#wannaone fanfic

[peachiejihoonie]

kang daniel - fuckboi!au

after get ugly, how can you not imagine this

tbh he’s more like a close friend of yours that you tolerate  

super super flirty you know he has multiple people on him but he calls you his “favorite”

“i could eat here all day with you” grins at you then back at his food 

someone could make a stupid dick joke and he’s smirking one of those “you know you want this” smirk

and it’s directed to you and only you 

if you were to lay your legs across his lap, he’d pull them up since they were “slipping” but he leaves his hand on your thighs ??????

is the type to check out girls when you hang out like i can see the both of you at a table and you guys are like chillin n drinkin some boba and someone would walk past him and he’s drinking his drink and his eye brows are raised, eyes never leaving the girl

or he does the nudge and nod thing while grinning 

waits for you after school cause he’s your ride 

and the daily is him leaning against car, swinging his keys on his fingers and checking his phone 

“why can’t u just wait in the car????” 

“cause i know u enjoy the view baby girl” fingers under ur chin as he does a signature squish smile to tease u and walks around the car to get in 

starts the engine and looks hot as he runs his fingers through your hair 

“where to?” 

hAND ON THE BACK OF YOUR CHAIR, ARM IN UR VIEW AS HE’S BA CKI N  UP, ONE HAND T URN I N TH E WH E E L  !!! 

you think its over 

but then he puts his hand on your thigh 

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌

imagine late night dinners with him

like yall have a tuesday night rituals of just eating at a diner 

with really shitty chili cheese fries and burgers 

oddly enough, you both like the strawberry milkshake with an extra scoop of vanilla ice cream

he loves surprises

and never fails to mention it constantly 

sitting in a car till 2 in the morning

having casual conversations about his hook ups 

“yea, she was alright but i mean i’ve had better” he shrugged 

and you roll your eyes every time 

“kang daniel, no one is ever good enough for you” 

“well yea cause the best has never bothered to hook up with me” he smirks over at you

will N E V E R stop trying honestly boy is persistent 

but the worst part is, he’s not annoying

he’s sO slick about it, like he’s so sMOOTh

like he’s not thirsty and beggin for entrance inside ur pants

he’s just playing with th e loops on the waistband 

figuratively and physically

arms around your waist as you guys walk down the street

blames it on the fact that you’re too slow not cause he’s thirsty or anything

omg imagine going to a party with you 

is lw protective?? but not really ?? 

you wore something tight and slightly revealing and he groans 

“did you really have to go full hoe tonight ????” 

when u get a little too drunk, he’s making consistent check ups

he doesn’t need any sleazy asshole tryin to pick you up

but at the same time, he’s quite distracted by the girl he’s making out with

then he hears ur giggle just pass him like a wind

he detaches his lips from whoever that is and sees that some random boy has his body slung over yours

seems like he’s leading you upstairs 

oooOOOH HEEEELLL N O O 

and he’s dashing over to you 

he yanks the guy off you 

“are you trying to take advantage of her?” he asks, voice deep and glare deadly

“nnOOooO daniel, he’s m y freind!!!” u slurred and giggled 

“you heard them, we’re chill” and he nods over to you with a smirk 

“what’s his name then?” he’d ask you, eyes rolling 

“i dunno !!!” u laughed

and that’s enough for him to punch the guy right in the nose 

which leads to lots of attention 

“heeEEeeeyYY !! nOT ok Ay!!!!” u messily tried to push him off

instead, daniel just pulls you behind him 

the guy is getting up, ears red of anger and he tries to throw punch at daniel 

but daniel just kicks him down might i say lookin pretty hot too like dayum 

“don’t even bother you idiot” he hovered over the dude before he leads you over him and out of the party 

of course he’s sobered up so he drives you home 

but goddamn can you not shut the fuck up ??? 

“daniel, that w AS soOoOO hOT” u groaned and leaned against the seat 

“mhm thats nice babe” 

“nO serioUsLY suP Er hOT”

and he’s having the time of his life just listening to u be dumb

when he gets you home, he tucks your whiney ass in and leaves a cup of water and some painkillers on your nightstand

and he’s satisfied with just you mumbling a thank you as he leaves to sleep on your couch

you wake him and he’s just teasing you all morning

honestly, you guys are pretty close 

like who else does he tell his hook up stories to besides seungwoo?? no one 

he trusts you a lot but of course he’d never say that

and you know he cares for you a lot so you put a lot of trust in him too

every time anything gets boarderline cheesy or “friendship is magic!”-y, he’ll throw a pick up line at you 

“you know dan, you really aint that bad” 

“well anything for u baby girl” and he winks 

but you’re both fully aware you two would never date

it was just weird ????? like dan and u r just friends honestly 

even if you do respond to sex jokes like once or twice 

you guys just have this weird bond ?? 

though he seems real chill nd cooOoooOoOOOoooL, he’s a real cutie/sweetie 

you’d never forget when you saw him fanboy about his cats 

“well, i love all different types of pussys” and cue wink 

overall, gr8 friendship 

but he’s horny 24/7 

there is a slight chance that you guys might hook up once just cause he’s desperate aF 

i see him pinning you down on the bed and he’s like 

“don’t you just love surprises?” he’d grin down at you 

but definitely prefers you straddling him

leaves way too many hickeys honestly he needs to chill

makes u wear his shirt “just this one time please oh please” 

boner pt2

always LOL’s about it to you 

“remember when we made ou-”

“yes daniel i know, i was there” 

ya’ll have such a weird bond but i mean its one thicc bond 

haha i know this is scenario was hecka random but i was just getting pretty bored with the demigod au. that doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop writing them LOL don’t worry. i just needed some variety. hope that it doesn’t upset anyone !!! thanks 4 reading again ya’lls 

also, probably not gonna make this into a series because there’s already a decent amount of fuckboi aus of wannaone and this was just a random thingy in my head

also had a royals au planned out but someone else is doing that so i can’t do that either lmao

and also @parkjmini 👀👀👀👀👀

[daehwifi]

Santa’s Workshop || Lai Guanlin

- admin min

genre: fluff member: lai guanlin word count: 1, 186 requested: no also side note : Sorry that this Christmas present is so late but I sucked it up and wrote it for you guys 😩

It was 6 in the morning as you had woken up to the sound of your pounding alarm clock 

To you being up this early had just seemed like something unholy 

But due to needing extra money for the holidays, you had decided to take up a part time job. 

And of course it had to be dressing up as an elf for the fake Santa that graced the shopping malls every year

You loved Christmas, you really did,

But dressing up in a scratchy costume for the next 7 hours of your life didn't seem to cut it

As you dragged your seemingly heavier body up to get ready, you could already feel yourself developing a fear of wrapping paper. 

You sighed as you tied up your hair and applied your last bits of makeup 

Was this really gonna be worth it, crossed your mind multiple times as you walked into the space that would be hosting Santa's workshop that year

It was your first shift and you had realized that you didn't know a single thing that you were supposed to be doing 

" Are you new here? " a deep voice rung out

you immediately snapped your head towards the source of the echoing voice 

" Y- Yeah " you managed to stutter out,

you hadn't meant for it to come out like that 

but awkwardness was just part of your nature, not to mention in front of the beautiful boy that stood in front of you 

He was tall, much taller than you were, with dark brown hair and eyes that seemed to twinkle more than the fairy lights that he had in his hands

your mouth gaped open as you never tore your gaze from the boy 

a deep chuckle had broken you out of your daze 

" I know I'm good looking but you don't have to stare " 

cue your choking 

" Who said you were good looking " you'd scoffed playing it off as if you hadn't just been wheezing in front of him moments ago 

" Sure " he smirked as he walked off 

you weren't sure if he could hear the incoherent words that you muttered as you stepped a few feet further away from the boy

only then did it hit you

you still didn't know what you were doing 

and asking the latter definitely wasn't a choice anymore 

sighing, you made your way around as you desperately tried to seek out other employees

but to your dismay, there were none in the radius of a mile 

" Sooo.. " you trailed off as you made your way towards the boy that continued to hang the lights on the wall 

" How can I help? " you tried to ask as you examined the area around him 

sighing, he stopped and picked up a Santa hat that was placed on the floor next to him 

as the hat was placed on your head a stack of papers was thrown into your outstretched hands 

" Stand outside and hand these out. " you were instructed. 

a loud sigh emitted from your lips as you dragged your feet to the entrance of the store,

this wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend your day 

but hey there was a cute boy, who you eventually realized that you had never asked for his name 

you had been standing for nearly three hours handing out flyers and your knees had already stiffened so much you couldn't bend them 

" great... " you mumbled as you attempted to squat down

a deep chuckle came echoing from behind you, although, this time you didn't have to turn around to know the source of it 

you raised your eyebrows as you gave him a questioning look 

" Can I help you " you asked sarcastically as you finally managed to sit down 

" Dang, I'm just trying to give you a drink and this is what I get " he retorted back as he handed you a cup of hot chocolate 

your eyes widened, the mere smell of hot chocolate was enough to brighten your week let alone day 

" I'm assuming you like it? " he questioned as his eyes turned into half crescents the moment he smiled 

a muffled " mhm " had escaped from your lips as you attempted to drink your beverage 

it was silent for a few minutes as you both watched people watch by the store

" Guanlin " he suddenly spoke up as he stared blankly in front of him 

" huh ? " you questioned as you turned your head to look at him 

" I didn't tell you my name earlier " he said finally taking a glance in your direction 

your mouth formed an o as you just slowly nodded. 

" y/n " you replied as you smiled at him 

an hour had passed by quickly as you both made small talk, occasionally sharing stories of how stupid your peers were 

the other employees that you had been looking for earlier had finally started to clock in for their shifts 

that's when it hit you that you had to change into the irritating elf costume

groaning you made your way towards the employee locker rooms

the moment you came out of the locker rooms you could see Guanlin trying his best to contain his laughter 

" I get it I'm short " you replied rolling your eyes 

" Sure are " he laughed as he reached a hand out to mess up your hair 

huffing you had made your way towards the now set up wrapping counter 

there was already a large set up of gifts and you were already sure that you'd never want to look at wrapping paper or ribbon EVER again 

As you marveled at the hard work it must've taken to set up this whole place, the presence of a rather large elf had made its way next to you 

" Can I help you Guanlin " you asked as you looked up at him 

" Nah but I'm here to help you wrap all those presents " he replied as he nudged his body in the direction of the continuously growing pile.

you sighed as you grabbed two rolls of wrapping paper, throwing one to Guanlin 

" Thanks " he replied 

it had been a while since you both started working in a comfortable silence

you had gotten a fair amount of work done as you finally let out a long sigh and plopped down on the ground 

not long after, Guanlin had followed in suit taking a seat next to you 

" Would you... " he trailed off for a second 

" Hmm? " you asked as you directed your attention to him 

" Would you.. like to go out later? " he asked, blush evident on his cheeks 

" I - I mean you don't have to- " he continued 

" Sure " you interrupted his rambling 

you shot him a smile and you were almost 100% sure you could've melted at his rosy cheeks. 

