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deathbyseventeen · 5 years ago

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The Switch || Christmas 2019 AU

TITLE: The Switch || Bodyswitch AU || Christmas 2019

MC: Joshua Hong, F-Reader

GENRE: Angst, Pinning, Romance

WORDS: 11.5k

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Author’s Notes: My biggest post of the year? Nope that goes to the Steampunk!Hoshi x Technological!Reader fic I believe. Anyways, this post is 2 years in the making so I hope it gets some love!

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DECEMBER 24TH

In what could only be described as a small ballroom, though in reality it was just a more-than-large bedroom, a twenty-one-year-old, amber haired boy, stared attentively at the oval-shaped standing mirror that held his smirking reflection.

Without taking his eyes off it, his right hand reached over to the glossy mahogany counter next to him. His fingers trailed carefully over the items on it. A silver ring in need of polishing, a simple gold chain necklace, a single silver-plated cross piercing.

He could tell what they were without having to look at them, with just the tips of his fingers.

It wasn’t long before he came across the gold-encrusted Rolex he was looking for. Without taking his eyes off his reflection, he managed to put it on. It was then that he stopped staring at himself, if only the reflection of his face, and admired the reflection of the gold watch on his wrist.

“Looking good,” he whispered to himself.

A knock came from the door, “Joshua?”

“Come in,” he answered.

It was his friends, though he really only saw them as acquaintances. Y/N L/N, only two years younger than him, dressed in an expensive gala outfit, came through the door. Your simple black flats made a padding sound against the polished, hardwood, dark mahogany floor. Yoon Jeonghan, in his own expensive dark gray blazer, cotton slacks, and black oxfords, walked in behind you.

“Joshua, oh,” you stopped for a second taking him in, “you’re already ready?”

“Of course,” he answered as he pulled on and popped his blazer.

“Great.” You replied happily, bouncing on your flats. “My parents sent our driver to take us to the Christmas charity gala. It starts in two hours but we’re suppos—”

“Let me stop you there,” Joshua interrupted you, “I didn’t even know there was some gala our parents wanted us to go to.”

“But—”

“I’m actually going to Nayoung’s yacht party. Started when the sun went down. I’m late.”

Joshua turned away from his reflection, for the first time since he had begun dressing, to look at you and Jeonghan. “I was wondering why you guys were here.”

Truth be told he had known both of you since you were babies, but still, he managed to forget about you both all the time.

Jeonghan let out a huff, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “We’ve had to attend this gala since we were thirteen. And you’re ditching it to go to Nayoung’s tantrum party? You get she’s only throwing that to get on her parents' nerves.”

“Yeah,” Joshua smirked, “but there’ll be tons of hot girls there.”

He grabbed a bottle of cologne and spritzed it on himself. “Why aren’t you guys ditching? Oh…,” he trailed off suddenly looking at the both of you pityingly, “were you guys not invited?”

While you looked at Joshua with hurt written all over your face, Jeonghan looked at him challengingly, an eyebrow raising.

He laughed as if Jeonghan were only joking around, “Like I said, I’m late. So, lock the front door when you let yourselves out, yeah?” He brushed past you both, not bothering to close the door and a few seconds later the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed throughout his house.

You turned to Jeonghan. But, before you could speak, he lifted a finger to ask you to wait. A second later, the sound of an engine could be heard roaring to life and racing down the streets. _______________________________________________________________________

You and Jeonghan sat on velvet, red cushion chairs, in front of a circular table that had twelve dinner plates and an assortment of glasses and cutlery lining it, along with a poinsettia bouquet as a centerpiece. There were place cards on each plate. You stared sadly at the one on your left.

The place card had Joshua’s name on it.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whined. He nuzzled his face onto your right shoulder and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “He’s not worth it. He’s only gotten worse since we were kids.”

“I still like him though,” you answered sadly, reaching to grab the place card and hide it into the bouquet of Christmas flowers.

“No one should like bratty rich kids, especially you, Miss Donates-Money-Every-Week.” He pushed himself off of you and righted himself in his own chair. “He’s not worth it.” He mumbled playing with a ring on his left hand’s index finger.

You drooped like a flower without water. “I know.”

“Hey, guys!” A cheery voice came up behind you guys, making you jump.

“Xiyeon, Roa, hi,” you greeted with a smile.

“You’re early, that’s great!” Xiyeon bounced.

“I’m sorry for her,” Roa smiled, “she’s a bit excited since this is her training year before she joins me on the committee.” She gestured at their matching outfits: red, high-waisted, wide-leg dress pants and simple white button shirts. The only difference in their outfits being their hairstyles. Roa had straight black hair with bangs. Xiyeon had wavy long black hair.

“I’m sorry to intrude, but I couldn’t help but notice that you weren’t part of the committee this year. You’re always a member of the committee.” You could feel the unspoken question lingering in the air.

“Yes, well, I decided that I wanted to sit with my friend in the back this year and participate in the festivities.”

“Wonderful,” She smiled. “We should get going, double-check everything is ready before the gala starts. Xiyeon.”

“Wait,” She said as Roa began to walk away, “This seat doesn’t have a place card.”

“No one must have been assigned to that seat.” Jeonghan laughed, running a hand through his dyed, white hair.

“No, there was. I remember. I memorized the seating chart. It was….” Xiyeon said, concentrating on the plate, willing the name to return.

“Joshua’s ditching again, correct?” Roa, provided before Xiyeon could remember, lips in a thin smile. She looked at you expectantly for an answer.

“No,” You replied.

“Place card in the bouquet?”

“...Yes,” You nodded finally, giving in.

Roa extended an arm towards you, “The only reason I continue to order a place card for him is to keep appearances.”

You nodded wordlessly and took the place card you had hidden in the bouquet to hand to her.

She looked at it for a second before ripping it in half. “You look beautiful in that knee-length dress, Y/N. Silk for the bodice and tulle for the bottom, right?” She hummed suddenly, “Are those diamonds on the waistband? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear something so expensive before.”

She nodded at you both, “Come along, Xiyeon.”

When they were gone you looked at Jeonghan with a forlorn on your face.

“Oh look, they decorated the Christmas tree so nicely this year,” he nodded to the front of the ballroom, where at the top of a grand staircase with red velvet carpet sat a large Christmas tree.

It was surrounded by tables where the objects that were going to be put for auction at the end of the dinner had been placed. On one of them, a shiny, silver men’s watch caught your eye.

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Joshua got to Nayoung’s yacht party when it was already in full swing. Christmas lights decorated its side and strobe lights cast lines of colorful light into the sky. Music could be heard pounding against the metal of the boat and reverberating into the ocean. Its surface rippled as the people inside the yacht raved.

On the dock, the captain’s first mate waited for the last guest. He stood beside the white, metal boarding steps that led onboard, stone-faced and alone. He knew perfectly well who they were forcing him to wait for.

After haphazardly parking his car, Joshua smirkingly strode up to the boarding steps, ignoring the first mate.

“Name?” The first mate asked as he stepped in front of Joshua and blocked his path. He looked down at the clipboard in his hands, studying it like Joshua wasn’t actually late.

“Joshua Hong,” Joshua answered brusquely. He paused for a second, glaring at the first mate, dusting off his form-fitting, black blazer passive-aggressively even though he wasn’t watching. Then, without waiting for the first mate to allow him onto the yacht, he stepped onto the boarding steps and made his way up.

Clenching his teeth, the first mate followed behind him and motioned at the crew at the top to alert the Captain that they would soon be ready to leave dock.

Joshua smirked when he stepped on deck. Nayoung leaned against a white wall in a tight, small black dress. Her long black hair splayed over her shoulders.

“Fashionably late?” She asked teasingly, twirling a piece of her hair.

“Reasonably late,” He corrected with a sly smile, throwing her a wink.

“You’re the last one. Now we can leave the dock.”

“Let's get the party started,” Joshua cheered. Without a second to waste, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the heart of the party.

He skipped the dance floor and threw some winks and lip bites at a group of girls that were grinding against their partners until he reached the bar.

“Two whiskeys,” He ordered, yelling over the music, “and make it quick.”

Nayoung seated herself on the stool to his left and tapped her fingers against the marble tabletop. When the two glasses of whiskey were placed in front of them, Joshua turned to the bartender and snapped at him.

“Bring the bottle. Did you think this would be enough?”

The bartender went scurrying off. In the few seconds it took for them to come back with the bottle, Joshua and Nayoung had already finished their drinks.

Joshua, liking the burn going down his throat, turned to Nayoung, and smirking said, “Let’s get shit faced.”

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The master clock on board the ship ticked 11:50pm when Joshua Hong decided that he was done partying for the day. It was the earliest he had ever decided to leave a party. But, with the concoction that was brewing in the pit of his stomach-- a combination of whiskey and tequila, he felt like he needed to go to sleep as soon as possible.

It was something he had never felt before even when he drank more than he thought he did that night.

He felt weird.

He felt odd.

So, he found himself feeling his way down into the cabins, his face against the cool, white, metal walls. The sound of the engines running traveled up the walls and through his body. He took small steps, his feet feeling out the grooves of the carpet as to not fall.

Then, when he reached the stairs that led below deck, he sat down and took his descent one step at a time. After all, everything was blurry and he felt like something was pulling his body forward rather than he moving it forward.

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Seungcheol Choi was freezing his ass off, to say the least. While the sea mist sprayed his face, the sea breeze slapped it. Even in his large black coat, thick work pants, and heavy work boots, he could still feel the cold air seeping through and clinging to his body.

He felt like he could say that in his twenty-two years of life he had never felt anything as cold as the sea at night, during winter.

“I fu-fucking hate this,” Jihoon Lee stuttered, the cold of the sea, hitting his face. His teeth chattered, and with crossed arms he folded into himself, trying to keep warm. The clothes he wore, almost an exact copy of Seungcheol’s, failed to keep him warm as well. The black beanie on his head was a small solace.

He was twenty-one and in as much danger of getting arrested as Seungcheol was.

“W-We should have stolen a better boat,” he said, shivering. “Or m-maybe none at all,” he grumbled.

Seungcheol cupped his hands together and blew the warmest air he could into them. “We have no choice. We do this and we have the money we need to give our family a real Christmas dinner.”

He looked at Jihoon, “A Christmas dinner, Ji. Just one. One. For our brothers.”

Jihoon nodded, running his hands down his red face. There was nothing more for Jihoon to say. He understood what Seungcheol was trying to do and although he thought there were thousands of ways that it could wrong...

“Now,” Seungcheol told him.

Jihoon nodded. He pulled the string that started their small boat’s engine and steered it towards the yacht they had been eyeing all night long. He stopped under a row of portholes on the side of that looked deserted. The side that was hidden from those on land but not those farther out in the sea.

“We can use these as steps to get into the boat,” Seungcheol nodded at Jihoon’s observation.

“You stay here. I’ll go alone.”

Jihoon balked. “What?”

“I’m going alone.”

“That’s too dangerous. I’ll go with you.”

Seungcheol smiled, “You’re staying here.” Then, ignoring Jihoon’s cries of protest, he pushed himself onto the first porthole.

Groaning, Jihoon maneuvered himself underneath Seungcheol and began pushing him upwards, helping him reach the next porthole.

Then, Seungcheol stumbled over the railing and into the boat. When he gathered his bearings, he looked over the railing, gave Jihoon a thumbs up and mouthed for him to stay.

After a moment, he gave his back to Jihoon and let out a sigh of relief.

If anything went wrong and he went down, at least he would go down alone.

Taking steps forwards was troubling for him. The sea rocked the yacht and it made him feel as if at any moment he would be thrown over the railing and into the ocean.

He supported himself against the wall and took big steps forward, hoping that it would mean things would go by faster. To his relief, he didn’t have to walk far before he found a door labeled “Hallway to Cabin Stairway.”

He grinned like a madman as he pulled the door open and fell forward. The hallway looked impossibly long. Like before, he took a deep breath and then giant steps forward, quickly now, wanting to reach the stairwell.

When he reached it and began his descent, he practically skipped over most of the steps. If anyone had been there to watch him they would say he fell down the stairs. But Seungcheol, he flew down the stairs because of his strong will to get the job down.

He rested at the bottom for a couple seconds, hand against the wall, watching as the hallways rocked from side to side.

Until they didn’t.

A shuddering breath left him as he pushed himself off the wall and walked down the rest of the hall and through the door and into the cabins hall. He tried the first door on his left-- locked. Then the one on the right-- locked.

He let out a frustrated huff but kept walking forward.

The next door, the one on his right was already slightly ajar.

He grinned.

He pushed the door open and almost danced in giddiness. An arrange of coats and purses were lying across the large cabin. It was a room larger than any he had ever seen, bigger than any room he had ever been in. It almost made him angry. But, the possibility of the loot in front of him drove the anger away, if only for a moment.

He dove forward, grabbed the first bag he saw and dug through it. One hundred and fifty dollars.

“Rich people,” he laughed.

It took him five minutes in all his giddy happiness to dig through all the coats and bags. It was 11:58 when he finished; and, with his own bag clutched in his hands, he scurried out of the room and headed to the one directly across from it.

The door was closed but unlocked. It was pitch black when he opened the door. His fingers felt around the wall for a switch. Then froze when the lights came on.

Another man his age, he guessed, whined at the sudden influx of light. He sat up and glared at Seungcheol, taking him for a crew member. “Turn off the fucking lights.”

Seungcheol nodded and did as told. He took some steps backward, backed into the hallway, and closed the door before another word could be said. He had just opened the next door when the man from before came tumbling out, pointing a finger at him.

“Fucking thief!” Crap.

The guy looked horrible as if he were about to hurl. Yet despite his obvious illness, the guy stumbled forward and shoved Seungcheol into the door frame.

Groaning because the back of his head hit the frame, Seungcheol dropped to his knees and crawled down the hallway. He narrowly avoided the swift quick that the guy aimed at him.

Then the rocking came back.

Seungcheol stood up and stumbled forward, throwing a punch. It hit the guy’s nose and sent him stumbling backward. The man fell to the floor.

It took almost no time for him to stand up and throw a punch himself. He missed but it grazed Seungcheol’s mouth.

Seungcheol laughed. He could feel a trickle of blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

Like bulls, they charged at each other. Each of them aiming at the faces of the other.

Stalemate.

In an act of desperation, Seungcheol lunged at the man and kicked him in the gut. The man stumbled backward and hit the back of his head against a door frame again.

Then, as Seungcheol neared the man and readied to kick him once more, a rumbling sound filled the halls and the boat rocked harder than it ever had before.

They didn’t notice.

Water started to seep through the doors of the upper hallway. It slithered down the velvety, red carpet and down the stairwell. A puddle began forming on the carpet of the hallway until even that became a stream. Even Seungcheol’s bag of loot started to drift from where he had dropped it when the man first hit him. It wasn't until they both pushed each other and fell face-first onto the floor that they realized water was beginning to accumulate.

To their dismay, it was too late. Not a minute after they both dizzily stood up did a canon of water shoot down from the stairwell.

A second later, they were out cold and drowning.

That was 12:00:00, December 25th.

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DECEMBER 25TH

You paced back and forth in the dimly lit hallway of the emergency waiting room of a hospital.

It was four in the morning and the lights were yet to be turned on. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t anybody in the hospital. Even besides the patients, doctors, and nurses, there was a group of raggedy dressed young men sitting on some of the area’s chairs.

Nayoung Lim was sitting a couple of seats away from where Jeonghan had taken a seat, a towel wrapped around her soaked body.

The gala had been nearing its end when you had gotten a call on your cell. 12:30 am and Joshua’s parents were frantically screaming for you to go to the hospital over the phone.

Joshua had been in a sinking yacht. He had been rescued, unconscious, and with water in his lungs, from the hallway of the sleeping quarters the boat.

What had he been doing there? His blood was heavily intoxicated! He was supposed to be at the gala with you and Jeonghan!

The tears came almost instantly and instead of words, hiccuped gasps escaped you. From that, they gathered almost instantly that you weren’t responsible for whatever their son was going through.

Jeonghan had stolen the phone from your hands and brought it up to his own ears. He asked what was wrong after noticing it was Joshua’s mother on the phone.

It was Jeonghan that dragged you to your family’s limo.

It was Jeonghan that told the driver where to go.

It was Jeonghan that kept you from screaming your lungs off at Nayoung.

“Look we want to apologize,” a tall boy with round glasses stood up from his seat, “your friend probably got stuck there because of our brother—”

“Your thief of a fucking brother. He was stealing my friend’s property! Joshua is here because of him.”

“Oh, shut up! It's your fault Joshua was even there in the first place!” You yelled, turning around to lunge at her.

Jeonghan sprang to his feet and blocked your path, holding you back by pinning your arms to your sides.

“My fault?” She scoffed, “Joshua’s a big boy, he can make his own choices; and want a big boy he is.” She smirked flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Rage seethed through you. Everything was tinted red in your vision but, Jeonghan didn’t let you act on it.

Nayoung smirked at your restrained state. Then, remembering where she was and who was there. She turned to the group of six boys and glowered at them, “Consider yourself fucking sued.”

Before you could yell at her again, Jeonghan spoke, “For what?” He scoffed, “For coming to see their brother at the hospital? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Their brother--”

“Their brother did nothing. You’re the sole person responsible for everyone on that boat,” he glared at her.

“Look at them, they’re poor! He was stealing.”

“Do you have any proof of that?” You glanced at the group of boys against the opposite wall, noting for the first time what Nayoung was referring to. Their clothes were falling apart at the seams.

Nayoung looked at him indignantly. But before she could speak, a doctor came out from the emergency room in scrubs. She looked at the room curiously then looked down at the clipboard in her hands.

“For Joshua Hong?”

“That’s me!” Nayoung practically screamed.

“That’s not true!” You growled. “We’re--” you motioned between Jeonghan and you, “the one’s here for him.”

“Alright.” The doctor interjected. “Either of you family?”

“No.” You frowned, “They aren’t here. But, his mother sent us in her place.”

“Paperwork?”

“Filed.” You said, handing her a copy of the paperwork you had to fill out when you had gotten there. You could feel Nayoung glaring behind you.

“Alright,” she said, reading over the names on the forms, “follow me.”

You smirked at Nayoung as you walked past her. Jeonghan pulled you along, forcing you to keep walking before you could do anything; and, before the doors slid closed behind you, you took a glance at the group of boys. All except one were staring at the ceiling to avoid looking in Nayoung’s direction.

They had been left in the lion's den and they knew it.

But, the short one with a chopped up black sweater was staring in your direction. His eyes were rimmed with red. You looked at each other for a few seconds before he looked away.

Then the door closed.

The doctor and Jeonghan were waiting for an elevator to come down when you caught up to them not so far away. It took you to the 20th floor where Joshua had been given his own private room.

You ran when she gave you the room number, leaving Jeonghan behind with her.

The hallway was slippery but it did nothing to stop you as you ran. The dim lighting was barely enough to look at the plaques on the walls and read their numbers. When you finally found it, you rushed inside and forgot to even close the door before breaking into tears again.

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When Seungcheol woke up there were bright lights in his face and an incessant beeping in his ears. His face felt swollen and awkward but his back felt like he had been sleeping on clouds. He really didn’t want to open his eyes.

When he yawned and tried to stretch, he realized there was something holding him down. His eyes flew open. He turned his head to look down at his left hand without sitting up.

There was a girl holding his hand. A girl he had never seen before, but couldn’t help noticing was really pretty. Who was he to reject a pretty gir--

‘Wait,’ he thought to himself. He glanced down at his hand again and froze. Since when did he have such long fingers… His hand did not look like this hand he realized then screamed.

The girl beside him woke up and instantly attempted to calm him. She rubbed circles onto his hand with the pad of her thumb. With her other hand, she reached over to press the blue button that called a nurse.

“Joshua! Joshua, calm down! Please calm down. Everything's going to be okay! Joshua! Joshua!” She cried.

“Who’s Joshua?!” He screamed. “I’m not Joshua! I’m not Joshua!” As he repeated, screaming and thrashing in his bed as a nurse injected sedatives into his IV bag.

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DECEMBER 26TH

Joshua woke up groaning, twisting and turning on a bed that looked like it belonged in the trash. The springs were broken and the stuffing was spilling out from the sides. It had been slept on one too many times. Signs of its previous owners were permanently imprinted onto it.

Like a prince with a pea under his mattress, he complained until someone came into the suffocatingly dry, concrete room.

“Coups,” he heard, “What’s wrong?”

“What the hell is a Coups and what is it doing in my room,” he groaned.

“What?” He heard and this time opened his eyes. His eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Coups?” They asked.

“What?” He asked this time. Suddenly, his surroundings started to come into focus and he couldn’t help but sit up in a flash. He was surrounded by four concrete walls devoid of any color. Bits of concrete were beginning to chip and when he looked at the ceiling, it looked like it was about to crumble.

“Where the hell am I?” He asked slowly. Disbelief was beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach.

