#w. gyuri

[girlscapitalism]

KARA (카라) 「 MOVE AGAIN 」 MOVING POSTER - JIYOUNG & YOUNGJI

[illctaffairs]

🫧 — for @eunoiac ft. gyuri , based on point 1 of this post ! 

" come on , that's , like , four whole years of my life just gone & they were awful , would it really kill you to do this with me ? "

[ybklix]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦

⋆˚✿˖° pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader

୧ ‧₊˚ ♡ somethin’ about him is made for somebody like me ₊˚⊹⋆

♡ genre - warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected piv, car and semi public sex, kinda slow burn? idk bear w me

word count: 3.1k

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a/n: idk, a little something ab changbin as i prepare for 1k event fics!<3 and all my wips omg; just bc he’s so ariana slay

Changbin said it simply, whether or not you would go with him to the gym, via text message, to which you declined, you didn’t feel like working out at all, something about you that day seemed to depress you, but every muscle in your body tensed and your whole being woke up as you read:

uh, too bad

i wanted you to meet gyuri, i'm going to train her now

I thought you might get along😁

You jolted up, perplexed as you read the message from your best friend. Next thing you knew you were ready to go to Changbin’s personalized gym, this time dressed a little less sporty, you hoped to excuse yourself smoothly with something you would come up with later since you weren’t thinking clearly.

For years you had this best friend dynamic with Changbin, an unique dynamic where you never touched each other that way, but you treated each other with such affection that people thought you were a couple and, but knowing that he would be with another woman... made you grow jealous, you couldn’t deny it, he was yours, you were in love with him but the idea of a relationship suffocated you, you just knew you wanted him, his company in everything.

Changbin was a professional and personal trainer, he had clients of very high status, usually... other men so you were more than relieved, but a girl was something new to you. So with a slight shiver in your body, you unexpectedly knocked on your friend’s establishment door. He opened it for you within seconds, confused, wearing his tight workout clothes, making you slightly nervous.

“Oh, hey, love” he greeted you with a smile, “You drove here by yourself? You actually decided to come... but... you’re not dressed to...”

“Oh, no, let’s go eat later” you quickly interrupted him.

“Okay! But... you know I’m kind of busy, will you wait here?”

You blinked trying to think quickly, a valid excuse, something, something...

“Mr. Seo!” you heard a high-pitched but sweet voice, interrupting you and diverting his attention.

Changbin turned with a smile and then saw you. The inner fire of yours burst out in you more.

“Oh, it’s Gyuri, come in Y/n.”

You both walked further in, until you came to see a pretty young woman with two glasses with orange juice in her hands... she was, something else, she had such a bright aura, long hair and dyed a light brown. She really was Changbin’s type, if you knew him well enough.

“Changbin, please, I’m not that old” he joked correcting her, taking one of the glasses, “Oh, this is Y/n, Y/n, Gyuri.”

“Nice to meet you” Gyuri replied kindly with a smile to which you reciprocated the gesture, “Oh, I made orange juice, do you want...?”

“I’m fine really...”

And a brief awkward silence formed. Changbin sensed it instantly and took a quick sip of his juice.

“Well, let’s continue” he exclaimed.

You felt... like you shouldn’t be there, you weren’t even wearing work out clothes, you were sad in your apartment but you went all the way here by mere impulse as you felt Changbin was yours.

You watched them walk away, but Changbin quickly turned to see you.

“Ah, Y/n...”

“It’s okay, I can go” you replied awkwardly, your cheeks warm not exactly sure if from a bit of rage or general embarrassment.

“Oh, no, you can stay, I won’t really train, I’ll just make sure Gyuri does a good job and that the exercises I assign suit her.”

You smiled at him, you couldn’t even answer him, you felt so small, pathetic and jealous. And now you had to witness him, pulling her body closer, encouraging her, correcting her posture, lifting her ass to him. You couldn’t take it anymore. Usually you’re that girl, and you come out of your sessions very turned on by his yelling and flattery.

You texted Minho, your other friend, telling him to call you urgently, to which he initially complained and tried to ignore you but after a few minutes, very confused he did. You walked away embarrassed, pretending to have an important call and walked out, exclaiming that it was a call from Minho. Changbin watched you leave, a little confused... as you were acting weird, quieter than usual and the only time he saw your eyes light up was when you got the call from another man, causing him discontent.

You explained the situation to Minho, to which in a mocking tone, after laughing at you, he encouraged you to finally try something with Changbin, that if neither of you didn’t cross the line, something would never happen... so you decided to take his wise words. This wasn’t planned, you’re usually unproblematic and only the universe knows how hard you tried to resist, but you couldn’t help it, the boy was yours. He always was. Only you knew him like no one else and you couldn’t wait to try.

After an exhaustive talk on the phone for more than half an hour with Minho, whom you seemed to be forcibly holding back, you entered, finding Changbin and Gyuri finishing their session. You celebrated internally; you checked even the smallest detail of both of them was in order, analyzing them with the look that nothing had happened in your absence, and everything looked the same. Only the girl was a little flustered who had a slightly tired expression and was sweating, getting up from the exercise machine.

She walked in search of her tumbler cup with water, drinking slowly.

“I’m done, what do you want to eat?” Changbin walked over to tell you.

You still smelled his perfume, with him not shedding a drop of sweat.

You smiled at him, “I don’t know, let’s just go out.”

You were nervous and couldn’t explain it. What you didn’t know was that Changbin was also giving your long phone call with Minho a second thought. So he didn’t even pay attention to Gyuri, just politely bid her farewell, telling her politely that he would see her next session.

Once inside his car, he started driving, suddenly you found him a thousand times more attractive, the way his hair looked so fluffy, he was driving attractively with one hand and his seat belt squeezing between the middle of his pecs... you thought about what to say, honestly confessing with cheesy words was not your thing, what could you do...

“So... what so much did Minho say?” he finally spoke, trying to hide his curiosity.

“Minho? Ah, nothing.”

“Mmm... well, it seems like you talked quite a lot...”

You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you weren’t paying much attention to what Changbin was saying, but his subtle tone changed something in you... it was obvious his slight jealous tone so you quickly seized the opportunity.

“Uh... well yeah, you know how Minho and I are…”

“Minho and you? Since when? He can barely stand you.”

“Well… he tolerates me enough to listen to my voice over the phone for an hour.”

Changbin snorted in annoyance, bringing his other hand to the steering wheel, giving an incredulous half-smile.

“Anyway, let’s go to that food place we went to the other time.”

“Sounds good to me, maybe I can bring Minho something to eat too” you continued to tease him, enjoying seeing his disgusted reaction.

“Why would you bring him food? If you’re hanging out with me, he can cook something by himself. Did you tell him you’d bring him food? Does it mean you’re going to see him later?” exploded Changbin in emotions still looking straight ahead, unable to turn to see you.

You laughed and rolled your eyes in satisfaction.

“God, Changbin, are you listening to yourself?”

“Yeah so what?”

“Are you jealous?” you smiled mischievously.

“As much as you were of Gyuri” he now smiled.

The gesture was immediately wiped off your face. You couldn’t believe he said that. Changbin started laughing in his typical mocking laugh, coming from the pit of his stomach, his low and sonorous 'hehehe', you found it really annoying.

“Oh, shut the fuck up.”

“Well, that’s the way you wanted to play” he added, parking his car in front of a fence on the street of the outside restaurant which was a street food place, a bit far from it.

You crossed your arms and acted indignant, hoping to get his attention, you were both attention whores. Changbin smiled at your expression, looking straight ahead with your arms and leg crossed. He unbuckled his seatbelt, and began to stirr your arm playfully.

“Come on, let’s go eat, don’t say you got mad. If you behave yourself I’ll pay for Lino’s food too and we’ll bother him later, we can see his annoying reaction when he sees us coming over” he mentioned in an amused tone, begging for your attention.

You slowly smiled and it wasn’t because of his comment, just for the simple fact that you really liked Changbin, and you loved the way he begged a little. You turned to look at him, slowly, scaring Changbin in a good way, as your expression was serious, you had a sweet smile drawn on your face, your eyes sparkled in the slight darkness and... you managed to make him nervous in seconds, you looked so attractive in his eyes, with a look that you had only seen him before for a few seconds when you got drunk, a seductive look almost inviting him to do with you whatever he wants.

“Hey, let’s go to...”

“Changbin” you said slowly; he was lost on you, he didn’t finish his sentence nor did he know what he was talking about, “Bin...”

You didn’t know exactly what to say either. You were just waiting for him to react and come to you and take what is his, with a kiss.

Changbin cleared his throat, averting his gaze from you, breaking the moment of tension and the magic moment where you were hypnotizing him. You would have thought it was cute... but instead you grimaced in disgust... was it that you had misread the signs and Changbin really didn’t like you too? You got so angry that you spat impulsively and without thinking:

“Yeah, well, at least Minho would have known to take this chance and would be kissing me by now.”

Changbin’s face perked up as did his ears at being so surprised, the sentence with the words ���Minho, kiss, me’ didn’t seem to well at all to him.

“Excuse me?”

You moved dangerously close to him, almost brushing his lips, making him open his eyes in surprise:

“That he can read the room and understand what I want” you provoked him again.

“Oh yeah?” he expressed, smugly, brushing his nose with yours, “Then why don’t you go and bother him? But no, you have to be here... Binnie this, Binnie that... I’ve never seen you complain this much...”

“And what could it be that I always called you before anyone else?” his lips inches away, so agonizing that your body throbbed with excitement.

“What is it...? You have to tell me.”

“What do you want me to tell you, Seo Changbin?”

The air suddenly became heavy, your breaths could be heard in every corner of his car.

“Say what you want, you’re free to express yourself, love.”

You smiled, amused about to say the most corny thing in the world, unashamed, about to kiss him, “I’d say you’re mine.”

And you kissed him, being pushed by more than your silly steady wobble. His lips were soft and fluffy, Changbin quickly held the back of your neck gently to intensify his kiss, you took hold of his strong arm; he did it so well, he was slow but wild, taking you into splendid delight. After a little over a minute, his free hand sought to caress your thigh, he brought his hand under your skirt and explored the inside of your mouth dirtyly with his tongue, arousing you a little.