[unmanageable-day]

Hi~🌼

I'm inspired by the other blogs who have masterlist. So I thought how about make one. Although my writings are kinda messy and the sequence is not based on specific order, but yeah here goes...

[insert Yuta's voice] Do you know what NCT stands for? It's New Culture Technology.

[insert Doyoung's voice] It's Neo Culture Technology.

🌱 A bunch episodes of Taeyong being super soft, caring, loving, and not to mention his selflessness for his eternal bestfriends

Another Midnight Talk - Bestfriend!Taeyong

Friendzone - Bestfriend!Taeyong

Because it is you - Bestfriend!Taeyong & Acquaintance-that-soon-to-be-boyfriend!Johnny

The first meeting - Acquaintance-that-soon-to-be-boyfriend!Johnny

What do you think of Johnny? - Bestfriend!Taeyong

Midnight Talk - Bestfriend!Taeyong & Soon-to-be-boyfriend!Johnny

Another Midnight Talk - Bestfriend!Taeyong & Soon-to-be-boyfriend!Johnny

Sunday Morning - Boyfriend!Johnny

You’re you. I’m me - Bestfriend!Taeyong & Boyfriend!Johnny

🌱 Somewhat a series of Johnny being your little brother and him having love-hate relationship with your boyfriend

Untitled - Lilbro!Johnny & Boyfriend!Jaehyun

How it was started [pt.1; pt.2; pt.3] - Lilbro!Johnny & soon-to-be-boyfriend!Jaehyun

🌱 Another everyone’s favorite from friends to lover scenario, and now featuring hunny bunny Doyoung

Hug - Boyfriend!Doyoung

🌱 When you’re on a so-called break with your (ex-)boyfriend, and a friend is slowly—and subtly making his way up to a higher position in your life rather than just being a friend

No longer [ Pt.1; Pt.2; Pt.3; Pt.4; Pt.5; Pt.6; Pt.7; Pt.8; Pt.9 ] - ex-boyfriend!Taeil & friend!Doyoung

🌱 Shorties and uncategorized - blurbs, timestamps (is this how you call it?)

10.05 AM - Jaehyun

2.05 PM - Taeil, Haechan

4.17 PM - Johnny, Mark, Lucas

7.10 PM - Taeyong

Every day, you are my day, DAY6

Young K - Good night

Sungjin - All we need is time

These are some old writings but I hope it's still enjoyable for you to drop by and have a read.

Exo : Suho - Untitled

Exo : Chanyeol - About us

Nuest : Minhyun - Merry go round (pt.1; pt.2)

Nuest : Minhyun - On a lazy Saturday afternoon

WannaOne : Sungwoon - Meet Ha Sungwoon

KNK : Inseong & Youjin - Will you take my hand? (pt.1; pt.2; pt.3)

Monsta X : Shownu - When words are not needed

Pentagon : Kino - Untitled

Have a good time reading~ 😘 💕

[dark-magik]

¿Les gusta las historias de amor? Aqui les tengo una muy buena! <3 Escrita por mi :D

#historiasdeamor #amor #juventud #china #laikuanlin

[junhongguk-blog1]

[pwtkxxvi-blog]

First post for this tumblr blog. Let's see what are we up to this time

[bambyeol]

This Band (p.8)

B.A.M SEQUEL now updating daily!

pairing/s: band! park jihoon x oc ; band! bae jinyoung x oc ; doctor! hwang minhyun x oc

character/s: park jihoon, park woojin, bae jinyoung, ong seongwoo, kim jaehwan, ha sungwoon, lai guanlin, kang daniel, yoon jisung, hwang minhyun

genre: angst, fluff, music (band)

summary: never date your band mate.

warning : a sequel so I’d appreciate it if you’ll read B.A.M first. though you can always live dangerously and read this immediately.

This Band (p.1) This Band (p.2) This Band (p.3) This Band (p.4)  This Band (p.5)    This Band (p.6) This Band (p.7) This Band (p.9)  This Band (p.10)   This Band (p.11)   This Band (p.12)   This Band (p.13) This Band (p.14)  This Band (p15) This Band (final)

B.A.M p1 // B.A.M p2 // B.A.M p3 // B.A.M final

wanna one masterlist

song inspiration: Sick by Got7

Now that you leave me and whatever you do

 I hope that you think of me 

That your days without me 

Are as sad as mine 

---

The following week, the chaos over the upcoming reunion was increasing without limit. There were speculations that the previous controversy surrounding the ex-lovers was merely a publicity stunt to put the reunion in the radar of the public’s attention. Although, this accusation was not enough to stifle the thrill over the December event.

Social media was blowing up with fans predicting the exact date and venue, broadcasting stations were promoting the event every chance they got, and old BAM songs have even made their return on radio countdowns. Some have thought up their own dream reunion setlists and boosted BAM songs back up into the charts. Needless to say, it was going to be bigger than they all anticipated.

The Underground housed the rehearsals for the whole month leading up to the big day. Plastered on the walls of the small event space were snapshots of their early days as BAM and the members tirelessly stared at these bits and pieces of memory as they waited for everyone else to arrive for the concert planning process.

Jaehwan bustles into the Underground all disheveled, making his way to the side of the room without looking at the members due to his rush.

“Guys, sorry I’m late, I spent too much time in the shower wondering how I’ll act with Jihoon and Riseul in one room--”

“Hyung, relax.” Jihoon piped up from behind the amplifier, shrugging and pointing to Riseul who arrived way before anyone did.

“You look more tense than we are.” Riseul chimed in to lighten up the mood. She then brushed off Jaehwan’s dumbfounded stare and stood up, signalling the commencement of their first ever production meeting.

“So, the management informed me that all we need to worry about is our setlist and promotions. Everything else from styling to lighting and other equipment would be taken care of.” Sungwoon announced in a rather professional atmosphere, setting the tone of the discussion perfectly.

“What do we have so far?” Seongwoo asked.

“A blank setlist and thousands of excited fans.” Woojin threw his arms up sarcastically and flailed his arms around in mock excitement.

“Well, we better start filling that list up now.” Jisung, the trustworthy leader, clapped multiple times to make sure he’s got everyone’s eyes and ears.

“Already on it. I’m on randomizer.com, now if you could just enumerate all our songs from day one.” Baejin whipped out his phone, beginning to type up song titles to feed into the raffle website.

“Jinyoung, you’re really taking after me.” Grabbing a seat from the nearby table, Seongwoo sat beside Baejin, taking no notice of the disapproving glances of the other members.

“Yah, yah. Guys. You’re telling me that we’re putting our fate in the hands of the internet? I think we’ve done too much of that these days,” Woojin slumped into his seat, showing disagreement.

“Our supporters are already creating their own dream setlists so we can look at those to get an idea of what they want to hear most.” Jaehwan sat on the floor and opened his laptop, redirecting to an online music chart and some blog posts written by their listeners.

“I know it’s a reunion concert but I think the audience would really be psyched to hear a new song or two. If that doesn’t make things too hectic.” Riseul proposed, scanning the members faces to see if they approve with the extra work.

Sungwoon, Jaehwan and Jisung were almost immediately won over by this idea but the others took turns and expressed their concerns over the time frame and the composition process itself.

Riseul notices Jihoon nodding along as she further explains her request, visibly weighing the pluses of coming back with new music at the end of the year.

“I think that’s a great idea. After all, it’ll be touching to write a song solely about reuniting. That boosts the emotional impact on the fans.” The convincing tinge in Jihoon’s voice along with that bit about making much more of a mark on the fans made the others nod as well.

“It might be possible. I mean, unlike before we have more hands and minds now.” Riseul’s response seemed to do the last push.

“It’s settled then? We’ll make a bomb setlist before we go home today and start working on the new songs starting tomorrow. Overnight is enough to get our thoughts in order?” Jisung finalized the plan to conclude the informal voting.

“Yep!” They said in unison and gathered closer to get into today’s business. Growing up has indeed made them more systematic and professional in their dealings. They knew in that moment that going beyond  the expectations of the audience was what would make this reunion as explosive as it has been made out to be.

They all sat in a circle, each holding either their own instrument or their phones, all set to create.

Riseul sat between Jaehwan and Guanlin, directly in front of Jihoon to whom she smiled to for supporting her stand on adding to the setlist. He smiled back and turned to his phone with his cheeks frozen to the same stretch.

As a tease to Jaehwan’s grand entrance a few minutes ago, Riseul leaned to her side and whispered, “See, this isn’t so tense isn’t it?”

Jaehwan blocked his ears. “Don’t rub it in.” ---

“Yah. It really feels like I’m back in time.” Woojin stretched his arms after settling in his seat. It was 1am and with proddings from the youngest Baejin, the whole band was now sitting around a long table at a barbecue restaurant, throats still strained from rehearsal yet ready for a long night of drinking. Tonight they were back to being a simple group of friends in their youth; not a famous band nor individuals who were separated for several years.

It took some time to ease the tension between all of them when rehearsals for their reunion concert started. Apparently, not only Jaehwan felt a tinge of awkwardness brought by the two. But a few sets later, they were all reminiscing about their first ever gigs, the contests won and the countless songs composed, all of them apparently adhering to a silent agreement not to mention anything about the recent controversies nor the past relationships.

“The difference is that we can all drink now.” Baejin pumped his fists in the air and looked up, followed by cheers from the rest of the band.

“But you still act like a child, Baejin-ah.” Seongwoo pushed the younger man’s arm down and tapped him on the top of his head.

“Yah, say that to me when I have to drag your drunk ass back home.”

“Okay, okay. Everything’s on me. Order up!” Sungwoon announced as he stood up to wave over the server.

