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defmaybe · 3 months ago

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KISS OF LIFE’s Won Haneul x Male Reader

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See Also: Sticky, Not Shy

A/N: Itzy fic with a Kiss of Life title, check. Aespa fic with an Itzy title, check. So, here we are, Kiss of Life fic with an Aespa title. Also, a bit exposition heavy in the beginning lmao. Thanks for reading as always!!!

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Small, idyllic waves crash into the golden sand. Seagulls fly above your head. People run into the water. The scent of salt permeates the air. The sun is setting in front of you, casting orange into the sky. You’d be lying to say that you don’t like this place.

Department trip, electrical engineering to be exact, would’ve been a splendid chance for you to get closer to Won Haneul, the goddess you’ve been pining over for the last few months. You fell in love with her confidence—how she’s always not letting her voice be silenced. Her leadership—how she led your group to a standing ovation from the professor last semester. Her invulnerability—how she stands up for the minority (which includes you, once).

Two problems, though. She definitely doesn’t love you back. Only occasional hello-s and hi-s in the hallway, that’s all. And this trip has been far from productive. You couldn’t get close to her for less than a meter for the last thirty-six hours, and by tomorrow, this chance would fly away as you two have to go back to your mundane university lives.

The other problem is that everyone has also been pining over her, so your chances are negative.

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You and Wonbin are sitting on the sand, watching the sunset together. What a sight. Both of you have been sipping your beers once every few minutes for a while now. You watch Haneul playing volleyball with her friends from afar, wearing a set of skimpy clothes you’ve been fantasizing about for the last few months. Black bra, short jeans that accentuate her ass so fucking well. You have to adjust your trunks every once in a while to hide that raging erection.

Not that it goes by without Wonbin noticing it, though.

“Fucking pervert,” he says with a giggle.

“What the fuck?” you sneer back at him, trying to deny your frenzy lust for Haneul.

“And I thought I’ve been the dirty one all this time.”

“Fuck off, man,” you curse, gauging off a laugh from Wonbin.

“You really like her that much, don’t you?”

You can only whimper back.

“Go talk to her! I’m sure she won’t mind.”

“I don’t know, man. She wouldn’t even bat an eye on me unless I’m in an accident or something.” You surrender to the hypothetical apathy of hers. How could a popular woman even come to pour an ounce of interest for you?

White screen, her in the middle, smiling, a single, large carnation blooming behind her.

Elegant.

She looks better alone than with you.

“I mean, I didn’t win Jiwoo’s heart by just looking at her from afar. Go talk to her!” Wonbin says with a chuckle, shrugging. “A simple ‘Hey’ wouldn’t hurt.”

“What if she doesn’t like me? You can’t just expect me to do that!” you reply, sighing.

“Look, it’s the only way, man. Stop putting women on the pedestal and your whole world will change,” he answers.

“Ugh, I just–” you lie down on the sand before closing your eyes. “–I can’t.”

Wonbin pats your shoulder before lying down beside you.

“Man.”

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Your moment of peace lasts pretty long. If the weather isn’t so hot, you swear you could fall asleep right then and there. The sound of the sea fills your ear, with the images of Haneul in those shorts reeling in your mind. God, what a time.

Until you feel a cold sensation on your pants, freezing cold.

And you hear Haneul gasps.

“Shit, fuck, I–I’m sorry,” she apologizes, stuttering slightly.

Shit. She spills her watermelon frappe on the fabric. You can’t panic. Don’t fucking panic.

“O–Oh, it’s f–fine, Miss Won,” you stammer in the same fashion as hers, before realizing what you’ve just–

“Hmm?” she says, before letting out a laugh, one that’s probably out of you being a pathetic man.

Fuck.

“Miss Won?” Her laugh grows even louder.

Why not just end it all here? You sit there, frozen, until her snicker subsides.

“Oh, don’t be shy, mister,” Haneul says with a sly smile, offering you a hand to get up. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Again, I’m sorry for, well, that.”

“I–It’s fine, Haneul.” You comply with her invitation, reaching for her and getting up from the sandy floor. There goes your chance of her. It’s over.

At least she’s still kind to you.

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“Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Haneul adeptly twists the tap, and warm water flows out of the shower head she’s holding onto your swimming trunk. It was supposed to get wet, anyway. It’s just not in the way you’ve expected it to be.

She takes you back to the villa to clean you up. Sure, you could’ve just walked into the sea for a cleanup session, but her insistence was hard to resist. So, here you are, in the bathroom together.

She smiles throughout this embarrassing act (at least for you), as if there’s something amusing to be found within washing watermelon frappe off a man’s private parts. You are in a frozen state in front of this deity, just half a meter away from you, unable to say a word aside from the high-pitched grunts from time to time, bringing out laughs from her.

Until she clears her throat.

“Can I say something?” Haneul asks, eyes darting away from you, finding comfort in other objects around the room.

“Y–Yeah, sure.”

“Um…” She blinks rapidly, only able to maintain just a split second of eye contact with you. Is she finding you repulsive?

Anticipation hangs heavy. Both of you cannot say a thing under the silence. You watch her evading your eyes.

“Nothing,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ears. “We should get going.”

It’s over.

“Yeah,” you reply, before patting the last bit of the red chunk away as she turns off the water. “Thanks, Haneul.”

It ends here—your chance with her. At least you two can still be friends.

You turn back, ready to open the do–

“Wait.”

The word holds you accountable for a hot breath longer.

She turns the tap back on. But this time, she aims for your abdomen. Water trickles down your body.

“W–Woah, what the–”

A kiss on your lips silences you.

You take in her scent of sweat mixed with an otherworldly hypnotic perfume—salty, floral. Her tongue invades your mouth with ease, sweeping the insides of your warm cavern. The shower head is pressed between your bodies; water is running down and makes her frame wet alongside you. Fireworks are everywhere; people are cheering and clapping their hands; music is playing.

Won Haneul kisses you—with tongue.

She unlatches herself off of your lips, panting for air. “F–Fuck, that was great.”

You’re at a loss for words, still processing the kiss that happened mere seconds ago.

“Kneel for me, please.”

Without a single thought, you fall to your knees. The scent of her only serves to drive you insane.

Haneul would say nothing before slowly, so, so slowly, peeling off her incredibly tight shorts, revealing black panties underneath that matched her bra.

“Like the view, baby?” she asks.

You nod without resistance.

“Good boy,” she says, before softly pushing your damp head onto her equally wet cunt from the running water. And instinctively, you stick your tongue out and lick her clothed folds like some starving whore, drawing a gasp from her.

“Fuck!” exclaims Haneul. Her grip on your head becomes tighter. The pain stings, but your determination is unwavering. Your tongue keeps its pace on the soft fabric just for her pleasure. She just cannot whine louder at your touch.

The hint of her salty taste seeps through the dark fabric, diluted by the trickling water from the shower. Her fingers run along your hair, sending you into haywire, but you need even more.

Your hands seem to have minds of their own. They slither up her soft, toned legs, up the luscious thighs. They’re so firm. Until you reach the tenderness of her ass you’ve been craving for.

“Yes!” she screams, mouth opening wide, moaning. She pushes your head against the wall. The sound of the water still rings in your ear, dribbling down from your pressed head. It mixes with her thunderous moans into a cacophony. “Y–You’re gonna make me cum.”

Her legs turn stiff. Her breaths become more erratic and frenzy. You keep your pace, you have to. Going faster will kill the momentum. You keep lapping up her juices through those skimpy black panties, tasting that salt running out of her pretty cunt. The spilling softness in your hands only drives you further into mania.

And a loud gasp is all it takes for you to see heaven.

Fuck.

Her legs cease to stand up straight. Her grip on your head loosens as she becomes a wobbly mess. A high note echoes through the bathroom. Someone must’ve heard that, but you’re not in a position to care. You’ve just had the best meal of your life that is Won Haneul’s cunt.

“Fuck, shit,” she exclaims, as she’s coming down from her high. She lets go of your head. But as if you’re magnetized to her cavern, you keep slurping up her tangy juices through the revealing garment—any of what’s left. You can just do this forev–

“A–Alright, I know I taste good, baby.” The water is still running, washing any filth of the mere minutes ago away.

It takes a lot of self-reservation to put yourself out of her cunt. That salty, mouthwatering cunt. You whine a little as you pull your head back.

She washes the dirtiness on you with the water before turning it off, hanging the head back into its place.

“Thanks,” you reply with a smile.

“C’mon, let’s go to the sea. Maybe tonight–” she slithers her hand down into your shorts, groping your length—grabbing, squeezing, stroking, all in a flash. “–I’ll give you more than my lips.

The touch alone puts you back in your place. “Y–Yes, Haneul.”

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starvrse · 12 days ago

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BOUND BY DEVOTION

pairing : won haneul x fem!reader

summary : yn is js an asshole fr idk

warnings : sub g!p haneul smut, toxicity, belle is used as the “homewrecker”, crying, mommy kink 😅, cursing, etc.

unnecessary bs : 7.7k words 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ happy holidays and tysm for 150 followers 😭🙏

“honestly, haneul, i don’t know why you’re still with yn,” julie said, reaching over to grab a fry from natty’s plate, only to get her hand slapped away.

“right, she’s the asshole of assholes!” the thai girl chimed in, shooting julie a warning glare as she pulled her plate closer.

haneul shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “she’s not… that bad,” she said quietly, her tone unsure but still protective.

julie rolled her eyes. “oh, come on, haneul. we’ve all seen how she treats you. she’s toxic, plain and simple.”

“maybe she’s made mistakes,” haneul countered, her voice firm, “but everyone’s quick to judge without knowing the full story. she’s not perfect, but who is?”

“not perfect? bobsky, she manipulates you!” natty shot back, her voice rising slightly. “you’re always the one apologizing, always the one fixing things when she screws up.”

“i know she has her flaws,” haneul murmured, her gaze dropping to her lap. “but… i see a side of her that you don’t. she can be really sweet and caring when it’s just the two of us.”

julie raised a skeptical brow, leaning back in her seat. “love shouldn’t feel like this, sky. but fine—if you want to keep defending her, that’s your choice. just don’t come crying to us when she hurts you again.”

the table fell into an awkward silence, natty and julie exchanging worried glances while haneul quietly twirled a fry between her fingers, holding on to her hope, no matter how fragile it seemed.

“so… when are you gonna see belle? she’s such a nice girl and obviously likes you!” natty said, her tone light as she tried to steer the conversation into safer territory.

“mhm, she mentioned you two have been texting a lot,” julie added, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she nudged haneuls foot lightly.

haneul blinked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “oh, um… belle’s nice, yeah,” she murmured, her voice soft. “but it’s not like that. we’re just… friends.”

natty raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand. “friends who text each other every night?” she teased.

julie leaned in with an exaggerated gasp. “and friends who conveniently light up whenever they see each other?”

haneul fidgeted, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “it’s not what you think,” she insisted quietly, though the faint smile on her face betrayed her embarrassment.

natty and julie exchanged a knowing look, their playful grins widening as they returned to their food, satisfied with the blush they’d managed to coax out of their soft hearted friend.

the air was already a bit awkward when belle strolled up to their table, her tote bag slung over one shoulder and her phone in hand. she barely glanced at julie and natty before her eyes landed on haneul. “speak of the devil..” natty whispered to julie, a smirk playing on her face.

“hi, naneulie” belle greeted, her tone light and easy, like they were the only two people in the room.

haneul looked up, startled, and managed a soft, “oh hi, hyewon.”

belle smiled and wasted no time sliding into the seat next to the girl, her shoulder bumping lightly against hers. “i didn’t know you’d be here! cute surprise, huh?”

natty raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, while julie smirked, leaning back in her chair as if settling in for a show.

“we’re just grabbing some food,” natty said casually, glancing between belle and haneul. “you want something? you’ve already helped yourself to our company.”

belle didn’t even look at her, instead leaning closer to the younger and tapping her arm. “you didn’t text me back earlier,” she said with a playful pout. “i was waiting forever, you know.”

haneul blinked, fumbling for an answer. “oh, um, sorry—i got busy.”

“busy with what?” the blonde asked, resting her chin in her hand as she turned fully toward haneul. her knee brushed against haneul’s under the table, and haneul shifted slightly, looking flustered.

julie stifled a laugh behind her hand. “probably busy dealing with yn. you know, her girlfriend?”

belle paused for a split second, then let out a light laugh as if the comment hadn’t fazed her. “oh yeah, yn,” she said breezily, waving her hand. “but i’m sure she doesn’t mind me borrowing bobsky for a bit, right?”

natty leaned forward, grinning. “borrow her? belle, you’re acting like she’s your personal property or something.”

belle shrugged, her gaze still locked on haneul. “i mean, we’re just friends. it’s not a big deal, right?”

haneul’s cheeks burned as she looked down at her lap, unsure how to respond.