Finally you parted, lips swollen and incredibly aroused from each other, staring into each other’s eyes so lasciviously.

“Oh, Y/n...” he whispered, analyzing every part of your face, “Come here, I’m all yours.”

Changbin roughly slid his seat back, patting his thighs, you looked down at his hand and it was inevitable to notice that he was hard. You smiled broadly and found a way to slide from your seat to his, sitting on his lap facing him, with your thighs on either side of his, feeling a little of his bulge brush against your mons pubis, so close to your clit. You left your hands on his pecs and kissed him again, in a more desperate act, not caring that you were on a public street, you needed him, just now more than any other day, you couldn’t believe it, finally you and him, intertwining, under the night.

Changbin began to touch your body, running his manly hands up your thighs and down your ass, until he reached your panties, desperate, Changbin let one hand squeeze your thigh and the other caressed your sensitive clit, managing to cause you to shiver. You were so wet that it kind of embarrassed you to drop your whole body into his lap, but he loved how slightly needy you looked. Changbin gently bit your lower lip as he pulled away from you and worked more on caressing your throbbing clit; you bit your lip in pleasure as you saw his smug expression on his face, he was more than happy to see a new reaction in you, with your slightly open mouth, panting and your submissive look, suddenly discovering your body became so addictive and filled him with adrenaline.

You gasped harder, you were so ready to see his cock for the first time and decisively to start moving on it, you wanted it right now and you were about to ask for it; but seeing two young people walking down the street through the back window of his car, made you regain your consciousness a little.

“Cha-ngbin” you tried to speak, “we’re in...”

“In a fucking public place, I know dear, so you better be discreet; I’m not gonna take off any of your clothes, you can fuck me like this” he whispered breathy and sizzling near your lips, gently scrunching his nose and unable to take his eyes off your face.

You watched him and for some reason, you just nodded submissively, Changbin widened his smile at your response, sweetly showing his front teeth.

“Stand up a little, so you can feel my fingers...”

You did so instantly, and within seconds you felt the tickle of his fingers across your labia, then moving away the fabric of your panties from your soaked entrance and he slipped two of his deft fingers into your core.

Changbin raised his eyebrows in surprise and pouted finding you tender, your body trembled and you did your best to hold back the soft whimper leaving your lips at the sensation of your insides being touched.

“You’re so wet, love. I think you’re so ready to take my cock already, don’t you?”

He pushed his fingers in deeper, teasing you more, making you lean your limp body into him, enjoying the feel of his fingers digging inside you.

“Y-yes, Changbin, please.”

“I didn’t hear you right, what was the magic word again?”

“Pl-please.”

Changbin thrusted you with his fingers more intensely and rapidly bringing your climax closer and, your wetness spilling out of you, dripping down his hand and onto his thighs and, with his typical smug grin, he pulled out of you without warning, making you sigh in exasperation, but you caught your breath, as you watched him finally pull down his shorts and underwear; Changbin looked to his sides a little guiltily, his heart was racing; his windows were shielded but the rush of having a little bit of public sex filled him with adrenaline again, pumping his cock to perfection.

Finally there it was, something you hadn’t planned at all from the beginning but still circumstances led you to it; his cock, nice and erect and thick, his little trimmed pubic hair in his area perfectly detonating to his rigid and throbbing member with its pink tip coated in shiny precum. The curiosity in you won, stroking it admiringly, from its tip to its base and its soft sensitive balls, you wanted to do so many things with it, take your time, but both of you were already in a very compromising situation.

“Go ahead, baby, ride me” he gasped, somewhat despairing at your sudden masturbation to his cock.

You raised your gaze and lifted your body a little again, bringing it closer to his erection, Changbin grabbed your hips while you leaned on his chest, then pushed the fabric of your panties aside with one hand and with the other you perfectly centered his hard cock at your entrance, finally letting you slowly drop into it, feeling every inch of him stretching your hole and walls; it felt so good in you, that you both gasped at the same time, but it felt even better with his full length inside, as if he was tailor-made for you.

You began to move, whimpering a little, the sensation was indescribable, Changbin finally for you.

“Move for me, move for me, fuck you’re doing great.”

You rode his cock, expecting nothing less from Changbin, but his babbles filling you with compliments made your nipples hard, you wanted to be touched by him, every part of you, completely vulnerable, but for the moment you had to settle for intense car sex, living off the pure sensation and the grotesque sound of your soaking wet core being stirred by his masculinity. Your tiny skirt covered the scene; just two best friends, with the girl jumping on her friend’s lap, panting. You felt complete, you didn’t want to leave him ever, his balls were rubbing against your pussy as he was so fucking deep in you and with your throbbing labia brushing against his body, you were completely rapt, Changbin was too strong to carry you easily and move your body at his mercy, his cock destroying beautifully inside you, you were whimpering in pure pleasure, never stopping babbling his name. You thought you were moving but he was doing his part too, intensifying each thrust into you.

Changbin tightened his grip on you, almost marking your skin, squeezing the fabric of your skirt tightly against you, he grunted loudly and you felt his cock throb in, followed by his orgasm shooting deep into your core, you couldn’t hold it back that long either, you twitched gently a couple more times as you watched him try to recover and you swooned completely into his body, culminating in a shuddering orgasm that altered every sense in you.

You both stared at each other, shaken and with a smirk of satisfaction as if you had won a prize you were aiming for.

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[bro-atz]

IRRESISTIBLE CHAPTER FIVE: ROLLING THUNDER HEAR MY YELPS

pair: cmo!san/employee!oc word count: 2.8k chapter rating: pg-13 — sfw! genre: romance, drama

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About a week after Gyuri and San agreed to pretend that nothing had ever happened between them, work got insanely busy, so it was easy for Gyuri to forget that anything had ever happened in the first place. She poured over the data she got for Wooyoung the day of the server meltdown and began working extremely hard on her latest proposal.

It was the biggest project Horizon Productions had ever gotten, which surprised Gyuri completely because she really thought that the Fever account was going to be the craziest and most demanding client she would have to face, but she was wrong and more wrong. Their client this time was Bluebird Entertainment, which was one of the biggest entertainment companies in the world. She heard from Seonghwa that Hongjoong was freaking out when they reached out to the company to the point where he literally passed out in his office. This client was, in fact, a very big deal.

Gyuri got extremely worried when the information first came through. She knew that she and San were going to be at each others’ throats for the entirety of the project, which fueled most of her worry. Luck was finally on her side, though, as San was the production manager for the account, leaving Wooyoung to be the concept creator. Still, Gyuri was also on the Bluebird Ent. team, but she was basically Wooyoung’s art assistant and only really working on the storyboards.

“Gyu, do you really have work while we eat?” Minkyung sighed as she navigated the pages and pages of storyboards that decorated their lunch table.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll move it,” Gyuri scrambled to organize her papers and carefully moved the storyboards away from their food. “This project is just so critical that we all need to make sure this is perfect. There’s only a couple of us on this project, after all.”

“You, Mr. Choi, Mr. Jung, and who else?” Iseul asked.

“Uh, Hana and Chanmi… Although Chanmi doesn’t have it so bad since she’s just graphic design. The company wants to have the MV and the album cover match in look and “feeling,” so they’re entrusting us to have that done,” Gyuri sighed heavily.

“Okay, well, let’s get some food into you. Eat first, work second, got it?” Minkyung nagged.

“Yes, mom,” Gyuri replied sarcastically.

The three girls began eating their meals peacefully and quietly until they got about halfway through their meal. Minkyung, who suddenly remembered something, slammed her fork down on the table and asked Gyuri, “Oh! Is everything okay with Mr. Choi?”

“W-Why are you asking me?” Gyuri nearly choked on her food— she did not expect anyone to bring that man up, and she was a little worried that Minkyung had found out that they hooked up.

“I mean, since he’s your boss, I figured I’d ask… But he’s been coming to our department pretty often and talking to Mr. Jeong for a while in his office. It’s so bizarre. I feel like Mr. Choi is part of the finance department now.”

“Beats me,” Gyuri responded with a half-assed shrug— she really didn’t care.

“Maybe it’s the account? Budgeting must be insane,” Iseul tried to offer a valid explanation.

“No, it’s too early in the planning stage…” she denied and explained. “Mr. Jeong and Mr. Choi are pretty close, so it could honestly be… Anything…”

Realization hit Gyuri as she explained the friendship between their bosses to her friends; what if San was talking to Yunho about the incident? It’s been more than several days, so that shouldn’t be the case, but if he’s still visiting frequently, it definitely meant something was still up.

“Why don’t you ask Mr. Park, Gyu?” Iseul snapped Gyuri out of her thoughts.

“Huh? I mean, I could, but I don’t think it’s anything to really worry about,” Gyuri said, hoping to thwart her friends.

Her statement seemed to satisfy the girls. Relief rushed through Gyuri’s body— she didn’t realize talking about San would put her so on edge. Suddenly, inspiration hit, and Gyuri immediately scarfed down the rest of her food so she could resume her work on the storyboards, earning verbal complaints from the two girls near her. She ignored their mumbling and grumbling as she finished up the storyboards triumphantly.

“I’ll see you ladies later? I really want to get this checked,” Gyuri said as she waved the papers.

Her friends nodded, and with a wave goodbye, Gyuri dashed towards the elevators. She impatiently waited for and in the elevator so she could get back to her desk and put the finishing touches on the storyboards before presenting them to Wooyoung.

“Wow, Gyuri! These look amazing!” Wooyoung praised.

“Thank you, boss,” Gyuri responded shyly; she always loved when her work was validated.

“And these are the storyboards for all the different proposals, right?”

“Yeah, I followed the three concepts you had outlined, and I do have some other draft storyboards just in case, but—”

“No, these look great. Go ahead and show San then, yeah?”

Wooyoung handed the storyboards back to Gyuri. Bowing her head slightly, Gyuri cheerily went to San’s office. The tiny moment of validation gave Gyuri all the confidence in the world. She was ready for whatever Mr. Choi San had to tell her.

“Well… These look very nice, I must say…” San actually started with a compliment, which shocked Gyuri beyond belief. “But I don’t like what you have going on in this second bit. For this one, I think these two parts should be a little more romanticized, and then this last one is just not quite there at all. Please redo them.”

