#wonpil au

[noona-clock]

Fourever 🍀 Get the Hell Out

Genre: Friends to Lovers!AU, Slice of Life, Angsty with a happy ending

Pairing: Wonpil x You

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and trauma

Words: 4,153

Welcome to the Show 🍀 Happy 🍀 The Power of Love 🍀 Get the Hell Out 🍀 Sad Ending 🍀 Let Me Love You 🍀 Didn't Know

Thinking of you Is a stabbing pain What I can't forget is Something like a curse to me One day, one second If I can erase it My world would be more beautiful

Objectively, you knew this was probably (hopefully) the lowest point of your entire life. You'd very recently left a relationship with an emotionally and physically abusive partner; your body and spirit were, to put it bluntly, battered and bruised. You'd been fired from your job for missing yet another shift, something else for which you could thank your now ex-boyfriend since he'd been too busy gaslighting you and kept you from going to work. And since you'd (stupidly) moved into your ex's apartment a few months ago, you also now had nowhere to live.

But your survival instinct had taken over, and it wasn't allowing you to feel hopeless. It had held your head up and walked you right down to the Community Center.

How many times had you walked by this place and seen the advertisements for free counseling? You'd never thought the ads were meant for you, but that's how life is sometimes, right?

You couldn't deny that you needed it right now. After what you'd been through? You might need counseling for the rest of your life, honestly. But, right now, you just wanted to calm down the thoughts racing through your mind. You wanted to get back to who you were before you'd met him. You wanted to forget everything; erase him completely from your past.

Before you could chicken out or let your pride take over, you reached out to grab the door handle and opened the door, stepping into what you hoped would be a better future for yourself.

Being with you Is a bittersweet pleasure What I keep remembering is A state of lingering attachment One day, one second If the afterimage fades away Might finally be able to see clearly How nice This world could be for me My brain excludes you How much would it be worth Get the hell out Get the hell out

After a couple of hours, you were more emotionally drained than you'd ever been (which was saying something), but you had a job interview and a place to stay lined up. So, that was something! You had also set up another appointment with the counselor tomorrow to start working through your trauma; you weren't particularly looking forward to it, but you also couldn't wait to just get this horrific person the hell out of your mind.

You gathered up all of the paperwork and pamphlets the counselor had provided, saying the name of the apartment building in your head over and over so you wouldn't forget. Apparently, it was fairly close to the Community Center since they had a partnership with the building owner to allow people in situations like yours a place to get back on their feet, so even if you did forget the name, it should be easy to find.

But still. You didn't want to forget. Today felt like your first day as a real adult, totally on your own. Independent. You didn't want to screw it up! So, you murmured the name to yourself, clutching all of your documents to your chest as you left your counselor's office and headed back to the front doors.

You had barely stepped into the hallway before you collided with someone passing by.

Oof!

"Oh, I'm so sorry," you heard a voice say, though it barely registered because all the papers in your hands had slipped out and fallen to the floor.

You immediately crouched down to try and pick them up, frantically saying the name of the apartment building so you wouldn't forget it amidst all of this hubbub.

Another pair of hands came into view, helping you pick up the papers, and you glanced up to place a face to them -- and the voice you'd heard, presumably.

Your head jerked back slightly in surprise.

"Wonpil?" you asked.

Wonpil jumped a little, his gaze immediately darting to meet yours. As soon as he saw you, that signature wide smile appeared on his lips.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice soft and warm.

It had been... how many years since you'd seen him? You'd lost track of how long it had been since graduating high school. And it's not like you and Wonpil had been close friends, but his smile and his voice and his kindhearted aura hadn't changed a bit.

"What a small world," you chuckled. "What are you doing here?"

Wonpil continued to gather up all of your papers as he answered. "I work here. What about you? Did you just get hired?"

Ah, so he obviously assumed all this paperwork was New Employee Paperwork. Well, at least you knew he wasn't being nosy and looking at it!

"No..." you replied slowly.

Wonpil didn't reply at first, and when the two of you had picked up everything, you both stood, and he handed you a stack of papers.

"I'm sorry," he said, his forehead wrinkled. "Do you need anything?"

Like almost any other person would, you almost said 'No, thank you.' It was one thing to share your innermost thoughts and feelings to a total stranger, but it was another thing altogether to share them with someone you actually knew.

But, for some reason you couldn't explain, you answered him with a nod. Your throat began to tighten with emotion, and tears welled up in your eyes when you said, "Actually, yeah. I need a lot."

Something about Wonpil just exuded safety, and even though you weren't even sure you could classify him as an acquaintance after all these years, a quiet voice in your head urged you to be honest with him.

"Okay," Wonpil replied, his voice still soft but more strong and sure. "Do you want to go get a coffee or something?"

"I -- I need to go to this apartment building," you stammered.

"I know the one, I can take you there if you'd like," he offered.

You answered with a strained "Sure" before following him out of the Community Center and onto the street.

The next half hour was a bit of a blur, and you ended up being extremely thankful that you'd run into Wonpil. He obviously had a lot of experience with this, because he greeted the employee behind the front desk of the apartment's leasing office by name. And when you weren't sure which of the many papers in your hands you needed to hand over, Wonpil delicately took the stack from you and rifled through it to find the right one.

You also noticed something that seemed insignificant on the surface but, in reality, was extremely important: Wonpil was extremely aware of you without being overbearing. He didn't touch you or even reach out toward you. He stood just close enough to signal he was with you but not too close to make you nervous. And when the employee offered to lead you to your apartment, Wonpil wordlessly raised his eyebrows at you to ask if you wanted him to come with you.

(You nodded, of course. Wonpil was probably the only person you felt safe around at the moment.)

You weren't exactly sure what Wonpil's role was at the Community Center, but whatever it was, you could tell he was perfect for the job.

After you received the key, Wonpil (who was still out in the hallway even after you opened the door and stepped inside) said, "I'm actually on the floor above, so if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Wait," you said as you dumped your papers on the kitchen counter. "You live here?"

Wonpil's cheeks turned a bit pink. "I moved here after I started working at the Center. I'm... actually the one who started the partnership with the building owner."

That almost made you want to cry.

Obviously, you had put up a huge wall and didn't know if you would be able to trust anyone ever again. But if anyone could do it, you had a feeling deep down it would be Wonpil.

Time, hurry up and run fast Until you become a speckle far away You're still so clear in my mind Ruining my day every day How nice This world could be for me My brain excludes you How much would it be worth Will you get out of Inside my mind I don't want to live Like something's holding me back

6 Months Later

A wave of sadness and frustration washed over you as you stared at the ceiling, just barely stopping yourself from checking the time on your phone.

The last time you'd looked, it had been just after 2am; honestly, you weren't sure you even wanted to know what time it was now.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the first night you hadn't been able to sleep this week.

While your counselor at the Community Center had helped you get a job and an apartment incredibly quickly, they hadn't yet been able to get rid of your negative thoughts. Your abusive ex was still floating around in your brain, throwing the usual emotionally manipulative and critical words at you.

Tears pricked your eyes as those words got louder and louder inside your head. They were mostly tears of anger because it had been six months! How long was it going to take to erase him from your life?!

As soon as the sun came up a few hours later, you changed into the first clean pair of sweats you could find and headed to the coffee shop across the street. After getting maybe one hour of sleep all night, you needed to consume some caffeine before you could do anything else.

By now, the morning shift employees at the coffee shop knew you, and the incredibly kind person behind the counter began making your order as soon as you walked in.

"Iced vanilla latte with oat milk," they said after you paid at the register, handing you the cup. "And an Americano."

"Thank you, Alex," you grinned as you took both drinks.

As you walked back to your apartment building, you started listing out everything good and beautiful about your life, a tactic your counselor had suggested a few months ago when you'd been feeling particularly anxious.

"I have a job," you began, muttering to yourself. "I have a place to live. I have food in my fridge. I have an iced vanilla latte in my hand."

You took a sip of said latte, feeling a grin curving your lips.

"The sky is a beautiful shade of blue and orange. If there were trees around, I would hear birds chirping. I guess I could pretend the honking traffic and sirens are birds."

You continued your list as you arrived back home and headed for the staircase, reminding yourself that you were physically healthy enough to walk up three flights of stairs, financially stable enough to afford daily visits to the coffee shop, and maybe most importantly, you had the day off today.

Honestly, why hadn't you thought of that earlier? Knowing that you didn't have to go to work today instantly calmed your nerves about barely getting any sleep -- it didn't matter because you had nothing to do today! So, by the time you arrived on the third floor, you were grinning from ear to ear and feeling light and fluffy inside.

Speaking of light and fluffy, there was one more thing you were grateful for that you needed to add to your list.

Before you could, though, the apartment door you were heading toward opened.

You held out the Americano, your smile brightening as Wonpil looked up and realized you were there.

"Good morning," you greeted cheerfully.

"Morning," Wonpil replied, his voice a bit shy, as he took the drink from you. "Thanks for the coffee, and I really mean that, but what's up?"

"What do you mean what's up?" you chuckled. The two of you started walking back to the staircase; you knew Wonpil was on his way to work, and since it was just around the corner and you had nothing else to do, you figured you would walk with him.

"Isn't it your day off?" he asked in between sips of his Americano. "Why are you up so early, and why did you bring me coffee?"

You'd been friends with Wonpil for 6 months now and had known him much longer than that -- you knew he wasn't asking in a suspicious way. He just wasn't that kind of person. He was, without a doubt, the kindest, sweetest soul you'd ever known.

"It is, indeed, my day off," you answered. "But I couldn't sleep."

Wonpil simply hummed and nodded. He knew exactly what that meant by now.

"Are you... okay?" he asked quietly.

It took you a few seconds to swallow down the lump of emotion in your throat, and then you answered, "No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

During the first month or two of your friendship with Wonpil, it had been a bit difficult to navigate the difference between Counselor Wonpil and Friend Wonpil. Honestly, you'd felt awkward talking to him about your past because you hadn't wanted him to think you were taking of advantage of him and just trying to get a free therapy session.

Thankfully, Wonpil had caught on to your hesitancy pretty quickly. He'd invited you out for coffee one morning and had assured you all he wanted was to be your friend and to help you, not in a professional sense. He'd become a counselor in the first place because he loved helping people, and that extended to people in his personal life, too. He had also told you it was absolutely fine if you still didn't feel comfortable confiding in him, and that had been the deciding factor for you. The minute he gave you the power to decide was when you knew you could trust him -- at least with this. (You weren't sure you would ever be able to fully, completely, implicitly trust anyone ever again...).

"I just feel like I'm making no progress," you admitted as you fiddled with your straw and watched your shoes. "It's been half a year since I left, but I still think about him all the time. Some of the things he said to me, I can still hear them in my head, clear as day. All I want is to forget about him, and I thought that would've happened by now."

Wonpil walked just a little bit closer to you. He didn't touch you because he never touched you unless you initiated it. He'd also never said anything out loud about why he did that, but you figured he simply understood how your previous relationship had affected you. And you appreciated it more than you could ever put into words.

"Six months is not that long when you really think about it," he assured you. "It's okay that you still think about him. It's completely normal, honestly, and you also have to be prepared that you'll always think about him in some capacity. I know you want to erase him from your memory, but.... I don't know if that's possible."

You let out a whiny groan, feeling tears stinging the backs of your eyes. "But I don't want to always think about him!" you lamented. "I want to live my own life and just be... be free!"

You could see the Community Center up ahead, and Wonpil began to slow his steps, eventually stopping at the corner of the building.

"You already are free," he told you as he turned to face you. "And I'm pretty sure that if you saw him again, you wouldn't go back to him."

"Of course not," you replied immediately.

"See? He doesn't have that kind of hold on you, at least. And that's something! You have made progress, you just can't see it because it's happening so gradually. But I promise you that you have."

Thankfully, a loud ambulance passed by then, giving you time to gather your thoughts and rein in your tears. (You had certainly cried in front of Wonpil before, but you still weren't fully comfortable being that vulnerable around someone yet.)

As soon as the quiet settled over you, you lifted your head to meet his gaze. "Thank you," you said simply, your voice just barely above a whisper.

You still weren't sure if you believed him, but you knew him pretty well at this point; he wouldn't lie to you about something like this.

Wonpil replied with a wide, sunny grin, one that made your heart ache in a good way. And because you knew he wouldn't, you stepped up and wrapped your arms around him.

He wasted no time in hugging you back, his arms firm and comforting, the sweet and fresh scent of his cologne invading your senses and instantly calming you down.

"Call me if you need me, okay?" he murmured into your ear.

You nodded, and he squeezed you before letting go and stepping away.

"Have a good day," you told him with a watery grin.

As he turned to walk into the Community Center, you felt a very strong urge to reach out and take his hand, to stop him from leaving.

And it was then you realized... you didn't ever want him to leave.

How nice This world could be for me My brain excludes you How much would it be worth Get the hell out Get the hell out

You'd been sitting on your feelings for almost a whole month now, and the only explanation you had for that was because you were scared.

In your head, you knew that Wonpil was different. He was not your ex by any stretch of the imagination. They were probably as different as two people could be. Wonpil would never, ever, ever in a million years say and do the things that your ex had said and done to you. He was a perfect and amazing friend, so if he miraculously returned your feelings, you knew he would be a perfect and amazing boyfriend.

But your heart was still at war with your head, and it wouldn't let you believe anything it said.

You'd lost track of how many times you'd decided to tell him and then changed your mind just minutes later.

But then one day he showed up at your door, holding up a blue shirt.

"I need your help," he frowned as soon as you swung the door open.

"Okay, I'm all ears," you replied, actually feeling your heart swell. For once, he needed your help!

"Which shirt looks better?" He gestured to the light pink button-down he was currently wearing before moving his other arm and displaying the blue crewneck sweater.

"Definitely the pink," you answered without hesitation. "Why? What's the occasion?"

Wonpil's cheeks flushed, and he didn't quite meet your eye when he said, "I'm going on a date."

You couldn't stop your eyebrows quickly darting up or your eyes widening with surprise.

"...A date?"

"Yeah," Wonpil replied, pressing his lips together nervously. "Dowoon set me up with his neighbor, so we're going over to the food trucks for dinner."

Oh.

A date.

Wonpil was going on a date.

With someone who was not you.

Of course, you couldn't blame him. He had no idea how you felt, and even if he did, he may not feel the same way. Or he may not want to date someone with as much trauma as you.

"Ah... cool," you managed to get out, hoping there was a smile on your lips. "Sounds fun."

Wonpil tilted his head, his brow wrinkling. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah!" you chirped, but even you could hear that your voice was too high and too squeaky, and you had absolutely answered too quickly.

"...Are you sure?"

You didn't want to risk replying with a blatantly false answer, so you simply nodded.

"If there's something on your mind, you know you can tell me," Wonpil assured you gently. "Are you... scared you'll never go on a date again? I promise you will, if that's what you want. It may take some time -- longer than you think, but I know --"

The words which had been festering in your mind for a month suddenly came to life, hurling themselves out of your mouth before you could stop them. "I like you."

Wonpil immediately froze.

"I'm sorry, this is terrible timing," you admitted, barely able to meet his gaze. "But I like you, and I'm just... I don't want you to go on a date with someone else, but I also fully understand if you don't feel the same way."

"I do."

Your eyes darted to his face, and you wondered if maybe you'd just imagined him saying that.

"You what?" you asked dumbly.

"I do," he repeated. "I do feel the same way. But I know how difficult things have been for you, and I had no idea if you would be ready for something. I was going to wait for you, but Dowoon said..."

He trailed off, and the sound of your pounding heart filled the silence for a few seconds.

"I should have learned by now to stop listening to Dowoon," Wonpil finally said with a soft chuckle.

You wanted to laugh with him, but you knew this wasn't just going to be a 'And they lived happily ever after' moment.

"But the thing is, I don't know if I'm ready. I realized, like, a month ago that I liked you as more than a friend, but I haven't said anything because... I'm too scared."

