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agustdef · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Black!Reader

Genre: Angst, Light Fluff, Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: One cuss word; Language; Mentions of lack of eating, but due to workaholic behavior.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: I wrote this forever ago and never posted it, which makes no sense.

One thing that fans and choreographers had in common was that tour season was a whirlwind experience that came at you fast and had you begging it to slow down. Though to be honest Hana didn’t really beg for it to slow down, she went wherever it took her and that meant more work than all of the “off season” combined. Something she didn’t mind and to a degree could admit to loving.

And that is where the problem arose.

Yugyeom had his own tour dates to prepare for. Events that were some of his first since GOT7 left JYPE. They made him more anxious than when he had his members to rely on, so he put in more work than usual. But none of it was overworking himself or not taking the time to breathe.

With his new career within the R&B world he’d promised himself he’d take a little more control and do what worked best for him and the life he wanted to lead, even outside of music. It was a must, and it was hard because he was used to the go, go, go lifestyle of idol life, but he wanted to take his time. He had all the time in the world for the fast paced, always moving shit when GOT7 got deep into preparations for their July comeback - something he looked forward to.

But while he waited and geared up for his solo activities, he tried to impart some of that wisdom onto Hana. That meant talking to her about it and getting her to take breaks no matter how small and no matter what hops he had to jump through to get her to give in.

Of course, she had obligations so she couldn’t just ditch jobs. It would make people second guess hiring her or get her blacklisted from working with companies if she changed up on them at the last minute. But the problem wasn’t how many choreographing and teaching roles she took on, or at least not the one Yugyeom felt he could validly argue against. No, the issue was that she was also helping out other friends. She would workshop choreo, act as a member for demos, help them get into different companies to showcase they were the right fit for their artists, and even teaching classes with them when they asked at the last minute.

It left her with so little time to do anything else. Yugyeom feared if she was eating like she should have or getting enough rest in her own bed, because she hadn’t entered his in weeks.

The worry he felt was low at the start of the season, but peaked once some artists began to make their way out a bit earlier than the rest. There were so many last-minute details and intensive work to put in. He barely got a text out of her or anyone he could usually reach out to get ahold of her.

Even popping up wherever she told him yielded low results with him hoping the intimidating nature of being some of her clients' elder age and industry time wise would be enough to ensure they got her to eat or drink something when he dropped it off.

After a while it went from pure worry to agitation. Something that made him lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling as he thought about it until he picked up his phone.

Yugyeom: You at home?

Minutes ticked by with him staring at the screen awaiting an answer, to the point that he found himself a little pissed off and ready to call her, but before he could his phone buzzed a few times.

Hana: No, in the studio

Hana: I had to finalize that killing part for P1Harmony’s new comeback

Hana: I thought I told you???

Yugyeom’s anger didn’t subside despite her answering him, in fact her words seemed to just maintain how upset he was.

Yugyeom: You said it didn’t need to be done for two weeks. Did they push it up?

Hana: No

Yugyeom: So, you’re finishing it at 2AM 2 weeks early because….?

Hana: Because I want it done

Hana: Not rocket science. I got the time so might as well

There were many times in life that Yugyeom wanted to cuss someone out or simply scream and that was indeed one of them. It was like she didn’t know how she sounded, but he knew better than that. Hana knew exactly what she was doing and what he was calling her out on, but she wouldn’t cop to it. No, she preferred to do the thing where she played dumb until he said it outright and even then, she would deny, deny, deny.

It took several deep breaths to get him to calm down and respond to her.

Yugyeom: Come here and I’ll help you

Hana: I’m not falling for your tricks to see me. I’ll see you in a few days

Yugyeom: For work

Hana: And dinner after

He was going to push the issue, but just as began to type another message came through.

Hana: Gotta go. Ireh is back and we’re starting up. Go to sleep. Love you!

Naturally, he knew that she wouldn’t respond to him after that, so Yugyeom threw his phone across the bed. Or he tried to, but the slight force behind it made it bounce and hit the floor instead. He winced hearing it but made zero move to pick it up. All his focus was on Hana. The woman who drove him up the wall but who he loved endlessly.

The thing was he got it. There was no one more understanding than Yugyeom because he lived the life of someone whose work needed a lot of his energy and time spent with people like Monster Woo and other dancers showed him how much went into what they did. How much it could strain things. But all he saw was Hana running herself into the ground for no reason.

Of course, he had to admit part of it was for selfish reasons on his part. He wanted more time with her, even if it was a quick meal and falling asleep together. Spending quality time is something he loved to do with her, and he’d missed out on for months. However, the much larger reason was because he knew her and knew she was in her own head. Knew that a lot of the pressure to work, work, work stemmed from her need to keep herself relevant and employed in an industry that could truly break a foreigner, especially a Black one. She’d made a name for herself long ago and had the backing in the US, but working mostly in K-Pop was something new and she hated to fail at such a challenge.

That was the thing that kept him from losing his shit with her, but it was also the straw to break the camel's back. There was nothing left in him that said he should continue to let it slide, to not push harder for her to take a step or two back. Lines like telling her friends and colleagues to not reach out were ones he wouldn’t cross, but as he drifted off that night, he’d decided that he would put his foot down.

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Days went by with Yugyeom not reaching out to Hana after their last text conversation. She wasn’t surprised that he’d stopped talking; he had two comebacks and tour dates to prepare for. Not that that was the reason he’d cut off communication attempts. Hana was smart enough to know he was worried and probably pissed with her. Something she hated but knew she couldn’t control since she had things to get done and not a lot of time to do them.

Tour season meant a lot of work and she was no stranger to pouring a lot of herself into it, so she rolled with the punches without much complaint. Which didn’t make him happy with her, but she knew it was something she could manage. Something she could explain to him to get him to understand.

Talking to him was in that plan once she arrived at the dance studio that he was preparing for his tour in. She was a choreographer for some songs and might go with him. Though with all the opportunities that rolled her way it looked unlikely that she would.

Another thing he would be upset with her about.

Upon her arrival she assaulted with the smell of food. As she walked further into the building those smells intensified and she basically drowned in them as she entered the break room area that the studio housed.

Everyone sat or leaned against something eating and paying her no mind. It was confusing because she thought they’d agreed to have lunch before coming in, but things had seemingly changed. All without her being in the know, something that she could have brushed off as an over thought if not for the momentary eye contact, she made with Yugyeom as he got up to grab a drink. His expression was blank as he looked at her and before she could blink, he turned around and went back to his seat without a word.

It was clear he was icing her out, which made her upset and a little angry. Not that she had time to process or call him on it, because the moment he sat down people noticed her presence and Ireh popped up and ushered her to the table she was sat at.

“We’re going to start a little later, so get comfortable. I’ll grab you something,” Ireh said.

Hana opened her mouth to tell her she was fine, but then her stomach growled, and she became all too aware of her hunger. She’d had a late night and got to sleep even later. So, in order to get the bare minimum of enough rest she’d slept in longer than she would have preferred and grabbed a pastry from the convenience store on the way. She’d planned to eat another snack before they started because she needed to and because eating a lot before dancing wasn’t something that she loved. But if she was hungry enough for her stomach to make sounds, she knew that she needed to eat something more. Plus, she had more time than she thought.

Another thing that wasn’t shared with her.

That made her irritation spike, so as she shrugged off her hoodie and dropped her bag Hana found her gaze drifting to Yugyeom. He was carefully spooning rice into his mouth as he messed around on his phone, only looking up when someone spoke to him and making sure to never even turn his head in her direction.

His behavior wasn’t something Hana never experienced before, she’d endured the silent treatment a few times before and it sucked every time. However, when it was about something that was work related and part of her livelihood it pissed her off. Even if there was a whisper in her head voicing the reminder that she could slow down some and not push herself so hard. That she had enough jobs for the season and could chill the hell out. The voice was right, but she wasn’t one to acknowledge that when she knew she could keep pushing and be fine.

So, being upset with him would withstand. At least that was what she tried to convey by glaring at a man who refused to give her the time of day.

Before she could do anything drastic, like walk over to his table, Ireh returned with two containers and a bottle of water. Hana took them carefully and was surprised to find kimchi-jjigae inside one. It was the typical food delivered for a work lunch, but it was a favorite of hers and something she craved whenever she worked a lot.

Something Ireh knew.

Once Ireh took a seat and began eating again Hana opened her mouth to thank her, but the woman shook her head.

“I barely even knew we were getting lunch today. You know who picked it out.”

“But he…”

“Hana, you know better,” Ireh said, but in Korean that time.

Though she often spoke both when talking to Hana there was something about the way she switched to it in order to scold that made Hana shrink into herself a little. It wasn’t that her feelings were hurt, but she did know better. Plus, Ireh was the oldest of four children, so she had the older sister act down pact, even if she only had less than a year over Hana in age.

Hana sighed. “I know.”

“If you know, then act like it.”

From there they ate in silence. The food was delicious, so Hana had zero problem finishing it and even after she was done the usual fullness never came. Which made her curse herself for clearly not eating enough especially because it wasn’t her intention, she just got easily wrapped up in things and forgot.

Once everyone finished, they cleaned up, and there were several minutes of sitting before everyone moved into the practice room. Hana brought up the rear and went to close the door behind them but was cut off by Yugyeom slipping into the room. He handed her a sports drink and continued to walk past her.

Or tried to but was stopped when Hana grabbed hold of his wrist.

“Yugyeom,” she whispered.

At first, she thought he would pull away, but after a few seconds he turned to her with an expression much gentler than the one he’d greeted her with.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I don’t have to do a lot of things, baby. But I do them because I want to and because sometimes people neglect to get them done.”

Not another word was said as he walked away, mostly because Hana couldn’t find any to say. There was the care behind his actions in those words, but she couldn’t miss the dig at the end. She knew it wasn’t meant to be all that hurtful, but she also knew he was being a little mean on purpose. Something that he wasn’t often, and she was unsure if she was angry, hurt, or simply upset that they’d reached that point.

In order to not have to figure that out she took a breath and stood off to the side while the head choreographer and tour manager spoke to them. When all information was disseminated they got to work going over the choreo with those who’d created it. Though the songs she’d worked on were early in the set list she went last and the entire time she refused to meet Yugyeom’s eyes.

Despite the tension they worked through the moves easily and corrected anything that seemed off. It was hyper professional between them and to a degree that made her feel worse, but the alternative of letting feelings leak through wasn’t any better.

After an hour and a half of going through everything they took a small break and Yugyeom tossed her a protein bar before taking a seat on the floor to catch his breath. The urge to say something flared, but Hana just took a seat and ate the bar without question.

Twenty minutes later they were back into the groove of things, but instead of checking for issues they decided to tackle the set list as it was. Most of the people he’d worked with weren’t coming with him, so it was the dancers with him while everyone else watched carefully.

Part of Hana wanted to sit it out because she may not have been going, but also because she was in a petty mood. The more time she and Yugyeom spent with negative emotions looming over them the more annoyed she got, and it was hard to push it down or reason with herself. But instead of taking that step back she got into position.

Keeping her mind from wandering wasn’t hard when she was dancing. It was her passion, so Hana always found joy in doing it. Especially because she’d been so happy when Yugyeom asked her to work on some of the choreo for him. She’d done so on some of GOT7’s music but working closely with the man she loved when he held the same passion as her put her over the moon. A feeling that found its way into her as she danced alongside him.

Their run through went off without a hitch and they were able to do it with very few breaks. Once it was finished, they all took a moment to catch their breath and then any issues were pointed out before they did it again. The second time around included moments where he would stop to talk or to head backstage for a bit, so it was less taxing and also showed there was a better flow of things.

Usually that would have been the end of it, but it was decided on one more run through. Yugyeom had been singing the other two times so to preserve his voice they just let the track play and he lip synced the lyrics. During that practice he found his flow in a way that wasn’t present before and interacted with the dancers more. Hana effortlessly played off that and more often than before they ended up close together dancing in a way that wasn’t so scandalous that they looked like they were five seconds from fucking, but enough to fit the vibe and the sexiness of some of the songs.

With the last song, Hana found they stared into each other’s eyes more than they had most of the day and so it took a moment to snap out of it and walk away once the music stopped. They managed to do so and keep to themselves as they listened to the tour manager again. Everyone was happy with the practice so it ended and though Hana knew most of them liked to leave quickly the speed in which everyone got out of there was next level.

In about two minutes only she and Yugyeom were left, and he was at the door with his hand held out to her. Again, the urge to be petty arose in her, but she’d gone a long time without any physical touch from him that wasn’t dance related and she craved it. So, after she grabbed her bag, she walked forward and laced her fingers in his.

Neither spoke as he led them out of the studio and to the car that he’d hired to drive them around. As they sat in silence, they continued to hold hands and didn’t stop until Yugyeom motioned her into the restaurant they’d planned to go to for dinner. The host led them to a private room and to Hana’s surprise JayB and Youngjae were already there. Both men were often late to dinners.

“Did you even shower?” Youngjae asked as he got up to hug them.

Hana rolled her eyes. “No time.”

“At least she’s not as stinky as him,” Jaebeom said as they switched, and he hugged her.

“Hyung,” Yugyeom whined.

That got a laugh out of everyone and that meant a pouting Yugyeom as they took their seats. A server appeared the moment their butts touched down and they ordered and awaited the drinks.

“So how did it go?” Jaebeom asked.

“It went well. Most of it was already ready, so from here on out it’s just correcting any problems and making sure that we’re one hundred percent happy with how the set list flows,” Yugyeom said.

“That’s good. I know it can be nerve wrecking to do the first solo show, plus it’s in person. Making sure it’s just right means you’ll do great,” Jaebeom said.

“I hope so.”

“Ah, our baby is nervous,” Youngjae teased.

More pouting ensued as they all laughed and Jaebeom reached over to pinch his cheek, earning a light slap to the hand which only made them laugh harder.

It took a few minutes before they settled and their drinks arrived in that time. In the restaurant they went to drinks were fast, but food was slow because they prided themselves in being made to order so most of the food was unprepped.

“Speaking of preparing, how is all the tour stuff going with the different artists, Hana?” Youngjae asked.

Something about the question excited her, but also felt heavy. As if she was beyond tired.

“Good. I thank the heavens that most have been doing online concerts and don’t have a lot of new music coming before tour. It makes it so that we’re mostly just going over things and learning a handful of new choreo. Most pick it up fast, but some of the rookies are so new to it that their nerves are making it harder for them to keep up. But I enjoy being able to help them through it.”

Jaebeom nodded. “I don’t know how you do it. Dance has been in my life a long time and b-boying could take a lot out of you, so I can’t imagine doing it as much as you do. Hell, as much as either of you do. And Gyeomie finds time to do it for fun.”

Hana glanced at Yugyeom, who’d gotten quiet, before saying anything.

“Yeah, it can be a lot, but you get used to it.”

“I just hope you’re taking care of yourself.”

Before Jaebeom finished his sentence Yugyeom scoffed, but Hana ignored it.

“I’m doing my best,” she said.

Another noise was heard but it was softer than the last in a way that Hana almost missed it. What she didn’t miss was the way that Yugyeom rolled his eyes.

If it was anyone else besides his members in that room she would have been embarrassed, but they knew how he could get and saw both of them at their worst. There was nothing they would judge them for or at least all judgment would come from a place of friendship and not rudeness.

Regardless of that it annoyed her, and she wanted to ask him about it, but instead took a deep breath and a sip of her drink.

Seconds ticked by in silence before Youngjae broke the tension or tried to break it, because it didn’t let up even a little.

“So, you ready to go on tour with him? I know you haven’t done one in a few years, and you said you miss it.”

Anger gave way to discomfort then, and Hana paused for way too long.

“Uh… yeah. Some things have come up and so I might not get the chance to do it. But I am looking forward to it.”

“You might not go?” Yugyeom asked, shock and anger coloring his words.

“Yeah, I was going to tell you…”

“When?”

“After dinner. I thought we could talk then.”

Yugyeom’s face was stoic, and it was clear he fought to keep it and not allow anything else to color his expression as he looked at her. For several seconds all he did was stare, before he turned his head to look across the table.

“Hyungs,” he said, voice shaky.

Neither of them said anything, just nodded and got up. As they exited Hana heard Jaebeom mention sitting at the bar to give them a moment to themselves, but she was more focused on Yugyeom who’d risen from his seat and began to pace the room.

“Yugyeom,” she said softly.

Hearing his name didn’t stop his pacing or even get him to look in her direction.

“Yugyeom.”

Again nothing.

“Kim Yugyeom.”

That time there was a bit of anger in her voice, and she didn’t know if that did the trick or the use of his full name, but he finally stopped pacing and turned to her. She watched as he visibly took a deep breath and then leaned against the wall behind him.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” he asked.

Hana sighed. “I kn…”

“That was rhetorical. You know how worried I’ve been. You’ve had me checking in on you over the phone. Bringing you food and getting you to take moments to rest. You’ve seen my hold back because I know how you work, and I know it can be intense. I know that you do things a certain way and while it may seem like too much to be doing to me that you view it a different way. I know this industry is iffy and you committing to working mostly for this country’s industry is a lot because of the extra bs that comes with you not being Korean. I let shit slide because of those things. I put aside my worries because of those things, because I’m trying to be understanding. But there are limits.

“You push and push until you push me away. You’ve barely spoken to me for more than an hour in total over the last month. I have to work harder than one should to get proof you’re okay. To make sure that you’re eating and drinking. To ensure that you’re getting the rest that you need. And you don’t give a fuck.”