He turned to look at the person who had been talking to him and balked. He didn’t know the person standing in front of him.

The boy had a long face, black hair, and round glasses. He wore clothes that didn’t fit him and were falling off of his shoulders, and he had a book in his hands.

“Who the hell are you?”

The boy didn’t have time to answer, not that he really could. He was too confused at his brother’s frantic state.

Joshua looked around again and stopped when he spotted a mirror. A boy he didn’t know was staring back at him. Long face, thick lips, big nose, black hair….

He lifted a hand to wave at the boy and when he mimicked him simultaneously, he screamed and scrambled off the bed. He ran his hands over his face and cried.

Freaked out, the boy rushed out the door and locked it. Despite being in a different room and getting farther from the first, he could still be heard screaming for someone else. “Woozi! Woozi! Something’s wrong with Coups!” The boy screamed.

Joshua took large gulps of air, trying to get his breathing under control. “This has to be a nightmare.” He whispered to himself. “I’ll just… I’ll just pinch myself. Yeah.” He did as he said, and yelped when his fingernails dug into his skin.

He started to hyperventilate.

The door opened and in walked in the boy from before, followed by a shorter, stern-looking boy.

“Who the fuck is responsible for this?!” Joshua barked at them.

The short one raised an eyebrow at him curiously. “Did what?”

“This isn’t funny, you know. I’ll freaking sue you. I’ll take the little you’ve got.”

“Sue me?” He asked. “Seungcheol what is going on?”

“Who the hell is Seungcheol?!” He screamed again, stumbling as he stood up.

The boy nodded a single time as if he had figured everything out. He turned to the boy with the round glasses, “I think has a concussion, a bit of amnesia. He should be fine after a bit of rest. It’s what the doctor said he needed, anyways.”

“Are you talking about me?” He asked frantically. “Are you talking about me?”

“Coups,” the boy began as he directed his attention at him again, “you don’t remember anything right now. That’s fine. You’ll be fine after you rest. You aren’t allowed to go to work, by the way, I already talked to your boss. It’s fine for today.”

“Work?” Joshua said, repulsed.

“Come on,” Woozi said to the other boy, “Help me get him to bed.”

Joshua looked at the bed, “There’s no way in hell I’m getting into that tick-infested death trap.” He had noticed the springs that were popping out from the fabric.

“Seungcheol, I’ve told you one too many times the bed doesn’t have any ticks!” The glasses boy whined.

“It’s obvious you’re blind if you think that thing. It’s completely tick-infested.”

The boy reeled backward, offended. Woozi shook his head exasperated.

“Go to bed,” Woozi said to him slowly. Then, he turned to the other boy, “Common, Wonwoo.”

They hurried out the door without looking back. Joshua heard ‘click’ of the lock before he could even try to go after them. He felt like a prisoner, stuck in a small room with no windows and a bed that he refused to sleep in.

He kicked at the floor with the little energy he had and slumped to the ground.

He was defeated.

He didn’t understand what was going on, where he was, or how he had even gotten there.

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Seungcheol woke up with sedatives still coursing through his veins. His eyes and body felt heavy, but it didn’t stop him from sitting up and opening his eyes.

He had no recollection of what had happened the day before at the hospital, but in a second it all came rushing back to him as the blanket that had been wrapped around his shoulders fell off and the coldness of the room hit him. That and his grandiose surroundings.

He was sure he had never seen a TV as big as the one set up across from him, taking up the entire height of a wall, which he imagined was how tall castle walls were, and half of its length. In the screen’s reflection, he saw a skinny boy in a large bed, in what he imagined was silk… everything. He would have thought it was some black and white show on tv were it not for that fact that the boy was staring directly at him, quietly, in colors that really made him think of the negatives he saw when he went into the old photo print shop.

He couldn’t think of anything to say. So, he screamed.

In an instant, men and women in maid outfits rushed inside and lined up in a neat row in front of the television. They bowed their heads silently and stared at their shoes. When the silence dragged on, Seungcheol realized they were waiting for orders.

He swallowed.

Footsteps echoed into the room as they rushed closer.

He glanced at the door just as two more people rushed inside. It was the pretty girl from before, he realized, the one that had been holding his hand at the hospital.

“What happened?” He asked. He wanted to know. He needed to know. But, he didn’t want to be knocked out again the way he had been at the hospital.

The hospital…

“What day is it?!” He shuddered, that wasn’t his voice.

That was not his voice.

“Joshua. Joshua, please calm down.”

You approached Joshua slowly. There was an odd look in his eyes that you had never seen before.

But since the hospital had just released him, you were trying very hard to make sure he didn’t exert himself or stress himself. Not only you had thought of that, but his parents too. Who better to check up on him than a childhood “friend.”

“Do you remember anything?”

He shook his head. He didn’t dare mention that he wasn’t Joshua.

After hurrying to sit by his side, you looked at his hands hesitatingly. Your hands twitched wanting to reach out and hold them, but instead, you folded them in your lap and stared at him sadly.

“You were in an accident. You’ve been out for a few days and you sort of freaked out in the hospital.”

“Accident?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, then mumbled, “at Nayoung’s stupid yacht party.”

“Oh.” It was a single word, but behind it, he was screaming into oblivion. He wasn’t this so-called ‘Joshua’ and he would have never been on a yacht.

“Do you have a mirror?” He asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed. It was like he had amnesia. But you didn’t want Joshua to have another freak-out and you knew his room’s layout by memory, so you motioned to your right without taking your eyes off of him.

Seungcheol shifted to look where you were pointing and froze when he saw his reflection. His eyes couldn’t help but twitch. Then he shuddered at the thought he had to pretend to be the skinny boy he saw in the mirror.

“Is there anything you need?” You asked him.

“Y/N.”

Oh, he thought, so that’s your name. Then, he looked at the person next to you who had spoken. Another skinny boy, Seungcheol thought to himself, long face, thin nose, white hair, and hard eyes that seemed to be directed at him. “Let him get what he wants himself. You’re not responsible for him.”

“Jeonghan,” you sighed, “if you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to be.”

“We should both go,” he grumbled, “Joshua can take care of himself.”

Seungcheol felt a shudder run down his spine. He could feel the venom in Jeonghan’s voice, the resentment he felt for Josuha. It was coming off of him in waves as he got closer to you protectively.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nodded, “You should go. I’ll be fine. Besides, I need to go somewhere.”

“You heard him,” Jeonghan smirked.

“What, no! You can’t!”

“Why not?” Seungcheol smiled tensely.

“The doctor said you need to rest. Besides--” you bit your lips, “You’ve been out cold for an entire day. You need to rest to gain your strength back before going anywhere.”

“I need to be somewhere though,” he grumbled.

“Doesn’t matter, you need rest and rest is what you’re going to do.” You stood up and crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly.

Seungcheol couldn’t help but look you over. From head to toe, his eyes traveled down you, furrowing at the clothes you were wearing. They looked...normal, he thought to himself. They were clothes he would have thought only people like him would wear. Not clothes rich people would wear. A tee-shirt, a thin sweater, jeans, and worn-out sneakers.

“What?” You asked, a blush creeping up your neck. It was the most attention you had ever gotten from Joshua, but he didn’t know that.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“Wearing what?” You asked, looking down at the clothes you were wearing.

“Wearing that!” He pointed at you.

“Back off, Joshua.” Jeonghan stepped up from behind you, “If Y/N wants to wear a tee shirt and jeans that’s up to her. Some of us have better ways to spend our money than buying a million-dollar pajama set.” He glared at him.

Seungcheol looked at the clothes he was wearing with wide eyes. “Wait that’s not--”

“Lock the door,” Jeonghan told the service, “those are his mother's orders. Only come to bring him lunch and dinner.”

“Common,” Jeonghan waved at the workers to leave the room after them, pulling you out without a word.

In a few seconds, far to few for Seungcheol to remember to stand up and go after them, the door was closed and locked.

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DECEMBER 27TH

There was a sway in your step as you walked up Joshua’s driveway with large, empty, reusable bags in your arms. Jeonghan lagged behind you, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He wasn’t much of an early bird and it was 5 am-- too early in Jeonghan’s opinion.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? They probably don’t even remember us or want us there,” he whined as he hid his face behind his hands.

“I think we should. Their brother was only trying to find a way to give them a Christmas dinner.” Truth be told, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the short boy who had been staring at you in the hospital.

“Yeah, but, taking food from Joshua’s house? Don’t get me wrong, if this is your way of getting revenge, I’m all for it.”

You laughed at Jeonghan’s words. “I just thought we could ask him if he wanted to donate some food to give.”

“I don’t think Joshua’s the type of guy to help the guy that punched him. Or even those in need.”

“You never know,” You smiled at him.

“Oh no,” Jeonghan shook his head, “we already know.”

You were nearing the steps that lead to the front door, laughing at Jeonghan’s attempt to pull you back down the driveway and away from Joshua’s house, when your steps faltered.

Jeonghan bumped into you, “Why’d you stop walking? Oh.”

You swallowed the rage you felt at the sight of Nayoung standing outside of Joshua’s front door. A maid blocked her path inside and insisted that she wasn’t allowed inside. “I am Lim Nayoung! What do you mean I’m not allowed inside! I’m Joshua’s closest friend!” She huffed and stomped her foot.

You rushed to the door when you saw her lift her foot and tilt it so she could stomp the maid’s foot.

“Didn’t you hear her? You’re not allowed inside, go away.”

“Says who?”

“Says me,” you growled.

“And Joshua’s mother.” Jeonghan piped up, walking up behind you and waving the maid away. He took her place blocking the door, arms crossed. “Go away before I call the police.”

Nayoung looked at him indignantly, her hand rising to slap him. You, at the sight of this, raised your own hand to retaliate before she could hit Jeonghan.

“What is going on here?”

You all froze. Joshua walked up behind Jeonghan, opening the other door to look at you all confusedly.

“Joshua!” Nayoung chirped, batting her eyelashes and twirling a piece of hair in her fingers. “I thought we could throw a party today but they won't let me in.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach watching the way she was acting around him and her proposal. There was no way Joshua would pass an opportunity to have a party.

“I don’t know you,” he responded, looking at her for a moment then taking a peek in your direction.

“Joshua--” she began, her voice becoming sickly sweet before Joshua cut her off.

“Look I think you should go, I’m busy here,” he said before turning around and closing the door.

You smiled at Nayoung, biting back a giggle that was threatening to escape when her face grew red. You waved at her, taunting her, to say goodbye as you pushed Jeonghan inside and slammed the door behind you.

“Yes!” You cheered, accidentally dropping your bags.

“Don’t you think Joshua’s acting a bit weird?” Jeonghan asked as you kneeled to pick up your bags.

“Weird? I just think he’s finally coming to his senses.” You grinned and nodded for him to follow you into the kitchen.

Joshua was inside, grabbing different foods from his cabinets and fridge. He placed them in bags gently, stopping every now and then to debate about what he was choosing.

You smiled faded when you saw him, “What are you doing?”

He cleared his throat, “Nothing. Just throwing out some food.”

“Throwing out?” You asked, eyeing the fabric bags he had on the kitchen island.

“Well more like taking them somewhere.” He answered, not looking up. “You didn’t have to come. In fact,” he smiled, “you should probably go now.”

“A-Actually,” you hesitated, “I was wondering if you wanted to donate some food? I was, umm, planning to go give it to that other boy who was rescued with you, and his family.”

“Y/N,” Jeonghan hissed.

Joshua’s movements between the bags and the cabinets faltered. He stopped suddenly and looked at you with a frown on his lips.

“Why would you do that?”

“Well, I just thought it would be a nice thing to do,” you whispered. “T-They missed their own Christmas Eve dinner because of the accident…” you trailed off.

Anger seemed to radiate off of Joshua.

An embarrassed blush crept up your neck.

Joshua eyed the blush creeping up your face at his staring. He placed the cans in his hands on the counter and approached you.

“Sweetheart,” He said, giving you a flirty smile. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Joshua,” Jeonghan warned him. You swallowed, face growing even redder.

“I’m sure they’re fine without the food. Why don’t you wait for me here, instead? I just have to go run an errand then I’ll be back.”

“Y/N,” Jeonghan warned but glared at Joshua.

You looked at Joshua standing not so far from you, biting his lips like he was trying to seduce you. But, you felt nothing and it surprised you. Even when Joshua smiled smugly, you could feel the wings of some butterflies in your stomach. When he flirted with other girls in front of you and Jeonghan, you always wished it was you. When you imagined it, you could feel your face growing hot.

But, right now? Nothing.

You sighed, looking down at your feet, “No. I want to take this to them.”

The smile fell from Joshua’s face. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to. You can come if you want.” You offered, snatching the food he had been putting in the bags.

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In less than an hour, you found yourself sitting in front of a group of seven boys, all of them seemingly around your age, on a couch that was being held up by loose blocks of wood. They all stared at you stone-faced, except for one. Seungcheol, the boy who had been rescued along with Joshua, stared at both you and Jeonghan alternatively.

His face wasted no expense in showing you that he was mad.

Besides you, Jeonghan had his arms crossed and stared at the other boys a stone-faced as well. There was a tense silence and a smell in the air like rotting wood.

“What do you want?” The short one asked bluntly.

“Woozi!” One of the others hissed.

“No no no,” You shook your hands, “it’s okay. We, um, we brought you some food so you could have a Christmas dinner.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m sorry. Can I have a word with you?” Seungcheol growled, looking at you.

“And I to you, Woozi,” Josuha grumbled starting at the boy. You looked between them confused. You didn’t know they knew each other.

“Alright,” You nodded.

He pushed himself off the couch and sauntered into an empty room in a way that looked all too familiar to you.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

He glared at you, “Have you not realized that the Joshua sitting next to you isn’t me. Him. Me. I’m Joshua!” He stumbled, pointing to himself in the end.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, backing into the door.

“Y/N, I’m Joshua. I don’t know what’s going on or how this happened but that Joshua out there isn’t Joshua. I’m Joshua.”

“I think you might still have a concussion from the accident. Woozi!” You screamed into the hall.

Woozi came rushing into the room, glaring at both Joshua and Seungcheol while he looked between the both of them.

“I’m not him!” They both screamed, “I’m me!” They pointed at each other.

“I’ve known you since we were kids, Y/N. You’re two years younger than me and you’re a goody-two-shoes along with Jeonghan.” Seungcheol said.

“Woozi you gotta believe me, I’m Seungcheol.” Joshua pleaded, “You’re my brother, my brother.” He pleaded. “We’ve acted like parents to the rest of our brothers all of our lives. Please.”

You and Woozi alternated between Joshua and Seungcheol, studying that way that they each looked at the both of you. A glint in Seungcheol’s eyes broke you.

“Oh, I knew the flirting was too good to be true.”

“The flirting was real, Y/N,” the fake Joshua said, smirking at you, “You’re really pretty, sweetheart.” He placed a hand against your cheek only to have it slapped away by the real Joshua.

“Don’t fucking touch her. Who the hell do you think you are?” He growled.

“Oh, come on,” you cried.

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DECEMBER 28TH

You walked down the streets of the city with your head bowed and your sneakers squeaking against the concrete. Woozi, Seungcheol, and Joshua walked beside you all heading in the same direction.

It had taken the entire day before to come up with a plan that would help make Joshua and Seungcheol the people they were again. It hadn’t taken long to convince Jeonghan that Joshua wasn’t who you thought him to be. According to him, he had been acting “way too nice to be Joshua, I thought something was off.”

Then, to come up with a plan that didn’t make you all feel like complete idiots was a struggle all on its own.

“How much longer until we get there?” Seungch-- Joshua, the real Joshua, grumbled. “I’d like to get out of this body as soon as possible. I’ve been getting calls about having to go to work.” He shuddered.

“Work?!” The real Seungcheol gasped. “You should be at work! Not here!”

You sighed as they both started to argue with each other. You heard Woozi sigh behind you and you slowed down to walk beside him.

“I’m sorry about him.” He pointed at the real Seungcheol.

“No, it’s okay,” you sighed. “I’m sorry you had to deal with him.” You pointed at the real Joshua. “If you don’t mind me asking, why were you staring at me at the hospital?”

Woozi chuckled awkwardly, rubbing a hand against the nape of his neck, “It was nothing, really.”

“Please, tell me” you smiled.

“I was just...curious. You were wearing really fancy clothes but you weren’t acting like some rich kid like the other girl.” He laughed, looking anywhere but you.

“Oh,” you blushed.

“What are you two talking about?” The real Joshua grumbled, pausing to glare at you and Woozi.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, “Keep walking.”

“We’re already here,” he hissed through his teeth.

You looked up at the shop next to you and nodded, “Then, let’s go inside.”

It hadn’t been a second since you walked inside when a woman appeared from behind a curtain and stared at the four of you.

“Hello. This is a fortune teller’s shop, right? The one that also specializes in--”

“Witchcraft,” she said. “You two, the ones not in their own bodies, follow me,” she said, then disappeared behind the curtain.

Seungcheol and Joshua looked at the both of you wide-eyed, a hint of fear in their eyes.

“Go,” Woozi grumbled, then slumped down onto a waiting chair.

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“We need your help,” Seungcheol cried.

“We need to go back into our own bodies. I can’t stand being in this body anymore,” Joshua cried.

The woman stared at them with an unwavering gaze, unamused at their sentences trade-offs. Her gaze was so strong, they started to squirm under the look of her eyes.

She stood up from her seat and walked around the table, grabbing a crystal ball from a shelf. “You two got yourself into this. It’s very easy to see why you both ended up here.”

“Tell us how to go back,” Joshua whined. “I’ll pay you what you want.”

The woman sat down, dumping the crystal ball onto the table, and looked at Joshua judgingly.

“I cannot tell you how to fix your predicament,” she said, raising a hand before they could complain. “BUT, I can give you some direction by looking into your future.”

“Alright, thank you,” Seungcheol said.

The woman pursed her lips and stared into the ball, “I see white tee-shirts for the both of you. Tomorrow. They have a word stamped across its back. The letter ‘V’ and the girl you came here with.”

She stopped there and looked at them both, “Your answer lies with her. But, after tomorrow, you’ll be stuck like this forever.”

“What?!” Joshua screamed.

“Leave.” The woman deadpanned.

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“She said our answers lie with you. Tomorrow,” Joshua huffed as he stomped past you. “What do you have going on tomorrow?”

“I-I’m volunteering tomorrow,” You stuttered as Joshua whipped his head around and his intense gaze met yours. Even with Seungcheol’s eyes, you could feel his actual eyes, “A-at the food pantry.”

“Alright,” He said, nodding to himself before shooting you a grin, “I can do that. I can definitely do that.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” he said, smiling at you before turning around to head home.

“Joshua…”

“Yeah?”

“The other way.” You smiled nervously, pointing in the direction of Seungcheol’s home.

“Riiiight,” He chuckled, turning around and heading in the opposite direction.

“What has been going on at your house?” You said to Woozi, Seungcheol staring at Joshua’s (his) receding back.

“Our youngest brother has been bullying him this entire time,” Woozi shrugged nonchalantly.

You gave him an odd look. A younger brother bullying his older brother constantly didn’t seem like something another older brother would be okay with.

“In a brotherly way!” He corrected when he saw the look you were giving him. “I think the prospect of having someone bug him like a little brother has been getting to him. He’s been doing lots of chores because of it.”

You blinked unbelievingly. Someone had actually managed to make Joshua do chores? Without blackmailing him? Someone who had literally no relation to him?

“Oh, Chan,” Seungcheol sighed, a fond smile on his face.

“Alright, well, I’ll meet you guys tomorrow to take you to the volunteer site,” you said, nodding at Woozi. “Common, Seungcheol.”

“Later, Ji,” He smiled and grabbed your hand. He pulled you in the direction of home, walking at the speed of light, and when you managed to turn around to wave at Woozi, he was already gone.

“Why in such a rush?” You laughed softly, trying to pull him into a walk.

“Well I thought we could go back to Joshua’s mansion and you could spend the rest of the day with me.”

“Spend the rest of the day with you?” You asked.

Seungcheol smiled nervously as he stopped and looked at you in the eye. You were smiling so nicely, so prettily at him that he felt he was acting like a lunatic.

You had been so nice to him before…

“I just… I’m afraid that someone will realize that I’m not Joshua the trust fund man.”

“Don’t be,” you sighed, “most people don’t even pay attention to him anymore.”

“Still,” Seungcheol shook his head and grabbed your hand, “I’d feel better if you… came home with me and helped me fit in?”

You pursed your lips as you tried not to giggle at Seungcheol’s red cheeks. He looked so bashful it was adorable.

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DECEMBER 29TH

Seungcheol held your hand as you walked down the street in the direction of his house. He swung them as you walked and winked at you every time your gaze landed on him.