More cheers erupted from the group as everyone picked a dish and a drink of their choice. At the corner of the table Jihoon and Riseul sat facing each other.

Throughout their rehearsals, Jihoon and Riseul felt more and more at ease. The warmth was coming back, or it was there temporarily anyway. They’ve shared some glances and some smiles, although reluctantly, scolding themselves afterwards. But they end up repeating the actions anyway. They glance up as familiar lyrics come up, one-liners they remembered they thought up together. They glance up as difficult notes were hit, their eyes expressing a tap on the shoulder.

“Beer for you?” Jihoon asked, earning a nod from Riseul.

“And soju for you?” he smiled at the mimicked response, tone and all, and nodded back.

“Soju for everyone!” Jaehwan, seated near the ex-lovers, tapped the shot glasses with his chopsticks and got everyone’s attention before they noticed the exchange at the corner of the table. In a while, alcohol will take over their systems and the mindless teasing will inevitably start. Where that will lead, it’s probably best not to know.

The orders arrived as the conversations continued. The two wordlessly predicting and subtly observing what dish will end up on each other’s plates. It surprised both of them how much they remember about each other’s tastes.

He eats everything but he can’t handle too much spice.

She loves garlic. Maybe a little too much.

“Riseul-ah, you love this, right?” Jihoon got a little too over-excited at the sight of the steaming tofu stew placed in front of them. Without thinking twice, he grabbed Riseul’s empty bowl and started ladling some of the stew onto it.. “Here, while it’s still hot.” He said, eagerly looking at her and gesturing for her to try it out.

“Huh--Oh, yeah. Thanks…”

“Jihoon-ah, last time I checked Riseul had hands of her own…” Seongwoo nudged him multiple times with the sole purpose of annoying him.

“You’re already drunk? You’re the weakest, hyung.” The eagerness gone from his eyes in a split second, he pushed Seongwoo aside jokingly and went back to eating. He sees a meat jeon that was not on his plate before.  

“It’s your favorite.” Riseul mutters without looking at him directly and took a swig from her mug.

Maybe it’s the atmosphere or maybe it was the alcohol slowly getting into their systems that’s making them take such bold steps like this. Or maybe it was their inner consciousness, in all its genuineness, trying to make its way out. It felt good somehow, pretending nothing was ever wrong between them. It felt good to have that fluttering feeling again; the feeling that someone was looking at you admiringly from your peripheral view. It felt secure. It felt familiar.

“I see your tolerance is still as high as ever.”

“Uh-huh. Sad to say, yours is still at an all-time low.” Riseul proudly jutted out her chin and stuck out her tongue at Jihoon.

It was already a couple of hours past midnight and most of them were already out of it. Jaehwan and Sungwoon can be heard singing their hearts out at the coin-powered karaoke machines, while the younger members were in the middle of a pointless contest of who could consume the most soju with chopsticks.  

“It became a habit I guess?” Jihoon shrugged.

“Being a weak-ass became a habit?”

“No, not that!” Jihoon just shook his head at how silly she was acting. Nonetheless, he finished getting his point across. “Drinking little became a habit. Because I always had to take care of you back then.”

“For the record, I never black out when I drink. All I become is a bit tipsy and nothing more. Totally self-aware. So you really didn’t need to worry that much.”

“Ey. I was just doing my job as--”

“Hyung, noona, we’re playing never have I ever, want to join?” a flush-faced Baejin called out, cutting Jihoon off mid-sentence, and pulled his chair nearer the pair. “You know how it works right?”

“Just put a finger down when you’ve done what the other person tells you. We’ll go clockwise.”

“Person with the most fingers down by the end of the game should give us a consequence.”

Guanlin and Seongwoo took turns explaining and eventually everyone around the table except for Jaehwan and Sungwoon, who were still at it straining their throats, had their fingers up, either forced or willing to participate in the supposedly lighthearted drinking game.

“First! Seongwoo-hyung, never have I ever had to flirt with a lady to get my drums repaired for free.”

“That’s strangely specific! Yah!”

“Riseul-ah, never have I ever been friends with someone who has pink hair.”

“Seriously?! Remember when you had pink hair?”

“Guanlin-ah, never have I ever been to America.”

“That’s really lame, hyung.” Guanlin put a finger down followed by a roll of his eyes.

And as more fingers went down, the players started decreasing as well. The restaurant was filled with their laughter and banter mostly from Seongwoo who was the first to be eliminated.

“You better not give me a consequence that involves public humiliation.”

“But isn’t that the point of it all?” Riseul shrugged and put on her pretend thinking face to tease the losing player.

“Ah! I won! In your face, Baejin-hyung!”

“Yah, I’m still older than you!”

Guanlin and Baejin, who were the last players, noisily settled their childish conflict and ended up teaming together to give Seongwoo “the worst possible consequence in the history of consequences.”

Their night ended as each of them tapped out, deciding too late that it was probably best not to stay out until the sun begins to rise again. Their game was long over and Seongwoo has done his dare (with much delight from his tipsy younger members).

But a particular boy was not yet done asking for answers.

Before all of them could file out of the restaurant, Jihoon gently held both of Riseul’s wrists, pulling them to make her palms face him. With Riseul’s fingers now outstretched in front of him, he mirrored her, their palms almost touching.  

The question Jihoon was about to ask has been stuck on the back of his mind ever since he first saw her again. It was wishful thinking, selfish even; he’s been hoping that she never had eyes for anyone after their separation. He thought knowing this would once and for all ease a fraction of his insecurities. Or worsen them if it goes the other way.

It certainly has crossed his mind that Riseul deserves someone better than him after all. Someone who did not hold her back. But he didn’t have the guts to concede and admit this to himself. Deep inside he believed that their story was meant to continue.

“Never have I ever….dated anyone after you.”

All of Jihoon’s fingers stayed upright. He looked straight into Riseul’s eyes, with a soft and expectant expression. There was a long pause in which none of them spoke and even their breaths seemed like they were on hold. But just as Jihoon’s hopes were skyrocketing...She’s not putting any fingers down...Riseul finally let go of the heavy breath and slowly folded her thumb in.  

“I have.”

“I see…” Jihoon looked down and coughed as if doing this would brush away the warmth slowly creeping up his face.

Riseul nudged Jihoon’s hands with her own and eyed his still outstretched fingers, nodding to signal him to continue. She, too, was waiting for a response: a simple movement from his fingers or the lack of it.

“I haven’t.”

“Ah. Is that so…” With her hands now back to her sides, she decided to try and probe further. Despite her already knowing what he was about to utter. “Why not?”

“Because I couldn’t...I still can’t.”

Riseul started to say something but closed her mouth just as soon as she opened it, stopping to think twice about letting this conversation flow on. But Jihoon took care of that for her, leaving his words hanging vaguely in the air around both of them and saying his goodbyes without any further explanations.

“Go home safely. See you in rehearsals.”

“See you. Be safe.”

They asked questions and it left them with more.  

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wanna One (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Park Jihoon/Park Woojin Characters: Park Jihoon, Park Woojin, all the members appear briefly, Yoon Jisung, Ha Sungwoon, Hwang Minhyun, Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwu, Kim Jaehwan, Bae Jinyoung, Lee Daehwi, Lai Guanlin Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, Masturbation Summary:

Woojin tips Jihoon’s head up to look at him. He’s beautiful. And close, way too close. His eyes are dark and his lips are parted a little bit, a perfect slot for Woojin to lick into.

//Back with another unbetaed fic to try and get off my writer’s block. Please support!!!//

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Wanna One reaction to wanting to be choked during sex

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

Request: w1 reaction when you having a choking kink like you want to be choked during sex. by theway~ i'm the w1 choking kink reaction anon, don't forgot to do it for only the legal members~ exclude the three minors :)

Author: Kyeongmi

Jisung

Surprisingly Jisung was the kind of guy who looked vanilla, but was the complete opposite. He had a kink for fucking you in public places. So when the both of you were out one day, he grabbed you by your hand and pulled you into a bathroom, pulled down your panties, unbuttoned his pants, and lifted you up by your thighs and began fucking you against the cold hard bathroom wall. The bathroom was filled with the loud sounds of your moans, and his skin against yours. He set you down, turning you around and pushing you against the wall, shoving his cock into you from behind. “Choke me” you blurted out, he didn’t even hesitate as he reached his hand around grabbing tightly onto your neck, your moans became loud and distorted as his grip tightened around your neck “fuck you’re so fucking tight” he groaned, and slammed even harder into you. He had you right where he wanted you.

Jihoon

Jihoon is pretty submissive so he likes it when you get on top and take most control over him. You two were watching a movie together, when the tension between you both heated up and you somehow ended up on top of him. As you slid down onto his cock, his head fell back in pure pleasure as he let out a soft moan. You liked to see how crazy you drove him, as you rode his cock. “Noona” he groaned as he put his hands on your waist while you bounced up and down on his cock. “Oh Jihoon” you moaned as you threw your head back in pleasure. “Choke me” you demanded. He seemed taken aback by your request, but he did as you asked, and he wrapped his hand around your throat. He’s never done this before, but he seemed to like it as he began thrusting his cock up into you to match with your bounces.

Sungwoon

He turned you around and started pounding you from behind, when your animalistic side started to come out “choke me” you groaned. “Someone’s being a bad girl isn’t she?” he snarled. With one hand on your hip, he reached his other hand around and wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling you backward. You let out a loud choking moan, causing him to drive his cock even deeper and harder inside of you. “Fuck” he moaned, “you like it when oppa’s rough with you don’t you baby girl?” The room filled with your moans, and the sound of skin on skin.

Minhyun

Minhyun is pretty vanilla when it comes to sex. So you never brought your kinks into the bed, as he was a very sweet and passionate lover. But tonight, he seemed slightly rougher than normal, and you were feeling extremely into the sex. The connection and heat between you two was intense, as he was on top of you, thrusting in and out. “Oh Minhyun, harder” you moaned. He started to pick up speed, fucking you deeper and harder as you asked, as he let out soft grunts into your ear. “Choke me” you whispered. He started to slow his thrusts and he moved his body up slightly to look at you in shock. “What?” he asked, wondering if what he heard was right. “Choke me” you said, louder this time. He started to blush and he stopped his movements inside of you. “But what if I hurt you?” He asked. “Just do it” you groaned as you grabbed his hand and wrapped it around your neck. He instantly pulled his hand away “I can’t” he said, completely destroying the mood between you both. 