“you’re so bold,” julie teased, shaking her head. “aren’t you worried yn will like, find out and blow up?”

belle smirked, finally glancing at julie. “let her. what’s she gonna do, send me a mean text?”

“she’d probably send bobsky a mean text.” natty shot back, laughing.

belle ignored them, reaching out to lightly tug at the sleeve of haneul’s sweater. “you look really cute today.” she said, her voice soft enough that it felt just for haneul, even though everyone at the table could hear it.

haneul froze, her eyes darting to natty and julie, who were both watching with thinly veiled amusement. “uh, thanks,” she mumbled, scooting a fraction away, though belle didn’t seem to notice—or care.

natty leaned back, whispering to Julie, “yn’s gonna lose her mind when she hears about this.”

as the group continued chatting, haneul’s phone buzzed on the table. she glanced at the screen, the notification lighting up with your name.

yn 🩷: imysmm :(( can i call u later ?

haneul’s thumb hovered over the notification for a second. her stomach twisted as she read the message, the usual mix of guilt and exhaustion creeping in.

julie, ever nosy, leaned over to peek at the screen. “oh, is that yn?” she asked, dragging out the name with a knowing smirk.

haneul quickly turned the phone face down, her cheeks heating up. “it’s nothing,” she mumbled.

belle raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the exchange. “yn again?” she asked casually, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “she’s so clingy, isn’t she?”

natty snorted, nudging haneul’s arm. “bet she’s sending her usual ‘i miss you’ texts, huh?”

haneul gave a nervous laugh but didn’t respond. her phone buzzed again, but she didn’t bother to check this time. instead, she focused on the conversation, pretending she hadn’t seen the message.

meanwhile, back on your end, the “read” receipt stared back at you, unanswered.

a few hours later, you’re lounging in your room, scrolling through Instagram with a bored, disinterested look on your face. you’ve already seen that haneul hasn’t responded to your texts, but you’re not about to chase her. you don’t have to.

your finger lazily swipes through the feed until you come across julie’s story. a group photo. at first, you’re not all that interested, but then you see her—haneul—standing in the corner of the frame, a little too close to belle.

your eyes narrow as you study the details. haneul’s hand is resting casually on belle’s waist. It’s subtle, but it’s there. so that’s how it is.

a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you watch them. haneul, with that soft expression on her face, looking so innocent, her hand on belle’s waist like it’s no big deal. you don’t miss the way haneul leans in a little, and how belle seems to be melting into the touch, her lips close to your girlfriends neck as she smiles.

you pause for a moment, then smirk. this is the perfect time to remind haneul exactly who she’s dealing with. you take a quick photo of yourself—just enough to tease, nothing too obvious, but suggestive enough to get a point across. you’re dressed casually, quite a bit of skin showing, leaning into the shot just right. you want it to look effortless, like you couldn’t care less, but you know exactly what you’re doing.

you post it with a simple caption: “huzz hmu”

no explanation needed. it’s clear.

as you stare at the post, your mind drifts back to the photo from earlier, the one of haneul with belle. you replay it in your head—the closeness, the casual touch, like nothing was wrong. and that’s when you decide: this isn’t just about her. it’s about sending a message.

you click back into the group photo julie had posted earlier. your finger hovers over the screen, and with a swift motion, you screenshot it. you crop it just right, zooming in on haneul’s arm around belle’s waist, making sure it’s crystal clear.

then you open your messages, and without hesitation, you send the screenshot to haneul. the caption? just a string of question marks.

question marks. no explanation. she’ll get the message.

you watch as the message status changes to “read” waiting a couple minutes before your phone finally buzzes with a message from her.

you stare at the message from haneul, your finger hovering over the screen. It’s a simple question: “why would you post that??”

you already know that she knows the answer—it’s obvious. you just needed to make it clear. you tap the reply box, fingers itching to type something sharp, but you pause.

instead, you just lean back, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. haneul was always the one to play it safe, to avoid confrontation. you know she won’t come right out and say what she’s really thinking, but she’s still trying to act innocent.

you finally type out a response:

“just thought id remind u whats out there. since u clearly dont care about whats right in front of u.”

you send it before you can second-guess yourself, feeling that familiar mix of satisfaction and frustration swirl in your chest. you know she’s going to take a while to reply, probably scrambling to figure out what to say without starting a fight. she always does.

sure enough, the dots appear. you brace yourself, waiting for the inevitable passive reply.

finally, the message pops up:

neul 💕: “This isn’t about me and Hyewon. You know that, right?”

you let out a light laugh before biting your lip while typing. “really? because it looks like ur trying to make something else happen.”

you can almost hear her hesitating on the other side of the screen. It’s exactly what you wanted—make her question herself, make her feel a little uneasy for once.

the dots flash again.

neul 💕: “I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”

you bite your lip, resisting the urge to snap back immediately. Instead, you let a few seconds pass, then type:

“maybe u should start acting like u care. bc im not gonna wait around while u play games with other girls.”

you press send, leaning back against your pillow, feeling the rush of control that only comes when you have someone exactly where you want them.

you read haneul’s last message, and the corners of your mouth curl into a slight, bitter smile. she’s falling right into it—just like you knew she would. her hesitation, her soft words, it’s all so predictable.

you lean back, letting your phone rest on your lap as you take a deep breath. time to turn the tables. you quickly type out a message, making sure your words are sweet and innocent, laced with just enough guilt to make her feel like the bad guy.

“you know what? im just tired, haneul. i dont even know why i bother sometimes. i thought you cared, but it doesnt feel that way anymore.”

you hesitate, letting that statement sit in your mind for a second. you can practically see her scrambling to figure out how to respond. you know she’s soft, too soft for her own good, and it’s exactly what you need.

you add more, leaning into the act.

“i dont want to feel like im the only one putting in effort. it just hurts, honestly. i just want someone who actually chooses me.”

there it is. you’ve played the victim. you let the message hang there for a while, watching the screen, waiting for her to reply.

seconds feel like minutes.

finally, her message pops up. you can almost feel the weight of her guilt on the other side of the screen.

neul 💕: “I do care about you princess. I’m not trying to hurt you, I swear. I don’t want you to feel like that.”

it’s exactly what you wanted. you smile to yourself, biting back a laugh. she’s swallowing it whole. you’ve got her wrapped around your finger.

you let a long pause sit before replying, letting her stew in her guilt. then, you type, just a little softer this time, letting the “i’m hurt�� act run its course.

“i dont know, neul… sometimes it feels like im not enough. i dont want to be a second choice.”

you hit send, knowing this will be the moment she cracks.

haneul looks at your last message, her heart sinking. she doesn’t know how to respond, her mind racing with all the things she wants to say but can’t seem to get out. you’re upset, and she wants to fix it, but every time she types something, she feels like it’s not enough.

she stares at the screen, chewing on her lip, retyping the same thing over and over. “You are enough. You’re my first choice, my main priority.” but it feels hollow. it doesn’t feel like it’ll fix anything.

frustrated, haneul slumps back on the couch, rubbing her temples. julie, sitting nearby and watching her struggle, rolls her eyes. “you’re acting like this is the end of the world. just text her back already.”

haneul sighs. “i don’t know what to say to her anymore. she’s making me feel like I’m doing everything wrong.”

julie glances at the phone, then at haneul. “give me that.” she snatches the phone out of haneul’s hand before she can protest.

“julie, no!” haneul starts to reach for it, but julie’s already typing.

“watch and learn,” julie mutters, her fingers flying over the screen with a confidence haneul has seen quite a bit as the groups break up message writer. she doesn’t hesitate, completely bypassing all the guilt and worry haneul has been wrapped up in. Instead, she taps out a slick, direct message:

neul 💕: Yk yn, if you keep acting like this, you’re gonna push me away. Stop acting all hurt and play the game right, or someone else will take your spot.

she looks up at haneul, grinning. “now that’s how you handle it.”

haneul’s jaw drops. “julie, what the hell?! why would you say that?”

julie shrugs nonchalantly. “because it’s true. she needs to stop thinking she’s got you wrapped around her finger. you’re better than that.”

haneul stares at her phone in disbelief. she’s not sure whether to laugh, cry, or scream. the message feels so harsh, but there’s a part of her that knows julie’s right. if she keeps playing the role of the sweet, apologetic one, nothing’s ever going to change.

you read “haneul’s” message again, feeling a sharp pang of surprise mixed with frustration.

your fingers hover over the screen as a strange feeling settles in your chest. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. she’s not playing the game like she used to. she’s not apologizing, not begging. you hate that it feels like she’s finally standing up for herself, and you hate that you’re even considering backing down.

but you won’t. you won’t back down.

you start typing, every word laced with the control you know you still have. “so now im the one in the wrong? you seriously think you can just do whatever you want, haneul? ive been here, trying to make things work, and this is how you treat me?”

you press send quickly, but it doesn’t feel like enough. you need her to see exactly how this is going to play out.

without missing a beat, you type again. “you dont get to just walk away from this. youve never cared about me the way ive cared about you. ive given everything, and this is what i get?

a small, malicious grin curls at your lips as you reread the message. it’s a challenge, and you know exactly how she’ll respond.

but you’re not done. you need her to really feel the weight of what you’re saying, to know that the ball is in her court now.

so, as a final act, you block her number. a small, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. you know exactly what’s going to happen next. she’ll realize she can’t reach you, and then she’ll be the one scrambling to fix things. it’s the perfect move—she won’t be able to ignore the situation for long. you’ve got her right where you want her.

you throw your phone down on the bed and sit back, waiting for her to come to you in the way you know she always does—when she’s desperate enough.

back on haneul’s side, the weight of reality crashes down on her. her heart sinks as she tries to reply to you, only to see her messages turn green.

“wait, she blocked me?” haneul’s voice cracks slightly, disbelief washing over her. “why would she do that?”

julie and natty, who’ve been watching intently, both exchange tired glances. it’s becoming painfully familiar.

julie shrugs, not even trying to hide her frustration. “what did you expect, sky? you’ve been walking on eggshells for so long, and she’s always been like this. she gets what she wants, or you’re out.”

natty rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “honestly, this is exhausting. you’re letting her manipulate you again.”

haneul’s eyes dart to the phone, panic starting to creep in. “i need to call her. please, can i use your phone?” she’s almost pleading now, the desperation in her voice unmistakable.

julie hesitates before pushing her phone toward haneul with a sigh. “you really think calling her is going to fix anything? you know what she’s doing, right?”

haneul doesn’t respond, her fingers already tapping over the screen, trying to call you through julie’s phone. she knows it’s probably a bad idea. she knows you’re playing her, but she doesn’t know how to stop. her hands shake as she waits for the call to go through.

as the phone rings, julie and natty exchange a look, both of them silently acknowledging that this is just more of the same. haneul’s too wrapped up in this toxic back and forth to see it.

meanwhile, you sit back on your bed, the faint buzz of your phone breaking the silence. the screen lights up with an unknown number, and a smug smirk pulls at the corners of your lips. you already know who it is. haneul.

you take your time before picking up, letting the call ring for a few moments longer than necessary. finally, you swipe to answer.

“hello?” your voice is casual, almost bored, like you’re not even remotely fazed by the call.

there’s a pause on the other end, and you can practically feel haneul’s hesitation. then, her voice breaks through, soft and pleading, “yn… please, i just—”

you cut her off, letting the silence drag for a second before speaking. “what do you want, haneul?” your tone is icy, detached. it’s the calm before the storm, and you know she’s feeling it.

“i… i didn’t mean to hurt you,” haneul starts, her words rushing out, desperate. “i don’t know what’s going on, but blocking me like that… please, just let me explain.”

you can hear the urgency in her voice, and it only makes you feel more in control. you lean back into your bed, not even bothering to sit up, enjoying the power shift. “explain what? that you’re sorry? you always say that. but nothing ever changes, does it?”

haneul’s voice cracks. “i swear i’m trying, yn. i don’t want this to be over.”

you let out a small, fake laugh. “really? because it sure seems like you’re already moving on, huh? hanging out with belle and getting too comfortable with her. it doesn’t exactly scream ‘trying.’”

there’s a long, shaky silence on the other end. you can almost see her scrambling, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to fix it.