Normally, Gyuri would have blown up on San, but his tone was different than usual— the proposal must have been stressing him out, too, because he just sounded so unsure of everything, which is very off-brand for the man. For once, she didn’t talk back to San. She, too, wanted the proposal to be flawless, plus she wasn’t the concept creator so he wasn’t arguing with her idea, so she had no problem listening to him this time around.

As soon as she exited his office, Gyuri ran into Wooyoung. “It didn’t go well?”

“Ah, no. It did, but he wants me to redo some parts,” Gyuri explained. “I’m going to redo them.”

“What? No, don’t do that. I’ll talk to San. You can leave them as they are. They’re perfect like that.”

“No, Mr. Jung. I want to redo them. I don’t want to inconvenience you, and I want to execute your concept properly,” Gyuri immediately rejected.

“Then at least let me help. We’ll get it done faster.”

Gyuri and Wooyoung were at the office pretty late, which truly did make Gyuri appreciate the help, otherwise she would have slept in the office. Wooyoung ended up ordering dinner for the two as they slaved away in the office well after it had gotten dark outside, but Gyuri didn’t even realize the time because of how engrossed she was in her work.

“Do you think this scene should be completely different, or can I reuse this bit?” Gyuri asked.

The two were sitting side by side in a conference room. Wooyoung leaned over to check the work, his shoulder briefly brushing against Gyuri’s. The man immediately flinched and jumped back, confusing his employee.

“Boss, you okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” Wooyoung said, his voice cracking.

“Let me get you some water,” Gyuri said as she stood up.

Before Wooyoung could even say anything, Gyuri left the conference room. She returned moments later with water, and they went back to work in silence, the only sounds coming from Gyuri’s sketching and Wooyoung’s typing.

Gyuri was so happy when the two of them finally finished reworking everything. Cheering, she held her hands out and high-fived her boss, his face flushing instantly.

“Oh my God, Mr. Jung, are you okay? Your face is pink,” Gyuri’s words dripped with pure concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Wooyoung assured her as he patted his cheek lightly.

Unconvinced, Gyuri pressed the back of her hand against his other cheek. “I don’t know… You feel a little warm, boss. I hope it’s not a fever.”

“I don’t think it is…”

“Well, we should leave soon so that you can go home and rest in case it is a fever.”

After sorting through the papers and cleaning up the conference room, Wooyoung and Gyuri grabbed their things quickly and rushed downstairs— they were eager to go home and sleep in their own beds. However, because they were rushing, Gyuri didn’t realize she left her phone on her desk until they were right at the exit. She patted herself down trying to figure out which pocket her phone could have disappeared in, but she was unsuccessful.

“Everything okay?”

“Shoot, I think I left my phone upstairs…” Gyuri groaned.

“Go run and grab it. I’ll wait for you.”

“No, no, go on ahead without me. I already feel bad about keeping you so late.”

“It’s fine, honestly,” Wooyoung shook his head.

“Please, boss. I don’t want to feel more guilty. Get home safe! I’ll see you tomorrow,” Gyuri shot her boss a smile before heading back into the building.

Fatigue suddenly hit Gyuri’s body the second she got to her department’s floor. She trudged to her desk to see her phone sitting right where she left it. Annoyed, Gyuri snatched her phone and checked the time to see that it was nearly midnight, which meant there was no way in hell she was going to be able to take the subway home. A deep sigh escaping her body, the exhausted girl started to make her way back to the elevators when her foot got trapped in something, causing her trip and nearly fall. Luckily, she caught herself, but whatever she tripped on fell to the ground. She turned to see that it was Hana’s bag. Quickly, she propped the bag up and pushed it back under her desk, but as she did so, something sparkled despite the dim lighting in the office. Peering cautiously, she opened the bag slightly to see a wrench sitting at the very top of the bag. She briefly questioned why her coworker had a wrench at work, but the thought quickly escaped her— she had to get home, so she didn’t have time to ponder the situation.

Gyuri cursed her luck even more when she got downstairs once more. She left the building to see that in the time it took her to go upstairs and come back down that it started raining, and it was raining hard. She grumbled to herself as she peered outside. There was so much water falling from the sky that she could barely see two feet in front of her. Gyuri didn’t even bother looking through her bag for an umbrella; the last time it rained, she brought her umbrella home and then never brought it back with her to work. She pulled her phone out to get a ride, only to see that her phone died on her. What rotten luck. She sighed heavily knowing that she would probably have to brave the rain. Before she took a step out, though, a car pulled up in front of her, the passenger’s side window opening slowly.

“What are you still doing here?” San, the driver of the car, asked.

The woman failed to keep her annoyance to herself as she responded, “I was fixing the storyboards you told me to fix.”

“You could’ve gone home and done it,” he pointed out.

“Too late. Whatever, it’s done now… Why are you still here?”

“Executive meeting.”

“Oh…”

Gyuri’s eyes flickered upwards as flashes of lightning dispersed through the clouds. She felt her hands clam up, but she stood her ground strongly.

“…Would you like a ride home?” It seemed like San saw her nervousness.

“No, I am very okay. Thank you,” Gyuri immediately declined.

With a shrug, San changed gears. His car barely rolled forward before thunder roared above them loudly, and the rain only came down harder soon thereafter. Fear shocked Gyuri’s body, a little yelp escaping her body. “Wait! I take it back! I would like a ride!” Gyuri cried as she flagged her boss down.

San’s car reversed back to her. “Magic word?”

Gyuri asked in her cheesiest voice, “Ugh... Please, your royal highness, oh please may I please have a ride home please?”

San rolled his eyes. “Too theatrical, but fine. Get in.”

Due to the rain outside, Gyuri wasn’t able to get a look at the brand of San’s car until she got in and noticed the logo on the steering wheel. She knew that she made good money at Horizon Productions, so she knew that her higher ups definitely were making good money as well, but she did not expect to see the Aston Martin wings on his steering wheel. She stared at the wheel in shock, completely forgetting to wear her seatbelt.

“What? Why are you staring like that? Also, put your seatbelt on,” San spoke in his I’m-your-boss-so-you-better-answer-and-obey-me-voice.

“I’m just… Shocked… Is all…” Gyuri responded as she put her seatbelt on.

“Shocked about what?”

“That you’re driving such an expensive car…”

“Oh, this is an older model,” San responded with a light chuckle. “I’m surprised you noticed the model.”

“Well, how could I not know? This is the James Bond brand, after all.”

A smug smile settled upon San’s face. Gyuri had to look away otherwise she definitely would have slapped the stupid smile off his face. San put the car into drive and drove away from the office building into the storm.

As San drove, Gyuri noticed that he was really skilled at driving in the rain, which put her a little at ease. She wasn’t a fan of being in a car whenever the weather was not ideal, but at least he was driving like a responsible driver. This was one of those few times Gyuri had some sort of respect for her boss.

“I can’t believe you’re scared of thunder,” he said to her with a hint of a laugh.

And just like that, the respect vanished. “It’s not the thunder… It’s the lightning.”

“Sure,” he responded with heavy sarcasm.

“Listen, lightning is fucking scary, okay? The closer the thunder, the closer the lightning… And the longer the thunder, the more intense the lightning.”

“Okay, fine, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I’m serious! This is science!”

“Just admit you’re a scaredy cat,” San taunted her.

“I mean, I am, but you don’t have to make fun of me for it.”

San let out a hearty, belly laugh at Gyuri’s admission. He came to a stop at a red light and held his chest as he wheezed out more laughs. The frown on her face deepened as San’s laughter did not let up. “I seriously can’t believe that you of all people are scared of a little lightning—”

Right at that moment, lightning struck with a huge boom of thunder and took down a nearby tree. Both San and Gyuri let out terrified yelps, their eyes wide as they saw the tree erupt into flames. Despite all the heavy rain, the tree continued to burn intensely before their eyes. The light turned green, and San slowly drove on, the two of them now petrified.

“I take it back, you’re right. Lightning is fucking scary,” San managed to squeak out moments later.

“Thank you…” Gyuri whispered back, her body still in complete shock from witnessing God’s wrath.

The car went through the rain slowly as it just did not seem like the rain was going to let up any time soon. Gyuri wondered if it would have been better for her to just sleep in the office instead of trying to fight her way through the rain with her boss. She tried to keep her mind off of the terrifying lack of road before her, only to snap back to reality when lightning struck again. It seemed as if the lightning would have struck them had San not steered away quickly. However, due to the amount of water on the ground, his car hydroplaned and started to go somewhere that neither of them wanted to go. Gyuri muttered prayers under her breath as San managed to regain control of the car, the car coming to a stop slowly.

Neither of them dared to speak as they sat in the car, the two of them trembling like a cat forced to take a bath. Gyuri held onto her heart and tried to calm her breathing. San’s grip on the steering wheel only tightened, his knuckles turning white. The rain continued to pelt down loudly, but not a single person in the car moved an inch, not even when something tapped the passenger’s side window, completely shattering the window. Glass and water flew into the car, but the two remained perfectly still. All Gyuri could think about in that moment was that she truly had the worst luck in the world. 

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idk if anyone here follows up with i-land 2, but i'm gonna dump my thoughts on today's ep here since today was the start of part 2 :0 [+ disclaimer i slept thru the entire ep so if anything is wrong... blame twitter]

• prior to the episode, the 6 girls i thought would make it to part 2 were: jeemin, lingling, yeeun, sujung, yuju, koko

• jeemin my p01 ily 💗💗 i'm so happy she made it through, but i honestly had no doubt about her making it bc her fanbase is so large (myself included... she was my one pick in runext 😭)

• juwon & gyuri making it seem so out of reach for me, but i'm glad they both made it! juwon caught my eye since panorama so i'm glad she's getting recognized. gyuri kinda fell back for me as i oftentimes forgot about her in performances, but she is very talented and i look forward to her in part 2!

• i was very shocked that lingling or yeeun did not make it, considering they both have strong fanbases internationally and in korea respectively. i personally really enjoyed lingling's improvement and performance in part 1. although i was unsure of where i stood with her in terms of debuting, i felt that she would've became a stronger contestant if she made it to part 2.