“Stop,” you giggled. The day before, Seungcheol had ended up asking for your number after claiming that he wasn’t going to be able to pull off pretending to be Joshua after you were gone; and yet, after texting you once about what he would ask for lunch from the waitstaff, you ended up texting each other for hours after until you both knocked out.

Jeonghan looked at your intertwined hands quizzically, shooting you a look about it. You shook your head at him.

“We’re here!” Seungcheol cheered as you stopped in front of his house’s door.

You knocked on the metal door once before it was pulled open and Joshua stood in front of you. He smiled for a few seconds until something seemed to hit him. He stared at your intertwined hands.

“Why are you two holding hands?” His eyes narrowed.

“We’re just are,” you answered. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “just let me go get Woozi.”

“Cheol!” You heard someone yell inside, “Help me do the dishes!”

“I can’t,” you heard Joshua yell back as he walked disappeared inside, “I have to go somewhere right now! Woozi!”

You and Jeonghan held back your giggles outside. Joshua seemed nicer now that he had been forced to live without his money. You hadn’t been around him much to see this in action but Seungcheol had gotten a text from Woozi with a video of Joshua on it. He was still grumpy of course, but that seemed more like it was because he was still in Seungcheol’s body.

“Hey, guys.” Woozi greeted you three as he walked out of the house. Joshua closed the door behind him as he exited.

“Lead the way,” Joshua mumbled, again looking at your hands. You didn’t notice though, you were too busy laughing at Seungcheol’s attempt to flirt with you.

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Joshua stared at himself as Seungcheol. He couldn’t help but feel different and it wasn’t because he wasn’t in his own body. He could see himself as himself even as he was Seungcheol; and, he could see Seungcheol even as he looked like himself (Joshua).

He thought maybe it was the white tee-shirt he was wearing with the word ‘Volunteer’ inscribed on the back. But that didn’t feel completely right.

Maybe it was the fake siblings he had amassed because of this.

‘No,’ he shook his head to himself. It couldn’t have been Seungcheol’s brothers. Seungcheol’s brothers were great, not really caring that he was older than the rest of them and still forcing him to do things that older brothers would get annoyed about.

Joshua glanced down at “his” phone and turned it on. He swallowed remembering what the last thing he had been looking at was.

<< Y/N PERSONAL INSTAGRAM || NO UNKNOWNS! >>

The follow button taunted him. He knew he could request to follow you via Seungcheol but then that would mean HE wanted to follow you. He wanted to know what you were doing.

‘No!’ Joshua stopped himself. The reason he had been staring at your private Instagram account was that he wanted a glimpse into his old life. His rich life.

It definitely wasn’t because he wanted to see what you were up to.

He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about that at the moment. So he shut off his phone and took a look around the place you had brought them to. The room like a factory floor, complete with large boxes stacked up as if trying they were trying to reach the sky.

A lot of people were there, ripping boxes and putting cans and other smaller boxes into reusable fabric bags.

It was six in the morning.

He couldn’t believe so many people would be willing to wake up so early that they would be able to work at six in the morning, just to pack bags of food for other people.

You were one of those people.

“How often do you do this?” Joshua asked, swallowing back the sudden burst of fear he felt running down his chest.

“Oh just every now and then.” You answered, blushing.

“She does this every weekend,” Jeonghan answered after you. “Sometimes she switches it up though. Instead of this food pantry, she does toy drives all through September until Christmas.”

Joshua’s mouth fell into a small gape of awe.

“No big deal,” you said, laughing the attention off. “I’ll go get you guys some tags.”

When you left, Jeonghan turned to Joshua, and even though Seungcheol and Woozi were there, he told him exactly what he was thinking. “I know you’re seeing Y/N in a new light but don’t look so shellshocked. She’s done this forever. If anything you should be embarrassed to not have known this about her considering we all grew up together.”

He stopped when he saw you on your way back. In an instant, a second thought popped into his head. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to say but in the end, he felt like this would protect you more than hurt you.

“One more thing,” he said, turning to Joshua quickly, “don’t act or flirt with Y/N. You’ll only end up getting her hopes up and hurting her. When you get back into your body, you’ll probably end up going back to your asshole ways.”

“What are you guys talking about?” You asked, handing each of them a name tag.

“Nothing,” Jeonghan smiled at you.

“Alright well—” you handed out assignments, pointing Seungcheol and Woozi in the direction of the distribution lines and warning them that the people there liked to talk.

“Jeonghan they want you in inventory and you,” you said looking at Joshua (really ever since you found out about their predicament you couldn’t stop seeing Joshua in front of you even though it was Seungcheol’s body that was in front of you) “they said you should be in my section, we’re unboxing and packing.”

“Alright,” he said. Jeonghan, already walking past you motioned that he would be watching him.

Joshua smiled awkwardly. What the hell had he meant when he said not to get your hopes up.

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Joshua was in the bathroom three hours later, taking a ten minute break and wondering how the hell you managed to do this so often. He had cuts all over his fingers and he wasn’t even sure how not to get them anymore.

He left the bathroom after twenty minutes, holding pieces of a paper towel between his fingers.

“Hey,” you greeted him as you stomped on an empty cardboard box, “what’s with the paper towels pieces?” You asked frowning and your eyebrows furrowing.

“Oh, nothing,” He chuckled nervously.

“Is that…” you trailed off, “is that blood?”

“Yeah...” Joshua answered sheepishly.

“Joshua! You should have said something!” You scolded him, “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“No-no, it’s nothing. It’s fine. I’m fine,” Joshua called after you as you walked away.

When you came back with a first aid kit, you pushed the towel pieces he was holding into a trash bag and got to work on his hand.

“You really should have just said something,” you mumbled, “we could have given you gloves to use.”

Joshua remained quiet as you cleaned and bandaged his hand. In the silence he had never felt before, he grew uncomfortable.

“This is really weird,” he mumbled. He thought you wouldn’t have been able to hear him, but you did.

“What is?”

“Wearing these clothes,” he answered. “Having to live and act like a poor person when I’m really not.”

“Act like a poor person?” You asked tightening the bandage. He winced. “What do you mean acting like a poor person.”

“I just—”

“Yeah, whatever,” you mumbled. In a hurry, you packed the supplies and left.

Joshua stared at your retreating form. Dread was filling the pit of his stomach. Though he knew it wasn’t because he was thinking about his predicament.

Seeing you walk away hurt because of something he said was somehow getting to him. Maybe that’s why he always walked away first, leaving you and Jeonghan behind.

So he didn’t have to see your faces.

“These are very different clothes,” he mumbled when you came back. He toyed with the jean jacket he had thrown over the shirt and gray flannel he was wearing. “They feel different from what I always wear.”

“They should,” you said, already starting to open a box of food, “they aren’t made of silk.”

“I don’t like it. It’s just not me.”

“That’s because you’re pretending to be someone else,” you grunted as you struggled to open a box, the tape being too strong for you.

Joshua, after watching you struggle, stole the box from you and dug out a switch-knife from his pockets and opened it with ease.

“Thanks.”

“Y/N,” Joshua suddenly whined, “I haven't partied in days.”

“Oh boo-hoo,” you cried, “you’re missing out on so much. Tch. I’m sure you’ll be back to partying with Nayoung and all her… friends, soon. ”

“But, I’m not,” Joshua whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, “I missed it at first, but being forced to work with Chan and Vernon--” he paused, noticing the confusion on your face, “Seungcheol’s youngest brothers.”

You hummed and went back to work.

“I don’t know,” he continued, “working with them-- it made me forget about the parties and when I did remember, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing not to be at one.”

Joshua glanced at your hands. They were moving so fast but he managed to catch that you were starting to get cuts on them, a sign of your distraction. You had been doing this too long to know how to break boxes without getting cut.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you away from the tables where you had been working. He led you into one of the hallways that were deserted while everyone was working.

“I started remembering the person I was before I…” he trailed off.

He gazed at your hand, the one he was still holding onto, then at you.

It hit him then, what Jeonghan had meant.

“I used to like you before, you know. Before.”

You were silent, staring at the hand he had yet to let go.

“I want to be Josuha again,” he cried, “But, I don’t want to go back again.”

“That’s always been your choice,” you told him, a rock stuck in your throat.

“Y/N,” he cried again, placing a hand under your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

There he was again. Joshua. Not Seungcheol but Joshua. Seungcheol’s body seemed to melt away, leaving you to look at the boy you used to know. The one that had been friends with you when you were kids. The one that used to chase you with a plastic sword, screaming that he needed to save the princess.

His brown eyes didn’t look like the ones belonging to the cocky Joshua that had walked out of his room a few days ago. Even his face, without the look he had given you and Jeonghan long before, looked kinder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

He was like a magnet you realized. No matter how much you felt angry at him, hurt because of everything that he had done to you and Jeonghan. He was Joshua and something about him always believed that he was somewhere still inside the cockier Joshua.

He was poison.

It was the reason you had never really gone after him. You didn’t want to attach yourself to him and try to change him when that wasn’t your call to make. You couldn’t change a person.

You were so thankful that Jeonghan reminded you constantly that Joshua-- adult, Joshua, wasn’t worth your time.

He kept you from doing something stupid.

But, right now, you saw Joshua. An adult version of the kinder Joshua you knew when you were growing up and he felt more than magnetic.

You both started leaning in, like two planets revolving around each other moments away from crashing into each other, too engrossed in his feelings.

Even if he really didn’t say anything, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. You were milliseconds away from his lips.

“We can’t,” you said suddenly, pulling away. Seungcheol’s image was back. “This is wrong. You’re not Joshua, you’re Seungcheol.”

“But I am Joshua.”

“No, you’re not,” you said, starting to walk away, “You’re Seungcheol.” You left Joshua in the hallway, “You’ve been Seungcheol for a couple of days and it’s already gotten to you.”

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Joshua and Seungcheol sat on chairs inside of Joshua’s room, staring at the walls. Woozi, Jeonghan and you laid on Joshua’s bed contemplating what could be done.

“Maybe tomorrow we could--”

“No,” Joshua cut you off, “she said it had to be today. Today was our last day to go back.”

“One day is not fair,” you huffed, “it’s not enough.” You looked at the clock, 11:50 pm.

“I guess we didn’t find what we’re supposed to,” Seungcheol said, sinking into his chair. Joshua groaned and kicked the floor.

The room was in silence for a while before someone else spoke up.

“If I’m going to be stuck as Seungcheol for the rest of my life then I guess I won’t be seeing you guys as often anymore,” Joshua said, suddenly looking at Jeonghan and you. He sighed, “I have to apologize for the way I’ve been acting.”

“Damn right,” Jeonghan grunted, staring pointedly at him.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way; and, thank you, Y/N, for not giving up on me or letting Jeonghan give up for that matter.”

“It’s alright,” you answered, giving him a sad smile.

Seungcheol spoke up next, “If we’re apologizing then I should apologize to you, Ji. I should have done what you said and gone to the food pantry instead of stealing. We wouldn’t be in this mess right now if I hadn’t--” Jihoon nodded at his words but looked down at his hands.

“It’s alright. I understand why you were doing it.”

The clock’s ticking grew louder than the silence you were all creating. You couldn’t help but stare at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Suddenly, you heard the sound of two bodies hitting the floor with a loud thud. The three of you on the bed shot up to look around only to see Joshua and Seungcheol on the floor, unconscious.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Woozi said frantically, running a hand through his hair before running to them.

“Put them on the bed,” You gulped. “Put them on the bed and hope that they’re switching back.”

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DECEMBER 30TH

12:00am

“Joshua,” he heard your familiar voice call out to him, but he didn’t want to open his eyes. He was afraid that when he did, he would find he was still Seungcheol.

“Joshua.” He heard from you again.

“Joshua, please open your eyes,” you pleaded, looking at Joshua’s body. Besides you, Jihoon was asking Seungcheol to do the same. What could either of you do besides hope that you were both talking to the person you hoped.

But, it seemed both of them were too nervous to open their eyes; and, the longer they took to open their eyes, when you knew they were already coming to, made the dread inside of all of you grow.

“Joshua, please,” you tried again, swallowing as you sat down next to him, making the bed dip. You placed a hand against his cheek and stroked him softly with a thumb.

Joshua bit his lips. He had to do it. He knew there was no avoiding it. But a spark of coldness ran down his arms and taunted him.

“On the count of three,” he said, “one.”

“Two,” Seungcheol followed.

“Three,” they both said and opened their eyes.

A shudder ran down Joshua’s spine, not one of fear nor one of dread but one of hope and pleasure. You were leaning over him, staring into his brown eyes. Worriedly, he could tell, as your eyebrows were creased.

He swallowed, “Am I...me?”

“Joshua?” You asked, chewing your lips. The hand on his cheek stilled.

“Yeah…” He trailed off, a grin starting to grow on his face. You nodded ecstatically, grinning along with him.

“I’m back! I’m back! I’m back!” He cheered as he sat up. “I’m me again!” He yelled and enveloped you in a hug.

“Oh, right,” he smiled, the corners of his eyes curling upwards in a way you hadn’t seen since you were teenagers, “I’m back.”

“What?” You asked, chuckling a bit. His words made no sense to you. It was like he was speaking out loud when he only meant to do it privately in his thoughts.

“I’m back,” he whispered.

“You’re back,” you repeated. You stared at him quietly for a moment, worried that he would go back to his old ways.

Joshua stared into your eyes, understanding completely what was going through your brain.

“I’m back,” he repeated again, hands making their way up to your cheeks where he cupped them.

“Happy birthday, Joshua.” A single breathless laugh and teary eyes from you.

He leaned in and kissed you like he had kissed no other. _______________________________________________________________________

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strxberri · 5 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝟖 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

→ 586 words | 3.1K characters

⇻ fluff, angst-ish

⤷ Where you and Jeonghan have been together for the past 3 years of high school, but when your best friend decides to make a move on him, he finds himself cheating on you with her. That’s when Minghao stepped in and asked you to prom, which made Jepnghan jealous.

You are currently waiting for your boyfriend, Jeonghan to get out of practice because he said that you two needed to talk about something. Once you saw him walking out you got nervous and asked what was on his mind his response was, "Listen, I don't think this is going to work out?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we're breaking up, and not just taking a break, an official break up," he told you sternly, as you ran off crying, while your best friend, Minghao had witnessed the whole thing and ran out after you.

"Hey," Minghao says in a concerned tone.

"What do you want?"

"Can we not talk anymore," he tried joking with you.

"Not today, I don't wanna talk to anyone," you told him not being in the mood to talk.

"Y/N, listen to me, he's just a player and he only asked you out to make his ex, Xiyeon jealous." After that was said, your heart broke into several pieces.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about all of this."

"Minghao, you were the person who hasn't screwed me over," you said basically thanking him.

"You know there's a reason for that right?"

"There is, what is it," you asked him actually wanting to know.

"I like you."

"And I like you too."

"And...since prom is coming up this weekend, and since you don't have a date, would you like to be mine," he asked you as a smile spread across both of your faces ear to ear.

"Sure, I would love to," you told him as you got into his car and he took you home.

After getting home you running upstairs, calling your best friend, Yoo-Jung shrieking into the phone, hearing a concerned, "What's wrong, what's happened, are you okay?"

You answered, "No, but yes."

"No, but yes? What’s that supposed to mean?" she asked you wondering why you answered in that way.

"No, meaning Jeonghan broke up with me, and yes, meaning Minghao asked me to be his date to the prom!" You started yelling the word prom.

"I can't believe he finally asked you." She paused for a bit before saying, "Well at least one of is has a date."

"Yoo-Jung, I'm gonna make sure that you get a date to your first ever prom, you can count on that!"

You hung up the phone going through your contacts, then calling up the perfect person, she has always been interested in since her first year of moving to this town.

Today is prom night and both you and Yoo-Jung were getting ready for your dates, which she still was clueless who she was dressing up for, but you guys just got finished with your hair, makeup, and outfits.

After you two got dressed, your dates had come to pick the both of you up, once getting to the prom everyone was looking at you two all speechless, as Xiyeon approached you saying, "My, my, I never thought that you would've shown up, and look like that, your new nickname should be, Slutbag."

"Wow, that’s an original is that your father called you after, well you know." You smarted off winking at her, as she ran away with a pout on her face.

As the night had gone on it was time for the announcements for, 'King and Queen'. "For tonight's Prom King and Queen, they are, Mr. Choi Seungcheol and Ms. Kim Y/N, congratulations to the both of you." Your headmistress announced to the whole crowd of her school.

#seventeen #seventeen carat #seventeen imagines #seventeen scearios #yoon jeonghan #seventeen jeonghan #svt jeonghan #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan scenarios

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 years ago

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Other Groups Masterlist

Old writing style: 🖤 (It’s because I never edited in the beginning and now my new writing is edited :)

Everything unmarked is fluff

Updated: 8/20/24

I don’t actively write for these groups

Newly added groups have their masterlists linked to their name. And those groups are; Astro, BTS, Day6, NCT (All Units), and Stray Kids.

Main Masterlist

24k:

One-shots/Series:

Cory:

Day 25 Prompt 37 🖤

Daeil:

Day 9 Prompt 16 [Drinking, Drug use and Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

Astro:

One-shots/Series:

Cha Eunwoo:

Polaroid

Warmth [Royal AU]

Sanha:

Day 36 Prompt 12 🖤

B.A.P:

One-shots/Series:

Daehyun:

Day 27 Prompt 31 [Very Small Mentions of Getting High] 🖤

Zelo:

Day 15 Prompt 32 [Mentions of Depression] 🖤

Big Bang:

One-shots/Series:

G-Dragon:

Day 20 Prompt 21 [Suggestive] (Female Reader)🖤

Daesung:

Day 32 Prompt 29 🖤

Block B:

One-shots/Series:

Zico:

Day 29 Prompt 26 🖤

Boyfriend:

One-shots/Series:

Donghyun:

Day 14 Prompt 17 [Angst and Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

BTS:

One-shots/Series:

Poly BTS:

Sope x Reader 🖤

Namjoon (RM):

I’ll Be Home for Christmas🖤

Seokjin (Jin):

Request?

Yoongi (Suga):

Day 2 Prompt 11 [Smut] 🖤

Daycare Days🖤

Snowglobes [Smidgen of angst]🖤

Hoseok (J-Hope):

Day 17 Prompt 35 🖤

The Best Present 🖤

Taehyung (V):

Day 26 Prompt 18 [Smut] 🖤

Two Sweethearts🖤

CNBlue:

One-shots/Series:

Common [Soulmate AU] 🖤

Day6:

One-shots/Series:

Sungjin:

Hufflepuff! Sungjin and Gryffindor! Reader 🖤

Small Tree 🖤

Jaehyung (Jae):

Gryffindor!Jae X Slytherin!Reader 🖤

Day 34 Prompt 24 🖤

Younghyun (Young K):

Slytherin! Young K and Gryffindor Reader 🖤

Day 1 Prompt 1 [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

Stupid Christmas Gifts

Wonpil:

Slytherin! Wonpil and Hufflepuff! Reader 🖤

Not-So-Secret Santa 🖤

Dowoon:

Ravenclaw! Dowoon and Ravenclaw! Reader 🖤

Day 18 Prompt 20 🖤

A Gingerbread Success?

EXO:

One-shots/Series:

Baekhyun:

Day 16 Prompt 8 🖤

Chanyeol:

Family Dinners Huh? [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

Day 6 Prompt 6 [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

Kai:

Mechanic Shop

Golden Child:

One-shots/Series:

Daeyeol:

Day 35 Prompt 27 🖤

Y(Sungyoung):

Day 8 Prompt 19 🖤

History:

One-shots/Series:

Yijeong:

Day 24 Prompt 13 [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

HOTSHOT:

One-shots/Series:

Timoteo:

Day 31 Prompt 33 [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

IMFACT:

One-shots/Series:

Jian:

Day 33 Prompt 22 🖤

K.A.R.D:

One-shots/Series:

BM:

More and more [Smut] (Female Reader) 🖤

NCT (All Units):

One-shots/Series:

Johnny:

Flowers (Soulmate AU) 🖤

Yuta:

Snowman 🖤

Jaehyun:

Move Along [Toxic Relationship] [Cheating] [Divorce] [Ends on a soft note]

Vermont [A little sad but nothing major]

Yukhei (Lucas):

Cotton Snow

Jeno:

Friends? Lovers. 🖤

Married Christmas 🖤

Mutual?

Jaemin:

Secret Santa 🖤

Cuddle With Me 🖤

Tooth Fairy [Dad! Jaemin]

Jisung:

Candy Canes [Platonic] 🖤

Nine Percent:

One-shots/Series:

Xukun:

Pirates huh? 🖤

YanJun:

First Impressions 🖤

NU’EST:

One-shots/Series:

Jonghyun:

Hanakai AU (Angst?)

