away from Younghyun when the car jerks after her father shuts the car door. Younghyun's mother is desperately wiping her son's face and holding him in his arms while he watches the car drive off.

"We'll come back to visit" is one of the biggest lies an adult can tell a child.

Younghyun jerks awake from his sleep, the alarm jolting him out of his nightmarish memory. Slamming a hand down into the alarm clock, he shuts it off and sits up, fingers running through his hair with his eyes still closed.

Kim Jieun... do you not remember me?

Park Jaehyung and Kim Jieun look a little too close for Younghyun's liking, but what can he say? They had sleepovers when they were 8 years old -- had her father not dragged her halfway across the country then, he would be in Jaehyung's place right now.

Funny how all three new students were all dumped in his class though. Kim Jieun, Yoon Dowoon and Park Jaehyung. Yet, while Jieun and Jaehyung looked like they were having the time of their lives, Dowoon seemed like he'd be better off dead.

"Hi, are you three doing alright in school?" Jieun looks up to Wonpil, eyes halved into crescents as he does his job of being the class president. Younghyun watches Jieun and Jaehyung nod and thank him, but Dowoon's earpieces were shoved so far into his ear canals, Wonpil goes unheard.

"Yah," Younghyun is surprised when Jieun drops honorifics when she calls out to Dowoon. "He's talking to us."

Dowoon gives her a side stare, and proceeds to continue ignoring her.

"I'm sorry, he's been going through a hard time since the move. He'll be up and around in due time." Looking over at Dowoon again, she tries once more to get his attention.

“It’s okay,” Wonpil shakes his head, gently blocking her from reaching out to him. “I get it. He just needs time.”

Wonpil nods, giving Dowoon one more glance before returning to his seat. At the end of the day, Younghyun and Jieun had been rostered to clean the classroom, so he feels nothing but discomfort when she exhibits the diligence she was already known for back then. Picking up the mop and the broom, she starts cleaning the floor without hesitation, without giving Younghyun a second look.

Does she not remember me or--

"Kang Younghyun."

It feels like his heart had just been stabbed by an electric rod, and it takes mountainous effort for him to contain the shock and surprise he was about to barf out.

"Can you do your job?"

The boy rolls his eyes, frustrated and frankly, a little hurt that she doesn't remember him. A painful wincr of a smile shows up on his lips when she comes over, handing him one of the mops.

How many ‘Kang Younghyun’s are there anyway? Do I even look that different? Just what is keeping her from--

"When were you ever this useless?"

His eyes dart up from the table to hers, face blank but eyes full of meaning.

"I'll admit that I didn't recognise you the other day when we bumped into each other," Younghyun's heart is about to lurch out of his chest. "But it clicked so..."

The world is silent for some seconds. Younghyun's heart is yearning to reach out and hug her for he had lost the one thing he would have rather had for the rest of his life. But Jieun would probably take it the wrong way... or rather -- his replacement might not like it.

"How are you?"

The question takes Younghyun by surprise. Why did it take her so long to finally ask this? He, unfortunately, cannot swallow his pride and take her into his arms the way he wants to. 

“I’m fine,” He spits, grabbing the mop and moving off to mindlessly paint the floor with water that he wasn’t even sure was clean. Jieun's eyebrows flatten against her features, confused but silent in understanding. She can only imagine how angry he was, and when a child’s anger goes unanswered, unfixed for a decade... it turns into something of a grudge that she isn’t sure she can undo. 

Younghyun carelessly flings the mop around the space, the water sprinkling on all kinds of surfaces before Jieun runs over, nearly wishing to shove the mop into his face. 

How immature can he get, over something that wasn’t in my control?

“Younghyun--”

“I’ve done my job,” Offering her the most nonchalant smile he can force onto his lips, he raises a fist in a bid to ‘encourage’ her. Jieun huffs in disbelief, hand running through her hair as he leaves the classroom. “Have fun.”

Jieun: i can’t believe he was such a jerk about it

You: doesn’t he know you couldn’t have done anything about it anyway

Jieun: i don’t know

Jieun: i just wish he knows i was just as sad as he was when my dad brought me away

You: maybe you need to give him time, like dowoon does

Jieun: sigh

Jieun: you’re right

Jieun: you’re there already, aren’t you? 

You: yeah, what’ya want?

Jieun: nah, i’m okay. i’ll be back a little later though, had to clean up whatever younghyun didn’t

You: alright

Jieun: see you later!

Pausing right outside the cafe, Jaehyung locks the phone and sucks in a deep breath, the transparent glass providing him with a flawed view of the barista. Failing to remember the last time he had such a huge crush on someone he doesn’t even know, he gathers his courage in the palms of his sweaty hands as he pushes himself into the cafe.

“Welcome!” Her voice sounds like wind chimes and bells. “Oh! It’s you!”

“Right, hi,” Get your shit together, man. 

“I’m guessing two milkshakes?” My God, that smile should be illegal.