Wonpil took a tiny step closer, and it was then you realized you were still standing in your open doorway.

You ushered him inside, closing the door behind him and taking his blue sweater, folding it delicately over a chair at your kitchen table.

When you turned around, Wonpil was standing as he always was -- close but not too close.

"It's okay to be scared," he assured you. "And I understand why you feel that way. You don't have to, but... could you tell me what exactly you're scared of?"

You took a deep, shaky breath, letting it out slowly through your mouth the way you'd learned in your therapy sessions. This was going to be difficult, but you wanted to do it. Wonpil was worth it.

"I'm scared of being vulnerable like that again. I'm scared of trusting someone so fully only to get that trust handed back to me in shreds. I'm scared that I'll never fully heal from what happened to me. I'm scared that he will always take up a part of my mind and that you'll eventually come to resent me for it. I'm scared that if I do ever let myself be with you... I'll just lose you."

Of course, tears began streaming down your cheeks as you said all of that, and you saw Wonpil's fingers twitching, as if he wanted nothing more than to reach out and cradle your face, wipe your tears away.

One part of you didn't want to be touched right now, but another part needed to feel his warmth so badly, you thought you might collapse if you didn't.

So, you reached out and took his wrist, bringing his hand up to your face and placing his palm on your cheek.

He instantly curved his hand, his fingers gently grasping your jaw and neck while his thumb swiped just underneath your eye.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he whispered. "I know how long it can take to heal. We can take things slowly."

"But what if it takes --"

"I'll wait."

Your vision blurred as you gazed at him, your cheek hot where he cradled it.

"I'll wait," he repeated. "However long you need. I'll wait for you. I promise."

"What if I never heal?" you croaked, your voice so tiny that you were surprised he even heard you.

"I like you just as you are. I know that you can heal -- that you will get through this -- but even if you don't, then all that means is you'll stay the person you are right now. And that's the person I fell for."

"What if --"

"My feelings won't change," he interrupted, obviously guessing that you'd been about to ask 'What if I get better and change too much and you don't like the person I become?' "I know it's hard for you to trust, but if you can let yourself trust just one thing, let it be that. My feelings for you won't change."

You took another few deep breaths before stepping up to him and winding your arms around his neck.

After he circled your waist, his hands gripping you tightly, he said, "We'll take it one day at a time, okay?"

At first, you simply nodded. But then, you remembered something kind of important.

So, you pulled away from him just enough to be able to see his face, and you asked, "Starting today?"

Wonpil's brow furrowed at your question. "Starting today? What do you mean?"

"You said we'll take it one day at a time. Is that starting today? Or do we have to start tomorrow so you can go on your date?"

It was taking every ounce of strength not to laugh, but then Wonpil's expression very swiftly turned to one of slight horror and major embarrassment. He looked so cute that you couldn't hold back any longer. You pulled him back into a hug and chuckled, feeling your heart starting to glow inside your chest.

One day at a time. That was the best you could do right now, and you would tell yourself over and over until you believed it: That was enough.

[yourmulti-au-archive]

Do you believe in destiny?

Wonpil is an idol. Rilley is a tourist in Korea, has a big fat crush with Wonpil. A needle in the haystack, but the universe made a way to make their worlds collide.

Notes

Not proof read

Mostly narration

English

Contains irl places

Might have loop holes, but pls ignore

Rilley was strolling around the Gangnam, as she explores the place, she spotted a filming set and with her curious mind, Rilley went close to check if it's a K-Pop group or a movie that is filming…

While everyone is busy here and there, one of the assistant staff was in a panic due to an incident. The lead girl for the shoot hasn't arrived yet, and their shooting schedule has begun. This cannot be postponed or delayed as the group also has a tight schedule.

As Rilley went closer to the set and tried to take a video/snap of it, another guarding staff immediately pointed her out and said not to take any shots. Since she's just a visiting foreigner, she abide instantly.

Right there and there, the assistant staff called her out.

Assistant Staff: 행동할 수 있나요?

The staff asked without any introduction and in Korean.

Rilley: Uh, sorry I can't speak in Korean… Assistant Staff: Oh, sorry. Can you act? Rilley: Well, i don't know… Assistant Staff: No worries. You'll do good! I need you right now to be part of the shoot. Come over here and have your make-up done. And I'll hand you a NDA for you to sign. Rilley: What? Huh?

Rilley was left with no choice. She didn't understand anything that's happening right now.

Make-up Artist: Are you Korean? Do you speak Korean? Rilley: No, sorry. I'm from the Philippines. Make-up Artist: Ahh! Philippines. I heard a lot of great stuff about your country and the people around there. Also, your skin looks so good! Wow. I won't have a hard time putting make up on you. Rilley: (shyly her face turn red) Gamsahabnida… Uhm, could you share what's happening here? Make-up Artist: Well you see, the lead girl for the music video shoot did not come. Assistant-nim was so stressed because she's one of the main character of the story for the shoot. Glad they're able to contact you. Rilley: I was not contacted… I was just a passer-by. Make-up Artist: Wae??? Yaaaah, it's your lucky day isn't it? Rilley: I don't know if that's the case. Who's the artist that's doing the music video? Assistant Staff: It's Sunny6.

And Rilley almost lost her senses when she heard what the Assistant Staff said.

Rilley: Huh? Wae? Sunny6? Are you sure? Assistant Staff: Yes. Do I look like I'm joking? Anyway, here's the NDA. It states here that you cannot take any recordings of sort while you are within the vicinity. You cannot go near the idols unless you are instructed to. No posting of anything in the social media… etc. Any questions? Rilley: Okay… But why did you choose me for this? Assistant Staff: You have passed by the right time, first point. And your face and complexion is the perfect fit for the character of the song. Director was also happy when he saw you. Rilley: But I honestly don't know how to act. Assistant Staff: Don't worry. It's a minimal acting, you can pull it off surely.

The taping began and the first frame was Rilley's solo.

Wonpil got off his trailer truck to roam around the area and check the happenings in the shooting location. His curious and bored mind got him lurking around. He then spots a girl, he immediately assumed that she's part of the extras for the music video. It was Rilley he saw. Wonpil got captivated instantly of Rilley's aura even if he's in a distance. He was just observing her from a far, and he found himself smiling when he saw Rilley smiled.

Director: Tina, make sure the talent is ready. We'll shoot her and Wonpil's part.

Rilley overheard what the Director said to the Assistant Staff. Her heart pounded since she did not expect to have any interaction with the Sunny6. She also didn't asked a lot and just did whatever she was requested to. The Assistant Staff did not brief her with the storyline as well.

The first scene was set for a catch up of two "friends". Both of them are sitting facing each other, with a serious ambiance, no words, only their eyes are talking to each other. She felt her temperature rise up since Wonpil is her ultimate crush and bias. She can't help to think what she did to the universe to have this kind of interaction with Wonpil.

Rilley's POV:

Wow. I still can't believe what's happening to me. I'm sitting across Kang Wonpil? For real? His eyes can really captivate a lot of people's heart. This guy really exists? He's an actual human! Bless all heavens and earths for this wonderful creation. AHHHHHH I LOVE YOU KANG WONPIL!!!

Wonpil's POV:

How can someone be this pretty? We're not even talking, but her gaze gets me. Her eyes are like Sungjin Hyung's eyes, it sparkles. Oh, wait-- is she about to cry? Why is her eye teary. Man, I want to wipe her eyes. I think, I can just stare at her the whole day.

Looks like Wonpil was really captured by Rilley's charm. They haven't spoke to each other yet, but the tension between them is notable. As if they want to just start yapping with each other, catch up with each other's life like they've known each other for a long time.

Since Rilley can't talk to the artists, she tried to distance herself to them when they're not filming. But Wonpil has another plan…

Wonpil walked towards Rilley, he thought this is the perfect timing to break the ice.

Wonpil: Hi! I'm Wonpil. You are…?

Rilley froze. One, is she doesn't know if she can talk to him like that. Two, THAT IS KANG WONPIL WHO'S TALKING… TALKING TO HER!

Rilley: Hi, I'm Rilley. Wonpil: I heard you were scouted for today's shoot? Rilley: Oh, yeah. Apparently the original lead didn't showed up. Wonpil: Glad she didn't. (He murmured) Rilley: Sorry, what was that? Wonpil: Ah, nothing. So, are you just visiting Korea? Rilley: Yeah. Just for a couple of days. Wonpil: I see. But wait, where's your friends perhaps? It's odd for me that you agreed to be part of the shoot. Rilley: Ah, well… I'm solo. I travel solo, that's why I agreed to be part of the shoot. Hehehe I have my own timeline and time, so it's fine. Wonpil: Really? You're travelling solo? That's so cool! Isn't that scary that you're alone? Rilley: Ehh, not much. I really use to travel alone. Glad nothing happens bad yet, and I hope nothing will. Knocks on wood. Wonpil: You really should take care when you're out alone… Until when are you staying here in Korea? Rilley: I got 10 more days to explore.

Wonpil got excited to hear that Rilley's gonna be in town for at least week. He already thought to himself that he wants to see Rilley again. He definitely got a love at first sight to her.

Wonpil's POV:

She talks so gentle. I want to brush the hair from her cheek. Why am I drawn to her like this? I've just met her.

The next scene they have to do is a kissing scene.

When Rilley found it out, she immediately refused to do it. She was taken aback with the scene, and again, that's Wonpil who'll be kissing her. But the Director told them that they wouldn't kiss for real. Just a fake one. But still, Rilley felt uneasy and uncomfortable. She doesn't want to take advantage of the opportunity because she believes in karma.

The Director taught them how to do it. Will all nervousness, Riley composed herself and doesn't want to mess it up.

The Scene: Wonpil and Rilley is facing each other, and Rilley slowly looked at Wonpil with an endearing yet worried eye expression. Wonpil then placed his hands in Rilley's right cheek sliding it at the back of her ear. Wonpil then slowly leaning towards Rilley's face.

As awkward as it could be, Rilley literally froze. She couldn't help but be like a statue. She held her breathe while Wonpil's face is just an inch away from hers, she even closed her eyes the whole time. Wonpil on the other hand smirked as he found it cute and funny at the same time, he definitely felt the tension from Rilley which is understandable.

Director cut and asked to repeat the scene since it was evident in Rilley's body gesture that she's tense.

The next take is the same scene, but this time, when their faces is an inche away from each other, Wonpil whispered to Rilley.

Wonpil: Open your eyes.

Rilley thought, this man is real crazy! Why does he want me to open my eyes! Dear Lord, save me!

Rilley: No. Wonpil: (he chuckled a little trying to contain small gestures to avoid other to see them) Just open your eyes.

Rilley then open her eyes. They're both gazing at each other's eyes, making Rilley fluster, the saying "butterfly in your stomach" that's definitely what she felt that time.

Wonpil: You got a brown eyes. Your eyes are beautiful. Rilley: Yeah, when light or sunlight meets my eyes, it's becoming more deep dark brown. Wonpil: I see that. Your eyes are sparkling too. Just like Sungjin Hyung's. I like it.

The second take ended. The Director is still not satisfied with the shot. It was okay, but he thought the two can still give.

They're both comfortable now with the scene. Rilley still felt hot and everyone around saw that her face turned red. The Assistant Staff asked her why, and she said it was just hot, but in reality, the just can't help her self not to feel elated with what's happening.

Third take, same same, but this time… Wonpil surprised Rilley by pressing his lips to hers. Rilley processed it for a split second and immediately escape from it. She was in shock from what Wonpil did, again, her face turned red. Wonpil pointed if she was okay. The Director and the Assistant Staff asked what happened and why did she stepped backward even without the cut yet.

Rilley: Oh… Sorry sorry, it was just hot. My mistake.

Wonpil reached for Rilley's hand held and squeezed it.

Wonpil: Just relax. It's just me…

And he smiled.

Rilley's POV:

MOTHER FCKER? How could you say for me to relax? Do you think I can relax with what you did? WHY DID YOU KISSED ME? I'm going crazy for real!

Rilley whispered: Why… did… you… Wonpil: It should be a kissing scene, remember? Rilley: But…

Before Rilley could even add her sentence, the Director now asked them for the fourth take.

Rilley's face is trying to communicate with Wonpil to stop doing silly stuff so they can move on with the scene. Wonpil on the other hand just playful smiled at her.

Now the fourth take, same… when Wonpil's face is an inch close to Rilley's…

Wonpil: Open your eyes again. Rilley obeyed. That moment, Wonpil pressed his lips gently to Rilley's while her eyes were opened. When their lips met each other, they both closed their eyes and just let the moment passed.

Both of them felt the same, they can't hear anything around them. They both felt like they're the only people in the area. It was a gentle yet genuine kiss that they didn't know could exist.

It was the 4th attempt for the scene, and finally the Director was pleased with the scene.

Wonpil and Rilley clasped out with their kiss and both gazed at each other, eyes are talking as if they know each other's thoughts.

Nobody knows that both of them really kissed due to the blocking of the scene. Only the both of them knew what really happened in that scene.

To break the ice once more, Wonpil walked close to Rilley and said, "Your breath smells like mint."

Rilley replied, "I love mint. Mint chocolate? My favorite." They both chuckled and finally they found the comfort with each other. They knew something sparked between them. Sadly, it was a wrap for their scene.

Rilley was asked to drop by again the next day as she'll be working with Sungjin this time.

The next day, Rilley showed earlier than her call time just for her. Following the scene with Sungjin.

During their break, Sungjin noticed Wonpil in the set.

Sungjin: Ya, Wonpil, why are you here? Your solo shoot was finished right? Wonpil: Yeah, yesterday. I just dropped by to support you. You worked with Rilley today? Sungjin: Oh, Rilley? The main lead girl? Yeah, you're right

But in reality, Wonpil dropped by because he wanted to see Rilley.

Rilley notice Wonpil. She wasn't expected him to be there, she was surprised with his appearance. Shrugged off the fact that her bias, who kissed her… TWICE… is there. Rilley tried stay away from his sight, but it was too late. Wonpil have been following every step she makes.

When Wonpil finally got the chance to corner Rilley, he immediately approached her.

Wonpil: Hey! Rilley tried to ignore him, but he shouted. Wonpil: RILLEY! HEY! Since Rilley doesn't want any commotion or fuss to happen, she walked towards Wonpil that's smiling from ear to ear, scrunches his nose indicating that he's happy to Rilley.

Rilley: Hmm, what are you doing here? What do you want. Wonpil: Woah, we got a hot-headed lady here. Smile, frowning doesn't suit you. You look beautiful today. Rilley: Man… Seriously, what's up… Wonpil: Okay. Are you free after the shoot? I heard you're about to wrap up. Wanna grab dinner? Rilley: No, thanks. I'm not even allowed to talk to you, and you're even asking me to go and eat dinner with you? Wonpil: Ahh, don't worry about it. I'll cover you up there. Rilley: Appreciate it, but I don't want to get in trouble. Sungjin: Hey, what you guys doing here? Wonpil: I was just asking Rilley if she wants to come with us in dinner. She's visiting Korea and maybe we can show her around too. Rilley: Oh, no! No need. I can manage exploring alone. I'll be fine. Sungjin: Ahh, yeah. We'll go out later with Brian and Dowoon. You can come with us Rilley, so you can meet the rest of the band. Besides, they'll be working with you tomorrow. Rilley: No, i swear I'm good. I really don't want to get in trouble. Sungjin & Wonpil: We'll talk to Manager-nim. (They both winked at the same time too)

Even though Wonpil didn't have a schedule shoot that day, and it's his day off. He choose to stay at the filming location and watch Rilley. He can't figure out why he's became attached to Rilley all of a sudden.

Rilley still can't believe that she's sitting together with her favorite band, casually talking to each other as if they're friends and even sharing dinner food.

