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diavolodigitale · 3 years ago

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Dream Sequence. Julian

A-a-and it’s over! Thank god, this one was incredibly hard to finish. I apologize to all Julian fans in advance for writing this but I am not really sorry! Well, maybe only a little bit.

All parts of the trilogy: Lucio - Asra - Julian - All stories in PDF

A part of the "trilogy" about dream encounters dedicated to Julian (because he deserves it). Nothing special, just You (or the Apprentice, or the Reader, however you view it) and Julian spending some time together (if you know what I mean, which you probably don't, so go ahead and read it, it's pretty short, I promise). My character was male, but you are free to imagine whoever you want since there are no references to it in the text.

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Dreams, POV First Person, One-shot

Pairing: Julian/Apprentice(or Reader or You or Whatever)

Characters: Julian, Reader/Apprentice/You

Rating: G for Geez this one’s not so good ಠ╭╮ಠ

Size: around 2500 words yet again (what a coincidence, I know)

I open my eyes and see that everything around me is incredibly, terribly dull. It’s swamps as far as the eye can see, with only occasional floating isles of solid land. All of the trees are rotting and old. Their thin branches are reaching up like long eerie claws, with vines hanging everywhere, blocking many paths and obscuring the landscape. I cannot see the sun; the whole sky is covered with heavy clouds ready to burst any minute.

It doesn’t take me long to figure out whose dream this is. Being here alone brings me no satisfaction so I immediately venture to find the owner of this gloomy realm.

After a few minutes of aimless wandering, I finally spot a figure leaning on a broad tree trunk. I would have probably missed it, was it not for its white broad shirt floating in the wind.

Before I can come close enough to make my presence known, Julian looks in my direction. He doesn’t seem surprised and displays something more akin to mild excitement.

“I have not expected to see you here, but now that I have, I don’t want to imagine what would happen if I didn’t!” he shouts and waves at me.

I give him a smile and approach. My boots are already sodden and I am just glad to stand on the solid ground and not ankle-deep in mud.

“So, what are you doing here?” he asks, leaning back against the tree with arms crossed on his chest.

“Looking for you, of course,” I say, trying to shoo away the annoying insect that seems to have gotten stuck in my hair.

“Oh, how sweet of you,” he says and winks, grinning all the time. “You’re certainly a sight for sore eyes.”

“And why exactly are you here?” I ask. I know that the majority of ordinary people cannot control their dreams the way magicians do, but there still has to be a reason why Julian is in such a place out of all the possible options.

“As far as I can tell, it’s just your regular old meaningless dream, so, probably, no reason. Although now that you are here, I start to doubt that,” he says and squints at me, his gaze full of artfulness.

I roll my eyes and purse my lips.

“No, no, I’m serious!” he says hastily. “I just started to miss you, and now you’re here so I... I’m just glad to see you. And I do want to spend some time with you now since there’s hardly anything better I could be doing here.” The usual grin is back on his face and I cannot help but give him a smile in return.

“You are truly unbearable, you know that?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

“Well, then…” he mutters and I notice how his back arches against the tree he is leaning at.

“Well, then...?” I repeat and raise my eyebrow even higher, waiting for him to elaborate. I can guess what crossed his mind, but with Julian I can never be sure about anything.

“Perhaps, I deserve to be disciplined…” he proceeds intriguingly, starring at me, hardly trying to hide the hunger in his eyes.

I shrug and curve my lips, pretending to have no idea what he is talking about.

Julian sighs impatiently and pulls me by my arm, making me bump right into him. I hear his breath quickening and feel the tight grip on my wrist which signals that he probably does not intend to let go.

“Let’s just say, you have my permission to be a bit more… rough today. I do deserve a punishment after all,” he whispers and gently traces my neck with the tip of his nose.

I sigh quietly. Sometimes I give in to one these moods of his, but it just cannot go on like this forever. Not the way he makes it at least.

“To deserve a punishment, you first have to actually convince me you did something bad, Julian,” I say and carefully pull away from him.

He furrows his brows as he is taken aback by my response. Soon, however, he plasters another toothy smile on his face and lightly tugs at my arm.

“Oh, so you want me to beg for it, I see. Fine by me, I even like this idea a little more…” he says and kisses me behind my ear.

I enjoy his closeness but cannot stop worrying that there is no getting through to him because of how obsessed he is with his feeling of guilt. I decide that there is no other way for me to resolve this other than changing my strategy, so I try to soften the expression on my face and push him against the tree.

“Actually, I thought, maybe I could ask you to be rougher with me,” I whisper, doing my best to sound sincere with my request, and rub my nose on his cheek.

I feel him tremble with his whole body and pray to all gods that my plan works.

“Me?” he asks in disbelief. I look up at him, my eyes full of plea and sincere wish, and he immediately gives in. “Right,” he says and lets out a nervous laugh,” I cannot be the only one who gets all the luxury. It’s only fair if I… If I…”

I nod agreeingly and tilt my head back a little, exposing my neck. I see the uncertainty in his eyes and stroke his face gently to encourage him.

I realise that I myself seem to start shaking, expecting eagerly for him to act, and I can neither understand why nor stop it. There is always a certain tension between us at moments like this, yet this time is feels different.

Julian wraps his arms around me, continuing to stare fixedly at one point on my neck. I feel my heart rate escalating and pray that he does something already because the wait is killing me.

He leans in and lands a few careful kisses on my neck. They seem to be as pleasant and gentle as always so I find myself enjoying them and even am able to relax a bit. Lingering uncertainly for a few seconds, he finally decides to give it a try and quickly bites me at the base of my neck. I yelp as it hurts a little more than I expected, and he immediately jerks back.

“I am so, so sorry!” he yells, his eyes round and full of guilt and fear. “Are you okay? Is there any blood? Let me take a look at it. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

I reach to the spot where he bit me before he does anything and feel it with my fingers. There obviously is no blood as he hasn’t bitten even remotely violently enough to pierce my skin. I exhale with relief and look at his worried face.

“Oh, please, forgive me, I will never do it again! What was I even thinking?” he says and pulls on his hair, sliding down the tree trunk.

I squat beside him and lift his face by the chin to make him pay attention to what I want to say.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, feeling the waves of guilt for what I made him do starting to wash over me.

“Horrendous,” he says, his eyes already trimmed with red. “And guilty, and sorry, and…”

“That’s also how I feel when I hurt you, Julian. That’s what I wanted you to understand,” I finally muster and feel the heavy burden lifted off my shoulders.

He squeezes his eye shut and bumps his head against the tree behind him.

“How foolish of me… I have never even thought about that before. I don’t know how you can forgive me for this,” he mutters. It looks like he wants to reach out and grab my hand, but decides to jerk back when our fingers nearly touch.

I take his hand into mine and the leather of his glove feels cool against my skin. We’re both exhausted so the sooner I end this conversation the better.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty or sorry, I just want you to respect yourself more. Don’t sell yourself short, you also deserve care and affection, just like everybody else,” I say, stroking his hand. “There is time and place for everything, of course, so if you want me to, I can treat you differently, but I don’t want to see how you look down on yourself all the time.”

Julian’s lips stretch into a wide sincere smile and he looks at me with all the warmth that a single person can hold.

“I am such a fool, even the manifestation of you I have in my mind is much smarter,” he says quietly.

I look at him questioningly, not understanding what he is trying to say.

“This single dream is the best and most useful one I have had in years. Now that you’ve opened my eyes... I will not make the same mistake when I wake up and meet the real you again, my darling,” he says and lovingly strokes the side of my face.

“Julian…” I begin, not even knowing how to approach this, “you do know that this is me, don’t you? I am not something you made up in your sleep, this is actually me.”

I watch his eyes that were so calm moments ago become wide again and slide closer to him. The last thing I want is for him to have a breakdown because of me.

“I am… the worst,” he simply says and sighs.

“That’s not true,” I object and kiss him softly on the lips. He returns my kiss with triple the force, and I feel like I’m melting under his touch.

All of a sudden, a big heavy droplet lands right on my nose and, disappointed, I am forced to open my eyes. Soon, many more of them follow, and before we know it, we are both sitting soaking wet under a tree that has absolutely no means to protect us from the rain.

I am worried for Julian so I look him up and down to make sure he is alright. I notice his now half-transparent shirt sticking to the skin on his chest and his shoulder and hastily look away, but he has followed my gaze and is already grinning at me again.

“We should seek shelter,” I say, trying to shout above the storm that is starting, and help him up from the ground.

“Agreed, I am not a fan of drenching in the rain, even if this is a dream. Come on,” he says and confidently wraps his hand around my waist, “I know just the place for us to hide.”

Soon the rain turns into a downpour and we have to run for our lives to avoid its stinging heavy droplets almost bruising our skin. The place is magical, after all, and so is the rain, so it’s much more unpleasant than any other rain I’ve ever experienced. I suspect that the place is in such a state of gloom precisely because of how Julian feels but I keep it to myself and follow his lead. Even while running, he holds my hand tight and turns around every minute or so to make sure I am fine and able to continue going.

I trust Julian to choose the path among identically looking withered trees the branches of which are interwoven with different sorts of creeping plants. My trust pays off when we arrive at a cave entranced which is carefully tucked away behind tall dry bushes. I definitely wouldn’t have noticed it if I were to look for shelter on my own.

The cave is rather small, there’s barely enough room for it hold two people and an impromptu campfire, but we manage. Most of the twigs we are able to gather are completely wet, so I have to use a bit of magic for the sparks to finally start the fire. Julian is ecstatic about what my magic can do while I am silently thanking Asra for teaching me this trick right in time for me to be able to use it now.

Being able to catch our breath in the modest sanctuary provided by the cave, we relax a bit and ponder over what we can possibly do here with such limited possibilities.

I sneakily peer at Julian to make sure he is okay (or so I tell myself at least). He’s in a better condition than I expected, breathing deeply and with his cheeks pink from running, but still drenched to the bone. I cannot help but lower my gaze a bit and notice that his shirt is now sticking all over his upper body, contouring every muscle.

It goes without saying that he immediately catches my glance and reveals his teeth in a predatory grin. I must’ve been gawking at him for too long. It makes me feel embarrassed so I shift my gaze to the fire before me.

“Oh, no need to be so shy, after all, my view here is not much worse than yours,” cackles Julian and slides closer to me.

I doubt his words, remembering that I am also wearing a travelling cape given to me by Asra on one of the holidays we celebrated together in our shop.

It suddenly dawns on me that I actually know the spell that can dry our clothes so I think about using it to help out Julian, but then hesitate. He doesn’t seem like he really needs it now and I am somehow amused by the idea of him staying the way he is.

“How are you feeling? Want me to dry your clothes?” I ask to get rid of the pricks of my conscience.

“No, I don’t think so,” predictably says Julian. “I haven’t felt this good in a while, actually. What about you?”

“I am… fine,” I say. I really am fine but feel hesitant about saying it because it seems to me that he wanted to hear something else instead.

Julian pouts and only nods silently to my reply.

Not knowing what to do, I take off my cape and wrap it around his shoulders to make sure at least the exposed areas of his skin are covered with soft cloth. It makes absolutely no sense since we’re still in a dream and I have a dozen other ways to help him if he wanted me to, but it just feels like the right thing to do.

His smile softens somehow and I see the tips of his ears, which are sticking out from his wet auburn hair, growing red.

“Come here,” he says and motions me to come sit on his lap.

I oblige and soon lean my back against his chest with his long legs resting on my sides. He lets his slender fingers slide into my hair, combing it and scratching the delicate skin on the back of my neck. It’s a very calming and pleasant feeling, so I close my eyes and let myself get some rest.

“You know…” I start, feeling that I simply have to say it.

“Mm?” he mutters, preoccupied with my hair.

“That… what you did… wasn’t so bad,” I say shyly, hoping he will still understand even with me sparing him the details.

Julian’s fingers stop moving and he tilts his head to take a cautious look at my face. Before he can come up with any ludicrous remarks on the topic, I hurry to elaborate.

“Well... it’s you, so I know you’ll never hurt me or… And I’ll also never really hurt you, so… You know… You understand, don’t you?” I ask pleadingly. This turns out to be much harder than I expected. “Sometimes I’m just not in the mood and I want to be gentle with you. You deserve it.”

“I do?” he only asks.

“Change my mind,” I reply playfully, thinking that I will most likely regret it later.

I hear him chuckle and a second later feel his teeth carefully nibble at the base of my neck a few times. It tickles more than it hurts so I follow the reflex and tilt my head back to make him stop.

“If I do, will I ever be able to change it back?” he asks curiously, slides his arms in front of me to hug me and begins to trace circles on my stomach.

“With enough effort, everything’s possible,” I say, positioning my body a bit lower to rest my head on his chest.

“That’s good to know.”

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kyoonqs · 4 years ago

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iluso amor ; first part.

↬ summary: Cora has always considered herself elusive, easy to bore and adventurous to the last fiber of her body. One day for no apparent reason, she appears in front of the manager of a globetrotting circus passing through the city where she is temporarily staying to fill her life with magic. Baekhyun, as serious as he is handsome, has no intention of playing a role other than on the main canvas of the circus. He decides to separate Cora from her life of fantasies created by her travels and sets out to show her reality as raw and cruel as he knows it. Or so he believes.

Will time run out too quickly before love and passion devour him and he decides to risk everything for a love that lasts… Forever?

↬ pairing: baekhyun x cora fem!reader.

↬ circus!au ; illusionist!baek x hitchhiker!oc ; strangers to lovers au!