“Uh-- just one today, actually.”

“Oh?” Her eyes widen, enlarging all the sparkles in her eyes. “Do you want to try something else?” Leaning forward over the counter, she points to the menu board stuck upright. “You can try the cold brew coffee. It’s a new item and I’ve tried it myself, pretty refreshing.”

“Okay, sure.”

That was too quick a response, man. 

“Alright! Just give me a few minutes.”

I’ll give you all the time you need.

There was a struggle to contain all that admiration and envy for just a single person. When she brings the cup of coffee over, it looks like an angel serving you a cup of heaven.

She smiles not with her lips, but with her eyes, and Jaehyung cannot help but to purse his lips in a bid to contain his happiness. 

"I'm sorry, he's been going through a hard time since the move. He'll be up and around in due time."

Younghyun shifts his weight to the side, brain empty of thoughts besides thinking of the way Jieun spoke to Yoon Dowoon, spoke of Yoon Dowoon. The arcade had an occasional jingle sound to it due to the bell hung on the door, coupled with the rapid shooting from FPS games and then there’s the incessant smashing of game console buttons--

“Get out of my seat, cunt.”

Younghyun’s ears are drawn to the familiar voice -- a big burly dude who didn’t do much but torment the kids in the arcade. He knows better not to interfere so he plasters his attention back to the motorbike racing game he was on. 

“But I don’t see your name on the console.”

The voice wrings Younghyun out of his virtual competition, an instinct telling him to get up and stop the impending disaster. He couldn’t decide if it was because he knew the big guy was a bully, or if he’s figured out that Yoon Dowoon must be related to Jieun of some sorts.

“You little--” Yoon Dowoon braces himself for impact, arm covering his head, until he hears a thud right above him. His eyes travel up, logic taking awhile to settle around his saviour’s facial features as the bully’s wrist is held tightly in someone else’s palm. 

“He’s got a point. Console doesn’t have your name on it.”

Dowoon frowns when he connects the dots, suddenly more agitated that he needs another boy to help him out of his misery. Out of annoyance, and of the many options he could’ve chosen to carry out, he chooses to storm off.

Younghyun smirks to himself, letting out a chuckle of disbelief.

Dowoon finds himself stranded along the roadside after he’s bought himself a little bottle of milk, the kind that his father used to get for him when he was a kid, before his mother had chosen to remarry one of the richest Kims in the country. 

He fiddles with the ointment and the single hard-boiled egg in his pocket, silently hoping that if his classmate wouldn’t appear from the corner and beat him into a pulp the way he probably had been, Dowoon could show some kind of gratitude. 

Speaking of the Devil, Younghyun turns round the corner, slight frustration overwhelming his eyes when he spots Dowoon candidly sipping on his milk.

“You really know how to run away from a fight, don’t you?” He grabs the chair and plops himself down, already ready to shove that bottle of milk down Dowoon’s mouth for ditching him. Licking the corner of his bottom lip, he manages to restrain himself from wincing.

Dowoon pulls out the ointment and hard-boiled egg, gently pushing it across the table. The gesture catches Younghyun off-guard, a second smile of disbelief surfacing on his lips.

“Were you just waiting for me to show up so you could hand me these?”

Dowoon mischievously raises a brow, taking a loud sip from his milk. “Mhm.”

Younghyun cannot help but snort at Dowoon’s daring nature before he picks the egg up and rubs it across his cheekbone. 

“So,” Dowoon doesn’t hesitate to start. “What’s your relationship with Jieun?”

The smile falls from Younghyun’s face, and Dowoon isn’t an idiot. Contrary to his silent demeanor, he used to be known for being able to read people easily. 

“I see the way you look at her, and when you were rostered to stay back to clean up the classroom today... I heard a bit of it.”

Refusing to admit that he’s just been exposed, Younghyun cracks the egg on the tabletop. Begins to peel the shell of the milky white interior. The last few sips of Dowoon’s milk becomes particularly loud when he puts in the extra effort to suck it up, then he throws it in a nice toss into the nearest dustbin.

“You don’t have to hide anything, you know,” Dowoon says with calm in his voice. “It’s not like I’ll tell her anything. We might live in the same house but I know to protect a man’s pride.”

He can feel his saviour’s eyes pierce through his skull as he says those exact words. Good, I got it spot on.

“Same house, huh?” Younghyun takes a bite from the egg. “I’m guessing this is why she moved away ten years ago.”

It was Dowoon’s turn to fall silent, simply because he must’ve been crying about his father leaving him somewhere on the other side of the country too. 

“Why’d you guys move back here then? Only recently?”

“Mother invested in some new apartments nearby, got the suite and dumped us there.”

Younghyun hums, chewing on the egg yolk. “And... Jaehyung?”

Dowoon studies Younghyun’s inability to look at him in the eye. He’s jealous of Jieun’s best friend.

“You’ll find out when you ask Jieun yourself.”