Throughout his speech Hana felt guilt creep in, but something about that last sentence shoved it down.

“I don’t care? How are you going to sit here and tell me that I don’t care? As if I haven’t been doing my best to keep in contact and as if I don’t always thank you for the things you do to take care of me. I’ve been busy, Yugyeom. You know how much comes up during these months and how much busier I get as tour dates get closer.”

“Fuck that busy shit!” he shouted.

That brought them to a standstill. Not because Hana felt threatened or anything, they cussed all the time so it slipping into an angry conversation didn’t faze her. But the way he raised his voice surprised her a little. It wasn’t scary, but it wasn’t like him to yell even though it had been softer than most people’s.

“Baby…” she trailed off.

Yugyeom’s face shifted from anger to a deep set frown and gentle eyes that told her he was tired and worried. Much more than he was letting on.

“I just… I want to take care of you, and I want you to take care of yourself. I get that you work hard, but you can work hard and also relax. Take moments to breathe. Have some sort of fun. You get into this work mode where it’s like you can’t seem to do anything else, even when there isn’t much else to do. And I get it, baby I do, but there has to be a line.

“And I’m selfish. Outside of you being healthy I miss you. I’ve barely seen you for a month and it’s not like we haven’t crossed paths. I miss being able to spend time with you. Making up dances in the studio just because it’s fun, taking small trips for a day or two, you yelling at me because you hate the way that I cook, and just falling asleep by your side. I haven’t held you in forever.”

As he spoke Hana rose from her seat and moved over to Yugyeom, wrapping her arms around his waist before she pulled him close. She knew she’d not been thinking about herself much and just going with the fact that she felt fine as an indicator on if she needed a break. It worked for her, but it was a dangerous way to live and despite how much she hated to realize it, lack of eating alone was enough for her to know she wasn’t as well as she thought.

That coupled with the neglect of her relationship was a reality check of epic proportions. She’d expected Yugyeom to just go with her schedule without throwing him a bone in terms of even a little affection. Plus, there was the depriving of her own touch and time needs. All of it showed her that she’d been a mess masquerading as someone with their shit together for weeks.

“I know and I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in it all and forgot myself. But even so, I shouldn’t have forgotten your needs. Forgotten that I would have to put in the effort to fix things when I finally came down to reality and not just expected you to be understanding or that I could explain it away. You deserve better than that and I’m sorry I was giving you less than.”

Yugyeom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. His body relaxed and so did hers. Not everything was solved, and it was something they would need time to get over, but Hana knew it was the start of a good thing and that she would do better.

After a few moments Yugyeom moved away a bit and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. It was gentle and came with a spark that made it feel like the first time. A testament to how long she’d been in self-imposed exile of his touch.

As he pulled away from her, she made the mental note to overhaul her planner to work better for herself and her relationship.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

Yet another pout took form and as his lips parted to argue the boys reentered the room with the server right behind them.

“Sorry,” Youngjae said.

Hana waved them off. “You’re fine. We’re good.”

“Really?” Jaebeom asked.

“Yes.”

A squeeze of the hand was all she needed to be sure of it.

They enjoyed the meal without the heavy weight of tension in the room and despite how she needed to get across town the next morning Hana went with Yugyeom to his apartment without argument. She said she would do better and that needed to be immediate.

Plus, when she woke up a little later than she’d planned she couldn’t be mad, because being wrapped in his arms was the best night sleep she’d gotten in a while. She planned for it to be a repeat performance for at least a week straight.

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elusivecagedmockingbird · 1 year ago

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Orbiting: pt.4°

: pt.1° | pt.2° - pt.2,5° | pt.3°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [3.9k smut, angst. There's swearing; bitch-calling (non-sexual); this is purely fiction, please practice safe sex!; tons of dialogues. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, but tbh, I kinda struggled to steer the plot.

Also! Happy Hobi Day! Please give Be My Mistake some love, too! (if u want)

"Isn't that your girl, cozying up to Park?"

The first thing Jungkook sees is you—back on the rink, just where you belong. He's never seen someone as graceful as you glide. You always look beautiful like this, he thinks. The apples of your cheeks are rounded and rosy from the cold, and the corners of your eyes wrinkle as you laugh.

You always reverted to the nine-year-old you when you were left free to skate—so carefree and unafraid. There were moments like now when he could watch you move smoothly on the ice and soar in the air forever. Days like today are what he will always be thankful for, and he hopes you get to have forever. No longer does he want to see you put yourself through so much pain and endure it for the sake of being the best in your sport. While Jungkook knows all too well that you need to put in the hard work to get a step forward toward your dream of being professionals in your own field, he also knew when too much was too much. In all those days where you suffered, Jungkook did, too. So, he vowed to never forget that there's a version of you who knew how to revel and not overthink every move she made on the ice. And it is his duty to always remind you of her.

Your squeal broke him out of his trance. And Jungkook would have felt the strain in his muscle when he whipped his head, turning to look through the glass, past the bleachers, if the sight hadn't irked him. Jealousy stirred as he spots Jimin's arms on your waist and the other outstretched to hold yours. He knows it's nothing malicious. You've been practicing that stance with him for years when you were kids, thanks to his mom. But something about seeing Jimin with you and the fact that you've defended the guy when Jungkook blamed him for your sprained leg AND even managed to gush about how graceful he skates left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Plus, not to be bitter and petty, but Jungkook thinks he skates well—better even. And yet you've never complimented him.

"Not my girl," Jungkook murmurs under his breath. "And it's a routine. Not exactly cozying up." He scoffs and takes his stick from Yugyeom a little too aggressively, causing his friend-slash-teammate to chuckle.

"You seem to know a lot about routines," Jackson cuts in. "But then again, why wouldn’t you, Jungkook?" The lilt in the older man's voice as he said Jungkook's name wasn't unnoticed, but Jungkook didn't have enough patience and attention to spare to even humor the guy. He also knew whatever Jackson had to say would be anything but a friendly banter.

Jungkook only acknowledges the man with a side-eye and raised brow as he tapes his hockey stick.

Unfortunately, Jackson refuses to shut his mouth; the man is clearly on a mission to get a reaction from Jungkook.

The rest of the hockey team starts to come out of the locker rooms, clumping to the bleachers. With the gathering crowd, Jackson raises his voice, demanding attention and an audience. "You know, there's this move figure skaters do where they spin and spin and spin, circling around their partner." With his head tilted and standing in front of Jungkook, he gives him a haughty glare.

And still, Jungkook’s attention remains on you. You’re only just occupying your side of the rink—the opposite side where his team is gathered at. Whatever you hear on your end should be incoherent. You don't need to hear the bullshit coming out of his teammate's mouth, he thinks.

"What was it she preferred to call it again?" Jackson pretends to wait for Jungkook to answer. Yugyeom, on the other hand, looked apologetic. What started out as playful teasing turned into a way for Jackson to provoke their team captain, and everyone knew how Jackson loved to rile Jungkook. While everyone thought it was because the older man lost the title to someone younger, that was only partly the reason.

"Ah, right," Jackson walks closer to Jungkook. He claps Jungkook's shoulder before gripping tightly into it. "Orbiting,” Jackson grins. He’s taunting, hooking Jungkook, demanding his full attention. “Y/N does it well, but you clearly do it the best,” he mocks. “It’s comical watching you run in circles around the bitch for years.” His sly smile turns to pointed chuckles as he feels Jungkook tense under his grip.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Closing in on Jungkook's ear, Jackson whispers, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure she does it intentionally, especially to guys she dances with. I bet Park's gonna be her new boy toy now, huh?"

Jungkook was never a violent man. Even on the ice, in a game, he never started brawls. The one time he got tangled in a fight, he couldn’t stand the disappointed glare you gave him. It hurt more than the 13 stitches on his head and scarier than his mom’s scolding.

And yet, Jungkook throws the first punch straight to Jackson’s jaw.

Jungkook can take a joke and can easily shake off empty trash talk and name-calling from his team. In fact, he lets them make jokes about him about his blatant simping for you because it’s true, and anything untrue, he doesn’t see the point in entertaining it. But he draws the line when the jabs are at the expense of the people he loves.

In a matter of seconds, Jackson returns the punch, and a full brawl breaks out.

On the opposite end, you and Jimin match your stride as a pair—being aware of each other’s movement and syncing your limbs to move as one; oblivious to the growing chaos.

You’re in the middle of a Lutz when the commotion steals your focus. You wobble on your landing and Jimin’s quick to hold you from falling. You turn towards the racket and see a mass of bulky men shouting.

It’s Jungkook’s team.

You skate closer to the chaos, and it’s not until you see a pressed back on the glass, the number 97 jersey bold and taut on their back, that you speed skate. Behind you, Jimin calls your name and follows.

You see Yugyeom restrain Jackson, and the other guys are holding back Jungkook. A flurry of curse words flies out of Jackson’s mouth. Entering the box, your eyes are drawn to Jungkook. You can already see his busted lip and sore knuckles. You call his name, and he looks up, jaws locked and tense. It takes a moment for his clenched knuckles to relax. He stands up and shrugs off the arms holding him.

Yet again, Jackson cuts in, “You guys are quite a pair, huh?” he laughs, humorless.

“Man, shut the fuck up,” Yugyeom struggles but eventually manages to drag Jackson away from the group. Sensing that Jungkook won't follow and lunge at Jackson, the rest of the guys disperse. All that’s left gathered on the bleachers is you and Jungkook.

And Jimin.

Your new partner’s existence annoys Jungkook. Your doe-eyed friend wonders if Jimin knows he doesn’t have to stand so close beside you. He watches with eagle eyes as Jimin hands out your skate guards. You teeter sideways as you clasp the rubber on your skates, and Jungkook hates the sight in front of him—you’re holding on to Jimin for support, and his arm is on your waist to keep you steady.

Fueled by jealousy and adrenaline, Jungkook walks towards you just in time to catch your arm away from Jimin’s body as you switch to putting on the other rubber guard on your skates.

You feel smushed as you stand sandwiched between two guys. Feeling claustrophobic, you push Jungkook by his chest to look at his injuries. “Your lips are bleeding,” your tone colder than ice, a contrast to your warm hands inspecting the blooming bruises on his face. “It’s nothing,” Jungkook murmurs, his head turning sideways, away from you.

You tsk at his stubbornness and press your thumb on his split lip, earning a pained hiss. “We have to clean this so it doesn’t scar.” Before Jungkook can protest and put on his macho bravado, you turn to Jimin. “Can we take a rain check on lunch?” your voice barely above a whisper. But Jungkook’s not only stubborn, he’s nosey, too—masking how hard he strains to listen to your conversation with an unbothered face.

There's an exchange of whispers, then Jimin looks at him, then back at you. He smiles and nods at you. “I'll see you later, then.” His hands connect with your arm for a comforting squeeze before leaving.

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Where are we going?” Jungkook follows you as you drag him by his arm along the corridors. “The clinic’s closed on weekends,” he points out, but the only response he gets is a huff.

You’re a bit eerily quiet. Calm, even. He fears what follows, so he thinks of a way to pacify you.

“Well. Lucky for you, Jeon, I have the keys.” You dangle the set of keys on your fingers. “Your mom gave them to me before she left.”

You unlock the clinic and usher Jungkook in the compact space. “I seem to always end up hurt when I practice and it’s not like your mom has her eyes on me all the time, so she lends me the key to the clinic.” You push Jungkook to the foamed table. “Sit.”

Jungkook follows suit, still mum, still thinking. He knows he's on wafer-thin ice with you, but even so, he can't help but love the attention you’re giving him and the fact that you’re away from Jimin.

The image of you and Park on the rink is still vivid in his memory, stirring the tinge of jealousy that resides inside him. So, as you rummage through the cabinets, Jungkook pulls you close to him. “C’mere,” he whispers.

“Hold on, I have to find something for your lip.” Your body extends in the small space. Your arms are outstretched while you rummage through the cabinet for bandages and antiseptic cream, and your lower half is awkwardly bent, thighs wedged between Jungkook’s, and his hands support your hips.

“Forget the cream. I know a better way to have this healed quickly.” His arms engulf your waist and pull you completely to him. You turn to tell him off, but before words can leave your mouth, Jungkook slots his lips to yours.

Before things could escalate, you begrudgingly pull away. “Nuh-uh. You think you’re so sly, huh?” You pinch his chin. “I still need to interrogate you on what exactly happened with Jackson back there.”

Jungkook deflates. “You know Jackson. He was spouting nonsense, and I guess he just got on my nerves.”

Curiosity peaked, you push Jungkook to tell you more. “What nonsense?” Your willful streak shows in your furrowed eyebrows. On most days, he loves it, but on a day like today, he wishes you knew when to get the hint and just drop it.

Jungkook groans. “I’m just really having one of those days, Y/N.” Arms still wrapped around your waist, he leans forward to rest his head on your chest. Instinctively, you run your fingers through his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Your best friend moans, and for the first time since you pulled him away from the bleachers, you let out a smile.

“Make me feel better,” he breathes. His face now burrowing into your breasts, and his fluffy hair tickles you.

“Gguk,” you giggle. “We’re in the clinic, and I'm pretty sure there are people nearby.” You softly pull at his hair to remove his head between your tits, but he just moans.

Oh.

“Don’t care, baby. Just focus on me,” he proposes with a kiss on your neck and his hands make soothing work on your back. When the only response he gets from you is a satisfied hum, he sits up further on the table. He lowers his hand, tapping your ass before he pulls you by the backs of your knees so you straddle his thighs on the table.

“Fuck, I love it when you wear skirts.” Jungkook’s hand disappears inside your clothes, palms once again making contact with your ass before he claws at your tights. “This I hate, though. Fuck.” he grumbles at the sheer garment.

“Oh, that's a shame," you pout. "I actually thought you'd love it. It’s crotchless," the last sentence coming out in a whisper. Cue another curse from his mouth. You momentarily pull away to get off the table and shed your safety shorts. “Need those off, Jeon," you command with a shoot of your brow towards his pants. “Wanna feel you. Don’t you want to feel me?”

You're a fucking tease, and Jungkook loves it.

You watch him struggle to unlatch his belt clasp—he’s roughly pulling at his padded pants and while you want to help, you decide to enjoy the sight before you as his thick thighs come into view. You climb back on top of Jungkook, his eyes following your movement until you plop your ass to his growing bulge.

Jungkook flips the front of your skirt and goes breathless at the sight. “You’re a fucking minx, you know that?”

“Only for you.” Hands gripping his shoulders as an anchor, you drag your wet pussy to his bulge, and you both moan. “Wore this for you," you pant. "I knew you were practicing today and thought you'd need a cooldown after." You’re full-on humping him, drawing pleasured gasps from the man below you.

“Well, fuck me,” Jungkook throws his head back, eyes up on the ceiling and he thanks his lucky stars for you. You pull at his tight underwear, and his hard cock springs free—swollen red and leaking. Your mouth waters at the sight, and your pussy clenches at nothing.

“Please, Jungkook,” you plead. You’re beyond turned on. Your arousal mixes with Jungkook’s precum, and you can smell the sex permeating the air. It drives you feral. You spit at his cock before stroking it.

Jungkook revels in your neediness. This is what he wants—for you to need him, want him. And someday, he hopes it goes beyond sex. His arms pull your waist closer as you sink down on his cock in one drop.

“Shit, Y/N, you okay, baby?”

You respond with a breathy yes as you start bouncing on his dick. Your focus is directed on chasing your high and, at the same time, making sure Jungkook feels the same intensity of desire and pleasure you feel. With a roll of your hips, you clench around his shaft. He claws at your arched back as he sucks your tits with playful nips. Each sting heightens your arousal.

You play around with the angle of your hips and attune to Jungkook's reaction. But you struggle and near complete submission with each bite to your breast, every kiss to your lips, and slide to your folds. Once again, you’re rendered pliant and submissive on top of Jungkook.

Feeling you slow down, Jungkook taps your burning thighs. “On your back, baby,” he rasps. You shake your head but move to get on all fours—you raise your hips, shuffling to snuggle his cock in your ass and stretch your back. And to top it off, you clasp your hands on your back, giving him something to hold as he pounds into you.

Behind you, Jungkook is gobsmacked. What are you doing to him?

Presenting yourself for his use, Jungkook doesn't hesitate to hold your behaved hands with one grip, and his other hand guides his dick to smear your slick from your folds to your ass. He preens at the noises you make.

"Please," you drool. "Please what? Tell me what you want, baby," his voice matches the slow and soft movement of his tip on your folds.

With one last teasing push of his tip to your puffy clit, he completely bottoms out and holds.

“How’s that for feeling me, baby?” His lips ghost the shell of your ear, and it tickles you just right. You clench around him and reclaim one of your restrained hands between your now folded bodies to draw circles on your clit. You hear Jungkook chuckle before leaving a quick peck on your cheek. As he straightens up to pull out his dick, he reaches to swat your naughty hand on your clit and replaces it with his.

And it feels better.

His fingers play with your nub and continue to plunge in and out of you. The sound that echoes around the tiny room is pure filth—guttural groans and whiny moans harmonize.

“Baby, cum for me,” Jungkook hastens his rhythmic thrusting, and with a soft flick to your clit, you come undone. His movements quicken and cum-soaked hands travel upwards to your body to fondle your tits like it's his personal stress ball.