“you’re right,” haneul finally whispers, defeated. “i made a mistake.”

you smirk again, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. “a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

the words feel almost too easy to say, but the rush of satisfaction is undeniable. you know she’s not going to give up this easily. she’ll be back. she always comes back.

you sit up a little, the smirk still playing on your lips, as you listen to haneul’s voice crack with guilt and desperation. you know she’s hanging on your every word, trying to figure out how to fix everything. and that’s exactly why you’re going to drag it out.

with a cold, calculated tone, you say, “you know, haneul, if you really want to fix this, if you really want to show me how sorry you are, then maybe we should talk about it in person.”

you pause for a moment, letting the words sink in, before you continue, dragging out the tension. “i think it’s time you come over and prove it. you’ll come to my place, and we’ll talk—really talk. and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to convince me that this time is different.”

you let the silence hang between you, savoring the way she must be hanging on your every word. you know what’s coming next. you’ve already won.

there’s a long, tense silence on the other end of the phone. you can practically feel the weight of haneul’s hesitation, and you know she’s torn. she knows this is a game, but she’s so deep in it now that she can’t back out.

finally, haneul’s voice breaks through, quiet and shaky. “i… i’ll come. just tell me when.”

a victorious smirk spreads across your face. you knew she couldn’t resist.

you lean back against your pillows, rolling your eyes as if the power is effortless, the game won before it even began. “how about now?” your voice is soft, but there’s a cruel edge beneath it. “come over, neul. we’ll have a real conversation about everything. but make sure you’re ready.”

you hear her swallow, and the uncertainty in her voice is like music to your ears. “okay… i’ll be there soon.”

you end the call without a second thought, feeling the rush of control flood over you. you know exactly what you’re doing, and you can already predict how this will play out. haneul will come. she’ll beg. she’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.

and you’ll be there, sitting back, enjoying the show.

haneul hands julie the phone, her mind racing as she processes what just happened. a knot forms in her stomach, the weight of her decision settling in. what is she even walking into? what’s going to happen when she gets there?

“hey, i’m going to her house.” haneul announces to julie and natty, her voice strained and uncertain.

julie’s eyebrows shoot up, her face an unreadable mix of disappointment and frustration. she exhales sharply, shaking her head. “seriously, sky? you’re actually going over there? after everything that’s happened?”

natty just looks at her, her gaze tired but resigned. “i don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. she’s just going to mess with your head more.”

haneul bites her lip, looking down at her phone as if it’s the only thing grounding her. “i know, but i have to try. i don’t want to give up on this yet.”

julie leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “you’re not going to fix anything by letting her control you like this. she’s playing you, haneul.”

“i’ll be fine,” haneul says, her voice shaky but determined. “i just… i need to do this.”

there’s another pause before haneul adds, almost offhandedly, “tell hyewon i said bye when she comes back from the bathroom.”

julie and natty share a glance, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. it’s obvious to them both: haneul is falling deeper into the mess, and she’s not even aware of it. julie opens her mouth to say something, but haneul’s already standing up, walking toward the door with a determined look on her face.

as haneul leaves, julie lets out a soft sigh. “this is gonna end badly.”

natty doesn’t answer. she just watches as haneul walks out the door, knowing there’s no convincing her now.

the sound of a knock on your door pulls you from whatever you were doing. you already know who it is before you even get up to answer.

you open the door slowly, and there she is—haneul. standing there in front of you, looking like a kicked puppy. her hair is slightly messy, her forehead slick with sweat despite the cold air outside. it’s almost pathetic how she stands there, her shoulders slumped, looking like she’s already defeated before she even steps foot inside.

you can’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing her like this.

“well,” you say, leaning against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. “didn’t take you long, huh?”

haneul doesn’t meet your gaze immediately. Instead, she wipes her forehead nervously, eyes darting around the doorway as if looking for some kind of escape. she opens her mouth to say something but hesitates, her words caught in her throat.

“babe…” her voice is soft, hesitant, the usual confident girl nowhere to be found. “i—i’m sorry. i just… i don’t want to lose you.”

you don’t move, just stare at her for a moment longer, letting her squirm. she’s so easy to read, so easy to manipulate. it feels almost too easy.

“you’re sorry? after everything you’ve done?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping back slightly to let her in but making no move to be kind or inviting. “come in.”

haneul takes a step forward, looking like she’s walking into a lion’s den. you close the door behind her with a soft click.

now it’s time to see how much she’ll beg.

haneul stands awkwardly in the middle of your living room, her arms crossed over her chest like she’s trying to hold herself together. her eyes flit around the room, avoiding yours, and the silence between you is thick, suffocating.

you lean casually against the armrest of your couch, arms folded, watching her. she looks so small, so unsure of herself. exactly how you wanted her.

“well?” you say after a moment, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. “i’m waiting.”

haneul flinches slightly at your tone, but she forces herself to speak. “i—i didn’t mean for things to get this bad. i just—” she swallows hard, her voice shaky. “i don’t know what to do anymore, yn. you’re upset, and i… i don’t know how to fix it.”

you let out a soft, humorless laugh, shaking your head. “you don’t know how to fix it? really? maybe don’t put your hands all over belle next time. that’s a good place to start.”

her eyes widen slightly, and she stammers, “it wasn’t like that, i swear! she leaned into me, and i didn’t want to make it awkward. i—i wasn’t thinking.”

“of course, you weren’t thinking,” you snap, standing up straighter now, your voice dripping with venom. “you never think about how i feel, do you? i’m always the one who’s supposed to understand, to forgive, to be okay with you running around with your little friends while i’m sitting here, waiting for you.”

haneul’s lip trembles slightly, and she looks like she’s trying not to cry. “that’s not fair, yn. you know i care about you,” she says softly, her words stumbling over themselves. “a-and… sometimes you’re the one who goes out with other people… gets close with them…”

you scoff, taking a step closer to her, watching as she shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “don’t put this on me, haneul. i’m not the one who messed up. you are. and now you’re here, looking like a kicked dog, hoping i’ll just forgive you because you said you’re sorry. is that it?”

“i’m not trying to turn anything on you,” she says quickly, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. “i just—i feel like you don’t see how much i care. you do things too, yn, and sometimes it hurts, but i don’t—” she cuts herself off, pressing her lips together as her eyes drop to the floor.

you let out a cold laugh, crossing your arms as you take a step closer. “oh, so now i’m the problem? you’re really sitting here, trying to act like you’re the victim, when you’re the one out there with belle? touching her like it’s no big deal?”

haneul shakes her head frantically, her voice rising in desperation. “it’s not like that! i told you, i wasn’t thinking—”

“exactly,” you cut her off, your tone icy. “you weren’t thinking. not about me, not about us. but now you want me to believe you care? after all of this?”

her shoulders slump, and she looks so small, so defeated, that for a moment, you almost feel a twinge of sympathy. but then you remember the photo, the way her hand lingered on belle’s waist, and the bitterness takes over again.

“yn, please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “i just want to fix this.”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider her words. “fix it, huh? and what exactly are you going to do to fix it, haneul? because right now, i’m not seeing much effort.”

her breath hitches, and she finally looks up at you, her eyes glistening. “i don’t want to lose you, yn. please, just tell me what i can do. i’ll do anything.”

you pause, letting her words hang in the air for a moment. the power shift is intoxicating, and you savor it, tilting your head slightly as you watch her unravel in front of you.

“anything?” you repeat again, this time softer, more venom laced beneath the word.

she nods again, her voice catching as she whispers, “anything.”

without warning, you place your hands on her shoulders and shove her backward onto the couch. she falls easily, her wide eyes locked on yours, and for a split second, you see the surprise flicker across her face.

you swing your leg over her lap, straddling her, your hands pressing firmly on her shoulders to keep her in place. haneul could stop you if she wanted to—you know it, and she knows it. she’s stronger than you, far stronger. her frame alone radiates quiet strength, the kind that could have you off her in an instant. but she doesn’t use it. she doesn’t even try.

her hands hover awkwardly by her sides, unsure whether to touch you or keep them away. her lips part, but no words come out, her expression a mixture of confusion and guilt.

“you’re pathetic, you know that?” you murmur, leaning closer until your faces are just inches apart. her breath hitches, and you can feel the tension in her body as she freezes under you. “all that strength, all that power, and you’re just letting me do this.”

“i—i don’t want to hurt you,” she stammers, her voice small, trembling.

“hurt me?” you echo, letting out a humorless laugh. “haneul, the only person hurting me right now is you. you don’t think seeing your hand on belle’s waist was a slap in the face? or that stupid soft smile you gave her?”

“it wasn’t like that,” she says quickly, her voice rising in desperation. “i told you—it didn’t mean anything! i wasn’t thinking!”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider her words as you trail your fingers down her shoulders, feeling the way she tenses under your touch. “not thinking,” you repeat softly. “you seem to do that a lot when it comes to me.”

“please, yn,” she whispers, her eyes glassy as they search yours. “tell me what to do. tell me how to fix it. i’ll do anything. just—just don’t leave me.”

you smirk, leaning back slightly but not moving off her. “that’s the thing, neul. i don’t think you even realize what you’ve done. but don’t worry—” you pause, letting the tension linger in the air. “i’ll make sure you never forget again.”

she swallows hard, her breath hitching as tears begin to spill down her cheeks. her trembling hands finally find their way to your waist, resting there lightly, as if grounding herself in the moment. her voice is barely audible as she chokes out, “i just want to make this right.”

you lean in closer, your voice a whisper against her ear. “good. because i’m not done with you yet.”

you don’t waste any time, leaning down again, this time with no hesitation, your lips crashing into hers with a force that leaves no room for second guessing. it’s hungry, possessive, your hands tangling into her hair as you press her back against the couch.

haneul lets out a soft gasp against your mouth, her hands tightening on your waist instinctively. she kisses you back just as desperately, her lips moving with yours, matching your intensity. tears are still streaming down her face, the saltiness lingering on her lips and slipping into the kiss. it only adds to the rawness of the moment, her vulnerability making her response even more desperate.

you can feel the way her body trembles slightly beneath you, not from fear, but from the weight of everything between you.

you deepen the kiss, biting down lightly on her lower lip, drawing a quiet whimper from her. it sends a rush of satisfaction through you, knowing you have her exactly where you want her. she could stop this if she wanted to—she’s strong enough to lift you off her like it’s nothing—but she doesn’t. instead, she lets you take what you want, surrendering completely.

her hands finally move, sliding up your back and pulling you closer, her strength barely restrained as she clings to you. the kiss grows hotter, more frantic, like neither of you can get enough.

when you finally pull back, both of you are breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and her wide eyes are locked on yours like she’s completely lost in you.

her hands still gripping you tightly, her gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. her voice is shaky, tears still threatening to spill over as she whispers, “yn…” it’s quiet, fragile, like she’s pleading for something she can’t put into words.

you lean in again, your lips crashing into hers once more, harder this time, determined to make sure she doesn’t forget who she belongs to.

you can taste the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her lips, a heady combination that drives you wild. the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in this intense, desperate moment.

you feel her cock harden under you, drawing an exaggerated gasp from your mouth. “seems like someone's pleased with this turn of events," you murmur, your voice a low, husky timbre tinged with amusement. you grind on her boner, eliciting a strangled moan from beneath you. her hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.

her nails dig into your waist, a silent plea for you not to stop. “yn..” she hisses through clenched teeth, her body tensing as she squeezes your waist harder. you just smirk wider and grind down harder.

haneul whimpers beneath you, her struggles growing weaker as you lean in closer, your presence overwhelming, claiming the space between you. her breaths come shallow and uneven, the fight in her fading as you assert your dominance, a quiet, undeniable force that leaves no room for resistance. “please...” she begs, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and submission. “please don't stop...” her legs fall open wider, inviting you to grind against her wood.

you lean down, your face inches from hers, and sneer at her pathetic pleas. “look at you, begging like a little bitch,” you spit in her face. “you're so fucking pathetic."

tears stream down her cheeks as she nods frantically, completely broken down by your harsh words. her voice comes out as a desperate whisper, “please mommy... j-just touch me. make me yours.” her hips buck upward shamelessly, seeking any kind of release from the intense denial.

you get down on your knees between haneul’s thighs, your face level with her lap. you hook your fingers into her waistband and slowly pull down her joggers and boxers, revealing her throbbing length.

“look at this fucking dick, neul,” you sneer, wrapping your hand around the base of her shaft and giving it a few rough strokes. “so hard and ready, just for me, right?”

haneul’s hands fly to her hair, gripping it tightly as she looks down at your face buried between her legs. “fuck, y-yes…just for you mommy.” she whimpers, as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head, sucking hard and making her whimper in desperation.

you begin to bob your head, taking her dick in and out of your mouth in quick, sloppy motions. you use your hand to jack her off in tandem, twisting and pumping your wrist as you hollow your cheeks and suck her hard.

you feel the older girl’s thick length pulse in your mouth as you work her over, her salty precum coating your tongue. you can hear her desperate whimpers and moans above you, her hands tugging at your hair as she fucks your face with shallow thrusts of her hips.

just as you feel her tensing up, ready to erupt, you suddenly pull back, letting her slick cock spring free with an obscene “pop”. grinning wickedly, you release your grip on her base, denying her that final push she so desperately craves. "not yet, neul,"

you chuckle darkly, blowing a stream of cool air across her overheated flesh. her dick jumps and leaks in response, the tip glistening with a mixture of your saliva and her own excitement. “i'm not done playing with you yet."

you admire your handiwork - haneul’s face is flushed red, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasps for air, completely at your mercy. her cock is rock hard and throbbing, aching for release but denied by your tormenting games. "p-please...” she begs for a release.

you wrap your fingers around her straining shaft, stroking her with agonizing slowness at first. each deliberate pump of your hand sends shockwaves through her body, making her shudder and moan.