• LOL i found this brought up on twitter and whether it was done intentionally or not,,, lingling was so girlboss for not speaking a word of korean in her speech

• i'm so sad yui didn't make it, especially as p07, but tbh it felt like it'd be either her or juwon. BUT YUI 🙁🙁 she caught my eye during the unit battle like SHE ATE THAT STAGE DOWNNN,,, ah i'll miss her :(

• i knew minsol wouldn't make it, but it still lowk breaks my heart bc she was always so talented AND her performance in eyes, nose, lips was too unforgettable for me like 🥲

• my current lineup as of 06/06 (assuming ot7 like enha): jeemin, saebi, sujung, jungeun, yuju, sarang, fuko

[very subject to change... the top 12 are all very strong so this is difficult ;-;]

• after episode 8, 06/13 (ot6 confirmed): jeemin, saebi, jungeun, sarang, fuko, jiyoon [honorable mentions: koko + juwon]

i might add more once i can wake up more and yk. Think,,, but please don't hate on me for my thoughts and opinions! feel free to share yours though <3 i'm happy to hear what other people's thoughts!

regardless of whether or not they made it to part 2, i wish everyone luck and i look forward to their future pursuits :)

also if anyone watched i-land... Pls lmk HAHA i'm still recovering from that damn egg show. i rlly told myself i-land would be my first and only survival show... but yeah that didn't rlly work out. i love enhypen though so a W in itself!!

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₊ ˚ ପ ⊹ AN EYE FOR AESTHETICS. just two girls working their magic ( w. @lgctaeha ).

gyuri has always enjoyed halloween.

a lover of all things eccentric, her feelings for such an exciting holiday shouldn't be all that surprising, not when it encompasses many of the very traits, albeit in minute traces, that make up gyuris own personality— really, what other day of the year could one witness others dressed to the nines as any obscure character they could think of and not find it odd in the slightest? personally, it isn't as if gyuri would actually care if she was judged, but the point still remained for others who felt more insecure.

this year, considering the only festive thing she'll be doing revolves around the company ( as everything always did ), she's decided not to go as anything too outlandish— odette was a lovely character in terms of visuals, gyuris own take on her rife with stark white feathers adorning her tutu, bodice, and hair piece. she takes up a bit of space, but that's not a problem seeing as it's only her, taeha, and a table full of decorations in the room.

"should we spruce up some of the houses? a lot of them have already been cluttered with things from other trainees, but there are still a few that have free space for us to work with—" her brows are slightly furrowed as she takes stock of the table. with so many different visions having lent their minds to the structure, nothing really looks cohesive. "oh! what if we decorate some of the little trees!"

[kpopimagi]

A Flower Under The Rain [Part 6]

Characters: Baekhyun, Kyungsoo and Kang Gyuri (OC) Genre: Angst, Romance Au: Hanahaki!Au  Type: Series  Word count: 8,518

It all began with a cough and then, a subtle sting in her chest. Kang Gyuri cried, knowing that in a matter of months, she would be another figure in the death toll of the most dangerous and cruelest outbreak in human history.

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He tucked his hair behind his ear, and it was such an innate characteristic of his beauty that no one else could have a more fitting trait. He smiled, looking straight into her eyes while beautiful memories plagued her dreams. Her body was suddenly flooded with emotions, the heat burned her cheeks, and the hopes of love deprived her of air to the point of waking her up. Terrified that someone was literally sitting on her chest to suffocate her, the more and more she tried to breathe, the tighter the chokehold in her throat was. Gyuri opened her eyes, confused to discover that she was blind. She tried opening them, again and again, only to realize her eyes were already open, but everything around her was pitch dark. In an attempt to move, she was suddenly aware that her body felt heavy and sticky, and as if tied down to the bed, it didn't matter how hard she racked to free herself; she just couldn’t. 

Gyuri screamed and cried for help, but all her efforts got stuck in her throat. Light stormed on around her so suddenly that she had to blink the tears off and find herself surrounded by the familiarity of the pastel-colored walls of her room. Her father was first to come running inside to pull her out of bed and hold her, facing the floor to pat her back. The gagging was instant, she coughed and gurgled as her father kept patting her back in an attempt to help her breathe, but it wasn’t working. Her lungs felt frozen, they hurt, unable to get more air, and her line of vision blurred with even more tears. Amid the scorch in the center of her chest, she heard an apology, followed by a hard struck between her shoulder blades, and then it burned her. Whatever was stuck on her lungs burned its way out of her body, and she suddenly had a red blob of flower petals fall from her mouth to her hands. She dropped it, disgusted at the pulsing heat emanating from it and the way it fell apart, trickling down through her fingers. With the knot in her throat suddenly gone, she gasped for air. However, as soon as she did, the coughing started again. No matter how much she wanted to stop, Gyuri ended up throwing up more bright red flower petals until the floor around her was soon covered with them.

Never, in her entire life, had Gyuri yelled at her parents. There was no scenario in her head in which she could be angry enough to violate them in such a way, but she wasn't herself then. The surge of unexplainable urgency and desperation that took over her body was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. Just by listening to her father's gags and seeing her mother covering her face was like a fuse that sent her in an almost rage-like frenzy. Gyuri squirmed her way out of her father’s hold, kicking and choking as flower petals made her gurgle and tremble in pain. With a burst of strength she knew was not natural, she practically yelled and pushed her parents out of the room. 

“Go away!” Gyuri cried, shutting her bedroom door on their faces and locking it before collapsing to the floor, “Leave me alone.”

That only made her parents cry harder. Her mother fell into full-blown hysterics, desperately banging the door and her father, as calm as he could, tried to stop her. Gyuri could listen to them on the other side, and consciously ignoring their pleas, managed to make her bawl her eyes out in misery. Eventually, they stopped, and so did the coughing. Her breathing leveled out, but Gyuri had no strength left to move, so she stayed there, spent and defeated. The moment she noticed her pajamas stuck to her skin with a substance that left a red tint smearing everything it touched, caused her to cry even more. The first episode and its symptoms felt mild and like nothing compared to the brutal rush of sweetness that she just went through. Suddenly, the disease felt as grave and as threatening as it came. From the thirst and the disgust palpable on her tongue and skin; to the guilt of her horrible screams against her parents and the terrifying trail of stomach juices and flower petals she left from her bed to the door and the most haunting one, to the echo of her mother, begging her to let her in.

Exhausted, Gyuri couldn’t find the strength to move but realizing that the noises on the other side of the door were practically nonexistent, she stood up even if her legs almost gave out under her weight. Utterly disgusted by the scene in front of her, she was driven by an unknown urge and grabbed the first thing that came to her mind to clean the revolting mess on her bedroom’s floor. Pulling a bedsheet, she cleaned the surface, getting as many flower petals as she could under the fabric. Her stomach churned at the sensation of the soft petals getting stuck to her skin and leaving that sickening red tint behind as if the curse wanted her to see just how powerful and dominant it was. She noticed one petal stuck to her wrist, and as she tried to get rid of it, she’d found a couple more over her arms. Tears fell down her cheeks again as she tried desperately to get every single petal off her skin but when she realized she even had them stuck to her neck, to her chest, and even on her stomach, she couldn't bear it any longer. Staggering her way to the bathroom and stumbling into the shower, Gyuri practically ripped her clothes off and scrubbed every inch of her body, desperate to get rid of the red stains that seemed to be engraved into her flesh. After what felt like forever and until she felt clean again, she came into her room to find what looked like a murder scene. By the time she finished mopping and scrubbing the floor, the sky outside her window wasn't pitch black anymore, and her body screamed at her for rest. She eyed her bed for a moment but falling asleep felt like a trap. She wasn't safe in her dreams anymore, and she focused on something different.

As tired as she was, Gyuri's mind was suddenly reeling. She had an idea and knew people did that particular thing and the simple thought of actually doing it felt like an overly romantic idea. Now that she was considering it, it seemed too dark all of a sudden but she felt compelled to do it. Decided, she sat down by her desk, pulled a memo pad, and ripped off a page. She had made up her mind to do it but by the time she had a pen in her hand, she simply stared at the empty page with her mind suddenly blank. For a moment, and it was so fast but the blank page looked beyond scary. It wasn’t exactly the emptiness of that sheet of paper that mirrored what was inside her, that scared her. She hadn’t realized before but as she looked around her desk, most of the stationary placed around her were all flowered-themed. Chuckling at the irony, she could only agree that the cute flowers printed everywhere were only fitting for her situation but regretted it quite instantly.

After the coughing fit, her body ached. Her chest hurt, and her throat throbbed even by doing something as simple as swallowing. Gyuri could picture her lungs being all bruised up on the inside and had to repeat to herself that focusing on writing down that list might be helpful even if it scared her to death. Letting out a deep breath that made her wince, Gyuri put the pain aside and held the pen tighter between her fingers to force it out of herself. She wrote her bucket list. A shortlist of her biggest dreams, and she couldn't stop her tears because most of those wishes involved Baekhyun in some way. Or at least, she would’ve loved to have him there with her, even if it was to mock. If she ever wanted to do something special, she'd always picture him around. Writing that list down was just the beginning. Gyuri stared at the 10 things she wanted to do before dying and couldn’t wrap her head around the idea of doing them without Baekhyun. It was a soft knock on her door that broke her out of the dreary stupor she had been in and Gyuri felt out of place when she noticed the sunlight drifting brightly into her room, welcoming a new day.

"Pumpkin?" Gyuri heard her father ask behind the door.

"I'm fine." She replied, rubbing the tiredness of her eyes, "Just leave me alone, please."

It broke her heart that with a very disappointed voice, her father complied and left her be. She recognized, however, that it wasn't a good idea for her to be alone at that particular moment. She didn’t even want to think about talking. Sleeping was out of the question and any interaction with her parents felt way too dangerous so Gyuri did the next closest thing to functionality, and that was working; she invested all of her energy into it. With the bucket list figured out, and still feeling numb; Gyuri locked herself in her small office. She had her eyes glued to the screen, busy on countless tasks, typing and clicking almost obsessively and nonstop. She might not have had any plans for the future, but she decided it was enough of all the brooding and started to tie all the loose ends she had left. From that moment on, she worked and worked until the days started to blend together. Except for the occasional trip to the bathroom, she rarely left the room while her mother insisted on knocking every now and then to check on her and leave a tray of food. Too busy and too tired to even reject her mother’s attention and her possible nagging, Gyuri tried to eat everything. It was the day she fell asleep on her chair, and the images of Baekhyun smiling at her snapped her awake, that she decided it was best to leave the house for a while and clear her head. She tried to stand up from the chair, but her body felt stiff. She sat there for a moment, feeling her eyes aching from the lack of sleep, and her hands couldn’t stop trembling; however, she had a mission for that day. She could try to rest after that.