“Shit Jungkook. Feels good," you blabber. You love how you can feel his weight on top of you; the pressure makes his pounding harder and deeper and it overrides your oversensitivity. The pleasure is too good, too strong. With a bite to your shoulder to muffle himself, you cum with him.

“Don’t forget your shorts. Can’t have you skating with Park wearing just that."

"Right," you giggle and put on your shorts. "Can't be traumatizing my partner this soon."

"Good girl." Jungkook pats your ass.

"Hey," your hands pull Jungkook before he can leave. "What really happened back there?"

"Y/N, I told you it was nothing."

"Nothing? Jungkook, had the fight been longer, you could've been dismissed from the upcoming game."

"Well, we're fine. Plus, Jackson's not going to do anything or tell the coach. It's both our asses on the line."

"That doesn't mean you can go around throwing punches now. What if—"

Throwing his head back, Jungkook lets out a bitter laugh, cutting you off. As he returns to face you, he sees the focused glare on your eyes—lids sharp and brows knitted. You're annoyed.

But so is he.

“You really wanna know? Fine. Jackson called me out. He said it was fucking comical how I wait around you like a lovesick puppy. It's actually a fucking running joke in our team that when you call, I come running." Words and feelings overflowed out of Jungkook's mouth, but he was not close to being done. "And as much as I hate to admit it, it’s actually true, and someone like him throwing that to my face just struck a nerve. He deserved the punch for running his mouth and calling you a bitch, too. Y/N, if you've heard the names he's called you, comments he made—"

"I don't care about that, Jungkook," you interrupt. One moment, you're in bliss, and now you've been hit with an accusation. "I don't care if he calls me a bitch or paints me however he wants. It's you I care about. I worry that one day, he manages to push you to your breaking point, and you do something that kicks you off the team." You feel like a bubble filled with emotions burst inside you, leaving you conflicted with what you feel. You're angry at Jackson, but also, if you think Jungkook is saying what he is saying, then half of you blooms in hope, but the other wilts at the revelation that he said it like he resents what he's feeling.

“So, do you resent me? For, I don't know, calling you? Wanting to be with you? Being friends with you?" The last question left your lips in a murmur. You've ranked low in competitions before, but you've never looked as defeated as you do now. To make it worse, you stand pathetic in front of Jungkook.

“I’m not saying that," Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose. "I’ve been in love with you, Y/N,” he can’t believe he’s saying it out loud.

Jungkook imagined his confession to be far from this wreckage. This moment was the polar opposite of how he wanted it to go, but the words flurry out of his mouth before he could think of them. “I love you, but you’re always too hung up on every new guy that comes along to even see me…” he swallows the sob rising in his throat. “Sometimes I wonder if you keep me as a placeholder until a new guy comes.”

“A placeholder?” You're horrified. Jungkook's breaking your heart, and the thought that you apparently broke his shatters the pieces further.

“Aren’t I? When Jackson joined our team, all he had to do was wink and throw a cheesy line at you, and you’re all about him. And now Jimin—”

“Jimin?” Now, you're confused.

“Yes, Jimin. All he had to do was skate with you, and suddenly, I’m on the backburner.”

“Jungkook, where is this coming from? You’re making me out as someone who’s never been a friend to you.”

“Oh, you’ve been a friend, alright. But you can’t deny you’ve strung me up all along. Sometimes I wonder if you knew how I feel and you—”

“Stop," you plead. "Oh god, Jungkook, stop talking, please.” The tears you were holding back now freefall to your cheeks. “All this time, this is how you felt. You have been resenting me—"

"That's not what I'm saying! Do you not understand me?" Jungkook grows frustrated.

“No, I understand, Jungkook. Perfectly. I understand I’ve been selfish, teetering between wanting to keep you close to me and keeping you at a distance to protect myself." You don't want to invalidate his feelings, but he also needs to know where you're at. Thousands of thoughts are drowning you, and you're nowhere close to navigating your feelings; you're still conflicted and lost. But most of all, afraid. Will you lose Jungkook now? It frightens you that one wrong decision could crash your friendship beyond fixable. "But Jungkook, I’ve never seen you as someone I can set aside for anyone else because you’ve always been the first person I look for and reach out to. Even when I always thought you were so close yet so far to me, but still I—"

A knock pops the bubble you’re in. Rushing to wipe your cheeks dry, the door swings open to a clueless and shocked Jimin, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Shit, sorry," Jimin fidgets between wanting to close the door and leave but decides he'd rather not get in trouble, so with eyes on the floor, he calls for you.

"Coach is going ballistic looking for you, Y/N. And him, too. I mean, their coach is looking for him. He heard of the fight.”

More worry rushes to you. You try hard to stay afloat and level-headed, but you're sinking and sinking. “Right,” you clear your throat. “We were just cleaning up. We’re done here anyway.”

Once again, you feel claustrophobic. You need to leave. You don't trust yourself to make any decision in the state you're in. The last time you made a decision from what you were feeling, you made a selfish proposal to Jungkook. And look where that's gotten you now. You can't think, so you rush to leave the room, folding your arms before Jungkook can grab your wrist.

“Wait, Y/N—”

You linger briefly at the door, just enough so he can catch the defeated words that you speak, “We’re done, Jungkook.”

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catboy-jaebeom · 1 year ago

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this shapeshifting vessel is a lie

it's been a year already since my last pinned, and I got shadowbanned exactly around that time back then because of course I did, so here's a new one 🩷

I'm Autumn, but you can call me Faon as well. my pronouns are they/ them. ticked all the boxes on the queer registration form, and I'm currently in a queerplatonic poly relationship. I was born in '95. central european & white. future linguistics student. proud plant parent. kpop fan. I really adore vampires and I write original and fan fiction, as well as poetry. I speak english and german, and I'm studying french, japanese, korean and finnish. lover of bats, snakes, horsies, deer and cats, as well as sharks. I sometimes make cat ear edits and vampire edits of idols and actors ( see: my icon ) so if you want me to make one for you, you can DM me.

my interests and hyperfixations change over time — yes, it was a phase, mum! name a constant state of being, mum! — and I change my username every two years, round about. currently I'm really into the quantum leap spin-off, live action one piece show, and I'm watching a couple of kdramas and such at the side. I play baldur's gate 3, vampyr and control, but also 2064: read only memories.

I was very active in the shadowhunters and the dragon age as well as the james bond / 00q fandoms, and I will reblog every single gif of spirit - stallion of the cimarron, it's my childhood movie. also, Jin Oshiro from STRAY (2019) deserved better, thank you. you may know me as leafmiilk, taehdenveri, fliederfuchs or thetevinterelf.

this blog of mine was created in 2012, I was on here already when you could still count on the superwholock people to throw gifs at posts although I was never one of them, which, trust me, was a hilarious feeling in hindsight asjfjahajft. I have one sideblog worthy of note @splittergheist which is my writing blog, and I have a secret sideblog for my omegaverse / miscecanis stuff ( much more the lifestyle, world building and concept than the smut and stuff, I'll be honest, but no hate at all!! ) that I might give out if someone asks nicely and privately.

that said, I tag my posts extensively, and if you ask politely, I will try and tag specific things for you too! please be nice in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask and block you. 🦈 oftentimes I will message you privately when you've sent me an ask that doesn't seem to be an ask game or such! and while I do post stuff for tag games I'm not a fan of tagging others unless we're, like, really close, sorry ><

relevant kpop stuff can be found under the tag. I also put some "reviews" written by mutuals about my blog there, thank you everyone, you're lovely 💚🌼

and thank you everyone else for reading this, may your days be bright I think we all could need that at the moment. I would super love new people to talk to ( please have your age / some approximate of it in your bio; I'm totally fine with talking to minors but I would like to know I am before I do, thank u ) so message me or reply to this!

kpop stuff

ult group: GOT7

other groups I like: NCT 127, WayV, Red Velvet, ITZY, Seventeen, SHINee, ONEUS; ...

soloists I like: XIA / Kim Junsu, Taemin

biases: Lim Jaebeom & Choi Youngjae; Nakamoto Yuta; Xiaojun; Kang Seulgi; Hwang Yeji; Joshua Hong & Lee Seokmin; Choi Minho & Taemin; Kim Leedo & Lee Seoho; Park Seonghwa & Jeong Yunho; Kanemoto Yoshi; ...

wreckers: Mark Tuan & Kim Yugyeom; Ten Lee; Kim Mingyu & Lee Woozi; Kang Yeosang & Song Mingi; ...

for as long as xitter still lives, you can find my kpop account under: jaebueomgi

blog reviews

@meant-to-be-a-hero wrote on 22nd November:

Shall I compare Autumn's blog to a summer's day? I shall not, because I am not a hack. Equal parts language jokes, kpop boys (and girls, but I don't look at those) and #bitter millennial blogging, there's something for everyone here at Autumn's blog. They are also one of the few people who still write funky things in the tags, a true dying breed on Tumblr. I feel like I'm reviewing a restaurant or something. Either way, click follow, thank me later, because you will. It's a good blog, Bront.

— ★★★★★(★★) [ 7 out of 5 ]

@klutenpetter wrote on 22nd November:

It seems I have misplaced the URL of the blog in question that I was supposed to review.

— ★★★★★ [ 5 out of 5 ]

#itzy #got7 #nct 127 #red velvet #xia #vampires #langblr #quantum leap 2022 #baldur's gate 3 #wayv #shinee #cbjb does stuff #stray 2019

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problematicseries · 22 days ago

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PROBLEMATIC SEASON 5

18+ content, minors dni

/!\ MAJOR SMUT, +18 CONTENT /!\

NOTE : this is all for fun, please keep in mind that no hate is sent to any of the people mentioned, THIS IS A FANFIC FOR FUN 🩷

All of the people mentioned in the fanfic are adults and fictional, names are used for a face and don’t represent anybody.

FR FANFIC

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Episode 5 : Steam

« T’es complètement taré, » lâche Jeemin en secouant la tête, ses longs cheveux suivant le mouvement avec une précision presque dramatique. Son ton est un mélange de colère et d’incrédulité.

Junghwan, assis à côté d’elle dans le taxi, garde son regard fixé sur la fenêtre, observant distraitement les lumières floues de la ville défiler à toute vitesse.

« Qu’est-ce qui t’est passé par la tête ? » insiste-t-elle, ses yeux brûlant d’un agacement évident.

Il met un instant à répondre, comme s’il pesait ses mots, puis finit par dire d’une voix plus calme que ce qu’elle aurait imaginé :

« Il a sorti un couteau, Jeemin. J’ai eu peur qu’il la blesse, elle… ou moi. Je devais le calmer. »

Jeemin le fusille du regard. « En lui fracassant une barre en métal derrière la tête ? » Son ton est acide, son mépris palpable.

Junghwan ne répond pas. Il reste là, impassible, le regard fuyant, le visage marqué par une tension qu’il essaie de cacher.

Le silence s’installe dans le taxi. Seul le bruit du moteur et des klaxons lointains viennent troubler l’atmosphère pesante entre eux.

« Anyway, » répond Jeemin en soufflant, passant une main dans ses cheveux pour les remettre en place avec cette nonchalance élégante qui lui est propre.

Le silence retombe un instant dans le taxi, seulement troublé par le vrombissement du moteur et les bruits de la ville qui ne dort jamais.

Iroha, assise entre eux, hésite un moment avant d’attraper doucement la main de Jeemin sur la banquette.

Jeemin baisse les yeux vers leur contact, une lueur d’interrogation traversant son regard alors qu’elle tourne la tête vers Iroha. « Qu’est-ce qui se passe ? » demande-t-elle, intriguée.

Iroha lui offre un petit sourire, son regard fatigué mais sincère. « Merci d’avoir été là ce soir. Ça m’a fait du bien. »

Le visage de Jeemin s’adoucit instantanément. Elle ferme brièvement les yeux, un sourire en coin se dessinant sur ses lèvres. « Avec plaisir, Iroha. Toujours avec plaisir. »

Le taxi continue sa route, emportant avec lui ce moment de complicité inattendue au cœur de la nuit de Los Angeles.

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Centre médical de Los Angeles : 01:27

Alors que tu attends impatiemment, ton talon aiguille claquant nerveusement contre le sol carrelé du centre médical, ton regard oscille entre l’horloge murale et la porte des urgences. Chaque minute qui passe semble s’étirer à l’infini, ton cœur battant plus fort à chaque fois qu’une silhouette en blouse blanche traverse le couloir.

Soudain, un homme s’approche de toi, son badge indiquant qu’il fait partie du personnel médical. Son regard se pose sur toi avec une certaine gravité.

« Vous êtes là pour Intak ? » demande-t-il d’une voix posée.

Ton souffle se coupe un instant. Tu hoches la tête rapidement, priant intérieurement pour entendre quelque chose de rassurant.

En relevant les yeux, tu aperçois un jeune homme vêtu d’une blouse médicale, sa silhouette grande et sculptée se découpant sous la lumière blafarde du centre hospitalier. Deux mèches encadrent son visage aux traits affûtés, et malgré l’uniforme sobre qu’il porte, son charisme hors du commun transperce l’atmosphère lourde de la salle d’attente.

Son regard sombre et professionnel se pose sur toi avec une intensité maîtrisée, et il s’avance avec assurance avant de s’arrêter juste devant toi. D’une voix calme mais ferme, il annonce :

« Vous allez bien ? »

Tu baisses les yeux vers son badge accroché à sa blouse immaculée. Yugyeom. Un nom simple, mais qui résonne étrangement dans ta tête à cet instant.

Relevant les yeux vers lui, tu hoches la tête avant de demander, la voix légèrement tremblante :

— Oui, merci… Intak va bien ?

Le médecin garde son expression neutre, son regard professionnel ne trahissant aucune émotion superflue.

— Il va passer la nuit ici, et probablement la journée de demain.

Il marque une pause, observant discrètement ton état fatigué.

- Vous devriez rentrer chez vous. Vous souhaitez qu’on vous appelle un taxi ?

L’offre est raisonnable, mais une hésitation te traverse. Quitter l’hôpital, laisser Intak ici, après tout ce qu’il s’est passé…

— Non merci, ça va al—

Avant même que tu ne puisses terminer ta phrase, un vertige violent te prend. Tes jambes flanchent sous ton propre poids, et avant que tu ne comprennes ce qui t’arrive, tu te sens basculer en avant.

Dans un réflexe rapide, Yugyeom tend les bras et te réceptionne fermement. Ton corps heurte le sien, ton visage venant s’écraser contre ses pectoraux solides, à travers le tissu de sa blouse. Son parfum discret, une odeur mêlée de propre et d’une légère touche musquée, t’enveloppe soudainement.

Il baisse les yeux vers toi, un sourire en coin se dessinant sur ses lèvres.

— On va vous appeler un taxi, mademoiselle.

Tu inspires profondément, essayant de retrouver tes esprits, avant de poser une main sur ton front.

— Très bien… souffles-tu, légèrement déconcertée par la situation.

Yugyeom se racle la gorge avant d’interpeller quelqu’un d’une voix assurée :

— Soob ? Contacte un taxi pour la demoiselle ici.

Un jeune homme s’approche alors de toi. Il a un visage doux, des traits agréables et une posture décontractée. En sortant son téléphone, il te demande :

— Je vais avoir besoin de vos coordonnées, juste pour les transmettre au taxi.

Tu lui donnes les informations nécessaires pendant qu’il pianote sur son écran. Puis, en relevant les yeux vers toi, il fronce légèrement les sourcils avant de demander :

— On s’est déjà vus quelque part ?

Tu hausses un sourcil, légèrement surprise.

— Non, je ne crois pas.

Il sourit en coin, réfléchissant à voix haute.

— Il me semble pourtant t’avoir déjà aperçue à la fac.

— Probablement, réponds-tu en détournant légèrement le regard, peu encline à faire la conversation en cet instant.

Avant que Soobin ne puisse ajouter quoi que ce soit, Yugyeom revient vers lui, l’air sérieux.

— Tu as bientôt terminé ? Ils ont besoin de toi au bloc A8.

Le sourire de Soobin s’efface légèrement. Il baisse les yeux un instant, avant de se racler la gorge et de revenir à toi.

— Vous pouvez patienter ici ou à l’extérieur si vous avez besoin de prendre l’air, dit-il d’un ton plus professionnel.

— Je vais attendre dehors, merci.

Soobin te regarde avec douceur et incline légèrement la tête.

— Passez une bonne soirée.

Avant que tu ne puisses répondre, Yugyeom souffle en levant les yeux au ciel.

— Oui allez, retourne au bloc, Soob.

Soobin esquisse un léger sourire avant de s’éloigner.

Yugyeom, lui, reste près de toi, observant ton visage avec attention.

— Ça va aller, mademoiselle ? demande-t-il d’une voix plus posée.

Tu acquiesces en silence, rezippe la veste d’Intak autour de toi pour te protéger du froid, et prends une grande inspiration.

— Oui, oui.

Yugyeom te fixe un instant avant de glisser la main dans sa poche et d’en sortir une carte blanche avec son numéro inscrit dessus superposé de son nom qu’il tend vers toi.

— N’hésitez pas si vous avez besoin… de quoi que ce soit.

Tu prends la carte, ton regard croisant le sien. Son sourire en coin semble à la fois professionnel et… légèrement joueur.

— Bonne soirée, monsieur Kim.

Yugyeom esquisse un sourire en coin et pointe la carte du menton.