Pristin:

One-shots/Series:

Rena:

Pick Me (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) [Smut] {Male Reader} 🖤 *completed*

Xiyeon/Siyeon:

Dream Girl [Smut] [Drinking] {Male Reader} 🖤

Day 19 Prompt 7 (37 days of Christmas) [Smut] {Male Reader} 🖤 *completed*

Red Velvet:

One-shots/Series:

Seulgi:

Fifteen Minutes (Female Reader)

Wendy:

Pizza, Monopoly, and Pop (Female Reader) 🖤

STRAY KIDS:

Fake Texts:

Hyunjin:

A Little Help From My Friends (Part II) *Discontinued* 🖤

One-shots/Series:

Chan:

My Best Friend’s Brother Cliche 🖤

CHRISTOPHER! {Drabble} 🖤

Parties (Female Reader) 🖤

Home Life (Male Reader) [This work has rather dark topics!] 🖤

Minho (Lee Know):

Snowballs🖤

Showed in Your Eyes (Minho x Jisung) [Gang Au (Knocking out someone(s), kidnapping, selling drugs, hacking, I guess I did mention stabbing, but no deaths!)] 🖤

Changbin:

Mini You 🖤

Stairway Mistletoe

Christmas Light Display

Hyunjin:

Mistletoe? [Seungmin X Hyunjin (Best friend Reader)] 🖤

Yellow Ribbon

Snowflakes

Jisung (Han):

Youngblood M/V (Based off it) 🖤

Showed in Your Eyes (Minho x Jisung) [Gang Au (Knocking out someone(s), kidnapping, selling drugs, hacking, I guess I did mention stabbing, but no deaths!)] 🖤

Sled Snow

Chancing It

Felix:

Planted 🖤

Thousand Suns [Best Friend! Felix]

Seungmin:

Mistletoe? [Seungmin X Hyunjin (Best friend Reader)] 🖤

Favors

Jeongin (I.N):

Give Love a Try (Seungmin’s POV of the relationship) [Slight angst]

Like-Like [Bartender Reader]

Triple H:

One-shots/Series:

Poly Relationship (Female Reader) 🖤

Wanna One:

One-shots/Series:

Minhyun:

Day 30 Prompt 30 🖤

WINNER:

One-shots/Series:

Jinu:

Day 28 Prompt 5 [Suggestive]🖤

VIXX:

One-shots/Series:

Hyuk:

Day 10 Prompt 2 🖤

Solo Artists/K-Hip Hop Artists:

One-shots/Series:

Jay Park:

Push Love (Part II) [Smut] 🖤 *completed*

Day 37 Prompt 28 [Smut]🖤

#other groups #other groups masterlist #honestly i listen to all of these groups but don't keep up as much as i wish i could #i no longer have the time i used to when i first started this blog #i'm sorry #but feel free to request them #i always like learning about them #so if you have info and what kind of au would fit them that would be great #request #oneshots #series #most are old #...#masterlist #fanfictions #fics updated last 4/2/20 masterlist was updated hence the change #the two most recent ones are 2-3 years old-- yikes #i just realized the cnblue minhyuk fic was in my mx minhyuk masterlist this whole time #after like 5 or so years i finally figured that out-- fudge #I won't lie- retiring some of these groups hurt- but i haven't written for them and don't even stan them anymore...#bts and skz were the hardest to retire- bts was my 2nd group- and skz was the first group i believe i ever completed writing a story #for each... and it's wild yknow? how fast time changes but it's good- it's fine i'm happy to retire them

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littlemisskookie · 6 years ago

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Four Letters: Ch 7

Four Letters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Ship: FWB!Jungkook | IceQueen!Reader | Yoongi Description: College!AU. Enemies to Lovers. Your icy exterior makes it seem as though you dislike everyone- which is partially true. But the one person you truly dislike is the cocky frat boy Jeon Jungkook. Warnings: Lots of Angst, Lots of Vomit, Intercourse, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Breathplay, Dirty Talk, Choking, D/S Themes, Degrading Names, Praise Kink, Light Hitting? Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Cum Play, Cumeating Word Count: 10,760

"Wait- you're what?" Xiyeon question, her eyes wide as she blinked up at you.

You gnaw on your lower hip, taking in a deep breath, avoiding Lisa's accusing stare. "I'm... hooking up with Jeon."

"As in... Jeon? Jeon Jungkook?" Xiyeon asked, dumbfounded.

"What other Jeon?" Lisa questioned, scoffing. She had been acting snippy to Xiyeon all day today, despite the fact the focus was supposed to be you confessing the dreaded secret to them. You didn't know what her damage was today- but you didn't exactly feel like getting into it.

"Yeah. That Jeon," you affirm, ignoring the tension. "We've... been hooking up for a few months now."

"When did this begin?" Xiyeon questions.

"You know that concert I went to? For that cover band I liked? Well, he was there as well, and he and I sort of hooked up. After that it became a lot more consistent," you explained.

Lisa put her hands on her hips, cocking her weight to one side. "I want to know why you didn't tell me- us, this before."

You let out a sigh, giving her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. I guess it was fun keeping it a secret- it's what we both agreed on. I guess it was also kind of embarrassing considering the fact that I hated him for so long."

"That's understandable," Xiyeon nodded along, looking to Lisa nervously. "I thought I sensed something different between you two."

Lisa's face softened as she looked at you. "Are you guys friends with benefits now?"

"What? I mean, I guess. Not like, exclusively or anything. But I guess so," you murmur.

"Why're you telling us this now, anyway?" Xiyeon asked.

Your mind flashed back to what happened the night prior.

"What?" you question, raising yourself from his chest slowly to look at him properly. "What brings this up?"

Jungkook gives you a nervous glance, obviously anticipating your shock from his question- and perhaps even worse. "It doesn't have to be now, or anything, just... maybe in the future."

Your brows furrow. "What's this about?"

"Nothing. I guess... I dunno. It's hard keeping you a secret. I don't want to keep you a secret. It's tiring having to sneak around and such and gets in the way a lot," Jungkook admitted. His eyes changed from the sheepish expression to one of lust. "I don't want to keep it a secret that I want you just because there are friends around."

You purse your lips, wary. "So this would just be to help us hook up more often?"

"Yes! Exactly. It's difficult having to make sure no one else is in the house or around or yada yada," Jungkook rambled.

"Makes sense... So this is so that it's all more convenient, right?" you say softly.

Jungkook's mouth goes small. "You don't have to decide now. It doesn't have to be immediate. I was just... wondering. No pressure."

You couldn't help but think about what your friends would think. They'd be shocked, and Lisa would be furious that you didn't tell her earlier. And Yoongi?

Would he stop liking you if he found out?

"I should tell you something, actually," you say quietly. "Um... Jimin already knows."

Jungkook's eyes are wide. "Wait- what?"

"Um, remember when you and I hooked up? And you walked out of the room and talked a bit to Jimin?" you question, bashful.

Jungkook's jaw clenches. "I remember."

"Well, basically I walked out of the room after you, and Jimin was there and put two and two together. He was planning to hold it over me, sort of as a joke, but it went too far. When he asked if anyone hooked up with a friend in the friend group, the question was targetted to us, to tease us. He figured we would lie, but Xiyeon ended up blowing it anyway. After that, he's been trying to get on my good side, especially with how guilty he feels," you explain.

Jungkook sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. "Why didn't you tell me this before? I didn't even know he knew."

"I'm sorry. I guess... I dunno, I didn't know how you'd react," you admit. You didn't know what you were trying to say truthfully. Were you afraid everything would stop suddenly?

"It's ok. I know now. I'm sorry you had to deal with that alone," Jungkook said truthfully.

You bit your lip, making up your mind. "Alright. We can go public."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "What? You're serious?"

You nodded in affirmation. "Yeah. I'll tell the girls, and I guess you can tell the guys. We won't have to sneak around anymore."

"Is this what you want, too, though? I don't want to force you to do anything you're not comfortable with," Jungkook asked nervously. You could tell just how genuine he was from the tone of his voice. It was touching, really.

You nod again, pressing a small kiss to his lips, not trusting yourself to look him in the eyes. "If it's what you want, I want it too."

Jungkook only smiled and wrapped his arms around you, kissing you back.

Xiyeon studied your expression as you told a bit of the story- though leaving out as many details as you could. Lisa only gave you a hardened expression, arms crossed as she pursed her lips. She was pissed to learn you were keeping secrets from her.

"Y/N... Do you like Jungkook?" Xiyeon questioned.

You gave her a confused expression. "What? No! I don't do relationships and neither does Jeon- that'd be ridiculous."

"Sorry, just from how you spoke of him I just-" Xiyeon shook her head as if catching herself. "Sorry, I'm not in the right mindset. Forget it."

Lisa's expression softened as she looked at you. "Y/N- you can't get feelings for Jungkook, alright? He's such a fuckboy- everyone knows it. And trust me when I say that catching feelings for someone who will never feel the same... Let's just say it's the worst thing you could do. I should know better than anyone."

"But you can't control how you feel," Xiyeon pointed out.

You pursed your lips at that, shaking your head. "That's bullshit- of course, you can. Your emotions are yours to control- no one can do it for you."

"I think you're thinking of reactions," Xiyeon explained. "You're going to feel a certain way about something no matter how you try to convince yourself otherwise- but you're allowed to control how you react and what you do. If people could control how they feel... life would be a lot easier, wouldn't it?"

"What would you know about control?" Lisa snapped. "You didn't exactly control your reaction when you slept with Hoseok, did you?"

Both you and Xiyeon turned to look at Lisa, your expressions shocked at what she said. You could see the regret in Lisa's eyes the moment she blurted out, but it was almost as though she were too prideful to admit her wrongdoing. Instead, she stood her ground, looking uneasy as she stared Xiyeon in the eye.

"Lisa, what the fuck?" you whispered, eyes narrowed. "What is up with you today?"

"I should go," Xiyeon says hastily, getting up. "I... probably overstayed my welcome."

You gave Xiyeon a sympathetic look. "Xiyeon, no-"

"It's ok. Lisa has a point... I don't know what I'm talking about. I have the least amount of experience in basically anything out of anyone in our group. I... shouldn't even be here," Xiyeon says softly. You can see her eyes welling up with tears, and deep down you suspect this is something she had been thinking about internally for a while. Possibly for as long as you had known her.

Lisa's face softened at that, and she reached out for Xiyeon. "Wait, I'm s-"

"I should go. I've got an essay to do," Xiyeon says quickly, exiting the room as fast as she could. You heard the echo of the door slamming behind her before you turned to Lisa, crossing your arms with a cold expression. Lisa had never been on this end of your facade, but it wasn't going to go well, that was for sure.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" you questioned slowly, voice low. The fact it was barely even above a whisper made you even more intimidating. Lisa would've expected screaming or yelling, a red face and veins popping out from the temples- that's what she'd expect from anyone angry. But not you. At your scariest you were low and quiet, calculating, like the small ticking of a bomb in the corner of a room. Screaming and shouting at the top of your lungs indicated the person wasn't in control of the situation and had to attempt to overpower the other person with their voice- and control was your specialty when it came to your reputation. The only difference at the moment was who was at the receiving end.

"You've been acting nothing but cold and distant to Xiyeon- which isn't you. Not only that, but you've been exceptionally rude to her when she's done nothing wrong. I understand you might still be perturbed by what happened between her and Hoseok- but for God's sake, instead of acting like a petty teenager, you can act like a civilized adult and talk it out. Instead, you went out of your way to drive her away from the uncomfortable situation and glare at her the entire day. You told me before that you were completely over what had happened- or at the very least you didn't blame Xiyeon for the happenings of that drunken night. I'm very disappointed to find out that you lied."

Lisa's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she felt as though she were being scolded by a parent. You tapped your fingers against your arm, leaning back as you stared at her expectantly, wanting an explaination.

"I'm waiting," you said, cocking your head to the side. Both of you knew that she'd have to crack soon.

Lisa's head hung low as she stared at her feet. "I guess... I got jealous."

"We're all jealous. She's a genius- that's no reason to be an ass, however," you said.

"No, not of that," Lisa said, a lump forming in her throat. "I'm afraid she's gonna replace me."

You quirked a brow at the girl. "I don't follow."

Lisa let out a sigh, rubbing her hands over her tired face. "First with Hoseok- God, you have on clue how many times I thought to myself that he would've preferred her over me. She'd end up being his new friends with benefits, or worse, his girlfriend. And not only that, you two have been getting closer. You're... She... I don't know. I feel left out, and I know you've spent some time together. Hell, didn't you shop for a dress with her or something when you were preparing to meet Jungkook's parents? I guess I feel like she's replacing me in the group. She's gonna be Hoseok's new hook up and your new best friend. I feel unstable enough as it is."

Your expression softened as you saw how she sniffled, tears hitting her cheeks now that she let it out. You rubbed her arm, stepping forward as you comforted her. "No one's gonna replace you, Lisa. Xiyeon isn't the new Lisa. Xiyeon is Xiyeon. You are you. We aren't carbon copies of each other for a reason. Even identical twins have their own identities. I didn't know you were feeling so insecure about your footing here but... We don't plan on letting you go unless you want to be let go. That's how it is for anyone. No one in our group is evil, despite how many mistakes we make. We're all just trying and failing in our own way to live life- we're winging it just like you. We won't push you out."

"I know, I just-" Lisa sniffled again, wiping away tears. "God, I feel so awful for snapping at Xiyeon like that."

"You were sort of a bitch," you weakly offered, showing a small smile simply to humor her. Lisa didn't mimic your false smile, and you let it fall hopelessly. "Well- you can explain. Xiyeon feels insecure about her own place in the group as well, apparently. She'll understand."

"I don't think a simple text will get things through," Lisa sighed. "I doubt she'll want to meet up."

"I'll convince her to come to the next party at the guys' frat. You guys can talk there," you shrug.

Lisa looks at you fondly before throwing her arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze. You feel your lungs try to collect as much breath as possible under Lisa's crushing grip. You pat her back with singular pats, still not exactly the best at the whole comforting thing. Or affection, more accurately.

"I wish we were more like you," Lisa said quietly.

"No, you don't," you manage to grumble with what little breath you have.

"I do," Lisa reaffirmed. "You don't care what people think. You don't care if you're in the group or not, you'd be happy even as a lone wolf, I'm sure. The rest of us are so busy scrambling for available places and you feel secure and are in without even trying..."

"I'm not that secure, Lisa. I'm still uneasy about a lot of things. I doubt myself," you tell her truthfully.

Lisa let you go, though still holds onto your forearms as she looks at you. She's still got tears running down her cheeks. "Well, none of us doubt you. Jungkook especially."

You think back to how you disappointed him with his parents. He should've doubted you then. "I suppose," you weakly offer.

"No, I'm serious. He's... He's admired you for a long time, y'know. Before you changed. Before he changed, for that matter," Lisa says wistfully. "I know I told you not to fall for him. It wouldn't be wise, or logical- and you're both of those things. But Xiyeon was right, as much as I hate to admit. You can't control how you feel. And if you really do feel for him... Well, I'll be nothing but supportive. Do whatever makes you happy. You should choose what's best for you and what you feel like you want. Even if it's Jeon Jungkook."

"I'm not going to catch feelings for him, Lisa," you assure her.

She gave you a weak smile, wiping away at her tears with her sleeve one last time. "I think this is the first time I've seen you in such a naive light."

You furrow your brows. "What do you mean?"

Lisa giggled at that as she cooed, brushing your hair as she looked at you sympathetically, almost as though she were looking at a child who didn't know any better. It reminded you of the look you gave her at times.

"Because that's the same thing I'd say about Hobi."

Jungkook's nose nuzzles against the side of your neck, running over the expanse of your skin, his hands massaging at your breasts, having your shirt ride up your chest and bunch over his wrists. It still felt weird, simply marching into his frat house as they prepared for the upcoming party, supplying themselves with so much beer that by the end of the night even the air would make someone intoxicated, to hook up with Jeon in the middle of the night. Where you could very publicly drag him away (albeit Yoongi was out of sight) and take him to his bedroom. You were currently straddling his hips, lips pressed against his as he fondled your chest.

Jungkook looked up at you, breathless as he gasped for breath. "God, I want you," Jungkook admitted, licking his lips as his hands slid down from your breasts to your hips, holding onto you firmly.

You grinned at that, loving the feeling of being desired by his lustful gaze. You slid your hand down his broad chest, slipping your fingers down into the waistband of his sweats, palming at his erection before sliding further south to squeeze his balls. "You're about to get me," you tell him, giving him a firm squeeze as you fondled his balls, rolling them in your palm. "All of me."

"Shit," he cursed, tongue diving past your lips to lick at your mouth again, suppressing a grunt. He bucked his hips into your hand as he groaned, cradling your face as he kept you close to him, breathing in the scent and keeping you pressed against him. "Can't wait to fuck you. To feel you," he said as you began descending down his body. He lifted his hips for you to strip away his boxers and sweatpants, hooking them around his knees. "Can't wait to have you crying from cumming so hard on my cock."

You felt arousal flood between your legs at his words, and you pump his erection slowly, licking your lips at the sight. It had been a while since you blew him, admittedly. You loved the small moments when you'd have him squirm beneath you. One of the few moments you truly felt as though you had the power in the situation, and though you loved relinquishing all control to the man, it was funny seeing him so powerless on occasion. "How do you want me, baby?"

"I want your hot mouth all over my cock, babygirl. I know you're hungry for it- so get me ready to fuck you," Jungkook said, hand coming to your head to press it lower, your mouth diving to his balls. You sucked at them, licking against them as you saw his eyes roll into the back of his head. You maintained eye contact with him as your tongue slowly traveled up his erection, from the curve between his balls to slide all the way up his shaft, to finally wrapping your tongue around the pretty pink head, sweeping the wet muscle over the sensitive head.

You grin deviously as you feel his thigh muscles tense under your touch once your mouth leaves his cock. "Gladly," you tell him, descending upon him once more to bury your nose into his pubic hair, sinking to the base as best as you could, doing your best not to gag as the head of his cock reached the back of your throat. You deep throated him as best as you could as he cursed, bucking his hips into your hot mouth instinctively and grabbing onto your hair to sink you down as far as he could.

"Fuck, you fucking minx," Jungkook hissed, slapping down at the back of your head to sink you further, making you squeeze your eyes shut as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You stayed down there for a few more seconds before you finally popped off of him, taking deep breaths as your chest heaved up and down, his cock shiny with spit and slobber from your mouth. Once you collected yourself you went down on him again, slightly more prepared, though the walls of your throat still contracted and squeezed around his cock, making the man groan. You could feel his cock twitch inside your mouth as you slowly inched higher and off of him, making sure to let your tongue sweep along the underside of his shaft and cock as you made your way up for air.

Jungkook's cock was an angry shade of red, now, the veins popping out as he tried to control himself. Beads of precum were at the tip from your menstruations, and you were sure if you continued a few minutes more, you'd have his hot and sticky load sliding down your throat. Jungkook grabbed at your face, hands pressed against the sides of your head as he leaned in, pressing your lips sloppily against his own as you still struggled to regain your breath.

"God, you're fucking perfect," Jungkook groaned, making his way down your neck, his tongue tasting the salt of your sweat as he traveled down the glistening skin.

You arched your neck, showing more exposed skin for him to bruise and mark as his own, though your thoughts still lingered on his words. You were far from perfect. You never thought you were good enough ever since what happened.

You pushed away the thoughts, however, the minute Jungkook flipped you over, taking off your pants and underwear before spreading your legs so that they laid flat on the bed. He aligned his head to your entrance, slowly pushing himself in, the familiar squeeze of your slick walls contracting around him making him grunt above you. He began his pace, angling himself at your sweet spot.

"Such a good cockslut. Fuck, you take my dick like such a good girl, don't you?" he grunted, hands so tight on your thighs you were sure it'd bruise. You nodded breathlessly, eyes pleading each time he called you a slut. Jungkook's cock twitched inside of you when he saw you arch beneath him, shuddering as you closed your eyes and let out a drawled out moan. "Fuck, you look so good wrecked beneath me. I could fuck your tight cunt all day, baby."

You grabbed onto his hand at those words, prying it from its grip on your thigh to reach towards your throat. You had been choked before, sure. One or two one night stands had begged to do it, and you didn't hate it.

You wanted his fingers to be clasped around your pretty little throat now.

Jungkook looked to you skeptically, slowing down his brutal pace inside of you. "You sure?"

"Dear God, Jungkook, if you don't choke me now I think I'm gonna choke myself," you say, rolling your eyes. You knew he at least had experience with it. Some of his previous hookups would gossip on what they begged him to do.

Jungkook pressed his forefinger and thumb against the pressure points, constricting your breath immediately as it hitched. You felt his cock twitch inside you at the sight, and he instinctively thrust inside you again, making both of you groan.

Jungkook began plunging himself back into you again. "Tell me if it's too much, ok?" he said, keeping his grip around your neck tight. You trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt you. That would always be the furthest thing from Jungkook's mind.

At least you hoped.