Gyuri got ready to go out, searched for the papers she needed, and printed all the documents she had been working on the last few days. She tried her best to leave the house without her mother noticing but before she could open the door, her mother asked where she was heading. That simple and harmless question got on Gyuri’s nerves. It bothered her to treat her parents so badly, but she needed to be alone. She was too tired to give explanations and to have an answer for everything. Gyuri just wanted to be alone.

"I need to run some errands," She explained shortly and left the house in silence. 

However, the fresh air didn’t sit quite well with her. Irritated even by the humidity in the air, she hesitantly checked her phone. After almost a week of ghosting pretty much everyone she knew, Gyuri got overwhelmed with the number of texts, missed calls, and various notifications that blared at her from the small screen of her phone. Putting the device away, she took a deep breath and started walking, but the prospect alone of moving her legs and going down the street to the bus stop made her muscles ache. The ride was just as torturous as she thought it would be, that even her favorite music annoyed her. Gyuri had to keep reminding herself that there were issues to solve and get sorted out before it was too late. Blinking repeatedly to ease the brief burning behind her eyes, Gyuri braced herself and headed to the main building of the company she worked at to deliver her resignation letter. After that, she stopped by the bank to fix her savings account and leave all of the funds to her mother. Then, she went to the car dealership to leave her car to her father. 

Gyuri chuckled to herself. Years ago, she’d bought a car thinking she could handle the nerves to sit behind the wheel, but she failed. She wasn’t even a bad driver; everyone else was, and that made driving too anxiety-inducing, so she let her parents use it. They didn’t complain about it. After all, that car was basically theirs, so leaving it to them was only logical. Getting all the paperwork ready was fairly simple and the easiest part. Bringing the subject to her parents, Gyuri predicted not so much. She let out a sigh as she stepped out of the car dealership and for a split second, felt like dropping to her knees to cry her eyes out. Running those particular errands happened to be a lot more depressing than she first anticipated. She barely had anything to her name. She didn’t have a legacy to leave behind but a laughable amount of savings and a car that had some annoying technical issues, and that was it.

That was all she had.

Gyuri had to shake the dark thoughts aside if she didn't want to break down in the middle of the street. Maybe she didn’t have anything important to leave to her parents but what she could do was to leave everything ready for them.

“Leave no loose ends.” She said to herself out loud.

Feeling a tiny bit better, she braced herself to go to the last stop and practically, the hardest one of her errands. She felt uncomfortable from the moment she wrote the email to make the appointment days before and even more than dreary when she finally arrived at the entrance of what would be her future funeral home. Gyuri had a couple of options to check, but by the time she came in, it was impossible to not feel lightheaded. The employee was kind, maybe too kind for her liking and all she could do was smile whenever a new feature was shown. When they reached the model bedroom, as if driven by her tiredness, Gyuri propped herself up the bed and laid down. It was comfy. It was nice, firm, and comfy, and Gyuri caught herself almost smiling when she realized she was on the bed where her parents could rest during their mourning if they needed it. Jumping out of the bed as if it was burning, Gyuri thanked the employee and left the place with a handful of pamphlets in her hands, and decided that she wasn’t strong enough to handle the rest of the appointments for the day.

Exhaustion was catching up to her, making her feet heavy and her back so stiff and contracted that Gyuri had a hard time walking to her next destination. She refused to sit down and rest because she knew she wouldn't keep going if she did, so taking a deep breath, she headed to the closest coffee shop to get a double americano with five spoonfuls of sugar, and that left the barista dumbfounded. As she sipped her drink, she texted the only person that would never dare to mock, pity, or wouldn't even burst into tears at the sight of her list. She begged to the heavens for him to not be angry at her for going all M.I.A for almost a week and thankfully, that didn’t seem to be the case because Kyungsoo replied to her text as if he had been waiting to hear from her. Gyuri stared at the screen of her phone and realized his fast reply actually managed to make her smile. He sent his location without even asking why and gulping down the almost blunt coffee, even if it burned her throat, she jumped into the next bus, excited to get to meet him.  

Maybe it was the fresh caffeine running through her system, maybe it was the excitement mixed with the exhaustion; she couldn't tell what it was but Gyuri felt generous. She spent all the bus ride searching for the nicest bakery shop around and once she found it, she spent a good deal of time picking the best assortment of french pastries and cookies. Gyuri almost skipped her way to the meeting point with Kyungsoo when she finally got her bearings, and all the rush and giddiness started to fade away, quite rapidly. She had been too absentminded with the immediate task in hand but now that she knew who he was, the obvious sophistication of the place made sense. Aware of her clothes, her sickly looks, and overall presence in such a fashionable place, Gyuri came to a full stop. She texted Kyungsoo, hoping he wouldn't make her wait that long because the people around her were staring at her. She could feel their eyes on her and her shabby self. Closing her eyes to remind herself that most likely, it was all in her mind and the crowds walking past her weren't even aware of her existence; Gyuri pushed the thought aside to focus on something she could control and that was the reason why she was there in the first place.

Kyungsoo had done so much already that her small gift couldn’t be compared. She centered all of her thoughts on the words she would say to properly convey what she had stuck on her chest since the beginning. However, as polite as he could be, he was taking too long and feeling more out of place than a fish out of the water; she looked around, desperate to find him. Growing more anxious by the second, she finally saw him coming out of a building, and he was smiling. It was such a small and pleasant smile that fit his face. However, that smile seemed to disappear with every step he gave closer to her until his entire expression was grave and concerned. He asked something, but Gyuri was so transfixed by the rosiness of his cheeks and the healthy glow of his skin that she didn’t catch on to him moving closer to touch her. 

"What?" She mumbled under her breath as his fingertips brushed her cheek and the warmth they spread across her skin was so nice and pleasant, she instinctively leaned further into his touch.

“I asked," He asked again, tilting her head up, "When was the last time you slept?”

As if he slapped her back to reality, Gyuri realized she probably looked like death. Utterly embarrassed, she stepped back, rejecting his gentle hands even if her body craved for his touch. The severity of the situation rushed over her, making her think that what she was thinking in doing, was an absolute mistake.

“I can’t,” she muttered, mortified to show herself so weak, “I can’t sleep without choking on flower petals.”

“You should’ve called me.”

Nothing in his voice or his expression felt insincere. If anything, his tone was genuinely worried. However, not shameless enough to hold onto his words, Gyuri distanced herself further from the comfort of his company. By doing so, she saw a figure that felt ominously on guard, and focusing her sight, she recognized the face in an instant. If not everyone, a vast majority of the population in the country could make out those features from a distance. Suddenly, she felt exposed to the big, cat-like eyes, the perfect brows, and sharp expression that could only belong to someone as devastatingly handsome as him. She had seen that face on the covers of many magazines and she had to look twice to confirm that Kim Minseok, the infamous editor, was outside the same building Kyungsoo came out of and looking not at all subtly at her, and with what it looked like genuine interest.

“You’re busy.” She mumbled, blushing under the gaze of that man.

“I’m in a meeting,” Kyungsoo nodded, looking over his shoulder.

Gyuri felt herself burning in mortification, and the sudden realization of her self assortment made her almost sick to her stomach. Kyungsoo was a busy person. Not just that, he was an important person that must be busy all the time and she kept on showing up and interrupting his life as if she had any sort of right to his company when she was still the poor stranger he helped in a restaurant. 

“I’m sorry.” She said, bowing the whole 90 degrees.

“Why?” He mumbled.

His eyebrows furrowed deeper into his expression, and Gyuri couldn’t even think. Where to begin? She had to close her eyes to calm down, take a deep breath and remind herself to stick to her original plan which was to make amends for the things she could control.

“I was a bit of a jerk to you the other night, and I didn’t even apologize.” She explained, feeling her determination not as strong as before, “You made it bearable, even enjoyable, so thank you.”

Without giving him any chance to react and make things even more awkward, Gyuri practically shoved the gift unceremoniously into his hands. That wasn't how she envisioned her good deed in her mind, but it had to be enough if she didn’t want to bail altogether.

“Thank you.” Kyungsoo stumbled at his words, looking positively flustered and staring at the fancy cookie box in his hands.

Once again, his gentle smile was back on his face, and it was impossible not to mirror it or not to reciprocate the kindness and smile back at him. As if he had some sort of power and everything in her wanted to avoid and ignore her condition, Gyuri pushed every dark thought aside, at least for a second.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” She asked.

“I will be visiting my grandma.” He explained, his smile fading quite fast, “but I'll be back by the end of the week.”

“I should be going then.” She said, forcing a smile, “Thank you again.”

Gyuri was out of her mind. She knew it the moment she bowed her head and was aware of how rude that came out of her but the disappointment filling her heart was too much to bear. She even forced her legs to take her away from him, but not giving her a chance, Kyungsoo grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving.

“Gyuri, why are you here?” He asked without a hint of irritation in his voice.

“Call me when you're back.” 

Most likely ignoring her lack of manners, Kyungsoo didn’t look fazed by her words. She tried to sound calm and easy with a smile on her face but he didn’t drop his arm nor say a thing. He didn’t even look away and that made the little control she had, evaporate into thin air. Her eyes watered again, and giving up on her efforts to look strong, she rummaged through her purse to find her list and handed it to him. Finally letting her arm go, he grabbed the folded piece of paper and read it in silence. Nervous to even look at him and his judgment, Gyuri stared at her shoes, waiting for what he had to say. 

“What's the meaning of this?” He asked.

“I thought that maybe you could help me with it.” She explained, sniffling and rubbing the moisture off her eyes, “I understand that you're busy so don't worry.”

Just as silently as he managed himself, Kyungsoo folded the piece of paper. It didn’t matter what she tried to tell herself, Gyuri grabbed the list as tears started rolling down her cheeks. Gyuri could’ve never imagined that his rejection would hurt her that much. She just felt so utterly dumb for thinking that someone like him would agree to something as silly as helping her to fulfill her bucket list.