“cum for me. show me how much you love having my hand on your cock." you speed up your movements, twisting your wrist on each upward stroke.

you start to jerk her off faster, your hand moving up and down her length with increasing pressure. "you're so close, sweetheart. i can feel your dick throbbing in my hand." you lean in and whisper in her ear, "cum for mommy, neul."

her body tenses, and she lets out a choked off whimper as she finds her release, hot and sticky, spurting into your hand. but you don't stop. you keep jerking her off through her entire release, her overstimulated flesh turning sensitive and painful.

as you relentlessly stroke her, the korean girl starts moaning loudly, the sound muffled by you kissing her sloppily, swallowing her noises. her hips buck involuntarily, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming sensation yet desperately seeking more. tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she moans, "mmh…oh shit..."

her cock pulses weakly, overstimulated and sensitive, but you continue the torturous pleasure. "you can't help but love it, can you?" you whisper teasingly. "your pretty little cock is so sensitive and needy..."

you abruptly cease your relentless stroking, leaving haneul’s cock twitching and desperate. she whimpers in confusion and withdrawal, her hips still shuddering. you start to slowly remove your own clothing, teasing her with glimpses of your bare skin.

once you're naked, you crawl back onto the couch and straddle her hips. her eyes widen as she takes in your bare body, her gaze lingering on your curves. without a word, you reach down and guide her still hard (though sensitive) cock to your entrance.

as you slowly sink down onto her sensitive cock, haneul lets out a high pitched whine at the tightness and pressure. her overstimulated flesh struggles to accommodate your warmth, making her whine and squirm beneath you. "y-yn, it's too much!”

despite her protests, haneul’s cock remains rock hard inside you, betraying her body's true desires. you start to grind your hips, drawing more whimpers and gasps from her lips as you stimulate her sensitive tip with each movement. "ah! oh fuck, y-you feel amazing..."

the sensitivity proves too much for haneul, and as you continue to ride her, she can feel her release building too quickly. she tries to warn you, "wait, it's too soon, i’m gonna-" but you ignore her pleas, continuing to move on her.

with a loud, desperate cry, haneul’s body tenses and then convulses as she cums hard and fast inside you. her hot seed spills out, filling you up as she thrashes and jerks beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm. “mmh— f-fuck!”

despite her pleas of "p-please, it's t-too much...", you continue to ride the older girl, her still spurting cock milking out every last drop of cum. you soothe her with gentle reassurances, "it's okay, baby... just a little more for mommy..."

her oversensitive cock twitches uncomfortably but remains impossibly hard as you continue your slow grind. tears reform in haneul’s eyes from the mixture of pleasure and intense sensory overload. "m-mommy... it's too sensitive... please... i-i can't..." "you can take it for mommy, my love..."

with a broken cry, haneul’s body starts to shake as she feels another wave of intense pleasure rushing through her. she buries her face in your neck, sobbing and moaning uncontrollably as she starts to shoot blanks, her cock pulsing with each empty spurt. "mommy..."

you hold the girl close, cradling her as she sobs and cries into your neck, her body still twitching and spasming with the aftershocks of her overstimulated orgasm. her blank shots paint your insides, a futile attempt to empty her sensitive cock of its overwhelming load.

as haneul continues to cry and shake, you feel your own orgasm building, the relentless pounding of her sensitive cock against your g-spot finally becoming too much to bear. with a loud, piercing scream, you climax, your inner muscles clamping down on haneul's cock as you ride out your intense orgasm.

her fingers dig into your waist, keeping you pressed firmly against her as your climax triggers another series of blank shots from her exhausted cock. you grip her hair tightly, using it for leverage as you ride out your waves of pleasure. her sobbing moans against your neck only heighten your ecstasy.

“i can't... i can't stop..." she whimpers, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being used while so sensitive. her nails dig deeper into your waist, surely to leave bruises, as another empty spurt escapes her.

as both of you slowly come down from your intense orgasms, you gently stroke haneul’s hair, soothing her as she continues to sob softly against your neck. you hold her close, rocking her gently as you try to calm her down. her blank shots slowly taper off as her oversensitive cock finally starts to recover.

haneul finally looks up at you, her tear-soaked eyes wide and full of guilt. “i’m… i’m so sorry, yn… i didn’t mean to disappoint you…” she sniffles, her voice breaking as she searches your face for forgiveness. you tilt her chin up gently, forcing her to meet your gaze, your thumb tracing slowly along her cheek, wiping away the tears that fall like a confession.

“shh, baby,” you whisper, your tone soft, almost affectionate. “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean to… but you hurt me, neul.” you pause, letting the weight of your words settle, watching the guilt twist her features. “and that’s not what someone who loves me would do, is it?”

she shakes her head desperately, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “no, no, yn… i swear, i love you. i do. please, believe me…”

you offer her a faint smile, brushing her hair back from her face like she’s something fragile. “then prove it,” you say, your voice gentle, yet laced with an undeniable finality. “block belle’s number. delete her. she’s only coming between us, neul. and we don’t need anyone else, do we? just you and me, baby.”

her breath hitches, and she clings to you tighter, as if holding on will erase the tension that lingers between you. “i promise,” she chokes out, her voice trembling. “i’ll do it right now. i’ll block her. i don’t want anyone else. just you…”

you hum softly, your fingers combing through her hair in a way that’s both soothing and possessive. “good girl,” you murmur, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. “i knew you’d make the right choice. you always do… because you love me, don’t you?”

“i do,” she whispers, her voice a desperate plea. “i love you more than anything…”

you smile, satisfaction blooming in your chest as you pull her impossibly closer, her dependence on you sinking deeper with every word, every touch, every breath.

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luneengene2 · 25 days ago

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If ever are you gonna do a maknae line ver of "Accidentally Hurt/Injure (Verbally or Physically) You During an Argument "?

&Team Maknae Line : Accidentally Hurt/Injure (Verbally or Physically) You During an Argument

• Warnings : ANGST Content, Harua (Insult to the status of parents, kiss of life Haneul mention, status glorification, strangulation, mentioning about killing, rant, pet name), Taki (mentioning the mother who was killed, Venting of anger), Maki (His mother died, mentioning a robbery and threat), Grammar errors, tell me if I missed something.

• Note : YIPPIE! Finally I can make the Maknae Line version (aka complete)

• Harua •

(Oldmoney!Harua x newmoney!fem!reader)

Shigeta Harua, the only son of a high-class jewelry company owner that existed around 1913. His family line was aristocratic, having been very wealthy even before World War I broke out. You are his lover, starting from you being his childhood friend. Your father's company is a subsidiary of the Shigeta family, the Shigeta family is the largest investor in your father's company. Your life is perfect, isn't it? Born into a family that doesn't make you suffer, and your lover is from the upper class who loves you very much.

A perfect life line, but your relationship with Harua may not necessarily be smooth sailing. You and Harua have a secret relationship, your relationship with him has never been made public, even to your parents. Harua asked for that, because he wasn't ready to hear what his parents had to say about his girl. Harua knows how his parents are. His parents were strict and very detailed in every aspect. They always wanted 'high' things for their only son. Girls from rich families do not guarantee that they will like you right away. They seemed to really want someone to be their equal, an aristocrat. Harua's parents do love you like their daughter, moreover you are Harua's only childhood friend, but Harua doesn't think that means they immediately want you to be their daughter-in-law. He is afraid that if his parents find out about this relationship early, it could fall apart. He always assures you that he will slowly try to talk to his parents.

But you're already at the peak of your annoyance. He never does what he says. Never tries to talk to his parents. Your annoyance and anger grew even more when the media started spreading rumors about him. Rumors that he will be matched with one of the daughters of an aristocratic family who has always held the highest position in government for almost 90 years. Won Haneul. It's been almost half a year that the media has been reporting it, and half a year you have to hold back your emotions. Plus, Harua and Haneeul are often at the same event, the Aristocrat family gathering.

Patience has its limits, and yours is running out...

"You came to my apartment at this late hour just because of your jealousy?!" Harua smiled bitterly, you didn't realize his face was very tired right now. But, because of your anger, you certainly wouldn't care.

"This isn't just my jealousy. You can't keep your promise, Shigeta Harua!"

"You know, I'm sick of hearing you always say that you'll talk to your parents about our relationship. But you never do, even to this point." — You

"You think it's easy? You think I haven't tried all this time? Shut your mouth if you don't know anything!" — Harua

"You didn't try, but you acted cowardly," Harua glared angrily, he stood up from his sitting position on the single sofa, his fists clenched tightly.

"If I were a coward, I wouldn't have taken the risk of dating you," he would explode, blurting out words he shouldn't have. But you didn't realize that yet. You and he are both still emotional. Your emotions will still explode equally.

"Why? Is it because you are just a coward who can't maintain a serious relationship?" — You

"No, because I dared to date the daughter of my father's servant," You felt like you wanted to slump when he said that, your family's pride, including your father's, felt like it was kicked into one lump. Your father and his father are business partners, your father is not his father's servant.

"Typical aristocrats, always feel on top," — You

"What about the New Money? Hoping to be on par with the aristocrats? Your class and mine are even different. It turns out that what some people say is true, even though they are very rich, the New Money people will not be able to be equal to aristocrats. It took about 50 years to be on par with the Aristocrats," You clenched your fists, your emotions like an egg on the tip of a horn. You smiled bitterly, giving him a glare that was both glaring and mocking. Your heart aches? Oh of course, he started glorifying his family's aristocratic status to bring you down.

"Do you think Old Money is that clean? Most of them are also very greedy. Using their children for their ambitions until their children grow up to be jerks like you," Harua glared, of course he would be angry. His parents never taught him to be a bad person even though they were strict.

"Like your parents. Your family's wealth is abundant, but they are still not satisfied. Maybe they control the media so that you and Haneul are like a perfect couple. Your parents want a place in politics. You don't realize, your parents are greedy, very greedy. Always wanting abnormal perfection, yes like their attitude, abnormal and stupid. So they have a loser son. The dumbest combo ever," You said some pretty harsh words, oh really harsh ones to be exact. Cornering him with insults. How to defend yourself because he also glorifies his status.

Silence... No one said a word.

But, a few seconds later...

"YOU IDIOT GIRL! HOW DARE YOU!" Harua walked quickly towards you, as if he wanted to attack you. Making you scream in shock.

Harua grabbed your neck tightly and pushed you hard against the wall until your head hit it hard. You could feel the anger exploding from him, his face was red, and his eyes were completely blazing.

"Who do you think you are?! My parents love you so much but you insult them, you know how they are behind their backs, trash? My father helped your father to raise his poor company, his stupid company that was difficult to raise. One of the people who can make you live so full of money is my father, without my father maybe your parents would be living in a trash place! Don't forget the fact that the one you call greedy is the one who helped RAISE your fucking family. The family that gave birth to a damn bitch like you who doesn't know what gratitude is. A family that almost became part of the sewer rats," His anger really triggered him to take his insults to the highest level. Your heart is like being stabbed by a thousand knives, his words are piercing. But you realize, this is all because you were the one who insulted him first, triggering his anger when he actually just needed to sleep. He's just tired...

You also felt your breath hitch, oh of course. He was choking your neck quite hard. He also didn't realize he was 'abusing' you. "Don't forget the fact that you almost lived in a trash can or even became a prostitute without my father's help. You would only be in poverty without my father, you shameless bitch!"

"Ha-Ha-Harua let go-Heghhh!" You struggled to speak trying to catch your breath and push him away, the air slowly not seeming to enter your lungs. The strangulation factor was also strong because it was triggered by his emotions which were still exploding.

Tears started to form in your eyes, your hands trying to push him away, it was painful and could kill you from suffocation.

"H-Harua s-s-sorry, please," He still doesn't hear you, his ears are even deaf for a moment because his anger has not subsided.

With the rest of your strength, you step hard on his bare feet with the high heels you are wearing, automatically he screams in pain and releases his grip. You immediately pushed him away from you, he hit the small table beside the sofa so hard that the small lamp there fell to the floor and broke.

You immediately fell down, gulping as much air as possible after almost losing your breath. A cough that can make your chest hurt. Your neck was red, very bad. Not long after that, you immediately cried hysterically. Pour out your painful emotions.

And that's when Harua realized what he had just done. He didn't wince, his head immediately turned towards you in a 'pathetic' state. A condition he had never seen in the dozens of years he had known you. His body was shaking so hard seeing you like that, he almost killed you.

"If you want to kill me, throw me out of the balcony! Don't torture me before I die, you stupid bastard!" You screamed at him, tears already wetting your clothes.