Woojin

You both haven’t tried much when it comes down to it. You never really experimented or tried anything new with him. But lately you’d been feeling like it was time to try something new. So you told him about your kink, and how you liked to be choked. You turned around after breaking the news to him, because of how nervous you were. “Really?” He asked. You nodded, still not turning around to face him, worried how he might take it. Suddenly you felt his hand grip the back of your neck, “I didn’t know you were that kind of girl” he breathed into your ear, making your body shiver. He turned you around to face him, and he pushed your body down onto the bed. “This is gonna be a fun night” he said smirking, as he threw himself on-top of you.

Daniel

Daniel was the sweetest guy on the whole planet. But when it came to sex, he was a completely different person. He liked it rough and he liked to fuck you every chance he got. So, when you went to visit him during the filming of Wanna One Go, you had to be quick, he wasn’t supposed to see anyone at the time. You both knew the reason you were there, and he instantly took your hand and guided you into a storage closet. Skirt up, pants undone, and his cock was inside of you quicker than you could imagine. He was pounding into you when you moaned “oh Daniel, fucking choke me.” He grabbed your throat, looking you straight in the eyes “like this?” he grunted, thrusting even harder into you. He squeezed your neck, and you choked out unable to respond as he started thrusting into you even harder than before. 

Ong Seongwoo

Ong was the funniest guy on the planet. Even in bed, you couldn’t take him seriously sometimes. You were both joking around one night, and somehow sex jokes came into it. “I bet you’re into be choked, aren’t you?” he said laughing. Your face instantly went bright red “what?! No? Why would you say that?” He looked at you shocked at first, and then covered his mouth laughing “oh my god, did I just figure out your kink?” You started playfully/half seriously hitting him because of how embarrassed you were. He threw himself on top of you, pinning both of your arms down onto the couch. He put one hand to your throat and leaned in, the mood suddenly turning serious “If I knew you wanted to be fucked like that you should have just asked.”

Jaehwan

Jaehwan loved it when you took control during sex. He wasn’t dominant at all, and you were okay with this as you liked to take control of him. You were on-top of him riding his cock “choke me” you shrieked as you continued to bounce on top of him. He didn’t really respond but kind of just looked at you. “Choke me” you yelled again. But he still wasn’t doing anything. So you stopped riding him “I want you to choke ME” he said. You put your hand on his neck and started bouncing on his cock again, he grunted as he threw his head back. It wasn’t even a minute later when he moaned “I’m gonna come”, as you lifted off his cock and he came all over himself.  -Kyeongmi

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it’s 1/1/18 and i’m already crying about wannaone’s disbandment

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Beautiful - Chapter 1

Beautiful (Wanna One’s Guan Lin)

If I could freeze time right here in this moment, I would.

Right here, with your hand in mine, that bright look on your face, and the stars above our heads, I couldn’t ask for anything else. You, with your unkempt hair, your bold, brown eyes, and that dumb, gummy smile—This was all I wanted. This was everything I never thought I’d need.

“Beautiful, right?”

“Yes.”

I smiled. You squeezed my hand tighter in your grasp and I reveled in its warmth.

Please let me keep this forever.

Of course, that was nothing but the plight of my subconscious in deep slumber. I rouse myself from sleep at the sound of a shrill ringing. With a sigh, I reach for my phone to turn my alarm off. I blink my eyes open to the dawn of a new day.

Why are you still in my head?

As soon as I shake off the feelings of drowsiness, this question and the dream begin to dissipate. The face, the smile, and the warmth are soon tucked away in the shadows of my reverie, only to come back again when I’m tucked away at night. Unwillingly, shards of memories have somehow persisted all throughout these years, still piercing through the veil of my imagination. My subconscious still remembers to put together pieces of a puzzle to form the identity of someone familiar, despite not having any contact for a long, long time.

Why are you still in my head?

The ghost of this question lingers on for a couple more before it finally vanishes. At least, temporarily. For now, it was time to get up and get ready for work.

My morning routine began with a cold shower and ended with a hot cup of cappuccino. At the end of it, I managed to look like any other young professional walking the streets of Seoul at 8 in the morning. Before the clock strikes 9, I’m promptly at my desk with my laptop open, and if it’s a busy day, my second cup of coffee at the side. When you’re working hard, time flies by in a breeze, and because I like to pretend that I am, let’s also pretend that 9 to 5 flew by in a breeze. Soon enough, I would be back in my apartment by 6, eating dinner by 7, and retiring to bed by 9. This was my calculated schedule every single day. It had only been a couple of months out of university, but I would like to think that I had things under control. Maybe my social life needed some boosting and maybe I could do with some dating, but aside from that, I was doing alright.

I was doing alright.

My best friend didn’t seem to think so.

“I’ve got another blind date for you.” she said with sly look on her face.

I shook my head with a smile. Every weekend we’d go to our usual coffee shop, sip our usual drinks, and inevitably, discuss my nonexistent love life.  Another weekend, another prospect for a blind date.

“Who is it this time?”

“Oh no. I’m not going to tell you anything. I told you about Ong Seongwoo, Kang Daniel, and Hwang Minhyun before, and you opted out before you could even say yes. I’m not going to hear, “Oh Ong Seongwoo seems too talkative, Kang Daniel seems too cool, Hwang Minhyun seems like too much of a perfectionist.” “ she said, all with flailing hand gestures.

“You’re dating Minhyun now though.” I said, giving her a teasing smile.

“Yes, thank you for that.” she replied, laughing. “But I’m still keeping mum about this one. I’m not going to tell you his name. I’m not going to give you a chance to run away again.”

“You know me so well.” I said, laughing.

“Yes I do.” she scoffed.

“But I’m in no rush. You know that too.”

“You’ve been telling me that since the first time we met. It’s been 4 years, Hana. We’ve graduated. Try to change things up a little.”

I sighed. Ara and I have known each other since college. Throughout it all, not once did she find me in a relationship. I would date every now and then, but the guy would never leave a good enough impression for me to say yes to a 2nd date. She, on the other hand, had the fearlessness to risk it all from relationship to relationship. Sometimes I envied that, but not in times when I ended up being her shoulder to cry on. I’ve been through that once personally and it was unbearable. I didn’t want to even think of the possibility of going through it again.

This time though, I’ll oblige. It was just a date after all.

“Fine. I’ll make it to this one. When is it?”

Ara’s face immediately lit up, “Tonight.”

“What? So soon?”

She smiled.

“You told this guy I’d go even without my permission, didn’t you?”

“I’m done playing Mr. Nice Guy, and you already agreed. There’s no going back now. I have it on record,” she said, picking up her phone from the table. “You have nothing on me.”

I was shocked, but I had no other choice than to accept the situation thrown at me.

“How am I supposed to find him if I don’t even know his name?”

Ara toggled with her phone, “I’m sending you his number right now. He already has yours. I’ll text you later when and where you’ll meet.”

Again, I didn’t bother to be surprised, “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

“You’ll both figure it out, don’t worry.”

“He doesn’t know my name either?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Exciting, isn’t it?”

“You’re really lucky I call you my best friend. If this were anyone else, I’d be out of that door in no time.” I said pointing to the coffee shop’s exit.

“You’ll thank me for this someday, Hana.”

“We’ll see.”

Unwillingly, I went back to my apartment to get ready for the date. She insisted on coming with me to help me prepare, but really, it was more like to make sure I wouldn’t devise an exit strategy.  I reassured her and told her she didn’t have to. After all, I felt more at ease preparing for these things on my own with no dissenting opinions to be swayed by.

As I was finishing up the final touches for my makeup, I received a text from Ara.

The King Crab, 7 PM. Don’t be late! Fighting! <3

I stared at the text, wide-eyed. The King Crab, really? This boy better be prepared to take the bill because I wasn’t willing to shell out that much for one night. The King Crab was considered one of the top-rated restaurants in the city, therefore it was also one of the most expensive. My expectations were rising. He either had genuine class or he just really wanted to show off.

Given this development, I picked a dress that I thought would suit the venue. You can never go wrong in a little black dress and nude heels; elegant without trying too hard. With my clutch in one hand, I walked out of the door and into the night.

The place was about half an hour away from my apartment;  I was able to get there a quarter before 7. Throughout the whole ride, I was worrying about how I would contact him. I was hoping he would message me first because it was such a pain to initiate the conversation. Luckily, his text came right at the moment I stepped out of the car.

Hello. I’m sorry, I might be a couple of minutes late. Please ask for table number 7. I apologize again.

Alright, no problem. I’m already here. Please be safe on the road.

Based on his text, he seemed respectful enough. I went to the receptionist and asked for table number 7, just as he said. She directed me to one of the two-seaters by the window. It was in one of the less crowded areas of the restaurant and it provided a good view of the garden and fountain outside. For a blind date, this guy put in a lot of effort, I thought. It must’ve been hard to reserve this particular spot. My expectations were creeping one step higher.

As soon as I sat down, the waiter filled up our glasses with water and brought a basket of garlic bread. While I waited, I took my phone out. I didn’t think it was proper to browse the menu while my companion was not yet here. Engrossed in the ebook I was reading, I didn’t notice that my glass was already almost empty. I raised my hand to signal the waiter nearby. As soon as I looked up, I wish I hadn’t. What I saw made me want to sink deep into the floor.

What was he doing here?

He caught sight of my raised hand through his glasses. He smiled at me and started to walk towards my direction. I brought my hand back down on the table. It was shaking.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he greeted as soon as he reached me.

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to meet someone.” I blurted out, not quite processing what he just said. My eyes were still stuck on the table, unable to look up at his direction.

“Table number 7, right? I was the one who reserved it for us.”

For us? What kind of atrocity was he saying?

He gently pulled the chair across from mine and sat down. I didn’t have any choice but to look at him. In front of me was the face of a man I hadn’t seen in half a decade. This was the face that I had long buried away, but still surprisingly persisted in random thoughts, at random times, and in vivid dreams.

Guan Lin.

“It’s been a while. This might be a shock to you, I’m sorry,” he said, flashing an earnest smile. I’d almost forgotten that he had a dimple on his left cheek. “You look beautiful, as I knew you would.”

I had not said a single word. My mind was going completely blank. I just knew that my hands were cold and trembling. The familiarity that came with seeing him again was inevitably accompanied by pain. I felt something else wash over me. More than the pain, this was more like a flame.