↬ genre: fluff ; romance ; angst ; drama.

↬ length: 2.8 k words.

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↬ author’s note: this is my first time writing a series, hope you enjoy it and any feedback will be appreciated. thanks for reading! ♡

Vanilla, caramel and butter scents invaded her nostrils the moment she stepped on the re-centering and she reminded herself that from now on she should get used to the smell due to her timely madness. Beyond her view, occasionally blocked by some old trucks, a red and yellowish-white circus tent loomed along with several smaller tents and a host of caravans. The largest tent, dotted with gold stars, had a large, deep blue sign bearing the name of the circus and its owner. In addition to a few tethered horses, Cora saw a number of huge cages with animals and all kinds of unsavory people, including some pretty dirty men, most of them encrusted with mud and rust.

She was beginning to regret the moment when she had ripped the worn out brochure from the lamppost and the idea of joining the circus scene rose out of boredom. Yes, that was the case, curiosity had killed the cat and she could not contain herself that late afternoon when she had driven her bicycle past the front of the tents and the multicolored costumes of the artists had simultaneously caught her eye. But now it was not like that, the moment she advanced towards the train car where she was to present herself for the position, everyone stopped what they were doing and fixed their eyes on her. Without thinking too much, she stepped forward steadily as her sneakers sank into the sandy ground and she staggering as she stared at the ticket booth where the same brochure she was carrying was presented.

Away from the scrutinizing stares that once haunted her, she took the steps of the carriage two at a time and froze when she saw him inside. He had hair as dark as molten chocolate and chiseled features that would make his face look too beautiful if it weren't for the firm jaw and menacing frown. Men who possessed that brutal appeal had always attracted her but at that moment she would have chosen someone less intimidating to interview her. She tried to calm herself by reminding herself that she would not have to spend more than a couple of hours with him and that it would all be over as soon as she explained clearly why she was applying for the job, which she was still completely unaware of.

She cleared her throat and began with her introduction, first name, last name, place of birth, previous jobs and reason why she was there - from the latter she omitted boredom as a possible factor. The man in question did not give her a single glance and, of course, did not speak a word. She stared straight ahead, the unyielding lines of that hard profile making her skin tingle.

–“I, I want to learn about the trade...” She swallowed.

–“I'm really interested in the job, whatever it is...” She swallowed again.

–“Bastard.”

Until the man in front of her turned his head and looked at her, she didn't realize what she had said. He arched a dark brow with mild curiosity, as if he wasn't sure he had heard correctly. Her impulsiveness took control and she felt her lips tremble, for it was clear that they didn't share her problems in restraining her inappropriate thoughts.

The metal legs of the chair where he was sitting screeched against the hard floor of the wagon. He stood up, ironed the wrinkles of his pants with his hands and looking into her eyes for the first time, he said in a stern and inflexible voice:

–“You are hired. Meet me after the last show behind the main tent.” And without further ado, he passed her by without giving any other explanation.

She could barely suppress a sigh. She directed a furtive glance at the boy, still nameless and wondered what she had gotten into but an irrelevant part of her was dying for new adventures and without a doubt, he would be the greatest from that precise moment.

–“Ladies and gentlemen, the show is about to begin! Come closer everyone!”

The man who made the announcement was the same man who was encouraging people to buy tickets the day the circus had arrived in town, although now he was wearing a red master of ceremonies jacket. At that moment Cora appeared before the young man in the carriage, leading a black horse by the reins with one hand. It was then that she realized that he was not only the manager of the circus but also one of its performers.

He was dressed in a velvet jacket, a velvet vest with nothing underneath and black trousers tucked into high leather boots that snuggled over his calves. A jewel-encrusted band of all colors surrounded his torso accompanied by fine iridescent chains and some ribbons of razo that fell from his pocket. He also carried a rolled whip hanging from one shoulder. Curious about the skills he would display in the arena –she had gotten one of the dancers to tell her when they would leave and to her surprise it would be the next morning– she followed the man with his eyes. At that moment he saw her. The decision she had made had been too recent to seek a way out and she still did not feel comfortable talking to him. Cora tucked her hair nervously behind her ear and refuse to take her gaze from the horse following him when he began to walk towards her.

–“There are unsavory people hanging around the circus. Until you know how everything goes, stay where the rest of the audience is, always” he told her as he adjusted some rings on his slender fingers.

–“Understood.” She responded, since she had just promised herself that she was going to put forth her best effort and not get carried away by first impressions that day.

–“Come in and take a look at the show.” His tone was firm, despite the fact that she was already heading back to where she was previously.

–“Wait! What is your name!?” She asked hastily, not realizing that perhaps she had sounded somewhat desperate.

He glanced at her over his shoulder with the corner of his mouth slightly curved. “Baekhyun!” He said, chuckling, and with that he returned to his place in line with the rest of the artists.

She was still feeling hot as she circled the crowd and entered the tent through the back entrance. She found a free spot in the stands. They were weathered white-painted planks of wood, hard and narrow, with nowhere else to rest one’s feet but on the seat of the spectators in the row below. But she quickly set aside her feelins of discomfort the awkwardness when the lights dimmed, a drum roll crescendoed and a spotlight illuminated the emcee on center court.

–“Welcome to the happiest circus in Valencia, welcome to Gran Fele Circus!”

The music exploded, played by a band consisting of two musicians with drums, a synthesizer, and a consola. A lively version of New York, New York began to play and a white horse entered in the arena with a girl who carried a flag with the name of the circus. The other artists followed, carrying colorful banners, smiling and waving to the crowd.

It was the troupe of acrobats that caught Cora's attention; three handsome men and a beautiful woman –whom she identified as the dancer who had helped her earlier– named Laia, dressed in gold sequins, shiny leggings and thick makeup. They were followed by a group of horsemen, clowns, jugglers, and trained dogs.

Baekhyun entered the arena alone, riding his fierce horse, and unlike the other artists, he didn’t wave his hands or smile. As he circled the track, he seemed such a distant and mysterious being. He was no stranger to the presence of the people, but somehow he remained isolated and gave a strange dignity to the colorful display.

As the show progressed, Cora was amazed at such talent.

Suddenly, the lights went out and the music died away. A blue spotlight illuminated the master of ceremonies, the only one occupying the dark center court. His voice turned dramatically low and a haunting, folk melody began to play in the background.

–“How many times have we wondered if we were crazy? How many times did someone make us doubt our actions? How many times has someone come before us with the idea of changing our thinking? Sanity makes us useless, many times it is better to be crazy. Life is made for taking risks and if you don't think so, let the next person convince you otherwise...before time runs out.”

The lights began to gradually increase in intensity, the music resounded and Baekhyun entered the middle of a path that seemed illuminated by small streetlights, thin beams of light that danced around him and that were reflected in the small sequins of his suit. With indisputable ease, he untangled the whip dangling from a waistband and sliced through the air in all directions with it. Small particles, like glitter, floated in the air suspended around him. He performed a series of skillfully executed feats that were both daring and dramatic. They had brought a few accessories onto the floor during the emcee's presentation: ribbon targets, fluorescent balloons, chandeliers, and more. Circling the runway, he popped the balloons one by one, and a bright red explosion, like drops of blood, shot through the air with each snap of the whip.

The lights dimmed until only he was illuminated by the spotlight, and he grabbed a second whip and made them pop and dance in all directions with such masculine grace, Cora gasped. The dance was increasing, with faster and faster movements and, as if by magic, the two whips became one. With a powerful twist of his arm, Baekhyun lifted him above his head to set him off in flames. The audience gasped, the lights went out, and the flaming whip danced wildly through the darkness. When the lights came on again, he had vanished.

–“What are you doing here? Hasn't anyone taken you to the motorhome yet?”

Cora roused herself, her eyes snapping open. Looking up, she saw the same deep brown eyes plaguing since afternoon that day. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was but then everything came to mind: the circus, the manager, the show, his whip.

She suddenly became aware of Baekhyun's hands on her shoulders, it was the only thing that had kept her from falling off the old stool that she had been seated on while waiting for him. She had decided to wait there since it was the most illuminated area around the tent, next to government mandated public toilets where there was still a queue to pass them.

She shifted uneasily under his hands and tried to regain her balance with the idea that he would release her.

–“Could you tell me what time it is? I've lost track of it waiting here for you.”

–“It's about 30 minutes to midnight,” Baekhyun put his hands in the pockets of his coat. Instead of the suit he donned for the show, he wore jeans ripped at the knees and a white t-shirt printed with the word ‘Supreme’ in terms of design. Despite the casual attire he didn’t look any less intimidating.

–“Look dulzura, you will have to get used to my presence, since I will be your guide and housemate from now on”. It wasn’t as if Cora hadn’t tried to do it before, in fact she had been attracted to him the moment she met him, only his personality –and now a whip– had slowed her down. He, at her lack of response, muttered something under his breath and after a sigh, spoke again.

–“Come on dulzura, I'll show you where you'll sleep for the next few months.” He turned and left at a fast pace to where the group of caravans were together, paying little attention to the fact that she had luggage that weighed a ton, the consequence of her idea to buy a memorable garment from each city she had visited until now.

–“Wait!” Her scream had an edge of hysteria, but he seemed not to hear it as he continued walking toward the line of caravans. She rubbed the sole of her sneakers across the ruff, gathering some on the toe of it as she dragged her foot. With a gasp, Cora started walking again. Baekhyun approached two vehicles that were parked next to each other. The closest one was a modern white caravan, it looked spacious inside and on its roof you could see a satellite dish. Next to it was another caravan, dented and rusty that appeared to have been silver previously. She begged to herself that it was the space caravan and not the other.

He stood in front of the ugly rusty trailer, opened the door, and disappeared inside. Cora grunted but conceded since she had stayed in worse places. Perhaps the inside wasn’t as hideous as it looked on the outside. Baekhyun reappeared at the door a moment later and watched as she approached fighting with her backpack towards him. When she finally reached the metal step, he offered her a cynical smile.

–“Home, sweet home, dulzura. Come in and settle”.

Cora had always found the Spanish language something to delight in but this was the third time the nickname had come out of his mouth directed at her and she could swear that the way the word rolled on his tongue and briefly hissed before pronouncing the syllable "zu", surely it was close to the song of the angels that received you when you entered paradise.

She sniffed and climbed the four steps that separated her and...the interior was much worse than the outside. Narrow, messy, it smelled musty and old, with a hint of mothball. In front of her was a miniature kitchen, the countertop metal, it had spots with peeling paint. To the right of the kitchen, the faded upholstery of the small sofa was barely visible under a pile of books, newspapers, and men's clothing. In addition, she saw an old, medium-sized refrigerator, wooden cabinets, and a bed with rumpled sheets.

Baekhyun stared at her blankly, genuinely doubting whether she had noticed.

–“It is a small caravan as you can see, but it is comfortable and cozy in the cold. It's all there is and all I have.”

The bed took up most of the back of the caravan, nothing separated it from the rest of the "rooms", the only thing that seemed to be secluded was the bathroom –which she would make sure to explore as soon as she had the chance. On the sheets there were tangled clothes, a towel, and something she couldn't make out from where she was standing.

–“I think I'll sleep on the couch, it would be better…”

He gazed absently at the tip of his foot, then looked up. She stared into those dark eyes –which depending on the light could be paler or even more blackened– and she felt a chill run down her spine, followed by another strange sensation that she did not want to examine further.

He slowly raised his hand, adjusting a lock of hair that had been tousled while she was struggling with her backpack, Cora froze and pursed her lips as she felt the softness of his thumb brush the hollow under her ear with something that it seemed like a caress.

–“Do whatever you want, dulzura. I have to go, I still have things to do.”

Cora gasped when she realized she should have felt danger but her skin had taken the brush of his thumb with pleasure. She felt Baekhyun's insolent hand move away from her hair as he pulled away from her, even though he had left something light on the trailing of her ear. The trailer door swung on its hinges. Baekhyun looked at her and stepped out of it, dropping his gaze from her face to a nonexistent point. Once he was out of sight, she reached for the object that was barely tickling her cheekbone and held the geranium between her fingers with a furtive smile on her face.

↬ This is all for this chapter, I promise to try to write more in the following parts. I will try to update every Saturday. Honorable mention: Oliv (@changshapatrol) without her this story would be nothing, thank you for your patience and trust in me. I love you, a lots ♡

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years ago

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Summer Solitude

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Mature

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic /

Story Warnings: Cursing, sexual terms and themes, flirting, playful spanking, vague mentions of kinks, mostly fluff and just silliness

Words: 2,395

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

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“Katsuki, where the heck are you taking me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yeah, I would. That’s why I’m asking, you smartass.” With a playful scrunch of her nose, Koge brought his hand up to her lips, placing soft kisses along his knuckles. “We’ve been driving for almost two hours and we’re out in the middle of nowhere now!” Their hands flopping back to lay on her bare thigh, the petite woman turned her gaze back to peer out at the passing trees, the thick forest surrounding the small countryside road not giving her any hints to where they were. All Bakugou had told her was to pack things for a day outdoors and to either bring or wear her swimsuit. Koge had decided on the latter, even though the tight material had begun to grow a tad uncomfortable in specific places, especially with her minidress coverup that had a tendency to cling to every curve.

Bakugou had followed her example, dressed in just some orange swim trunks and his typical black tank. Because of the way they had dressed, Koge thought they wouldn’t be going far, but it was clear at this point that she was mistaken. He had refused to tell her, and he wasn’t using a GPS to help her cheat or get hints, so the only real couple of clues she had was that the location was in nature and involved them getting wet somehow.