— Pensez-y.

Tu ne réponds rien, te contentant de glisser la carte dans la poche de la veste d’Intak avant de tourner les talons.

L’air frais de la nuit te frappe immédiatement lorsque tu sors de l’hôpital. Tu avances vers le taxi qui t’attend déjà devant l’entrée.

Sans un regard en arrière, tu ouvres la portière et t’installes à l’intérieur, laissant enfin la tension de la soirée retomber légèrement.

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Résidence Hwayoung : 10:45

Chaewon se réveille doucement, les paupières encore lourdes de sommeil. Son corps est enveloppé par la douceur de ses draps en satin, et pendant un instant, elle hésite à quitter la chaleur réconfortante de son lit. Son réveil n’a pas encore sonné, mais elle sent que le matin approche. Elle tend un bras hors de la couette et, d’un claquement de doigts, les vitres teintées de sa chambre deviennent instantanément transparentes.

La lumière dorée du soleil s’infiltre immédiatement, caressant son visage et réchauffant sa peau. Elle cligne des yeux en s’habituant à la clarté soudaine, puis inspire profondément, savourant l’odeur fraîche du matin qui flotte encore dans l’air.

Avec une certaine lenteur, elle se redresse et fait glisser les draps sur le côté, dévoilant ses jambes fines et la soie délicate de son pyjama. Ses pieds effleurent le sol froid, un contraste brutal avec la chaleur de son lit, la réveillant instantanément.

Elle se lève d’un mouvement gracieux. En passant devant son miroir, elle s’arrête un instant, observant son reflet. D’un geste machinal, elle remet en place quelques mèches rebelles, effleure sa joue du bout des doigts, vérifie l’état de ses lèvres légèrement gonflées par le sommeil.

Puis, dans un silence paisible, elle se détourne et se dirige vers la salle de bain.

Alors qu’elle s’applique soigneusement son masque capillaire, massant chaque mèche de ses cheveux, Chaewon laisse échapper une mélodie douce, presque imperceptible, en chantonnant au rythme des gestes. Elle ferme les yeux un instant, savourant la sensation fraîche du produit qui hydrate ses cheveux. Elle ne se rend même pas compte que la porte de la salle de bain est restée légèrement ouverte, son esprit complètement absorbé par sa routine matinale.

Cependant, dans l’ombre de l’encadrement de la porte, une silhouette masculine se profile silencieusement. Ses yeux scrutent le moindre de ses gestes, son attention rivée sur elle, sur la manière dont ses doigts glissent dans ses cheveux, la douceur de sa voix qui flotte dans l’air. C’est un instant de pure tranquillité, d’une simplicité presque irréelle.

Chaewon continue de chantonner, totalement insouciante de la présence qui se trouve devant elle. Le rythme de sa chanson change, passant à une mélodie plus joyeuse, tandis qu’elle se penche légèrement pour rincer son masque capillaire sous l’eau chaude du robinet. L’homme, immobile, observe, son regard admirant chaque mouvement, chaque détail de cette scène paisible, tout en restant silencieux, comme figé dans le temps.

La tension dans l’air est palpable, mais Chaewon ne semble rien remarquer, se laissant envelopper par la sérénité du moment.

Le bruit de l’eau qui s’écoule dans la douche masque un instant l’approche de l’homme. Alors que Chaewon termine de rincer son masque capillaire, elle ouvre les yeux, pensant que tout est comme avant, que la tranquillité de la matinée ne serait jamais perturbée. Mais ce qu’elle aperçoit alors lui fait presque manquer un battement de cœur.

L’homme est juste devant elle, si proche qu’elle peut sentir son souffle chaud sur sa peau encore humide. Pris de surprise, Chaewon pousse un cri aigu de peur, mais avant même qu’elle ne puisse faire un mouvement, une main ferme se pose sur sa bouche, l’empêchant de crier davantage. Un autre bras se glisse autour de sa taille, la plaquant contre le mur de la douche.

Les battements de son cœur s’accélèrent alors qu’elle tente de se débattre, paniquée, les bras et les jambes cherchant à s’échapper, mais en vain. L’homme est trop fort, sa prise trop solide. La sensation de l’eau qui continue de couler dans la douche devient lointaine à côté de la terreur qui l’envahit. Elle s’arrête enfin, épuisée par ses tentatives, et c’est à cet instant qu’elle aperçoit un détail familier sur le visage de l’homme qui la tient.

Les traits du visage, bien que d’abord indistincts dans sa peur, commencent à se clarifier, et elle reconnaît alors les yeux, les lèvres, la ligne de la mâchoire. Ses battements de cœur ralentissent progressivement. Ce n’est pas un inconnu, c’est quelqu’un qu’elle connaît… Quelqu’un qu’elle n’attendait pas dans une situation pareille.

Elle se calme lentement et plonge ses yeux dans les siens. L’homme la fixe avec un regard calme, presque amusé, et lui demande, avec une légère exaspération :

« C’est bon ? T’as fini ? »

Chaewon le dévisage un instant, encore sous le choc, avant de laisser échapper un léger soupir.

Chaewon prend une grande inspiration, essayant de se remettre de l’effroi de l’instant. Elle sent la chaleur de l’eau encore sur sa peau, mais son esprit est déjà en train de décomposer la situation. L’homme, toujours debout dans la salle de bains, retire finalement sa main de sa bouche, et elle se permet de souffler à nouveau.

« T’es con Jay, tu m’as fait peur, » dit-elle en se redressant.

Jay laisse un petit rire échapper, son sourire en coin ne faiblissant pas. Il croise les bras et, avec un air à la fois taquin et décontracté, il répond : « Je t’avais jamais vue nue encore, et je me dis que j’aurais peut-être dû le faire avant. »

Chaewon roule les yeux, exaspérée par son attitude. Elle saisit rapidement une serviette propre et l’enroule autour de son corps, se dirigeant vers la sortie de la douche. Puis, sans se presser, elle attrape une deuxième serviette, la tord autour de ses cheveux mouillés, les maintenant haut sur sa tête.

« Qu’est-ce que tu me veux ? » lance-t-elle, en levant les yeux au ciel, comme pour signifier son agacement.

Jay s’assoit tranquillement sur le lit, ne se dérangeant même pas pour bouger. Il croise les jambes avec une tranquillité déconcertante, jetant un coup d’œil à Chaewon. Son ton est sérieux maintenant, bien que ses yeux brillent toujours d’une certaine malice.

« Tu veux que je sois ton cavalier à la soirée de Phoebe, non ? Il faut que je te briefe avant, » répond-il, toujours aussi calme, comme si ce genre de conversation n’était rien d’autre qu’un banal échange.

Chaewon arque un sourcil en entendant la réponse de Jay, mais ne s’arrête pas dans ses mouvements. Elle sort un string en dentelle blanche d’un tiroir et l’enfile tranquillement avant d’attraper un haut en satin.

« Me briefer sur ? » demande-t-elle, l’air faussement innocente, en faisant glisser son string sur toute la longueur de ses jambes.

Jay, adossé contre le lit, l’observe avec un sourire indéchiffrable. Son regard détaille chacun de ses gestes, traînant un peu trop longtemps sur ses hanches lorsqu’elle ajuste son short. Il finit par répondre :

« Pourquoi m’avoir choisi moi ? »

Chaewon, concentrée sur l’ajustement de son soutien-gorge devant le miroir, ne se retourne même pas pour lui répondre.

« J’avais besoin d’un mec pour m’accompagner, Jay. »

Jay incline légèrement la tête sur le côté, son regard s’assombrit d’une pointe de curiosité.

« Aucune autre raison ? » demande-t-il, cherchant à capter une expression qui trahirait autre chose.

Chae finit par se retourner, ses cheveux en bob flottant légèrement alors qu’elle se plante face à lui. Elle croise les bras sous sa poitrine et sourit malicieusement.

« Ça ferait chier Jang, et ça me fait rire. »

Jay fronce légèrement les sourcils.

« Donc c’est juste pour rendre Jang jalouse ? »

Chaewon hoche la tête avec un sourire espiègle.

« Ouais, » dit-elle d’une voix douce et suave, presque moqueuse.

Jay la fixe quelques secondes, avant qu’un sourire en coin ne se dessine sur ses lèvres.

« Tu vas devoir te faire passer pour ma petite amie alors. »

Chae lève un sourcil, croisant son regard dans le miroir. Elle sait que ce jeu ne sera pas si simple.

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Résidence Nymphéa 11:45

Iroha émerge doucement de sa chambre, les cheveux encore emmêlés par le sommeil, ses paupières mi-closes trahissant son réveil récent. Vêtue d’un adorable ensemble rose pâle, composé d’un crop top à fines bretelles et d’un short à volants, elle traîne légèrement des pieds en avançant vers la cuisine, baillant discrètement derrière sa main.

Elle ouvre le frigo en plissant les yeux sous la lumière trop vive et attrape machinalement la bouteille de lait frais. Puis, d’un geste habituel, elle récupère le paquet de céréales posé sur le comptoir. Refermant la porte du frigo d’un petit coup de hanche, elle se dirige d’un pas léger vers le salon, son short flottant légèrement au rythme de ses mouvements. Son objectif est simple : se réveiller tranquillement sur le sofa et savourer son petit-déjeuner en toute tranquillité.

Iroha s’arrête net, le paquet de céréales dans une main, la bouteille de lait dans l’autre. Elle observe Jang, affalée sur le sofa, une jambe pendante dans le vide, l’autre repliée sous elle. Ses cheveux sont en bataille, ses lèvres encore légèrement maquillées, témoins d’une soirée qui a probablement duré jusqu’au petit matin.

Elle fronce les sourcils et s’approche doucement, posant son butin sur la table basse avant de se pencher légèrement au-dessus d’elle.

« Jang ? » murmure-t-elle en tapotant son épaule du bout des doigts.

Aucune réaction. Juste un léger grognement et un mouvement imperceptible de sa part.

Iroha soupire, croisant les bras, avant de s’asseoir en tailleur sur le tapis, juste devant le canapé. Elle observe Jang un instant, se demandant si elle devrait la réveiller ou la laisser récupérer de sa nuit agitée. Mais la curiosité l’emporte.

« T’as fait quoi cette nuit pour finir comme ça ? » chuchote-t-elle, plus pour elle-même que pour obtenir une réponse.

« Laisse-moi dormir encore un peu, Sannie… » marmonne Jang en s’enfonçant un peu plus dans le coussin.

Iroha lève un sourcil, amusée, avant de poser son bol et d’imiter la voix grave et suave de San.

« Réveille-toi, ma poupée ~ » dit-elle en exagérant chaque syllabe avant d’éclater de rire.

Les yeux de Jang s’ouvrent brusquement, elle plisse les paupières face à la lumière du matin et tourne lentement la tête vers Iroha, l’air perdu.

« Oh non… J’ai dormi ici ? » murmure-t-elle en réalisant qu’elle est toujours sur le canapé, dans sa tenue de la veille, les cheveux en bataille.

« J’ai bien peur que oui, » répond Iroha en ricanant, reprenant son bol de céréales.

Jang se redresse lentement, passant une main dans ses cheveux emmêlés avant de soupirer.

« J’suis restée tard avec San hier… pour des papiers » dit-elle en baillant.

Iroha arque un sourcil, sceptique mais trop fatiguée pour relever.

« Et toi, t’as fait quoi hier soir ? » demande Jang en s’étirant.

Iroha hésite une seconde avant de répondre :

« J’ai vu Jake. »

À peine a-t-elle prononcé son nom que Jang redresse la tête, son regard se durcissant légèrement.

« Iroha, sérieusement, tu devrais arrêter de— »

« Et Jeemin » l’interrompt immédiatement Iroha en souriant faussement.

Jang lève un sourcil avec un air dédaigneux avant de répondre, « C’est qui, celle-là ? »

Iroha laisse échapper un petit rire nerveux, s’efforçant de détourner l’attention. « C’est notre nouvelle colocataire de la résidence. »

Jang soupire et répond, « Encore une nouvelle colocataire ? »

Iroha hoche la tête en souriant. « Ouais, mais Jeemin est vraiment gentille. Elle est super fun, elle m’a emmenée sortir hier soir. On a passé une super soirée en boîte de nuit. »

Jang la regarde, visiblement intéressée mais essayant de ne pas le montrer.

Jang lui rétorque, « Tu devrais pas faire confiance aux inconnues. »

Jeemin, du haut de la mezzanine, répond en levant la voix, « Moi, au moins, je ne dors pas dans le salon d’une résidence qui n’est pas la mienne. »

Jang se redresse soudainement, l’air irrité, « T’es qui, toi ? »

Iroha, toute fière, répond en souriant, « C’est Jeemin ! »

Jeemin descend les escaliers avec une démarche confiante, un sourire espiègle aux lèvres. « En général, on commence avec des présentations ou une salutation, pas une agression verbale. Mais tu me sembles dénuée de toute sorte de politesse. C’est toi Jang ? J’ai entendu parler de toi. »

Jang, visiblement agacée par l’attitude de Jeemin, sent la colère monter en elle. Son sang commence à bouillir, mais elle reste silencieuse, choisissant de fixer Jeemin avec un regard glacé.

Jang fixe Jeemin avec une intensité glaciale, ses poings se serrant légèrement. « Donc madame sort de nulle part et elle ose me prendre de haut ? Si t’as entendu parler de moi, tu devrais savoir qui je suis, et tu oses me parler avec cette attitude ? »

Jeemin ricane doucement, une lueur amusée dans les yeux. « On m’a dit que t’étais une détraquée qui se battait régulièrement quand on te donnait tort, et que tu n’admettais jamais avoir tort, donc tu te bats très souvent. Aussi, que t’es une sale vicieuse égoïste et égocentrique. »

Jang se lève brusquement du canapé, son regard se durcissant. « Et ça ne t’effraie pas ? » Elle affiche un sourire en coin, son regard perçant, prête à en découdre.

Jeemin, alors qu’elle descend la dernière marche, pose un pied au sol et réplique calmement, « Pas le moins du monde, t’es juste une fille à papa qui ne supporte pas qu’on lui dise non. Les filles comme toi, je les mange en une bouchée. » Elle sourit également, de façon énigmatique, avec une confiance qui semble faire écho à la tension qui monte.

Iroha observe la scène, ses yeux passant de l’une à l’autre, ressentant l’électricité dans l’air. Elle sait que la situation peut rapidement dégénérer, mais elle n’ose pas intervenir, prise dans le tourbillon des mots acérés qui fusent entre Jang et Jeemin.

Jang avance d’un pas, un sourire espiègle sur les lèvres. « Alors, tu veux vraiment ça ? » dit-elle, penchant la tête d’un côté, un regard déterminé dans les yeux.

Jeemin, imperturbable, répond avec une légère ironie : « Ah, on m’a pas dit que tu étais attirée par les filles. C’est surprenant, mais pourquoi pas ? » Elle s’approche un peu plus, ne reculant devant rien.

Les deux femmes se retrouvent face à face, à quelques centimètres l’une de l’autre. L’atmosphère entre elles se charge de tension.

Jang pose sa main sur la poitrine de Jeemin, un geste à la fois dominant et calculé. « Je sens ton cœur battre de plus en plus fort, t’as peur ou t’es excitée ? » demande-t-elle, son sourire se faisant plus provocateur.

Jeemin, toujours aussi calme, répond d’un ton tranquille, mais son regard est perçant : « Et si je te disais que tu m’excites, il se passe quoi ? » Elle caresse doucement le bras de Jang, mais son intention n’est pas de céder à l’intimidation, plutôt de tester les limites.

Iroha, témoin de l’échange, reste figée, observant la scène, ses yeux passant de l’une à l’autre, hésitant à intervenir.

Jang reste immobile, fixant Jeemin avec un regard perçant, ses yeux remplis de défi. Un sourire froid se dessine sur ses lèvres, ne quittant pas Jeemin des yeux.

“Je te dirais que t’es une grosse lesbos”, dit-elle d’une voix basse, presque menaçante. “Que tu me dégoûtes et que tu devrais laisser Iroha tranquille.”

Jeemin soutient le regard de Jang sans fléchir, un sourire en coin toujours sur son visage. Mais la tension est palpable, comme un fil prêt à se rompre. Jang se rapproche encore un tout petit peu, le défi brillant dans ses yeux.

“Je vais te dire une chose”, continue Jang, sa voix devenant plus ferme. “Laisse Iroha tranquille, avant que je ne décide que c’est à moi de régler les choses.”

Jeemin hausse les épaules, l’air nonchalant.

Jang, quant à elle, garde sa posture imposante, ne montrant aucune hésitation, déterminée à protéger ceux qu’elle considère importants.

Jeemin, un sourire narquois aux lèvres, ricanne légèrement avant de répondre, la voix pleine de mépris : « De toutes façons, je n’ai aucune leçon à recevoir du petit chien de San. Tu ne m’impressionnes pas, et quand les gens vont savoir ce que t’es réellement, ils penseront tous la même chose. » Elle marque une pause, observant Jang un instant avant de se retourner avec nonchalance et de se diriger vers la cuisine.

Tout en s’éloignant, elle lance par-dessus son épaule, avec un sourire en coin : « Enfin, le petit chien de San ou de Phoebe. »

Jang reste figée sur place, ses poings serrés, le regard furieux, tandis qu’Iroha sent l’atmosphère se tendre encore davantage.