Brian: So, Rilley, I heard you're from the Philippines? Rilley: Yeah, I am. I just visited Korea for vacation. Brian: You know what, that's one of the best crowds we've ever had. You guys are no joke! Rilley: HAHA. Ahuh. I can vouch for it myself. When we attend our artist's concert, we put our hearts to it. No doubt. Sungjin: I wish to go back there. How long are you staying here in Korea? Rilley: 9 days to go before I say bye. Dowoon: I guess we have a day off on Friday, do you want us to tour your around? Rilley: Ahh, nah. Thank you tho, but I already have planned stuff. Trying to catch my itinerary due to this pleasant surprise I got into. Haha Brian: That's really funny that you were scouted on the spot to be the lead character. Rilley: I know. Well, I still can't believe I'm here with you guys.

Rilley got her phone and updated her friends. Dowoon catches her phone case.

Dowoon: Yah, your phone. Everyone's puzzled with what Dowoon said. He pointed to Rilley's phone. Dowoon: You got Wonpil in your phone case.

Embarrassed, she immediately hid her phone. She doesn't want to get caught of how she admires and love Wonpil. They teased her and finally gave in. Her face turned red again plus the soju they're drinking together.

Wonpil: Really? You like me? Rilley: (trying to deny it) Hey, no… Just… Not really… It's just that… Sungjin: HAHAHAHA She's so cute trying to deny she likes Wonpil.

And that night ended. When they're about to go, Dowoon asked Rilley where she's staying. She's staying at Hongdae, too far from where they at and out of the way for the boys.

But Wonpil really wants to spend more time with Rilley despite of having a schedule the next day. Glad that Dowoon brought a car on the way to Gangnam, so he immediately asked Dowoon if he could borrow his so he can take Rilley home.

They agreed, and the three boys hopped in to Sungjin's and took off. While Wonpil and Rilley spent more time.

Rilley: You know what, you can go home. I can handle myself. Besides, MRT is still available. Wonpil: No, I insists. I'll drive you home. Rilley: You still have to work tomorrow, right? You should be resting! Wonpil: Rilley, you'll be going home in 9 days. I'm trying to make the most of out it while you're here.

Rilley was puzzled with what Wonpil said.

Rilley: What do you mean? Wonpil: I want to spend some time with you. You know? Since yesterday, the first time I saw you, I feel like I've known you for so long that it makes me want to know you more. Rilley: But, Wonpil… You're an idol. Wonpil: Yeah, I know. But I haven't felt this kind of feeling ever. All I know is that I just want to spend more time with you, see you, talk to you, know you.

Rilley was left in awe, she doesn't know how to react with what Wonpil said. Because honestly, why would he say that? She's nobody, and Wonpil is a super star.

But that night, the car was filled with so much stories and laughter and sing-a-longs from the both of them. They finally arrived to Rilley's Airbnb, she's about to leave but Wonpil isn't ready to let her go yet.

Wonpil: Do you want to take a walk? Let's get an ice cream. Rilley: Well, I think I need to go since I'll be shooting again tomorrow… Last day. (She seemed to be sad about it) Wonpil: Oh, right… Then maybe I can take you home again tomorrow? Rilley: Aren't you busy? Why do have so much time. (She chuckles) Wonpil: I am busy. Hahaha but I'm making time for you.

Rilley stared at Wonpil stunned to speak.

Rilley: Hmm… Yeah, I'll see you when I see you, I guess? Goodnight, Wonpil. Thank you for tonight. I really appreciate you. Wonpil: Goodnight, Rilley. Hope you had fun.

On his way back to Gangdong, he was about to message Rilley and continue their chat… But he remembered they never asked for each other's contact number. Wonpil was really into Rilley, he doesn't even know why he's drawn to her this bad.

The last day of shooting began. Rilley had her scenes with Brian and Dowoon. Wonpil had other work schedule so he wasn't able to dropped by at the filming location.

Wonpil's POV: He kept checking his watch to check the time. He wants to finish his recording and voice lessons immediately so he can drop by at the location before they wrap up.

Wonpil: Hey Bri! Is the shoot done? Brian: Almost done! Why? Wonpil: Is Rilley still there? Brian: Rilley? I think she left already. Our scene with her was finished earlier than expected. I saw her greeted the staffs goodbye. Wonpil: Fuck. Okay, thanks. I'll try to drop by there. Brian: Sure. I'll let you know if we're about to leave.

It's about 8:30pm and Wonpil just finished his work.

"Why do I have to spend the rest of the day here at the company.", he uttered to himself.

Wonpil: Bri, you still at the location? Brian: We wrapped up. But we're eating around the area… Wanna join? Wonpil: Ah, nah.

"I wonder if Rilley's at her Airbnb already. The thing is, I don't even know what her unit number is…"

Regardless of him being clueless of Rilley's whereabouts, he gambled and drove to Hongdae and waited outside the building where Rilley's Airbnb is.

Hours passed, still no sign of Rilley. Around 11:30pm, a girl was walking towards the building. She was wearing black long coat with a white turtle neck underneath, almost a baggy jeans and a face mask. The surrounding was dim as there are few street lights covering the path way. But he immediately recognized it was Rilley.

Wonpil stood up and called out Rilley.

"Rilley.", he said.

Shocked and startled, Rilley faced Wonpil.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you."

"Huh? Why?"

"Remember that I wanted to walk you home today? But I didn't since I was at the company the whole day. I'm sorry."

"HAHAHA. Why are you sorry, you silly. I know you're busy. I did not expect anything, Pil. It's fine. Besides, the shoot was finished early."

"Since what time are you waiting here?"

"Hmm, I guess around 9pm…"

"HEY?! WHAT IF I'M ALREADY ASLEEP?! HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA STAY WAITING HERE?! ALSO, IT'S COLD OUT HERE!!!"

"HAHAHA C'mon, let's grab some food. I'm hungry."

"And you haven't ate dinner yet?!"

There was a nearby Pocha around the area, they settled and ordered some mandu, sundae and tteokbokki to share.

"How was your day, Rilley? Were you able to roam around to the tourist spots?"

"Yeah! Well, today I looked for a museum. Glad there's one near the filming location, so I went there before going to Myeong-dong to shop. I'm so tired! But that was fun. The shoot went smooth sailing! Brian and Dowoon was really caring during our scenes. Last night's get together really helped since I didn't feel any awkwardness to the both of them."

Rilley continued to yap and yap and yap non-stop about how her day went, and there Wonpil just listened and stared at her, agreeing to what she's saying. He found himself relaxed with Rilley that time.

It was a long day when Wonpil finally yawned.

"You're tired and sleepy. HAHAH you should go home now."

"Yeah, it was a long and tiring day… But at least I ended it with you. Felt relieved."

"You should go now."

"Can I stay?"

As much as Rilley want Wonpil to stay, she knows who Wonpil is… from the start, she doesn't want to take advantage of the opportunity she's given.

"Pil… Go home. You can't be seen like this. You know your status…"

"But…"

Rilley hugged him.

"Thanks for tonight, Pil. But I think you should stop whatever this is you're doing."

She left Wonpil behind, did not looked back and went inside the building.

Again, Wonpil didn't realized he didn't get Rilley's contact details.

Manager: Where are you? It's quarter to 4, Wonpil! Brian said he didn't see you at home!!!" Wonpil: Chill. I'm on my way home.

Shattered heart he left the area.

On his way home, he did thought how he can see Rilley again late that day. He has a tight schedule until the Sunday, so he's trying his best to plan out how to spend time with Rilley despite him not knowing if he'll ever see her again.

Three days passed without any trace of Rilley whenever Wonpil waits outside her building… He patiently waits outside, taking risk just to see her again.

He was worried since he knows that Rilley will be leaving Korea in few days and he haven't confessed what he feels for her.

The next day, it was the band's day off.

"Do you want to go shopping? We got a few hours to spare today." Brian asked. sungjin and Dowoon immediately agreed, but Wonpil was hesitant.

"What are you thinking, Pil?" - Dowoon

"You still think of that lead girl? What's her name again?" - Sungjin

"Rilley" Wonpil talked softly. "I just want to see her again."

"Dude, you know you're an idol right? You can't just do whatever you want and meet someone randomly." - Brian

"You don't even know her that much. It was just what, 3 days you two known each other. Not that we're judging Rilley, but Pil, you know how our industry goes." - Sungjin

"I know. I know. It's just that I felt strange connection with her. I want to know more about her."

"Sure, man. That's gonna fade away in few days. Believe me." - Dowoon

They went Seongdong to shop and unwind. It was a busy street regardless if it's a weekday. The band blended easily around the civilians and no special treatment or spotlight following them.

Seongdong was in Rilley's itinerary that day. She also took time to dropped around the area to shop and check this cafe she saw from Instagram.

After she found the place, she settled inside.

It was an aesthetic cafe, lots of pastries that she fell in love with as a bread addict. There were only few people in the cafe that adds to the calmness of the place. Rilley usually sits in the back corner of the places she's been to. She loves to observe people and stay out of the attention of many.

Not long enough, the boys got hungry and wanted to chill somewhere.

"Let's go in this cafe! I've been here before, I recommend this place a lot" - Sungjin

Following Sungjin, they went inside the cafe. The boys scanned the pastries laying in front of the store. Finally, they ordered couple of breads and drinks. Found a place for the four of them, settled down.

Mean while, Rilley's order came in, a butter croissant and matcha strawberry latte, all her favorite. Upon receiving the order, a tiny dance was out her body indication that she's happy and excited.

That drawn attention to Wonpil's peripheral vision regardless how corner Rilley's place is.

Wonpil's eyes immediately widen upon seeing Rilley at the cafe. He stood up, leaving the boys surprised and their eyes followed where Wonpil is heading.

While Rilley's doing her tiny dance and taking a photo of her orders, she noticed someone at her left side. She looked up and saw Wonpil's teary eyed.

"Rilley…" He whispered her name and smiled softly.

She felt her face burned in an instant. Her heart pounded, she thought "Korea is really a small country, noh?"

"Wonpil…"

"I thought I won't see you again."

Even though Rilley was filled with joy seeing her bias again. It doesn't seem right for them to be in this situation. Again, she knows her boundary as a normal person and a fan. She doesn't want to make any commotion about it and not to mention don't want to create any issue that could affect Wonpil and the band's image.

"Why are you here? Who's with you?"

"I'm with the boys…" Pointing towards them. "I dropped by your building for 3 nights in a row. Trying a luck to see you again."

"You are crazy, you know?"

"Yes. I told you that I want to know more about you. It's odd that I'm getting this feeling towards you. But I can't help it."

"Pil, we just met couple of days back. I guess you're just infatuated at the moment. Believe me it's going to fade."

As much as Rilley wants to reciprocate Wonpil's feeling for her, she knew that it won't work too. If she takes the risk, they'll be in a LDR situation, that anytime whatever they have will disappear like a bubble. That gives her a lot of courage to turn down Wonpil… Even if it's Kang Wonpil.

"I'll be leaving very soon. So it won't be hard for you to forget me."

"You think I can forget you? Remember you're in our music video?"

Dang, he has a point.

"Well, the thing is, we won't be talking again after I leave Korea. Also, you've got a lot of people to meet, so really, it's not hard."

"I'll hang out with you until you leave."

"Well, okay then. Hang out with me today, coz I'll be leaving tomorrow."

"Wait, I thought you have couple more days to spare?"

"I did rebooked my flight. I need to go home earlier than I planned. Also, why did you leave the boys there? You should be hanging out with them."

Wonpil held Rilley's hand, tight enough for her to be dragged gently towards the table where the rest of the boys at.

"Hey, Rilley!" - Sungjin & Dowoon

"Glad we bumped into you here. Wonpil's been crazy thinking about you since the last 3 days you both seen each other." - Brian

"Yah, stop." - Wonpil

"Yeah, I never would have imagined you guys here. Guess Korea's a small place…" - Rilley

"I think it's destiny that you two met here." - Sungjin

Both Rilley and Wonpil was caught off guard with what their Hyung said so they looked at each other.

Rilley's POV: Nope… It can't be destiny…

Wonpil's POV: I don't believe in destiny, but because of this, I think I'm starting to believe that it's true.

"So, where are you heading to, Rilley?" - Brian

"Well, I was just chillin' around the vicinity and doing last mi---" Before Rilley could even finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Wonpil.

"Can you extend your stay here? Just 3 more days. I'll clear my schedule so I could tour you around." - Wonpil

"Wonpil, you lost your mind, no?" - Dowoon

"You know we got a lot of things for work… What are you thinking, bud?" - Sungjin

Wonpil intentionally ignores the boys and fix his gaze to Rilley, waiting for her answer.

Rilley release a deep sigh before looking at Wonpil.

"Look, I don't want to take advantage this opportunity to meet you. Yes, I like you a lot… You're even my bias, but this is definitely not right. As much as I want to, we just can't be seen in public."

"Okay. Just for today…" hesitant to speak, but will regret if not conveyed, Wonpil said "Let me take you out, please?"

It was tough for Rilley to reject someone like Wonpil, but this ain't a movie where she's the leading lady and everything will fall into its place. It's the reality where a normal person like her cannot date a guy like him…

Rilley looked at the boys, seemingly asking for their approval. Brian nodded with a soft smile, followed by Sungjin's thumbs up and Dowoon's approval.

Not long enough, they parted ways with the boys and started their last journey together. The weather was great, cherry blossoms all over the place, falling like a morning dew. It was windy yet calm afternoon. Both of them walking side by side, quiet and seemingly waiting for each other to break the ice.

"So---" "Where---"

They both exclaimed at the same time, chuckling at the same time to release the awkwardness.

"You go first." - Wonpil

"Nah, you go first."

"Please, say it."

"You say it… You're the one who asked me out." Rilley laughed like he's teasing Wonpil at this point.

"Well, you're right. Hmm, so where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere. You wanted to tour me around, right? I bet you got good places to visit. So, take the lead." Rilley said gesturing her hand forward indicating Wonpil to guide the way. But instead, Wonpil held her hand and they both walked together.

---- to be continued ----

[marieanneline]

tddk music artist au where their love language is singing each others songs at their own concert

[fallinnflower]

01:01

mingyu x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort?, non-idol!au)

wc: 1.3k

a writing exercise i did with a friend using this prompt list and the prompts "when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right." and "i'm the one you've been looking for."

a/n: thanks everyone for being patient with me, i'm still working on some big projects (vampire!DPR Ian and also vampire!BamBam [same universe], vampire!Jun, part 2 of river god!Wonpil, a Wonwoo fic based loosely on Kiki's Delivery Service... send help) in the works but wanted to post a little something <3

As soon as you get into your apartment's living room, you flop onto the couch on your stomach, paying no mind to the makeup you're probably smudging onto the throw pillow. Now just isn't the time. Future you can worry about cleaning it. 

Familiar footsteps follow you into the living room and a knee gently nudges the side of your stomach; you roll so your back is pressed against the back of the couch and Mingyu can lie down in the remaining space. He settles on his side, facing you with his hand propping up his head. His eyes glimmer slightly, and he gives you a wry smile,

"Well, happy anniversary," he says. You groan and look away from him, pressing your face into the couch cushions. He chuckles at your exaggerated reaction and gently reaches over to start undoing the elaborate updo you'd pinned your hair into. 

"What a night," he continues, pulling the bobby pins out one by one. You still refuse to look up, embarrassed and frustrated. 

It wasn't like it was anyone's fault, really, that all your evening plans had gone to total shit. First was the unexpected downpour that ruined your plans of a nice walk before dinner forcing you to frantically hail a cab while huddled under his expensive suit jacket. You'd already felt apologetic over that, and then your distracted cab driver missed a turn, which you thought was bad enough because you would be late for the reservation at this rate. 

But then it had to get worse (because of course it had to get worse) when the cabbie rear-ended another car because they were too busy yelling at someone on the phone. The two of you had to spend another two hours huddled under a shop awning, answering questions for the police officers that came to assess the scene. Thankfully, nobody was seriously hurt, but you still cried so much that everyone kept asking if you needed them to call paramedics. 

That was part of why you didn't want to look at Mingyu. No doubt your face was a mess, not to mention your hair, which he was now methodically freeing from the style you had spent so long on. 