The curiosity was killing her.

“Well I’m not telling you. Be a salty bitch all you want, you aren’t getting shit out of me.” Bakugou rubbed his thumb along her skin, his palm hot against her thigh. “It’s a surprise for a reason, Utsuro. You’ll like it. Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve been able to go out on a date and not have two wild children to deal with.”

Koge gave a small sigh of relief at the thought, leaning her head back against the headrest. “I know! I can see now why you asked your mom to babysit. Those two little gremlins have been driving me crazy.”

“Natsuki’s not even a year old yet, either. She’s going to be a handful.”

“Just like her handful of a Daddy.” Koge smiled at her husband sweetly, rubbing up and down his forearm gently. “She’s literally going to be just like you. I hope you can handle it.”

“Tch, I think you’re the one that needs to pray. I can deal with one of myself, but you’ll have to deal with two.” A small grin stretched across Bakugou’s lips, careful as he turned the car through a tight corner. “And Matsuki might be a calm little squid right now, but who knows. He may just turn into a crazy person when he gets his quirk.”

“Katsuki, love, I have dealt with you my whole life. I can handle more of you. But you have never dealt with yourself. You’re going to go crazy, because you are crazy-- OW, hey-!” Koge burst out into giggles, trying to escape the wrath of her lover as he squeezed her leg right above her knee where she was ticklish. “No, no, don’t-! I’ll jump out of the car if you do that!”

“Well then you’ll be left alone to wander the woods all alone while I go enjoy our date.”

“Psh, yeah right.” Koge leaned over the console, hugging onto his arm with her cheek on his shoulder. “You’d miss me. You’d come looking for me.”

“Maybe in like… two days. Or a month.”

“You couldn’t last a day without me. Admit it!”

“Fine, fine. You’re right, Utsuro.” Bakugou took a moment to place a kiss on the top of her head, though he kept his focus mostly on the tight and uneven road. “Wouldn’t last a single day. Why else would I have married you?”

“‘Cause you like the way I suck your dick.”

“I only pretend.”

With a click of her tongue, Koge sunk her teeth into his skin, though he didn’t bother to react as he turned off the road onto a dirt and rock path. Distracted by the change, Koge released him and sat back in her seat, beginning to see some breaks in the trees that hinted at what was beyond. “Oooh, I think we’re almost there.”

Bakugou gave a small grunt in confirmation as the path curved, and before Koge could really prepare, they were out of the woods and thrust into a completely open field. Just as soon as they left the woods, the path turned back into a regular paved road, which ascended and curved along a grassy hill. When Koge finally caught sight of what was below, a small gasp escaped her lips, leaning against the door with her nose pressed against the window in an attempt to see better. “Wha-, Katsuki! Look at that! The water is so pretty!”

Below them, surrounded by forest and grassy parks, was a huge lake that extended farther than Koge could see, snaking around hills and islands and coated with the early morning fog. Having left the house a little before sunrise, the earth was still coated in a misty, glowing haze as the sun struggled to climb over the rolling clouds. The beams of yellow light that broke through glistened against the beautiful blue water, sparkling like millions of tiny diamonds. Along the right side that was visible to her, Koge could see a little beach area, with tables and a few people already scattered about, trying to prepare before the summer sun hit them in full blast.

“Are we going to that little beach?!”

“No, fuck that. My family pays for some exclusive land up here.”

“And you never told me this?!”

“They just bought it!” Bakugou huffed at the accusation secrecy, glowering at his wife out of the corner of his eye. “I wanted to surprise you with it! You always say you want surprises, but then you get annoyed when it’s something I didn’t immediately tell you about.”

“Is there a house on the land?” Koge continued her questions, ignoring his gripe for the moment. “Is it gated or fenced in? How many acres? Does it have a dock and-”

“Utsuro! You’re rambling.” Bakugou reached over and pinched her backside, since there was a little peek of her left butt cheek while she leaned forward to see the view over the dashboard of the car. With a yelp, Koge was quick to sit back down, pouting up at him while she rubbed the now stinging skin.

“Ouch! I’m just asking questions!”

“You’ll see when we get there. And stay sitting down!”

“I’m not going to go flying out of the car, Katsuki.”

“No, I don’t mean that. I just can’t focus on driving seeing your ass peeking out of that little coverup.”

After another thirty minutes of driving around the hillside roads with Koge asking questions that Bakugou refused to answer, they finally pulled up to a gate that was secured with a chain and large lock. After plopping a key into her hand, Koge hopped out at his request and unlocked the gate, pushing it open to allow him to drive in. Once they were through, Koge secured the gate back in place with a rattling of chains and a click of the lock, before crawling back into the car. “Oooh, that’s fancy! So secure!”

“My mom wants to get an electric gate with a keypad later down the road, just in case we have guests and shit that one to come stay here.”

“‘Stay’? So there is a house?” Koge smiled up at him slyly, putting the key back away where he had pulled it from originally. “You just gave it away!”

“Tch, whatever. You can see it through the trees, anyway.”

Sure enough, as they made their way down the driveway, a two-story house soon came into view, bringing a smile to Koge’s lips. “Damn! I can see why your parents wanted this place! Ooh! It does have a covered dock and everything! A fire pit too! Oh Katsuki, I want to live here.”

“Maybe when we retire and the kids are out of our hair, we can get a lake house. Or just move out here, I’m sure I’ll get it when my parents are gone, if it hasn’t gone to shit or anything. Utsuro, stop bouncing in your seat, you’re shaking the car!”

“It’s so amazing! Katsuki, I’ve always dreamed of a beach or lake house like this! I know it isn’t ours, but it’s so beautiful out here! Have you seen it all yet?”

“Just pictures,” Bakugou parked the car, glancing at the outside of the house before looking down at his impatiently wiggling wife. Unable to resist an amused smile at her excitement, he leaned over and gave her a firm kiss on the cheek to catch her attention, though it was followed by a softer, more affectionate peck. “Happy?”

Giggling softly with the affection, Koge turned her head to catch a quick kiss on his lips, caressing both of his cheeks. “I’m happy, Katsuki. And excited! C’mon, where’s my grand tour!”

“I don’t know where shit is, I’ve only seen pictures. You have to take your seatbelt off before you can get out of the car, you dumbass!”

The tour of the house was a quick one, with Koge bouncing down the halls and excitedly pointing out this feature or that detail and anything else that caught her eye. In design, it was very much like a traditional style Japanese home, much different from the modern design that Bakugou’s parents usually preferred, which is why he believed they decided to buy it. He was indifferent, but Koge was ecstatic, even her modern preferences fading away at the beauty of the house. By the time the couple got to the end of the dock, she was smiling nearly from ear to ear, taking in the beauty of the tranquil nature that surrounded them.

“It’s beautiful here, Katsuki. I’m not as much of a nature buff as you are, but this really is so nice! The water is so clear and clean. And there’s not another person around at all! Total privacy.” Leaning over a bit, she peered down into the water, looking about for anything interesting such as fish or plants. Most of the area was just rocks that she could see with very little vegetation, which would be good for swimming, and she already found herself wanting to jump in. “Let’s go get the stuff from the car so we can swim!”

“Sure. Y’know, it is beautiful out here. But nothing can compare to that ass in that swimsuit.” Smirk on his lips and malicious intent undetected by Koge, Bakugou waited until she was really close to the edge of the dock before bringing his full palm hard onto her ass. Paired with a push, Koge was sent squealing and flailing into the water, landing with a loud splash that rippled through the air, though it was dwarfed by Bakugou’s laughter. “Got you!”

Coming back up to the surface, Koge first took in a large breath to gather herself, shaking her head to rid her eyes of her hair and water to glare up at him. “Katsuki! You can’t go for two attacks at once! That slap hurt.”

“Boohoo. How’s the water-” Before he could even finish his question, Koge had stripped her coverup off and threw the bundled up ball of clothing at his face, hitting him before it fell to the wood at his feet with a slick plop. Face and chest now dripping with water, Bakugou stood there in shock for a moment before his menacing glare returned, slicking his hair back with the water that coated his forehead. “You think that was funny, Utsuro?”

“Yeah, big guy. You deserve it.”

“Oh yeah?” Stripping off his shirt, Bakugou tossed it aside, using only his feet to slip off his sneakers. “I deserve it? You know what you deserve?”

“What?” Koge began to swim backwards a bit, sly smirk on her lips. “Another spanking?”

Once all clothing was discarded besides his swim trunks, Bakugou took a few steps back before jogging forward, propelling himself off the edge of the dock to land full cannonball right in front of Koge. Before she could recover from the wave, Bakugou snatched her by the ribs, using his advantage of strength to lift her up and toss her into the air, sending her flying a few feet away as she squealed in delight. Laughing as he pushed his hair back from his face, Bakugou swam towards her. “That’s what you deserve, Utsuro.”

“It’s not fair!” Koge latched onto him, her arms around his neck and legs latched around his waist. “I can’t do stuff like that to you! You’re too buff.”

Caressing her body in close, Bakugou kissed her lips softly, placing a few last punishing pats on her previously spanked butt cheek. “Poor Utsuro. Too tiny to retaliate.”

“I could retaliate. I could pinch that cute little butt. Or give you some nice blue balls. You don’t get any pussy.”

Bakugou laughed, a sharp and amused chortle that brought a blush to Koge’s cheeks. “Yeah right! Utsuro, you’re obsessed with my dick, you wouldn’t be able to brush me off.”

“You don’t think so?”

“Nope.” Smirking against her lips, he squeezed a handful of her ass, only making her blush darken. “You’ve wanted to hop on my dick since this morning. You, retaliate by not letting me fuck you? That won’t ever happen.”

“Well, how about I bet you.” Koge nudged his nose playfully with her own. “I bet you that I won’t fall for your sexual advances until tomorrow. If I win, then we buy your parents a hot tub to go along with this place-”

“The fuck-?”

“-But if you win, then we can do that kinky thing you wanted to do, since we have time alone.”

“Seriously? With the knives?”

“Mhmm. But you can’t be all try hard. Everything has to be natural. Deal?”

“You’re gonna lose. But I’ll get you tonight, you have no idea what I have planned. You’ll be falling into my arms.”

“Apparently the only thing I’ll be falling into is the water, as you’ve so lovingly demonstrated. Ah, wait- No, Katsuki, don’t throw me again!”

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ashimakth · 4 years ago

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Hangang drama club

Pairing: jk x reader, jimin x reader, hoseok x reader

Chapters: more to come

Genre: angst, fluff, maybe future smut idk yet💜

Author’s note: pardon my English. It’s my second language, which I taught myself by watching numerous American TV shows 😅

Summary:Your friendship was unique and healing. They were your guardians and you were their polar star. Everything was working out perfectly until they left you, roughly and abruptly, making you chase after them and the thin veil of memories they left behind. And it felt like a triple stab right into the chest - because you loved them all. No, not only that. You were in love with them.

Three years had gone and your heart hadn’t healed. You didn’t know why it all happened but deep down you guessed - you were never enough for them. There was no place for you in their new adult life. They just went back to how it was before they met you, and it was alright.

It was alright until you met them all again. And as they took their turns to attack your poor heart, you job was to keep it whole without parting it into three equal pieces leaving yourself with none at all.

CHAPTER 1

You hated it. The smell, lingering in the air after a rainy morning, gray skies and deep puddles on the streets. It was that time of the year again.

You anticipated this autumn with anxiety every time you looked at the calendar.

The 1st of September.

The day he left you three years prior. His birthday.

He must be having fun tonight. At some club in Itaewon, sitting in a circle of his new friends, surrounded by colourful beverages and young females, flashing their chests to attract his attention.

He was buff in school already, and you could only imagine how handsome he looked now, considering his utter love for sports and pulling weights.

Was he doing it for himself or for other girls? Had he always been like that?

Had he noticed how much you liked that from the very beginning? Was it the reason he pushed you away?

Shame filled up your chest again. There was no doubt it was you who fucked everything up. Not them, no, never them, it was only your fault. They had never been anything but incredibly kind, patient and sweet. They taught you what real friendship was. They showed you how messed up your perception of people was; they taught you how to trust.

Just as you lift your third glass of pure soju towards your sour lips, a bright giggle filled the small dining room of Korean restaurant you were drowning your sorrows in tonight.

A young man, who walked inside with a group of same aged friends, quickly took the nearest table, making you hold your breath.

Jimin.

His hair was light pink this time, the colour he always loved on himself the most. You would never confess stalking his social media at night, how you smiled bitterly every time he posted a new photo or story. He was as charming as always, brushing his soft hair back and licking his plump lips, just before he turned around to call for a waitress and noticed you.

His bright expression quickly faded away and you immediately regretted coming here tonight. You regretted wearing a stupid white hoodie and just a mascara. If only you knew you would bump into your first love after three years of not seeing him, you would have definitely bothered to put some effort into your appearance. But every September 1st sucked out all of your energy so much you couldnt even lift a finger. Except today, there was something odd in the air because you were here and not in your bed.

Just three meters away from him.

He took a couple of seconds to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and it was really you, then turned back to his group of friends. Your heart sinked. It had been three years, two boyfriends and a couple of meaningless affairs, and you sincerely believed you were over them. Only September brought back the memories, but any other month of the year you felt almost completely positive that if you met one of them, you could keep a straight face.

Except the way he handled your encounter made you feel so rejected you wanted to leave the city and never, ever come back. Maybe you should have moved to Busan? Sunny weather, the sea, beautiful architecture. Calm and simple people. You loved simple things. Things that didn’t make you face complicated feelings.