It was the seething kind.

When I finally spoke, I was surprised at the audacity of my words.

“You’re the person I’m supposed to meet? Wow, this must be some cruel joke.”

The disdain and disappointment in my tone came out more strongly than I thought.

“I’m sorry, I know this was uncalled for but—”

“No, I’m sorry. I can’t sit through this,” I said, cutting him off, the contempt evident. “If you knew it was uncalled for, why did you do it?”

He was speechless.

“I’m leaving.”

I didn’t have time to take in the harshness of my tone and the shock that flashed across his face. I didn’t really care either. I got up from my chair, turned on my heel, and started towards the door. Without looking back, I walked out and hailed a cab home.

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perseverance // park jihoon

♥ boxer! & bff! jihoon feat. bff! woojin

♥ fluff!! and a dash of angst lmao

♥ 3.3k words

♥ requested!

In a matter of a day, many things could happen. In fact, in less than 24 hours, your best friend was found injured, his broken arm in a cast as he trudged his way to the boxing club, Woojin looking over him with worried glances as he walked by his side. You rushed out of the door as fast as your legs could carry you. Your uneven breathing was not caused by your quick feet but was due to the worry and panick enveloping your chest as you see your dear friend hissing in pain just by the slightest sudden movement. Without hesitation, your feet brought you right in front of him, taking him aback as he stared back into your teary eyes.

"What happened? You didn't answer my texts last night at all," you questioned him as you glanced over to the casted arm, bruises still evident and fresh on his knuckles. His eyes lowered once your eyes travelled back to his, guilt swallowing him up just by the tone of your voice.

"We ran into some guys, that's all," he mumbled in reply before slipping past you, towards the boxing club building. It felt like an arrow had been shot right through your chest as you looked at the figure of his back facing towards you. There never was a time when Jihoon would hide something from you aside from surprising you on your birthday. And today was indeed not a special day. Well, you planned for it to be one but with what the situation had turned into, you felt that it was best to keep your feelings aside and go head on into the problem at hand first. His pain was far more important than a confession.

Woojin gave you a weak smile before sighing, a sign you knew too well whenever Jihoon was facing problems he would never tell anyone. Not even you or Woojin - his best of friends.

"He's been like this ever since he found out the dude broke his arm. He wouldn't even utter a single word when he was done with the surgery. If this continues on, I'm afraid he might just drop boxing altogether," Woojin mumbled as he walked beside you, afraid that his words would further upset his friend. You inhaled deeply, trying your best to absorb the sudden flood of information as Woojin continued to whisper the incident that happened the night before.

"If he's quitting boxing, where will he go to?" The thought of not being able to see him achieve his dreams felt like a nightmare. Ever since the two of you had been acquainted in middle school, all he ever talked about was dreaming to attain achievements and trophies in boxing, constantly mimicking punches and upper cuts from competitions that were broadcasted in the middle of the night.

"Beats me. But I'm not going to just stand here and see him mope. We have to think up of something, and quick," Woojin sighed frustratedly. Albeit the heavy tension between the three of you, he shined his signature snaggletooth smile as he ruffled your hair.

"You better don't mope along with him or you'll give me twice the worry, okay?" You nodded your headed firmly, your smile mirroring his before he jogged over to the mats to do his warm up routine.

You glanced over to the sidelines of the 'Battle Zone', a name the boys had given the boxing ring after the numerous merciless fights and sparrings that left them with bruises and tiny cuts. If it wasn't for Jihoon constantly dragging you to see matches whenever you came over his apartment, you would have not easily gotten used to the bloody scenes that you encounter almost every day at the boxing club.

Jihoon's eyes were no longer twinkling when his eyes set on the boxing ring, uneasiness filling him as he was reminded by the fact that he would not be able to participate in the upcoming competitions, let alone box for the next month or so. With a full expression, he left the ring and sat on one of the benches as he fetched out his laptop from his backpack, his typing pace slowing down with his cast being an obstacle. After constant grumblings and mumblings on how the white thick bandage obstructed his productivity, he slammed it shut as a sigh left his pink lips. It further worsened the thoughts that barged through, constantly reminding himself of his worthlessness and the accident he could have avoided if he hadn't provoked the gang leader from last night. With a heavy heart, he settled on resting his eyes, the events weighing on his spirits and instead filling him with fatigue in his entire body.

After Jihoon began lightly snoring in the corner of the room, you admired his features. They were indeed feminine, sometimes to the point where you would become jealous of his good looks that could easily swoon anyone that glanced his way. You noticed every single one of his beautiful features, but your eyes always settled on his plump lips and imagining how they felt like against yours. But your thoughts were pushed out as you shook your head in denial. Jihoon would never fall for someone as average as you and was definitely way out of your league by the way he was known across his entire school and neighborhood. Whereas, here you were, the boxing club owner's daughter that only had friends because Jihoon was by your side. He was the main reason you were able to befriend Woojin, someone you would have never talked to due to his mysterious and intimidating looks that he didn't intend to show.

You rubbed your face in hopes that you would be able to see Jihoon as only a friend and nothing more. But once your eyes peeked from behind your palms, your heart thumped vigorously once more, the sensation becoming a familiar one. Your attempts for giving up on your silly crush was futile as you shook your head in disappointment - although a little part of you would prefer staying this way, silently watching from the sidelines.

As your fingers brushed through the stack of neon yellow post-it notes, an idea popped up into your head. You had recalled many moves from movies of secret admirers and their anonymous letters. So you decided you could cheer him on in pen and paper if your words fell on deaf ears. Hastily, you scribbled encouraging words, tearing a piece of it if it was too obvious that you had written it. And after many attempts at perfecting your 'fake handwriting' and the structure of your sentence, you slipped away from the front desk and tiptoed your way to Jihoon, watching out for the others who were bound to arrive any second. You quickly pasted the sticky paper onto his laptop, nearly running away in anxiousness. Just as you were about to slip behind the front desk, the main doors burst open, the rest of the nine boys came bustling in. Some of them had just ended their school activities while others had come straight from work, as boxing gave them a platform to vent their stress and worry onto. But something felt off, it was obvious that once they had stepped in and laid their eyes on Jihoon, their spirits were dampened and the fatigue from their busy day began to settle in. You noticed almost every single one of them had small cuts and wounds on them while others were mentally hurting from the scene that took place last night. And when your father arrived, the surroundings only seemed to worsen.

-

"How will I be able to show my face at the competitions when the entire town heard about you rascals thrashing the place with a bunch of thugs? We're already low on manpower but you boys just had to waltz into a fight." Your father screamed, pointing his finger at everyone of them as their dull eyes admired the floor. Even looking at them for another second longer was too painful for you to bear. Thus, with a swift turn of your heel you walked out from the building, taking a seat on the curb as you inhaled the fresh air.

Numerous thoughts bombard your mind as you looked over the other buildings towering over you and sheltering you from the merciless rays of the sun. What if you had been there? Would you have been able to prevent the fight between them and the other men? Would you have been able to prevent Jihoon from experiencing an unwanted injury? All you could ever do was think and a realization hit you. There was never a time when you were helpful towards them.

"What's with the frowning?" A voice pulled you back to reality as you looked towards its source, only to see the last person you wanted to see.

"Who would be smiling in a situation like this?" You chuckled sarcastically, looking back to the rows of shops you had grown up around.

"Right," he laughed nervously before plopping down next to you, supporting his back with his arms as he wonder what could possibly be so interesting about the old town this boxing club was placed on. As his mind soon wandered to what you were currently thinking, possibly about the situation that all of you had been put in, making his chest drop. 'It's my fault isn't it,' he thought, his eyes glancing towards your worried expression. He retraced his thoughts back to the gruesome fight that was still clearly etched on his mind. If he hadn't punched first, his friends would have been unscathed and he would still be able to participate in the upcoming competition that was frighteningly waiting around the corner.

"Don't think too much about it okay?" Your voice was close to a whisper as you playfully nudged his side before leaving him, the tension between the both of you were becoming too much to handle and you didn't want to worsen the friendship with words you didn't mean - especially with your insecurities that were eating you right up.

Jihoon watched your every movement as your steps were closer to the ground than it used to be - a sign that you were obviously upset about something or someone. Of course he would notice your little actions. Who wouldn't be able to notice the actions of someone they had hopelessly fallen in love? Jihoon was sure he loved you, with every fibre of his being, but he couldn't confess his feelings to someone that only saw him as a friend; something he assumed from numerous rumors made by the other boys

-

After an earful of lectures and a much stricter routine as punishment, most of them began to pack to return home and rest their aching bodies. Out of everyone, Daniel took the most beating seeing as he had to catch up to replace Jihoon for the competition, his eyes already drooping in exhaustion as his limbs swung in the air, pain coursing through every fibre of his being as his entire body stung and a burning sensation overcome him.

"Rest up, guys. See you tomorrow as usual," You smiled in sympathy as you tossed the sweat-filled towels into the basket that was supported by your other arm as some of your friends replied in an apathetic tone while others attempted to cheer you up with wide smiles. You searched through the big crowd of boys for someone in particular. But once your eyes laid upon him, your breath hitched and you regretted your decision as you see the scene before you, unable to peel your eyes away from him.

Jihoon finally noticed the little post-it note as he removed it from his laptop to inspect it further, curious as to who had left it behind.

'Don't give up. I believe in you and so should you :)'

Your words were simple and short and yet it deeply resonated with him as he didn't realize his lips were tugging into a small smile. With a soft laugh, he slipped the note into his wallet into the section where it was shown from beneath the transparent film, as a reminder for him.

Your heart was pounding through your ears as you smiled at the sight, your cheeks heating up and colour began to set in as the tips of your ears matched with them. Your little mission was accomplished and you could only hope for the best for him and cheer him on anonymously. You didn't mind if he didn't know who was behind the post-it note even if a part of you wanted, your priority was to cheer him up and you weren't going to let your selfishness get the best of you.

But Jihoon wasn't going to let this anonymous go. He knew by the way the words were structures that it was written by someone with a heart of gold and it was only right for him to thank them for their simple act of kindness.