Soudainement, sous l’impact de la mention de San et Phoebe, Jang se précipite sur Jeemin, ses yeux brûlants de rage. Sans avertissement, elle attrape les cheveux de Jeemin d’une main ferme, la saisissant à pleine poignée. Le bruit sec de ses doigts se refermant sur les mèches de cheveux retentit dans l’air.

Avant même que Jeemin ne puisse réagir, Jang tire d’une force brutale, les cheveux de Jeemin se tendant avec une douleur aiguë. Le corps de Jeemin est propulsé en arrière, ses pieds quittant le sol dans un mouvement incontrôlable, et elle s’effondre lourdement sur le sol, un cri étouffé échappant de ses lèvres.

Jang, dévorée par sa colère, n’a aucune intention de s’arrêter. Elle commence à la traîner au sol avec une force implacable, ses bras tendus, tirant Jeemin sans ménagement sur quelques mètres. Le bruit du corps de Jeemin glissant sur le parquet résonne dans la pièce, chaque mouvement étant un mélange de haine et de puissance brute.

Jeemin, les yeux écarquillés de douleur et de surprise, tente de se défendre, mais l’emprise de Jang sur ses cheveux l’empêche de se libérer. Ses jambes battent dans le vide, essayant de se raccrocher à quelque chose, mais elle ne peut que suivre le mouvement impitoyable de Jang, qui la ramène impudemment au centre du salon, ne montrant aucune pitié.

Iroha, figée, regarde la scène se dérouler sous ses yeux. Son cœur bat fort dans sa poitrine, partagée entre la peur et l’inquiétude. Le chaos qui s’empare du salon devient de plus en plus palpable.

« Lâche-moi sale pute ! » s’écrie Jeemin, sentant la douleur dans ses cheveux alors que Jang la tire sans ménagement, la traînant au sol.

Dans un coup sec, Jang la relâche brutalement, la laissant tomber lourdement au centre du salon. L’air est lourd, saturé de l’odeur de la colère qui monte dans la pièce.

Jeemin se relève, son visage marqué par la rage. Elle se redresse avec une grâce sauvage, ses poings serrés. Son regard perçant se fixe sur Jang, ses yeux étincelant de défi et de promesse. « Alors là, tu sais pas dans quoi tu t’engages. » Sa voix est glaciale, mais ses mots brûlent d’une menace palpable.

Jang sourit, un sourire sinistre, ses yeux brillant d’une folie contrôlée. Elle s’avance d’un pas, ne reculant devant rien. « Tu veux te battre, hein ? » dit-elle d’une voix mielleuse, pleine de défi. « Vas-y, Jeemin. Montre-moi si t’as ce qu’il faut pour me tenir tête. » Elle croise les bras, ses yeux dévisageant Jeemin avec un amusement presque cruel.

Jeemin, furieuse, lâche un petit rire sarcastique. « T’es pas prête pour ça. »

La tension éclate en un instant.

Jeemin s’élance la première, balançant son poing directement vers le visage de Jang. Mais Jang, rapide et agile, esquive de justesse et attrape le poignet de Jeemin, la tirant violemment vers elle pour la déstabiliser. Jeemin ne se laisse pas faire, elle pivote sur elle-même et envoie son genou dans les côtes de Jang, qui laisse échapper un grognement.

Mais au lieu de reculer, Jang sourit, sauvage. Elle attrape Jeemin par la taille et la fait basculer en arrière, la jetant contre le canapé. Jeemin rebondit légèrement contre l’accoudoir avant de retrouver son équilibre. Elle n’hésite pas une seconde et bondit sur Jang, l’attrapant par les cheveux en lui tirant la tête en arrière.

« Tu fais moins la maline maintenant, hein ?! » crache Jeemin en serrant les dents.

Jang, furieuse, lui donne un violent coup de coude dans le ventre, lui arrachant un gémissement de douleur. Jeemin lâche prise une fraction de seconde, juste assez pour que Jang attrape son bras et la fasse basculer au sol. Mais Jeemin roule immédiatement sur le côté et tend sa jambe, frappant Jang au niveau du tibia. Jang trébuche légèrement, grogne, puis attrape Jeemin par le col de son haut, la soulevant légèrement du sol avant de la plaquer violemment contre la table basse.

Les objets sur la table volent dans tous les sens sous l’impact.

Iroha, complètement paniquée, les regarde sans savoir quoi faire. « Arrêtez ! Vous êtes folles ou quoi ?! »

Mais ni Jeemin ni Jang ne l’écoutent.

Jeemin serre la mâchoire, essuie le coin de sa lèvre où un filet de sang commence à perler, et se redresse d’un bond. Elle fonce de nouveau sur Jang, la poussant si fort qu’elles percutent l’étagère derrière elles, faisant tomber plusieurs cadres et livres au sol dans un fracas assourdissant.

Elles échangent coups pour coups, griffures, cheveux arrachés, insultes hurlées dans la pièce. Le salon est devenu un véritable champ de bataille.

Les coups pleuvent sans relâche. Jang et Jeemin, aveuglées par leur rage, n’ont plus aucune notion de leur environnement. Elles ne voient pas qu’à force de se repousser, de s’agripper et de se jeter l’une sur l’autre, elles se rapprochent dangereusement de la baie vitrée qui borde l’entrée de la résidence.

Iroha, les yeux écarquillés, sent l’angoisse lui tordre l’estomac.

« STOP ! LA VITRE ! » hurle-t-elle, mais son cri est noyé par le chaos.

Jeemin, la respiration saccadée, serre le poignet de Jang et tente de lui asséner un coup de genou. Jang riposte en l’empoignant violemment par les épaules, la repoussant de toutes ses forces.

Et c’est là que tout bascule.

Un craquement strident déchire l’air.

Sous l’impact de leurs corps en furie, la baie vitrée cède dans un fracas assourdissant.

Le verre explose en une myriade d’éclats scintillants, projetant des milliers de morceaux coupants tout autour d’elles. Jang et Jeemin basculent en arrière, leur équilibre brisé, et chutent brutalement à travers l’ouverture béante.

Leur chute ne s’arrête pas là. Elles percutent les marches du perron dans un enchevêtrement de membres et de cheveux, roulant lourdement sur la pierre froide.

Le bruit sourd de leurs corps heurtant les marches résonne dans le silence brutal qui s’abat sur la résidence.

Iroha, les mains plaquées contre sa bouche, court vers l’entrée en paniquant.

Jang et Jeemin gisent sur le sol en contrebas, leurs corps endoloris, du verre scintillant sur leur peau.

Et puis, un grognement. Un mouvement.

Jeemin redresse lentement la tête, sonné, un filet de sang coulant de son arcade.

Jang, le souffle court, tourne la tête vers elle, les yeux brûlants d’une rage encore incandescente.

Même après une chute pareille, aucune des deux ne semble prête à s’avouer vaincue.

Jang, encore sonnée par la chute, plisse les yeux en distinguant deux silhouettes immobiles devant elle. Les bras entrecroisés, un air amusé sur le visage, Jay et Chae les toisent, parfaitement détendus.

« Mais c’est quoi ce bordel ? » s’exclame Jay, levant un sourcil en observant les débris de verre et les deux filles étalées sur le sol.

À côté de lui, Chae affiche un sourire narquois avant de souffler, faussement choquée :

« On dirait une folle. »

Le cœur de Jang tambourine violemment dans sa poitrine. Son souffle est saccadé, sa mâchoire crispée. Comme si le fait d’avoir été traînée au sol et projetée à travers une baie vitrée ne suffisait pas, il fallait que ces deux-là soient là pour l’humilier encore plus.

Elle tourne la tête vers Jeemin, qui commence tout juste à émerger, la respiration saccadée, une main posée sur son front. Jang pourrait finir ce qu’elle a commencé, l’achever maintenant… mais son regard revient instinctivement sur Chae, dont l’expression moqueuse l’achève bien plus qu’un coup ne le pourrait.

« Jang… » reprend Chae, croisant les bras sous sa poitrine, son sourire s’élargissant comme une lame qui s’enfonce lentement. « Je t’ai pas dit qu’avec Jay, on s’était rapprochés ? »

Le sang de Jang ne fait qu’un tour.

Ses poings se serrent au point que ses ongles menacent de percer la peau de ses paumes. Ses yeux, brûlants de rage, ne quittent pas le visage satisfait de Chae.

Jay, lui, observe la scène en silence, un air indéchiffrable sur le visage. Mais Jang n’a d’yeux que pour Chae, cette peste qui se tient là, fière, provocante.

La rage en elle monte comme un torrent incontrôlable. Si Jeemin avait été l’élément déclencheur, alors Chae venait d’allumer la mèche d’une bombe prête à exploser.

Iroha, paniquée, se précipite vers Jeemin, qui tente de retrouver ses esprits. Son amie a le souffle court, mais elle semble consciente.

Pendant ce temps, Jang se redresse lentement, tremblante de rage, le souffle saccadé. Son corps est un mélange de blessures et d’adrénaline pure. Ses bras sont entaillés par les éclats de verre, son front perlé de sueur, et ses cheveux en bataille lui tombent devant le visage, lui donnant un air sauvage, incontrôlable.

Son regard brûlant se pose sur Chae.

Un silence pesant s’installe.

Chae sent un frisson lui parcourir l’échine en voyant cette expression bestiale sur le visage de Jang. Elle attrape instinctivement le bras de Jay et murmure :

« On devrait y aller, Jay. »

Mais Jay ne bouge pas. Il observe la scène avec un intérêt non dissimulé, les bras croisés, un sourire presque amusé au coin des lèvres.

Jang ricane, un rire dément, inquiétant.

« Oh non mon lapin… tu vas nulle part. »

Et avant que Chae ne puisse réagir, Jang se jette sur elle à une vitesse fulgurante. Elle bouscule Jay d’une main, le faisant reculer d’un pas, puis bondit littéralement sur Chae, l’agrippant avec une force incontrôlable.

Elles s’effondrent toutes les deux au sol dans un enchevêtrement de jambes et de bras.

Un cri de surprise s’échappe des lèvres de Chae alors que Jang la plaque contre le sol, s’agrippant à ses cheveux et tirant violemment dessus. Mais Chae ne se laisse pas faire. Serrant les dents, elle riposte en attrapant à son tour la chevelure déjà désordonnée de Jang, tirant avec toute sa force.

Les deux jeunes femmes roulent sur le sol, se débattant furieusement, échangeant des coups, ignorant les exclamations paniquées d’Iroha et les éclats de rire de Jay, qui semble apprécier le spectacle.

Alors qu’elle lui tire les cheveux avec une force féroce, Jang pousse un hurlement strident en sentant les dents de Chae s’enfoncer dans la chair de son avant-bras.

« MAIS T’ES COMPLÈTEMENT TARÉE ! » s’exclame-t-elle en relâchant légèrement sa prise sous la douleur.

Chae en profite pour se dégager, haletante, les cheveux en désordre, son regard flamboyant de défi.

Jay, qui jusque-là observait la scène avec amusement, décide enfin d’intervenir. Il s’avance et attrape Jang par la taille, la soulevant légèrement du sol pour l’éloigner de Chae.

« Ça suffit maintenant, » dit-il en la maintenant fermement, tandis qu’elle se débat comme une furie dans ses bras.

Soudain, le bruit précipité de pas résonne dans l’entrée de la résidence.

Ning et Junghwan apparaissent devant la scène chaotique.

Ning écarquille les yeux en découvrant le carnage : la baie vitrée brisée, les éclats de verre partout, Jeemin et Iroha au sol, Chae essoufflée, Jang tentant encore d’atteindre sa rivale, maintenue de force par Jay.

Junghwan, quant à lui, croise les bras, un rictus agacé sur le visage.

« Qu’est-ce que vous foutez encore ?! » lâche-t-il, exaspéré.

« SALE CHIENNE DE MERDE » s’exclame Jang encore dans les bras de Jay, tentant de se débattre.

Chae, toujours hors d’elle, se redresse d’un bond et fonce sur Jang, prête à en découdre à nouveau.

Jay, anticipant le mouvement, lance rapidement à Junghwan :

« Choppe-la ! »

Junghwan, réactif, tend les bras et attrape Chae en plein élan, la bloquant fermement contre lui. Son emprise est impénétrable, ses muscles tendus maintenant Chae prisonnière malgré ses tentatives de se libérer.

« Lâche-moi, Junghwan ! » hurle-t-elle en se débattant.

« Tu vas te calmer le chihuahua ? » répond-il avec un sourire en coin, amusé par sa rage.

Pendant ce temps, Ning, adossée contre le mur d’entrée, filme toute la scène avec son iPhone, un sourire hilare aux lèvres.

« Non mais continuez, surtout ! » ricane-t-elle. « Je vais envoyer ça à Youngseo, c’est du pur génie. »

Jang, toujours entravée par Jay, lui lance un regard noir.

« T’arrêtes de filmer ou je te jure que je te le prends et je te le fous dans le cul Ning ! » crache-t-elle, à bout de nerfs.

Mais Ning, loin d’être impressionnée, zoome encore plus sur le visage de Jang et rit de plus belle.

Jang hurle de rage, son corps entier tremblant sous l’adrénaline et la frustration.

Soudain, San débarque en courant, suivi de Mingi, tous deux encore en tenue de sport, leur souffle légèrement saccadé.

« C’est quoi ce bordel ?! » s’exclame San en balayant la scène du regard.

Iroha, toujours accroupie à côté de Jeemin, lève les yeux vers lui.

« Je t’ai appelé… C’était un vrai carnage ici. »

Mingi, quant à lui, éclate de rire en voyant Chae toujours coincée dans l’étau que représentent les bras de Junghwan. Il s’approche d’elle, un sourire en coin, avant de la singer exagérément, sa voix prenant une tonalité aigüe et théâtrale :

« junghwanieeeee lâche moiiii » piaille-t-il, imitant parfaitement la voix de Chae, avant d’exploser de rire.

Chae, furieuse, se débat encore plus.

« Mingi, t’es mort, je te jure ! » fulmine-t-elle, toujours suspendue dans les bras de Junghwan, qui se contente de resserrer un peu plus son emprise avec un sourire moqueur.

San, lui, soupire en voyant l’état de la résidence : la baie vitrée éclatée, les cheveux éparpillés sur le sol, les visages enflammés par la colère.

« Bon… On va nettoyer tout ça avant que la sécurité de la fac se pointe et nous foute dans la merde. »

Il pose ses mains sur ses hanches, visiblement exaspéré.

« Et après, vous allez m’expliquer ce qui vous est passé par la tête, bordel. »

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Résidence Kamagwi : 12:35

Phoebe, confortablement installée sur son canapé en velours crème, fait glisser son doigt sur l’écran de son iPad, ajustant les derniers détails de sa soirée. Ses ongles parfaitement manucurés tapotent contre la coque dorée de l’appareil tandis qu’elle réfléchit aux dernières touches à apporter.

De chaque côté d’elle, deux jeunes femmes donnent leur avis avec un enthousiasme partagé entre l’excitation et l’exigence.

« Je pense qu’il faudrait rajouter plus de lumières tamisées, ça crée une meilleure ambiance. » propose l’une d’elles, les yeux rivés sur la maquette 3D de l’événement affichée sur l’écran.

« Et des serveurs avec des plateaux de champagne dès l’entrée, histoire de mettre directement l’ambiance luxe qu’on veut. » ajoute l’autre, son regard pétillant d’anticipation.

Phoebe, sans lever les yeux de son écran, hoche la tête.

« J’aime bien… Mais je veux que ce soit parfait. On n’a pas droit à l’erreur. »

Elle pince les lèvres, réfléchissant. Puis, relevant enfin le regard, elle affiche un sourire satisfait.

« Ok. On va tout revoir dans les moindres détails. J’ai besoin que cette soirée marque les esprits. »

Les deux jeunes femmes acquiescent.

Alors que Phoebe continue d’affiner les détails, elle se penche légèrement en avant, son regard perçant rivé sur l’écran.

« Qu’en est-il de la liste des invités ? » demande-t-elle en relevant un sourcil.

L’une des filles, Yushan, sort immédiatement son téléphone et fait défiler une liste.

« Tous les noms les plus influents sont confirmés. Mais il y a quelques exceptions… »

Phoebe plisse les yeux. « Lesquelles ? »

« Jang, par exemple. Elle a répondu… Disons, de façon ambiguë. »

Un silence s’installe, puis Phoebe ricane doucement en croisant les jambes.

« Évidemment. » Elle tapote son ongle contre sa lèvre, pensive. « Elle viendra. Elle adore trop être le centre de l’attention pour manquer une occasion pareille. »

La deuxième fille, Sullyoon, intervient en balançant ses jambes sur le canapé.

« Et pour Jeemin ? Elle est nouvelle, non ? »

Phoebe fait une pause, ses doigts glissant sur l’écran de son iPad alors qu’elle réfléchit.

« Je l’ai vue traîner avec Iroha. Si elle vient, ce sera sûrement grâce à elle. D’ailleurs�� » Elle lève les yeux, un sourire intrigué sur les lèvres. « Je crois que cette fille pourrait être… intéressante. »

Yushan et Sullyoon échangent un regard, intriguées par l’expression calculatrice de Phoebe.

« Alors, on l’invite officiellement ? » demande Yushan.

Phoebe hoche lentement la tête.