You'd just wanted it to be perfect. You only have one first wedding anniversary, after all. To avoid crying more, you keep your face pressed into the cushions, not responding to your husband. More gently, then, he asks,

"Hey, you're sure you're okay, right?" You sniffle. Goddamnit. 

"Yeah," you croak. "I just… feel bad." Mingyu chuckles. 

"I know, but it isn't your fault," he reassures you. It should make you feel better, but it doesn't. You know Mingyu isn't bothered — this sort of thing doesn't faze him quite like it does you — but you still feel anxious and upset. Is this some kind of warning of impending doom in your relationship? Just the thought makes you feel sick to your stomach. 

You finally turn your face again so you can breathe more easily and find Mingyu smiling at you, concern still clear in his eyes. The couch cushion feels rough against your cheek, still a bit sensitive from all the crying and being out in the cold. 

"I think we have ramen," Mingyu says. "Should I make some? Are you hungry?" Your lower lip trembles as tears start welling up again, and this time you press your forehead into Mingyu's shoulder to hide your face. 

"How are you so calm?" you sputter. "How are you not— not upset?" 

"What, upset at you? You didn't do anything. And the driver didn't get away with being reckless, so I don't need to worry about that, either," he says calmly. When you only continue to sniffle pathetically, he changes his approach a bit,

"Or maybe I'm just too nice. I still remember when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say I was too sweet for my own good. Maybe he was right."

You let out an extremely undignified snort and lift your head to look at him. 

"As if. My dad never said anything like that," you tease. "Plus, 'all those years ago?' It's not like we met as kids or something. We met in college." Mingyu pouts at you, but his eyes glimmer playfully. 

"It sounds so much less romantic when you say that," he whines. 

"Well, you've always been the romantic one," you retort, but Mingyu is quick to counter you,

"No, no— I still remember that letter you wrote me when the semester was ending, when you said I was the one you'd been looking for—"

"Shut up!" you cry, placing your hands over his mouth. On top of everything else tonight, you don't want to be reminded of your embarrassing confession via love letter from years ago. You'd been a lovestruck student afraid you would lose your chance forever when you wrote that letter, and certainly hadn't expected that Mingyu had also been harboring a secret crush on you that would lead to marriage. It had been corny and sappy all because you thought you wouldn't see him again! Oh, how your actions had come back to haunt you. 

You can feel Mingyu smiling under your palms, and it only makes your face get hotter. Eventually, you remove your hands from his face and snuggle up closer to his chest, pressing your forehead into his shoulder again. 

"You're so annoying," you murmur, and you can feel the laughter reverberate through Mingyu's chest as he winds an arm around you. 

"But you still married me," he says. You smile. It still gives you butterflies, thinking of Mingyu as your husband, still so fresh a sensation. It's only been a year, after all. 

"Yeah," you reply. "I did."

Mingyu holds you for a few minutes, gently combing his fingers through your hair as you calm down. Eventually, he broaches the subject of dinner again, now that it's been hours since you were supposed to have eaten. 

"Do you want to shower while I make the ramen?" he asks, and you nod. Mingyu gets up off the couch as you sit up and stretch, noticing the lingering dampness in your hair and dress. A shower definitely sounds nice. You start making your way down the hallway, then turn back to face the living room. 

You watch as Mingyu attempts to straighten out his crumpled, damp button-down shirt, and smile to yourself. 

"Actually," you start, causing Mingyu to stop what he was doing and look up at you out of curiosity. "Do you… wanna join me? It's our anniversary, after all." You can feel your face warming up, but it's worth the slight embarrassment just to see the surprise on your husband's face. Sometimes he can seem so innocent. 

It only takes him a moment to snap out of it though, and cross the living room to meet you in the hallway with a broad grin. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you without hesitation.

"That sounds perfect," he says, practically purring, and you let out a surprised yelp when he suddenly scoops you up bridal style. You throw your arms around his neck and lean against him, giggling. As you look up into his face, all your irritation and upset from earlier melts away. Why should it matter if you went to a fancy restaurant or just ate ramen at home? All you want is to be together — that's why you got married. 

As Mingyu sets you down in the bathroom, you keep your arms looped around his neck and give him a kiss of your own. 

"Happy first anniversary, Gyu." He smiles that big, toothy grin you love so much, the one that makes him look like a happy puppy. 

"Happy anniversary, Y/N. The first of many."

It turns out to be a pretty good night, after all.

[prettywordsyouleft]

VVIP

Pairing: Day6 x female reader

Genre: fluff

Tropes: idol au, meet cute, emotional fluff, fan service, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentioning loosely of the passing of a loved one

Word count: 3070

Author’s Note: So, I came up with this idea for my best friend @this-song-thats-only-for-you when she mentioned a rock band was a VVIP at her workplace the other day. She works at the airport, and Wonpil started to bug me about writing a cute little scenario of her being at work and her favourite band coming through the doors. What I wasn’t prepared for was how emotional this story would get for me to write, given Sem and I were meant to be going to see Day6 with Mum in concert this weekend. Most of you know, my Mum passed away in December, and we haven’t been able to afford going to see them live. This has turned into a little healing piece for us both. I hope you enjoy it too.

Anyway, Sem, this one’s for us. I can’t wait to watch a Day6 concert with you on Saturday xx

“Did you hear?” Bee started and you lifted your head from the buffet you were clearing out to look at her. “We have VVIPs coming in today.”

“We do?” you repeated, your mind running through the itinerary of potential guests for the private airport lounge you worked in. Collecting another empty tray from the influx of passengers who had demolished the buffet over the past two hours, you followed Bee into the kitchen. You were still clueless about who the special guests meant to be arriving were. “Who?”

“Some rock band,” she said with a shrug, and whilst you were curious, you didn’t think too much of it either and went back out to get more trays for the service team to clean. You were on the desk today, so you could be greeting whatever rockstars were meant to be coming through. The last thing you needed was to get pasta sauce on your uniform helping the kitchen staff clean up whilst the lounge was closed between arriving and departing flights.

“I don’t think you’ll be here for it though,” Bee tacked on when she came back out to assist you. Of course, she had to say something that didn’t affect your shift at all. You rolled your eyes at her as she grinned.

“Well, you better make sure your food is top-notch or else you know who will complain,” you teased, and Bee dropped a serving spoon with a clunk into another empty tray.

She shuddered dramatically. “Don’t manifest that! Yesterday, she complained to me about work I wasn’t even here for.”

“Of course. It’s your fault you weren’t here to do it,” you remarked, moving your tongue into your cheek naughtily. It was nice to be able to vent to your workmate who got your assistant manager’s nitpicking woes.

Rockstars all forgotten about, you helped with refreshing the buffet and drinks before the lounge opened again.

You only had an hour left to your shift, and since no one was coming through the doors, you were texting your best friend Elle about afternoon plans once you got home. Hearing the lounge door ding before opening, you quickly deposited your phone onto a hidden shelf and pasted on a smile to greet the new arrivals before lifting your gaze up.

“Hello, welcome to the lounge, how can I assist….”

Blinking furiously, you then froze. Surely, you were dreaming, right?

“Hello?” a man, presumably a manager, said in accented English, holding out a business card and boarding passes.

With names you recognised. Holy shit.

“Uh. Hello,” you managed, trying not to break out into a sweat. “Hi. Um. Welcome. Do you have passes into the lounge today?”

Were they the rock band Bee had mentioned?

“No, but we can purchase entrance, correct?”

“Yes, you can.”

“Excellent. It will be quiet in here.”

You almost laughed hysterically, your hands trembling as you took the held-out information and checked it over. There were three others you didn’t know, but the names Yoon Dowoon, Park Sungjin, Kang Younghyun, and Kim Wonpil you did.

Intimately.

Gods. Your cheeks had to be scarlet by now. It was by some miracle you were able process the payment and not combust into flames on the spot.

“Shouldn’t you be in Auckland, not here?” you wondered, and then froze again momentarily when you realised you said it out loud.

“I knew it!” Younghyun, more known to you as Young K, exclaimed, laughing with satisfaction and leaning passed another member of their group. “You know who we are, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Are you a fan of our band Day6?” Sungjin asked, and you had to commit this all to memory. Elle was going to absolutely flip when you told her.

“Of course, she is.”

“Let her answer,” Dowoon scolded the older members, and you nodded.

“Are you coming to our concert?” Wonpil asked with earnest, and you sighed. He picked up on it. “No?”

“Uh, my best friend and I really wanted to go. With her mother. She was a bigger fan than us somehow.” You stopped, letting out a watery laugh thinking about the rocky last few months your best friend and adopted family had been through. Of how you had all planned to go up to Auckland tomorrow for the concert on Saturday. It was strange how life could tip you all upside down and change everything into a different perspective. How could you tell the waiting members of your favourite band that you couldn’t attend their concert without bursting into tears? You settled on saying, “But uh, no.”

“No?” Younghyun probed, frowning. You swallowed down the emotion in your throat and he smiled kindly. “That’s too bad. At least we got to meet you now.”

Their manager, who had walked off, only to realise they hadn’t followed, came back and started talking in fast-paced Korean to the group, Wonpil shooting you a polite smile whilst listening. You were standing there, somewhat smiling back at a man you had watched for years online, had sung heartily along with when listening to their songs, and had his beautiful face as your lockscreen on your phone right now.

What even was this life?

“Yeah, yeah,” Brian replied in English, shooting you an easy smile and translating what had been said for your benefit. “We were hungry, so of course we need to utilise our time before our next flight to eat first. It’s nice meeting you… Y/N.”

You startled at him knowing your name until you realised he had paused to read your name tag. You nodded dizzily. “Please enjoy your meal.”

And as soon as you watched them go over to a table and dump their belongings down at it and then head over to the food, you had already broken work protocol by not asking first and pushed call on your phone. “Elle,” you squeaked out, trying not to hyperventilate.

“What’s wrong?”

“How fast do you think you could drive across town? No, don’t drive. You won’t be able to when I tell you what I have to say right now. Actually, you need to get in the car and come here right now! I’ll pay for parking.”

“Are you alright?!”

“No? Yes? I don’t know! Elle, you’ll never guess who’s—” Whimpering when you realised who was standing in front of you again, you blinked several times at Wonpil.

“I uh, just wanted to tell you that your friend should drive very safely. We have three hours here.”

Oh god, how had he heard you from over here? Unless he was watching you.

“Wh-what?”

“Y/N… did I just hear. No, I can’t be. I’m going insane, right?”

Wonpil smiled brightly, somehow hearing Elle’s voice. “Can I?”

“You want my phone?”

“Please.”

“Uh, sure,” you said shakily, handing the device over to your biggest celebrity crush, and watched dumbfoundedly as he spoke to your best friend on the phone.

“Hello, are you Y/N’s best friend who loves our group Day6? Please drive safely. We don’t want you hurt in any way.”

“She can’t get through,” you murmured, thinking of security reasons, and dashed away from the desk and into your boss’ office. Thankfully, the more level-headed one.

“Y/N?”

“I have a huge favour to ask. Can we get a visitor pass?”

“What? What’s going on?”

You explained loosely the absolute miracle that was unfolding, unsure how you were even still upright. Your boss was already signing the visitor pass before you were finished. Smiling warmly at you, your boss patted your arm. “Breathe, Y/N. Go back out and finish your shift, if you can. Can you?”

You nodded, clutching the pass to your chest. “I can.”

“Good. You know, it’s crazy that we have more than one rock band turn up today. The Sex Pistols are arriving on a flight later.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Go enjoy your unexpected arrivals first,” she said with a laugh at your evident little interest in the true VVIPs of the day.

You walked back out more confidently than you were before and realised you had left Wonpil with your phone. He’d obviously hung up the call and was cradling your device against himself, his cheeks a little pink as he handed it over. “Thank you.”

“Elle said she would drive safely.”

“Good. I got a pass for her to get in,” you told him, strangely feeling braver now. “Thank you for being so kind.”

“You can’t come to our concert for a reason, we can tell.”

You nodded, somewhat dejectedly.

“So, we can do this,” he added, and you raised your eyes to meet his. He smiled warmly. “We want to.”

“I…” Trailing off, you blinked back another wave of emotion. “Thank you,” you whispered and looked down at your phone. You accidentally hit a button and your lock screen brightened, the face of the man before you clearly there.

“Uh, nice lock screen,” he mumbled and then hurried back to the table where the others were eating.

You don’t know how you didn’t just melt away right then from mortification, realising his pink cheeks were from seeing that when he hung up before.

He must think I’m insane.

Somehow, you were able to return to being professional and served several more customers before you received a text from Elle saying she was just getting a park in the express stay area. Looking at the time, you only had ten minutes left of your shift, so you continued with your handover tasks to a colleague and then moved into the kitchen to make sure there were no remaining jobs you needed to do before clocking out.

Bee sidled up to you when you were collecting your belongings. “So. What’s going on that made you run to Lynda before?”

“Not much.”

“Nothing to do with the cute guys over there that keep looking at you?” She gestured to the small window that showed out into the lounge.

You flushed. “They’re a Korean rock band.”

“You’re joking?”

“No. And they’re my favourite band. Lynda gave a pass for my friend to get in. I don’t even know how it happened. One minute I was serving them. And then I was just ringing Elle to let her know and they overheard me and told me how long they’re here for.”

“So, they’re cool with this?”

“They seem to be since they know we can’t go to their concert on Saturday.”

“Ohhh,” your workmate breathed, nodding once. “That concert. Hey, this is pretty cool. Reckon I could get their autograph?”

“You don’t even know who they are,” you replied with a laugh and Bee grinned.

“No, but they’re famous, right? Who knows, I could come to like them.”

You side-eyed your friend knowingly and then shrugged. “Probably. They’re decent people.”

“It seems it. Oh, your phone is buzzing. Better answer it.”

Waving off Bee, you collected your bag and then answered the phone to a breathless Elle. “I’m here. Now what do I do?”

You agreed for Elle to wait at a place you both knew of in the terminal and then headed out to meet her and bring her through security. She was vibrating with excited nerves when you found her, her hands rushing out to grip you.

“How have you not fainted?!”

“I almost did.”

“Wonpil spoke to me on the phone, Y/N. Kim Wonpil. You have seen your idol in person!”

“I know. And Dowoon, and Sungjin and Young K too.”

“Lord, what are we doing here? What did you say for this to occur?”

Thinking back, you shook your head. “I think it was what I didn’t say. They had no idea I was ringing you and then it just snowballed. I just had to tell you. I wasn’t going to invade their private space, just meet up with you here so we could have a late lunch and be in the same building as Day6. That was all!”

Elle laughed a little forcefully. “And now I’m going to meet them?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow. I don’t know. This is insane.”

“It’s so like them to be kind like this too.”

Elle nodded. “Definitely. Okay. Let’s do this before I overthink it.”

Going through security, you realised your best friend hadn’t been on this side of the airport before as she swung her head this way and that, looking at all the shops and sights that were foreign to her. Leading her through to the lounge you worked in, you greeted Donna at the desk and held up the pass for Elle, your other hand gripping your best friend nervously.

You didn’t quite understand how seeing Day6 had rendered you like this. On some level, it was normal discourse between a fan and an idol, but you felt juvenile for some reason. You could tell Elle was reaching the edge of her tether, the girl who didn’t like to cry in public blinking furiously now.

“Oh hey, you’re back,” Younghyun greeted brightly, picking up a napkin and wiping his mouth and hands before getting up. “And you’re the best friend, right?”

Elle did what you never expected. She burst into tears. Which was the worst thing she could have done because you could feel your own emotions rising. Without hesitation, Younghyun pulled her into a hug, trying to laugh it off. You knew why she was crying though. On some level, it had to do with them being a group you’d both followed from debut, but seeing the four members who had no idea that they had been such a solace and joy to her mother during her last months alive was too much. Somehow, she managed to say so, and with Younghyun translating to the others, as well as their general understanding of English, the smiles faded, and you watched as the four members, and even their crew, showed genuine sympathy and awe.