-

Day by day, you left a note by Jihoon's bag whenever he was distracted or was called out by the others as a judge and a temporary mentor. And day by day, Jihoon got even more frustrated. Your words of encouragement definitely fired him up to recover soon but it also fired him up even more to find who it was. Many people come and go at the boxing club and it wasn't only him and his friends that would drop by. He eliminated his numerous choices and narrowed them down to his closest friends which compromised of Woojin, Guanlin and you. And for the past few days he watched the three of you like an eagle. Surprisingly, whenever his eyes fell on you, you were busy filing documents and payments made by the customers that came by. And you definitely took notice of his strong gaze on you. Well, everyone did.

"Psst, hey (Y/N), do you know why Jihoon keeps staring at us? It's starting to creep me out. Do you think the thugs punched a few screws out of his head?" Woojin questioned you while he packed his belongings, attempting to make it as discreetly as possible.

"Maybe? I would tell you if he wasn't staring holes through us right now," You mumbled, barely moving your lips as you spoke. Woojin looked up from tying his shoelaces to see Jihoon's eyes on the both of you, only for him to retreat his focus back into keeping the supplies in their rightful places.

" Hey Jihoon, are you going out soon?" Woojin hollered as he swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Not yet. I told (Y/N)'s dad that I' ll be staying here to study until he closes," Jihoon replied as a small reassuring smile tugged on his lips. Woojin nod his head with understanding as he called you over.

"We'll be heading out then. Take care Jihoon! Call me if there's a problem," You waved goodbye as you walked side by side with Woojin, walking out of the vicinity.

"So what is it? Did you finally confess to him or-" You smacked the back of his head quickly, your cheeks turning a bright hue of pink by the second he had mentioned it. "Why do you always talk so freaking loud? Besides, it's just about a bunch of postie notes, that's all," Woojin rubbed the back of his head as he scowled at you before continuing his investigation.

"Post-it notes? What about them?" He questioned trying to recall if Jihoon was holding onto one.

"Well, I've been writing a bunch of encouraging words on them and pasting it on his stuff to cheer him up but I can't find the courage to own up to him. Especially since..."

"Since?" Woojin was now on the edge of his seat. What had you done that you were too afraid to own up? You were just doing your duty as a best friend to cheer him up, so what's so wrong with doing that?

"Well, I might have, kinda, confessed to him," You mumbled in embarrassment, and as soon as the words tumbled out from your lips, your hands covered your tomato red cheeks before slapping them, hoping that the warm yet comforting feeling would vanish away with the pain you had inflicted onto yourself.

"Then that means my first question was right, airhead," Woojin shook his head as he looked at you with disdain. But before you could send another attack to the back of his head, a familiar voice echoed from behind you, a voice you were least expecting to hear.

" It's you?" Jihoon questioned as you hesitantly looked at him with fear in your eyes. You weren't expecting to confront to him about your secret so soon, especially when it involved more than just cheering up a best friend.

"I'll leave you two to talk," Woojin mumbled, the tension in the air making it hard for him to increase his voice over the deafening silence. He patted your shoulder as an encouragement to face Jihoon head on, before he walked away briskly, hoping that everything would turn out alright and the outcome would be something he hoped to happen for quite some time.

Jihoon walked over to you, fiddling around with the strap of his bag pack as he attempted to keep his eye contact with you. His chest felt heavy and his incessant heartbeat pounded through it. A part of him was elated that his anonymous cheerleader was none other then yourself, but the other part of him was hesitant when it came to your feelings. Although he had feelings for you, Jihoon had no choice to force himself to see you as only his best friend, especially when your mannerisms around boys you liked were completely different when you were around him, or so he thought. You would act more touchy with them, an unfamiliar feminine side of you was always shown whenever you were around them but it was always the other way round when you were around him. You were much more comfortable, sitting however you liked and not minding if he had seen the many unglamorous angles of you. But that was one of the many reasons why you liked Jihoon, he was the only one that you could truly be yourself with.

"I'm sorry Jihoon, I did it on a whim and I wasn't thinking right. I just wanted you to feel better because it hurt me to see you frown. I know how much you liked boxing and since you couldn't compete in the nationals, I knew you were deeply upset by the news. The confession was nothing, I was desperate to get your smile back and I... I ruined everything instead. I ruined our friendship and made it more worse than it was, " At this point, you were now bawling your eyes out, imagining different scenarios all at once and all of them ending with Jihoon rejecting you and your friendship altogether. You trembled in your spot, wiping away your tears swiftly as your head hung low. You couldn't let him see you like this. You couldn't allow him to see you at your worst.

But the cold breeze stopped as you were in the midst of your waterworks, a warmth enveloping you instead. It comforted you from within as your tears trickled down your cheeks. You looked up to see none other than Jihoon, a small smile adorning his face as he looked at you with his arms wrapped around your frame.

"What do you mean you ruined everything? I've never felt better ever since you sent the very first note. And the latest one..." He trailed off, his smile widening just by the thought of it. You instinctively hid your face in your palms, already feeling the heat rush up to your cheeks as he spoke. Jihoon lifted your chin with his index finger, uncovering your face with his other hand to reveal your teary eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He chuckled at your vulnerable state, as he wiped your cheek and admired the way your eyes twinkled under the golden rays of sunlight.

"I hope you don't regret writing it, because I've finally found my cause to carry on,"

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A/n: another one based off of the beautiful mv!! Also i really struggled trying to make it angsty😿😿 what kind of writer am I if I can't break hearts siGH also I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, so if there's any errors in it, please do tell me!! Hope you guys are having an amazing day/night 😽💓

[unmanageable-day]

Merry Go Round

The nickname 'stone face' wasn't earned by Hwang Minhyun for nothing. Yet with such a handsome face, the cold image was still lingering all over him because he was well-known to be very quiet. This didn't stop Jung Yesoo from confessing to him 2 years ago. Standing before Yesoo, who was anxious waiting for his answer, Minhyun still maintained the facial expression that makes everyone reluctant to approach him. But slowly he showed his little smile. Great amount of shyness was unexpectedly oozed from that little smile that slowly got wider. Yes, he accepted her.

Both Minhyun and Yesoo were a shy couple in the first 100 days. It felt like riding a roller coaster for children. No big, scary, nerve racking ups and downs, but the excited feeling was there. Aside from that, Yesoo's friends could tell that she was genuinely happy. A fresh smile was always attached on her face. She barely had a bad day. Because seeing Minhyun itself had become her main source of happiness, although Minhyun didn't talk much or do sweet things to her.

And so the days went on. The ride had changed to merry go round. The happiness was still there, but it just went round and round with constant speed although the view was beautiful. Minhyun still had his usual smile. Yesoo still smiled, yet she felt different. The fond feeling of Minhyun didn't change. Yet she couldn't help thinking that something was a bit off.

Yesoo was too afraid to spill it on Minhyun.

"Chuseok holiday is coming. Do you want to go somewhere?" Yesoo asked. They were enjoying a lunch date in Hongdae. Lunch date is a must on the weekend since that's the only time they have to see each other.

Minhyun nodded. But Yesoo couldn't tell if he was excited, if he was anticipating about it, or maybe if he was at least interested. They were going to one year and 9 months together, and Yesoo couldn't believe herself that she didn't know much about Minhyun. She can't even read his mind or his expression. She wouldn't know if Minhyun probably was the opposite who knows everything about her since he never really talked about it. "Where do you want to go?" he asked back.

"I was thinking about Deukryang Island. But that would be too far, I guess."

"Well, we can make option list."

Yesoo nodded.

After paying the bills, they were ready to go outside when Yesoo almost reached out her arm to hold Minhyun's hand. Suddenly her mind was full of thoughts of her relationship. She just remembered, after all this time, she was the one who did the moves first. Confession, first date, second date, third date, and even holding hands.

"Yesoo?" he called, already several steps ahead.

"Yeah, coming up." She finally grabbed her beloved boyfriend's hand.

~~~~

Yesoo stomped her steps as she finished her work early. Her colleagues already bid her good bye. The time showed that it was only 2 PM. Suddenly it crossed her mind that Minhyun's office was nearby. A visit once in a while would be harmless, right?

She tried to call him but no answer. Her lips pouted as she redialled her phone. This time he picked up, which enlightened her expression.

"Hey, I'm near your office. You know, that cafe across your office building."

"Oh, yeah."

Yesoo's smile slowly faded. She could imagine how Minhyun was on the phone, with his plain, expressionless face, and his attention all over to his computer screen, working on anything he was working on. She continued speaking, "I was thinking if we could meet for a minute, or two. I'm buying you coffee and some snack."

"Sorry, it's not that I don't want to meet you, but work is piling up right now."

The smile was completely gone on her face. She just faked one when talking. "Oh, okay. It's alright. Let's meet once you're not busy."

"Mm-hmm. I'll text you later."

"Sure."

"I'm hanging up."

"Okay." She glanced at the coffee and bread she had bought. Fortunately, she only bought what she liked, so she could have them later.

 Meanwhile at the same time, Minhyun who was concentrating on his new project got startled by Jisoo who suddenly popped up out of nowhere. "Was it your girlfriend?" he asked with excitement oozing out of his eyes.

The word 'girlfriend' successfully attracted everyone's attention and they started to cheer. Because who would have a thought that this stone-face actually has a girlfriend?

"What? Hwang Minhyun? Girlfriend?"

"Really? Heol, daebak."

Thanks to Jisoo, now Minhyun couldn't focus on his work.

The chattering went on until his supervisor showed up and joined the crowd. "Your girlfriend is here? Then you should come down and meet her. I suppose you haven't had your lunch break."

"No, Raina noona, it's fine. I'm almost finished."

"Hwang Minhyun, do you want me to turn off your computer this very moment?" Raina bend her body and put her thumb on Minhyun's computer's power button. She didn't seem to play around, especially recalling how eccentric she was. "Then go down this instant. Your work can wait for a while."

"Yes, Ma'am." He quickly stood up before Raina started rambling again, or worse.

Minhyun stopped by in rest room to wash his face. His face and body muscles got stiff from not moving from his workspace. He massaged his wet face before he got tissues to dry it.

His eyes landed at the mirror before him, gazing at his own reflection for a moment. Fair skin, not so thick eyebrows, squinted monolid eyes, fine nose, and thin lips. Not to mention a sharp jaw. Stone face, huh? Well, he always put a serious expression that he never realized. His sense of fashion also matched the 'stone face' concept, as his closet was full of plain black, grey, white or brown colored outfit. Whenever he went out with Yesoo, whose clothes were mostly colorful or have patterns, the contrast of their outfit was very clear.

Before leaving the rest room, he once again took a look at himself who was wearing black shirt and grey trousers. He gave himself some pats on his shoulder and chest, probably to brush off some dust sticking on his clothes.

He dialed Yesoo's number as he speeded up his steps to go after her girlfriend, who he assumed was still in the restaurant she mentioned. Or at least if she had left, she wouldn't be very far. Yesoo not picking up his call finally made him run through emergency stairs from the 5th floor instead of using elevator. He headed to the restaurant across the street right away.

At least Minhyun was right about his girlfriend not leaving the restaurant yet. But who she was with there apparently poked his curiosity.

"Yesoo!" he called her. Yet she didn't even flinch. Minhyun could tell that Yesoo finally recognized him after given signs from her 'friend'.

At last, Yesoo turned her head to where Hui's eyes stopped. An instant smile grew on her face and she immediately got up approaching the tall guy. She reached her arm to link to him. "Did you have lunch? Do you want me to order something for you? Coffee?"

Minhyun, smiling and looking at his girl in the eyes, shook his head. "I'm good. But coffee would be great."

Yesoo smiled back. She escorted him to her seat, where Hui awkwardly waited for his friend to come back. "I'll be right back," she said as she patted Minhyun's back when he sat across Hui. "By the way, this is my friend, Hwitaek, or Hui for short. Hui, this is boyfriend, Minhyun."

Both guys bowed their heads and said hi. Once Yesoo left to the cashier, only awkward silence lingered around them. Thank goodness she didn't go away for long.

"Here's your coffee." She handed the tall cup to Minhyun and took a seat between the guys.

"So, I assume we work in the same building." Hui started conversation when he noticed the same access card hanging on Minhyun's neck.

"Yeah, I'm on the fifth floor."

"Oh, cool. Seonho and Guanlin are there too, right? Anyway, I'm on the second floor."

"Yeah." Minhyun calmly sipped his coffee. Then he didn't say any single word.

Having finished all the food, Hui finally excused himself leaving the couple. Just because. "Anyway.. It's nice to meet you guys, but I have to go back." He continued, "Yesoo, it's great to see you again. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Yesoo nodded, waving her friend a good bye, alongside Minhyun who was bowing to him.

"Yesoo, I think I should go back too."

She pouted. "Already?" She was not usually clingy. But there were times when she wanted to be that clingy girlfriend. She never tried it though. It would be weird if she was being clingy out of the blue, especially to the stone-face guy like Minhyun, who was her own boyfriend, who didn't seem to be able to spoil his own girlfriend. "But I want to stay longer," she mumbled.

"Sorry," he replied. His expression didn't change a bit. "I'll call you later." With that, he got up after patting her head twice. He threw a little smile at her before leaving.