‘Hi’.

His voice broke on the only word he uttered, and you knew you were totally fucked. The soft sound echoed in your ears and for a moment you thought you were hallucinating or seeing him in your sleep again before you realized it was really him.

You got distracted for a moment and he managed to slide into the seat opposite to you.

There was awkward silence as you stared at him, shocked by a sudden proximity. Was three years really enough to forget how he looked up close? Photos did him no justice, they could never capture the way his eyes sparkled under the lights or how adorable and hot his plump fingers were, framed by thick male rings. Did he still wear the one you gave him as a promise of always being on his side? From the look of it, no, he didn’t.

Jimin seemed nervous, but smiled nevertheless. That was what he always did whatever he felt on the inside - he smiled. Maybe you still knew him better that he knew himself…

'Do you… ’ He swallowed. 'Do you remember me? ’

You frowned. What did he mean? How could you not… remember him?

'We were… Um. Classmates. In high school. “ He chuckled, scratching behind his ear awkwardly. Your lack of answer increased his nervousness.

Classmates? What kind of nonsence was coming out of his mouth?

'Are you kidding me right now?’ You answered incredulously. 'What do you mean "do I remember you”? We literally spent every day of our last year at school together.’

The boy across from you visibly relaxed.

'Yeah, I know’ He breathed out. 'I’m sorry. It’s just… Some people preferred to erase me from their memory, so… I was just checking, sorry.’

'What do you mean?’ You asked, and by the way his expression changed you guessed he regretted saying the last part.

Jimin looked so lost that you wanted to kiss him. To stretch across the table, squish his cheeks and put your lips on his. To taste him again. You wanted to tell him that no matter what he said or did you would always have a place for his pretty soul in your heart, that there was no one like him on this planet but you knew it was unhealthy. Like your relationship with each one of them.

Unhealthy. Destructive. Wrong.

It was for the better that the circle ripped apart. It was better that way than seeing with your own eyes how their paths part ways with yours, how they get married and have kids, how they grow and become even more beautiful and more worthy men, while you just watch and silently desire. They could maintain their friendship without being madly jealous, but you couldn’t. And the idea proved itself when you met Jimin.

You would always want to own him if he was near, but you had no right to do so. He had never been yours, he wasn’t designed for it. He was meant for bigger and better things than your fucked up indecisive feelings.

Jimin looked at you not breaking eye contact and it made you think about how much he had changed. Not on the outside, really, he was still 50% cuteness and other 50% sexiness but the way he held himself despite being visibly shaken by your meeting showed that he definitely matured over the years. His posture, the way he spoke was calm and graceful, and not so chaotic like before. You wondered if you seemed different to him as well. Did he recognize Y/N he fed tokpokki after school in this same restaurant? Did he still think your eyes were pretty?

'Erm… What are you eating?’ He asked, trying to find something to change the subject, because, of course he knew what you were eating. It was right in front of him.

“Just… Meat. You?’ You took a small bite just to show him.

'Me too. We, I mean. My colleagues. From the store.’

'From Zara?’ You asked, trying to swallow the meat, but it stuck in your throat. God, you were shaking.

'Yeah.’ He smiled. 'Wait. How do you know I work there? ’

Shoot. Stalker caught red-handed.

'I saw you… ’ Don’t you dare tell him. Don’t. ’…when I was shopping. A couple of months ago. ’

Well, technically. You saw him. His. Photo. On his. Insta page. That you didn’t follow.

And you would never walk into that store, knowing he was there.

He beamed, eager to dig deeper, while you hoped he would drop the subject. 'Why didn’t you come up and say hi? I would’ve given you a discount.’ He winked. 'I’m the store’s manager. Which means I’m the boss. Well, almost.’ He giggled, his lips curving prettily. 'Technically there’s a senior manager above me, but she’s never around. So, I’m basically solving all the shit. But, please don’t say anything about it, lol, she’s right behind me’.

You giggled at his 'lol’, amused that he still used that word aloud in a sentence.

'I won’t. Don’t worry’. You smiled widely, and Jimin stared at your mouth for a split second, before averting his gaze somewhere to the side.

'Maybe… You want to join us? If you’re alone’. Jimin proposed. It seemed like he didn’t actually mean that and made the offer just out of politeness, judging by the way he fiddled with his fingers on the table. The boy was still looking everywhere but at you. What was he thinking about? What did he want? Why did he come sit here with you, smiling at you like that, melting your frozen heart? After disappearing from your life so abruptly, and leaving you all alone. You always considered him the most loyal out of all three. You supposed that at least Jimin, the boy with a heart of pure gold, would never break his promises.

When you thought that you still knew him the best, you were wrong. You couldn’t read him anymore.

'I don’t… Think I’ll be fun to spend time with tonight. Not really in the mood.’

'Why?’ Jimin finally met your gaze.

'It’s the day.’

He frowned. 'The day?’

'Yeah’.

'What do you mean?’

You didn’t want to answer. Did he really not remember? Three years ago on that same day Jungkook told you he didn’t ever want to see you again. That your friendship was over. That he didn’t see a future with you in his life. You cried, running after him, but he just left you there in Hangan park all alone. Not caring that you couldn’t keep up with him because your feet hurt in shoes a size too small. Not giving a single shit about you.

Your heart hurt, but you managed to squeeze out a, 'Why aren’t you with Jungkook today?’

Jimin frowned. 'Jungkook? I haven’t seen him in a while, actually. Why?’

You kept silent. He looked at you puzzled, catching your every movement as if trying to read you.

'Just… It’s his birthday. I thought you’d be with him, like always. And what do you mean you haven’t seen him in a while, did he go abroad or something?’ You were hundred percent positive they maintained their tight bond even after the four of you "split up” in 2017.

'Erm, no.’ Jimin chuckled bitterly and you finally saw another glimpse of an old version of him, incredibly soft for his best friend. 'We kinda… Decided to end things. And… God, it sounds like we dated or something’. He snorted.

'Well, it’s not far from the truth. There we dozens of girls practically begging for your attention, but the two of you always hid from them somewhere, hand in hand. I was so jealous at first’. You laughed.

'You were?’ Jimin looked at you strangely.

'Yeah… ’ You smiled, not noticing his gaze. Ornaments on the table seemed more interesting to you than his attentive eyes when you got so flustered. 'Sometimes I feel sad that our ways parted. I know, I know, people change, and I kinda expected that somewhere deep inside, but I’m not that… I’ve never been that important in the first place, joining you for a year and being an annoying bug, following you around while you and Kookie have known each other since Kindergarten. Connections like that can’t be ripped easily. You should call him, you know. Don’t be stubborn.’

The boy hesitated to answer. You didn’t look at him, so you couldn’t see what his face looked like.

Suddenly, and very unexpectedly, Jimin got really angry.

'How can you say that?!’

You looked up to see him staring at you intently.

'How… What?’

He brushed his hair back, shaking his head in disbelief, then smacked his palms on the table, earning a couple of anxious glances from the table to your right, where his colleagues sat at.

'Jimin, is everything okay?’ Some young man from the group asked him worriedly.

Jimin breathed audibly through the nose, heat running up his neck and covering his cheeks in splotches.

'You have no fucking idea.’ He whispered. 'How fucking hard it is sometimes. How hard it is still.’

You wanted to cry. He really scared you with this. The bitter taste in your mouth was a hint that you were going to weep pretty soon, and, seeing him so angry at you, so pissed off by only a sight of you, it made your fight-or-flight response kick in. You remembered his expression when he just saw you today, recalled the way he held himself too formal, smiling overpolitely - too distant and cold for the sweet and warm Jimin you knew before - always so understanding and ready to support your any idea no matter how stupid or wrong it was, and everything finally came into place.

It took three years and this encounter to dispel the illusion. They all despised you. Jungkook and Jimin. And maybe… Hobi did too?

It took no time grabbing your purse and storming out of the restaurant. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but even through the pain you gave it one last chance and stopped to listen.

You prayed to hear his voice calling after you. He always went after you whenever you were mad or upset. Your Jimin would never leave you alone in the dark. He would always care that you got home safe. He was always… On your side.

But there was none. Nothing. Only dead silence and sound of droplets hitting the ground. Cold rain masked your tear-stained cheeks, being your only guard in the night.

You really hoped that Jungkook was happy tonight. He was turning 21, and you hoped he wasn’t crying like you, all alone.

But, no matter how hard you tried to persuade yourself that you were a good person, you wanted him to cry. Before going to bed that night you imagined his heart being broken into million unmendable pieces just like he managed to break yours.

Have you ever imagined what your life would be like if you were opposite gender? Would things be easier if you were a boy?

Sometimes you remembered summer days at the beach, when all of your boys went swimming, while you sat there, toes buried in sand and eyes trained at the water, full of jealousy.

You couldn’t tell them you were on your period, because in your small circle the term didn’t exist. You were the only female, and you four never talked about it. Such topics were reserved for girly talks.

The two youngest were utterly oblivious when you lied about water being too cold for you for the third day in a row. Hoseok, on the other hand, retreated to the shore right after dipping only once.

He plopped on a towel next to you and wiggled a little until his thigh and arm were flush to yours. His skin was wet and cold but you felt his warm stare while he examined your face.

'Does it hurt?’

You looked at him frowning.

'Your stomach. I heard that it hurts when you bleed. Just wanted to tell you that if you need anything: painkillers, pads, tampons, just tell me. Okay? I’ll go get them for you.’

You kept silent. The very idea of discussing periods with Hoseok was awkward as hell. What had gotten into him? You never… Mentioned tampons and…pads.

Denying would have been stupid. So you just shrugged, 'Why? So suddenly. ’

He pressed closer, lowering his head so no one on the beach could overhear you. 'Because I don’t want you to feel lonely when you’re with us. I would be the worst friend if I let you go through this alone. I don’t want you to be ashamed of anything in front of me, and I hate the idea of any of you three feeling helpless and silently suffering.’

'Okay… ’ You whispered, shame still licking at your insides but with his sweet words it dissipated a little.

'Yeah?’ He smiled that sunshine smile of his, like you made him the happiest man alive just by being there with him, and you reciprocated.

'Mhm. I don’t want that either. You can tell me everything too. ’

He looked so content watching the seawaves there by your side. Was it even possible not to fall in love with this person eventually? His precisely graven side profile, his lean body, his sweet vanilla scent - everything about him was extremely enticing and you quickly got trapped into his net.

He was a beautiful creature and every time he was around, saying these warm words, looking at you like that, you melted. If you had to pick one you wanted to touch the most it would have definitely been Hoseok. You wanted to trace his nose and lips with pads of your fingers, to caress his cheeks and brush his hair all the way to the nape of his neck, feeling his softness, his silkness everywhere. There was something about his presence that intoxicated you to the state of dizziness. To the state of craziness, making you completely forget about any decency.

You prayed he didn’t know that.

But sometimes you suspected that Jungkook did.

Sometimes you caught him staring at you while you stared at his childhood friend, and it made you sick to the stomach. You were disgusted by yourself. What if Jungkook really knew what was going on in your brain?

But then you checked again and he was already busy with something else, yelling loudly or jumping around. Maybe you were just making that up because there just had been too much on your mind since you started to hang out with them? Everything was new to you: you had never been best friends with a boy before, not to mention three boys all at the same time; you had never went on a trip with boys only. You basically didn’t know much about how they functioned. Their thinking, their behaviour were subjects you yet needed to study.

At that time, when everything just started, you couldn’t even imagine falling in love with three people at the same time.

But, eventually, you did. Jimin first. Then Hobi. And lastly… Jungkook.

It was inevitable.

When you changed schools, Hoseok greeted you on your first day, accompanying you to your class. You were so nervous you didn’t even remember his name, not to mention his face. Feelings came later. Much later.

You didn’t fit in from the very start. Girls seemed to ignore you, having already established their small friendship circles and not bothering to welcome someone new, and boys were… Boys were just boys. You weren’t the type to approach them first. They usually broke your heart, so you got used to keeping your distance.

However, there was someone who couldn’t bear you looking all lonely and sad. Pity was his weakest point and it did him no good. Eventually, he saved you just like he used to save kittens and dogs, abandoned and wandering around the streets.

On the third day of you sitting all alone, someone put a packet of strawberry milk right in front of you on your desk. When you looked up at him you saw a young boy with kindest smile holding his both hands up in a greeting. He was wearing only white shirt with a blue tie, no jacket, and you immediately recognized him as the student who went to the blackboard far more often that anyone else in the class. He was an A student, you figured.

'Hi, Y/N! What’s up?’ He asked cheerfully, taking the seat in front of you and turning so he could see you properly.

You blinked at him a few times before he laughed, the sound and his charming smile speeding up your pulse. 'I’m Jimin. And this is my favourite milk, very good one. You should drink it.’

Your first impression of him, apart from him being extremely cute, was that you really liked his laugh. And he did laugh a lot, turning out to be a very giggly person.

Strangely enough, after that day you started to hang out during the breaks pretty regularly. It went by the same scenario every day: he plopped on the seat in front of you and started a mindless conversation about homework or that day’s menu at the canteen and you just listened, relaxing in his presence day by day. He seemed to notice the way you spoke up more because soon enough he exchanged seats with a boy in front of you by bribing him with a box of chocolate and, finally, started to be around you all the time.