“We just thought we were doing a nice thing,” Sungjin said with a short laugh, rubbing the back of his head with one hand whilst he held Elle’s hand that he had reached out for when she was explaining the loss.

Dowoon had moved to give you a hug, which was comforting, more than you had expected. It was a barrier that only fan and idol could cross without it being too much, and you were thankful that all the years loving on such genuine boys had paid off. They were decent humans, and you knew you would continue to support them forever.

Wonpil cleared his throat in a quiet moment, his voice sounding a little hoarse. You realised he had cried whilst you had been in Dowoon’s embrace. “What was your Mum’s favourite song?”

You and Elle both said Deep in Love at the same time, and it went unspoken, as all four members shared a look, that they would do something. Still, as you spent the rest of the time they gave you taking pics, talking, and getting things signed, you didn’t realise how kind their final gift would be, even after they had hugged you each and truly made your lives brighter.

“Well,” Elle said, hitting play on the video you had up on the TV, the sounds of a familiar band starting up. “Good luck on stage tonight, Day6.”

“Watching this concert is a good consolation,” you mentioned, reaching for some M&Ms and nestling back into the sofa.

Elle nodded. “Would have been epic in person tonight. But how many Kiwi Myday can say they have a whole camera roll of Day6 on it?”

“And a video of them singing acapella just for them.”

“A true blessing. I still can’t believe it.” Elle grinned. “Did you know Younghyun said I was even prettier because of my tears when I realised how terrible the photos would look after I sobbed so much?”

“You’ve told me,” you reminded her kindly with a smile. “But you do look pretty in the photos.”

“Not as good as you and Wonpil in your new lockscreen photo. He was so cute when he hugged you like that.”

You tapped the screen of your phone to watch it light up, having no idea Bee had snapped you such a candid moment. Of course, the woman had come over to get a signature that they had been all too happy to give to her. What you hadn’t realised was her taking a photo of Wonpil hugging you. She didn’t hear what he had said to you when he had though, thank goodness.

“Thank you for loving us. I won’t forget this moment.”

It made you smile brighter as you got settled into watching the concert from a few years back. You were over an hour and a half in when Elle sat up suddenly, her phone in her hand.

“Holy shit. I had a friend at the concert tonight and I didn’t know. She’s just sent me something.”

“What?”

Leaning over, Elle hit play on a video to show you both. It was the large screen in Spark Arena, focusing on Younghyun, who looked over and Sungjin and then smiled.

Sungjin cleared his throat, pulling the mic closer to himself. “So we have a song that we haven’t played at any other concert on this tour.”

“Oh my God,” Elle breathed, blindly reaching out to grip your forearm.

“That’s right,” Younghyun added, grinning out at the crowd. “We met some fans at the airport the other day who couldn’t make it to the concert. They really touched us with their story why, and tonight we want them to know we’re singing a song for a special lady we wished we had gotten to meet.”

Tears started to blur the video in front of you, and Elle was openly sobbing.

Wonpil leaned into his microphone. “This song is Deep in Love, and we hope you can hear us from here, Kay.”

It was hard on the first watch through to even hear the song with how hard you were both crying. But after a few replays, you were able to enjoy the song and tribute to your family member.

Elle held the phone to her chest. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received.”

“And to think they weren’t even the real VVIPs to come in that day to the lounge.”

Elle frowned. “Was there meant to be one?”

“Yeah. Another rock group. But Day6 were definitely the band I’d rather have a meet-cute with.”

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friends!!! i need help

[dearly-somber]

All Alone | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. badboy!younghyun x unpopular kid!reader (f)

-> genre. high school!au, angst, unrequited love, pining, happy ending

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1729

-> warnings. none

-> a/n. This was honestly kind of all over the place but it’s near to my heart

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 00:41

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022, 21:40

You sat with your headphones covering your ears, listening to music and scrolling through Instagram.

You massaged your temple while glaring at the girls hovering around Yoon Dowoon, one of the most popular guys in your class. You continued glaring at them, noticing how Younghyun, one of the other popular ('bad boy') guys in not only your class but your entire school, glared at those same girls.

Before you could get up to confront the Dowoon Fanclub, Younghyun beat you to it:

"Would you people shut up?" One of the girls raised her hand as if she were going to hit him. He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing as Dowoon pushed up from the chair and left the class, his Fanclub not far behind. You sighed, Sungjin and Wonpil who were sitting in front of you turning around in their chairs to look at you.

"What's up with you?" Wonpil asked you, propping his chin on his forearm. You look him over before you took off your headphones.

"What's it to you?" Sungjin laughed, Wonpil elbowing him playfully. You couldn't help but smile at them. They were kinda cute, what could you say?

When the two guys went quiet and you saw Sungjin staring at Eunhi, Jaehyung's childhood best friend. It clicked immediately.

He liked her.

The thought alone made your heart ache painfully. And don't get it wrong, it wasn't because you liked Sungjin. It was just because you knew what he was going through. Biting the inside of your cheek your gaze found its way to Younghyun. Younghyun, who was on his phone and had such a nice side profile and— you shook your head. Get out of your head.

"Is there something on my face?"

Your eyes widened as you heard the familiar voice of Kang Younghyun. You had to swallow nervously, feeling everyone's eyes trained on your face. You were known as the quiet-but-not-to-be-messed-with kid in the class. Most people steered clear of you since you were pretty intimidating with hard stares and looks of dislike. The only people anyone knew you talked to regularly was Wonpil and Sungjin, and on occasion class-clown Jaehyung.

"You just gonna ignore me, then?"

Younghyun turned his phone face-down on his desk. You kept quiet, still staring at him like a kid with their hand stuck in a cookie jar. From out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eunhi get up from her chair. She stood up in front of you, obscuring your figure from Younghyun's fox-like eyes.

"Cut it out, Younghyun." She warned him. You tried to say something but your voice just refused to work. You hated this situation. You knew that Eunhi liked Younghyun. And from what you had noticed recently, Younghyun liked her back. This was why your and Sungjin's situation was so relatable. You both could sympathize for each other.

"Isn't it obvious?" Your head snapped to the side, gaze landing on Dowoon.

"What is?" Younghyun asked him, standing up.

"Don't you dare, Yoon Dowoon." You warned, suddenly having regained your voice. Dowoon smirked, taking a daring step forward. He made eye contact with Younghyun, hands in his pocket.

"She—" before he even had a chance to utter the words, you tackled him down, your hand covering his mouth as you straddled him. You had a hand around his throat, having put it there subconsciously.

"Wow, Y/N. Shouldn't you get a room before showing off your bedroom antics?" Kim Seokjin, the pretty boy of the school said with a smirk. Going red in the face, you sprung up. Dowoon looked shocked, a pink hue tinting his ears as he stared at you open mouthed. You hadn't even realized how Younghyun was staring at you, Wonpil and Sungjin completely speechless.

"Do me next!" Jeon Jungkook called, snickering with his group of friends. Grabbing a book from Sungjin's table you chucked it at Jungkook and his friends. Jungkook ducked, looking at you wide eyed. You turned to Dowoon, pointing at him threateningly.

"Keep your mouth shut or I’ll tell your mom you’re sleeping around."

The class hollered at your comment, Dowoon going pink in the face.

You grabbed your things, rushing out of the room. You bit down on your lip, pushing past Younghyun gently and jogging out. If it wasn't already obvious, that was sure to sell you out. Sungjin glared at Dowoon, pushing past Eunhi and Younghyun to go after you. Younghyun looked over everyone in utter confusion. "What the hell just happened?" He asked as Eunhi turned to look after Sungjin. Did he suddenly like Y/N? Hadn't he confessed to her on the day when she helped Younghyun get away from his dick of a boss? Biting her lip, Eunhi went to sit back next to Jaehyung.

———

You were sitting in the park with Sungjin. It was just past 7pm, and the night breeze was soothing.

"He makes my heart ache..." You sniffled, leaning against his shoulder. Sungjin bit his lower lip. Once again, they were in the same situation.

"I'm so sick and tired of loving him when I know he doesn't love me back..." You cried. Sungjin felt so hopeless. He slowly shifted so that your face was pressed into his shoulder, his shirt slowly getting wet with tears.

Still crying into his shirt, you choked out what you were feeling, not at all aware of Younghyun who was hiding behind a tree in his work clothes:

"I'm alone..." You wailed, clutching at Sungjin's shirt as if it were your lifeline. Younghyun turned to look at you and his heart broke. Slowly. It broke agonizingly slow. "Only the cold night air is by my side." You continued, pressing yourself into Sungjin.

"You have me, Y/N. You have me..." Sungjin soothed, patting your back gently. You cried, your breathing ragged as you held onto Sungjin. Younghyun left soon after that, heading into the convenience store where he was working. When he got there he layed on the counter, phone in hand as he tried his best not to think about you and how you were crying now, and all because of him. He was so dense. How hadn't he realized how Y/N, one of the coldest people he had ever met was so much gentler towards him?—

"Younghyun!" He snapped out of his reverie, looking up to make eye contact with Eunhi.

"Eunhi, hey!" He said with a smile, though he was sure it didn't reach his eyes.

"When do you finish? I saw the park near here is empty. It would be great for some stargazing!"

"Wait, it's empty? Sungjin and Y/N weren't there?" Eunhi looked nervous as she nodded.

"Yeah. I went to say 'hi' but Y/N suddenly got up and left. And she took Sungjin with her before I could even say 'hello'. She looked upset..." Eunhi muttered, trailing off as she realized that Younghyun wasn't listening anymore.

"I don't think I can go tonight. Some other time, maybe?" He asked, distracted with whatever he was thinking about.

"Uh, yeah.. Sure."

When Younghyun left that night, he finally realized something... He screwed up big time.

———

You entered the classroom that morning, hand in hand with Sungjin and a tired smile on your face. When you sat down the class hollered, Wonpil looking at the two of you with a smile.

"What'd I miss?" He asked. You shook your head, letting go of Sungjin's hand reluctantly.

"I think I've finally gotten over him." You said quietly. Sungjin smiled at you and you smiled back. Deep down you knew you weren't over him. Sungjin knew that too. But you two could work through the pain together. You yelped as you were dragged out of the room by your wrist. You turned around to confront them but your voice died in your throat at the sight of Younghyun so up close and personal. Your heart was beating in the back of your throat. His hands were soft against your skin and—

"I need to talk to you." He said, his voice sending shivers down your spine. As he continued pulling you along, he was stopped when Sungjin grabbed his arm tightly.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said.

The tension was thick enough to suffocate you. Younghyun glared at Sungjin, quite a bit taller than him. He stepped closer. "Get your hands off of me." He snarled. You gently took Sungjin's hand from Younghyun's arm, looking at him.

"He's—" You cleared your throat, willing your voice to go higher than a whisper.

"We're just going to talk." You assured him gently. Younghyun felt the jealously welling in his chest with how gentle you were with Sungjin. Sungjin let him go slowly, glaring at him warningly. Younghyun stared at him as he took you away.

Standing outside, you leaned against the wall and watched him nervously. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he stared you down, hands in his pockets.

"Is there something on my face?" You quoted him, a nervous smile on your face as he chuckled.

"Cute..." He muttered. Jaw dropping, you looked at him in complete shock.

"Did you just...?"

"Uh. Listen, Y/N. I uh.. saw you, last night. With Sungjin."

You went silent immediately. That means he...

"You saw me break down didn't you..." You looked down. He pitied you. You're never meeting him like this again.

"Pity. I have to go." You said, voice breaking near the end. Before you could though, Younghyun put his hands on either side of you, efficienctly confining you. Your heart was beating so quickly you were sure that you would faint soon.

"It's not that, Y/N. I just... I realized that instead of trying to avoid my feelings for you and leading Eunhi on—"

"You.. You what?" You asked completely blanking out.

"I like you, Y/N. I just couldn't find the confidence to tell you—" before he could finish you cupped his cheeks, effectively shutting him up.

With no afterthought, you brought him closer, standing on your toes and bringing your lips together. Younghyun was shocked for a moment, but his hand quickly moved to your waist, pulling you closer. After a moment or two more you pulled back and hugged him.

"Thank you for loving me back..." You whispered. Younghyun smiled, hugging you back tightly.

"Always."

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G: Seventeen P: S.Coups x reader P: Yoon Jeonghan x reader P: Joshua Hong x reader P: Jun x reader P: Hoshi x reader P: Jeon Wonwoo x reader P: Lee Jihoon x reader P: DK x reader P: Kim Mingyu x reader  P: The8 x reader P: Boo Seungkwan x reader P: Vernon x reader P: Dino x reader

G: Stray Kids P: Bang Chan x reader P: Lee Know x reader P: Seo Changbin x reader P: Hwang Hyunjin x reader P: Han x reader P: Felix Lee x reader P: Kim Seungmin x reader P: I.N x reader

G: TXT P: Choi Yeonjun x reader  P: Choi Soobin x reader P: Choi Beomgyu x reader P: Kang Taehyun x reader P: Heuningkai x reader

G: Twice P: Park Jihyo x reader P: Im Nayeon x reader P: Yoo Jeongyeon x reader P: Hirai Momo x reader P: Minatozaki Sana x reader P: Myoui Mina x reader P: Kim Dahyun x reader P: Son Chaeyoung x reader P: Chou Tzuyu x reader

G: WayV P: Qian Kun x reader P: Ten x reader P: WinWin x reader P: Xiaojun x reader P: Hendery x reader P: Liu YangYang x reader

G: Xdinary Heroes P: Goo Gunil x reader P: Kim Jungsu x reader P: Gaon x reader P: O.de x reader P: Jun Han x reader P: Lee Jooyeon x reader

Rating Tags R: D = Dark fics without smut/suggestive scenes. R: DNSFW = Dark fics with dark themes included in the smut/suggestive scenes. R: NSFW R: SFW

Type tags T: Adventure T: Angst T: Arranged marriage au T: Best friend's sibling (best friend's brother/sister) T: Comedy (covers crack/humour) T: Canon idolverse T: College au (college/uni) T: Coworkers to lovers T: Dark T: Doctor au T: Enemies to lovers T: Established relationship T: Exes to lovers T: Fake dating au T: Fantasy T: Fluff T: Friends to lovers (includes best friends to lovers) T: Future (anything set in the future) T: Historical au (anything not modern) T: Hybrid au T: Idolverse (non canon idol fics) T: Mafia au (includes gang/criminal) T: Monster au (includes werewolves, vampires etc) T: Neighbours au T: Office au T: Platonic (no romantic or sexual relationships) T: Racers (cars, motorbikes, street racing, legal racing etc) T: Rivals (includes rivals to lovers) T: Roommates (includes roommates to lovers) T: Royalty au T: Sci Fi (aliens, space, robots etc) T: Sex worker au (cam work, porn, prostitution etc) T: Sibling's best friend (brother's/sister's best friend) T: Single parent au T: Smut T: Step relation (step brother/sister/father/mother) T: Suggestive T: Supernatural (ghosts, spirits, demons etc) T: Teacher au

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Dark Theme tags DW: Abuse depictions (includes domestic/child/animal) DW: Abuse mentions (includes domestic/child/animal) DW: Blasphemy (includes negative religious themes) DW: Blood play (sexual) DW: Cheating (sexual and non) DW: Consensual non consent DW: Death (of a minor/background character) DW: Drugs (not painkillers/weed) DW: Dubious consent DW: Eating disorder mention DW: Kidnapping DW: Medical (diseases/hospital stays etc) DW: Mental health DW: Monsterfucking DW: Morally questionable (morally grey/dark) DW: Self harm mention DW: Serious injury (bigger injuries like stab wounds etc, not bruises etc) DW: Sex work (prostitution, cam work, porn etc) DW: Suicide mention DW: Stepcest  DW: Temporary character death DW: Weapons (non sexual) DW: Weapon play (includes gunplay and knife play)

More tags will be added to the Index if we expand our Artist List or a Resident writes a genre that is not currently on our Tag Index.