"Fuck, fuck," you managed to gasp out, your face growing hot and red as you felt your orgasm approach. Jungkook's hips slapped so hard against your pelvis you knew it'd bruise by tomorrow, but you didn't care. The way his cock would angle towards your g-spot had you spasming around him, and soon enough you were arching your back and moaning once his hand joined the process, rubbing quickly at your clit. The now familiar wave washed over you as your juices spilled all over him, drenching his sheets and clothes, though he didn't stop until he spilled inside of you, and you were crying from the pain of the overstimulation.

Both of you were breathless once he finally let go, and you were limp beneath him. He panted, leaning over you, caging you in.

"You made such a mess," Jungkook noted, a smile in his voice as he saw some of the droplets that had splattered on you as well. "I'm gonna make you clean that up, babygirl. You made such a mess on my bed."

Your cheeks flared even more out of embarrassment. "I'm sorry," you told him, sheepish.

He dipped his thumb into your hot cavern, pressing your tongue flat against the bottom of your mouth. "You're gonna suck your cum out of my sheets, babygirl. And I'm gonna fuck you from behind Knowing how hot it'll be, I'll be hard enough in no time. Now that I can fuck you whenever I want, you won't be leaving this bed for a long time."

You gulped at that, seeing the mischevious glint in his eyes and knowing he was dead serious.

He licked his lips, hand diving back between your glistening folds to insert two fingers. "But first..." he trailed off, crooking the two fingers into your g-spot with a loud squelch, the cum coated digits having lewd sounds fill the room along with the stench of sex. You gasped out, arching your back at the feeling, his thumb soon colliding with your clit, still overly sensitive from your previous orgasm. "Hear that babygirl? I filled you up so good, didn't I?"

You could hear the fingers moving inside of you, the cum acting as a lubricant as he continued to tap against your g-spot. You cringed at the overstimulation, biting your lip. "F-Fuck."

"You're so wet still, babygirl. Your juices are sliding between your cheeks to make my bed even messier," Jungkook cooed, speeding up the pace of his thrusts to make more of it leal out of you, your arousal mixed with his seed. "All the more for you to eat."

You felt bliss overtake you through the pain, and you stopped attempting to push Jungkook's hands away as your orgasm approached closer.

"Awe, is my baby gonna cum so soon?" Jungkook teaser deviously, entering a third finger to make you go wild. "You like having my cum fucked into you, don't you?"

"Yes," you gasped out. "So much- fuck, Jungkook, I'm close."

"I know, babygirl, I know. You're gonna make a big mess for me, alright? Cum all over my dirty fingers already."

You felt yourself lose it, orgasm washing over you as you buckled into Jungkook's hands, feeling it overtake you as you came for the second time. Jungkook continued to milk you for all you were worth, the sloppy sounds filling the room as you continued to drip onto his hands and the sheets.

Jungkook slipped his hand out, the three digits glistening with a mixture of your own cum and his. He had a devious glint in his eyes as he raised his fingers to you, and you obediently opened your mouth, sucking on the juices until they were clean.

Jungkook slipped his hand out with a wet pop, slapping the side of your face fondly with his sticky fingers. "Such a good slut," he cooed.

You shuffled through the contents of the refrigerator. Damn these parties. Damn your friends for constantly forcing you to come to these. At this point even if you stopped hanging out with them you'd attend these ridiculous events out of sheer habit. Four cups of beer weren't going to cut it for you tonight, frankly. You couldn't feel it in your system yet, and you needed to be hit, hard.

You pulled out a bottle of vodka- half empty. You supposed it'd be enough, popping off the cap and pressing the bottle to your lips, taking a swig. You close the refrigerator door shut, only to be shocked by the magenta-haired man that appeared. You jumped in mid-air, heart pounding as you stared at him.

"Jesus fucking Christ! What's your problem, buddy?" you question, hissing out the words, your hand clenched over your racing heart.

Jungkook laughed at that. "Sorry- didn't mean to startle you. I didn't even know you were coming to this party."

"Uh, yeah, I am. You guys drag me along anyway, so why not skip all of the trouble and get to the inevitable," you say, shrugging as you took another swig of the vodka.

Jungkook grinned smugly as he took it from your clutch, taking a sip himself, wiggling his brows in response to your glare. "By the way, I told the guys. Jimin knew- Hoseok was surprised though. Told me to be careful in case you suddenly got feelings, but we both know you're not like that."

You chuckled uneasily. "Yeah. Right," you say, doing your best to not let any of the usual sarcasm seep into your words. You grabbed the drink from Jungkook again, this time holding it close to your chest.

"How'd the gals take it?" Jungkook questioned.

You scoffed. "Oh my God, please never say 'gals' ever again. It's cringy."

He flipped the snapback from off your head, letting it tumble to the floor. He ruffled your hair, palm grinding into the top of your head as he messed it up. You glared at him, swiping the hat up from the floor to hit him with it. "They took it fine!" you huffed. "Well, not really. But I told them, don't worry. Happy?"

"Mm, very," Jungkook murmured, caging you against the refrigerator, body pressing against yours. You couldn't press your hands against him or hold onto him for support as you slipped down slightly, the bottle in one hand and hat in the other. Jungkook's nose nuzzled into the side of your face, lowering down your neck as it cascaded and grazed down the slope of the curve. "Now I can have you whenever I want."

"Not right now, Jungkook. I've... I've got to get piss drunk first, anyway," you excuse despite the arousal pooling between your legs. Truth be told, you still needed to get Xiyeon since you convinced her to come tonight, unknowingly however so that she could talk to Lisa.

Jungkook immediately backed away, shrugging nonchalantly. "Sure. Later then?"

"Er- yeah," you say, quickly putting the hat back on your head as you excused yourself from the kitchen. You tried to find your way over to the living room, wondering if Xiyeon had even arrived yet.

You were surprised to see Yoongi and Jimin chatting with one another, beer in hand. You talk a long gulp before forcing yourself to march over. The two boys spotted you, both of their eyes lighting up with that familiar glow. Yoongi hooked his arm over your shoulder, holding you close, and you wrapped your arm around his waist in response, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. You quickly glanced around however for Jungkook, uneasy for what his reaction would be. Even Jimin was giving you a weird look- but he wasn't going to criticize you for that. He was still in your debt, and you weren't planning on letting him forget just yet. You made sure to give him that knowing stare as you chugged down the rest of the drink until the bottle was empty, not a drop to spare.

"I thought you didn't go to parties," you say, quirking a brow to Yoongi. "Don't tell me you're here to see me, now."

"Partly," Yoongi laughed. "But a friend of mine is in town, and I wanted to see him here before he leaves town. I don't know when he'll leave, but seeing as he barely ever comes, I can't take chances."

"Is it another rapper?" you questioned.

Yoongi shook his head. "No. He's just a regular guy. Met him about a year ago, and we've been talking ever since on the phone. More of an internet friend than anything. Believe it or not, he's the one who gave me the courage to even make the first move... Or should I say moves?"

Jimin furrowed his brow. "Wait, you two are going out?"

Yoongi shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, as though embarrassed. "Uh, I mean... We went on one date. We didn't talk about it much."

You turned to Jimin, quick to change the topic. "Where's Hoseok and Lisa?" You still needed to get Lisa to talk to Xiyeon, but the girl was nowhere in sight. Where was she?

Jimin pointed towards the ceiling. "They went upstairs. I trust you to put two and two together."

You frowned at that but gave an understanding nod. You sighed to yourself, wondering if Lisa would ever blatantly tell Hoseok her feelings and work things out. Before you could pry yourself from Yoongi's comforting hold, however, Yoongi lets out a sudden outburst.

"There he is! Hey, Tae, over here!" Yoongi waves over.

Your blood runs cold as you see Taehyung and none other than his wife saunter over. He looks pleasantly surprised to see you here as well, a grin on his face, his hand clasped around his wife's. "Y/N, I didn't know you'd be here! You know Yoongi?" he questioned, looking over at the man.

"Uh, yeah, I do," you say, coughing nervously.

Taehyung's wife, who you hadn't seen since the two of you could still be considered teenagers, looked over at the two of you. God, you hadn't seen Yuha in forever. She looked a lot more mature now. A lot more... Motherly, in a sense. Maybe it was the bob that did it. Either way, your stomach churned as you tried to suppress any urge to run, as well as the many memories that bubbled to the surface.

"You two make a cute couple!" Yuha beams.

Taehyung gave you a surprised look. "Wait, what? I thought you were with that Jungkook guy?"

Jimin looked at you, alarmed. "I thought you two were just hooking up?"

All eyes are on you, and you feel your face flush. You send a warning glare to Jimin, who lets out an apologetic expression, immediately regretting his sudden outburst. It was too late, however, as Yoongi looked down at you, his expression puzzled. "You're hooking up with Jungkook?"

You felt your insides bubble, and you quickly shoved the empty bottle into his hand, shoving his arm off of your shoulders. "I've gotta go," you hastily say, feeling the bile rising up within you. You shuffle out as quickly as you could, looking frantically around the house for a nearby bathroom. Otherwise, someone would have to clean up the present you had left for them on the carpet.

You quickly escaped to the bathroom, not bothering to even head to the toilet as you hurled in the sink. You watched it splatter against the bowl of it, and you're surprised that your dinner could even come out in that color. The vodka didn't even have time to settle into your system yet, and here you were puking as though it were already the end of the night. The beer had settled in your system, so you were the slightest bit out of it and woozy, but not nearly piss drunk enough to be vomiting already. You supposed this is how Xiyeon felt when the stress got to her.

The door opened, and Yuha have you a concerned look, letting out a shocked yelp as she quickly took your hat off of your head, as it was tipping over precariously, threatening to spill into your collection of bile. She put it on the counter as she held your hair behind your face, making sure it was gathered into a ponytail as you horked up what appeared to be lunch as well.

You heaved, letting out dry gags as more of it piled up into the back of your throat, just waiting to spill out of your open cavern, the acidic taste sliding down your tongue. Both you and Yuha grimaced when some of it slid down in a slimy trail into the bowl, and you felt the tears make your mascara streak down your cheeks from the force of the vomiting.

You looked up at Yuha, and because of how weak you felt yourself suddenly get, you couldn't help but feel yourself be sent down the whirlwind of that night.

It was your 18th birthday.

Or was it your 19th? The details didn't matter.

You were celebrating your birthday. Lisa was already sauntering off somewhere else, and you were looking for your boyfriend. Well, sort of boyfriend. He seemed off at the moment.

Really off.

You couldn't even make sense of what he had been saying the night before. It wasn't like you were dense. It was just the fact that he was rambling on about nothing. You admittedly weren't really invested in what he was trying to say, finding yourself too hyped for the birthday party that Lisa had planned for you.

His friend Yuha had stomped towards you.

Yuha never liked you, admittedly. She was Taehyung's best friend and the near opposite of you. She was far more chic than you, in her opinion. Still, she was cold and distant to you in particular, though she was never quite snippy. Still, you always sensed a bit of hatred from her end, and you decided to avoid her. Deep down you expected that she was in love with Taehyung, and though you confronted the boy on it, he insisted that you were being ridiculous. Yuha was just a friend, and that's all she'd ever be.

You remembered how that day you walked in on her crying in the bathroom.

You were surprised she was here anyway. There weren't many people here- just a few. Closer friends of Lisa's, in all honesty. Which was fine, since you were mainly planning on spending it with one person in particular.

"Yuha-"

"You can't fucking listen, can you?" Yuha questioned, eyes narrowed. "He even tried to break up with you last night, and you couldn't even listen to a goddamn word he was saying that time either, could you?"

Your eyes glazed over, stunned, and you were unable to comprehend what she was saying. "What?" you said, unsure what she was talking about.

Yuha rolled her eyes and huffed, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of your own party and into the hallway. She slammed the door shut, cornering you. Her eyes were like liquid fire, and you felt small under her piercing gaze.

"Taehyung's breaking up with you," she said simply.

"What? Why? Why isn't he telling me this himself? I don't believe you," you quickly stammered out, blinking rapidly at her words.

Yuha groaned. "That's what he was trying to say last night- but you couldn't even listen to that, could you? And now I have to get it through that thick skull of yours, don't I? Because you don't even listen to your own boyfriend."

You could only blankly stare at her, paralyzed. "Why's he breaking up with me?" you asked softly, voice meek.

Yuha only seemed to become more ignited by that. "Why?!" she roared. "I'll tell you why. Because you're an immature, childish, kid who has unrealistic standards and is living in a fairytale. You think that your first love is the one you'll grow old with, who you'll marry and lose your virginity to, and all will be happy and well. You think the world's full of sunshine and fucking rainbows- dear God, you're like a toddler in an adult's body, for crying out loud! You're so naive and innocent and you can't act your own age, and Taehyung can't spend his whole life babysitting you."

Your lower lip trembled at that as you stared at her. You let out a squeak, attempting to say something, but nothing would come out.

"You can't even deny it, can you?" Yuha said quietly. "Even you knew you were holding him back. Y'know, the only reason he's here is because of you. And he hates it here. He hates every minute here- it's like torture. It's killing him on the inside- but of course, you don't notice that. You don't notice him the way I do. How he's putting his own happiness aside for yours, as always. How he's so afraid to leave because he doesn't think you'll so much as be able to survive on your own. Because he's been holding your hand for every step of the way."

"Why're you attacking me like this?" you asked, eyes welling up with tears as you looked at her.

Yuha's expression softened, and she stepped back, as though finally putting distance between the two of you. She gave you a sympathetic look, her own eyes shiny with tears. While yours spilled down your cheeks, she refused to let them fall. "Because I can't watch Taehyung waste his life away for a girl who can't even live her own," she said.

Tension hung between the two of you as you stared at each other, a lump in both of your throats as you struggled to speak. Yuha nodded, making her point clear as she stepped away, turning around to walk down the hall.

"Enjoy your party," she grumbled.

"Get the fuck off of me!" you snapped, shoving her away as you wiped away the spit on your chin. She staggered back, looking at your form with concern instead of the malice of her younger self. "I don't need your he-" You were interrupted, and soon you were doubling over again, gripping the edges of the sink as you felt more of your insides turn inside out to force the fluids out where they came in.

Yuha quickly pulled your hair up again rubbing your back soothingly. "I know, I know, let it out," she cooed. "You can yell and curse at me once you feel better."

You didn't protest, too busy hurling your guts, repeatedly dry heaving and coughing between the sputtering. When you felt your stomach calm for a bit, you looked to her in the mirror, her eyes trained on yours.

"Why're you being nice to me?" you asked quietly.

Yuha pursed her lips, biting the inside of her cheek. "Because I should've been nice to you all along."

"Too late for that," you grumble, reaching for a towel or something in the drawers to wipe your mouth.

Yuha looks through the cabinets, getting a rag. "Here, this should work," she offers, holding it out to you.

You look at it skeptically, as though she were the evil queen offering you a poisoned apple. You hesitantly took it to wipe against your face, deciding you didn't like the rancid liquid on your chin. You frown, turning on the faucet to wash away the copious amount of vomit in the sink.

"I'm sorry about all those years ago... and before that," Yuha said quietly. "I know it doesn't mean much. I know it's too late now. I know I was a horrible person. But I truly felt guilty about everything, and I've matured a lot now. Everything I said about you was wrong, but I was so focused on my jealousy and hatred and love for Taehyung- I didn't think. I made it out that you were the bad guy, despite the fact you weren't. I was. I know that now, and it's been eating me up inside and out."

"Thanks. Leave now," you grumble, staring down at the sink, unable to look her in the eye.

She gave you a sympathetic look. "I'm really sorry. Truly. If I could rewind time I would. Teenage me was an idiot."

"Well so was I, apparently," you say, tossing the rag down to the countertop. "You've done enough- you can tell Taehyung."

Yuha looked at you with as much emotion as she could muster. "You weren't. You weren't naive or immature or childish- I was. I was wrong, Y/N. So very, very wrong. I shouldn't have attacked you in that way. In truth, I wished I was like that because I was the opposite of that and... I just wanted him to love me as much as he loved you."

"Clearly he does. He married you," you say, looking over to her ring, glittering in the bathroom's dim lighting. "More than he ever loved me."

"He loved you so much," she said softly. "He really did."

"He still left me for you," you remind her, your tone clipped and bitter.

You sat across from Taehyung. A cafe. You loved cafes. They reminded you of romantic comedies. You loved this cafe in particular. They served your favorite- peppermint mocha.

You weren't in the mood for something so sweet this time, though.

You stared at Taehyung, his eyes trained on the table. You made a point to dress more maturely this time. Long sleeved black tee and jeans with boots. It wasn't frilly, it wasn't pink- it was adult and mature. That's what he wanted, right?

"So, you're really leaving?" you question quietly, stirring the tiny stick in your black coffee. You stared at his beautiful features- so delicate yet so somber.

Taehyung nodded grimly. "Yeah."

You licked your lips, sighing to yourself. "And... You're breaking up with me as well."

Taehyung nodded again. "Yeah."

You felt your eyes well up with tears, the lump in your throat only seeming to swell within, and you felt yourself getting choked up. "She's coming too, isn't she?"

Taehyung looked up at you at last. "Who?"

"Yuha," you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you barely managed to choke out her name. "I know, y'know. About you and her. She loved you for so long... You never believed me, though."

Taehyung didn't respond to that.

"She's the one, isn't she?" you whimper, tears hitting your cheeks. You hate yourself for letting yourself cry. Yuha would never let a single tear drop, you knew that. And you had spent so long trying to get your makeup just right. "She's everything I'm not, isn't she? Is she more? And I... I was never enough, was I?"

"Y/N..." Taehyung said, his voice cracking as he finally said your name. You could see how glazed over his eyes were once they met yours, his brimmed with tears. "That's not it at all. I loved you, really, I did."

You don't miss how he uses past tense.

"But you're leaving," you say, voice shaky. You want to hold him close. You want to grab onto his hands and sob for him to stay with you. You want so, so badly for him to stay with you.

Taehyung gulped. "It's unfair to you for me to stay here."

"No," you say, sucking in a breath. "It's unfair to you for me to keep you here."

Taehyung was silent again at that. He attempts to reach for your hand, but you pull away, recoiling at the mere thought of him touching you now.

He had made up his mind anyway.

He chose her over you.

"I hope you two are happy together," you say quietly, your voice a mere whisper. If there were even the slightest bit of wind, or if the AC was on, it would've gone unheard. Taehyung heard every word, however, and took it as his signal to leave, slowly sliding out of the booth as he bid you farewell.

You were left crying, tears dropping into the coffee you didn't even like as you bitterly sobbed to yourself.

You buried your face in your hands, no doubt smearing your eye makeup all over the place. The memories make your limbs go cold, and your heart is heavy. You feel almost numb, yet at the same time, you feel too much. A million different emotions wash over you, and you want it all to stop.

Yuha cradles your face in her hands as you crumble into her, unable to so much as support yourself. She smoothes over your hair, saying nothing as she comforts you. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that you can imagine her embrace as someone else's. She'd be someone else. Her perfume could melt into a more familiar scent.

But everything felt so foreign to you.

Yuha wordlessly opened her purse, getting a makeup remover as she wiped away the streaks of mascara on your cheeks. Throwing it aside, she smoothes over your hair.

"Put some cold water on your face. Your eyes will probably stay puffy, but I did the best I could," she says quietly.

"Why now?" you ask her, your voice soft. "Why is it now that you decided you wanted to reappear?"

Yuha sighed. "Tae is enlisted for the military in a few months. He leaves and... and I wanted to make sure we at least attempt to right some wrongs before then. I don't know what will happen and... What I did to you was my biggest regret. It was his, too. He knew you hated us, though. It took me forever to drag him here. I thought you'd want to talk to him first before talking to me. It didn't go so well, though, apparently."

"You broke me on my birthday," you say quietly. "You ran away with my boyfriend. I thought I was gonna marry him."

Yuha nods. "I know. I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do to make it better but... I'll try," she says. "Tae will, too. You were his first love, you know. He still misses you."

You feel the lump in your throat swell. "I should go," you say quickly, exiting the bathroom as you shuffle past her. You're rubbing your eyes, thankful that you stopped crying. You should've thanked her at least a little bit for holding your hair back or wiping the mascara off your cheeks- but you felt too prideful to even do that.

You quickly bumped into someone, and you looked to Xiyeon in alarm.

"Xiyeon- I've been looking for you everywhere, where were y-"

"Lisa just confessed to Hoseok" Xiyeon instantly blurted out. "She confessed to him just now, as we speak."

Your eyes widened at that. "Wait- what? How do you know that?"

"I just walked by- I was looking for you and I figured you might be busy hooking up with Jungkook. But he was in the hallway drinking so he wasn't with you. I figured that I'd go downstairs but then I heard Lisa's voice, and I walked past the door and I saw and- Oh my God, Y/N."

You let out a shaky breath. "What'd he respond?"

"I don't know. I left as quickly as I could. It seemed so private, it wasn't my business, though I'm here telling you so I guess that doesn't make things any better. I don't know what happened afterward, it could be up to anyone's guess."