« Oui. Mais pas seulement. On va voir ce qu’elle a dans le ventre. »

Sullyoon ricane. « Tu es diabolique, Phoebe. »

Phoebe sourit, satisfaite, et repose son iPad.

« Je suis perfectionniste.»

Yushan est une héritière richissime, issue d’une famille influente du monde des affaires. Son élégance est innée, et chacun de ses gestes respire la sophistication. Avec ses longs cheveux d’un noir corbeau toujours impeccablement lissés et une silhouette sculpturale, elle impose le respect et l’admiration partout où elle passe. Son regard sombre et perçant semble toujours analyser son entourage avec une précision chirurgicale. Elle n’a pas besoin d’élever la voix pour se faire entendre : un simple sourire en coin et un mot bien placé suffisent à déstabiliser n’importe qui. Vêtue des dernières collections de luxe, elle sait manier l’art du paraître à la perfection. Derrière son flegme aristocratique, Yushan est une stratège redoutable, capable de faire et défaire des réputations d’un simple murmure.

Sullyoon, quant à elle, est une influenceuse renommée, habituée aux défilés des plus grandes maisons de couture. Son visage de poupée, délicat et hypnotique, lui a valu d’être une muse pour plusieurs créateurs. Ses longs cheveux brun chocolat, toujours soyeux et subtilement ondulés, encadrent un teint de porcelaine et des traits harmonieux. Avec ses lèvres pleines et son regard captivant, elle attire immédiatement l’attention. Contrairement à Yushan, qui préfère l’ombre et la discrétion calculée, Sullyoon adore briller sous les projecteurs et sait parfaitement en jouer. Elle maîtrise l’art de la séduction et du réseau, naviguant avec aisance dans le monde du luxe et des médias. Mais sous son air doux et envoûtant, elle cache une ambition redoutable et un instinct infaillible pour toujours être du bon côté du pouvoir.

Toutes deux incarnent l’élite : sublimes, influentes et inaccessibles. Si elles gravitent autour de Phoebe, c’est parce qu’elles savent qu’elle est une force avec laquelle il faut compter.

La sonnerie du téléphone de Phoebe retentit, brisant l’atmosphère feutrée de la pièce. Elle jette un regard furtif à l’écran avant de lever les yeux vers ses amies.

« C’est ma mère, je reviens, continuez sans moi », ordonne Phoebe d’une voix calme, mais ferme, avant de se lever de sa chaise.

Yushan et Sullyoon échangent un regard complice, puis acquiescent en silence, reprenant leur discussion. Yushan ajuste son col et se penche légèrement vers Sullyoon, reprenant le fil de leur conversation sur les derniers détails de la soirée à venir.

Phoebe quitte la pièce en attrapant son téléphone, la porte se refermant derrière elle avec douceur. Dans le couloir, elle décroche, sa voix se faisant immédiatement plus posée, comme si elle s’apprêtait à entrer dans un autre rôle, celui de la fille parfaite devant sa mère.

Elle décroche son téléphone, son visage se fermant légèrement alors qu’elle entend la voix de sa mère, autoritaire et imposante.

« Phoebe, où es-tu ? » demande la voix glaciale de sa mère, une pointe d’impatience dans sa tonalité. « La soirée approche, et je ne veux pas te voir encore traîner comme une gamine. »

Phoebe ferme les yeux un instant, respirant profondément avant de répondre d’une voix mesurée : « Je suis en train de préparer tout ça, Maman. Ne t’inquiète pas, tout sera parfait. »

« Parfait ? » sa mère rit, mais c’est un rire sans joie. « Tu veux jouer à la princesse ? Non, Phoebe. C’est toi qui dois être la reine, celle qui impose son pouvoir, celle qui se fait respecter. Tu comprends ? Il est temps que tu deviennes sérieuse. »

Phoebe serre les dents. Elle sait que ce ton n’annonce rien de bon. Son regard se perd dans le vide, les pensées sombres envahissant son esprit. « Je fais ce que je peux. »

Sa mère la coupe immédiatement. « Non. Ce n’est pas suffisant. Tu as tout ce qu’il faut pour dominer ce monde, mais tu agis comme une enfant. Je n’ai pas élevé une fille aussi faible, Phoebe. » Sa voix devient plus dure, plus perçante. « C’est le moment. Montre-leur qui tu es vraiment. Sois plus mature. »

Phoebe sent la pression monter, mais elle garde son calme. « Je vais m’en occuper. Je vais faire ce qu’il faut. »

Il y a un silence pesant au bout du fil avant que sa mère ne parle à nouveau, cette fois plus douce mais tout aussi menaçante. « Je veux voir une Phoebe plus forte, plus déterminée. Si tu veux mon respect et celui des autres, il est temps que tu imposes ta place. Compris ? »

Phoebe ferme les yeux un instant, sentant le poids de ses mots se déposer sur ses épaules. « Compris, Maman. »

« Bien. » La voix de sa mère devient de nouveau autoritaire. « Assure-toi de bien contrôler la situation. C’est toi qui dirige, pas les autres, et fais moi plaisir, remets ton frère sur le droit chemin. »

« C’est pas si facile » répond difficilement Phoebe.

« Comment ça ? » répond sa mère.

« J’ai Jang dans les pattes je te rappelle, et elle est coriace » répond Phoebe.

Sa mère marque un temps d’arrêt, avant de répondre « Occupe toi de les séparer sinon on sera contraints de l’éliminer du tableau ».

« Très bien mère. » répond Phoebe en soupirant.

Phoebe retourne dans le salon, sa posture droite et son regard plus tranchant qu’auparavant. Les rires et les chuchotements de Yushan et Sullyoon s’éteignent dès qu’elles la voient entrer, sentant immédiatement que quelque chose a changé.

Phoebe s’approche du canapé où elles sont assises, son air habituellement décontracté remplacé par une détermination froide. Elle prend une profonde inspiration avant de s’adresser à elles, son ton plus autoritaire.

« On va revoir un peu l’organisation de la soirée », dit-elle calmement, mais avec un certain poids dans sa voix. « J’ai reçu des instructions. Il est temps d’élever un peu les enjeux. »

Yushan et Sullyoon échangent un regard surpris mais ne disent rien, attendant qu’elle explique. Phoebe les observe, son regard perçant comme une lame.

« Ce n’est plus juste une fête. C’est un test. Nous devons marquer les esprits. Je veux que cette soirée soit plus qu’un simple événement mondain. » Elle s’arrête un instant pour observer la réaction de ses amies, un léger sourire en coin.

Yushan hoche lentement la tête, un sourire en coin. « Tu veux qu’on fasse des ajustements alors ? »

Phoebe la fixe intensément. « Exactement. »

Sullyoon, toujours aussi calme, se penche en avant. « Tu veux qu’on change l’ambiance, ou… ? »

Phoebe les regarde toutes les deux, la tête légèrement inclinée. « Je veux que tout soit sous contrôle. Il n’y a pas de place pour l’amateurisme. Je dois marquer cette soirée dans les mémoires. » Son regard se fait plus dur. « Je veux que tout le monde sache qui je suis. »

Les deux amies, saisissant la gravité de la situation, se redressent et acquiescent. Phoebe, d’un geste assuré, pose sa main sur la table, prête à coordonner les derniers détails.

« On commence maintenant », ordonne Phoebe. «Yushan, fais en sorte que chaque invité se sente comme un VIP. Sullyoon, tu t’occupes des contacts dans l’industrie. Tout doit être parfait. »

Les deux femmes échangent un regard, puis se lèvent avec une nouvelle énergie, prête à faire ce que Phoebe attend d’elles.

Phoebe, quant à elle, regarde les deux femmes s’affairer, un léger sourire se dessinant sur ses lèvres. Cette soirée, tout le monde saura qui elle est. Et plus important encore, tout le monde saura ce qu’elle est prête à faire pour garder le contrôle.

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Centre médical de Los Angeles : 15:52

Intak se réveille lentement, une douleur sourde au niveau de la tête et une sensation de confusion qui brouille ses pensées. Ses yeux s’ouvrent difficilement, s’habituant à la lumière tamisée de la chambre d’hôpital. Un bandage est enroulé autour de sa tête, et il sent l’inconfort d’une blessure non loin de son crâne. Il se redresse doucement, tentant de se souvenir de ce qui s’est passé, mais les fragments de ses derniers souvenirs semblent flous et lointains.

Son regard balaie la pièce. Les murs blancs, l’équipement médical, le bip d’un moniteur… tout semble étrangement calme. Mais quelque chose dans l’atmosphère lui fait se sentir encore plus perdu. Il prend une grande inspiration, mais une douleur aiguë lui traverse la tête, et il se laisse retomber doucement contre l’oreiller.

“Qu’est-ce qui… ?” murmure-t-il d’une voix rauque, la bouche pâteuse. Il essaie de se souvenir, mais tout semble un peu trop confus pour l’instant.

Le bruit d’une porte qui s’ouvre capte son attention, et il tourne la tête dans cette direction. Une silhouette se profile dans l’encadrement de la porte. C’est une infirmière, qui semble avoir vu qu’il était réveillé.

“Ah, vous êtes enfin éveillé,” dit-elle avec un sourire rassurant. “Comment vous sentez-vous ?”

Intak prend un moment pour répondre, toujours en proie à la douleur et à la confusion. “Je… je vais bien, je crois. Mais, où suis-je ? Qu’est-ce qui s’est passé ?”

L’infirmière regarde un instant le moniteur, puis lui adresse un regard calme. “Vous êtes à l’hôpital. Vous avez subi un choc à la tête, mais tout va bien. Vous êtes en sécurité maintenant.”

Intak hoche la tête, mais il ne peut s’empêcher de se sentir encore plus perdu. “Le choc… pourquoi… ?”

“Vous avez eu un accident, un peu de temps s’est écoulé, mais vous êtes stable,” explique l’infirmière d’un ton apaisant. “Il va falloir quelques heures avant que vous soyez totalement remis, mais vous pouvez reposer un peu.”

Avant qu’Intak ne puisse répondre, l’infirmière s’éloigne pour vérifier d’autres détails. Il reste là, allongé sur le lit d’hôpital.

Intak attrape son téléphone portable, ses doigts encore un peu tremblants. Il le porte à ses yeux, cherchant une quelconque familiarité parmi ses contacts. Mais en scrutant l’écran, il se rend compte qu’il ne sait pas à qui écrire. Les noms défilent devant ses yeux, mais aucun ne semble avoir de sens pour lui en ce moment précis. Un vide, un léger malaise se fait sentir.

Il se mord l’intérieur de la joue, une pointe de frustration grandissant en lui. Ses pensées s’embrouillent, comme si un voile invisible cachait tout ce qui avait du sens dans sa vie avant l’accident.

Il ferme les yeux un instant, essayant de se concentrer. Le moindre signe, un prénom, une photo, quelque chose qui pourrait lui donner un indice sur à qui il pourrait s’adresser. Mais plus il y pense, plus tout semble flou. Finalement, il soupire et repose le téléphone sur la table de chevet.

“Qu’est-ce que je fais…” murmure-t-il pour lui-même, se laissant retomber contre l’oreiller.

Un aide-soignant entre dans la chambre et s’approche d’Intak. Il porte un badge avec le nom « Soobin » inscrit dessus. Il commence à examiner le bandage autour de la tête d’Intak avec une attention professionnelle.

« Comment vous vous sentez ? » demande Soobin tout en ajustant le bandage.

Intak le regarde un instant, semblant réfléchir. « Je pense avoir une légère perte de mémoire… », répond-il, sa voix un peu hésitante. Il se sent comme si quelque chose manquait dans sa tête, un vide difficile à combler.

Soobin hoche la tête, son expression calme. « Ça peut arriver. Ça reviendra sous quelques jours, ne vous inquiétez pas. » Il prend un moment avant de poser une question plus précise. « Vous vous souvenez de vos parents et amis ? »

Intak ferme les yeux un instant, se concentrant, mais rien ne semble venir clairement. Il secoue lentement la tête, un peu perdu. « Je… je ne suis pas sûr. C’est flou. Je crois que je me souviens de quelques visages, mais c’est comme si quelque chose bloquait. » Il soupire, sa main se portant à son front. « C’est difficile à expliquer. »

Soobin lui sourit doucement, essayant de le rassurer. « C’est normal. La mémoire peut être un peu perturbée après ce genre d’incident. Mais avec le temps, vous devriez retrouver vos souvenirs. » Il ajuste le bandage une dernière fois avant de le regarder. « Le repos et un peu de temps, et vous allez vous sentir mieux. »

Intak hoche lentement la tête, mais son esprit reste encombré de flou et d’incertitude.

Une jeune femme magnifique entre alors dans la pièce, portant un bouquet de fleurs fraîches et une boîte de chocolats soigneusement emballée. Elle est élégante, ses traits délicats et son regard perçant. Ses cheveux tombent en vagues légères autour de son visage, et ses lèvres esquissent un sourire doux en voyant Intak éveillé.

Elle s’avance doucement vers lui, son parfum subtil emplissant l’air tandis qu’elle pose les fleurs sur la table près de son lit. « Bonjour Intak, tu vas mieux ? » dit-elle, sa voix douce et chaleureuse.

Intak la regarde, un éclat d’incertitude dans les yeux, avant de répondre d’une voix hésitante : « Je… je crois. Qui êtes-vous ? »

Le sourire de la jeune femme se fige légèrement, mais elle garde une expression bienveillante. Elle pose la boîte de chocolats à côté des fleurs, puis s’assoit près de lui sur le lit, une main doucement posée sur son bras. « C’est moi, je suis… » Elle marque une pause, cherchant la meilleure façon de formuler cela. « Je suis quelqu’un de très important pour toi. »

Elle se penche un peu plus près, lui offrant un regard rassurant. « Tu ne te souviens vraiment pas de moi ? »

Intak fronce légèrement les sourcils, essayant de percer ce qui semble être un voile d’oubli. « Je… je suis désolé, mais non, pas vraiment. Tout est un peu flou. »

La jeune femme soupire, un petit sourire nostalgique flottant sur ses lèvres. « C’est normal. Ne t’en fais pas. » Elle prend doucement sa main dans la sienne, lui offrant un soutien silencieux. « Je vais t’aider à retrouver tout ça, petit à petit. »

Intak, se sentant un peu perdu, regarde la jeune femme avec une expression incertaine et demande doucement : « Et… comment tu t’appelles ? »

Elle le fixe un instant, un léger sourire triste aux lèvres, comme si elle hésitait un moment avant de répondre. Puis, d’une voix calme et rassurante, elle dit : « Je m’appelle Xinyu. »

Elle lui serre doucement la main, son regard plein de tendresse. « Ne t’inquiète pas, tu te souviendras bientôt. »

Intak la fixe, intrigué, mais une partie de lui semble sentir qu’elle est importante pour lui. « Xinyu… » répète-t-il, comme pour se familiariser avec le nom, mais quelque chose dans sa voix trahit l’incertitude.

Intak regarde Xinyu avec un air légèrement confus, mais alors qu’elle évoque le bal de promo, un éclair de souvenir traverse son esprit. Il fronce légèrement les sourcils.

Intak la regarde avec un air sérieux, ses yeux trahissant une légère confusion, mais aussi un désir de comprendre. “Je me souviens de toi,” dit-il lentement, sa voix rauque, “je sais que je ressens des choses pour toi, mais… je ne me souviens de rien.”

Xinyu reste silencieuse un moment, son cœur se serre légèrement à ses mots. Elle serre doucement sa main pour lui offrir un peu de réconfort. “C’est normal, Intak. Tout reviendra. Petit à petit, tu te souviendras.” Elle lui sourit tendrement, mais son regard reste empli d’inquiétude.

“Tu n’as pas à t’en faire,” poursuit-elle, sa voix douce. “Ce n’est pas ta mémoire qui me rendra plus proche de toi, c’est le fait qu’on est déjà ensemble, qu’on a traversé beaucoup de choses.” Elle essaie de lui offrir un peu de réassurance malgré la situation difficile.

Intak baisse la tête, toujours confus, mais quelque part, un petit sourire se dessine sur ses lèvres. “Je veux me souvenir.”

Intak ferme les yeux un instant, comme s’il essayait de se concentrer davantage. “Je ne veux pas te décevoir. J’ai l’impression d’avoir perdu une partie de moi… mais je sais qu’il y a quelque chose entre nous.”

Xinyu lui sourit, ses yeux brillants d’émotion. “Il y a une chose que tu ne peux pas oublier, Intak. C’est que je t’aime, peu importe les souvenirs que tu as. Et tu n’as pas besoin de tout te souvenir pour que ça soit réel.”

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thescentifollow · 5 years ago

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Sudden Realization

Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff / long-time boyfriend Yugyeom au

Word count: 1398

You don’t normally make plans for Christmas because you prefer to spend it with family. But this year, you made plans for the first time, with your boyfriend, Yugyeom.

Even though you have been dating for 2 years now, it’s going to be your first vacation alone. Getting excited was inevitable. While you were putting your charger and power bank on your backpack, you heard a knock at the front door. You rushed to the door and he smiled upon seeing your face.

“Hi, baby.” You greeted him with a quick kiss.

“Hi, love.”

“Give me a minute, I’ll go get my backpack. Oh, can you take that one?” You pointed out the duffel bag next to the door.

“Yes ma’am. Don’t rush yourself, we still have some time.” You nodded and went upstairs quickly.