Updated: 19/04/2025.

[erreversible]

mind reading au [youngpil]

WIP day6 fic young k/wonpil

preview:

“What did you just say?” Younghyun asks, over the swooping freefall of his insides. The sound of his own voice, the loud chatter in the restaurant, the sizzle of the meat on the grill between them — all suddenly sound very far away. His skin feels prickly, hot, then cold, then hot again. It feels like a nightmare.

He’s so off kilter it takes him a second to realize Wonpil hadn’t actually spoken out loud.

“Mm?” Wonpil doesn’t seem to notice Younghyun had just read his mind. He’s utterly immersed in looking for the next thing to put on his plate, hands clasped before his chest.

Look up, Younghyun thinks at him.

Of course, Wonpil can’t hear him. After surveying the cluttered table, he finally picks up his glass of beer and stares into it. Tipsy already, going by the pink of his ears.

“Wonpil-ah,” Younghyun says.

“Mm.”

“Look here for a second.”

“Why?” Wonpil asks, but he does. Their eyes meet.

Warmth. That’s what hits him first, square in the chest. It’s familiar, the same kind of warmth Younghyun feels on quiet nights when it’s just the two of them and they get talk about the things they never talk about during the day. But underneath that warmth, there’s a current of prickly dread, mirroring Younghyun’s. A thundering heartbeat. Fear and anticipation mixing into a dizzying sludge. Then comes the vague shape of a thought:

Say it again.

“Wonpil-ah,” Younghyun says instinctively. Wonpil blinks in surprise, eyes quickly flicking away, but not before Younghyun catches that — a flush of pleasure crawling liquid down Wonpil’s spine. The shadow of it fades fast, leaving Younghyun cold.

His arm moves on its own, finding his cup of somaek and raising it. “Cheers.”

“Ah. Cheers,” Wonpil murmurs, biting his lip.

Fuck. Younghyun tilts his head back and downs the glass.

to be continued…

[misswoozi]

which idols do you headcanon/write as completely gay?

For male idols

Jimin

Sehun

Wooyoung

Jongho

Junhui

Taehyun

Wonpil

Sungjae

Minhyuk (BTOB)

Ten

Haechan

Taeyong

Kyungsoo

Jongin

(in theory, I COULD consider Hongjoong, Taemin and/or Minghao as being bisexual but I've never been convinced in any real way so I currently write them as being gay. But my mind is open to being changed, especially because I've loved one scenario in which Hongjoong and Mingi had a threesome with a female partner but Hongjoong mostly focused on Mingi AND because there's a headcanon about Taemin in a Fallout AU where he would be romantically involved with a female character. My mind is open on the subject!)

For female idols

Jeongyeon

Chaeyoung

Seulgi

Ryujin

Dami

Moonbyul

Yuri

Seohyun

Jisoo

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Ateez - Character Concept

Lore: 'An Empire of Dreams and Illusions'

[faerie prince!ateez au]

[Name/Titles]

Kim Hongjoong Prince of Light

[Kingdom]

Kingdom of Scorpio

[Cities]

Antares (Capital) Acrab Jabbah Schubba Sargas

[Sea]

The Topaz Sea

[Animal Form]

Lion

[Court members]

Got7 (Jaebeom as Right Hand, Yugyeom as Captain of Guard) Red Velvet (Seulgi as Head Healer)

[Powers]

Bending light Burning with light Great affinity for healing Only magic to break through illusions 'Unheal'

[Appearance]

Ginger hair Blue eyes Translucent orange wings

[Name/Titles]

Park Seonghwa Prince of Dark

[Family]

Princess Yena of Space (soulmate/wife)

[Kingdom]

Kingdom of Aries (State- Hamal)

[Cities]

Hamal (Capital) Bharani

[Sea]

The Diamond Sea

[Animal Form]

Wolf

[Court members]

Seoho/Jinki (ex-Right Hand) Exo (Kai as Captain of Guard) (G)I-dle (Soyeon as Right Hand, Miyeon as Head Healer)

[Powers]

Bending dark Blinding with darkness or increasing vision when dark Penetrating mind Accessing memories Nullifying most magics

[Appearance]

Dark hair Grey eyes Translucent silver wings

[Name/Titles]

Jeong Yunho Prince of Water

[Kingdom]

Kingdom of Aries (State- Sheratan)

[Cities]

Sheratan (Capital)

[Sea]

The Diamond Sea

[Animal Form]

Sea Dragon

[Court members]

The Rose (Woosung as Head Healer) Itzy (Ryujin as Right Hand, Yeji as Captain of Guard)

[Powers]

Bending water Altering water bodies Controlling temperature of water Element of ice Accessing memories through water bodies

[Appearance]

Strawberry blonde hair Dark brown eyes

[Name/Titles]

Kang Yeosang Prince of Spirit

[Family]

Princess Yena of Space (twin-sister)

[Kingdom]

Kingdom of Gemini (State- Pollux)

[Cities]

Mebsuta (Capital) Makbuda Propus Pollux

[Sea]

The Pearl Sea

[Animal Form]

Meerkat

[Court members]

BTS (Namjoon as Right Hand, Taehyung as Captain of Guard) Mamamoo (Solar as 'Left Hand', Hwasa as Head Healer, Wheein as Vice Captain of Guard)

[Powers]

Detection of living souls Ruler of the 'Other' Dimension where spirits dwell Portals Ability to kill a spirit so it ceases to exist from every plane Astral Projection

[Appearance]

Platinum blonde hair Grey eyes

[Name/Titles]

Choi San Prince of Earth

[Family]

Princess Gaeul of Underworld (soulmate)

[Kingdom]

Kingdom of Cancer

[Cities]

Altarf (Capital) Arkesh

[Sea]

The Ruby Sea

[Animal Form]

Fox

[Court members]

Seventeen (Dokyeom as Right Hand, Mingyu as Captain of Guard) Twice (Jihyo as Head Healer)

[Powers]

Bending earth and the elements within Altering landscapes and geography Great affinity for healing- mostly soothing purposes Commanding animals

[Appearance]

Dark hair with ash ends Dark brown eyes

[Name/Titles]

Song Mingi Prince of Fire

[Kingdom]

Kingdom of Leo

[Cities]

Regulus (Capital) Algieba Denebola

[Sea]

The Turquoise Sea

[Animal Form]

Salamander

[Court members]

Day6 (Jae as Right Hand, Wonpil as Head Healer) Blackpink (Lisa as Captain of Guard)

[Powers]

Bending fire Controlling the temperature of fire Extracting lava from earth Detecting burning souls (either from magic or sth else) Seeing through masking magic and illusions

[Appearance]

Red hair Dark brown eyes

[Name/Titles]

Jung Wooyoung Prince of Air

[Kingdom]

Kingdom of Sagittarius

[Cities]

Rukbat (Capital) Ascella Nunki Kaus Medionalis

[Sea]

The Peridot Sea

[Animal Form]

Hawk

[Court members]

Stray Kids (Changbin as Captain of Guard) Dreamcatcher (Siyeon as Right Hand, Jiu as Head Healer)

[Powers]

Controlling the element of air Controlling properties of air Altering weather Detecting the presence of life Tracing whereabouts of something/someone from scent

[Appearance]

Dark hair with streaks Dark brown eyes Translucent silver wings

[Name/Titles]

Choi Jongho Prince of Nature

[Kingdom]

Kingdom of Libra

[Cities]

Zubenelgenubi (Capital) Zubenelschemali Zubenelakrab

[Sea]

The Opal Sea

[Animal Form]

Bear

[Court members]

Monsta X (Jooheon as Right Hand, Hyungwon as Head Healer, Changkyun as Captain of Guard) Gfriend (Sowon as High Healer)

[Powers]

Controlling element of nature Maintaining harmony and balance in nature Command over life forms Meditative state allows him to connect with nature on another level Great affinity for healing Can 'breathe' life into things (unpractised)

[Appearance]

Dark brown hair Dark brown eyes

[nixtape-foryou]

"Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you" - Zach Bryan

“If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.” – Claudia Adrienne Grandi

✿ SHOP...

SEONGHWA

Cherry blossoms, delicate and graceful, are often linked to gentleness, beauty, and the fleeting nature of life. Blooming in spring with a short lifespan, these flowers symbolize life's transience, highlighting the fragility and beauty of existence and emphasizing the importance of cherishing each moment.

YEOSANG

Astrantia flowers symbolize strength, innocence, protection, and courage, and have a historical use for medicinal purposes. They are also associated with meanings of beauty, magic, and spirituality for some.

ARRANGEMENTS

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LARGE ARRANGEMENTS

Mists of Celeste by hongism (362.7k) ★★ | Space Pirates AU, Psychological, Angst || Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you - aka - Happening across the infamous Scourge of the Black Sea and his crew of dangerous criminals was not on your to-do list, nor was joining said crew of pirates, yet life just seems to go like that sometimes.

Volume II In Shipment

“Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful.” – Jim Carrey

✿ SHOP...

WONPIL

Delphiniums embody a message of cheerfulness, goodwill, and protective qualities, serving as a symbol of encouragement and joy. Universally recognized as 'big-hearted,' delphiniums come in various colors, each carrying its own significance. The prevalent blue signifies dignity and grace, while white and pink represent new life and the vibrant power of youth. These flowers beautifully convey sentiments and add layers of meaning through their diverse hues.

YOUNG K

Chrysanthemums, known for their reliability, thrive in various conditions and boast a history spanning thousands of years. With vibrant blooms in shades of yellow, red, orange, and pink, these flowers are not only cheerful but also enduring. The versatility and cultural significance of chrysanthemums, coupled with their practical use, make them a steadfast choice.

“You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.” — Walter Hagen

✿ SHOP...

JINYOUNG

The iris has a strong association with intelligence and communication and symbolizes hope, wisdom, trust, and valor. The iris carries rich historical meanings as it is linked to nobility, especially in France and Italy, and was once a symbol of gratitude in Victorian times.

“Flowers are like friends; they bring color to your world.” – Unknown

✿ SHOP...

JENO

The hollyhock, associated with majestic beauty, thrives in various soil conditions, surprisingly preferring impoverished earth for optimal growth. Hollyhucks are also tied to ambition due to its strength to grow in diverse conditions and its statuesque presence along fences and gates, which often reflects impressions of protection and safety in landscaping scenery.

"Let us live like flowers, wild and beautiful and drenched in sun." ― Ellen Everett

✿ SHOP...

S.COUPS

The allium flower's globe-like blooms, which are composed of numerous florets, represent the power found in unity and collective action. It reminds us that great accomplishments arise when we come together. Allium's symbolism goes beyond its visual appeal, emphasizing the connection between strength, unity, and collaboration.

JUN

Columbines symbolize lofty aspirations, endurance, risk-taking, and good fortune. It is often associated with The Fool tarot card, as they embody a life lived on the edge, while also representing faith and peace. Resilient in adverse conditions, these flowers encourage a leap of faith and embrace life's adventurous journey with their delicate beauty and symbolic meanings.

WONWOO

Zinnia flowers symbolize acclaim, affection, friendship, everlasting love, remembrance, and tribute. Their vibrant, round blossoms make them show-stopping blooms, gracing gardens from spring to autumn. The zinnia serves as a reminder not to take our loved ones for granted, embodying qualities that celebrate and cherish enduring connections.

WOOZI

The lotus flower, a symbol of purity, overcoming adversity, and rebirth, carries positive meanings across various cultures and religions. Thriving in swampy and unpleasant waters, its symbolism is rooted in the plant's ability to produce beautiful flowers amidst challenging conditions, which remind us that beauty can emerge even when life looks ugly.

MINGYU

The timeless rose, cherished across cultures, carries rich symbolism and various meanings. Renowned for their beauty and classic form, roses make a popular and versatile choice for gifting. Over time, they've become emblematic of profound emotions like love, passion, and admiration. With roses available for every sentiment and occasion, whether expressing love, friendship, or joy, these blooms offer a perfect way to convey heartfelt messages.

VERNON

Orange blossom flowers symbolize maturity, joy in love, innocence, and purity due to their snow-white color. They are unique as they bloom and bear fruit simultaneously, representing both fruitfulness and purity.

DINO

Craspedia flowers traditionally symbolize good health and wellness. Additionally, as modern symbols, they convey the sentiment that the recipient brightens the sender's world.

ARRANGEMENTS

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13 Reasons Why You Should Visit Coffee Carat by lily-blue (Ongoing) || Various Themes || A series of love stories built around the same coffee shop: its owner, his employees, his close friends and the customers

"Like wildflowers, you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would" - E.V.

✿ SHOP...

BANG CHAN

Waratahs are an excellent choice when you are wanting to symbolize a wish for health and longevity. This flower is also referenced in a number of Australian aboriginal dreaming stories and is used to symbolize both the positive and tragic sides of love.

LEE KNOW

Magnolias symbolize youth, innocence, and joy. During the Victorian times, the magnolia flowers often symbolized dignity, nobility, poise, and pride. The strength of its bloom is also symbolic of self-respect and self-esteem.

CHANGBIN

Snapdragons symbolize both deception and graciousness, which make them the perfect charms against falsehood or secret messages between lovers. Snaps also hold significance as a representation of grace under pressure and inner strength during challenging circumstances.

HYUNJIN

Freesias carry a symbolic meaning of loyalty and trust. With their elegant and reliable nature reflected in their delicate and graceful shape, freesias often serve as a symbol of fidelity and devotion in friendships and partnerships, emphasizing the importance of trust and dependability.

HAN

Dahlias hold the meaning of "finding inner strength," making them ideal for supporting someone going through a tough time. They symbolize grace and kindness, even in challenging situations. Sending a bouquet of dahlias is a thoughtful way to uplift and brighten the day of someone you care about during stressful moments.

FELIX

Buttercups symbolize humility, childishness, cheerfulness, and goodwill. According to legend, fairies are responsible for the creation of buttercups. When a group of fairies asked an old miser for charity as he crossed a field with a sack of gold, and he refused, they cleverly cut a hole in his sack with a blade of grass. As he walked away, coins dropped and scattered, giving rise to buttercups where they touched the earth.

SEUNGMIN

Ranunculus flowers symbolize charm and attractiveness, and express admiration for someone's charm and beauty. They also symbolize creativity, grace, and refinement, which makes them an ideal choice to convey feelings of having a crush on someone and the desire to know more about them. Additionally, they're also the perfect and elegant gift for someone you deeply value or admire.

I.N

Cosmos flowers, with their neat and balanced petals, are often linked to the concept of order in the universe and its intricate arrangement. Most cosmos have eight petals, which resembles the infinity symbol, thus symbolizing infinite possibilities that call for resilience and balance. It serves as a reminder of our inherent power to embrace the countless blessings life offers.

ARRANGEMENTS

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LARGE ARRANGEMENTS

Sanguis Limerance by jl_micasea-fics (150.0k) || Mature, Vampire AU || You have a job to do. That job is simple, in of itself. Yet the elusive vampire family you find yourself entangled with, the target of your job, makes things anything but straightforward. Can you traverse the thin lines between right and wrong when harsh truths are exposed and realities come to light? Can you resist the allure of danger, the appeal of the unknown? Experience this story of unlikely friendships, lurking threat, and entirely unexpected love

Sanguis Limerance: Origins by jl-micasea-fics (140.0k) || Mature, Prequel Series || You know them as the vampires that rule your heart, the misfit family that made room for you in your direst time of need. Strong and resilient, with allures of supernatural potency. But they were not always so. Discover the roots of your vampires, and the people they once were. Trace everything back to their beginnings, in these, their origin stories

The Recovery Files by thepixelelf (8.6k) || Angst || HELP WANTED. Looking for 7 subjects to participate in a study on relationships and breakups. $125 compensation. Requirements: 18-25 years of age; having ended a relationship within the last 2 years; and willing to share about said ended relationship. If interested, please contact Bang Chan at cb97@gmail.com, or (82-2) 739 641

[subskz]

One more Hannie ask for the soul bc... yk why not

Yes, Han always wants a kiss; a big ole smooch if you will... but yk one other habit of his?