“Why are you crying?” She heard him ask gently, although she might have imagined there was a hint of tease in his tone, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”

“Call me.” That was all she blurted out as soon as he tried to brush off her tears.

Mortified, to say the least, she pulled away, bowed again, and left the place as fast as she could, without looking back. Determined to ignore everything around and within herself, Gyuri put her earphones on with her favorite music blaring at her as she just walked all the way back home. However, the walk started to feel nothing as therapeutic as she first thought. Her every step felt heavy, her back was stiffer than before and the longer she walked, the more torturous the walk felt. It was hard enough to keep her head from thinking too much about what happened with Kyungsoo, but from time to time, when the ache wasn’t that overpowering, she caught herself walking with her head low and staring at her feet. Gyuri kept reminding herself to look up, to push the tiredness aside and make it home.

After what felt like hours and hours of walking, her legs started to tingle uncomfortably, and that wasn’t anywhere near to the gentleness and warmth of Kyungsoo’s touch. Too tired to fight against her mind, she openly recalled the feeling. The memory alone of his hand on her cheek made her cheeks warm all over again with a pleasant fuzziness that only his mere fingertips could wake in her. Gyuri was so immersed in her memories about the writer that she suddenly recognized her bearings. She was walking the remaining couple of blocks to her house and she came to a full stop when she recognized the car parked outside by the entrance. That red car was so familiar to her that she could recognize it even miles away, and that same thought made her knees feel as weak as ever because it only meant that Baekhyun was home and waiting for her. However, Gyuri wasn’t ready to face him yet. She was too exhausted and drained to even properly formulate a coherent sentence. She thought about turning around and going somewhere else, but he was already coming out of the car, and smiling brightly at her, just like in her dreams.

He was back to his usual fashion; oversized clothes and ugly sneakers and his hair, quite unkempt and simply over his forehead. For a split second, it annoyed her. It bothered her that he wouldn’t even try to look a bit better for her just like he did with Mina when she had to remind herself that Mina was the actual girlfriend and not her. Gyuri had to shake her head to get rid of the ridiculousness of that thought.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, trying her best to not look at him as she reached the gate.

“Skipping work I see.” He pointed out.

Gyuri hated the amusement in his tone and almost snickered at the comment. She didn’t have a job anymore but she couldn’t mention that piece of information without having him interrogating her about it. She simply rummaged through her purse, looking for her keys as an excuse to ignore him.

“Gyuri, I know you like the back of my hand.” He said as he came closer, “Your boss is getting too indulgent if he’s letting you be offline at this time.”

“I had a meeting.” She mumbled, and she wasn’t exactly lying.

“Were you crying?” He asked out of nowhere, only for her to realize how close he actually was.

Baekhyun was right by her side and Gyuri froze on the spot, taken aback, and she could only curse at him in her mind. She hated that he knew her so well, that he could see through every mask and facade she tried to pull. Her eyes watered again in frustration, and her anger shifted from him to herself, and her incapability to stay unfazed under his gaze. Her body and her instincts noticed his reaction. Just like he knew her, Gyuri knew Baekhyun like the back of her hand, and the way his body shifted and his entire essence softened at the vulnerability of her state. Surprisingly, he did the most Baekhyun thing to do.

“I’ve been feeling like getting something good to eat.” Baekhyun changed the subject, diverting his attention from her and leaning against his car. “It’s been a while since we went to a new place.”

Unable to believe he wasn’t fussing over her, and her emotional slip, she stared at the beautiful man in front of her as he held his chin in a pensive manner that was adorable in a certain way. She was frozen there, admiring his consideration, and a huge chunk of her heart, adoring his attention.

“What about something warm and nice, something like a beef stew?” He kept on, and the moment his eyes found hers, she realized something big. “It’s on me, what do you think?”

Baekhyun smiled but said smile never reached his eyes. He stared at her, intently and thoroughly, and Gyuri had to give up. He knew. His searching eyes saw it all and just like her, he looked like a man on a mission.

“You either get in the car,” Baekhyun started, his eyes fixed on her and his tone not as gentle as before, “or we’ll stay here in the middle of the street until you tell me everything about the asshole that is making you cry.”

Writing her bucket list, arranging everything for her funeral, and even asking for Kyungsoo’s help felt like a trivial task compared to what Baekhyun just suggested. Feeling a thrill going down her spine at the possibility, and as if controlled by another invisible force, Gyuri went straight to the car and got in. The weariness grew when she thought she heard him chuckle which wouldn’t be new to her. He always managed to have his way but never in her life, she felt as wary and exposed as she felt there, waiting for him to walk around the car. Gyuri couldn’t keep avoiding him forever, she was aware of that. Eventually, she would have to confront him, to talk to him and not to succumb to his voice; to touch him and not melt in an instant, and to look him in the eye and not die trying. Unable to utter a single word, Gyuri ignored the commotion happening inside her heart and lost any focus on anything. She felt her body succumbing to the shivers of the possibilities of what could happen next. 

“You are hiding something from me,” He said out of the blue as he turned the engine on and drove away.

“No, I’m not.” She lied bluntly, although it burned another bit of her heart.

Baekhyun made a face, unsatisfied with the answer but didn’t go any further when his cell phone buzzed with a text. Right in front of her, Gyuri saw his attention and entire expression shift at whatever was on his screen, taking her chance, she also grabbed her phone. As swiftly as she could, she frantically wrote the texts that felt like her last words.

Kyungsoo? He wants to talk. He knows. I know he does. This might be it. I can feel it

Are you ready?

No

Where are you?

“Start talking.” Baekhyun snapped her out of her agonizing texting.

In a moment of panic, Gyuri shoved her phone under her leg, afraid that Baekhyun might snatch it from her as he usually did. He eyed her suspiciously but remained quiet, waiting for her to talk. But what could she say exactly? She couldn’t tell him the truth without breaking his heart, and lying was by far worse. Gyuri stayed quiet for so long, Baekhyun kept stealing glances at her until he had to call her name out loud.

“What do you want me to say?” She argued, genuinely lost and without a clue of what to do.

“About this new guy.” He started. “What's up with him?”

“Nothing.”

“What do you mean with nothing?” He retorted, clearly annoyed, “Who the hell is he? Where did he come from? What does he want?”

Gyuri fell quiet again, thinking about Kyungsoo with every question her best friend asked and a part of her wanted him so badly to be more than just a charitable soul that took pity on her one day. She wanted to say he was a friend. Damn, she wanted to have the freedom to say that maybe, he could be more than a friend one day.

“Are you two dating?” Baekhyun asked and Gyuri shook her head. “Is he telling you to keep it a secret?”

Her head snapped around to look at her friend in disbelief at the suggestion and she felt an unnatural urge to defend the man, and that made Baekhyun's expression change.

“Why would he ask that?” 

“Kang Gyuri! You have to be kidding me! You got yourself in an abusive relationship, didn’t you?” He gasped dramatically and effusively even if what he was saying sounded beyond ridiculous, “You just can’t see it yet.”

“And yet, you are the one that forced me into his car to scold me over nothing,” Gyuri gave him a disgruntled look, just overall weirded out by his attitude, “He’s a good friend of mine that has been there for me when I need it.”

Cursing under his breath, Baekhyun parked the car and it took a couple of seconds for Gyuri to realize why. As soon as she realized how that came out, she knew she was done for. Her chances of coming out alive off that car were suddenly reduced to none.

“When you needed it?” He asked with a tone that sounded so foreign to her, “Are you listening to yourself?”

For a split second, Gyuri tried to ponder on her words but just as fast as the thought was planted on her head, she had to remind herself of her situation. She was aware of what she said, the way she said it, and what it meant to her. As much as she loved Baekhyun, as in right then and there, if he knew the truth, he could easily kill her with just a couple of sweet words or a heartfelt compliment.

“But I am your best friend.” He mumbled as if he had to convince himself about that particular affirmation.

As if she wasn't even there, Baekhyun started babbling to himself about the strength in the bond of their friendship, and by that point of the conversation, Gyuri decided it wasn’t worth it to keep going. Especially when she wanted Baekhyun to stay oblivious of her condition so she would only leave him to stew in his assumptions. Struggling to break the seemingly flattering spell Baekhyun had on her, Gyuri searched for a grounding point outside the car. Whatever it was, it had to be strong enough for her to ignore the softness in which he kept reminding her of all the great moments they had spent together. When she found the object, some random and perfectly rounded bush, she stared at it and only it, and ignored everything else.

“I mean, you’ve been going out a lot with him, right?” He changed the subject to her suspicious relationship with Kyungsoo, “It’s obvious by the way he touches you.”

Her grounding bush wasn’t working because no matter how much she tried to ignore him, she listened to Baekhyun. She had to hold back the tears as he kept ranting about how sketchy and boring the writer seemed to be.

“Fine,” he paused for a moment, softening his tone, “let’s say he isn’t a manipulative jerk. Do you like him?”

The question distracted her from her emotions for a moment and let her indulge herself on actually, considering the prospect of feeling a certain way about Kyungsoo. Everything in her instantly wanted that possibility. She wanted to have the chance of liking him. Kyungsoo wasn’t just polite. He was nice, caring, and gentle. He was handsome as well and on a very surface level, she did like him, so she nodded. Baekhyun instantly groaned in annoyance.

“Well, don’t. It’s too dangerous.” He ordered, anxiously tapping his delicate fingers on the steering wheel. “If you're too nice with him, you’ll mislead him and he might catch that nasty curse.”

As if he had dropped a bucket of ice-cold water over her, Gyuri looked at him, horrified. Her breathing stuck in her throat and the deadly hold on her heart tightened, making her wince. Gyuri couldn’t hold back anymore and tears fell down her cheeks. So she caught that curse simply because Baekhyun was nice to her.

“You can’t be that nice in times like this.” He added, pressing his lips together in an awkward smile filled with resignation, “Do you want to have that weight on your conscience?”

Gyuri got out of the car, pain coursing through her chest as the sweetness took slowly over the atmosphere. Almost dropping the tin box, she managed to open it and get a couple of candies into her mouth. Still walking, she pulled her cellphone out and sent her location to Kyungsoo. She never stopped walking as she tried to breathe deeply and massaged her chest to stop the knot from getting in the middle of her throat. Of course, Baekhyun went after her, although she wished he wouldn't. He called her, his voice felt so desperately sorry and worried that she had to stop her escape. She had no power over her heart whenever he said her name in that way but another part of her, the part that wanted to live a little longer took over.