Just because he doesn't want to understand your condition, he hurts you or even almost kills you. He insults you, belittles you because of his tiredness. "Y/N," his body was so weak from what he had done to you.

"Angel-"

"Don't come near me, you damn dick!" You snapped at him harshly as he stood up and started walking towards you. Harua stopped in his tracks, he was already crying. He messed up your feelings, even your body.

"Angel-"

"I'm not your fucking angel, Shigeta Harua! I'm a shameless bitch!" Crushed. His words had backfired on him. A painful boomerang. "I'm a lucky, ungrateful bitch who's dating an aristocrat."

"Angel no, please. For God's sake don't say that. You can hit me, but please don't say that. You're not like that, I'm the jerk here. You're not at fault here. You're not a shameless bitch," Harua cried, he hated it when you repeated the harsh words he said to you.

"You can do whatever you want, Angel. Don't say those words. Please forgive me,"

• Taki •

(Prospective Cadets!Taki x General daughter!reader)

"How could you fail the second year entrance exam?” You stare at Taki's Imperial Japanese Military Academy entrance exam results paper stating that he failed to become a cadet there. This was the second year he had tried this test, but failed for the second time.

"I don't know, maybe because I lost to the sons of high-ranking military officials," Taki smiled bitterly. I don't know why he could think like that.

"Maybe it's not your time yet, Taki. There will come a time when you can achieve it all. Many children of high-ranking military officers also failed, not all of them will pass even though they use their father's background," You rubbed Taki's shoulder, giving him words of comfort while 'refuting' that not all children of high-ranking officers entered the military easily.

But Taki was fed up, he felt like he was being pushed around by those who prioritized a child born into a high-ranking family, and that wasn't fair. Even Taki feels that there are people who are less fortunate than him, but those people can get into the things they want because of the privileges they have.

"You said that because you are the daughter of a General, Y/N. You have many privileges that can definitely make it easy for you to get what I want. You can hold power, just ask your father, and you will get it. Unlike me," Your expression immediately changed, annoyed? Oh of course, he said that as if your life didn't have such a heavy trial too.

"You blame the lucky kids who can achieve their dreams just because you failed? You should introspect why you failed, not blame those who can achieve what they want.You may fail because you may also have problems," Taki snatched the paper from your hand, made it into a ball and threw it. He crouched in front of you, giving you an angry look.

"Getting what they want but by cheating, pushing behind someone who has greater and better potential, using their money to buy a place. A place that should be owned by the right people," — Taki.

"Privilege doesn't mean they cheat, you know since childhood they have also been trained to be perfect, if they can get that place, it means they are perfect. If you fail, there are two possibilities. You are not perfect, or you cannot shine yet." — You.

"You say that because you were born a privileged child. Of course you will hide the cheating that your 'friends' do, because you must have done it too," Your heart sank, he was sad and upset because he failed in his second year, but why did he take it out on you? What did you do wrong?

"You better fix your stupid self, don't keep blaming others, Riki," you called his real name, giving him a bitter smile.

"I'm not stupid, just pushed around by privileged spoiled brats in a dirty way. I can't imagine if I married a spoiled brat, it would only cause me trouble," he didn't say it directly to you, but you immediately knew who he was referring to as Spoiled Brat. Yourself.

"You know, since I first met you, I envied your life. No pressure, complete parents, and no need to force a smile to the media or people. I wish I could be like you. I always wished I wasn't born as a general's daughter, didn't hear the fact that my mother died because she was killed by my father's rival. If my father wasn't a General, my mother would still be there. That privilege, I'd rather be pushed back by others than have that privilege. That way, I won't lose my mother," Your tone of voice is still normal, nothing has changed. But drop by drop, your tears start to flow.

"I'm not an annoying spoiled brat, I never use my father's name to get what I want. Because I know, if I continue to use privilege, I will not be able to be independent," Taki was silent, he didn't say anything. He just realized, he made a mistake. Taking out his anger on you.

"Sorry if I made a mistake with my words, Taki," You actually apologized to him first for your words that a few moments ago could have hurt him without you realizing it. In fact, you were also hurt by his words.

He messed everything up, unknowingly hurting you. The girl who always supported him and always accepted him no matter what. But, he hurt you just because he was annoyed at always failing to achieve what he wanted.

• Maki •

"You know, that necklace was a gift from my late mother! Why did you give it away so easily!" You flinch when he snaps at you harshly. Maki lent you a necklace that belonged to his late mother. Before his mother left, she said she wanted the necklace to be given to her future daughter-in-law. He had entrusted the necklace to you, but you lost it.

The necklace was very precious to Maki, because it was his mother's favorite item. Maki always guarded it carefully.

"I'm sorry, Maki," you were almost crying and shaking, seeing her like this must have scared you. Maki was really this angry. It's like he wants to eat you alive. "What did you say? Sorry? Your apology will be useless if the necklace my mother left me doesn't return to me! I want that necklace back!" He gripped your upper arm tightly, making you wince in pain.

"I want that necklace back, do you fucking understand?!" —Maki

"I will replace it with a new one, with the exact same design," — You

"No, I want my mother's original necklace, not an exact replica. Give me back the necklace or I'll end this relationship, Y/N. We're done if you can't get the necklace back," You glared as he threatened to end your relationship if you couldn't bring back his mother's necklace that you said had been lost somewhere.

Maki released his grip and walked out of your house, but you immediately pulled his hand back. "I admit I was wrong and I can't return your mother's necklace, but I don't want it to end, Maki," You sobbed, gripping his arm tightly, you were afraid of losing him forever because of this. Maki smiled bitterly, looking at you with hurt.

"So return the necklace to me, Y/N. If you can't, then goodbye, I don't want to see your face again," Maki pushed you quite roughly, he didn't realize that he was taking out his anger too much, not thinking about what he had just said.

"Well if you really want it to end, because I won't be able to return the necklace. The necklace is in the hands of the robber," Maki stopped in his tracks when he heard your slightly choked words. Robber?

"If I hurt you, I apologize for not being able to look after your late mother's belongings. Because actually I didn't lose it because I was careless, last night I was robbed on the street and threatened, Maki," His jaw dropped when he heard what you said, the water bottle he was holding fell to the floor. His girl was robbed. At night, and he couldn't help.

You lowered your head, clenching your palms as you told the real reason why his mother's necklace was lost in your hands. It was because you were robbed. "Not only your mother's necklace, my cellphone, wallet, and bag were also taken by them. They threatened to kill me if I reported this to anyone else. I was so scared, they also pointed a gun at me," If Maki couldn't support his own body, he would definitely collapse to the floor. His girl almost lost her life last night, but he just made her feel even more hurt. That night, Maki could lose the woman he loves for the second time.

"By God, if I could save your mother's necklace, I would rather give up my belongings than cause you pain." You sobbed even harder, guilt filling you.

Maki realized that he hurt you, even after you had an incident. You should have been hugged and asked nicely why the necklace was missing. Maki couldn't even see when you were 'lying' you were shaking so much. Because he was already filled with a furious anger.

Suddenly, you felt a warm hug come to you. Maki hugged you tightly with tears that were no less tight than yours. "Screw that necklace, my mom would kill me if she were still alive for seeing me treat you like this, Y/N. Oh my gosh, up there he must have swore at me," He hugged your body tightly, he trembled violently imagining what it would be like if what he was hugging was your lifeless body.

He hurt you after you almost lost your life, he even threatened you by leaving you if you couldn't bring back his mother's necklace.

#&team imagines #&team #&team harua #&team taki #&team maki #&team angst #&team fluff #&team fanfic #&team au #&team scenarios #&team reactions #&team drabbles #&team fics #&team headcanons #&team x reader #kpop imagines #kpop angst #jpop idol #&team smut

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writingpei · 2 years ago

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wicked games - lee minho

pairing: lee minho x f!reader genre: academic rivals to lovers cw: curse words, parental abuse and neglect, unhealthy relationship with studying, bullying, minho is a dick sometimes summary: park y/n thinks lee minho is an idiot (regardless of how many 100% scores he scored on countless tests, how many of his papers were praised by professors, and how many ugly academic olympic trophies he won), but she can't quite remember who she was before he came along to be the bane of her fucking existence. when the two go head-to-head for a scholarship to her dream college, all hell breaks loose at haneul high school. ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

￫ chapter one: destiny works in mysterious ways (wc: 4.3k)

↳ eventful timeline of terror that marked unpleasant but fundamental moments for the comprehension of the relationship between y/n and minho, its apex in the current moment in which the story takes place, the unpredictable senior year of high school

￫ chapter two: off to the races (wc: 3k)

↳ the proposal of a scholarship won through a competition is rubbed in the students' faces by the school and park y/n and lee minho can't be expected not to fly at each other's throats in the process of trying to win over one another

￫ chapter three: hit you harder (wc: 4.5k)

↳ being forced to pair up with minho in the chem lab makes for an unpleasant start to y/n's morning, but the strange blonde boy who awaits her at his knees at the end of the class makes an interesting turn of events

￫ chapter four: rumour has it (wc: 4k)

↳ rumors between y/n and hyunjin fly loose through the halls of haneul high school, and when they reach minho's ears, who knows what it might do to him

￫ chapter five: roses are fine, but i like the harder stuff (wc: 3.2k)

↳ how could minho prefer anything his money could buy over the blind hatred she felt for him?

￫ chapter six: color me green (wc: 2.6k)

↳ when school's valentine's day arrives, very little can spoil minho's good mood, especially when he finally finds out who the hwang hyunjin guy is… not that he cares anyway

￫ chapter seven: action and reaction (wc: 2.1k)

↳ when the stars start to drip from the sky, minho sees himself having to do the thing he hates the most in the world: go home

￫ chapter eight: i'll be your mirror (wc: 2.6k)

↳ triggered by the weight of his home, minho runs to the one who is always there for him; a deep dive into the friendship between him and yongbok

￫ chapter nine: welcome to the jungle (wc: 2.7k)

↳ the running for school's student council president is happening, which can only mean one thing... they want to kill each other (again)

￫ chapter ten: detention (wc: 2k)

↳ minho did something bad, but his name not being said on stage and the round of applause not being meant for him makes it all worth it

￫ chapter eleven: savior complex (wc: 2.4k)

↳ "the way to hell is paved with good intentions", but does that saying extend to the complexion of hwang hyunjin or does it stop only for him?

￫ chapter twelve: i'm looking through you (wc: 2.5k)

↳ yongbok started to plant a seed inside minho's head to try and make him realize what his feelings really mean, but he's almost figuring it out on his own

￫ chapter thirteen: feels like we only go backwards (wc: 3.5k)

↳ the hostility between minho and y/n is too much to bear even by the people around them, that’s why throwing them in a small room and locking them up together seemed like a good idea at a first glance

￫ chapter fourteen: i still don’t know where everything went (wc: 5.2k)

↳ something is going on inside minho but he can’t quite put his finger on it. the school’s basketball game, however, can only make his confusion worse

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liquidsmooth · 7 months ago

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omg first anon!! I've been obsessed with kiof was so excited to see someone who writes them!!

maybe you could do an ot4 thing of your general thoughts about them as girlfriends :0

- claiming 🦈 anon !

welcome 🦈!!

i just posted it here! i hope u enjoy🩷🩷

i just started getting into kiof so im not all too familiar w them yet but i tried LOL

#⋆｡°✩liquidsmooth #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ quinn talks #𐙚⊹₊⋆☆🦈anon #kiof x reader #won haneul x reader #han julie x reader #shim belle x reader #anatchaya natty x reader

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scrrra · 1 year ago

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A+ for Effort! ☆ 김규빈 SERIES

— 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 SYNOPSIS ／

As one of the student managers of the boys volleyball team, it is your job to make sure that all the members are able to balance sports and studies well! It's not your fault that one of the star players has slacking grades due to sleeping in class, but oh boy does coach say it's you who has to make sure he doesn't get kicked off the team!

GENRE ✳︎ highschool au, friends to lovers, fluff, minor angst, oblivious x oblivious ! PAIRING ✳︎ vb player gyuvin ♡ manager gn! reader ! FEATURING ✳︎ zb1 maknae line, kum junhyeon, kim woonhak, won haneul, yang jungwon ! WARNINGS ✳︎ profanity, kys jokes, bad humour, painful pining ! NOTES ✳︎ irregular updates, this is all fiction, ignore timestamps unless stated, mix of smau & written chaps !

STATUS starting soon ★ TAGLIST open (send an ask!)

PROFILES ／ the ballers ★ three musketeers

— 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 CHAPTERS ／

001 ★ GO TEAM !

002 ★ MID CLASS NAPS !

more to come!

TAGLIST (open) ★ @wonielover @i-yeseo @jiawji @shentlngz @xinxinyy @j1nniee @dimplewonie @andsjun @keilovr @iactaid

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makeitmingi · 1 year ago

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 46]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

After meeting with CEO Kim and the legal team at KQ, then going to th police station to give your statement, you entered your apartment with an exhausted sigh. You were tired and drained, you couldn't even unpack your luggage.