Randomly sticking his tongue out.

Now, it's got the little critter on the wheel running my brain going and thinking abt him with just a huge oral fixation; OH PUPPYBOY HANJI (instant thought that popped into my head at that moment oh bother)

Dumb pup who is just eager to please; him eating you out but kicking his legs like so:

(Literally idk how to describe that action, but you get the idea)

~~~

Heyyy, hope alls been well Rin :) i'm getting my first tattoo on the fifth so I'm stoked for that.

I'm personally writing my own larger skz college au that may or may not ever see the light of day (i have not written a single word of it, but the lore building is there) so we are having fun with that lmao

Now... I'm curious (and nosey) if you like any other kpop groups or have some other faves besides the resident babygirls.?

(I can't even make a: "I've never seen Changbin and Me in the same room" joke bc I have been in the same area, lmao; that being said... 👀 who's to say)

thank you for providing for the hannielovers amidst this chan frenzy 🙏 you pointing out how often he sticks his tongue out is an extremely distressing piece of information for me…i fear jisung is never beating the oral fixation allegations

he really is just like a puppy waiting for his treat he lets it hang all the way out, it’s so cute 😭 kicking his feet while eating you out has gotta be the most hannie thing i’ve ever heard in my life oh my god…he gets to satisfy his need to work his mouth and please you in the process!! i think he’d absolutely be the type to get so turned on while giving head that he ends up grinding against the mattress without even realizing it

thank u for checking my dearest pink! it’s been a bit of a busy week but i’m doing well, i hope u are too <3 and a tattoo HELLOO that’s so exciting!! can i ask what ur planning on getting? (if you’d rather keep it private ofc no worries 💗) i hope ur appointment goes as smoothly and painlessly as possible!!

AND WHAT’S THIS? 🫢 that makes me so happy to hear omg please let me know if you decide to share it!! you know i will be first in line to eat up that good soup 🍽 i’m glad ur having fun w it hehe college aus are a guilty pleasure of mine, they’re always a blast~

hmm skz are the only group i’ve ever been invested in, but i do listen to a few other casually!! mostly loona, day6, and itzy (i think wonpil and chaeryeong are super cute) and i know very little abt her, but wonyoung from ive is so pretty too ♡ how abt you!

LMFAO in that case there may be some cloning activity going on here…i’m onto you!! don’t tell me you’ve been lying all this time and your birthday was august 11th instead of march 11th 😽

[marieanneline]

random post canon tddk au where pro hero shoto and teacher izuku go to a baseball game!! the camera chooses them during the kiss cam segment and shoto just lets out a deep sigh, pops one of those listerine breath strips, and goes "well i guess we HAVE to" before grabbing izuku's face

[fallinnflower]

the secret prince's cinderella

huening kai x fem!reader (fluff, royalty!au, historical fantasy!au)

wc: 6k

a/n: hi everyone! so a month or so ago i had a dream i was directing a movie that follows (generally) the plot of this fic. during the aftermath of hurricane helene i had no power or internet or cell service and ended up writing the whole thing in basically two sittings. the bigger projects i have been mentioning for years now are still in the works, including vampire!Bambam, vampire!DPR Ian, part two of dragon/river god!wonpil, etc... these are all monster-sized works that i really am just grinding slowly at amidst my day-to-day life. thanks for your patience and i hope you enjoy this extremely fluffy fic!

When you first meet Kai you think he's just a strange, sort of awkward kid. He wanders into the town square one day and finds where all the kids are kicking around a ball one of the other kids' moms made for all of you to play with, and just kind of… stands there. You can tell he wants in, and as the eldest of the group (by thirteen whole days!) you decide to let him join. Nobody questions your decision — Kai evens out the teams for boys against girls for your games. 

Even if you weren't the eldest in your group, you're sure you could've pulled strings to let Kai in if you'd had to, but you probably wouldn't have had to anyways. With his ethereally good looks, the other kids were already captivated by him. It didn't matter that he was awkward, he was pretty. You knew how powerful that could be, given that your mom was the prettiest lady in town. 

So, your friendship with Kai began like that. Teaching him how to properly kick a ball so that he didn't hurt his foot; showing him the berry patches that were safe to pick from on the outskirts of the farms and forests; scouring the creeks to find the perfect stones to skip. It was idyllic, sitting in the meadow in the shadow of the big, tall castle on the hill where you all pondered what might be going on so far out of your reach. 

You never even imagined what it might become in the future — what fate you had started spinning as you kicked that homemade ball over to him and made the circle of kids part to make him a space. 

It’s going to be a sweltering summer, your mother had told you that morning, as you carefully braided her hair. Your mother has beautiful hair, a strawberry blond that almost glows pink in the sunlight and fair skin without a blemish. How she manages to be so pretty, you’ll never know — you inherited her eyes but not much else, though you like to think you have some of her charisma, too. 

Your mother had also told you to be careful, and to not be home late, planting kisses on both of your cheeks and your forehead before making her way to work. You once heard that she could've become some lord's lover in the past, but she came here with your father instead. She works as a seamstress for the palace, setting off early every morning before the sun rises to make her way up the hill. Your father works in the blacksmith's shop. You’re almost old enough to work, but, for now, do odd jobs with the other kids and help keep the little garden in your backyard alive. 

Alongside Kai, of course. He had been completely clueless about plants before you showed him the garden, and then he became obsessed. You know it’s only a matter of time before he comes knocking at your door to go stare at the sprouts, wondering each day at any little change in them. 

Just as you finish braiding your own hair, there comes a familiar, rhythmic knock at your door. You don't even have to look to know it's Kai, so you pull it open without a second thought. 

"How are the potatoes?" he asks, cheeks flushed. 

"The same as yesterday. Did you run here?"

"Of course," he replies, walking purposefully through your house and right out the back door. "I'm sure it had another sprout growing yesterday, so it probably has leaves today."

"Kai," you sigh, trailing behind him. No matter how often you tell him that plants don't grow quite that fast, he never stops being so excitable. You decide to just let him go look at them like you always do. It's kind of cute, anyways — a thought you try to push aside. Kai is your friend first and foremost, and the fact that his teenage years had only added to his incredible beauty shouldn't — wouldn’t — change that. 

Also, you know next to nothing about him, really. He keeps where he lives a secret and never talks about his family outside of vague statements about their personalities. What you know about Kai is what he's willing to share, meanwhile he knows almost everything about you and your life in this village. You don’t take it personally; his friendship means too much to you for you to go breaking it by prying too much. 

"It looks like the tomatoes are wilting," he laments, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts. 

"Really?" You go squat beside him among the little rows and look at the leaves he's gently cradling in one hand. They still look green to you, just fine, but Kai’s brow is still creased with deep concern. You chuckle softly.

"I think they're okay, Kai," you reassure him, patting his shoulder. It strikes you just how broad his shoulders are, and you push the thought away.

"You worry about the plants like you're their overbearing mother," you tease, nudging him with your elbow. He sways, letting go of the tomato plant and using one hand to prop himself up so he doesn't fall. Something falls out of his pocket with a dull thud into the dirt, and you snatch it up before he can. 

It's a rock, an almost perfectly round gray one with a little face drawn on it with charcoal from a fire. The face has been redrawn multiple times, but always the same little smile. You can't help but laugh,

"You still have this?" Kai's cheeks turn faintly pink as he reaches out to take the rock from you. You hand it back to him, although you don’t really get why he holds it so gingerly.

"It's special," he replies, a little sullen. 

"It's a rock," you state. For the life of you, you can't understand why he's so sentimental over rocks and vegetables in the garden, but makes no fuss over the fancy fabric scraps or broken bits of jewelry your mom gets to bring home sometimes. You find those much more fascinating, especially the fabric, as your mother explains how much time each embroidered design takes. 

"It's not just any rock," he retorts, now indignant as he cradles the rock in his palm. He holds it up to your face as though to prove a point. "We found this when you were teaching me how to skip stones!"

You blink in confusion, looking between him and the rock. 

"Kai, that rock wouldn't skip even once. It's too heavy. You just liked how it looked!"

You still remember that day vividly yourself. The whole little group had gone down to the creek to practice skipping stones. Your grandmother had been very good at it before she passed away, and taught you how to do it on the days when she watched over you while your parents worked. Teaching other kids wasn't nearly as easy — Kai was the only one truly paying attention to what you said, his eyes earnestly fixed on you as you demonstrated how to find a good rock for skipping and how exactly to flick your wrist when throwing. That rock he now held was one you had picked up to demonstrate a bad skipping stone, but Kai had gone running into the water to retrieve it just after it landed. 

"Look how perfect it is!" he had exclaimed, making his way back to the shore with the stone triumphantly held up in his hands. Some of the other kids had conceded his point, and even you could acknowledge that it was a surprisingly round, symmetrical rock — though hardly worth his pants getting soaking wet over.

Still, to keep it all these years and draw its face back on every time it rubbed off…

You almost say something about it being weird, but the fondness on his face as he looks at the rock reminds you of the ratty rabbit doll you repair every time she has a rip or tear. She barely looks like she did when your mom first made her from fabric scraps, but she's too sentimental for you to let fall apart. If Kai's rock is weird, then your bunny would be just the same. 

"Didn't you name it?" you ask instead, a vague memory attempting to rise in your mind. 

"Yeah, it's Huenin Lionel Mbappe!" he replies proudly. He starts to say something else, but the chiming of the bell at the town square interrupts him. He quickly shoves Huenin Lionel Mbappe back into his pocket and stands up, offering you a hand. You don't need it, but you take it, surprised as always at how smooth his hands are. There are some calluses, but not nearly as many as your father and some of the other working men and boys in the village. Once again you wonder what he does when he's not with you, but you don't dwell on it, pretending you don't notice that he's still holding your hand as you run to the square together to meet up with the others. 

You're just glad he can't see how flustered you are as he squeezes your palm, pulling you along. 

Working with the other teens in the village often entails doing small tasks the apprentices and owners of different businesses don't have time to. Running deliveries, cleaning up a mess — little jobs for meager amounts of money. Being the eldest, you're the closest to picking a trade, but you think you'll likely just be like your mom. You already know how to sew pretty well from being taught by her, and you do odd mending jobs for other villagers in a pinch. The other kids you run with have been trying to forge connections at the businesses you help, testing the waters for a potential apprenticeship. 

Not Kai, though. While he seems interested in almost everything, he doesn't put himself forward as a hirable option for anyone. He also rarely takes a share of the earnings — you'd learned years earlier that he would secretly pass it all off in small bits to each of you, making different excuses each time until he had none left. You don't ask why and you don't tell him or the others you've caught on. Like your own potentially blossoming feelings, it feels like the mention of it could ruin what you and Kai have now, and you value that too much to jeopardize it. 

"Y/N, your dad said a couple of us should get more water for the blacksmiths from the river," one of the boys says as you and Kai approach. You brush flyaway strands of hair away from your face, quickly slipping your hand out of Kai’s grasp before the others notice.

"Okay, I think some of the ladies in the market have errands for us too. Should we split up for now?" you ask, and everyone in the group agrees. You expect Kai to go with some of the boys who start making their way down to the river, buckets in hand, but he lingers by your side as the rest of you head towards the market square. 

For some reason, Kai seems to be sticking especially close to you. He accompanies you on more of your errands, only taking on his own if someone calls him over specifically. Even then, he makes his way back to you as soon as he can, dutifully trailing behind you. 

"You're like a duckling," you tell him as the two of you make your way back out onto the street. You count the coins in your palm and only shoot him a short sidelong glance when he drops his share into your pocket, trying to be stealthy. 

"What do you mean?" he asks, sidling up beside you. 

"The way you're trailing me," you explain, dropping the rest of your coins into your pocket where they clink against the ones he left. He cringes slightly, knowing he's been caught, but you don't say anything about it. "It's like I'm a mother duck and you're a duckling, following right behind me."

"Hm," he hums, hands clasped behind his back. "Does that also mean I'm cute like a duckling?" 

He's smiling at you almost smugly, like he's expecting a compliment. Your heart flutters at the sight, and you wonder if you'll ever get used to just how handsome he is. Pushing the thought aside, you nudge him with your elbow, snorting,

"Helpless, more like." Kai laughs and knocks right back into you,

"You're right, I'm hopeless. What would I do without you?" His words catch you off guard, and you clear your throat to cover your embarrassment. 

"Who taught you to talk like that?" you tease, and his grin widens. 

"My dad told me I should be sweet to the girls in my life. Especially the really important ones. And the ones I really like." 

Which of those am I? you wonder, but the words get stuck in your throat. You and Kai stare wordlessly at each other for a moment, and you feel as though you're getting pulled in by his sparkling eyes—

"Kai! Can you come help me with this?" You both startle at the voice of another vendor, and you poke his shoulder. 

"You should go help them. I'm going to ask around for more errands." Kai nods, and you can't tell if you're imagining the disappointment in his eyes as he turns away. 

The day ends the same place it started — Kai walks you back to your house to check on the garden again before you start dinner. You stay in the kitchen and tie on your apron, pulling out your paring knife so you can start peeling potatoes and carrots. While he looks to see if there's anything to be gathered, you light the fire under the large pot hanging in the fireplace and dump the bucket of well water you had brought with you in. Kai comes back through the door with a small basket tucked under his arm as you pull your chair up by the fire, settling down to start peeling. 

"Can I help?" he asks. It's not an unusual request, but one you're not sure if you'll allow. Kai isn't always the best with a knife, prone to getting distracted as the two of you talk. The last thing you want is for him to slice his finger open, but you find yourself nodding anyway. 

"Okay, but be careful. Can you start on the carrots?" You feel safer about him peeling carrots than potatoes, and he acquiesces, pulling another chair up beside you. 

The crackling of the fire fills the room, the sound of peels hitting the bottom of the buckets barely audible. Eventually you start humming, a habit you picked up from your father, and Kai joins in on the tune. You glance at him to be sure he isn't distracted and are pleased to find him peeling the carrots successfully. 

"Oh, wait, Y/N!" he exclaims a few moments later, almost making you slice off a large chunk of perfectly good potato. You look over to him as he sets his knife on his lap and picks up a carrot. He holds the tip in his left hand and raises it to about his shoulder, the bottom of the carrot pointing diagonally at his right hip, and raises his other hand. 

"Doo dwang dee dwang~ Dow dow da dow-da-da-dow~" 

You stare on in mute disbelief as he continues, tapping his fingers along the tip of the carrot, making a strumming motion with his other hand at its wide end. He eventually stops and beams at you, an expectant look in his eyes.

"So, what do you think? Did I sound like a lute?" 

"That was a lute?" You almost feel bad for asking, but really, you wouldn't have ever guessed. 

"Huh," he says, looking down at the carrot in his hand. "My mom liked my impression."

"Moms are like that," you reply. "My mom once told me I had a nice singing voice and then I embarrassed myself in front of half the village kids."

Kai seems a little puzzled by this, as though he hadn't considered his mom might just be saying that because he's her son. Regardless, he shrugs it off and picks his knife back up. 

"I'll just have to practice more."

You don't say another word and just go back to peeling and humming. Kai leaves when the bell rings on the hour, and you continue cooking dinner as your parents make their way home in the twilight of the village. 