"Yah, where are you going!?" Baekhyun nagged her with his beautiful face scrunched in annoyance, "the beef stew place is that way."

Those exact words and the flimsy and brief relief the candies gave her body, were what she needed to fight pain and for a moment, it seemed like Baekhyun noticed the change in her attitude. 

“Baekhyun, I’m bound to get friends of my own,” Gyuri said and had to scrape every bit of courage she could to say the next thing. “One day, I’ll find someone I like enough to date and fall in love with and hopefully…” she choked on her tears, “hopefully, that someone will love me back just as much.”

Very few times, she’d see him as still as she did at that moment. He was just looking at her, his arms fell to the sides of his body and nothing in his expression gave her any clue of what was going through his mind. His silence only encouraged her and wondered if she was petty enough to bring the subject up.

“I don’t need your permission to go out with my friends,” She decided to keep on, holding on to the strap of her purse as if she could die if she didn’t, “just like you don’t need my permission to date.”

“That’s different.” He finally said under his breath as his brows furrowed.

“How’s so?”

As if the question slapped him in the face, Baekhyun looked at her, stunned. He opened his mouth to answer the question but it looked like he couldn't work his words out.

“How is it different?” She insisted, her voice breaking.

That set Baekhyun in motion and Gyuri recognized right away that maybe she shouldn't have pressured him to answer. She couldn't help the mess of feelings bottling up inside her anymore and apparently, neither did Baekhyun because his face changed. He walked up to her, and his glaring eyes were scary and the menacing stance of his entire posture made her step back instinctively. The action didn't go unnoticed by Baekhyun and it felt like it only managed to fuel his anger.

“It's so annoying when you get all emotional.” He spat, making a face, filled with disgust, and walked away, leaving her behind.

Blinking the tears away, Gyuri took a deep breath and turned around, walking away as well. By no chance, she wanted to risk the possibility of dropping dead in the middle of the sidewalk and become another number in the long list of poor souls that died out in the open. She refused to be part of the sick show and found a place to sit. She breathed in and out, with her hand over her watch, she worked herself to calm down while she waited for Kyungsoo. She texted him her new location, even though it wasn't that far from where Baekhyun parked and waited patiently for the writer to arrive. She closed her eyes, struggling to hold back the mess of emotions the recent conversation brought up. Thankfully, in a couple of minutes, a brand new car pulled over, and she bolted to the door, bawling her eyes out as soon as she got into the car.

What she didn’t know was that Baekhyun came back for her. Just as fast as her words made him snap, he realized how mean and hurtful, and how much of an idiot he was for talking to Gyuri in that way. He was angry at himself. At first, he was angry at her for putting him on the spot, and then, he was just scared to death of hurting her and ruining everything. He was just a couple of blocks away when he realized he had to go back. Baekhyun cursed under his breath when he turned around and found himself stuck up in the traffic. He wasn’t even that far and it would’ve taken him less than a minute to go back but he could barely move forward. He could even see the spot he parked at first, and rubbing his face in annoyance, he gripped onto the steering wheel, begging for Gyuri to wait for him but he wasn’t as lucky. She wasn’t going to wait for him and he understood it when he saw her from his car. He could see her from a distance, waiting and looking around as if expecting something or someone to arrive. Suddenly taken over by an emotion he couldn’t pinpoint, Baekhyun saw in disbelief, a car parking near his best friend and her getting into it without a single trace of hesitation.

***

Gyuri had been too out of herself, sobbing as quietly as she could, that she hadn't paid any attention to where Kyungsoo was taking her. She wondered when he would start to get annoyed by her helplessness and the constant need for someone to come to her rescue.

“Where are we?” She asked, not really that interested in the answer but forwarding the appropriate question in that type of social setting.

As if suddenly awake of a deep slumber, Gyuri sat straight when Kyungsoo parked the car in an almost empty gravel lot. When she leaned forward the dashboard, she finally saw the traditional building rising behind the stone walls.

“Tea.” That was all Kyungsoo said with a smile, before getting out of the car.

By all means, Gyuri didn’t mind. A cup of tea felt like an excellent idea, and jumping out of the car, she followed him to the gate where he pulled a rope tied to a bell. Soon after, a woman in uniform opened the gate and let them in. Gyuri almost gasped in awe as the woman led them further into the hallways of the traditional house. Kyungsoo exchanged a few pleasantries with the employee until they arrived at the door of what seemed like a private booth. The woman slid the door open and Gyuri finally gasped out loud. Kyungsoo let her step in first to the booth, which was more like a small pavilion built just above a pond. The rest of the house was set up with small booths flanking the rims of the pond and in which she could see people chatting their time away. Gyuri simply looked around, astonished and taking in the beauty of such a peaceful place.

“How on earth did you find this place?” She asked as she leaned over the wooden railings to find koi fishes swimming around.

“I took on the tea ceremony as a hobby last year.” He explained as they settled themselves at the small table in the middle of the pavilion.

As soon as they were in front of each other, the atmosphere was awkward. It wasn’t as if Gyuri didn't feel comfortable around him. She felt incredibly safe in his company that she didn’t mind the silence between them, but what made her squirm on her spot was the way she looked. Self-conscious of her bloated eyes, messy hair, and overall unkempt look, Gyuri nagged herself. Even though she knew Kyungsoo wouldn’t dare to point it out, she felt just as ugly as ever. Thankfully, as if nature knew of her struggle, the sky darkened and in a blink of an eye, started raining. Much to Gyuri's delight, and Kyungsoo's amusement, she couldn't help herself but to crawl to the edge of the canopy and put her hand out to the rain.

“Why do you like the rain so much?” Kyungsoo asked as he started to prepare the tea.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She asked instead and Kyungsoo simply shrugged at the question. “It’s like music.”

If Gyuri thought the writer would question her reasoning, he didn't. Kyungsoo simply nodded and he slouched his back just a bit to wait for the infusion to be ready. She found herself mirroring his posture and accommodated herself more comfortably by the railing to watch the rain pouring over the pond.

“The world seems to quiet down when it's raining.” She said, closing her eyes to let the sounds surround her, “Soft enough to be comforting but also loud enough to wash away my fears.”

“It’s usually associated with solitude.”

“Yeah, you can say it is.” She agreed and looked over at him to see if there was any trace of judgment in his eyes.

Not that Gyuri could check because Kyungsoo was already pouring the tea in the cups. Gyuri observed every of his slow and methodical movements with attention and was awed by his patience to follow the procedure. Once the two small porcelain cups were filled, Kyungsoo pushed one closer to her.

“Why would you like that if you don’t want to be alone?” He asked as if he was just still talking about the weather, “It's on your list.”

Disarming every single one of her arguments, Gyuri felt small. Kyungsoo was right. Every single one of her wishes involved other people. Her bucket list was about connecting with people and getting close to them.

“It isn't an option for me,” She replied, grabbing the cup with both hands and bringing it close to her face.

Gyuri hoped that such a small and delicate porcelain cup could work as a shield big enough to hide her insecurity from the writer but by the way he just stared at her, she knew she couldn't. 

“Who made you believe that?” He whispered.

By the worry in his voice, Gyuri felt her eyes filling with tears and looked away, trying to find an answer. No matter how much she tried to come up with something clever and confident to say, she didn't have anything. She simply stayed quiet, lost on the rain splatters on the pond and hoping that Kyungsoo wouldn't try to pry further into it 

“Maybe that's why I like it so much.” Gyuri added after a while, trying to divert the conversation to a more pleasant subject, “I can enjoy it all by myself.” 

“For someone who claims they can't talk to strangers,” Kyungsoo added, also staring out to the pond with a renewed interest, “you express yourself very well.”

“You’re a good listener.” Gyuri added with a chuckle, “Give yourself some credit.”

She had the best of intentions with her observation and never meant to embarrass Kyungsoo in any way, but the blush that flared his cheeks was surprising. He didn’t smile widely and brightly as he usually did when she said something funny. As if her words resonated deeper than she intended, he seemed to take them at heart and lowered his head to bring the cup of tea up to hide the smile on his lips. Suddenly, as she observed the writer, Gyuri remembered what Baekhyun asked and she wished her attention wasn’t so consumed by him. She wouldn’t be that tired. She wouldn’t feel so done with everything, and as if in some way sadness could actually crush her in real life, she felt her body give up. She felt too heavy and aching to even try to fight the sensation that she had to leave the cup aside and lay down on the floor. It wasn’t appropriate for the place, but Gyuri was too exhausted to care. When her spine felt like it could snap at any moment, the hardness and evenness of the wooden floor were like the most comfortable surface on earth and Gyuri felt her body appreciate the rest.

“Kyungsoo,” Gyuri started, slowly and carefully of her following words, “You asked me if he’s worth it.”

There was no other sound around them other than the rain. Gyuri could see him staring at her from the corner of her eye, and she had it easy to put everything inside her in order. She had it clear. Yes, Baekhyun could be annoying, headstrong, and short-tempered. But it was that same stubbornness that made him the most loyal, loving, and trustworthy person she’d ever met, sometimes he just happened to be too dumb to put two and two together.

“He is.” She whispered as tears fell by the sides of her face. 

As if saying those words could activate something in her, Gyuri felt herself crumbling into pieces and she let it take over. The roots that were wrapped around her heart switched and she felt them advancing. It wasn’t a new feeling, she’d felt the sting of the roots piercing through her flesh before but this time, as she lowered every barrier like Kyungsoo had been telling her all along, it didn’t hurt. She felt it, yes but there was no pain and she realized he was right. She had to stop fighting it back, however, as much as she didn’t want to feel pain anymore, she was more afraid about everything coming to an end so soon.

“He is worth it.” She repeated to herself in a small effort to overcome the fear, “I just don’t want to die...yet.”