Your parents heard you guys talking and they immediately recognized the owner of the voice. They invited him inside warmly. He entered the living room and greeted them respectfully. He has been like this since day 1. You have never seen him being disrespectful to your parents or to his own. And that is one of the countless charms he has. And that’s also the reason why your parents adore him.

When you came back with your backpack, your parents and Yugyeom were talking about his new choreography. As they were quite focused on his moves as he explained them, no one paid attention to your existence there. You didn’t say anything either and watched them for some time. You thought about how lucky you were and without knowing you were smiling. Then Yugyeom grabbed your suitcase and you were back to the real life.

“Come on, silly.” He giggled and took your backpack. It made your parents laugh.

He said goodbye to them respectfully and went to the car to place down the bags.

“I’ll be there in a second.”

You turned to your parents and said: “I’m sorry that I can’t be with you guys this year. Merry Christmas.” You hugged them tightly.

“Go and have fun, don’t worry. Merry Christmas honey.” Your mom said and your dad continued,

“I’ll cook for your mom, it’s a shame that you’ll miss it.”

“Yeah, what a shame.” Your mom said jokingly and rolled her eyes.

“Go now, you’re going to be late.”

“Okay, I love you guys.”

“We love you too, honey.” You were sure that your mom was going to start crying as soon as you set off.

While you were fastening your seatbelt, you felt your boyfriend’s gaze on you.

You asked him jokingly: “What are you looking at?”

He just smiled and said: “It’s just I am excited.”

On the road you guys were listening to your favorite indie band, 10cm. Since the albums mostly contain soft songs, you eventually fell asleep. The moment Yugyeom realized it, he stopped the car to take a picture of you. Trying to hold back his laughter, he continued driving.

When you opened your eyes, you were alone in the car. You looked around through the window and saw that you were at a gas station, literally in the middle of nowhere. The door was locked, so, you started to feel a little worried. Your eyes looking for Yugyeom outside, you started waiting. After a few seconds he came out holding a cup of coffee. He was talking to someone on the phone, while walking to the car. The moment he saw you awake, he smiled widely.

“You’re finally awake.” He said as he fastened his seatbelt and gave you the coffee he just bought.

“Was that for me?” You knew that it wasn’t but still asked him playfully to see his answer.

“Of course. I knew when you were going to wake up.” He answered in a know-it-all manner.

“It’s okay, we can share it.” Even after two years, such trivial words coming from you make his heart melt. He patted on your head and started driving.

“Who were you talking to?” You took a sip and asked.

“Mom just called for the seventh time.” You didn’t understand why he got annoyed this much and laughed.

Being called more than a few times was understandable in this situation, because it was snowing on the way. They just want to make sure everything is fine.

“Are we close yet?” You asked looking out the window.

“Only 30 minutes left, ma’am. He is adorable when he speaks formally all of a sudden.

The chalet you’ll be staying at was your cousin’s parents’. Since she left for Switzerland to spend the Christmas with her aunt, it was all yours. Yugyeom wanted to take the suitcases upstairs as soon as you guys arrived but you insisted on doing it later and eating dinner first. He was about to whine but then his stomach rumbled.

You laughed. “See, your body agrees with me?” He finally gave in and followed you to the kitchen.

None of you were great at cooking. You could only cook basic things, such as pasta, scrambled eggs and rice. He was worse. Every time he tried to cook his mom would go crazy eventually. And one day, he stopped trying entirely. Thankfully, your cousin knew about this and left you amazing dishes in the refrigerator. All you had to was to microwave them.

While going here and there in the kitchen, Yugyeom watched you from the back leaning on the wall.

At this trivial moment, he realized that you were the most precious person to him. He tried to think of the times before you started darting but he couldn’t. You were the beginning for him.

The days he spends with you are the ones he enjoys the most, even though you don’t do much. Just being with each other is enough. He came to realize that all along he was living his dream life with you.

After watching you a few more minutes, he came to a decision.

You were preparing a salad bowl when he hugged you from the back. His action didn’t surprise you at all, he’s always on you. He kisses your head constantly; he wraps his arms around you suddenly… He’s like a puppy, just likes being by your side while you do your chores and these chores suddenly become bearable. Since you were used to this, you didn’t pay much attention and continued preparing side dishes.

Seeing you unbothered he started speaking with a soft and a low voice.

“It would be great seeing you every evening like this.” He kissed you behind your right ear and you were swooned. It was your weak spot and of course he knew it. His arms still wrapped around your waist and his face on your shoulder.

“At my place.” You were taken aback by these words. He turned you to face him and looked you in the eye. His gaze on you was gentle and a little unconfident.

“What do you say?” He pushed a strand of your hair between your ear and reached to kiss you. The kiss was deeper and lasted longer than you expected.

To be sure what he meant you asked. “Do you mean… Do you want to… like move in together?”

He nodded slowly and smiled. “I have been living in heaven with you, now I realize it. You are the most precious thing in my life. When you’re not with me, my house feels cold and lonely. It doesn’t even feel like it’s mine. It means nothing. But with you it feels like home.”

He took a deep breath. “You are home.” He was about to repeat the question he asked earlier. Not giving him a chance, you place a kiss on his lips, then a quick one on his nose. He smiled foolishly without even opening his eyes. Even though he knew the answer, he needed to hear it.

You whispered to him,

“I would love to.” Upon hearing the answer, which he expected, he lifted you suddenly and started spinning. You both were love drunk at that moment and laughing joyfully.

After feeling nauseous and exhausted he stopped, and you both just sat on the floor. Between breaths he turned to you. His eyes were shining like the moon and the stars. He looked deeply in your eyes, with a big smile on his face. And he said only one thing.

“Thanks.”

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oshbluepacific · 4 years ago

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I Want to Stay

Type: Fluff/Slight Angst

Character: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Words Counted: 3k2+

MASTERLIST . ask/request

You were working on your kitchen table when suddenly you heard the doorbell rang.

“Hang on a second!” You shouted, trying to finish what you were writing on your notepad. You dropped your pen as you were finished before you could scramble yourself towards the door. As soon as you opened the door, you were greeted by a pair of arms wrapped around you, lifting you from the floor. You were surprised but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck with a giggle.

It was your best friend, Kim Yugyeom. You haven’t seen him for 3 months since he’s an international superstar, touring around the world. It was truly a surprised by his visit since he didn’t even tell you that he was back in town.

You could feel Yugyeom hugging you tighter as he brought you back inside, kicking the door closed behind him. He placed you back to the ground once you both were inside.

“I missed you!” He smiled down to you, since he was much more taller than you.

“I missed you too! You’ve been really busy lately.” You told him.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I’m here to make it up to you!” He said excitedly.

He looked over towards the dining table, noticing your laptop and spreadsheets across the table.

“You’re working?” He asked.

You shook your head, letting go from his embrace, walking towards the table before sitting on your spot.

“Um… yeah, just getting stuff done.” You told him, tidying everything up.

“If you want to work first, it’s okay, I’ll wait for you.” He said opening the cabinet where you keep all the cups and glasses. He took one glass before he could take some ice and pour himself some soda.

“No, it’s fine, I can work on them tomorrow.” You told him, as you saved all of your files.

Yugyeom then sat on the chair across from you, taking a sip of his drink. You closed your laptop before could get up and grabbed the glass from Yugyeom finishing the drink.

“You could’ve grabbed one yourself.” He said.

“I don’t want to pile up my dishes.” You told him, pouring the soda to the glass before handing it to Yugyeom. You sat back down on your chair.

“So, what’s up?” You asked him.

“I want to take you out.” Yugyeom said, giving you a bright grin.

You raised your eyebrow but you could feel your heart pounding on your chest.

“What do you mean take me out? Like on a date?” You laughed, but you quickly wanted to know the answer.

“Yeah, something like that…” He shrugged his shoulders. “What do you want to do?”

You looked up, as if you’re thinking of an activity you wanted to do with Yugyeom. You then opened some cabinets and the fridge before turning around, pressing your lips together.

“Wait just a second.” You then rushed towards the guest bathroom before trotting to your room. Checking on your toiletries and other necessities.

You walked out from your room as Yugyeom turned to you.

“I need to do some grocery shopping.” You told him.

“Okay… then what else?” Yugyeom asked.

“Let’s just go out shopping, then we can figure out what to do then.” You suggested.

Yugyeom nodded his head agreeing on your plan.

“Sounds like a plan, get yourself ready then! I don’t have much time you know.” He winked at you with a smile. And with that you walked back to your room to change your clothes.

You decided to put on a white t-shirt with an overalls over it. You tied your hair into a messy bun, pulling some strands down. You put on a white sneaker and brought your tote bag that matched its color.

“Ready.” You said walking out from your room. Yugyeom smiled grew as his eyes landed on you.

“How do I look?” You asked him, looking from your toes then up to his eyes.

“I would say something to insult you, but you look beautiful than ever.” He said, walking closer to you, pushing some strands of your hair behind your ear.

You could feel your cheeks heating with a smile.

“Come on, let’s go before we hit the traffic.” He said, grabbing your hand leading you out from your home.

Yugyeom told him about his tour along the way. It seems like every story he tells you was always exciting to him. He pats your thigh when he got to the best part, and you could see how bright he was. You laughed at how silly the story gets when he told you about how he pranked Jackson with Bam Bam.

“I miss Bam… How’s everyone?” You asked.

Yugyeom looked from left to right before he could make a turn, his eyes focusing on the road. “Everybody’s great, Jinyoung is having meeting on his acting role, Jaebum is sulking himself in the studio, Bam is hitting the gym, Youngjae, Jackson and Mark are living the life.” Yugyeom listed.

“And how are you? I haven’t asked that.” You leaned yoru face closer to Yugyeom.

“I’m happy as ever, because I’m here with you.” He turned to you with a smile.

Yugyeom parked his car before turning of the engine. You both got out from the car and went inside the supermarket.

Yugyeom totted to get a cart as you tried to rake your brain to remember what you need.

“This is why you need a list of the things you need to get” Yugyeom rolled his eyes as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“Shut it, I remember on what I should get.” You told him, stepping away from him.

Yugyeom cling on you for the rest of the day. He would sometimes wrap his arm around you, or maybe joked around that came out so flirtatious. You tried your best not to be pulled by his charms and flirt, and you try to control your rapid beating heartbeat.

“Yugyeom, people are looking…” You whispered, pushing his hands away. When the truth is you don’t want him to let you go.

He stepped away from you acting hurt. “I’ve been away from you… for 3 months, and I can’t hug you while I’m with you? I am hurt!” He acted and you just roll your eyes. When you were picking up toiletries stuff, you realized Yugyeom wasn’t by your side. You pushed cart as you try to look for Yugyeom when you finally found him by the snack aisle.

“Yugyeom…” You walked closer to him, pushing the cart as he turned to you.

“What? I know you’ll be snacking.” He said placing all the snacks in his hands into the cart.

“Yeah, but not this much!” You told him, but you couldn’t help but to say yes to it.

He raised his eyebrow. “(Y/N), sometimes I feel like I know you better than you know yourself… you’ll be finishing all of this by the end of the month!” He told you and you burst into laugheter.

“Alright fine.” You shook your head. He then went to one shelf and picked something up.

“I know this is your favorite, so I thought I’d throw these in too.” He said putting it in the cart. “You got everything that you need?” He asked.

You looked down to your cart that is almost full. “Um… I think that’s all, I hope I didn’t left anything.” You said, biting your bottom lip.

“Then let’s go!”

As the cashier was scanning all of your stuff and the man beside her helped to place everything into the shopping bag. Yugyeom suddenly stood close to you. you reflexively wrap your arms around his and he placed his hand on your hip.

“I have an idea.” He told you.

You looked up to him, raising both of your eyebrows.

“Let’s just get some meals to go, and stay at your place.” He suggested.

“You just want to stay in?” You asked him and he nodded his head.

“My body isn’t fully energetic yet you know, I had a long flight.” He laughed and you joined in.

“Maybe you can teach me how to lose on a little game of Mario Kart.” He winked.

“Oh, I can teach you how to lose of course.” You gave him a mischievous smile.

When you loaded the groceries into the back of Yugyeom’s car, you noticed that there’s still suitcase and a backpack.

“You still have your suitcase in your car?” You asked him confused.

“Um no, the suitcase is just in case I had to leave or something, and the backpack… I’m planning on staying at your place, if that’s okay with you.”

You were surprise but you nodded your head. “Of course it’s okay with me! What do you mean I’m not going to let you stay!” You hit his arm before you could make your way to the passenger seat. Yugyeom settled on the driver’s seat, turning the engine on before he could backed away from the parking space.

There’s this food plaza near your palce, and Yugyeom loved the foor there.

“Okay, let’s split the work—you go get the food, and I’ll go get the coffee, how’s that.” You told him.

“I don’t know… I don’t like the idea of you leaving me…” He pouted and you just rolled your eyes. “But okay, if it’ll make it faster because… oh yeah, the place is packed.” Yugyeom said, as soon as he parked at the food plaza.

“Okay then, what do you want?” Yugyeom asked.

“Anything just, make sure it’s not too spicy, my stomach is kind of a wreck because one of my co-worker gave me a spoiled food last week.”

“Gotcha, and I’ll have americano for my coffee.” He said and you nodded your head. “Meet me back here for about…” Yugyeom looked at watch on his wrist. “for about 20 minutes.”

“Okay.” before you could get out of the car, Yugyeom leaned in planting a kiss on youe cheek before he got out form the car. You got out of the car as well before you could rushed your steps towards the coffee place, hiding your flushed cheeks from Yugyeom.

15 minutes later, you got your coffee and also some cakes, in case either you or Yugyeom wanted a sweet craving. About 10 minutes later, Yugyeom came to vision with a plastic bag filled with food.

“You sure bought a lot.” You told him.

“You bought coffee and cakes, no different right?” He asked him.

“I thought we would have some sweet tooth, so I bought some.” You told him. He chuckled before he could unlock his car and get on the driver’s seat. You placed the cakes carefully on the back seat as he placed the plastic back on the back too. You gave him his coffee and he quickly took a sip of it. Before he could drove back to your place.

The drive back to your place wasn’t long, Yugyeom pulled over on your driveway, parking his car next to yours. He helped you carry all of the groceries into your house. He placed the groceries on the kitchen island. He helped you putting everything away to its place before he could go back to his car and return with his backpack.

“Do you want me to help you prepare for dinner?” Yugyeom asked, standing behind you.

“You can just go shower, I’ll prepare for dinner.” You told him, the containers out from the plastic bag.

“Okay then.” Yugyeom nodded his head before he could plant a kiss on your temple. “Get ready for some intense Mario Kar! Because I’m going to kick your ass this time loser!” He winked, as you giggled watching him rushed to your room.

You placed 2 plates and drink with a bottle of soda on the coffee table with the foods that Yugyeom had bought for the two of you. Just as you were finishing up, Yugyeom appeared form your room wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a blue flannel pyjama top. His hands were still trying to dry his hair with a towel before he could place it on the top of his head.

“Go get your shower, I’ll make the space more comfortable.” He said, motioning to your room and you nodded your head.

“Okay, just turn on the Switch, so when I’m done, we can race!” You told him. He could see the excitement in your eyes ad you said before you skipped towards your room to take a shower.

You decided to put on an oversized hoodie with a pair of shorts before you could walk out from your room. You noticed Yugyeom had turn most of the lights on and the only source of light was from the kitchen and the bright TV screen. He placed most of the throw pillows on the floor so that you both have comfortable seating. You didn’t realize that he also took a blanket from your closet.

Yugyeom who was already sitting on the floor, looked over his shoulder with a smile.

“Come on competition, Let’s get this done!” He said with much optimistic in his voice.

Really, it was an intense Mario Kartracing, midst of the screen loading and celebratory, the both of you would laughed and much down on the food that you’ve prepared. Yugyeom would let out a cuss everytime he came second place, and the fact is that you were on winning streak.

“You’re cheating.” He noted, turning his face to you.

“How can you cheat on a Maio Kart?!” You laughed, before you could take a bite out of the chicken tender.

“Switch character—I’m not accepting this bullshit.” He grumbled and you just laughed even more.

You did switch character from Mario to Toad, while Yugyeom used Yoshi as his character. But still… you won first place.

“I’m done playing…” he grumbled, pouting his lips as he leaned his back against the couch.

You giggled as you placed your controller on the table and moved closer to him. He placed his arm around your waist, letting out a sigh as he leaned his cheek on the top of you head. You swrapped your arms around his stomach before Yugyeom moved his arm.

“Sorry, let me just…” He grabbed the blanket behind you before spreading it so that the both of your were under the covers.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting the Mario Karttheme song played in the background.

“You tried…” You teased, your finger touching his face. Yugyeom rolled his eyes before he grabbed your hand, caresses it with his thumb.

“You’re not planning on going anywhere tomorrow right?” He asked, looking down to you. You shook your head.

“No, nothing to do, why are you asking?” You told him. He stayed quiet.

“Gyeom…” You pulled away from his embrace, but his hand still holding yours. “Are you okay?” You asked him.

He gave you a weak smile before he could tug you back into his arms, He wrapped his arms around you as you straddle your legs between his.

You felt his taking a deep breath on your shoulder before his hot breath could hit you.

“I just missed you so much…” He whispered.

You wanted to throw on a joke but you felt like this isn’t the right time, so you struggled your arms out wrapping it around his neck.