He blended in with your everyday life in a spance of a week, making you feel as if he had always been there. He helped you with equations you couldn’t solve or lend you pens and pencils, being just at arm’s length whenever you needed something. He acted unobtrusively, respecting your personal boundaries and keeping your relationship formal, and you were grateful for that.

Apart from the lunchbreak, when students had to go down to the canteen to grab some food. You couldn’t bear sitting at the dinner table all alone without Jimin, who tended to misteriously disappear from his desk right after the bell, so you prepared your own food at home and ate it in class. Asking him to take you with him felt pretty intrusive, so you just stuck to doing that, and, considering that there was no one except you usually, you felt fine on your own, not questioning Jimin’s absence too deeply.

Two weeks went by like this: you met in class, hung out together, parting for lunch, then got together after it, and said goodbye when he left home first. That was until one time he forgot his umbrella on the desk and you ran after him only to be hit by a muscular chest right in the face.

Strong hands immediately gripped your shoulders, preventing you from falling, and you were pressed to him tightly as he tried to regain balance. He smelled like cherry and you found it endearing. The boy quickly moved away and let you go as if embarrassed for touching you in the first place.

That’s when you looked at him properly and immediately regretted it.

He was the most attractive boy you had ever seen. The type you were most scared of, because it was 'your’ type. He was your type.

The guy you would definitely notice in a crowd. Type of boyfriend you always dreamed of having.

With thick black hair, all tall and strong. Muscular to the extent of it being noticeable, but not too much. Handsome face, gracious posture and smelling like cherry. Smelling like a treat. Presenting your dirtiest fantasy to life.

'Hey, JK! I told you to wait! Don’t go the-’ You heard Jimin shouting right before he emerged from the corridor. 'Oh, Y/N…’

You had never seen Jimin’s friends before. And, by the way Jimin glanced between the two of you, you supposed he wasn’t really fond of the idea of you meeting one of them.

'Y/N?’ The tall boy uttered, boring into your eyes and making you blush. His attention gave you no pleasure as you shrinked underneath it and not in a good way.

'Jungkook. Let’s go.’ Jimin said firmly, grabbing his umbrella from your hand, whispering a soft 'thank you’ to you and pulling Jungkook away. 'See you tomorrow, okay?’ He offered apologetically as they both moved back into the hall.

You just stood there, staring blankly at their backs while they departed, Jungkook turning his head to look at you again and again while Jimin pushed him forward.

When they disappeared behind the ladder, you had to grab the doorframe not to sink to the floor. Your heart was racing like it was you who just ran there all the way from the first floor and not Jimin.

The next morning you met as usual: Jimin stepped into the empty classroom, arriving early just like you, and took his seat, flashing you a blinding smile before dropping his backpack on the floor. You really wanted to ask him about Jungkook, about who he was and if he would come again later so you could see him once more. And despite feeling utterly flustered just by thinking about being near him again, you couldn’t help but seek for his presence, his face not leaving your thoughts since the moment he touched you. You were undoubtedly interested.

However, every time you tried to start a conversation about Jungkook, Jimin suddenly changed the subject or quickly came up with some urgent business he had to take care of. Eventually, you decided to drop it, afraid of being too pushy and losing your only friendly face among the students.

Days went by, and bearing with school became much easier as you finally broke the ice with some of the classmates. Jimin looked pretty satisfied watching you interact with others as if his job was successfully done.

Among the excitement of being finally accepted by people you almost forgot about Jungkook and the seeds of feelings he planted in you.

That was until he decided to find you first.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #j hope x reader #jung hoseok x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin x you

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wannawrite · 7 years ago

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Colourless [ finale ]

who?: Wanna One’s Park Woojin genre:🌺🌸 type: scenario, short series word count: 2.6K part one | part two | part three | part four part five / five blog navigator. • soulmate AU • you live in a colourless world and you will until you meet your soulmate, they’re meant to brighten up your life • one day, you can finally see in colour but...he can’t finally, there’s no question mark. yes, this is the end of Colourless :”) I’m happy it isn’t a flop because I worked super hard on this and I’m so GLAD YOU GUYS SEEMED TO LOVE IT PLEASE GIVE LOVE TO THE FUTURE SOULMATE SERIES. Ong’s 01 is already up! Thank you so much for supporting this mini series 💗 - Admin L

“What colour is this...” you whispered to yourself, not expecting any form of reply as you ran your hand down the shirt. Everything was so new to you, it was almost difficult to comprehend. The hardest thing to process right now was the fact that you had a date with your soulmate, who had despised you until a day ago when you talked things out, in a couple of hours. Absent-mindedly, a happy smile spread across your face. Perhaps it was unintentional but right now, you had no control of your emotions. For the first time in awhile, they were not ones bringing misery or anger, it was now pure and simple bliss. “That’s a purple shirt,” Jiwoo replied, poking her head out of your cupboard. She threw out a bunch of clothing items, many were strewn across your bed. “Elkie! Time check!” Wide-eyed, your friend glanced to view the clock hung on the wall. “Uhh, 4.30pm.” With a shriek, Jiwoo tossed the shirt in her hands to the ground, clearly panicked. “Oh goodness,” she groaned. “We are really, REALLY, running out of time here.” “Just pick whatever,” you blurted out. “It’s not that big of a deal.” What a lie. This is the biggest thing that has ever occurred in the history of your life. “Not that big of a deal?” Elkie shook her head, raising a curved brow. “I thought we raised you better than this.” You panicked, she clearly misunderstood your worry. “That’s not what I mean! Like, I don’t need Woojin thinking I’m a try hard or something. This is chill, casual date.” Woojin was not the kind of person to put up with fabricated feelings, and although those were not your intentions, you wanted to give off the right impression. “Uhh, you know. I can’t be too fake around him and all. I’ve only got this one chance as depressing as it sounds.” It was weird how you never understood the terms ‘red-faced’ or ‘redder than a tomato’ simply because...well, for one, you had never seen a tomato in colour until a few days ago and two, because no one had caused you to blush so much in such a short time span. Park Woojin was really someone else. A person whose place in your life could not be filled by anyone other than him. Your best friend snorted, holding back her giggles. “Woojin won’t be able to take his eyes off you. Besides, he already knows what kind of person you are and I’m sure he likes you for your personality.” Elkie did have a point. Woojin did not seem like the kind of person appreciate only the material things of someone. Being so foreign, so new to this entire concept was infuriating and even upsetting. You definitely had a lot to learn about love life. “Okay, okay I understand, but this, this would look amazing on you,” Jiwoo said, showcasing yet another clothing item in a mysterious colour. “It’s duck egg blue!” Elkie chimed from across the room after seeing curiosity written all over your face. “I need more time to get used to this whole colours thing,” you muttered, mildly annoyed. Jiwoo huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “You need to get used to this whole dating thing too, unfortunately, you don’t have much time for that. We need to get you ready, now!”

Woojin tugged on the lapels his jacket, bringing the material to fit snugly around his frame. It was not like he had turned blue from the cold but he did prefer to stay warm in the Autumn cold. Winter had nearly dawned and temperatures were rapidly dropping day by day. In the original plan, you were supposed to meet him outside of his dormitory block. So, in fear of being late and making you wait in the icy weather, Woojin chose his outfit with five minutes to spare and rushed outside, only to discover that you were still tucked away in your dorm, figuring out the basics of first dates. Clueless, Woojin had called Donghyun who - as nation’s boyfriend - suggested he take a stroll and wait at your dormitory. “Did you buy flowers?” Donghyun asked. “If you didn’t, it’s fine. Drop by my room, I have a fresh bouquet for you.” Prepared much? He took a detour to Youngmin and Donghyun’s room before wandering over to your side of the dormitory blocks. Maybe I should call them....but...but what if I got stood up? A dejected sigh slipped pass Woojin’s velvety lips as he waited for you. He could still taste your mouth on his, even if the kiss occurred so many days ago. He wished he savoured the moment, but who was he to know things would turn out like this? Woojin never intended to hurt you, he too was emotionally harmed but that was no real excuse for treating you the way he did. He would not blame you if you indeed had left him hanging. Woojin stared at the flowers in his grip, taking caution not to crush them. If he knew what colour was, he would have gotten them himself. The grey petals looked depressing, but he knew that it was only from his perspective, not yours. Why can’t I see in colour? What did I do wrong? What happened to me? Hah, it’s most likely all my fault. Minutes ticked by, seconds that only added more anxiety, but alas, you stumbled out the main doors with a shove from your friends, a sheepish smile on your face. “Hi.” What a grand entrance and first impression, well done. Nonetheless, Woojin’s grin was genuine, glad you had decided to give him a chance. He felt the back of his neck redden as he handed the bouquet to you, mumbling and tripping over his words. “Wait...for me? Really? Thank you,” you beamed. “Um...you look nice,” Woojin whispered under his breath, not even a stage mic could pick up his voice. You blinked. “Sorry?” Woojin shuffled in his spot, face growing hot. “You look really pretty today,” he said a little louder, loud enough for you to hear at least. “Oh.” The blush you had been fighting back was making it’s way up to your face, on a steady climb to your neck. “You too. Cute hair.” Cute hair? Is that really all you have to say to him? It was true though, you could finally see the colour of his soft locks. The last time, they were dyed a vivid red, but today, Woojin had kept to a simple yet alluring chestnut brown for his dye. A fresh start. Seemingly shy, Woojin cleared his throat and offered his arm, unable to look you in the eye. “Ready for..our date?” There was a tad bit more confidence than the first time. Improvement. A wide grin that stretched from ear to ear on your face, you linked your arm with his, excitement overwhelming the rest of your nerves and worries. “Heck yeah.”

The feel of Woojin’s hand clasping onto yours tightly, no feel of him releasing his grip anytime soon, was foreign yet welcomed. You had never imagined what it would be like to hold your soulmate’s hand, not even in your wildest dreams. After Woojin’s ‘rejection’, you had lost even more hope and did not dare to ponder about love anymore. But here you were, hand in hand with someone you did not know well but destined to be with. If he was willing to move on, getting to know each other would be no big deal, an easily surmountable obstacle. Donghyun had given the two of you a ride down to a mysterious location - everyone had refused to let you know - and now, your shoes trod on dead leaves and twigs, a sign that Autumn was here and ending. The walk to wherever was rather silent, but it was a good silence. You admired the new colours, oranges, fiery reds and calming blues, wishing Woojin could share the same joy of viewing them with you. Soon. Soon. A small voice reminded you. Deciding to break the silence, you asked, “So, where are we headed to?” Woojin shrugged, offering a curious expression. “You’ll see soon enough,” he teased, leaving no room for any information to leak out, no clues for you to analyse. Frowning, you took a glance at your surroundings. Donghyun had dropped both of you off at a car park, but you were not familiar with the area. The path you were following was well-paved, scattered with Autumn’s leaves. Your ears picked up the song of the swallows, the chirps of crickets and...could it be...the sound of excited chatter and popcorn machines. “We’re at the Fall Fair!” you squealed, gasping in disbelief. Occurring only once a year and at the nearest park to campus, the fair was a highly anticipated event by students and residents alike. It was a huge deal, there would even be idol showcases put up. Candy, popcorn, games, it was all like a mini amusement park. Wordlessly, Woojin smiled but still shrugged. In the end, your guess was indeed accurate. After visiting the coupon booth, you and your soulmate walked into the huge grounds. Colour filled the entire place. The red of the popcorn stand, the outstanding purple and yellow tents, an array of coloured lights flashed, cutting through the darkening sky. Woojin watched as your mouth fell open and your eyes glazed over with amazement. He wished he could share the same joys as you, he felt guilty. To calm himself down, he ran his thumb over yours, tightening your interlocked hands. Once you realised how awkward Woojin must have felt, you forced your gaze away from the bright colours. “Come on! Let’s go enjoy ourselves!” His alluring, calming, hazelnut brown eyes stared into yours. They were calm, collected and amused, positive about you. Finally, he smiled, showing off his adorable snaggletooth with no shame. His smile made you feel better. He needed to be as happy as you were.