"Shit, we should look for her when they're done," you sigh.

"What happened to you? Were you crying?" Xiyeon questioned.

"No, I smoked pot," you hastily excused. "I'm fine. Joking. Haha. Let's go."

The two of you scramble, looking around for where the two would be for when they came downstairs. You cautiously avoid the married couple, and Yoongi for that matter, not wanting to explain the fact that you were currently hooking up with Jeon. It wasn't until you got to the bottom of the stairs that you spotted the two of them walking down.

Hoseok wore a glum expression, and Lisa, on the other hand, had tears streaming down her face.

Your eyes widened as you turned to Hoseok, anger igniting in you.

"What the literal fuck did you do, Hoseok?" you hissed, hands clenching into fists.

Hoseok's eyes widened when he saw you, your irritated form glaring up at him. He held his hands up in defense. "Y/N... I need you to calm down."

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down! You hurt my best friend so many times already and-" You couldn't even speak properly, you were so angry. You had been bottled up with so many emotions after this eventful night- and now you felt as though you were ready to explode. This was the last fucking straw.

"Y/N, please don't, it's ok," Lisa said, rushing to your side, grabbing onto your arm.

You wrenched it from her grip, frightening her. "He's hurt you so many times already, and you're crying and- oh my God, Lisa, how much are you willing to put up with? Hoseok's made mistakes. He's a good guy. He made a big mistake for sleeping with Xiyeon when he was piss drunk, sure. But by now you should be done with all of this bullshit. You know this isn't fair to either of you and now he knows and he had the nerve to make you cry? What'd he do?"

Lisa gulped. "He didn't do anything. He just explained everything."

You frowned at that, brows furrowed. "Explained everything? As in what? You crying could only mean one thing. And I don't think it's good."

Hoseok turned to the frail Xiyeon, who was shaking, paralyzed as her head whipped between all three of you. "Xiyeon, explain to her, please," he pleaded, voice begging.

Your eyes widened as you turned to her. "You knew? What did you know!?"

"I-I don't know what he's talking ab-" She began.

"Sure you do! The night we hooked up. Just tell her," Hoseok pressured, voice strained.

Your eyes narrowed to Hoseok. "Don't you dare start stringing her along this as well, Hoseok. You and I might be friends, but I swear to God I'm one second from clocking your ass."

Hoseok gulped. "I promise you, I can explain."

"Fucking do it already!" you hissed, irritated this was taking so long. "Dear God, you guys know how to speak, fucking do it already!"

"Y/N," Lisa said, trying to calm you down again.

You looked at her, eyes fiery. "Why can't you just tell me what happened?"

Lisa's lips trembled. "It's not my information to tell, Y/N."

Your eyes widened at that. "You confessed to him tonight, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Lisa said softly, voice quiet.

"And?" you pressed on. Lisa stared down at the ground, and you saw more tears slip down her cheeks, the black streaks marking her cheeks. You wanted her to continue, still so confused as to what was going on.

"And... I turned her down," Hoseok finished, his voice tense.

You turned to him quietly, brows scrunched. You let your tongue prod your inner cheek as you looked to him. "You. Turned. Her. Down. Mhm. Ok. Yeah. Ok." Your voice was short and clipped, and your fingers twitched at your sides.

Hoseok gulped. "Xiyeon can help explain! The school's threatening to kick me out if I don't pull my grades up. I'm barely hanging on. If I got here on a scholarship it would've been taken, and now I'm being threatened- that's why I needed Xiyeon to help me so badly. And I was gonna have her tutor me but shit hit the fan! But I can't focus on a relationship- or hell, even a hookup until I have my grades up. I won't even be able to attend parties, y'know. One more late assignment and I'm out of here. I promised Lisa I'd consider dating her once my grades were stable."

You blinked up at him, slowly comprehending what he was saying. "So let me get this straight- you turned down Lisa for your grades... and yet you still lead her on."

"What?" Hoseok blurted out, brows furrowed. "Did you not get any of that?"

"Oh, I got all of that," you said slowly, taking a step forward, which made Hoseok take a step back up the stairs. "I even got the part where you basically said that the grades were what kept you from her, and you lead her on even more, convincing her she'd have a chance if she simply held out until your grades went up. And then you'd consider it."

Hoseok gulped.

You launched yourself up at him.

Hoseok leaped out of the way, bolting up the stairs. You were quick, but not quick enough for the strong arms slowly circling around your waist, pulling you up and off of your feet. You screeched, flailing about and kicking your feet as you turned back to Jungkook, his grip tight.

"What the hell is up with you, Y/N?" Jungkook blurted, struggling to keep you under control.

"Let me at him!" you hissed, clawing at Jungkook's arms. "Let me go, Jungkook! Hoseok's an idiot and someone needs to beat some common sense into him."

"No way in hell am I putting you go," Jungkook curtly responded, keeping you secure against him as he finally let your feet touch the floor. You glared at him, attempting to wriggle your way out of his arms, but he rewrapped his arms around your arms as well, locking you in place. You attempted and failed to pry yourself from his iron grip, and could do no more than growl to yourself.

"Can someone fill me in?" Jungkook questioned, glancing up at the other two girls.

At that, Xiyeon's sickly green face paled of color, and she doubled over, her stress-vomit finally taking its toll.

Right on Lisa's shoes.

Everyone grimaced at that, and Lisa leaped back, kicking off any guck or slick on her shoes, but it was too late. Xiyeon could only mumble a quiet apology between sputters.

"I'm going to clean my shoes, and then we're going home," Lisa said, stomping over to the nearest bathroom.

Xiyeon quickly followed, presumably to throw up somewhere that wasn't the floor.

"Hoseok's probably long gone now," Jungkook told you, earning a low growl from your throat. "Can you, um, explain what chaos is going on?"

"Oh, well, Lisa finally confessed to Hoseok," you said curtly, your tone bitter.

"Really? That's great! I always knew she liked him-"

"He turned her down," you interrupt, watching his face fall.

"Oh," he said. "Well, he can't control how he feels. If he doesn't feel the same-"

"That's not what I'm angry about!" you say, stomping your foot and wrenching yourself from his grip to turn to him. "He's leading her on! He promised he'd 'consider' dating her if he got his grades up. Apparently he can't focus on girls or hookups or parties or whatever until he gets his grades up- otherwise, he'll get kicked out. I'm just mad at him for saying he might date her after he gets his grades up. I just... that's leading her on!"

"I see what you mean," Jungkook nodded understandingly. "That's definitely wrong of him to say."

"You see?" you say, throwing your hands in the air. "I'm not crazy!"

"You're still crazy," Jungkook chuckled. "But... I get what you mean. He's just afraid of losing what's always been there. It's wrong for him to try to keep her even if he doesn't want her as a girlfriend."

"Exactly," you say, groaning to yourself.

"That doesn't mean you should attack him, though," Jungkook reminded you.

"I didn't attack him. Yet," you huff. "You sort of stopped that."

"Just in time," Jungkook sighed. "Dear God, woman, you were a mad man. Look, they'll deal with this. Hoseok's an idiot when it comes to common sense- and school, apparently, too. I've never seen you so passionate about something before, but this isn't the answer. You have to let them deal with it- it's their decision. Both of theirs."

You bit your lip, feeling yourself calm down again. "I guess you're right," you sigh. "I'm just... it's been a long night. I don't know how much more I can handle."

"I get that," Jungkook said softly. "Do you want to sleep in my room tonight? I'd take you home, but you definitely seem a bit... tired."

You look at him lamely through hooded eyes. "I don't want to sleep together, Jeon. I'm definitely not in the mood after tonight."

"I wasn't suggesting that," Jungkook hastily said. "Look, I'll let you sleep in my room, ok? You seem tired and you definitely look like you could use some sleep."

You rolled your eyes at that. "Wow, you know how to make a girl feel beautiful."

"What? You look like a zombie," Jungkook teased cheekily, earning a small smile from you. "Prettiest zombie I've ever seen!"

"You're lucky you have no brains for me to eat," you huff, trudging up the stairs.

Jungkook placed his hand over his left peck, over his beating heart. "That's so hurtful."

"Says the one that just compared me to a monster."

"It's not comparing if you're basically the same thing."

"Y/N?" Jungkook's voice quietly called in the dark.

You ignored the sound, groaning in your sleep as you snuggled closer into his broad chest. The boy was like a human surface, you didn't even need any of the covers. You hugged him tightly, enveloped in the smell of his cologne and his fingers massaging your scalp gently. You were in just your underwear, and so was he, and your legs were tangled together as you pressed yourself more firmly against him, trying to get impossibly closer. It was probably the middle of the night, yet you weren't able to fall asleep completely just yet.

"Y/N?" Jungkook huffed again, voice strained.

"Oh my God, what is it you infernal piece of muscle? I'm trying to sleep," you grunt, looking up at him as you gazed at him through drooped lids.

"You're kind of making my arm fall asleep," Jungkook said.

You lifted your head, allowing him to slip the makeshift pillow out from beneath your head. You pressed your head against his chest instead, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat as you struggled to keep up.

You hummed, mimicking the pace quietly beneath your breath with small puffs from between your lips. Jungkook hummed along, fingers continuing to massage your scalp in that comforting way that had his fingers thread through your scalp.

"Are you ok?" Jungkook asked quietly. "I asked Jimin a bit earlier- he said you got sick or something."

You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. "I probably just drank too much- and I was stressed."

"Apparently it was before the whole fiasco between Lisa and Hoseok and all that, though. What worried you so much?" Jungkook asked quietly.

You frowned. "Do you remember when we met up with that Taehyung guy?"

"Mhm. What happened?" Jungkook questioned softly, looking to you.

You sighed. "He's my ex. He broke up with me and left me- but the girl he left me for harassed me on my birthday. Sort of called me immature and a toddler in an adult's party. Sort of... Sort of the reason I'm how I am now, I guess. They left and I didn't see them for years... and now they're back. His wife even apologized for what happened but..."

"That's a bitchy thing to do," Jungkook quickly said. "What kind of asshole would do that? Especially on someone's birthday? I wondered why you had changed so drastically and I thought that I had seen Taehyung before- it was probably briefly on campus freshman year- but dear God, next time I see him I'll punch him. That sort of behavior is inexcusable."

You chuckle lowly at that, amused by the thought of Jungkook being so fired up. "No, don't. I... She helped me when I threw up, actually. She's nicer now. She... changed."

"I would hope so," Jungkook grunted.

"I mean she seemed genuinely sorry for what she did and wanted to make things right," you tell him.

"I repeat: I would hope so," Jungkook said, rolling his eyes.

You rolled your own as well, smacking softly at his chest. "Yeah, yeah."

"Well, do you believe her?" Jungkook questions, peering to you, wary.

You nodded softly. "I... I think so. She seemed so genuine. They both did. And they come all the way here and- I dunno, I think they really are genuine and want to make it up. Right some wrongs, or whatever."

"Well, are you going to forgive them?" Jungkook asked.

You pursed your lips at that, still not quite so sure about it yourself. "I don't know," you admitted. "So many years of hurt and trying to prove both them and myself wrong- It's made me change so drastically. But wouldn't it be time for me to finally let go of a long-held grudge? Wouldn't it just hold me back if I kept harboring negative feelings towards them forever? Would it even benefit me at that point?"

"You have a point there," Jungkook hummed.

"I don't mean to be imposing or sound dependent- I know this is my situation and mess and all that. That being said, however, I'd like to know your opinion," you say softly. "I mean... do you know what you'd do? In my position?"

Jungkook thought to himself for a minute, quiet. "Forgive but never forget- they say that a lot. You can't be expected to forget everything... but I don't think forgiveness can hurt. Grudges can, however. Again, though, that's just my opinion. Whatever you do, I'll support you of course."

You smiled softly at that, looking up to meet his doe-eyes. "Thank you, for that," you said genuinely, your eyes soft.

Jungkook grinned down at you. "What are friends for?"

For some reason, those words seemed to sting a bit.

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honeyzhong · 6 years ago

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collected // grim reaper!renjun

[Pairing] Reader x Renjun

[AU] Special AU

[Genre] Fluff with a bare slither of Angst

[Word Count] 2.3k

[Summary]

The Grim Reaper duty has been passed to Huang Renjun and He is determined to be the greatest on the King has seen yet but there is only one problem, you.

“What did you just say?” You asked one more time to the taller boy who is dressed as if he is about to go to some anime convention. You already had a bad day and this kids joke wasn’t making any better,

“You. Are. Dead.” He said once again, emphasizing every word. You shook your head in disbelief, he was really starting to get on your nerves. Just as you were going to say something incredibly rude to the ‘jokester’, he pointed to the crowd on the street. “They are surrounding your body, you were hit by a truck. Your ribs punctured a hole in your lungs and you had a serious hit to the side of your head. You are dead, Y/n L/n.”

“Shut up. I don’t know what kind of joke your trying to play but it seriously isn’t funny. Did Xiyeon put you up to this or something? I’m gonna hurt him.” You sighed as you pictured your best friend paying some random person to play this awful joke on, and sadly it wasn’t hard to imagine.

“I have to take you the judge. We have to see where you go.” He said as he snapped his fingers which transferred us to a dark room with a single desk towards the back. It was empty and cold.

“Wait, what? You’re serious? I am dead? Like dead-dead? No going back?” You questioned as You grabbed the strangers sleeve to make him look you in the eyes. His eyes held no real emotions, you could tell he was here to do his job and that was it. He didn’t care.

“Yes. You are dead.” He answered as he turned his head back to the desk, suddenly a portal-like thing popped up. A much taller male walked through, he was dressed in a suit and had his hair slicked backed very neatly.

“Renjun! You were finally passed the duty of a grim reaper? How exciting.” He said with a smile which made the stranger tense up a little. You were still filled with so many thoughts that you had no clue what was going on.

“Y/n L/n.” The boy stated clearly with a bit of attitude. The older one just smiled as he took a seat at the desk. You didn’t know who to focus on but somehow you eyes kept finding their way to the stranger. He was just so odd. Unlike anyone, you have ever met before.

“Oh? That person is not to be collected until years from now.” The new male told which made the boy outraged and panicked. “Y/n L/n. She is to be collected in 60 years from now.”

“That doesn’t make sense. She was the first person in my book to collect.” He started showing the new guy a book.

“How cute. Mister Perfectionist Renjun made a mistake.” The new guy smiled as he looked over to you. His eyes then flash red for a second which gave you goosebumps down your arm. “I won’t tell The King but I assume you will fix this as soon as possible, yes?”

“Yes, Thank you for your services, Judge.” Renjun said as he bowed. You had no clue what was going on until you were taken somewhere new. This room was much smaller with only a bed and a bookshelf.

“Excuse me? What is going on?” You asked out of anger and curiosity. The male just sighed and took a seat on the bed as dropped his hood down and ran a hand through his dark hair.

“You died when you weren’t supposed to.” He stated clearly while looking at you in the eyes. “Now I have to fix the problem before the King finds out.”

“What do you mean? How do you know when I am supposed to die? Who is the King?” You demanded as you felt you should be the one who is stressed not the other way around.

The boy let out a sigh as he grabbed a book from the shelf. “ When you are born you are given a lifespan made by the King. When that lifespan is gone a Grim Reaper is given the job to come collect your soul and body, we take your soul to the Judge to see how and where you will spend the rest of eternity and we take your body to the ghouls who use your body for King knows what.”

“So what you’re saying is you killed me when you weren’t supposed to and now you don’t know what to do?” You questioned as you looked at him with pure confusion.

“No. Someone made a mistake with your lifespan.” He said as he searched through the book. “Besides, Grim Reapers don’t kill people. We transfer you to the next stage of you being.”

“So what am I going to do? I am already dead and the judge can’t judge me until 60 years from now?” You asked trying to piece together the information that you had collected.

“Correct. The ghouls have already taken your body and I have you soul so going back to living is ultimately impossible and Doyoung won’t judge unless the soul is to be sorted.” He stressed as he looked through the book. You still had some confusion but the underlying thing you understood was that you were dead.

“Okay? What do we do?” You urged. He sat silently shaking his head with nothing to say. After a couple of minutes of reading the book, he closed it.

“I have to request to see the King, a mistake like this has never been made before.” He declared as he stood from the spot he previously occupied. You could see his hands shaking with fear which made your heart drop. You knew it wasn’t your fault but seeing the sociopath of a grim reaper scared made a bit of freight build up within you. “As I go to request, I need you to know that getting a seeing with the King could take years even decades.”

Before you could even form a thought he left. You looked around the small room. Just like Renjun’s personality, it was simple and neat, not really showing anything. You took a seat on the bed but that didn’t last long until you moved onto looking at the books on the shelf. There were many, mostly books on the understanding of a human soul and duties of a grim reaper.

“Y/n, this is it. We had a good life. We worked hard. We did a good job. We don’t regret a thing.” You were telling yourself but tears managed to fill your eyes as they thought back on your life on earth. You didn’t get to say goodbye or even accomplish what you wanted to. You didn’t want to accept that this was the end but what could you possibly do to change it?

“Y/n? Are you crying?” A small voice asked which made you jump up and immediately start wiping the tears off of your face.

“No, no. I am fine. So when do we see thing The King? Next year? Or?” You inquired as you let out a little sniffle out.

“In two month. He had an opening right before lunch on the 27th.” Renjun answered still a bit concerned about your tears but he didn’t push it. You were shocked at the answer but that means you only have to stay here for two months which isn’t too bad.

“So what are you going to do? Until the meeting?” You asked, somehow you were worried about Renjun and what was going to happen to him.

“Doyoung said I am to just follow on some old cases and help fill out paperwork, apprentice work, nothing new.” He sighed as he took off his cloak. He was skinny but still had some definition. His skin was a nice honey gold.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize even though you knew it wasn’t your fault. Renjun shook his head and took a seat on the bedside you.

“I have been working for thousands of years, another month or two won’t change anything.” He stated with a small, fake smile.

“Alright, then.” You smiled trying to forget the memories of your past and start anew for now. You grabbed a book from the shelf. “Teach me something, Grim Reaper. I might as well learn something while waiting here.”

Two Months Later

You and Renjun laid on the bed together, holding hands and smiling. You spent almost every day of this month together, tomorrow would be your meeting with the King. You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared.

Renjun was looking at you with a gleeful smile placed on his lips. He had never had someone to talk to like he did with you. He was forced to open up to you with your caring nature and just sweet personality, you didn’t judge him and you didn’t laugh at his thoughts.

“Jun? What if I have to leave forever? Like what if I never get to see you again...” You said with worry in your tone. The thought of leaving Renjun by himself hurt your heart. The smile on Renjun’s face faltered and he gave your hand a squeeze.

“I don’t want to think about tomorrow. I know no matter what happens that…” Renjun trailed not finishing his sentence. He worried that his choice of words could cause the result of tomorrow to hurt you more than it would as is. He gave your hand another squeeze and placed a forced grin on his lips. “No matter what, you are still going to be my best friend.”

“Is that all?” You asked wanting to know all his final thoughts before the worse was to come. He looked away from you as he said yes. You squeezed his hands back with a small, disappointed smile appeared on your face. You were fine, as long as you meant something to Renjun in someway, anyway. “Best Friends Forever?”

“Always.” He smiled as he looked at you with loving eyes and a genuine smile. You couldn’t be too sad with such a cute boy smiling at you but your heart wanted something more yet you just couldn’t say anything. You were happy with this.

----

“So you, Y/n L/n is to be collected in 60 years? Yet, the Reaper Log said she was to be collected two months ago?” The King stated while looking Renjun in the eyes.

“Yes, My King.” Renjun answered but you could see his hands shaking from behind. The King wasn’t as intimidating as you had imagined. He looked only a couple years older than Rejun but the first thing that you learned

“Okay. Take the human to get judged in 60 years. Or is that a problem?” The King questioned as he closed the book. A subtle smile appeared upon Renjun’s face.

“Of course not, My King. Thank you for your serv-”

“Wait!” You interrupted which caused Renjun to whip his head around to face you. He was giving you eyes, pleading you to just to keep your mouth shut. You ignored his gaze and turned to The King with hopeful eyes. “What about Renjun? Can he continue his work? He worked hard to gain the title of a Grim Reaper, making him do apprentice work is a waste of genuine talent.”

Your eyes never left The King which caused a small smirk to run across his face. The King then turned his attention back to Renjun. “Your title as a Grim Reaper is being restored, this accident will not intervene with your work record. Best of Luck to you, Grim Reaper Renjun.”

“Thank you, My King.” Renjun bowed and you joined him with a smile you couldn’t hide. The King nodded and then snapped his fingers which transferred the both of you back to Renjun’s room which was now a bit more decorated thanks to your help.

You turned to Renjun with a smile and before you could say something, he pulled you into a tight hug. His head rested on your shoulder as he let out a heavy breath.