 ~~~

 Fall season was approaching very soon. Yesoo couldn't wait for the falling leaves all over the street. Autumn was Yesoo's favorite season, and Minhyun's too. This year was going to be their second time enjoying autumn together. Last autumn they went to Han river almost every weekend, having a picnic. Sometimes they went for a hike too in nearby mountains.

Yesoo had finished putting her summer clothes in a box after taking out all her autumn clothes. She had spared a few pieces for the last days of summer. Just in time when she had to find her cocktail midi dress and her only one high heels. She was getting ready for accompanying Minhyun to his company dinner, which allowed the workers to bring their plus one. As for Minhyun's case, his colleagues were the one who encouraged him to bring Yesoo. They seemed to be very enthusiastic to meet Hwang Minhyun's girlfriend.

It was rare for Yesoo to attend those fancy events. Her outfits were mostly smart casual. Or just casual. She didn't have much make up kit and tools too. She only had basic skin care, some BB cream or CC cream, foundation, and mascara. And, of course, some lipstick or lip tints. That day was going to be her very first time dolling herself up for Minhyun. By dolling up, it meant that after doing her base, she was just going to add blush and eye shadows using lipstick she had. That should be enough to give some colors.

She decided to leave her hair untied after she tried curling it a little. She brushed her hair with her fingers for the finishing touch. Just in time when Minhyun called, saying he was already in the apartment lobby. She quickly put on her heels and grabbed a coat lying on the couch.

Minhyun greeted with a warm smile. Without words they just set off and headed to the dinner venue. As usual, there were not much conversation on the road. Yesoo used to like every moment with Minhyun, including that long silence moment between them. But now, this silence had a different feel. Yesoo couldn't even look at him the way she used to when they were drowned in their own moment of silence. One-hour trip from her apartment to the restaurant felt like one year and somehow it was killing her inside.

Finally they arrived and dropped off Minhyun's car. That Minhyun didn't take Yesoo's hands hadn't changed. Yesoo had to reach his. So she could walk by his side, not behind his back. Wearing their best smiles, they headed straight to the venue and were jolly welcomed by Minhyun's coworkers. They were so delighted to see Minhyun's girlfriend, who they found her a bit odd for having Hwang Minhyun the stone face as boyfriend.

"Yesoo, thank you for today," said Minhyun when they were on their way home.

"It's okay. I had fun. You have nice friends. I'm sure the office environment is good."

"Yeah." Minhyun paused for a quite long time. He pretended to search for songs on the radio. "Actually, there is something I've wanted to say."

As much as Yesoo got flustered, she wouldn't show it. She knew sooner or later this time was going to come. She had no idea what it is he was going to say. But she had feelings. "What is it?" she asked, smiling.

"What do you think about us?"

Still maintaining her smile, she asked back. "What do you mean?" She tried hard to combine words that scattered in her head. "I like us. I like that you are with me the past 2 years." Her voice was getting softer and a little bit shakier, as she continued, "And I wish we can stay together for... more years to come?"

"I see." He looked at Yesoo, who just turned her head and kept her eyes to the front.

"What about you?"

"I..." Minhyun forced a smile. "I like it too."

This time Yesoo forced a smile as well. She knew Minhyun buried his honest feelings deep inside. Although he had his infamous stone-face, she could easily tell that the smile wasn't genuine. Why he wouldn't say it out loud was still a question to Yesoo. Frankly, it bothered her. But she didn't want to push him to tell the truth.

As the time passed, Yesoo's behavior towards Minhyun started to change. She no longer reached her hand to hold his. She no longer asked where they were going to go on weekends. She no longer gave suggestions on where they should go on weekends. She also no longer had that genuine happy smile when with him. The smile she wore mostly was forced. And no one really knew if Minhyun was aware of this. If this continued, fall probably would just pass without any good memories between them.

[grapefruitguan-blog]

When We Collide

TRIGGER WARNING: talk of suicide, panic attacks, and self harm.

“She’s so weird. What a freak.”

“Gosh, she thinks she’s so cool, but she’s actually a huge loser.”

Even if you wanted them to, the voices would never stop. It was whispers from your peers, your old friends, or anyone who didn’t want to be known as friends with the “Freak Girl.”

Therefore, to you, school was a living hell.

It wasn’t like you were physically bullied. You never encountered a day where you had your lunch stolen, hair pulled, and never found yourself cornered in an alleyway getting beat up. What you were going through was different.

The hallways that you used to walk with your head so high in are now the hallways you shuffled past. The friends you thought you always had were now the girls you couldn’t even look at in the eye anymore. Things change, and you were starting to accept that.

But, today was different. This was the first time anyone had ever called you out in class; and it was your ex-boyfriend, Ong Seongwoo.

“Y/N is a slut, Professor,” he laughed, “I mean, I would know.”

The whole class snickered as you looked down at your desk, trying not to cry.

“Aw, is the little slut sad?” he cooed, “Good. You should be.”

It wasn’t supposed to hurt, but it did.

A few hours later, you were sitting alone at lunch outside underneath the big oak tree, and sighed. It was quiet, and you were at the sitting by the gate to the school. Ripping out a piece of paper from your binder, you quickly scribbled all your feelings from earlier, letting it all escape into words.

“Days like these, I still wonder how I continue walking.

I don’t know what I did wrong. Was it because I didn’t want to have sex with Ong? Was it because that girl’s boyfriend liked me? Was it because they thought I was ugly?

I’m so tired of being hated. It’s making me want to die.

But, I can’t. I’m not weak. I can’t let them win whatever stupid game we’re playing.

They at least can’t win this time.”

You stared at your wrists, tracing over faded lines that represented every time you had given up, or given into what others said. It was a dark time for you, and in the hospital, you swore to yourself that you’d never let that happen anymore.

You were not weak. You would not lose.

As the bell rang, you crumpled up the paper, and shoved it into a chipmunk’s home. It stared at you curiously, and then scampered off. You walked to your next class.

Everyday after school, it was your routine to visit The Cuppa, a coffee shop after school. It was Daehwi’s shift today. You two had been best friends since you could ever remember.

You walked in to be welcomed by the familiar scent of coffee beans, jazz music, and dimmed lights. Smiling at the sight, you spotted a blonde boy over by the cashier area.

“Y/N!” Daehwi called, “Over here!”

You went up to the counter, greeted by the bubbly boy.

“Hey! How was school, Daehwi?”

“It was okay. I have some friends, but they’re nothing like you,” he frowned.

Daehwi went to the all-boys school that was near your house, and you wished he didn’t. He didn’t know anything about what was going on at your school, and you chose not to tell him so he didn’t worry.

“You know I wish I could secretly go to your school as a boy,” you laughed.

“I know,” he chuckled, “Anyways, what can I get for you today?”

“My usual. Can I get the green tea latte?”

“You bet.”

As you were digging through your pocket to find your wallet, a deep voice from behind suddenly spoke up.

“Hey Daehwi,  I’ll pay for her. Can you actually make that two lattes?”

Daehwi’s eyes widened, and nodded understandingly. “Sure, Daniel. That’ll be five dollars.”

You spun around to become face-to-face with a tall, chestnut-haired boy around your age. He had a pair of round glasses lying at the bridge of his nose, and you swore he looked like he came straight from a photoshoot. His broad shoulders were clad in a tan coat with his black turtleneck peeking out, paired with a pair of dark blue jeans.

God, he was ethereal.

You quickly stuttered, handing him your wrinkled dollar bills.

“H-hey, don’t worry about it! I have cash, you didn’t need to.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, waved it off.

“Don’t worry about it. Would it be too much to ask if you could maybe have the latte with me?”

Daehwi threw you a side look. Understanding what was going on, he dashed off to prepare your drinks.