The sky had darkened a lot more and then coloured lights were much more prominent than before. Woojin seemed to look up at the night sky a lot more than before, each time, you pretended not to notice, feeling bad. “Hey.” You tapped his shoulder, offering up the white paper bag. “Your churro will grow cold.” Especially in this weather. “Ahh, thanks,” Woojin replied, ruffling your hair affectionately. In the last hour or so, he had never felt his heart beat so fast, not even when he was dancing. It had to be you. The way elation travelled all the way to your eyes when you smiled, the way you beamed excitedly at everything, he felt himself being captured by the little things. He found it sweet how you even cared about his churros. “So,” you said, falling into step beside Woojin as the two of you explored the fair some more. “Which one is tastier, the pumpkin pie or the churros? Should we get more?” You had thoroughly enjoyed yourself at the fair. It started out a tad bit tense and awkward but after sampling a couple of Autumn perfumes and candy, things started to feel more natural. No one would have assumed both of you were just in the early stages of your relationship. “Do you think your friends would appreciate it? Should we? Or are we being too nice?” You pulled a face, remembering the size of your friends’ appetites. “They always appreciate food but...let’s not, I still need money for the month.” Woojin burst out laughing, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Then, the pointed to a games booth, the kind with huge stuffed plushies offered as prizes. “Watch. Let me win one for you,” he declared confidently. A gasp of faux shock left his lips when he spotted the disbelief on your face. “You don’t believe I can do it?” “Uh,” you teased, knowing full well Woojin probably would score well. “It’s nice to see you try.” You ended up walking off with a new plushie in your grip. “Oh! Photo booth! We need to take polaroids!” you exclaimed. “These are really fun! I always have a stack in my wallet.” me Pushing the curtain aside, Woojin settled onto the cushions after you. He tapped at the screen eagerly. “Hey, there’s even cute filters.” Let’s just say the polaroid pile in your wallet grew a lot thicker in that few minutes. Woojin tucked a couple of them into his wallet too - one of them was the one where he pressed a brave kiss to your cheek, you saw. There was also another one where you threw your arms around his shoulders, nearly knocking him over. It was a good picture, considering it captured smiles on each of your faces. That polaroid had to be a personal favourite. “What the heck? We only have half an hour til hyung comes to get us,” Woojin announced sadly, peering at his watch. There was one last thing you had to do before leaving fairs. Contrasting against the dark night, the eye-catching carriages of the Ferris wheel danced in a loop, rocking back and forth comfortingly. “Thanks for taking me out today,” you thanked Woojin as soon as the carriage left the ground. “I had a lot of fun and I hope you did too.” He reached to take your hand, his happiness clear in his eyes. “Me too. This should be a regular thing,” he paused to sigh. “I’m sorry about how awful I was to you before. Forgive me?” With a wave of your hand, you forgave him. There was no one to blame. Only the gentle hum of the machinery and clinking of turning cogwheels could be heard until the carriage rocked halfway to the top. Worry was present on Woojin’s face, he kept quiet, staring out of the glass window a lot. “There’s something I need to tell you.” That definitely got your attention right away. You were all ears. “Whatever it is, take your time. Don’t fret about it.” He seemed to swallow the lump that formed in his throat and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again. “I-I-“ Breathe. Pull yourself together. Breathe. He saw it. He could see it all. The faint hues of the colour of your eyes, the shade of the shoes you wore, the bubblegum bright cotton candy you ordered. “My life isn’t colourless anymore.” The thudding of your heart halted. And it started again. This time, more vigorous, as if your heart was slamming into your ribcage, trapped and wanting to get out. “What?” I heard him wrong...there’s no way. Alarmed, Woojin tried to explain himself but all his words came out in a string of jumbled syllables. “Calm down.” Somehow, his mind paid attention and obeyed your voice. “Breathe.” Inhale. Exhale. “I-it’s starting, but slowly, like...I can see faint shades of that colour. I suppose it’s much better than living in a black, grey and white universe.” His clutched your hand tighter. “It’s nice, I’m finally entering the same world as you.” Tears of disbelief and joy were starting to well up in your lower lids, threatening to slip down your face any second. Woojin’s eyes nearly mirrored your own glossy ones. “What does this mean?” The smile was already creeping up your lips. You leaned forward to embrace Woojin in a warm, loving embrace. With a gleeful grin and a surprise kiss on your cheek, Woojin pointed to the starry sky up above. “It means, for us, the star is still yellow.”

- FIN -

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #kang daniel #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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indieks · 7 years ago

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Not So Randomly | Part 2/5

🌟 Pairing : Im Changkyun (I.M) x Reader

🌟 Genre : Fluff, Angst

🌟 Warnings : Contains a few mentions of underage drinking (both characters are 18 so it’s the not the legal age in Korea)

🌟 Word count : 8.7k

🌟 Synopsis : Whenever you cross the path of Im Changkyun, that guy you hate and that hates you, it seems to be the worst day of your life. But, strangely enough, it also becomes the best and most accurate of moments you’ve ever had. So, the more you randomly end up stucked with each other, the more a question can arise : is it really chance that has something against you, or is it serendipity that drives you one towards the other?

Previous Part .:. Next Part

🌟 A/N : Okay so this part is going to focus more on I.M’s feelings and POV!

I also wanted to say a huge thank you to the people who have read the previous part, without your attention I wouldn’t have been able to publish this one, so here I am, not letting you down without any sequel! Thank you to those who will read it just now or later too! Hope you like it ♥

Disclaimer : any gifs or images used, even edited, , are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

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He ignored you all the week following your trespass in his group of friends, and so did you, relieved to have a little bit of peace, but you still felt strange about his silent treatment. No more nagging, no more bashing, not even one look from the corner of his eye ; it was as if you both had become ghosts no longer seeing themselves instead of ones appearing randomly in front of each other. During your free time, you walked carefully, looking around you at every step you took, but you only spotted him once or twice, playing far away from you on the beach without catching the sight of you in return.

It went on until the Friday of the party, when the grandma you worked with had to leave the both of you to handle her service, as she had to look after her grandchildren exceptionally. She drove her van with the supplies to the market and explained to you the last few tricks she could give you, before disappearing for the rest of the day. Even if it had already been a month you’d been there, even if you had already done what she asked you to do and didn’t need to worry, you still felt nervous at the idea of being all alone with him. Changkyun started to unpack and prepare things as if nothing had changed but, without you knowing, he was feeling even more uneasy than you.

His hyungs had pinpointed to him that he always seemed to drift into his thoughts since the beginning of summer or, more accurately, since he met you. At first, he had attributed this to tiredness, from waking up early after having spent the first hours of the morning hanging out with his friends, or from working in general – less than you, he knew that, but you deserved it. But somehow, he came to realize that whenever the boys had gotten him out of his trance, you had been the last thing he was thinking of. When he was in your company, it was an easy task for him to ignore you as he had other things to focus on and customers’ presence to monopolize his attention. But as soon as you turned your back on him and disappeared from his sight till the next morning, he couldn’t stop his mind to doze off because of you.

Not that his friends weren’t a good distraction, but maybe being with people he could be himself with, wasn’t helping at all. He didn’t need to be invested all the time with them as he was supposed to at work or with strangers to seem polite ; then, images of you he unconsciously had engraved in his mind came crashing against his brain like the waves he was floating in every afternoon, and Changkyun was gone. He was gone in the depths of his own imagination, remembering how you looked when you yawned, when you smiled to clients, when you stared at him confused and upset after one of his rebukes, when you pulled your hair into that messy bun that looked anything but messy to him – STOP. When did it start?

The first week, he had been sure of being mad at you and wanting nothing else but for you to disappear or for your voice not to sound so annoying in his ears. How come now he could get up easily after the first ring of his alarm or be chuckling when you shut him up? Whenever he had felt his lips curve into something far away from a neutral expression, he had wanted to slap himself for letting a girl so easily sway him when he had asked for nothing else but to chill this summer. No work, no early schedule, and certainly not a summer crush for a girl that had destroyed those very plans.

Stand your ground, Changkyun. He had said this to himself the first time his heart had definitely betrayed him, that is to say when you coincidently met on the promenade and he hadn’t been able to unleash his eyes from your silhouette turning away from him. This same lecture had been screamed inside the second time in the park, when he had felt sweaty all of a sudden just because he had thought “she’s fucking pretty”, just before coming to you and accusing you of following him – which, deep inside of him, he had wished you had in order to be assured he wasn’t the only one starting to get obsessed in this relationship. Not talking about the third time at the café, when he saw you blend perfectly with his closest friends and had to fight the urge to stop them from sympathizing and smiling too much with you when he hadn’t granted himself the right to.

Without you knowing, Changkyun was also feeling he was being followed by your ghost and it petrified and upset him as much as it had done with you. Still, he was deciding not to believe in ghosts as he always had, and at the same time not to believe in the terrifying effect you had on him by being just like one. No, he wasn’t going to get lured into your feminine trap ; no, you weren’t going to take his soul with you once you’d gotten to his feelings. If he was the main role of this horror story where chance was against him and, like some grim ripper, pushing him to the beautiful girl always appearing in front of his eyes when she wasn’t haunting his head, then he was going to be smarter than those characters that die stupidly in the films because of their fear. If he didn’t believe nor didn’t pay attention to you and the sensations you were giving him, then you would eventually stop bugging him. Right…?

Oh, how he had wished his persuasive lectures weren’t only intern dialogues that were not reaching his deaf heart and mind. How he had wished he was insensitive to your aura, and then not got distracted by your frame next to him this Friday morning, the both of you working in silence. How bad he regretted it when he cut his left hand deep because he was looking at you and not the piece of beef he had been holding on the counter for two minutes without doing anything to it.

“Shit” Changkyun murmured and he tried to hide it from you, ashamed and – once again – annoyed that you would see his clumsy self for the first time, giving you something to laugh at him.

Fortunately for his pride, no one was before your counter right now to witness his lameness. Blood was spilling from the palm of his hand and it started to hurt really bad, so bad he finally released a moan that got your attention, and you gasped at the sight of the red puddle forming before him.

“Did you cut yourself?!” you exclaimed.

What the???? She should be laughing at me right now, not get worried.

“What do you think? Congrats captain obvious” he hissed, trying to sponge the flow of deep red liquid in his apron.

“We need to stop the bleeding and disinfect it! Is it deep?” you said while reaching quickly to grab his hand, making his eyes open wide. “Do you know a hospital near here? We can’t let you like this!”

“I’m fine, Y/N, calm your nurse instincts right now” he answered, freeing his hand from your gentle grasp that had tinted your fingers with his blood.

But his contorted face was betraying him, as well as the bleeding that wouldn’t stop despite how much pressure he was adding on it – causing him even more pain.

“Listen, I don’t care about your manly pride or whatever it is that you’re showcasing right now! If you don’t want to go to the hospital, then fine, but at least let me take you to my parents’ car. There is an emergency kit because they feared I would be the one to hurt myself…” you half laughed. “We’re going to ask someone to watch over our stand.”

You grabbed his right wrist and started to pull at it for him to follow you, but he was resisting hard and not budging, as if his feet were now one with the ground.

“I’m not getting dragged by you like a poor child! I said I’m fine!” he almost screamed at you and people around diverted their gazes to look at you, making him hide his wounded hand behind his back, smiling awkwardly.

However, his smile soon disappeared when he saw how furious you looked when you turned on your heels to face him before getting close to him again – too close, go away you ghost – and when you got to hold his hand after some little fight with him, you put some pressure right on the wound.

“Ouch! It hurts, are you crazy?!”

“See? You’re not fine you dumbass, so follow me and stop being stubborn!”

Once again you put your hand on him, once again he could feel your touch that burned him despite the sleeve of his shirt, once again you were drowning his brain into your waves, making him unable to say no anymore. You dragged him through the alleys after having asked your stand neighbor to look after yours for the time being, and got out of the market. Changkyun had his eyes glued to your now red hand on his wrist, his brows furrowed as he felt his arm going numb under your touch. Your parents’ van was parked in a quiet street across the market, and you opened its big trunk hastily while the boy waited behind you, in his same nonchalant posture with his feet tapping nervously on the ground. The sun was almost reaching its peak in the sky, shining upon your heads and when you turned around after having found the white box, you tried your best to keep a poker face as he was stunning. You sat down in your truck with one leg folded on the inside and the other one dangling over the edge, and invited him to come and face you, to what he surprisingly obliged without saying a word or giving you a look.

“Tell me if it hurts” you said quietly as he surprisingly again offered you his wounded hand.

“It would anyway y'know” he answered with his pissed tone, the one he used exclusively with you, a mix of something real deep but sometimes a little bit whiny.

You put some disinfectant on a cotton pad and started to wipe away the blood that had drained everywhere on his hand and wrist, and the boy moaned again a little, instinctively trying to get away from your grasp while killing you with his eyes.

“You’re such a crybaby I swear” you laughed.

“Shut up. I would love to see you in my place.”

His hand was beautiful and soft now that you had cleaned it, and you stood still a few minutes, holding a compress again the cut to stop the bleeding. He was staring at you while you were looking at your fingers around the back of his hand, now finally aware of how close he was to you and how delicate that physical contact was, making your legs wobble once again. As your mind had been focused on treating him quickly, you hadn’t had the time to realize what that incident had implied, nor how, for the first time after a month of being together, Changkyun was cooperative and… normal. The silence between you wasn’t disturbing or awkward like a few minutes sooner in the market, and as you were facing him but not looking him in the eye, you chose to observe the upper part of his chest going up and down as he breathed steadily, the few opened buttons of his shirt making the fabric lose but falling perfectly on him.

The blood finally stopped from coming and after cleaning another time, you cut a piece of bandage before rolling it around his hand slowly, your fingers never stopping from brushing his skin. Changkyun hadn’t moved his eyes from your face an instant, his mouth shut even if he was screaming internally the lecture he had unsuccessfully told himself the three other times before. Stand your ground! You won’t like her! But how come your hand around his felt fucking right in its place?

“Done!” you finally said, a smile on your lips that started to fade away when you finally landed your eyes on his face that was unreadable, while he had already been looking at you all this time.

Time seemed to stop for a few seconds such as your heartbeats as you stared at each other wordlessly, until you finally let go of his hand and drifted in your seat to stop facing him.

“Thank you” he suddenly said, his beautiful low voice melting in your ears and you only nodded in acknowledgement before getting up, wanting this weird moment to end.

He had let the words roll off his tongue as he had lost himself in your eyes and touch, and if he had been convinced that he could prevent the aura from your person to wash over his, he was proven wrong at this right moment, when he wouldn’t have been able to break from your physical link if you hadn’t first.

***

You were facing the mirror of your wardrobe in your umpteenth outfit for tonight, but the more you tried some pieces of clothes, the less it seemed like the new choice was better than the previous. Memories of the morning were buzzing in your head, how tension had been thick after you had regained your jobs behind the counter, how you both didn’t say a word even when he went his way and you yours at noon, not bothering to create a common lie to tell your parents. From time to time, your gazes had met and it had frozen you, because you hadn’t read any sign of despise in his pupils. He had just been looking at you, not more, not less, and it had been enough to shake your inner emotions.