'I'll work from home for the next 3 days. - Indigo'

'I think that's a good idea. You should really rest, Indigo. You were working even when we were there. There's no need to rush back to work. - Eden'

You were grateful that Eden was there with you the entire time through everything today, supporting you and accompanying you since none of the Ateez boys were there. He truly cared for you, not just as a senior but as a friend as well.

'I'm home. Going to sleep after to take the day off just like I promised. - Baby'

You sent Mingi a text and left your phone to go shower since you wanted to sleep. Leaning against the wall of the shower, you thought about the events of the day.

Maybe you didn't want to sleep. After your shower, you unpacked your bags and unpacked the miscellaneous boxes from your move.

'We're having a short break now. I already miss you, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well, baby. - Mings'

Getting changed into a fresh set of outing clothes, you check the train schedule on your phone before leaving the house. You've never taken this train to late before but you knew your heart needed it.

"One ticket, please." You went to the counter.

"Good evening, ahjumma." You greeted as you walked up the steps to the orphanage. She cast you a glance but gave an acknowledging nod. Digging around your bag, you took the envelope of money out and handed it to her. As she looked at the contents, you walked past her and headed inside.

"There's extra dinner in the kitchen." You heard her say as you removed your shoes to go in. Some children were watching a movie on the large projector but Haneul wasn't there.

"Hey there. Do you know where Haneul is?" You asked one of the older looking children.

"Her room." He replied. You went upstairs, leaning against the door as you saw Haneul on her bed, drawing with her crayons.

"Baby." You called out.

"Unnie!" Haneul yelled and jumped off the bed, running towards you. You scooped her up in your arms, spinning around while she laughed. You needed this, you needed to see her.

"You're home. I missed you." She giggled as you set her back down. You hugged her properly.

"I missed you too, baby. So much." You whispered. Haneul was a constant in your life, your touch of normalcy. With everything happening, the threats keeping you away from her, you felt yourself losing that normalcy.

"Did you buy me any presents?" Haneul asked. You pulled away, placing a hand on her head. Of course, she was only a kid, all she thought about were gifts.

"I got you this." You got the stuffed giraffe out for her.

"This is like princess oppa!" She giggled, hugging the giraffe to her chest. You forgot she called Mingi 'big princess'.

"I miss princess oppa and bear oppa." She pouted, shoulders deflating as she remembered the boys. You smiled softly and reached out to stroke her hair.

"He misses you too. All the oppas do." You comforted.

You sat on Haneul's small bed with her perched in your lap. You listened intently as she excitedly showed you all the drawings that she did, including the ones that she wanted to give to boys when she saw them again. She also told you all the things that she has been doing in school.

"You won first place?! That's my girl!" You smiled excitedly as she showed you the ribbon she won during her school's sports meet. Your praise only made her smile grow.

"I want to show oppas!" She jumped up and down.

"You do? I'm sure they will be happy." The time difference wasn't major so you texted the boys if they were available for a quick video call with her.

'For the little bear, we are always available. - Jongho'

'Aww look at the maknae. The kiddo's got you wrapped around her finger. - Wooyoung'

'As if you aren't a sucker for her. - Jongho'

You dialled Jongho's number and it only took a few rings for him to pick up. All the boys tried to squeeze close to him to see the screen but Jongho, not one for skinship, squirmed uncomfortably. He pushed them away.

"But I can't see!" San whined. You sighed and handed the phone to Haneul. She waved shyly to them.

"I won a ribbon! Because... I ran very super fast!" She excitedly showed them.

"WOWWWWW!" The chorus of loud awes and praises were heard on the other end. You couldn't help but laugh as Haneul soaked up all the love from the 8 boys.

"That's amazing! What a pretty ribbon." Yeosang had his face right in front to see the ribbon properly.

"Good job, little bear. I'll give you a prize when I get back to Korea." Jongho promised. Haneul's eyes lit up as she looked at you.

"Jongho, you don't have to..."

"I know I don't have to. But I want to, Indigo. She deserves a present for doing well." Jongho chuckled. You prompted Haneul to say thank you to him.

"Yay, present! Thank you, bear oppa! I love you the most!" Haneul opened pandora's box with that one innocent statement. Because the other 7 protested loudly, all competitively trying to offer presents and bribes to the 5 year old. You face palmed, shaking your head as they tried to be the one Haneul loves the most.

"Okay, I'm taking this back. You're all being too loud, you're scaring the poor girl." You frowned, scolding them. Haneul curiously peeked over the top of the screen before crawling back into your lap.

"We're both princesses right? So we're best friends." Mingi was still trying despite what you said.

"Look who suddenly likes the princess nickname." You rolled your eyes. Yunho snickered, he was the originator after all.

"I love all the oppas." She scratched her head.

"You can love whoever you want, baby. If you want to love bear oppa the most, you can too. Or you can not love any of them." You told her, kissing her temple.

"Hey!"

"Don't encourage her!" More protests came from the boys after hearing what you said. Since you selfishly wanted to spend more time with Haneul before bed time, you hung up with the boys, promising Mingi to call him later.

"But I can't go home with you today?" Haneul pouted as she held onto your sleeve.

"I'm sorry, baby. Not today. Soon, I promise." You shook your head.

"Okay but next time, can we stay with the oppas?" She asked hopefully. It made you soft seeing how much Haneul really adored being with the boys.

"Only if they're not busy." You lightly pinched her cheek. She nodded and pinky promised with you.

"Let's sit together before I go, alright?" You held your hand out. She slipped her hand into yours and followed you out.

You didn't want to leave her just yet so while the other kids were put to bed, you sat in the kitchen with Haneul in your lap as you ate the food that ahjumma left you for dinner. Haneul was more than willing to stay up with you. She hugged the stuffed giraffe, deciding to name it 'Mingming', named after Mingi.

"Are you hungry? Want some?" You held a spoon out to Haneul. She shook her head. You wanted to eat slowly but you knew ahjumma was waiting for you to leave to lock up the place.

"I already brushed my teeth." She said, frowning slightly as she focused on fiddling with Mingming.

"As you should." You patted her head.

"I'm full." You moved Haneul off your lap as you gathered the dishes and brought them to the sink to wash. As you washed the dishes, you felt Haneul lean against your leg.

"You need something, baby?" You stopped to look down at her.

"No, I just want to be with you." She replied, kicking her feet around. You hummed and finished doing the dishes, putting them on the drying rack.

"I'll tuck you in before I go." You said to Haneul. She pouted, unhappy that you were leaving. But she didn't say anything, obediently holding your hand as you walked back upstairs with her. You tucked her under the covers, making sure she was hugging her toys.

"I love you so much." You whispered and kissed your forehead. She held onto your hand.

"Please don't go..." She said sadly.

"I'll take you home with me soon, hmm? I promise. But I'll be here until you fall asleep." You gave her another kiss. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you patted her back.

You watched Haneul try to fight off the sleep but she was too tired, eventually falling asleep.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you more than you know." You said softly. Casting her one last glance, you left the orphanage.

"Sorry for keeping you up, ahjumma. I'll be on my way now, goodnight." You bowed to the lady who was watching television. Quickly, you wore your shoes and left.

"It's never been this hard..." You sighed and looked up to stop your tears from falling. Taking a deep breath, you wore your mask and pulled your hoodie up before making your way to the train station to take the late night train home. You listened to music to try and distract yourself.

'Hey, Indigo. Are you free to talk now? - Jongho'

'Jongho. Yes, I am. I'm on the train, coming back from Haneul... Honestly, I could use the distraction. - Indigo'

'Are you alright? - Jongho'

'I am, don't worry. Today just felt a little harder leaving her than usual. I guess I haven't seen her in such a long time that I wished I had more time to spend with her. - Indigo'

'I understand, that's normal. It's harder that you can't bring her to stay with you like you usually do. - Jongho'

'It is all for her safety. I'd rather her be angry with me than to selfishly put her in harm's way. - Indigo'

'Speaking of, I wanted to ask how the progress of the meeting with the authorities and the KQ legal team went. If you don't mind me asking. - Jongho'

'I don't mind at all. So I went to KQ first, I met with them and the CEO, they walked me through the process. Pressing charges for assault and harrassment against Seyoon. Just in case Seyoon wants to take the case to court and fight it, what the plan is. - Indigo'

'Alright. - Jongho'

'And I'll have to be there is Seyoon decides to press charges against Mingi for assault too. After that, Eden followed me to the police station to give my statement. - Indigo'

'I don't mean to scare you, Indigo. But... do you think Seyoon has to do with the threats you've been receiving? - Jongho'

'I... I never thought about that. - Indigo'

'It's just a speculation. Since he tried de-masking you. Did he make any pass or mention being suspicious about you and Mingi hyung at all? - Jongho'

'No. Yes, de-masking me was one thing. But he seemed like he was just a bad case of toxic narcissim in the way he wanted me to accept his apology and then apologise to him. - Indigo'

'I see. Let's hope this was an isolated incident then. I'm glad that you agreed to pressing charges against Seyoon and that he is rightfully dealt with by the authorities. But at the same time, that means the person sending death threats is still out there and they are working in our company. - Jongho'

'I'll be okay, Jongho. - Indigo'

'I hate this. It feels like we're sitting around and waiting for things to worsen before we're able to take action. - Jongho'

'This is your safety at stake. I'm sure Seonghwa hyung feels the same way as me. - Jongho'

'But we don't exactly have a choice, I barely know the KQ staff enough to suspect anyone. There haven't been any clues that point to a particular person. - Indigo'

'That's true. We'll discuss this more when we get back. Have a safe trip home. And let us know when you arrive home. - Jongho'

'I will. Thanks, Jongho. - Indigo'

Thankfully, the online back and forth between you and Jongho took up most of the long train ride. From the train station, you took a short bus ride back home. Since you had dinner, you didn't need to try and find an open restaurant to get food.

'I'm finally home. You've all worked hard with the last day of filming. Sleep early and have a safe flight tomorrow, boys. I'll see you guys at the office building. - Indigo'

'Thank you! ^^ - Yunho'

'I miss my bed, this hotel bed isn't good. I think I'll sleep for 2 days when I get home. - Yeosang'

'Yes, we've all worked hard. I love filming and performing but I can't wait to see you again tomorrow. I miss you too much :( - Wooyoung'

'Hey, that's for me to say to her. - Mings'

You chuckled as you went to take a quick shower and do another load of laundry from the trip. After your shower, you sat at your work desk. You wondered if you should call Mingi, he might be packing or asleep since their flight home was rather early. But your question was answered when Mingi called you.

"Hi, baby." Mingi smiled. You propped the phone up in the small phone stand Seonghwa got you. You smiled softly, waving to him. Looks like he also just got out of the shower.

"Are you all packed?" You asked, eyes going between Mingi's face and your monitor screen.

"Mhmm, more or less... It's late, baby. You've had a long day and you're still working?" Mingi raised an eyebrow.

"I couldn't sleep so I thought I might as well catch up on some work. Plus with everything that's going on, work takes my mind off things." You shrugged.

"Alright. But try to get some sleep later, please?" Mingi

"I will. You should sleep too, you have an early flight, Mings." You chuckled. He let out a loud groan.

"Ugh... Nevermind, I'll sleep on the plane. I'd rather stay up to talk to you." He grabbed a pillow to prop the phone up as he got comfortable under the covers. You chewed on your bottom lip, you wanted to be there with Mingi now, warm under the covers.

"I wish you were here, Mings." You sighed.

"I wish I was there with you too, baby. But we'll see each other soon. And we live in the same building so it'll be easier for me to go to you." He chuckled.

"Do you feel better seeing Haneul?" He asked.

"I did. I think I've been away from her for too long... It was nice to just spend time with her again, even if it was for a short amount of time." You smiled at the thought of Haneul.

"That's good. You've been working so hard, baby. I'm glad you have Haneul there to make you feel better." Mingi smiled.

"I have you and Haneul. And the other Ateez boys too." You smiled softly.

"That's right, baby. We'll all always be here. You're never alone." Mingi said. He didn't notice how your smile faltered slightly as you were looking up at your computer screen. After chatting with Mingi, you hung up, wanting him to get some sleep before the flight. Of course he refused.

"I told you I can sleep on the plane. I want to talk to you and spend time with you now." Mingi argued.

"But you still have to look somewhat awake when all the media take pictures and videos of you, Mings. I'll see you tomorrow when you come home." You chuckled.

"I like the sound of that." He grinned. You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

'Wherever you are, that's my home." He explained.

"Cheeseball." You rolled your eyes. Mingi laughed and leaned forward, as if giving you a kiss. You smiled softly, really wishing he was here to give you a real one.