You don't see Kai for the next few days — not that it worries you. Honestly, you don't know what he does or where he is most of the time, but it's fine. You go about your usual routine, until it's interrupted by an unusual tolling of the bell, the kind that signals for villagers to come to the main square for news. You set aside your sewing and rush out to meet your friends there, spotting your father on the edges of the crowd with his coworkers from the smithy. As you gather, you see some sort of palace official with the royal guard behind him preparing to speak. He unfurls his message and clears his throat loudly; the crowd instantly hushes. Your heart beats loudly in your ears, worrying over whether the news is good or bad and your mom working inside the palace. 

"Hear ye, hear ye— to celebrate the joyous occasion of Prince Kai Kamal Huening's eighteenth birthday, all citizens are invited to attend a ball at the royal palace, Saturday fortnight! Be prepared to eat, drink, and be merry!" 

A birthday banquet at the palace with everyone invited? you think. Then, Kai almost named his pet rock like a member of the royal family? 

You wish he was there so you could get his reaction, but instead you turn to your other excited friends. All you can think of is what you could possibly wear to the palace of all places, and with only two weeks to prepare. 

Not seeing Kai for a few days is normal, but not seeing him for two weeks is strange. He had shown up at your home out of breath the afternoon of the ball announcement, asking if you'd heard the news, only to run back home just as quickly after checking on the garden. Your mother had rushed home that evening with a roll of fabric in her arms, exclaiming that her coworkers knew she had a daughter around the prince's age and let her take the last of an old bolster home. It wouldn't make much, maybe sleeves or the bodice of a gown, but it was beautiful. It was leftover from some drapes in a far wing of the palace, a plush blue velvet with golden-threaded embroidery. 

"You'll look splendid," your mother had said, positively beaming as she held the fabric up to your chest. You didn't bother telling her that there was next to no chance of you dancing with the prince no matter how pretty your dress was, but thought better of it. Besides, it's not like you weren't excited at the prospect of dancing — just not with some total stranger like the prince. The image of Kai smiling broadly when you said that you would be attending the ball rose to the forefront of your mind. 

Pushing it aside, you and your mother had begun working on your gown. Now, with the ball only days away, you hadn't seen even a glimpse of Kai in all that time. You'd wanted to show him the fabric, but with it almost finished you want the final look to be a surprise to everyone but you and your mother. With each day you don't see him, worry weighs more heavily on your heart. Nobody in the village knows Kai better than you, so if something had happened then nobody would even know where to start looking for him. You (and your friends) tell yourself to calm down. He always turns up, so you just have to be patient. 

You stare down at the potato plants in the garden forlornly, looking at how some of the leaves are beginning to turn just the slightest bit brown as autumn begins to descend. You imagine Kai's worried face and let out a sigh. You just hope he's alright, wherever he is. 

On the morning of the ball, everyone in the village wakes up excited. There's no real work to be done that day, as the palace had ordered most businesses to halt operations unless absolutely necessary. Your father scrubs his hands and face (with your mother's help) until his skin doesn't have even the slightest speck of soot on it. You help your mother braid her beautiful hair into a pretty crown on her head, and she helps you into your brand new dress. Slowly, the villagers start making their way up the hill to the palace; you walk behind your parents, who walk arm-in-arm, chatting happily. You wonder how long it's been since they've been able to spend a day together like this, or seen each other all dressed up. The thought of seeing Kai in a fancy outfit makes your heart pound; he's so pretty even in the simplest work clothes, how much more attractive will he look in party attire? 

You try not to dwell on it, not wanting to be even more nervous than you already are. Instead you focus on all the familiar faces around you, dressed in their absolute best and chattering excitedly. You aren't sure exactly where your friends are because you came with your parents, but you know you'll all find each other eventually. When you reach the palace gates, you're greeted by members of the royal knights and other official-looking personnel. Your mother points out the people she recognizes, whispering to you and your father who the chamberlain is, and the butler, and the marshal. You lose track of all the people as you're led into the ballroom and are astounded by its grandeur. You've never seen so many candles in one place, or so much food and wine. 

"I'm going to find my friends," you announce, still half in a daze. You do try to find them but also end up wandering around the room, in awe of everything around you. Even the drapes in this room put the fabric your mom brought home to shame — is it because it's a big event, or had that fabric been for drapes in some unimportant room. You finally catch sight of a couple of your friends, but as you make your way to them you're interrupted by the sound of a bugle. The whole crowd turns their attention to the raised platform where the two large thrones sit alongside three smaller thrones that you assume are for the two princesses and the prince. 

"Now announcing the arrival of the His and Her Majesties, the Sun and Moon of the kingdom!" Everyone drops into a bow or curtsy as the royal couple enters, and you glance up through your eyelashes to get a glimpse of them. You're surprised by just how stunning they appear, and how kind their smiles look. They stand in front of their thrones and look off to the side as their children’s entrances are announced,

"Princess Lea Navvab Huening!" She enters with a smile and a graceful wave, her dark brown hair pulled back neatly. She looks almost familiar, though you wonder if it's just because she's standing beside her parents. 

"The Prince, Kai Kamal Huening!" The entire crowd goes even more quiet, excited to get a glimpse of the man of the hour. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him, and you have to rush to lower your head so you don't seem disrespectful. 

That… that’s your Kai, isn't it? Up there on the platform? Your head is spinning, and you barely hear the announcement of the youngest royal sibling, Princess Bahiyyih Jaleh Huening. She's beautiful, too — the whole trio is stunning as they stand beside their parents, but you can scarcely think with the way your heart is racing. This whole time, your Kai was actually Prince Kai? You swear it can't be true, then look back at the royal family as the King and Queen descend for the first dance of the night and know you're right. It's him. 

You barely see the first dance, but when the Prince and first Princess descend for the second dance you're hyper-focused. Once he's on the dance floor you truly can't deny it anymore. 

You can't decide what to do. A part of you wants to run and hide, embarrassed and, frankly, scared that you had treated a member of the royal family like any other village child. How could you be so stupid? How could you not know? You try to slink away to the furthest edges of the crowd as Prince Kai has the third dance with the second princess, wondering if you can somehow get away without being noticed by him. 

But then they announce that the ball has started in earnest. The King and Queen take their seats, as well as the princesses, and you watch Kai scan the crowd in search of a partner for his first dance with someone who isn't his sister. You step behind one of your father's coworkers, an exceedingly tall man, but you're shocked when the crowd suddenly starts parting in front of you almost immediately. 

"Y/N?" a familiar voice calls, soft. You swear your heart stops in that moment. The man steps aside to reveal Kai, the light making the golden crown on his head seem like a halo. 

"Can I have this dance?" 

Everyone is staring at you and Kai with the same sense of disbelief that you're feeling. The same boy they'd had running errands a mere two weeks before was the prince of their kingdom, and now he was asking the girl he'd run around the village with for years to be his dance partner. 

"I— um, are you sure about this?" you whisper, looking from his face to his outstretched hand and back. You know what this looks like, what this implies. After all, celebrating his birthday like this is also to remind everyone that he's an adult of marriageable age now — does he really want to imply that you're his first choice?

But Kai just continues to smile, albeit looking a little bit more confused. 

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" 

So, you take his hand. 

You've never slow danced with anyone but your father at home, and even then it was just for fun; your dancing at festivals was never so regimented. Kai guides your hands to their proper placements and squeezes the one he holds, flashing you a reassuring grin. 

"I've got you. Just follow my lead." It feels like your heart has leapt up into your throat, so you can only manage to nod and put your trust in him like he said. 

And he guides you. You never would have guessed he was such a skilled dancer, but it's so easy to follow his lead that you're able to actually enjoy yourself more than worry about how you look. His hands are warm and his gaze is so fond, so tender, that you almost can't believe it's you he's looking at. As you fall into a comfortable rhythm, Kai leans in closer.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs, his lips almost brushing against your ear. A shiver runs down your spine, but you don't think anyone but him notices. It only makes him smile more when you stare at him in bashful disbelief. When he said his dad told him to say sweet things, that was the King, right? That realization just sends you reeling further. 

You stare at him, not sure what to say to that aside from a barely audible,

"You too." Kai blushes, his cheeks turning a rosy pink that makes him look even more angelic. 

"So am I an important girl or a girl that you like?" you ask, not really meaning to say anything at all and certainly not something so embarrassing. Kai looks taken aback, his eyes widening like a deer's. Somehow his cuteness makes you feel embarrassed, but you try not to show it. 

"Both?" he says. "I think it can be both. So, both." He smiles, satisfied with his answer.  

"You like me?" you squeak out, and Kai cocks his head to the side. 

"Yeah? I thought that was obvious. Everyone else knew." 

"Everyone else knew?" you parrot in disbelief, and Kai nods. 

"I guess I'm the only one they teased about it…" You can't help but laugh a little at that; none of the other neighborhood kids ever gave you much shit since you were their unofficial leader. That said, you're definitely going to have to grill them about this later. 

Kai pulls you slightly closer as the song comes to an end, before you part to bow and curtsy to each other. 

"Can I have the next dance, too?" he asks, looking down at you with the most doe-like eyes he can manage. You press a hand to your chest, where your heart is still pounding. 

"I think I need to sit down before I have a heart attack. This was a lot to take in." You take the hand Kai offers you, though, as he escorts you over to a chair. 

"I'll get you something to drink," he says, and he's gone before you can even protest that a servant could probably just bring a tray around. He's still your Kai, after all, you think, and it makes you feel relieved. 

As you're sitting waiting for him you notice how many eyes are on you. None are judgmental, thankfully — most are just in awe, both that Kai is actually the Prince and you suddenly seem in line to become a part of the royal family yourself. The mere thought makes your cheeks start to burn again, and you wave your hands by your face to try and cool down. 

As you're doing so, you suddenly notice the crowd parting towards you again, this time to allow the two princesses to approach. You hurriedly stand up and drop into a curtsy,

"My humblest greetings to your highnesses, the first and second princess." Your hands are shaking but you hope they don't notice as you hold your skirts up. 

"Is this her?" the second princess, Bahiyyih, whispers to her sister. You glance up just as the first princess elbows her before turning to you with a smile. She takes both your hands in hers. 

"What she means is, we've heard a lot about you. And Kai has gotten in a lot of trouble for sneaking out all the time, but we get it now." You swear your face gets warmer with every word she says, made worse by the effervescent grin on Bahiyyih's face as she nods along to her sister's words. Just then, Kai reappears by your side, a drink in each hand. Lea lets go of your hands, which you're grateful for because you feel like your palms are getting sweaty. 

"Lea…" He whines, shifting so he's standing behind you even though you don't hide him very well. You reach for your drink, hoping that having something to hold will ease your shakiness. 

"It's true!" Bahiyyih chimes in. "It took us forever to figure out where he was going, and then we realized he was going to meet a girl! It's so cute!"

"Please don't call me cute," he groans. 

"But you are cute," you blurt, and immediately want the ground to swallow you whole. A glance at Kai tells you his face is bright red, burning hot just like yours, and Lea squeezes your hands tighter as she and Bahiyyih practically squeal with delight. 

“So you do think I'm cute?” Kai asks, leaning around to get a look at your face. Now both he and the princesses are looking at you expectantly, and you feel like your face is on fire. 

“Well, yeah,” you mumble, quickly taking a sip of your drink. The princesses are almost vibrating with excitement, and Kai’s face turns bright red but his eyes are glimmering with excitement, his smile broad. His joy is almost blinding, and your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. 

“I think you're cute, too, Y/N,” he says. Your knees feel weak, and you only manage to pull your gaze from his when you faintly hear the sound of Bahiyyih giggling. Lea takes hold of her little sister’s arm and smiles apologetically at you,

“We'll give you two some time alone now.” She starts tugging Bahiyyih away, but the youngest Huening sibling takes hold of your hand.

“I can't wait to get to know you better, sister-in-law!”

“Uh, y-yes, me too,” you reply, mind going blank. Sister-in-law?! In a daze, you sit back down in the chair Kai had led you to earlier, barely registering that he's sitting next to you until he sets his hand on top of yours. 

“Are you okay?” You turn to him, mouth slightly agape. 

“Did she call me sister-in-law?” you ask. Kai laughs bashfully and links his fingers with yours, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“Yeah, she's… excitable.” You nod, still sort of dazed, and take another sip of your drink. Staring back out into the crowd, you notice the princesses making their way back up to their parents’ side. In the distance you can see Bahiyyih leaning in to whisper something to her mother, and the queen's gaze seems to find you in the sea of people. 

“Oh my god,” you say, hurriedly turning back to Kai. “Does— do your parents know about me?” He nods.

“I got caught sneaking out and told them everything,” he explains. “This ball was part my idea and part theirs, so I could introduce you to them… Or let them see you, at least.” He must have seen the total anxiety in your expression at the prospect of meeting his parents one-on-one and immediately smooths it over, squeezing your hand again. 

“There's no rush,” he reassures you, and looking into his earnest eyes does actually help to calm your nerves. From this close you hardly notice the crown on his head, he just looks like the same boy you've been running around the village with for years. Just Kai. 

Your Kai. Just the thought makes your heart soar. 

You down the rest of your drink and stand up, Kai’s hand still in yours. 

“Do you want to step outside for a bit?” you ask, and Kai nods, setting his own drink aside too before standing up. The two of you make your way onto one of the balconies off the ballroom, and the cool night breeze puts your mind at ease. You feel like you can finally breathe again, standing by Kai’s side under the familiar light of the moon. He lightly swings your joined hands between you, staring up at the stars. Eventually, he turns his full attention back to you,

“Why did you want to come outside?” You take his other hand in yours and look down at the stones paving the bottom of the balcony. His shoes are so nice, you think, and almost want to laugh. All this time you wondered why he was only around some of the time and gave his money to the other kids — meanwhile he was sneaking in and out of the palace to come meet you. You take a deep breath, summoning all your courage,

“I just… thought it would be kind of embarrassing to have our first kiss in front of a crowd…” Kai squeezes your hands unintentionally, and you glance up at him, unable to meet his gaze fully. Even after saying it, you aren't sure where you got the confidence. 

“So, can I?” he asks, his voice soft. “Kiss you, I mean.” You laugh, the tension breaking, and lean in. 

“You really are hopeless, aren't you?” you tease, “Of course.”

You press your lips to his, the taste of wine still lingering, and you suddenly get the feeling that this is the beginning of the rest of your life. And you're going to live happily ever after.

[kdrama-preferences]

Groups I'm using in my Kpop Royal AU

Bias and Bias Wreckers will be () and Biases will be in bold, Bias Wreckers in italics

2PM (Junho, Wooyoung) A.C.E (Junhee, Wow) AB6IX (Donghyun, Woong) Astro (MJ, JinJin) ATEEZ (Hongjoong, San, Jongho) B.A.P (Yongguk, Jongup) Big Bang (G-Dragon) Block B (Jaehyo, U-Kwon) BTOB (Eunkwang, Minhyuk) BTS (Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon) CIX (Yonghee, Jinyoung) Day6 (Wonpil) DKB (Heechan, D1, GK) E'Last (Baekgyeul, Rano) EXO (Suho, Baekhyun, Kai) FTISLAND (Hongki, Jaejin) Golden Child (Daeyeol, Tag) GOT7 (Mark, Jinyoung, BamBam) Highlight (Yoseob, Dongwoon) iKON (Jay, Song) Infinite (Sungyeol, L) Monsta X (Shownu, Jooheon, Hyungwon) N.Flying (Seunghyub, Jaehyun) NCT (Yuta, Renjun, Hendery, Doyoung, Haechan, Ten) NU'EST (Aron, Minhyun) Omega X (Jaehan, Junghoon) Oneus (Ravn, Keonhee) Onewe (Dongmyeong, Giuk) ONF (Hyojin, Minkyun) OnlyOneOf (KB, Rie) Pentagon (Jinho, Yanan, Kino, Hongseok) Seventeen (S.Coups, Hoshi, Jun) SF9 (Zuho, Taeyang) SHINee (Onew, Taemin) Stray Kids (Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin) Super Junior (Leeteuk, Heechul, Donghae, Yesung) The Boyz (Sangyeon, Jacob, Juyeon) The KingDom (Dann, Arthur) The Rose (Woosung, Dojoon) Treasure (Jihoon, Junkyu) TXT (Yeonjun) VAV (Ace, Jacob) Victon (Seungwoo, Byungchan, Seungsik) VIXX (N, Leo) WEi (Yongha, Yohan, Seokhwa) Winner (Yoon, Mino) ZeroBaseOne (Zhang Hao, Jiwoong)