“Goodness, you gave me a heart attack.” He murmured into your skin as the hug grew a bit tighter. “You could’ve gotten yourself executed right then and there. Y/n, you don’t understand how scared I was in that second.”

“Sorry, I just wanted you to get your job back so you could be happy.” You admitted. He pulled you of the hug so he could look you in the eyes. He saw that you genuinely just wanted to bring him a chance.

“For you to stay with me, I wouldn’t care if I had to wait another 1000 years to be a grim reaper, I just wanted you to stay with me because….” He looked at you in the eyes. He was scared to finish his statement but he could see your orbs asking for him to finish with hope. “I love you, Y/n. At first, I thought that I wasn’t able to love, I was born a demon after all. Yet, somehow every time I saw you smile I knew that I was in love, I was just scared to tell you since we weren’t sure when you would have to leave and I just-”

Again, you interrupted Renjun with a kiss on his lips. You felt Renjun’s hands come up to cuff your cheeks, deepening the kiss. You fell into the kiss with nothing but trust and love. If this was the next 60 years then you weren’t gonna complain.

[EXTRA]

“Accident you say?” Doyoung teased as he looked to Taeyong. Doyoung knew that there was never mistakes with the king. He did this on purpose and he had his suspicions about the underlying reason

“He might have been born a demon but everyone deserves a chance to experience love, even a Grim Reaper.” Taeyong said as he turned his eyes to the Judge.

“Hmm, how about you My King? When will you experience your chance at love?” Doyoung questioned as he began to gather the cases notes.

“Now, enough of the jokes, Doyoung. Let’s get back to work.” Taeyong sternly stated, changing the topic. Love wasn’t in his sights and he had finally come to terms with it

#nct #nct dream #nct u #nct 2018 #nct 127 #nct reactions #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct au #nct renjun #huang renjun #renjun imagines #ariana.txt

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a-girl-with-a-big-heart · 6 years ago

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Pristin

Scenarios☆|Moodboards♡|Imagines✧

Reactions

Your dog/cat dying(Sub Unit) You being depressed(Sub Unit)

Nayoung

Roa

Dating in high school♡ You’re Overreacting | Fluff slight Angst☆ I Still Love You | Fluff and Angst☆

Yuha A vacation/trip♡

Eunwoo

Dating/being her girlfriend♡

Rena

Rely On Me | Fluff☆ Photo Perfect | Fluff☆ Blush | Fluff☆

Kyulkyung

SugarMommy!✧

Yehana

Sungyeon

Xiyeon

A coffee date♡ Blooming | Fluff☆ Lavender | Fluff☆ Merry Xmas! | Fluff☆

Kyla

Materialist

#materialist #pristin #pristin scenarios #pristin imagines #pristin reactions #pristin v #nayoung #roa #yuha #eunwoo #rena #kyulkyung #yehana #sungyeon #xiyeon #kyla

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kgirlgroupkingdom · 6 years ago

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Masterlist: Moodboards

Twice

Michaeng - Rebellion and Elegance

Girlfriend Son Chaeyoung (Purple/Black+White)

Soft girlfriend Myoui Mina

Femme Fatale girlfriend Momo

God Jihyo in gold

White rabbit Nayeon and black rabbit gf

Tzuyu’s outdoor date with her gf

Nayeon baking with her girlfriend

Sporty gf Mina (purple)

Momo ft gf - Wanderlust

Travelling with Jeongyeon

Dahyun baseball date

Dahyun and photographer gf

Girlfriend Jihyo in purple

Parisian Romance With Mina

Honeymoon with Jeongyeon

Pristin

Angst wlw Rena

Baking date with Xiyeon

Girlfriend Yuha (red)

Troublemaker wlw duo with Roa

High school bff Jung Eunwoo

Midnight date with Rena (purple)

Yellow girlfriend Yehana

High School Queen Bitch Nayoung

Loona

Poly Odd Eye Circle

Kim Lip (1)

Choerry (1)

JinSoul (1)

ViVi (1)

Chuu (1)

Gugudan

City date with Kim Sejeong

Red Velvet

Rebel Seulgi

After School

Biker Kahi (Former member)

Bang! Moodboard

Beach Date Lizzy (Former member)

Orange Caramel

Beach Date Lizzy

I.O.I

Vampire Doyeon

Weki Meki

Vampire Doyeon

#masterlist #moodboards masterlist #kggk.txt

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ships-allday-errday · 7 years ago

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Seven Minutes in Heaven

Genre: I guess slight angst I’m not sure

Characters: Hwall x Reader

Plot: Your invited to a party when you suddenly find yourself in the middle of playing seven minutes in heaven however, all doesn’t end out the way you expect it to.

Words: 2298

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You were hanging out with your friend Eric after school, when he popped a random question at you.

“Hey, you wanna come to a party at my house today?” He asks catching you off guard since parties aren’t your usual scene.

You begin shaking your head unsure, “I don’t know I don’t really go to parties,” you mutter.

“It’ll be fine only a couple of people will be there.”

“Like who?” You ask raising your eyebrows.

“Like Yuha, Sunwoo, New, Q, Rena, Kevin, Haknyeon, Doyeon, and a couple others.” You nod your head after every name is spoken.

“Oh and Hwall,” he added and you furiously shake your head side to side. “No, no thank you, that boy hates me,” you exclaim throwing your hands in the air.

“Y/N, no he doesn’t.”

“Yes he does, all he does is stand there glaring at me, and he never talks to me,” you explain.

“He just has rbf” shrugs Eric.

“Yeah, only to me.”

Eric shakes his head, “fine I’ll make sure you both are far apart from each other, so please?” He begs hands together, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You try your hardest not to fall for the eyes but as usual you end up giving in. “Fine,” you yell, “I’ll go to the stupid party.”

“Yay” exclaims Eric hugging you and spinning you around while jumping up and down.

After you’re put back down on the ground you bid goodbye to Eric and begin heading in the direction of your house to begin getting ready for the party.

——

You loudly knock on Eric’s front door and you can hear the booming music from the outside.

The door opens revealing Eric on the other end. “Y/N,” he yells trying to out loud the music, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He hugs you then leads you in the house and you close the door behind you, quickly following begin him.

“You said only a few people would be here,” you yell getting anxious over the amount of bodies you bump into.

“Yeah I guess word got around,” he shrugs leading you to the various drinks and snacks in the kitchen.

He motions for you to pick any thing you’d like, and just as you’ve made your decision someone from across the room yells out, “guys the games starting.”

“Oh yeah you definitely have to play,” he says grabbing your hand and pulling you to the living room away from your desired snack.

Once in the living room you take notice of the many people who are seated in a circle with a bottle in the middle.

Oh no you think to yourself already having an idea in your mind where this was heading.

You begin to back up but you stop in your tracks as you bump into something or someone.

You turn around to see what or who you bumped into and you come face to face with Hwall who is tilting is head staring at you.

You immediately feel your cheeks heat up as you turn back around avoiding his gaze and quickly walk over to the circle sitting down.

“You too,” says Eric waving for Hwall to come over and join the circle.

“What are we playing?” He asks making his way over and sitting on the opposite end of the circle.

“Were playing drumroll please,” announces Eric, and everyone follows his command, “seven minutes in heaven spin the bottle edition!,” he yells and everyone cheers as he sits back down.

“I’ll start,” says a boy named Sunwoo, he spins the bottle and you instantly feel nerves and a lump forming in the back of your throat as you pray for it not to land on you.

You stare at the bottle intently and release a sigh of relief once it just passes you and lands on Xiyeon.

Everyone hollers and cheers as they both make their way to the closet. Their time starts and as you all wait, everyone talks about nonsensical things like who they hope to get or their plans after the party, while you’re distracted hoping not to get picked next.

Soon enough seven minutes are up and Eric opens the door, revealing a making out Xiyeon and Sunwoo.

They break apart as everyone oohs and ahhh at them. And they make their way back to their seats in the circle, as their friends nudge them and tease them.

“Next round,” adds Eric running to his spot. This time a boy named Haknyeon decides to spin and you once again feel anxiousness run throughout your body.

The bottle spins and it slowly decreases in speed eventually landing on you. You internally panic and don’t move a muscle, you really didn’t want to do this.

Eric gets up and he begins to pulls you up by your arms. You desperately look at Eric, “don’t make me do this,” you plead.

“C’mon it’ll be fun,” he says reassuring you. You hesitantly walk to the closet and Haknyeon is already there waiting for you. Before you get the chance to enter the closet you feel a hand around your wrist and it jerks you away from the closet vearing you in the opposite direction.

Next thing you know you hear a bunch of boos as you’re quickly lead to a room on the opposite side of the house lead by a mystery hero.

Once your mystery hero closes the door behind him, he marches up to you. Cupping your face, he presses your lips together.

This all happens so quickly and it takes you a second to register what’s occurring. You quickly push his chest away, breaking apart from the kiss.

You back up and get a good look at the person, “Hwall?” You question, shocked and confused.

He instantly backs up as well with wide eyes, “I’m sorry Y/N—I didnt mean—I mean—I wasn’t thinking—I just acted—I’m sorry,” he says interrupting himself rambling.

“Hwall” you mutter lowly once again more to yourself in disbelief.

“What the heck Hwall!!!” You yell finally comprehending everything and he shuts his eyes at your screech.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he hangs his head low.

“Why did you do that?”

He opens his mouth and abruptly shuts it, he does this again before finally coming out with an answer, “I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I don’t now why I did that,” he mumbles.

“So you just kiss me and you have no reason.”

He once again hangs his head low and you stand there giving him a chance to explain. When no words come out of his mouth you push past him and leave the room.

You feel enraged at his response, how dare he kiss you, he didn’t even like you, why would he do that?, how could he do that and not know why he did that?

You walk to the front door of Eric’s house and before you exit someone grabs your wrist.

“Look Hwall I don’t want to talk-“ you start as you turn around to come face to face with Eric.

“Hwall?,” he asks and you shake your head not wanting to answer his question, and Eric seems to get the message. “Anyways I’m really sorry about what happened I shouldn’t have forced you like that.”

“Yeah it’s fine,” you utter turning around and exiting the party scene.

Upon the walk to your house you began thinking again about the questions you had for him. Why did he kiss you? Was it a dare? Was he just messing with you? The last thought you had made you even more upset. You shake your head trying to calm down.

You arrive at your house convinced that Hwall hated you and he was just trying to play with your feelings.

You go to sleep trying to dismiss your thoughts about the party but with no luck and all night you end up thinking about it.

The next day you wake up late. Rushing to beat your first classes’ bell you make it just in time.

Upon entering your class you see your classmates including the one person you were dreading to see, Hwall.

You quickly walk to your seat next to Eric and sit down, avoiding the piercing gaze that you felt from Hwall’s direction.

You feel his eyes burning a hole in your head and you can’t take anymore of it. You abruptly stand up from your seat, cutting off whatever nonsense Eric was spewing out.

You march up to Hwall’s seat and he stares up at you.

You instantly grab his collar and yank him up off his chair, locking your lips together.

Initially his eyes widen in shock, but soon he closes his eyelids and his lips move in sync with yours.

The class hollers and cheers at your actions and you suddenly separate breaking away from the kiss.

You shove him back into his chair releasing his collar and you smirk, taking a mental picture of his shocked expression before making your way back to your own seat, while the teacher walks in calming the class and beginning.

“Why did you do that?” Eric whispers and you think, questioning yourself on why you did that. Maybe to stop the staring from him, to get even from yesterday, to let him know how upset you were, but you just shrugged your shoulders at Eric.

Whatever the reason was you try to brush off your actions and focus on class. The class ends quickly and you rush to get all of your things in order.

As you gather your items you feel a figure looming over your desk. Looking up you see Hwall staring down at you. The class quickly empties and soon it’s just you two in the class.

There’s an unbearable silence and it finally gets to you. “What?!” You yell getting up from your seat, tired of the tension.

“Why did you do that?”

“Why did I do what?” You ask innocently.

“The kiss” he mumbles.

“I don’t know, why did you do that yesterday?,” you respond nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.

He looks down at the ground and you sigh having not been able to get the reason out of him yet.

“Are you toying with me?” You finally ask.

His head immediately shoots up, “NO,” he blurts out. “I mean I,” he pauses again struggling to get out the right words, “can you turn around?”

“Why?”

“Please,” he pleads desperately and you comply turning your back to him.

“Don’t say anything just listen.” You nod your head in understanding. He sighs before beginning, “look Y/N I’m bad at emotions and expressing myself but I’m just going to try,” once again you nod.

“I lied to you yesterday there was a reason I kissed you, I was upset, at myself, at Haknyeon, at everyone. I got mad at the party because I like you and I’m too shy to talk to you, and when they called your name I just pictured you with Haknyeon and I just acted without thinking and I’m sorry,” he blurts out.

You resist the urge to turn around as he spills out his feelings towards you.

“I’m most definitely not toying with you.”

You hear shuffling behind you and he grabs your hand turning you around, making eye contact. “I did it because I like you, and I care about you,” He states confidently.

You let your hand linger in his for a couple seconds, however, you get pulled out of your trance. “Wait so you like me?” You ask clarifying more for yourself and he nods his head hesitantly.

You shake your head unsure of the situation and how you felt. “Hwall I-I don’t really know how I feel about you, when I kissed you it was kind of to get back at you for kissing me. If anything I should be apologizing for doing that.” He shakes his head as you say this.

“It’s fine,” he starts and this time it’s your turn to shake your head. “Let me make it up to you, how about we go on a date, you pick the place,” you suggest.

He beams at your proposition and you giggle at his reaction. “You have an adorable smile.” You state which makes him smile even more.

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Im so bad at endingsssssss. Anyways here’s this scenario I hope you have a great day/night!!!!!!!<3<3

#kpop #scenarios #hwall #hyunjoon #theboyz #the boyz scenarios #kpopscenarios

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multiphandomunnies · 9 months ago

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Pristin reactions

you hog the duvet while sleeping

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accidentally hitting the youngest member

their gf wants a kiss

having a mochi maknae

their bf breaking up with them

bf wants them back

bf being close with another member

they realize they like girls

bf dies in carcrash

bf not giving her enough attention

you initiate skinship

confessing to you

bf is a comedian

bf is a foreigner

gf wanting to be a little spoon

taking care of a baby

being an older sister

dating a nerdy guy

bf kisses them first

picnic with pristin

baby au

s.o rolls off the bed while they’re sleeping

s.o is affectionate with another member

pushing s.o/ s.o pushes them off the bed

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girls-scenarios · 8 years ago

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Take Me Over

Idol: Eunwoo (Pristin)

Prompt: “There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely," Eunwoo has always been loved by many, being one of the most popular people in school, she never has had a bad day in her life. In a partner project, she is paired up with the school's loner and bad girl, (Y/N), as Eunwoo starts getting to know her, she starts to live life the way she never thought she would

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I LOVE Pristin. And I love how detailed this request is. Also anon asked for fluff/angst but I’m not sure if the angst aspect is very big. I did write it for a female reader, though, instead of keeping it gender neutral like I usually do, as the “bad girl” was requested. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the first Pristin post on this account!

Warnings: Gotta add some to this one. Hints at sex and innuendos. Skipping school. A few curse words. Underage drinking and smoking. Generally lots of things that you Shouldn’t Try At Home (or School, in this case). Mentions of an iconic lesbian movie. What else would you get with a popular girl meets school bad girl story? Also there is no actual smut.

Eunwoo’s life began with her name being called, her mother smiling as the name sounded in the room as the doctor placed her in her mother’s arms. Her life also ended with someone calling her name, but this time there was another name being called as well.

“Eunwoo, (Y/N), you two will be working together. Please pair up.” Eunwoo could feel her world falling apart around her as the words tumbled from her teachers lips. Beside her, Roa snickered and elbowed her when the teacher looked back at her sheet.

“If she kills you, I’ll make sure your funeral is awesome.” Eunwoo whimpered and gripped her notebooks.

“No protecting or avenging me?”

“Nah, she’s scary.” Kulkyung shot her an apologetic smile as Eunwoo stood to go sit in the empty seat next to you. You hadn’t even looked up from where you were doodling something on your notebook. She had to resist the urge to melt into a puddle on the floor as she sat down This wasn’t fair. Her life wasn’t fair.

“Roa, Kulkyung, you’ll be working together.” The other two girls cheered, and Eunwoo buried her head in her arms. The world was out to get her, she was sure of it.

“Dude, you got paired with (Y/N)?” Xiyeon huffed and slumped back into her chair, crossing her arms. “That’s not fair, she’s so hot.”

“Scary,” Kyla corrected. “You mean scary.”

“Nah, she’s hot. She skips school and wears fishnet stockings and leather jackets and honestly I’d be down to skip school with her and go do you know-” Eunwoo yelped and covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly at Xiyeon’s words.

“I don’t want that mental image, please, Xiyeon! You’re making this entire situation even worse.” Roa’s tray clattered loudly against the table and she grinned.

“Princess Eunwoo. Working with (Y/N). The entire school probably knows now.” She said. Eunwoo kept her hands over her ears, beginning to hum loudly.

“I really hope you don’t get murdered though,” Kulkyung said as she sat down, Nayoung and Yuha at her side.

“Who’s murdering Eunwoo?” Asked Yuha, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked from the grinning Roa to the pouting Xiyeon who Kyla was trying to comfort with pieces of pepperoni. Xiyeon quickly sat forward when Yuha asked, slamming her hands down onto the table.

“Eunwoo gets to work with (Y/N). Is she lucky or what?”

“Oh shit. Yeah, (Y/N) is any lesbian’s wet dream. It’s like that movie. But I’m a Cheerleader, right?” Xiyeon clapped her hands, looking relieved and ignoring Eunwoo’s plead for her to be quieter.

“Exactly what I was thinking! See? Somebody agrees with me.”

“I think you’re both thirsty,” Nayoung said, picking at the salad on her own tray and glancing at Kulkyung’s pizza. “I’ve never even watched that movie.”

“It’s a must-watch for any lesbian, let me tell you. Eunwoo is going to miss out on a movie perfect storyline if she doesn’t get that,” Yuha said, glaring at the younger girl out the side of her eyes.

“I don’t want to get that,” Eunwoo replied. “I want to not have to talk to her. She’s scary. I’ve heard that she has a tattoo and smokes cigarettes and drinks even though she’s underage.”

“Half of us at this table have drank, Eunwoo.” Nayoung finally stabbed at her salad and took a bite after speaking. Eunwoo pouted and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms and glaring resolutely at the table in front of her, trying her best to ignore the girls talking around her. Xiyeon and Yuha had gotten into a deep conversation about how perfect the situation followed the plot of the movie Yuha had brought up, and Nayoung had finally stopped staring at Kulkyung’s pizza and stolen herself a bite. Why were none of them any help?

“Cheer up,” Rena finally said. Maybe-. “At least you might get a good lay out of it.” Eunwoo slammed her head into the table.

Never before had Eunwoo been nervous about going to school. School, although tedious and boring, was where all her friends were. For the first time since she was elementary school, she debated faking sick to get out of going in. But nothing short of a life threatening fever would convince her mom to keep her home, and she’d have to face you sometime. So she reluctantly rolled out of bed and shuffled over to her closet. Her eyes landed on a short black skirt, and what Xiyeon and Yuha had been talking about popped into her head.

She’d watched But I’m a Cheerleader, despite popular belief, and the image of Megan in her cheerleading outfit flashed before her eyes. Quickly, she shook her head and grabbed a pair of jeans instead, wrinkling her nose in aggravation at herself. What was she even thinking? That had been a movie, and this was real life. Shit like that only happened in movies. In real life, the bad girl would rather never have to speak to the popular girl again than fuck her, and the popular girl would never survive trying to get into a relationship with the bad girl.

Her phone buzzed and came to life, signalling a text. One from Yuha, asking if she still had the shorts she’d borrowed from her a week ago, and one from Rena, asking for her to give her the homework because she had a doctor’s appointment. She shrugged on one of her favorite shirts as she typed out replies, glancing at the clock. Plenty of time to grab her normal coffee and still make it to class on time. She shoved her feet into her shoes and grabbed her bag, tripping down the stairs and hugging her mother goodbye before rushing out the door, fingers typing a text to Kulkyung for the other girl to meet her at their normal Starbucks.

She was already there when Eunwoo walked up, leaning against the wall with her hands in her pockets. When Eunwoo called out to her, she looked up and grinned, kicking off the wall as the other girl walked up.

“You actually woke up on time today?” Eunwoo rolled her eyes, but Kulkyung continued as they walked inside. “I’m surprised you didn’t bail, considering today is the first day for partner projects.” The familiar smell of coffee assaulted their senses as they walked in, and Eunwoo closed her eyes, breathing it in slowly to try and calm down.