You sat down with Daniel by the window, now with your two drinks in hand. You ended up learning a lot about him; his name was Kang Daniel. He was Daehwi’s classmate, held a liking towards art and cats, and often came to the shop as well. Daniel was an only child, and his dad died when he was younger. You both were the same age, seniors in high school, and still didn’t know where you wanted to go when you’re older.

“So, um,” you started, “Why did you decide to pay for me?”

He raised an eyebrow as he started to blow on his drink.

“Is it bad to do nice things for people?”

Embarrassed, you shook your head again, turning red. Daniel noticed this, and laughed.

“I’m kidding. I actually found this today from a little friend,” he said, reaching into his pocket. He fished out a paper you knew all too well.

It was the exact paper you wrote on at lunch.

“That damn chipmunk!” you exclaimed.

“Hey,” Daniel defended the animal, “Alvin is actually pretty cool. I’ve raised him for half a year now.”

“You did not just name a fucking chipmunk over a childhood movie.”

“I did. Your point?”

You groaned in frustration.

“Why do you even take care of him in a goddamn tree?”

“My mom hates pets. I found him there anyways.”

In your attempt to grab it from him, Daniel took the paper, dangling it out of your reach.

“Not so fast,” he hummed, “I wanted to talk to you first.”

“What are you doing with that?” you choked, “Please, just throw it away. Don’t send it to my school. Please don’t post it anywhere. If you want money, I’ll give you whatever I have. If you want your homework done, I’ll do it for you. Just please,” you begged, “throw it away.”

Daniel shook his head, sliding the paper towards you.

“That’s not why I paid for you. I don’t want to use you or anything.”

“Then what else do you want?”

“I want to help you.”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Help me? What could you even help me with?”

He shrugged. “Clearly, you’ve had to feel miserable for a while to finally write how you’re feeling all down.”

Finishing the remains of his drink, he wiped off his foam mustache, and grinned.

“But, hey, maybe Alvin giving me this paper was fate.”

“Shut up with all that cheesy bullshit.”

As time passed, you and Daniel became close friends. You’d hang out with him everyday after school, playing with his cats, hanging out with Daehwi at the shop, or random adventures for no reason. You even bought Alvin a little house together, so that he didn’t have to stay in the tree anymore.

“Hey Y/N,” Daniel called you, “Can you open the door?”

“Why?” you had groaned, awakened by his phone call.

“I’m outside.”

“Daniel, it’s 1:00 AM.”

“Exactly. It’s the perfect time to go eat pancakes.”

You were starting to open up to Daniel, telling him all your problems and random thoughts. Every single time, he’d listen intently. You’d also listen to him, and his frustration with art, or his goal to become a singer someday. It was blissful.

“Y/N,” Daniel groaned, “I don’t understand chemistry. This sucks.” He slumped into his chair, frustrated with the concept. Looking up from your homework, you grabbed his worksheet.

“Here,” you laughed, “I’ll teach you. Daehwi said you’re having a test soon, right?”

His eyes lit up and his bunny smile was pinned to his face. “You’re the best.”

You still didn’t tell him about your situation at school, telling him that you just didn’t like talking about it. Daniel dropped it, not wanting to cross boundaries, but reminded you that he was always going to be there for you, no matter what.

He definitely proved that.

You found yourself rocking back and forth on your bathroom tiles, tears streaming down your face. A panic attack hit you as the storm continued to rage on, and it wasn’t helping your case at all. Usually, your mom could help you calm down, but she was away on a business trip. Shaking, you slowly grabbed your phone, dialing to call Daniel to help distract yourself.

“Hey,” you whispered into the phone, “How are you?”

“Hey!” he answered, but then hearing your shaky voice, concern soon laced in with his voice, “Wait, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you managed.

“You don’t sound like it. I’m coming over, okay?” You heard footsteps and Daniel rummaging through something.

“You don’t have to, I’m fine, I promise,” you said.

“Y/N, you sound like you’re having a panic attack. I get them, too. Stay on the line with me, I’ll be there soon.”

Soon enough, you heard your bathroom door slowly open, and in walked Daniel. His hair was wet from the rain, out of breath from sprinting towards your house.

“Hey,” he breathed, “your door was unlocked. I locked it for you.” Kneeling down, he slowly sat down, rubbing circles on your back. A bolt of lightning flickered through your window, and you shrieked.

“Daniel, I can’t do this anymore,” you heaved, “I can’t keep feeling this way. I’m so weak.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, “you’re strong, Y/N. Hang in there, and slowly count down from ten. I’m right here with you.”

With his help, your attack slowly ceased, leaving you exhausted. Softly smiling, Daniel pulled out his backpack, throwing random things at you. The first, was one of his hoodies, followed by tons of snacks.

“What movie?” he asked, holding up three.

“Daniel,” you sighed, “You didn’t have to do this. I’m sorry for bugging you, you can go now if you need to.”

Daniel shook his head. “Y/N, I wanted to do this. I knew you hated lightning so I was actually about to call you when you called me. And besides,” he grinned, “Didn’t you say you were hungry earlier? I brought food.”

As the movie played, you found Daniel looking at you and not watching.

“Promise me something,” he said, holding up his pinky.

“What is it?”

“That if you ever go through an attack like that, to call me. Like I said, I’m always here for you.”

There was no doubt that you found him attractive, but you knew that he was out of your league, and you didn’t stand a chance. He was funny, smart, attractive and everything you ever dreamed of when it came to an ideal boyfriend. And you? You were a girl who barely talked to anyone at school, who never wore makeup, and would much rather sleep in than go to a party. Daniel was more fit for someone who was wild, or someone sexy; and that wasn’t you.

Daehwi always thought the opposite, urging you to confess to Daniel about how you feel.

“Y/N, you don’t see the way he looks at you! And, he won’t ever shut up about you at school,” Daehwi insisted, wiping the coffee mugs, “He obviously likes you a lot.”

“I still can’t believe you,” you sighed, “Daniel is..Daniel. I’m just me.”

Daehwi shook his head. “You’re so oblivious.”

That was two weeks ago.

Today after school, Daniel and you had been planning to hit the new vinyl store downtown, but you were interrupted.

“Hey, slut, where do you think you’re going?”

You turned to find yourself with Ong’s new girlfriend and her possy. You could see why Ong had picked her; she was gorgeous. With long legs and even longer hair, you knew she was Ong’s type.

“Hi,” you said, trying to walk past, “I’m kind of in a hurry. Can we talk later?”

You were yanked back as the girl grabbed your backpack, throwing you onto the floor.

“Little bitch,” the girl sneered, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Staying silent to not anger them, you got up from the ground, dusting off your pants. “What did you guys want?”

“How did you become friends with Kang Daniel?” she said, crossing her arms, “Your ugly self was seen with him two nights ago at The Cuppa.”

“Hmm,” you mused, “Yeah, we go every other day. Our friend works there.”

This seemed to anger the girls even more, who were now starting to kick you. You didn’t fight back, fully aware that if you did anything to defend yourself, they’d use it against you later. One by one, bruises and cuts appeared all over your body, and you clutched your now black eye.

“You disgusting brat!” Ong’s girlfriend yelled, “I better not see your slut self next to him ever again!”

“Try saying that one more time.”

You and the girls looked to see none other than Daniel standing behind you, and he was more than livid.

“D-Daniel!” a girl blushed, “What are you doing here?”

“Tzuyu,” he said, slowly, “What’s going on here?”

“Oh, nothing,” she giggled, “We’re all just having fun.”

“This doesn’t seem like fun to me.”

His voice was low, but menacing as he slowly walked in front of you, looming over all the girls, who seemed to wilt in fear.

“I gave you a chance to tell me the truth, because I saw what was going on and decided to approach the situation myself. If I see this happen again, I swear to God Ong Seongwoo and you will both pay for this.”

He gave a steely look to the other girls, who all nodded before running off in tears.

“D-Daniel, I don’t understand!” wailed Tzuyu, “Just what exactly do you see in that slut?”

Daniel whipped back around, his eyes now blazing.

“Y/N is not a slut. Y/N is not the girl who cheated on me with my best friend; that was you. Y/N is my girlfriend now. You had your chance when you had it, and I don’t want to ever see you hurting people who I care about ever again. Hurry up and leave.”

As she ran off, Daniel helped you get up, put his jacket over you, and asked softly.

“Is this what was going on at school that you didn’t want to tell me?”

You nodded.

“But why?”

“Daniel, I’m not trying to be weak. I don’t want you to see me like that.”

“I don’t see you like that,” he protested.

“Then, may I ask what the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing was about? Aren’t we just friends?”

“Well..that was what I was going to ask you to be today, but I think we need to get out of your school’s yard and to a hospital first.” His face was red as he grabbed your arm, in attempt to drag you away from your school.

That took you by surprise.

“Wait, forget the hospital thing,” you said, removing his arm, “since when did you like me?”

Daniel sighed. “Even before I met you.”

“What?”

“Y/N, do you remember a chubby kid named Kang Euigeon from elementary school?”

You did. Euigeon was a kid in your class who didn’t really have friends and was always made fun of for his weight. You gave him your sandwich one day, packing two, telling him he should be happy for who he is. You were pretty sure he moved after elementary school, but you never found out what happened to him.

“Yeah! He was in my class. Why, do you know what happened to him after he moved?”

“You’re speaking to him right now.”

“What?”

“Y/N, my real name is Kang Euigeon. I changed my name after my dad died. I didn’t actually move,” he laughed.

“We were only kids, but I was going through super rough times because of how I felt about myself, and back then, you saved me. It was my turn this time,” He smiled.

“Daniel, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you huffed, “How did I not recognize that you both had that bunny smile; weren’t we friends back then too?”

“Well, I figured you already knew, but Daehwi told me you didn’t. He also told me that you don’t believe that I like you too.”

He softly grabbed your arm, tracing over the faded lines like you once did.

“These are battle scars, Y/N, and I promise that I’ll make sure you never feel like this again.”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I’m not the most perfect girlfriend in the world. I don’t like parties, I have an extreme caffeine addiction, I’d rather go to an art exhibit than a concert, and I always feel like I’m bugging people. But, there’s one thing that I do know, and it’s that if I was to spend the rest of my life with someone, it has to be you.”

Embarrassed by your long speech, you looked down at the ground, but Daniel lifted your chin to meet his smiling face. His eyes crinkled and he grinned once again, before placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“It’s always been you.”

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