As it grew chilly at night, with the sea wind sweeping Busan’s streets, you finally opted for a high-waisted pair of jeans with an off-shoulders long sleeved black crop top, before lacing some glittery sneakers for the party feeling. Your swimsuit and beach towel thrown in your backpack, you finally went out of your house after telling your parents Changkyun was going to pick you up and you’d go to his friend’s house together, when in reality, he wasn’t. You hadn’t talked about tonight, you hadn’t dare to bring the subject and with Minhyuk’s address on your phone, you had decided to go to his place by the bus you’ve found about on the internet and then walk to there alone, loving the city at night.

The bus stop was downtown, only ten minutes away from your house, and when you arrived there, a little crowd was waiting on the sidewalk. You posted yourself on the left side, and as you checked your makeup one last time in your phone’s screen, you saw his reflection next to your face. You almost dropped the electronic item due to shock, scared that you were really seeing things now, but when you slowly turned around to look behind you, Changkyun was really there. He was looking at you with his ultimate poker face while your eyes were ready to jump out of their holes because of what they had before them, hardly believing that he was squatting in front of the entrance of a closed store, in an all-black outfit that boosted his charms in some ways you wished didn’t affect you.

Changkyun had seen you through the bus stop’s glass since you had appeared on the other side of the road, his heart racing and racing at each of your footsteps leading you closer to him. Even when you were far away and in a crowded place, his eyes seemed to be infatuated by your light as they never failed to target you. He took a little time to wrap his head around what was going on, impressed at how the words “coincidence” and “chance” were definitely hanging above your relationship and preventing him from distancing himself from you. And there you were, looking all shocked at his sight, your pretty red-tinted lips slightly parted and your doe eyes opened big ; and there he was, escaping his cursed destiny to meet you all the time as he stood up on both his feet and, instead of greeting you, passed you and entered the bus who had arrived right on time.

You followed him without a word, still knocked out, but you decided to sit beside him even if he had tried to avoid you.

“What are you doing? I’m already annoyed that I’ve met you that soon when I’m going to see you all night, so no need to stick with me in addition to that” he coldly said, looking outside the window.

You chuckled, making him snap his head in your direction with a confused expression disguising his traits.

“What makes you laugh?”

“Don’t you think it’s fucking funny? How we always meet each other when we exactly don’t want to?” you answered, still quietly laughing and, because you were too overtaken by the situation to get shaken by his proximity, you dared to look at him in the eyes.

Changkyun searched your face for a few seconds, struck by your boldness and how you pointed at the facts with a smile while it made him panic.

“I don’t think it’s funny, I find it pretty irritating.” he finally stated as he pushed his body closer to the window, wanting to be as far from you as possible.

“Well I find it funny. If chance has decided to laugh at us, we should be laughing as well instead of giving it what it wants by getting upset.”

You had finally stopped laughing, your eyes staring outside at the dots of light created by the public lightning and the cars, but you caught a glimpse of his blurred reflection and saw that he was indirectly looking at you. Small glances and weird sensations went on until you had to get off the bus, and Changkyun immediately pressed his pace, the heels of his leather boots resounding in the quiet street. But when you saw he hadn’t the bandage you had made hours earlier anymore, you caught him by the arm, making him stop to turn around and look at you.

“What again? Leave me alone!” he exclaimed, shaking his arm off of your grasp.

“Why don’t you have it anymore?!” you asked, showing his left hand with a move of yours.

Changkyun sighed and started to advance backwards, clearly annoyed that you had noticed as he put the hand in the pocket of his jacket.

“I told you that I was fine. You wouldn’t let go of me this morning so yeah, I obliged, but I took it off as soon as we weren’t together.”

Weirdly, you felt stricken by his words, your heart compressing itself in your chest and he saw it, as your face changed and hardened, making him anticipate your next words.

“Okay, I don’t care anyway, I just made it so that my parents weren’t going to yell at me for not doing anything when my fake friend hurt himself.”

With that being said, you were the one to walk quickly this time, leaving him behind with his lips forming a thin line as you succeeded in planting the doubt in his head about the origins of your actions.

“Oh right? You looked quite worried this morning!” he added with a louder tone, his voice laced with slyness while in reality, he was trying to ensure himself you had been concerned.

“You wish. Maybe for my ass, but clearly not for yours” you grumbled through your teeth, not bothering to look at him who was now walking next to you.

You both were lying simultaneously, you as you clearly had been worried for him, Changkyun as he simply had removed the bandage when he took a shower and didn’t bother to make another one before going out. You, because you had just been somehow disappointed at his words, realizing that a jerk remains one and that you shouldn’t be fantasizing like you did all day long about how he had looked at you this morning, how he had let you touch him and how you had been trembling doing so ; him, because he still refused to let you reach him any further than from skin to skin, ignoring the signals his body and mind gave him. You and him, because you both were disturbed by how you sensed everything was growing wrongfully right between the two of you.

You stormed to Minhyuk’s front door, hearing music coming out loud from the garden and voices chatting cheerfully. When the brown haired sunshine opened up, a bright smile on his face, you suddenly felt shy but the need to escape Changkyun urged you inside with bold steps. The latter came in right after, earning a curious look from his friend but he brushed him off, focusing on having a good night and forgetting you and whatever you were doing to him. Minhyuk’s house – or rather villa – was stunning, modern but warm, with huge ceiling height and tastefully chosen decorations, from the colorful paintings to the flower pots and plants, and the family photographs hanged proudly on the walls.

“Oh Y/N you came! Come here!” Hoseok greeted from the terrace, wearing nothing but his swimming shorts, his well-built body drying your mouth even from far away.

You made your way through the little crowd formed in the opened kitchen, not sensing that Changkyun was right behind you and going the same way. When you reached his friend though, he reappeared next to you, without his jacket on but only his black tank top he had been hiding under it as well as a silver chain hanging around his neck, making your heart burst but your anger from earlier helped you to handle it. The terrace and garden were splendid, with tinsels hanging above your heads and the long glowing swimming pool waiting for you, as the party was just about to begin. The smell of barbecue came to your nostrils, covering the ones of chlorine and cigarettes some people were smoking next to you.

“How are you?” the blonde guy asked you before drinking in his red cup.

“Fine and you?” you answered with a smile, earning a look from Changkyun on your left.

“Great! You know you’re the youngest here right? But we need to introduce you to our friends! Ya Lee Minhyuk, come and welcome your guest properly would you?!” he finally shouted with a beautiful smile, making you laugh and turn around to see your host coming.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and went under a rally of presentations from group of people to group of people, making you extremely shy but also appreciative of his efforts to make you comfortable in an environment you were new to. Once you returned to Hoseok who had been joined by Kihyun, Changkyun had fled the scene and you looked for him despite you, finding him with Jooheon and some girls behind the island of the kitchen with a cup already in his hands.

“You want something to drink? I know you’re underage but… You’re turning 19 soon, aren’t you?” Hoseok asked, winking at you.

“Let’s keep it a secret, and I’m not that much of a drinker don’t worry, it’s just that orangey punch that calls me” you answered with a chuckle, and without another word the guy went to the big bowl of cocktail and brought you back a full cup.

“You can stay with us for the time being, don’t be uneasy, we already like you!” Kihyun said with a smile.

“Changkyun didn’t badmouth me? You guys should know he hates me…” you finally asked, curious about the reasons he would give his friends as you didn’t really know them yourself.

“Oh he only said that at the beginning because you made him work during his holidays, but now whenever we ask something he-”

“Heeeey let’s toast, we haven’t!” Hoseok cut Kihyun, giving him a warning look that his friend understood immediately while you were just frustrated with not having an answer, but asking again would be showing Changkyun too much interest and you were not interested in him. Well maybe you were, but he didn’t need to know.

Like that, you started to chat with them about anything and everything, Shownu and Hyungwon joining you and you were glad to be surrounded by such nice guys, making you forget about the presence of the individual that had been bothering you. Soon, Minhyuk initiated the pool party by jumping in fully clothed, and you grabbed your backpack to go change in one of the bedrooms upstairs. When you came back a few moments later – the time to convince yourself to assume your body –, everyone was already under water, boys playing something that was supposed to be water polo while girls were sitting on the edge, their legs dangling in the turquoise water. You sat on your own, too shy to go close to them until one of them nicely signaled you to join them, so you did, happy to having been taken into account. As Changkyun’s male friends, they were easy to chat with and lively, so you quickly felt at ease in spite of your younger age and your outsider character.

The party went on smoothly, you ignored Changkyun and he ignored you – at least you thought so, not noticing him ogling your unveiled and wet body when you were not observing his. With his wet hair and his big smile, he was beautiful ; still an asshole, but a beautiful one and you couldn’t take your eyes from him in the pool, hoping the darkness of the night was helping your gaze to stay unknown. You took part in water games, hopping onto Shownu’s shoulders to face another girl on Hoseok’s, and you won against her, making her fall into the water and all the party people applauded you lively. Like you with him, Changkyun was finding you stunning as he was seeing you being you, a shining and sociable person, a playing one, a smiling one, a cheerful one who could melt with any environment she was pushed in. With a bit of fiery liquid into his veins, his attraction for you became undeniable but also fighting against it unbearable, and the peak of his determination became at stake when a small group of you decided to play a card game on the grass.

Each card meant a different rule, and in your attempt of having some fun and blend in with people without having to go back to Changkyun’s friends all the time or, worse, himself, you had volunteered to play. After a few rounds of ridiculous “Never have I ever”, chains of words, sentences ending with rated words, but overall a lot of sips distributed – thankfully though you weren’t drinking anymore –, came the turn of Changkyun. He was sitting on your right as fate had wanted to test you once again by making the only empty spot for him the one next to you. To the 10th card he picked corresponded a truth or dare question and he hesitated, finally choosing dare as the players incited him to, but he regretted it as soon as he said the word.

“I dare you… To kiss Y/N for ten seconds” Jooheon said, fire in his eyes and a devilish smile that absorbed yours.

“What? No, no no no I’m not doing this” Changkyun vigorously protested as you were signaling no with your head and faked disgust with your face.

When in reality you were both craving to do so.

“C'mon, it’s just a mere kiss!” his friend answered, earning the cheers of the other players.

“You know what it means if you refuse? I don’t think you’re going to end well if you drink the number of sips Jooheon has in mind right now!” intervened Minhyuk, his crossed legs jumping rapidly.

“I said no! I don’t want to!” Changkyun exclaimed, and you almost felt hurt at how furiously he was refusing when it was just a kiss. Was it that awful for him to kiss you?

“Or maybe… That’s because you like each other?” Jooheon finally issued.

Your heartbeat stopped and you chuckled, laughing at how you couldn’t deny it immediately. Of course, you liked him, it annoyed you, but you liked him. However, he didn’t like you, and that was what made you even angrier for liking him first when he had been that rude to you.

“No we clearly don’t, it’s much like the contrary” you explained.

“Then it’s even more fun!” a girl pinpointed and you turned your head to Changkyun who looked like he was pondering his options.

And he was. He didn’t want to kiss you, because he was scared you’d win ; he was scared he wouldn’t be able to go back to the time he didn’t care about you ; he was scared he’d definitively have a thing for you, uselessly as you probably weren’t going to see each other after the end of the summer. But if he didn’t, you’d think exactly the same as his friends who were looking at him with suggestive smiles, you’d see how weak you were making him feel since two weeks, and he wasn’t going to give you that. It’s just a kiss, it proves nothing.

“Okay.” he finally sighed, his deep voice giving you much more chills than the answer itself.

“Really? We’re really doing this?” you finally asked, shocked that he wasn’t protesting any further.

“Yes we are, they’re trying to annoy me here but that doesn’t work as I don’t give a fuck about you so let’s get it over with already” Changkyun answered harshly and you saw Kihyun giving him a kick in his leg, making the youngest moan.

See, a jerk remains a jerk, Y/N, you said to yourself.

“You don’t need to be this rude to prove yourself, Changkyun-ah.”

The players applauded as you turned your head and chest to your right, your heart playing a rhythm that was new to you and your cheeks burning. The subdued lights of the tinsels outlined his face in the most perfect ways, from his long and sharp nose to his small lips, to his dark eyes that were looking at yours and then at your mouth with a glimpse of… Lust?

Changkyun reached his right hand and directed it towards your neck where he rested it, while his wounded one was grasping the grass really hard in order to calm him, to the point he was hurting but he didn’t care. His hooded eyes were focusing on the target of his lips, while his mind was going numb from the anticipation and the alcohol. Your wet self was gorgeous, more than the stars up there looking at you and waiting for this moment as much as him even if he feared it the most. And then, it happened. His lips on yours, kissing not only once but twice or thrice, he didn’t know, for ten seconds that felt like an eternity, making his blood boil into his veins and his head spin round.

And then, he felt it, the splash of emotions you were painting him with as he kissed you again and again; the wave of your colors replacing the one of your pictures in his head, and crashing against him really hard, but with a pleasure he couldn’t measure. Ten seconds Jooheon worked hard to count really slowly as he knew his best friend really well, and when Changkyun parted from you, he felt empty and so did you.

“There. Happy?” he suddenly said, his voice trembling a little as he was shifting in his seat, not even bothering to look at you while you still did.

Numb legs, tachycardia, hot cheeks, cold sweat and chills, but most of all the need to feel more of his lips ; that’s in how much of a mess he had left you. You didn’t have the time to process what had happened as it was your turn to pick and, as chance was still chasing after you, you also picked a 10, making everyone laugh except the both of you.