“I’d rather you not remind me about it. I was tempted to bail.” As she opened her eyes, she saw familiars. The barista who knew her name and what coffee she was going to order because she’d been in there so many time. The business man who always ordered a venti black coffee before bolting out the door. The woman with her young daughter who always came by after dropping her older children off at school. She turned her head, glanced out the window, and saw you, walking down the sidewalk with your earbuds in, head slowly nodding along to whatever you were listening to, hands shoved deep in your pockets. The unfamiliar.

“Hello? Earth to Eunwoo?” Kulkyung waved her hand in front of said girl’s face, making her blink and look up. “We’re next in line. You okay? You looked all dazed out for a second there.” She shook her head and forced a smile, despite feeling a bit dizzy.

“I’m okay. I was just thinking.”

“You’re always dazing off.” Kulkyung grinned and knocked her knuckles against Eunwoo’s head, making the other girl whine and try to duck out of the way. “Is there anyone in there?”

“Don’t be rude, you brat.” It was their turn. The barista smiled and wished them a good morning, already keying in their orders. Eunwoo pulled out her wallet and handed over her card, sparing a glance back out the window. You were gone, no doubt already a while down the road, but she still felt her pulse jump a bit looking at the space where you had been standing. “When we get our coffees,” she said as they stepped away from the counter. “Let’s just head to the school right away.”

“Okay,” Kulkyung replied, giving her a weird look. “You wanting to be on time for school? Do you have a fever?” She again moved her hand to the other girl’s head, but Eunwoo ducked out of the way this time, sticking out her tongue.

“No. Shut up.” Kulkyung kept talking, but Eunwoo tuned her out, staring at the counter in front of them, lost in her own head.

The bell sounded like chains rattling, tying Eunwoo to a decision someone else had made for her. She dragged herself into the classroom and sat at her desk, immediately dropping her backpack and pillowing her head in her arms. Kulkyung patted her head, but said nothing as she passed to her own seat nearer to the window. The seat near the back of the classroom remained empty as other people began to file in, and Eunwoo had a small sliver of hope that maybe it would remain empty for the whole class. But then, five minutes after class had started, the door banged open and slammed closed, and you were in your seat within seconds, slumping down against the plastic surface.

The teacher sighed but said nothing, continuing on with her explanation of the activities for the day, and Eunwoo inwardly sighed as well. So much for the higher forces having pity on her for once. And you looked like you were in a bad mood as well, making her stomach flop nervously. As the teacher wrapped up her short instruction, Eunwoo gripped her books tightly, trying to psych herself up. But when she turned around and saw you, glaring down at your notebook like something on it had offended you, all of her confidence went out the window.

Slowly, she moved back to the empty seat beside you, dodging the other students milling around the classroom to try and find their partner. When she dropped her books on the desk, you finally looked up at her, face impassive. She tried her best to mirror your expression.

“Hey.” You looked at her, not replying. Frustrated, she dropped her bag to the floor with a thump and sat down in the chair next to you. “Which war do you want to cover?” You looked down at the notebook in front of you, then shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t give a shit. I wasn’t here for most of the classes where we covered them anyway.” Eunwoo bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at her own notes, trying to shove down the retort building up in her chest.

“We could dibs WWII. The world wars would be the easiest.”

“I’ll dibs WWI then.” Eunwoo snapped her head up, but before she could say anything, your hand was already in the air, eyebrow cocked as if daring the teacher not to call on you first. The teacher hesitantly called your name and wrote down your names beside WWI on the board. Eunwoo noticed her mouth was hanging open, so she snapped it shut and swallowed.

“Wait, I said WWII.”

“You said the world wars would be the easiest, and I know WWI the best. Don’t think I’m going to put a ton of effort into this. I don’t really give a shit about any of this.” You moved, already ready to start shoving your books into your bag, but Eunwoo’s hand shot out and she grabbed your wrist, making you hiss and looked up, curses on the end of your tongue. She was glaring.

“I know you might not give a shit about this class, or like me or want to work with me, and the feeling is mutual. But I am not going to get a bad grade on the project just because you refuse to do work.” You glared back at her, yanking your arm away from her.

“Listen, princess. I don’t get bossed around.”

“And neither do I.” Eunwoo stood strong. “You’re going to at least put enough effort into the project that we get a B on it. I’d do all the work but the teacher would know, and that would just drop our grade even more.” With a long sigh, you rolled your eyes and put your books back onto you desk, settling back into your chair.

“Fine. I’m not doing much though.” You turned to her, meeting her gaze head on. “And we’re going to do something easy, like a collage or something.”

“Fine. Shake on it?” She held out her hand, raising her eyebrows, and you regarded her hand warily before finally accepting it and shaking. Satisfied, Eunwoo turned to her books. “Now. We’ll start at the beginning.”

“I can’t believe you have me in a library. I haven’t been in one of these in a while.” Eunwoo rolled her eyes at your words, books already assorted on the table and laptop balanced on the table she’d managed to grab. “Couldn’t we at least work outside? I can smoke out there.”

“No. No smoking while we’re doing out project. Are you kidding? The teacher would be able to smell the cigarette smoke and then we’d both get in trouble.” You sat in the seat across from her and smirked, narrowed eyes making Eunwoo feel almost like some sort of prey.

“What, has little miss popular never been to the office before? It’s pretty easy to get out of.” Eunwoo huffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

“I haven’t. And I have no intention to. We left off after the assassination, so we can pick up there.” You huffed and shoved your hands into your pockets, slumping back in your chair as Eunwoo looked down at her laptop.

“You’re literally the most boring person I’ve ever met.” Eunwoo snapped her head up, offended.

“I am not! I know how to have fun, I’m just trying to focus on this project and not fail.” You raised your eyebrows, pushing your feet against the ground so that your chair came up off the ground and tilted back. Eunwoo could feel the tips of her ears getting red with embarrassment.

“Prove it,” you said. She’d been afraid you’d say that, but she wasn’t going to back down. Swallowing around the lump rising up in the throat, she crossed her arms across her chest.

“How?” A thrill traveled over her body as you looked her over, eyes dark.

“Meet me behind the bleachers before school tomorrow morning.” Thump thump went her heart.

“Just so you know, I’m not going to smoke with you. I know how to have a good time, not give myself lung cancer.” You rolled your eyes. Again.

“Fine fine, goody goody. Just meet me back there, okay?” Eunwoo thought about it, eyes trailing back down to her laptop, where the screen glowed bright with pictures of WWI battlefields.

“If you cooperate with me now, I’ll meet you tomorrow.” You groaned, letting your chair fall back to the floor again.

“You can be a real demanding bitch, you know?” Eunwoo broke out into a smile, smugly looking across the table.

“Yeah, I know.”

Agreeing to meet you behind the bleachers had been the dumbest thing Eunwoo had ever done. And she’d accidentally dyed her hair green instead of blonde one time. If you’d decided you hated her and wanted her dead, you could totally off her without being seen. Eunwoo whimpered as she leaned against Yuha, who was grinning like an idiot after what Eunwoo had told her.

“You’re totally gonna get laid. Man, you’re so lucky. I wish I could meet (Y/N) behind the bleachers.”

“God, shut up. I shouldn’t have told you, you’re too thirsty to think of all the things that could go wrong.” Rena laughed, shoving Eunwoo’s shoulder.

“Remember, if you die I’ll make your funeral awesome.”

“Thanks,” Eunwoo deadpanned. “Thanks a ton.” They were already on the school grounds, and the bell was about to ring and summon them all inside at any minute, but Eunwoo still hadn’t built up enough courage to go back behind the bleachers. Yuha shrugged her off, making her have to stand up straight. There was still a thrill knowing what she was going to have to do, but at the same time she felt as if she might be sick to her stomach.

“We have to go. You really have to go,” Yuha said, shifting her backpack up onto her shoulder. “Have fun.”

“Yeah,” Eunwoo looked down at her feet. “Fun.” Finally, she waved goodbye to her friends and trudged towards the bleachers, gripping the straps of her backpack tightly. When she arrived, she looked around, spinning in a slow circle to try and find you, but you were nowhere to be found. Just as she was about to give up and leave, a voice hissed her name. She spun around to see you standing where the bleachers almost met a fence, completely hidden from view.

“Wow, you actually showed up,” you said as she walked over, looking her over once again. She could feel her face getting red, but she set her shoulders.

“What, did you really think I was too chicken?” You laughed, and she noticed the piercing on your tongue that glinted in the sun, contrasting your black lipstick.

“A little bit, yeah.” You stepped closer, hooking your thumbs in the belt loops on your shorts, making Eunwoo’s chest close up as she fought the urge to lean back. You smelt like lingering cigarette smoke and coffee. “Have you ever skipped school, miss popular?”

“Please call me by my name,” Eunwoo said, summoning her best glare. “And yes, I have.”

“I’m surprised. I didn’t know you had it in you, princess eun.” Before she could retort, you grabbed her wrist. “Let’s go.” She tried to protest, but the thrill shooting through her chest silenced her, urging her to follow along behind you as you dragged her away from the field and to the parking lot.

“You have a car?” You smiled smugly and pulled the keys out of your pockets, dangling them from your fingers.

“Of course I do. Now hurry and get in before we run into a teacher.” Too dumbstruck to think of a witty comeback, Eunwoo climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her. The car was nothing fancy, but it was more than she had, and she looked around. A glance into the backseat revealed a package of condoms and some cigarettes sticking out from underneath a leather jacket, and Eunwoo shivered involuntarily, dragging her eyes back to the road and you maneuvered the car out of the parking lot.

“You’re good at this. You do this a lot?” You sat back in your seat.

“There are things I do on school grounds too. Want me to show you?” Nope. Eunwoo did not want to be shown. She was being shown too much already.

“We’re not on the school grounds anymore,” she said instead, glaring out the window and refusing to look your way. Your snort of amusement echoed in the car.

“That’s too bad. I guess I’ll just have to show you another time.” You raised your eyebrows again, glancing at her legs. “Your skirt is perfect for it today though.” She flushed deeply and played with the hem of the skirt with her right hand, tugging it down further. She knew you were just playing with her now, but she still refused to back down.

“You missed out. Where are you taking me now?” You shrugged, pressing down further on the gas pedal.

“I’m hungry, I didn’t eat breakfast. So we’ll go eat.” She glanced at you, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Just breakfast?”

“Yeah.” You laughed. “What were you expecting me to do?” Embarrassed, she looked away again, refusing to reply. You turned the car into a parking lot and pulled to a stop outside a bakery, then quickly unbuckled your seat belt. “Just grab your wallet, and leave your backpack in the car so they don’t know we’re high school students.”

“I’m sure we don’t look old enough to be-.” You rolled your eyes and opened your door.

“We’ll be fine as long as we don’t have any IDs or backpacks in sight. Don’t worry so much.” You closed your door and she huffed, quickly clambering out her side and jogging to catch up with you at the door. You led the way in, walking up to the counter with your hands in your pockets and ordering with quiet ease, stepping off to the side after only a moment, leaving her face-to-face with the lady behind the counter who tapped her pen impatiently when Eunwoo didn’t automatically order. Stuttering, she hesitantly ordered a bagel and coffee, fumbling with her wallet nervously. But the woman handed her back her card and said nothing, waving her away, and the tension in her shoulders waned away.

You had already found a table when she stepped away from the counter, and she glanced around at the shop as she walked over. It was small but nicely decorated, white walls pristine and lined with frames holding awards for things like ‘Best Donuts in the City’ and ‘Best Family-Owned Business’. As she sat down across from you, the lady from the counter walked over with their coffees and food. After thanking her, she turned to you.

“I didn’t even know this place existed. How did you find it?” You stirred your coffee and took a sip before answering.

“One of my friend’s families owns the place. He brings me here often.” She looked surprised, and you narrowed your eyes. “Yeah, believe it or not, I have friends.”

“No, no,” Eunwoo said, waving her hands frantically. “I just. You never talk to anyone at school so I was curious.” You glared down at the cup in your hands.

“That’s because nobody at the school talks to me. I don’t really care. I have other friends, I’ve known them since I was little. Honestly it’s easier to get through high school not talking to anyone at school. Less drama, less bullshit.” Eunwoo frowned and picked at her bagel as you continued. “People are scared of me. But I mean, I gave them a reason to be.”

“But you’re a fine person,” she said. “Why let everyone think you’re some evil person?”

“You ask a lot of damn questions.”

“I just want to know.” You took another sip of your drink, silent. Eunwoo waited, curling her fingers around her own cup.

“I got bullied when I was younger. Now that everyone is scared of me, I don’t have to worry about that. My parents never paid much attention to me either, so when I started dressing like this and sneaking out and smoking, they started paying attention. Eventually they stopped caring, but I decided I liked living like this more than I liked the way I was before.” You looked up, meeting her eyes. “How would you like it if people thought you needed to stop being popular and change everything you’ve become accustomed to doing?”

“I guess I wouldn’t like that.”

“Exactly. I don’t mind being the loner, because I have friends outside of school. I like doing the things I do. I’d rather be scary than scared.” With a sigh, Eunwoo stirred her drink.

“Yeah. But still, don’t you get lonely?” You ripped off a piece of your bagel, making her flinch.

“I used to. Now I don’t give a shit. It’s not like I show up to school often anyway.”

“I’d talk to you.” You sneered and popped a piece of your bagel into your mouth, standing abruptly.

“Sure you would, miss popular. But we don’t want to taint your reputation.” Eunwoo stood as well as you walked past her to the trash, turning and grabbing the back of her chair.

“Maybe if you’d ever been anything other than an ass to me, I would have been nice to you back. I have feelings too, you know.” You stopped and turned around, staring at her. “I’ve never been mean to you. The only times we’ve ever interacted, you’ve been rude. You didn’t even look at me in class the other day.”

“Maybe I didn’t feel like fucking talking to you.”

“I didn’t feel like talking to you either, but at least I was nice.” Eunwoo grabbed her own trash and walked over to the trash can, looking you in the eye as she passed you. “I can’t believe I was afraid of you. You’re nothing but a coward, hiding behind a fake tough facade. You’re too afraid to let someone in, so you’ve talked yourself into thinking I’m a bad person just because I’m popular.” Your face turned red and you reached out to grab her wrist, but she yanked her hand away. “If you don’t like me, then why did you bring me out here today?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually show,” you said, fists balled at your sides. The woman behind the counter watched the two of you with a wary eye. “Maybe I was intrigued because I saw you had more guts than I thought you did. I wanted to see how much I could push you and mess with you. I didn’t ask you to try and break me out of my shell.”

“Yeah, well. It’s kind of hard to make friends when all you do is insult people and push them away.”

“I didn’t want to be friends with you.”

“Then what did you want, (Y/N)? What did you want?” You clenched your jaw, unable to answer, and Eunwoo threw her now empty cup into the trash can. “You’re the one who wanted to talk to me outside of the project. You can’t blame this on me. Now if you’ll unlock your car, I’ll get my things and just walk back to the school.” Wordlessly, you turned and stalked towards the doorway, pulling out your keys and unlocking your car as you pushed the door open. She walked past you and opened the car door long enough to grab her things before closing it again and walking away without another word. She half expected you to yell something profane at her retreating figure, but you didn’t. You just stayed silent and watched her go.

“Where the fuck were you this morning?” Xiyeon stuck her face right in front of Eunwoo’s, eyes narrowed. Glaring, Eunwoo pushed her face away.

“I’m not in the mood, Xiyeon. Not right now.”

“She was with (Y/N),” Kulkyung informed the younger girl as she scrolled through her Twitter feed, not bothering to look up from her phone. Xiyeon’s jaw dropped, but before she could say anything, Yuha was speaking, rolling her eyes.

“She somehow managed to get into a fight with her. Don’t ask me how.”

“Shut the fuck up, Yuha,” Eunwoo said. Yuha looked at Xiyeon with raised eyebrows, hand gesturing to the girl beside her.

“See?” Before Eunwoo could reply, or possibly throw her class copy of The Great Gatsby at the other girl’s head, Roa walked up with Nayoung.

“You guys know what time it is, right? We’re supposed to be in the cafeteria in like, two minutes.” With a sigh, Kulkyung shoved her phone into her pocket and grabbed Eunwoo’s arm, hauling her up while Xiyeon stood with Yuha, regarding Eunwoo cautiously.

“Then move it. We’ll follow you.”

“I still don’t understand why we have to be in the cafeteria for a certain amount of time, we’re not little kids anymore,” Xiyeon said, kicking at a pebble in their way. Yuha reached over and messed with her hair, earning her a whine from the younger girl.

“You’re still a little kid, Xiyeon. And it’s to make sure nobody is back late from getting lunch.” Xiyeon muttered something under her breath that made Yuha laugh, but Eunwoo’s eyes stayed focused on the floor and she relied on Kulkyung to pull her through the throngs of students pouring into the cafeteria. In the back of her head, she silently thanked whatever gods there were that Kulkyung was her friend. Without the other girl, Eunwoo would probably be dead at this point.

Everyone else was waiting at their normal table, and Kyla shot them all looks from over her book.

“You guys are almost late.” Roa shrugged her shoulders, waving away the other girl’s concerns. Eunwoo took her normal seat at the table and forced a smile to her face as people said hello as they passed her table. She was too tired for this. Just as she was about to put her head in her arms and take a nap until the bell rang, someone slammed their hand onto the table beside her. Surprised, she jerked her head up to come face-to-face with you. A hush had fallen over the tables surrounding hers.

“You’re next period is a study hall, right?” Her face twisted in confusion.

“Yes, why?”

“Meet me in the library.” You picked your hand up off the table and brushed past her, ignoring the people staring open mouthed at you as you left. She turned and watched you go, ignoring Yuha’s confused laughter and Roa’s ‘What the fuck’. Her hands seemed to move without her permission, reaching down to grab her backpack, and when the bell rang she was already on her way out the door, all but sprinting to the library.

It didn’t take her long to find you. You were sitting in the back of the library, legs over the arm of chair as your back pressed against the wall instead of the back of the chair. You were looking down at your phone, but looked up when she dropped her backpack beside the seat across from you. For a moment, the two of you were both silent, staring at each other, neither of you moving. Then you sighed and turned off your phone.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” She opened her mouth, but you cut her off, eyes still trained on the black screen of your phone. “I wasn’t entirely truthful. And you were just trying to be friendly and I blew up.” She slowly sat in the chair opposite, as if any sudden movements might scare you away. “The truth is.... I actually think about you a lot. Too much. And since you’re popular and I’m not I decided to try and hate you instead of developing a crush on you, ‘cause that hurts less.” You played with your phone case, still refusing to look up. “Then we started doing this project and I was super scared ‘cause I didn’t want to feel things. And I got caught up in playing with you and enjoying being able to talk to you. Then I realized what I was doing and I got scared this morning. You’re right. I’m a coward.”

“I said a lot of things I didn’t mean as well,” Eunwoo said, clutching the end of the chair and leaning forward. You still didn’t look up. “I was really rude. I called you bad things and got mad at you for being afraid of being hurt. And I’m sorry for that. But.” Your fingers stilled. “What I said still applies. About building friendships. And relationships.” You finally looked up.

“I meant an actual crush. An I want to kiss you crush. A big lesbian crush.” Your face was colored slightly and it made Eunwoo want to laugh, because she’d never imagined you could blush. But she held it down.

“I know. I’m a lesbian too. And it turns out that I wouldn’t mind kissing you, or meeting you behind the bleachers, or going to breakfast with you.” You still looked like you didn’t believe her. “I. I had a crush on you back in middle school.” Your eyebrows raised.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She laughed and covered her face and eyes, whining softly. “This is so embarrassing to admit. I was so embarrassing.” She brought her hands away from her face, only to laugh again at the shocked look on your face. “But I thought you hated me! You knocked me over one time, remember?”

“Oh shit, I did, didn’t I.” You let out a laugh as well, leaning your head back against the wall. “I forgot about that.”

“I tried to be nice. Sure I had ulterior motives of getting to kiss you, but still. And then you knocked me over. I was so heartbroken I cried for weeks.” You laughed again, covering your mouth, and Eunwoo basked in the sound of it, despite her revelation of her secret crush bringing a deep blush to her cheeks and turning her ears red.

“Damn, I’m sorry. I promise I wont knock you over this time around.” You sobered up and looked over at her again. “Still. I’m not going to change things about myself. I still like the things I like, the music I like, the hobbies I have.”

“You don’t have to,” Eunwoo said. “I don’t want to change big things about myself either. But I think we’ll find we have more in common than we think. And as long as we try things with each other, I think it’ll work out.” You nodded slowly.

“Yeah. You skipped school with me, so I’ll have to do something with you.” You smirked, resting your chin in your palm. “What do you like to do? Study?” She snorted and kicked your leg softly.

“No. Please. I like bowling.”

“Oh. Bowling is much better than studying.” She nodded and leaned over, unzipping her backpack.

“But since we’re on the subject, we do have a project due in a week.” You groaned and slumped down in your seat, shutting your eyes tight as she laughed at you, reaching over to ruffle your hair playfully.

“How did I know.”

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