"Promise me you'll go to sleep in a bit?" He gave you a look. You nodded, holding your pinky up as a pinky promise to him.

"I love you, baby. Goodnight." With a triumphant smile, Mingi bid you goodbye and hung up.

You continued working after that, only stopping when you were done with a section of beat. But you did want to stick to your promise with Mingi and sleep so you got up and turned the system off. When you left your studio to make yourself a coffee, you saw the sun rising.

"Sunrise already?" You scratched your head before checking the time on your phone. When you work, you really do lose track of time. You made a coffee and brought it to your bedroom.

It was around 10 am when your doorbell rang. It was unusual since no one really comes to visit you without you knowing.

"Coming." You yawned, going to the door. You checked the peephole and grew surprised.

"Omonim! What brings you here? Let me help you." You scrambled to help Mingi's mother carry some of her bags into your house. She had 3 big bags with her.

"Sorry for popping by out of the blue. Were you sleeping?" She asked.

"Just snoozing." You lied. You went to grab a hair tie from your room to put your hair up into a bun. Mrs Song began unpacking the bags that she had brought, it was all food items.

"I'll be sure to hand them over to Mingi when he comes home." You bowed gratefully.

"Hand them to Mingi? Silly girl, these are for you! I know you've been busy with moving and work so these food should just make sure that you don't go hungry. All you have to do is heat it up. I'm restocking your kimchi and side dishes stash too." She chuckled. You helped her put the cold stuff into the fridge.

"Really? Thank you so much for doing this, omonim. You didn't need to." You bowed repeatedly, not expecting her to do this for you at all. You were touched.

"I know but I wanted to. We're family, (y/n) ah." She smiled softly. You wrapped your arms around her to hug her tightly.

"I'll put these away. In the mean time, can I get you a coffee? Tea?" You offered.

"Coffee would do." She said. You nodded and brewed her a coffee. She sat on the bar stool with her coffee, watching you put all the food she brought into the fridge, ensuring things were neat and tidy.

"It's nice to talk like this without Mingi hovering over your shoulder. The way he sticks to you remind me of how he used to stick to me." She giggled.

"He's protective. And I'm thankful that he cares more about me than I do of my own self." You chuckled.

"We all care about you, (y/n) ah." She reached over to hold your hand.

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mioyeo · 2 years ago

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8 makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , depression , crying , yelling , break downs, slapping , secrets being revealed, influential parents , threatening , talks of suicide, arguing , overworking, please tell me if I forget something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez or their families in any type of way

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Word count : 1,5k

San’s backstory

Evening sky deepened into blue and purple as the wind swayed together with the leaves leaving a calm but breezy feeling against his skin

He had just finished his night self-learning classes and was on the way home

The thing is San didn't want to go home yet , he never wanted to return home and have to hear his dad's rambling about his business meetings

Or his parents praising his sister for being a top student and winning all sorts of awards

The boy was tired already, not only were his parents pushy but everyone and everything was to much for him to handle

His mental health hasn't been improving like how he wanted too , and it wasn't easier to get it to improve with many people expecting him to follow their commands

Crying at night to relieve stress wasn't a thing anymore , after being giving a lecture of how he didn't have the right to cry if everything is being provided to him without hesitation by his parents

Never understood why crying and feeling down was basically taboo in his household , he admitted to being weak sometimes but in the eyes of others it was seen as unacceptable

You can't always expect someone to be always on their best , there a good days just as there are bad days

It's been a long time he's been depressed, nobody knew but himself about his condition

He even had a therapist that he had sessions with secretly behind his parents backs

They'd faint if they found out that their so perfect son was crumbling onto pieces each day , having unpleasant thoughts he didn't wish to have

Grabbing the keys he unlocked the front door seeing everyone at the dinner table enjoying themselves chitchatting

" Ah San you're home , how was school? "

His mother asked without even looking at him making him feel invisible in his own house

" I-It was alright "

He removed his shoes and made his way toward his room but was stopped

" Your sister won a award today for the math championship that was held at your school why didn't you participate? "

Unpleasant stares fixed themselves on him

" It was for the advanced class and I'm not advanced in the math area "

" You should've tried, your sister always gets awards for things while your useless sel-"

" Honey , let him be "

San's dad scoffed as he set his utensils down

" How his he going to take care of the family business if he's useless ?! "

" But he's still just a kid honey "

His mom tried calming down her husband that grew angrier the more he looked at his son

" Haneul started since she was little ! There is no exception for him ! "

The boy teared up as he stood there in his uniform listening as his dad badmouthed him

" I-I'm sorry , but I don't want to be like her , all she does is study all the time and it's tiring "

" How will you get successful one day if you don’t work for it ?”

A loud banging against the table was heard

" I want to be able to enjoy my own life and not be bossed around like Haneul "

He teared up looking into his moms eyes who looked away

" I didn't raise you to do some silly job , you will never archive something in life that way ! "

A glass got thrown towards San making him dodge it in shock

" Honey ! Stop this nonsense "

"Dad , leave him alone he'll study I'll help him "

Haneul stuttered rushing towards her brother that clutched his shirt crying

" He's a disgrace! how will I ever trust yo-"

" I don't want to be fucking trusted with something I don't even want to do Dad ! I can't take it anymore seeing your face every day and having to hear this bullshit you call discipline!"

San yelled cutting off his Dad that widened his eyes since he never expected him to yell

" I'm fucking tired of you Dad , I'm depressed and your not helping my mental health the slightest! all you talk about is your dumb ass business that Haneul doesn't even want to take over as well ! Your egoism is making me sick "

" Look how your talking to me boy ! "

" I won't ! , I'm tired I wish I could've jumped from that building that night but I'm weak like you said I'm that dumb useless child right ? "

Tears burned the boys eyes as his Dad stood up angrily

" But do you know who's the useless one between us Dad ? It's you your weak an- "

" I told you to watch the way your speaking to me boy I'm your Dad ! "

His dad charged towards him landing a hard slap across his face

" Dad ? do you call yourself that ? "

San held his throbbing cheek chuckling

" You're just a sad nobody that takes out his anger on his children because they don't seem to keep up with his stupid morals and standards! "

His sister sobbed silently as her mom looked at her

" You make me sick ! Don't you see that everyone else here is tired of you ? Especially mom and haneul who have been keeping up to you like hungry dogs "

" San honey let's stop ok ? "

His mom tried calming him down but was brushed off him

" I don't want to play the little obedient boy anymore I'm done with this game "

" You must have been out of your mind "

" Yeah I'm out of my mind , I'm mentally unstable because of the type of a Dad I have "

The boy laughed and clapped his hands

" I wish I could've jumped that day and give your little business buddies a show on your birthday , how would the news be I ask myself "

" San stop it please "

" The Son of Choi enterprise jumps from roof because of his Dad , doesn't that sound amazing ? "

" Choi San I'm warning you "

" Maybe I'll jump today to ease your pockets about my education since I'm such a failure right ? "

His Dad grabbed him forcefully and shook him

" Honey let him go ! "

His mom teared up while his sister stood up and grabbed San

" Why are you doing this ! I told you I'd handle Dad so you can get out of this "

“ You didn’t handle anything, you just sat there and watched me crumble in his hands "

A harsh slap was landed on his face making everyone look at her as she cried uncontrollably

" Enough San , you will go get help I'm tired to clean after your mess I have my own issues "

The younger laughed and composed himself

" Oh you mean Dad's rival son you've been sneaking around with ? And that you got k- "

" Don't you dare "

She looked at him in disbelief as he approached her again

" Why don't you tell them that their little princess got knocked up and has been threatening me to keep it a secret huh ? Oops now they know "

" Haneul , what is he talking about ? "

“ Yeah Haneul what am I talking about , want me to show them ? ”

San scoffed and went upstairs towards his room as she yelled after him

“ Why are you doing this to me ? ”

“ What is going on here ?! "

Their Dad entered San’s room looking at him as he retrieved a box from his closet before dumping everything on the floor

“ As you guys can see with the both healthy eyes you guys have , Haneul is pregnant "

“ Tell me this is not true ”

His mother trembled in disbelief as she eyed the tests , sonograms and baby shoes on the floor

“ Not only that but when you guys went on business trips , she used to drug me so I could sleep while she threw a huge ass party here at home "

Haneul clenched her teeth as angry tears left her eyes

“ Is it true ? Is what San is saying true ! ”

“ N-No Dad he’s just making bad jokes , tell him it’s not true San ”

She approached the younger as she pleaded with her eyes for him to reconsider

“ You know I’m tired of repeating the same cycle everyday, I’m tired off feeling empty every single time and moment , I just want to be away from you guys a hot minute without having to worry about anything other than myself ”

Everyone looked at him as he pulled up his shirt showing bruises

“ This is what is been done to me because I’m weak , lock me up somewhere or put me in a mental hospital for all I care I just want to be away from you guys I’m tired I can’t anymore "

He fell to his knees begging

“ Please I’m begging you mom "

Mr Choi looked around in disbelief as he clenched his jaw before pointing at his son

“ I’m telling you this , if I put you in a mental hospital you will never be seen as my son again do you understand ? don’t talk to me , don’t even call me the word dad anymore because I didn’t raise a wimpy child in my house mark my words "

His mom teared up following after her husband that shed tears of frustration

“ I despise you , I hope you rot in there ”

Haneul slammed his door leaving him all alone to himself again , but this time with no one to lean on

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ao3feed-ateez · 4 months ago

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You and I

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/LRAuQyv by MugiwaraPirate0 You and Yunho used to be friends but after a fight the two of you never spoke to each other ever again. Pursuing the dream to become actors. Ending up working together you have to pretend to love your co star in front of cameras. Words: 186, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of SMAU Stories (Kpop Ver.) Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Julie Han, Natty Anatchaya Suputtipong, Shim Hyewon | Belle, Won Haneul Relationships: Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ) & Reader Additional Tags: SMAU FF, Actress!Reader, Fake/Pretend Relationship, ATEEZ - Freeform, ateez kim hongjoong, Ateez Park Seonghwa, ateez jeong yunho, ateez kang yeosang, ateez choi san, ateez song mingi, ateez jung wooyoung, ateez choi jongho, Kiss of Life, Kiss Of Life Julie, Kiss Of Live Natty, Kiss of Life Belle, Kiss Of Live Haneul, Ateez Jeong Yunho x reader, Ateez Jeong Yunho x actress!reader, Ateez Jeong Yunho x you, Jeong Yunho x reader - Freeform, Jeong Yunho x actress!reader, Jeong Yunho x you - Freeform, yunho x reader - Freeform, Yunho x actress!reader, Yunho x you read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/LRAuQyv

#ao3feed #ateez fic #ateez rpf #ateez fanfic #kpop rpf

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arieswonjin · 4 years ago

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my go-to (barista/cafe au)

pairings: goo jungmo x reader

genre: fluff, enemies(?) to lovers if you squint

summary: dealing with customers has never been your favorite part of being a barista. especially customers like goo jungmo. and now you have to train him to become one? that’s just great.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: none

song inspo: 커피를 마시고 coffee - reprise

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"sir, may i ask if you’re going to order or not? you can step aside first if-"

"wait, wait. how different is the iced latte from the iced caramel latte?" says the man while still looking up at the menu overhead, lips parted, eyes squinted, and hands on the side of his neck, mid-scratch. you tapped the cash register impatiently and took note of how his sharp jaw moved as he scrutinized the menu. was it possible to hate someone at first sight? he was only your first customer of the day yet your blood was already boiling. either finals season was getting to you or this guy had a knack for testing your patience.

you walked to your part-time job every day at the break of dawn just in time for you to see most of the commercial establishments opening. people were going about their own mornings preferring to be undisturbed, you included. earphones in, you savored the few peaceful moments you had to yourself before the chaos of a morning shift.

more often than not, your shifts were totally and utterly uninteresting: you would be prepping ingredients to be used for the rest of the day and office employees or the occasional student running late for a 7 am class would be walking in and out to get their morning fix. there was also a bunch of cleaning left for you. the night-shift employee was simply not thorough enough to distinguish which mop to use for the spills. to this, you did your first of many eye-rolls for the day.

that being said, you weren’t exactly the most patient among your colleagues; however, the laid-back atmosphere this friendly neighborhood cafe had when it was not teeming with customers around the early afternoon almost made you forget about your subtle hatred for human interaction.

but today, as you started your shift at 6 am in the morning with your eyes barely open and a man who has been standing in front of you for more than three minutes, you remembered just why.

"well, sir, obviously, the caramel latte...has caramel." you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the stupid question, whispering the better part of your sentence to mask your tone. but as they all say, the customer is always right. what a nonsensical saying.

"give me a second. i’ll just call a friend to ask what to order here.”

to your distaste, the older male leisurely took his phone out from his brown coat and scrolled through his contacts like he had all the time in the world. oh, if he could only hear your inner thoughts.