“Truth” you safely said, not wanting to get trapped into one of their plans to get you closer to their friend.

“You liked the kiss, didn’t you?” Hoseok asked and you felt betrayed even if his smile made his question smoother.

Lying wasn’t an option ; you had to, or else you were done for. But before you could even think of something, the banished word slipped from your lips still lingering in the feeling of his :

“Yes.”

Your tone was more desperate than what you had wanted it to be, and your eyes grew wide when you realized what you had just said. Changkyun froze next to you, not even daring to look at you who were trying to hide your embarrassment behind your wet hair, but everybody was looking at you and cheering.

“That’s what we call having some guts Y/N! You didn’t even lie, I can hear it! I was testing you and you didn’t disappoint me!” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Why would I lie though? He may be an asshole, but he’s still a good kisser, there’s nothing else to that” you laughed, trying to brush off your emotions with humor when in fact you were screaming on the inside.

“Thank… you?” Changkyun spoke up, an ounce of uncertainty in his voice and you only shrugged, playing the indifferent one to spare yourself from the explosion of his pride and his knowledge of your crush on him.

And it worked well, as his brows knotted and he tilted his head, not so sure about how you really had felt during the kiss. He shouldn’t be the only one losing his mind here, was he…? Another round went on and you couldn’t be with all your heart in it, as it was stucked in the feeling Changkyun had left in you. Not the butterflies yet, but a sparkle that was tingling in your chest and had not decided yet to go away. It was as if you had the image of his face growing close to yours tattooed under your eyelids, because every time you blinked, you saw it again : how his wet hair fell perfectly around his forehead, how his eyes stared at your lips till there wasn’t any space left between you, how the kiss, no, the kisses were intense and warm.

Meanwhile, Changkyun was struggling between the urge to kiss you again right here right now, and the one to move on as quickly as possible otherwise he was going to lose himself. And so he chose the latter option, right after the game ended with no more cards to pick up ; and so, he trailed his feet to the bar, taking an empty cup in his hand to fill it with beer and drinking up in no time ; and so, he got back in the swimming pool to wash out the dizzy feeling you had inlaid inside of him. However, his determination to prove himself he didn’t care about you made him do silly things, the power of alcohol boosting his confidence as well as his cocky side, and he started to flirt with other girls, the one in particular who had called him by his pet name the other day at the bar.

You couldn’t get over your remaining emotions and questions as you were still out of step, your soul having been absorbed a little bit more by each kiss he had eagerly given you. That’s why when you saw him kissing passionately another girl in the swimming pool shortly after, his bare torso against hers in bikini, his arms firmly engulfing her waist while hers were around his neck, you felt like you were going to puke and cry at the same time.

A jerk remains a jerk, Y/N.

Once again, you should have reminded yourself that he didn’t like you, that there was nothing for you to hold onto as there was nothing he could give you except for his despise and his indifference when you asked for his attention and his interest. You were so mad at yourself for having been touched by the syndrome of the summer romance so easily, adding to that the romantic cliché of getting attracted by the boy treating you badly, making yourself feeling ridiculous.

Suddenly, as you stood there watching them without winking, they got out of each other’s grasp and you saw Changkyun smiling confidently at you, as if he was saying right to your face “See? I don’t give a shit about you”, and that was the last straw. You needed to get out of here, feeling ashamed enough, so you stormed inside the house under his gaze and went upstairs to grab your backpack, going down as quickly as possible before getting out by the front door. Without saying goodbye, without one last look on the devastating smile on his face, you were going down the street and you felt hot tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, making you even more pissed.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You heard the low voice you hated above everything yelling behind you, but you continued to walk fervently, refusing to see his face once again. Why was he following you? What did he want?

The second Changkyun had seen you go inside the villa, he had regretted what he had just done. He had felt weird, his lips itching and his heart beating fast, and when he saw you climbing upstairs then outside, he hurried himself out of water. He panicked, guided by his instinct to get dressed and then he followed you without thinking twice. His feet moved without his brain commanding them to, as it was shut off since you’ve kissed, and if he had thought seconds before he didn’t care about you like he did with other girls, his body was making him understand he couldn’t lie to himself anymore, at least not tonight with alcohol in his blood, with having felt your lips on his and how right it had been when with the other girl it felt odd.

“YA! Wait!” he screamed and you finally halted in your steps, not turning back though and he came in front of you, his swimming shorts still on while his top was gluing to his body due to water. “Where are you going?”

“Where do you think? Home, now if you don’t mind” you answered quickly, your throat tight because your need to puke and to cry was still there.

“I-I…I can’t let you go home alone like this” he suddenly stuttered, blocking you the way when you had tried to walk again.

“Leave me alone, I can go home by myself I’m a grown ass woman! Why do you care? What do you want?”

The moment your eyes met, his wide open due to shock at your burst of anger, yours now more than watery, you felt your heart ache and some tears finally spilled on your face. Shit…

“Wait wait w-… Why are you crying? Why are you crying? Why?” he asked incessantly, and you grew even more angry.

He didn’t deserve to see you like this. He didn’t deserve your tears in the first place. Why were you even crying? You tried another time to go away but he extended his arms and blocked you again, making you want to punch him right in the face.

“Oh shit what do you want, Im Changkyun? Why are you blocking me? You like to see me crying, you enjoy yourself? You want to humiliate me once again in no time, huh?!”

Your voice was trembling and your tears weren’t only due to shame and sadness anymore, they were now mixed with rage.

“Why are you crying?”

“Would you stop asking? It doesn’t concern you.”

“When you’ll have answered” he replied with a more serious tone, dropping his arms to his sides and you felt his gaze piercing your skull.

“Leave me alone, please” you finally pleaded while wiping the tears’ stains on your cheeks.

“I won’t let you go home alone at this hour” he said calmly and you looked up at his face lighten by the moon, seeing how resolved he was. “Wait here for me, I’m picking up my things and-”

“Why do you fucking care. Since when do you care about me” you chuckled between two quiet sobs.

He didn’t have the answer to this question, but there he was, unable to move aside to let you go. His heart was going at a crazy pace and his eyes were drifting again and again to your lips he wanted to taste another time selfishly ; yeah, it should be just that, just your kiss that had attracted his drunk self craving for more, not anything else.

“Like you with my hand, I don’t want my mother to kill me if she finds out you went home alone and stuff” he chose to answer, and you smiled sadly, not even disappointed at his indifference towards you as you didn’t hope anything anymore.

“You didn’t propose to go with me earlier, so why would you care about my return now? Stop playing the heroes or whatever and let me be. Don’t worry, I’ll tell my mom a lie like we did since the beginning, I don’t even know why you’re stressed about that right now.”

Changkyun stared at you wordlessly, his chin a little bit raised but this time it wasn’t in defiance, it was in pure admiration of your face still beautiful even when you were crying. He was blinking slowly, and drops from his hair were slowly making their way to his eyelids but even if he wasn’t the one sobbing here, he felt some kind of pain in his body. As much as he had loved annoying you, he couldn’t stand seeing you cry right now. You tried to move one more time and he repeated the same gesture, irritating you so much that you started to cry hard.

“Why are you crying again? What can I do to make you stop crying? Kiss you because I’m a good kisser?” he silly joked but he slapped himself internally when he caught the rage burning in your pupils.

He had panicked and didn’t know what to do, still ignoring how come he was facing you at this right moment, so everything that had been following his first steps outside was a result of his mind going crazy.

“You don’t know when to stop, do you. You’re really the worst asshole I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“I’m sorry I-”

“Save it. Get out of my sight, that’s what you can do to help me stop crying” you hissed.

Again, a kind of pain, a discomfort invaded him at your words. You were mirroring exactly what he had wanted since the beginning, you having nothing to do with him and him having nothing to do with you, but right now he didn’t want to see your door closing to his face. Not after he had touched your light behind it with that fucking kiss.

“If it’s because of me, I’m legit to know why and to stay right here” he overbid, making you roll your eyes and when you searched for your gauge of patience, you found out he had emptied it till the last drop, making you burst out.

“Because I got a crush on you, you fucking jerk! That’s why I’m crying, because it annoys me so much, ok? Happy now? You must be yeah, the girl you hate just gave you something to hurt her even more with, wouhouuu! Now will you let me go and go back to her, to your friends and living your life?!”

Changkyun grew mute in an instant, processing the words he had just heard but he was too scared to understand. You? Liked? Him???? How????? You just had the courage to look at his beautiful face one more time, his eyes lit up with panic just like you had imagined, and his mouth agape, that mouth that had been like the kiss of death, killing your cover right before his eyes for him to watch and to enjoy himself at the feeling of being liked. You took this chance to shove him out of your way and to walk again, a never-ending flow of tears slipping down your cheeks on fire and, as you had expected, he didn’t come after you this time.

***

In fact, he didn’t come to work either. You had grown anxious like the night before his first working day a month ago, making you unable to sleep again. And when you realized he wasn’t coming, you felt your heart break. It wasn’t enough for him to humiliate you by kissing another girl right in front your eyes, after learning you had liked the kiss, no ; he couldn’t prevent himself to dig in your wound even deeper by running away from you for you to remember how one sided it was and how you just embarrassed him. You felt pitiful to some extent you didn’t know existed ; for crushing on him first, for having been that weak, for believing you had felt something coming from him at some point, like hoping he had felt that sparkle too.

You dealt with it the best you could, even if anger was piling up inside you at his childish behavior. Moreover, let aside the fact it must be because of you, how could he abandon the granny like this, disappearing without saying a word? She had asked you the reason of his absence on the Wednesday, and you had been kind enough to make up the excuse of sickness on his behalf. After hesitating, you finally asked directly his mother, and she informed you he was looking for somewhere else to work for the month of August, “wanting to change”, and she excused herself on his behalf. Everyone was explaining his behavior on his behalf, and you couldn’t take it anymore ; you needed to know how much of a coward he could be, what excuses he could possibly give you if you confronted him.

And so you did, this time asking for chance to help you come across him like you always did, and it heard you. You just had finished your morning service and decided to search through the city, going back to where you had met him every time, and you had been right ; you saw him at the same park from weeks ago, laughing wholeheartedly with his hyungs this time sitting on the grass, and this sight of him was the flame that caused your inner bomb to explode. You stormed in his direction, getting the worried looks of his friends that started to kick him and point at you, but by the time he looked over his shoulder you were already standing next to his sitting frame.

“Where have you been?!” you yelled, your heart back up in your throat and your temples beating at its pace.

Changkyun jumped on his feet and grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you away from his group of friends, his famous annoyed look recovering its place in his eyes.

“What do you want?” he asked you in an exasperated tone.

“I asked you a question. Why don’t you come to work anymore?”

“You asked me to get out of your sight so that you won’t cry anymore, so I just did, thank me for being considerate” he shrugged before crossing his arms.

Wow. You liked this kind of guy? What happened to you really?

“Really? And what about the granny, huh? You don’t give a shit about letting her down?”

“I was going to tell her so put the fangs away.”

“You really have no shame do you? Are you really avoiding me like a fucking coward instead of dealing with it? I’m not asking you for me, I don’t care if I see you or not, I’m asking you for her I mean how can you do this to her?!” you screamed, your hands up in frustration but Changkyun’s face wasn’t moving an inch, his eyes staring at you without life, as they always had – except on that damn Friday.

“Is it my fault that you like me? I didn’t leave because of your stupid crush on me! Why are you bringing that up? Deal with it yourself, I already forgot it y'know? I left because I want to work somewhere else, I don’t like the market so let me be! You only have one month left, you can handle it without me.”

He combed his hair with his wounded hand, the silver reflections so clear under the sun, and you bit your lip to prevent a sob from coming. Never had he been that mean to you, why that much harshness suddenly? When he had been the one coming after you and wanting to take you home a few days earlier? Did he wait for you to fall for him like you exactly did so that he could crush you even more?

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s a fucking stupid crush, so I’ll soon forget about what I found in you in the first place. You’re contributing so well to this, that’s what I should be thanking you for.”

Changkyun felt his heart compress itself in his chest but he didn’t show it, watching you turn on your heels and, once again, depart from him. He was paying the price of his lies, but he had been willing to do so.

The moment you had confessed your crush on him, he had been strangled by the hands of fear that also grabbed his feet and prevented him to come after you a second time. You liked him, he had heard you well, but he wasn’t brave enough like you to let go of his pride and admit he was feeling the same deep inside of him. He didn’t like this strange control you could have on him, like when you attracted him outside in the first place when he had set his mind on having fun with another girl. He didn’t like how bad it had hit him when you kissed. He didn’t like how scared he was, so he decided to run away from the situation.

Contradiction after contradiction, wondering after wondering, he had finally sobered and then used that coward card, so that you won’t cry anymore, so that you’ll despise him and help him forget about you. He didn’t think it was worth the shot, he didn’t attempt to give it a try, as summer would come to an end anyway and so would everything it had ravaged in its path, probably taking away your attractions to one another.

You engraved the picture of his face in your mind one last time before turning away from him, knowing it would probably be the last you’ll ever see him. You couldn’t see him anymore. This became your last unfortunate encounter till the end of summer, as you never came across his silhouette again after that, not going out of your room during your free time. At least, you had hoped it was the last ; but chance had decided otherwise.

To be continued…

A/N : T h a n k s f o r r e a d i n g once again, I’ll update Part 3 as soon as I can!

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