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1024UB CHAPTER SEVEN: LAST RESORT

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RODDIES group chat — 10 online

hongkong: who’s alive hongkong: i need help kikiki: we* kikiki: we have an important deadline hongkong: we need someone to sing hongkong: asap hwaa: dealing w children hongkong: wha? gyuday: he’s a ta hongkong: oh, right yoohoo: class yeoman: i pulled antohter allnighter yeoman: ine ed slep choosan: im meeting w a prof choosan: but i can be there in like 2 hours kikiki: no we need someone now wooah: i have to clean up the lab wooah: i blew something up wooah: again… apple: i can come! kikiki: don’t you dare kikiki: you rolled your ankle kikiki: don’t re-roll it apple: :’( issei: redoing yunho’s lab report gyuday: damn is it that bad issei: yes. gyuday: i’m not really doing anything rn kikiki: … hongkong: … gyuday: damn okay i thought you had a deadline bye hongkong: sorry sorry we really do need someone pls come down here asap

Gyuri glared at her phone before angrily grabbing her bag and leaving her apartment. The studio was on campus, which was great, but it was all the way on the other end of campus. The university did that on purpose— the far lot was the quietest, and their soundproof rooms weren’t all that great, so the less outside noise the better. Gyuri broke into a light jog to get to the studio.

She arrived right in front of the studio Mingi and Hongjoong were in, only to almost get hit in the face by Mingi opening the door.

“You couldn’t have waited for me to knock?” Gyuri held her nose.

“Sorry, Joong is just stressing out, so I’m stressing out. We kept checking for you like every ten seconds,” Mingi explained.

“Great, you’re here. Let’s start,” Hongjoong rushed them.

Before Gyuri entered the studio, Mingi had a warning for her: “When he’s working like this, he can get kind of bitchy and snap, but don’t take it personally. He’s always like this when he’s pressed for time.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I get it.”

Mingi let Gyuri in, and Hongjoong stood before her with the most intense look she had ever seen on his face. Angry wouldn’t even be the right word to describe it— it was more like motivated-determined-stressed-angry. His eyebrows were so intense as well, and Gyuri found herself with a new respect for his eyebrows and facial structure overall.

That respect vanished two seconds after Hongjoong opened his mouth and asked skeptically, “Do you even know how to read sheet music?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever recorded a song before?”

“No.”

“Ugh, okay. Can you even sing well?

“Yes.”

“…We’ll see.”

Gyuri felt her eyebrow twitch. Her first instinct was to knock Hongjoong in the head with her fist, but Mingi did warn her that he was going to be a little bitchy (although this was definitely more than just a little bitchy). She entered the booth and stood with her eyes locked on Mingi as she tried to calm down— she was not only annoyed with Hongjoong’s behavior, but also nervous as hell because this was a lot more daunting than she imagined. She could just feel Hongjoong’s judging stare burning a hole right through her. She did her best to familiarize herself with the sheet music before putting the headphones on.

“Ready?”

She shot him a thumbs up. She heard the guide start, and she sang along to the best of her ability despite this being a cold read for her. It’d been a while since she had actually sung a song (or read sheet music for that matter) and she was also super nervous about Hongjoong’s feedback. Of course, her vocation wasn’t to become a musical artist, but she just really wanted Hongjoong’s validation.

The verse ended. Gyuri took her headphones off and looked up from the sheet music to see both Mingi and Hongjoong sporting the same comical surprised expression. She nodded her head at them, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Mingi gestured for her to exit the booth, so she did.

“What is it? Did I mess it up?”

“Why the fuck haven’t you sang for us earlier?!” Hongjoong yelled at her.

“You never asked?” Gyuri was completely taken aback.

“What I meant to say is: Why the fuck do you sound like a drowning whale when we go for karaoke?!”

“I’m always drunk when we go for karaoke! Do you expect me to sing beautifully all the time?”

“Yes!” both Hongjoong and Mingi answered.

“Shut up! Let’s just get this over with,” Gyuri rolled her eyes. “What do you need me to fix?”

Hongjoong explained to Gyuri what he wanted from the first verse and the rest of the piece, and he was being considerably less bitchy, much to Gyuri’s surprise. “I know that this is probably your first time recording, so it doesn’t need to be perfect. Don’t worry too much about the minor details— I can address that with the professor later, anyway.”

Gyuri nodded and went back into the studio. Despite Hongjoong being pretty content with every verse, Gyuri really wanted to get it right, which both Hongjoong and Mingi did not have a problem with. As they stayed in the studio, a couple of their friends trickled in: first Seonghwa, then San, then Yunho, then Iseul. They all managed to wear the same comical surprised expressions that Mingi and Hongjoong displayed earlier.

“Are we good?” Gyuri asked Hongjoong.

“Yep! Everything is perfect!” Hongjoong pulled Gyuri in for a big hug. “Thank you so much, you have no idea how grateful I am. If I didn’t have this done by the end of the day, my grade would have fallen big time.”

“I’m glad I could help, but you owe me big time.”

“Dinner and drinks?”

“…That works.” Gyuri then turned to everyone in the group and said sternly, “Okay, if any of you tell Wooyoung about this, I’ll kick you in the back.”

Everyone nodded in unison. Gyuri smiled at the group and skipped out of the studio, her friends following her from behind. They all walked back to 1024UB together singing at the top of their lungs— if only Wooyoung were there, he would have had such a fun time— and got yelled at by a couple of old geezers on their way home, but this was their twenties and their college days; if they didn’t have fun now, when would they?

Thank God Wooyoung wasn’t with them that night, otherwise he definitely would have forced them to go for karaoke.  They all got to go home to their apartments and sleep early and well that night, or at least Gyuri was able to. For the first time in a long time, in 1024UB, all was calm and quiet… until the next morning.

The group chat blew up early in the morning, so Gyuri awoke to her phone constantly sounding notifications. She woke up angrily as she wasn’t able to sleep in like she wanted to and checked her phone. She didn’t even have to rub the sleep out of her eyes for her to fully wake up.

RODDIES group chat — 10 online

hongkong: guys!!! hongkong: the demo came out so well! hongkong: my professor is absolutely in love with it hongkong: here’s the link hongkong: thanks gyu you really saved my ass kikiki: joong…….. hwaa: why would you do that? yoohoo: especially when she specifically told you not to… hongkong: oh shit hongkong: shit shit shit hongkong: fuck wooah: GYU wooah: GYU wooah: GYURI wooah: GYU wooah: YOUR VOICE wooah: AMAZING!!!!!!! wooah: KARAOKE TN wooah: LET’S GO!!! kikiki: ooh joong she’s going to kill you hwaa: let’s take a moment of silence to pray for our fallen comrade yoohoo: lol F in the chat for joong kikiki: F issei: F choosan: F hwaa: F apple: F yeoman: F wooah: come on guys!!! it’ll be fun!!! wooah: omg next rod party we should do a singing comp wooah: OMG PLS LETS DO IT gyuday: HONGJOONG I AM GOING TO KILL YOU kikiki: we gather here today in remembrance of our friend, hongjoong hongkong: OH MY GOD GYURI I AM SO SORRY PLEASE hongkong: I TOTALLY FORGOT hongkong: I JUST WANTED TO SHOW EVERYONE WHAT AN AMAZING JOB I DID kikiki: we* hongkong: okay yeah we kikiki: actually i don’t want to be “we” bc i did nothing to upset gyu issei: joong you have about 3 mins before gyu breaks down your door issei: i tried stopping her but she’s too strong

Gyuri got to the apartment right as Iseul’s texts were sent in the group chat. She punched in the numbers to Hongjoong’s apartment and slammed the door open. She didn’t even have to look for him for too long because she saw his hair disappear behind the couch. Cracking her knuckles and tying up her hair, she stomped over to his hiding spot behind the couch. This time, the scream that shook the building to its core emitted from Hongjoong.

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[suhyeos]

i was gonna gif gyuri in ep. 3 BUT my laptop decided to update so i will be catching up w ghost files in the meantime

[heeheesang]

୨୧ ₕᵢgₕ ₛcₕₒₒₗ cᵣᵤₛₕ! ₗₑₑ ₕₑₑ ₛₑᵤₙg. ୨୧

୨୧ ₕᵢgₕ ₛcₕₒₒₗ cᵣᵤₛₕ! ₗₑₑ ₕₑₑ ₛₑᵤₙg. ୨୧

park yn, a junior of high school who has an ultimately huge crush on her senior and brother's best friend, lee hee seung. one day when she finds out hee seung was talking to a girl the whole time, she decides to move on and change herself.

warning!! inappropriate use of language and cursing.

୨୧ cₒₙₙₑcₜᵢₒₙₛ ୨୧

park yn — flowerynn, 17, in the school's performance team, younger sister of park sunghoon, academically smart.

park sunghoon — flowershh, 18, in the school's basketball team, older brother of park yn, famous for his looks, skills and academics.

yang hyewon — hyeewoon, 17, in the school's performance team, best friends with park yn for three years, twins with yang jungwon, famous for her looks.

kim sunwoo — ddeonu, 17, in the school's performance team, best friends with park yn and yang hyewon, famous for his skills and academics.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

lee hee seung — heeseeung, 18, in the school's basketball team, best friends with park sunghoon, famous for his looks and skills.

yang jungwon — yanggard3nn, 17, in the school's soccer team, best friends with park sunghoon and lee heeseung, yang hyewon's twin brother, famous for his academics and looks.

kim gyuri — gyuurii, 18, in the school's handball team, in a talking stage with lee heeseung, famous for her looks and skills.

୨୧ cₕₐₚₜₑᵣₛ. ୨୧

(w for written, t for texts, w & t for both)

one -> gyuri’s group. ( w & t )

two -> boy problems. ( t )

three -> why do you care? ( t )

four -> hangouts? ( t )

five -> school already? ( w & t )

six -> gyuri. ( w )

seven -> anything for you. ( t )

eight -> operation heeyn! ( t )

nine -> problems. ( w + t )

ten -> rescue! ( w + t )

eleven -> no contact. ( t )

twelve -> risks and chances. ( w + t )

thirteen -> breakup and games. ( t )

fourteen -> finals. ( w + t )

fifteen -> prom + drunkhoon! ( w + t )

bonus! -> vacation! ( w )

taglist status : closed:( ! @haechansbbg @saranghaohoshi @rosas-in-the-garden @yourssincerely-mimi @dimplewonie

[romsae]

gyuri talking about her hair clip (◡‿◡✿)