“wait-” he flashed you a friendly smile while fumbling with the gadget. “hey, serim-hyung-"

the man flinched, almost too dramatically, when you placed both your palms on the counter with just the right amount of force to shake its contents. he expected to see you fuming but instead saw the softest expression on your face which, frankly, was scarier.

"one caramel latte, hot, with an extra shot of espresso and a pump of dark chocolate for?"

"goo jungmo." he replied, suddenly alert, phone still pressed to his ear. the dull sounds of a confused friend on the other line now went unnoticed.

"...goo jeonmo. coming right up," you punched in the order while holding a fake smile that started to hurt your cheeks and exhaled a breath you didn't know you’ve been holding. breathe, y/n, this will be a fine morning. he’ll be out of here in just a few minutes.

“it's actually goo jung-"

"5,000 won, please." you extended your palm to him without making eye-contact.

jungmo just stared at your hand for a few seconds, still dazed with your outburst. could that even be considered an outburst? how strange. "oh. here." and it just started to sink in that you practically made his order for him.

"hey, i didn't ask for a-" he leaned in to take a peek at the monitor, ready to protest against the sudden turn of events. all he wanted was to get a new kind of morning coffee at this new place before walking to the university, yet it seemed like the way you two met was enough to shake the morning drowsiness out of the both of you.

"it's good. it’s my go-to. consider it a secret special," you said nonchalantly and turned the monitor away from him. you handed him the receipt and gestured him towards the claiming counter. "next customer, please."

jungmo slowly slid to the side as he placed his hands inside his pockets. he just shook his head, trying to wipe away the amused smile he now unconsciously had on his face while thinking about the humor in this encounter.

“oh shoot. sorry, hyung. did i wake you? my bad... but i guess you have to get up now, huh?” he laughed mischievously, getting back to the phone call left unattended a few moments ago. “oh, it was nothing! i’ll tell you about it later. it’s funny, really.”

with a quick glance at your nameplate, he started to think about what other interesting encounters would take place in this cafe in the following mornings. maybe he just found his new pre-class route.

the rest of the week was uneventful to say the least. your encounter with the unrealistically good-looking yet annoyingly slow customer was now far forgotten. as per usual, university kept you busy outside of work.

you’ve always thought your part-time job jived well with your college degree. after all, there’s nothing like the scent and taste of coffee to keep a pre-med student awake in front of their brick-like pathophysiology books. all those extra shots of espresso and doses of dark chocolate are enough to keep your eyes open and your mind running for countless all-nighters.

and that was exactly what you were planning to do tonight. clad in your most comfortable sweater which replaced your coffee-stained apron, a cold drink in hand, you made your way to the haneul university library.

seoul started and ended its day just like any other famous metropolis. jungmo observed this everyday as his feet took him to where he needed to be like it's second nature. but that one wednesday when he broke his routine and entered a new side-street cafe, his morning became unlike any other stroll to the university and he was sure to go back.

for two very unexpected reasons.

first, because he was surprisingly offered a part-time job (a funny coincidence. who would’ve thought the cafe owner was his father’s high school bandmate?) and second, well, because he found himself craving your go-to drink. that genius mix really got to him. and to think that he didn’t even order it himself.

he pondered dropping by the cafe before his first day of barista training tomorrow as he stood up to exit the university library. jungmo just spent most of the evening finishing a 10-page world history paper, his last agenda for the day.

“agh… my back hurts.” he stretched before grabbing his jacket and the last of his things from the study table.

“y/n? the book you were looking for was just returned here,”

jungmo involuntarily snapped his head towards the front desk, reacting to the name called out by the resident librarian. he scratched his neck in confusion as he looked for the source of the voice.

“ah, thank you. i’ll take this,”

so it’s really that y/n from the cafe? he followed you with his eyes as you walked back to the library table that you were occupying alone. jungmo, his mouth frozen in a small ‘o’ at yet another coincidence, might just have a change of evening plans. haneul university was truly full of surprises. and good ones.

“long night?”

you abruptly looked up from the stack of notes you were studying intently, unable to properly respond to jungmo’s small talk. nonetheless, the look of recognition on your face was enough to urge him to continue.

“one caramel latte, with an extra shot of espresso and a pump dark chocolate for y/n. but you seem to be having it iced now?” he looked over at the drink on top of your desk, trying to use his wide smile to start a conversation. it’s how people almost always immediately warmed up to the charming and childlike goo jungmo. he silently hoped you were not an exception, even if he straight up just mocked your lines.

“you study here?” you asked when you recovered from the sudden greeting, if you could even call it that.

“well, obviously, i do.” jungmo mocked you again, all in good fun. he successfully replicated the tone you used with him during your not-so-pleasant cafe encounter.

you sighed in defeat. you really did feel sorry for the way you acted. it was a good thing you still even had your job. “i’m sorry for how i acted that morning. i guess it was the stress getting to me. jeonmo, right?”

“goo jungmo, actually.” he laughed, finally succeeding in correcting the mistaken name at which you just facepalmed in embarrassment. “no worries. i was really slow, wasn’t i?” he scratched the back of his head, a tinge of realization crossing his facial expression. you nodded with pursed lips.

“but hey, at least i got three good things out of that morning in bt cafe.” he casually sat on the chair next to you and pulled up three fingers, counting down while he spoke. “the drink was good, and i got a new job there, and...”

“wait, you’re the new recruit i have to teach?! you know i have to work nights now, right?”

maybe it was the way he sat down beside you so comfortably or how adorably foolish he looked with that habitual scratch to the neck, but holding a casual conversation with this jungmo wasn’t hard at all. the first impressions my 6 am-self created are really unreliable.

“you make it sound so sketchy. it’s a cafe job, not some underground cult.”

you rolled your eyes at his joke and scoffed, internally thanking the heavens for his humor that’s making this sudden interaction so light-hearted. he waved the previous statement off and continued. “turns out bt cafe stands for boys in trouble, my father’s band back in high school.”

“your father is mr. kim’s bandmate?! he talks endlessly about his band phase!”

“shhh!” both of you bowed to the librarian who was peering at you through the shelves on your far-left.

“best bandmate, mind you. it’s the reason why i picked up some guitar skills growing up.” jungmo gets immersed in your now-hushed conversation, making himself lean back on the library chair despite not having any work to do. you did the same, unconsciously leaning in to hear more about your boss.

your pending tasks were left undone for the meantime and you and jungmo were subjected to about three more glares from the librarian that night.

night 1: bt cafe

the training starts.

“coffee beans. they all look the same.” now wearing an apron identical to the one you had, jungmo stood in front of the cafe pantry trying to decipher the coffee beans you’ve been introducing to him without their respective labels.

“that’s what amateurs always say,” you teased. from the previous night, you already established how fun it was to see his reactions to even the smallest attempts to irritate him. it was a good thing trainings took place in the early evenings when you actually had the energy for a bit of fun.

“well, i am an amateur. that’s why you’re teaching me, sunbae.” jungmo jabbed back and followed you around the main counter, hands clasped together as he tried to act like a cute and enthusiastic junior.

you pretended to cringe and broke in laughter when he whined. “back to the coffee beans…”

night 7: bt cafe

within a week, jungmo got the hang of working the bulky and stubborn espresso machine. he has yet to produce a perfectly good batch without burning himself, though.

“i’m surprised you even have the time for a part-time job, pre-med.”

“i could say the same to you, mr. pilot. don’t you have plane diagrams to memorize--ow! that’s hot!” you retreated from the hot cup he was handing to you.

“shit, did I burn you?” jungmo instinctively took your hand and started to look for any redness and swelling, turning your hand over in his. “where does it hurt?”

“.....i’m okay.” you looked up at the much taller male and slowly slid away, finding the sudden proximity quite foreign.

“a baristas hands are precious. let me get a cold towel,”

you followed his retreating figure with your eyes, noting how easily he blended in with the rest of the cafe, apron and all. with a shake of your head and a repressed smile, you might have just thought about calling him cute.

night 10: bt cafe

“....then, after that you just let the coffee drip by itself for about 15-20 minutes- yah.”

“hmm?” jungmo straightened up from having his head on his palm, elbows against the counter. “sorry. you kinda looked...cute...when you were focused.” he said softly without making eye-contact as he mimicked the coffee drip set-up you just made. he realized that it was a weird feeling, suddenly being timid like this.

“tch. focus.” you turned your back to place some ingredients back on their shelves, taking this opportunity to smile and recollect yourself before going back to watching jungmo’s progress.

night 14: university grounds

"you really don't have to bring me these to track your progress..." you saw jungmo waiting outside the biology laboratory for the third time this week, thermos clutched in hand. a few days ago, he insisted on buying his own coffee drip set to get some practice at home. talk about being thoughtfully extra.

"i mean, yeah, we're together every night but you have to see how i do it on my own!"

"shh! people will take that out of context, idiot!" you looked around at the waves of people piling out of the laboratory, worried someone might overhear. jungmo just teased you by wiggling his eyebrows, earning him a smack to the shoulder.

night 20: bt cafe

“yes, y/n, to what do i owe this pleasure of a phone call from you?” jungmo answered his phone after several rings. you were beginning to worry that he got into an accident. why was he so late to his training tonight?

“where are you?”

“i might not come tonight. important presentation tomorrow and we might have to pull an all-nighter. don’t worry! i already told our boss. wait, you’re actually looking for me.”

“i mean, you’ve been coming every night so…”

“y/n misses me.” you almost hear his teasing face through the phone lines. jungmo heard your eyes roll in turn.

“uhm, no, thank you. i’m hanging up.” you put your phone back inside your pocket only to retrieve it after a few seconds when you received a message notification.

don’t worry! i miss you too!

night 30: haneul university library

“agh. how am i ever going to save lives like this?” the sound of resignation in your voice made jungmo look up from his laptop. aside from the regular trainings, you and jungmo have arranged regular study sessions. it’s safe to say that you’ve been spending a good fraction of your week with your fellow haneul student, workmate, and, as it now seems, a special friend.

“you’re keeping me alive just fine, though, doc.” jungmo walked over to your side of the library table and ruffled your hair while your face was still buried in your textbooks. his previous statement went unnoticed. “you should go home early tonight. i’ll take you.” he pulled you up by the arm, shaking you to encourage you to stand up as you grunted.

“thanks, mogu.”

he just nodded at you with a smile and held out his arm to drape around you while you walked. “let’s go.”

night 40: university garden

“hey, you never told me about the third thing.” you sat on the garden bench, stopping jungmo’s strides and pulling him to sit too.

"hmm?"

“the third good thing you got from that day at the cafe. you got a good drink, got a job and….?” you urged him to continue, expecting the answer to be something trivial. after all, it was something he told you on the first day you properly met. would he even remember what the third thing was?

“that? the third thing is that..." jungmo took his time and pretended to fix his jacket, intentionally stalling until you glared at him.

"....i met you.” the casual tone in his voice and the giggle that accompanied it made it seem like it was something he said everyday.

"liars go to hell. and you're full of cheese."

"but you love cheese." he shrugged. knowing you couldn’t deny this, jungmo stood up and pulled you by the hand, ready to walk you home like what the both of you have gotten used to.

night 50: bt cafe

“so you sold your coffee drip set to wonjin because…?” you were fixing up the last of today’s orders with jungmo waiting beside you to place them on their cup holders.

“i don’t need to make coffee for myself anymore. you speed up my heart just fine throughout the day now.” he secured the cups and held them out to the waiting customer. “come again!”

“goo jungmo.” you turned bright red and hid your embarrassment by slapping jungmo’s arm. “don’t fool around like that.”

“ey. i just confessed, can’t you be a little more accommodating?” jungmo ran to the door and flipped the cafe sign from open to closed. “should i have written it in latte art or something? i like you. would 8 letters fit in that tiny cup?”

“you call that a confession?” this earned the iconic whine from goo jungmo. "hey, idiot!" you called to him from across the empty cafe and scratched your neck like he always did, for effect. "i like you, too."

night 77: bt cafe

“shift’s over. what are you doing?” you leaned on the counter to take a peek at what jungmo was doing. there were no customers anymore so you were wondering what was keeping him so busy.

“one caramel latte, iced, with-“

“—an extra shot of espresso and a pump of dark chocolate...” you continued his sentence, nodding your head in time with the words.

“...for my y/n,” jungmo finished and handed you a cup with both hands. you took it with a playful squint of your eyes.

you took a sip, keeping your eyes on the expectant jungmo. a moment of silence ensued.

“jungmo. i love you….but-”

“i love you too.” he hurriedly replied without hesitation.

“…but i still make the best version of this.” you smiled victoriously, sticking your tongue out at him before drinking the rest of the latte which you admitted tasted pretty close to your specialty. jungmo just raised his hands up in defeat and proceeded to watch you drink his version of the go-to drink that brought you two together in the first place.

“if i get to see you smile like that, do i really want to get it right?”

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