“Well I’m here with you right now, you’re spending the night here… we’ve been spending half the day together too.” You told him

“I know…” He pulled his face away so that he could take a look at you.

You could see the tears pooling in his eyes and you moved your hadns to cup his face.

“Yugyeom-ii… don’t cry come on! I’m here with you.” You try to cheer him off he chuckled tears rolled over his cheek. I quickly wipe them with my thumbs.

The last time Yugyeom was breaking down like this was when he was leaving for tour. He came to your house, suddenly, but when the night hits, he cried saying he doesn’t want to leave.

“That suitcase wasn’t from last time isn’t it?” You asked him. And he just pursed his lips. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you? When?” You asked him straight to the point.

“I’ll be leaving in two days.” He confessed, and you nodded your head. “And I want to spend my two days with you, if that’s alright with you.” He said, dropping his face.

You couldn’t help but to feel sad with him. He was always so cheerful, and so mischievous. But behind all of it, he was just a small, fragile boy. With a small smile, you lift his face so that his eyes met yours.

“I am actually offended that you had to ask—of course you can! You can stay here as long as you want.” You told him with a light laugh.

He did as well before he could hug you again, burying his face on your neck.

“I love you (Y/N)…” He whispered.

“I love you too Gyeom.”

“No, no, really I mean it.” He pulled away. “I’ve been thinking about while I was on tour, since we’ve been close with each other, I’ve been keeping my feelings away from you. And while I was on tour I thought about telling you, but then I thought it was a bad idea, but then when I got back I just—” Yugyeom stopped talking due to your lips suddenly pressed against his. He was surprise at first, but he happily kissed you back.

His lips tasted like sweet sarsaparilla soda. When you felt he slipped his tongue in you smiled midkiss but you still enjoy every movement of his lips. When he pulled away to catch his breath, you could feel your cheeks heating up before you could cover your lips.

“What?” Yugyeom asked, his hand holding your back.

“No, nothing, just a bit embarrassed, I was shocked that I did that.” You laughed.

“But did you regret it?” He asked, feeling nervous.

You gave him a smile shaking your head. “No.” You told him. “I love you too Yugyeom, and I really mean it… I was afraid that things would change, but since you confessed and then I cut you off.” He chuckled, “I’m willing to give this a shot.”

“That’s enough for a green card for me.” He said connecting his lips back to yours and you smiled before you lightly push him away.

“So wait, I’m your girlfriend?”

“And I’m your boyfriend!” He said proudly.

“Huh…” You looked away.

“Why? What?” He asked, suddenly all nervous.

“I can’t believe that the day you asked me to be your girlfriend, you’ll be leaving me in two days.” You joked.

“Sorry…” He said, pouting. You laughed.

“I was just teasing… I have no problem with that.” You told him. “You’re mind for two days, right?” You asked him.

Yugyeom raised his eyebrow before he could grab your hand and tackled you to the floor as you giggled. He hovers on top of you. leaning down to toyou a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Oh, I’m your not just for two days… I’m yours forever and will always be your rival at Mario Karttoo.” He winked.

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yyparkq · 5 years ago

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cuffed

Since you decided to end your arrangement with Jackson six months ago with respect to his newfound girlfriend, you exerted an awful lot of effort to stop yourself from coming back to him every time you’re feeling lonely. Depriving your own self of mindblowing orgasms takes too much of your energy and willpower but thankfully you manage to get by with toys to play with yourself…and occasional hookups from blind dates.

Never in your whole life has your current situation crossed your mind. Even as you usually roleplay and engage in kinks, you never imagined being stuck in a situation so frustrating and embarrassing—thanks for the drought brought to you by the demands of your career and the lack of trustworthy dudes around you to satisfy you.

In your apartment, you have a magnificent view of the setting sun painting the sky a mixed hue of orange and magenta at the veranda, one of your favorite places to spend time contemplating about things. Now is definitely not that time, though. Not when you’re stark naked on your bed with one of your wrists handcuffed in one of your bedposts after your fuck for the night—who turns out to be having a pregnant girlfriend—left you alone in a hurry to attend to some emergency situation just before going down on you.

The situation infuriates the hell out of you. You were too blindsided by your sexual needs earlier that you simply agree to the man’s requests, even if it meant being tied up while being fucked. As soon as you reached your apartment, articles of your clothing were discarded quickly and your wrist ended up being cuffed. The man you were with excused himself for a while when his phone didn’t stop ringing. You expected him to turn his phone off and resume touching your body but to your surprise, you saw him peeking at your door, fully dressed again and with a look of panic and terror in his eyes. Within a few feet away from you, he told you that he actually has a girlfriend and that she’s at the hospital right now about to give birth to their child. What a douche.

You were too shocked to respond immediately and just let him get his way only to remember that your hands are remotely tied as soon as you heard your front door shut.

It was one of those times when you wish you were in your normal logical self. You could have saved yourself the trouble if you noticed immediately that one of your wrists is bound. Looking around the room, you found the nearest piece of clothing you previously wore six feet away from you, too impossible for you to barely reach. The only thing that you could use at that point to cover yourself is the bed sheets where you were lain on.

You couldn’t stay like that forever. You need to act and think quickly before you could actually spend the night helpless in your own apartment.

Fortunately, you noticed that your smartwatch remained fastened around your other wrist—the free wrist—and you were able to call and ask someone for help. You’re too embarrassed to call just anyone so you managed to narrow your list to the two most trustworthy people in your life—your two best friends. The first resort is your girl best friend from college. She’s been one of the constant people in your life and you’re fairly confident the situation will not faze your friendship and she will not judge you at all. But she wasn’t picking up your calls and you’re slowly getting anxious so you opt to phone the other person on your list—Jackson Wang.

As if he’s been waiting for you to call at that moment, Jackson picks up his phone only after a ring. You sighed in relief as you heard his familiar voice on the other line, your stomach tied in knots as you spoke to him, asking him to come over to your apartment immediately, not disclosing the situation yet because you’re too ashamed.

Jackson must have sensed the urgency in your voice even though you tried to act cool since it took him only less than an hour to reach your house. He let himself in using your old passcode he knew very well by heart.

He was dumbfounded when he arrived and saw the situation you are in. For almost five minutes, he was laughing his ass off looking at you and not even bothering to free your wrist from the restraints.

Oh god, you miss him terribly. It’s almost half a year since you’ve been in the same room and in this close proximity with this man and you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him one bit. After all, he has the ability to cloud your mind any time of the day; most especially at night when you’re lonely and craving someone’s touch.

“So,” he says and clears his throat before continuing. “You need my help?”

You roll your eyes, reminded of how annoying he could be when he’s not pleasing you on the bed. “Why do you think I called you here then? To mock the shit out of me? Get the fucking keys on the kitchen counter, Jackson. Please. For goodness sake!”

He cocks an eyebrow at your tone.

“No, I thought you’re horny and that motherfucker didn’t even get to touch you? You know I’d be glad to help you with your release,” he says, reaching out to caress your thighs on top of the sheets.

You know. To be honest, a part of you hoped you could spend the night with him. He’s irreplaceable. You never found a guy as good as Jackson does make you feel when it comes to bed. Though you never really told him, he’s set the standard too high for all the other guys and you’re evidently struggling because of it. Most guys you dated to fill in the void of him doesn’t come as close to him. They all prioritized their own releases and hardly even cared whether you reached yours or not. It’s frustrating.

You let your free hand clutch the material draped on your chest and feel your heart thump loudly as his hand inched closer to the apex of your thighs. You’re afraid he might feel the wetness still dripping out of your core. After hearing his voice on the other line after a long time, you were reminded of how good he could make you feel with his tongue and hands working wonders on your body and you can’t help but touch yourself once again, having a little fun of your own.

Jackson lifts the cover from your body and you almost shriek when the cold air nip against your flushed skin. Your legs attempt to close together in reflex but both his hands immediately stop it. He takes a good look at your core and smirks at the way your juices were smeared between your legs, visibly staining the light gray sheets beneath you.

“I thought he didn’t even touch you and yet you’re here dripping wet,” he squints at the realization. “Did you touch yourself?” he asks, thumbing between your folds to gather your wetness and bringing his own fingers to his lips.

You stare as Jackson licked your juices off his fingers clean. His eyes turning darker with lust as you moan at the sight of him. At this point, you can feel your core burning with desire more than ever and you couldn’t care less whether or not his pronounced girlfriend finds out about the two of you fucking behind her back. You want him back. He was yours to begin with, anyway.

“I asked you, baby.”

Your pussy clenched at the hoarseness of his voice and you groaned at the fact that nothing’s still inside you. “Fuck me, Jackson.”

“Were you thinking about that motherfucker while touching yourself? You know you can’t get what you want unless you answer my question.”

“God damn it. I was thinking of you. Shit—” you scream when he slaps your pussy quite harshly.

He’s definitely enjoying this. “Watch your words, baby. Now, tell me, what was I doing when you were touching yourself?” he asks before lightly patting your core to ease the pain.

“When—when you..when you ate my pussy during your girlfriend’s birthday party,” you stutter.

He smirks, recalling how he devoured your pussy inside the house while his girlfriend attended to her guests at the party. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.”

The memory and the sight of you squirming beneath him was enough for Jackson to undress to take out his dick and stroke it a few times before running the tip along your folds to lubricate himself.

“You’re still on pill?” he asks and you nod. He hovers over you on the bed.

Jackson kisses you before finally sheathing himself inside of you. He pants and stops moving for a while, letting you adjust around his girth for a few seconds, before thrusting into you. “Fucking tight. I miss you,” he whispers to your ear and lightly bites on the sensitive area of your neck. His hands roam around your body before settling one to play on your clit and the other to massage your breast and pinch your nipple.

Jackson fucked you fast and hard, filling you up deliciously after six fucking months.

The room is filled with your heavy pants and mixed noises of skin slapping against skin and metal clacking of the handcuffs against the bedpost. Your bounded wrist starting to ache but you didn’t mind.

You bite your lip and grip Jackson’s hair harder as you feel yourself nearing your release. “I’m about to cum—fuck, Jackson—stop..oh my god.”

“Good girl,” Jackson praises you for cumming so hard and fast but did not waver with his thrusts.

You quiver and try to stop his hips from moving but he still continues to pound into you, lifting your left leg up and positioning himself from your behind this time. You’re twice as helpless with having only one hand free.

“I want you to cum again, baby girl,” he groans to your ear. His thrusts are getting sloppier signaling his release. He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you came right after him.

Jackson stays buried inside of you for a few more minutes as you two try to catch your breath. Eventually, he gets up and retrieves the keys to your handcuffs from the pocket of his pants.

You stare at him in disbelief. “You had the fucking keys all this time?”

“Yes, I saw it on the couch,” he smirks and unlocks the metal.

“Then why didn’t you remove this shit earlier you motherfucker,”

“You know how much I enjoy seeing you beg baby.”

Jackson grabs a towel from your drawer and cleans you up, not missing the chance to tease you once in a while. He inspects your previously bounded wrists and places light kisses around the marked area.

You were almost touched by the gesture until you remember his girlfriend and the shit you just did behind her back.

“Hey, what about…your girlfriend?” you try to play it cool. Honestly, you don’t even remember her name by now.

“Yeah, we broke up two months ago,” he says nonchalantly.

Two months ago? And he didn’t bother telling you?

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thealternateuniverse · 1 month ago

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Sort it out

A/N: It was so hectic last week (my birthday and everything) but here is some Mark fic. I got caught up in work so the ideas were not running the past few days.

Pairing/s: Mark Tuan x reader

Warnings: none

You were downing shots like it was the last alcohol on Earth.

"Calm down, Y/N… What’s got you so worked up?" Your friend plucked the glass from your hand.

"Nothing." You shrugged, dodging the follow-up questions.

You didn’t want to talk about it. Not yet. Not when you and your boyfriend hadn’t even addressed it yourselves.

Your friend didn’t press further, only sighing. "At least slow down."

You nodded, but the lump in your throat was growing. You felt like crying at any moment. Mark didn’t feel like your boyfriend anymore. Hell, he barely even felt present in your life. Did he even care that you were here? Did he even remember he had a girlfriend?

Mark Tuan, your boyfriend of seven years—had been practically MIA for three weeks. Not literally, of course. He was just… caught up in his own world, forgetting that you existed in it.

You understood his life was hectic. Celebrity things. That’s how it had always been, and for seven years, you’d accepted it because you knew what you signed up for. He always made time for you. Never once had he made you feel neglected. Until now.

So what changed?

Would it kill him to send a simple update? A check-in? The bare minimum?

You were tired. And you were starting to wonder if this was even worth it anymore.

"How are you and Mark? I heard his group is going on tour," another friend asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You weren’t sure what made you wince—the sharp burn of vodka or the fact that this was the first time you were hearing about it.

"We’re good. Yeah, probably. We haven’t talked about it yet," you replied flatly, making it clear you didn’t want to discuss it. But apparently, some people didn’t know how to read the room.

"Oh, he hasn’t told you yet?"

Your other friend elbowed the one who spoke, sensing the tension.

"He mentioned it once," you muttered, brushing it off. But your fingers twitched as you checked your phone again. No messages. Of course.

"Let’s go dance, guys!"

Thank God. A distraction.

You let the music consume you, moving like you were in a Charli XCX music video wild, carefree, reckless. If Mark was too busy to care, why should you?

"Holy shit. Look who just walked in."

The four of you stopped dancing, following the direction your friend pointed.

And there he was. Mark. Along with Bambam, Jackson, and Yugyeom.

They were trying to be discreet, caps pulled low, hoodies up but you knew him anywhere. He wore a white cap and a black shirt, looking like they had come straight from the studio.

Your stomach twisted. He had time for this? He couldn’t send a single text, but he could show up here?

Then, as if the past three weeks hadn’t happened, Mark met your gaze and… waved.

He waved.

Like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn’t the reason you were drowning in vodka.

He motioned toward their booth, expecting you to follow, but you were too pissed to even acknowledge him. So instead, you turned away and kept dancing, letting the music swallow your frustration.

Your friends exchanged looks but went along with it.

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Later, as you settled back into your couch, tipsy and giggling, the mood shifted when they showed up at your table.

Mark. Bambam. Jackson. Yugyeom.

Mark’s eyes were locked on you. And he seems to be patiently waiting for you to go back on your table.

"Hi, ladies. Hope you don’t mind us crashing your night out," Jackson said smoothly, ever the social butterfly.

"We really don’t. Sup, Jack?"

Pleasantries were exchanged, and you nodded towards the guys in greeting. But Mark… Mark didn’t look away. He seemed to be waiting for a chance to talk to you alone.

Too bad you weren’t in the mood for that.

"Why don’t we all dance?" Bambam suggested, but his lingering glance between you and Mark didn’t go unnoticed.

"Sure. But won’t people recognize you guys?"

"Nah. Most of them are drunk anyway."

"If you say so. Y/N?"

All eyes turned to you.

"I’ll be right behind you," you said, staying planted in your seat.

They headed to the dance floor, leaving you and Mark alone.

You poured another shot, staring at the glass as if it held answers.

"Baby…"

You didn’t look up.

"You’re drunk," he murmured.

"Obviously."

"Let’s go home?"

"Good. So you still remember where that is? Thought you went astray."

Mark sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I’m sorry."

"Yeah."

"I mean it. There’s been a lot going on—"

"Oh, I know. So much that you forgot to come home? Or even text your girlfriend?"

His jaw tightened. "Let’s talk properly when we get home."

You exhaled sharply, downing the vodka.

Maybe. Maybe not.

"I need a break, Mark."

Your voice was flat, emotionless. But the weight of those words made Mark’s eyes widen in panic.

"What—no. Let’s talk properly first," he rushed out, desperation creeping into his tone.

You let out a bitter laugh. "Don’t you get it? You were gone for three fucking weeks. Barely a reply, barely a call. But you had time to be here?" You gestured around the club, anger bubbling over. "Seriously? I’m starting to wonder if I’m your girlfriend or just some dog waiting for scraps of attention."

His jaw clenched.

"Baby… I’m really sorry. We—"

He bit his lip, stopping himself. Holding something back.

And that only pissed you off more.

You huffed, standing up, crossing your arms. "We need a break, Mark."

His entire body tensed.

"So we can figure out if this is even worth continuing," you added. "That way, you can think and move freely—without having to remember that you have someone waiting for you."

"I'm sorry…" Mark exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Me and the boys… we’re working on something so we can finally be free."

Your brows furrowed. "What?"

He hesitated, then cursed under his breath. "Damn, I wasn’t supposed to say anything while the case is ongoing, but… it’s you, baby. This is for you."

Your head spun—maybe from the alcohol, maybe from his words. Either way, nothing was making sense.

"I don’t understand what you mean," you mumbled.

Mark sighed, his grip tightening on your wrist as if grounding you. "We’re leaving the company. And JayB is fighting to make sure we keep our rights."

Your jaw dropped.

"W-what?! Are you guys insane?" Your voice rose, disbelief cutting through the haze. "You worked for this your whole lives and now you’re just—"

Mark’s hands found your arms, rubbing soothing circles.

"Baby…" His voice softened. "If this job means I can’t spend time with you, then I don’t want it."

Your heart skipped.

"But don’t worry," he added quickly. "We’re not disbanding. Think of it as… leaving the nest. We’ll still come back as a group. But we need this to pursue what we love, on our terms."

Your chest tightened. This was huge. Bigger than your relationship issues, bigger than the past three weeks.

And he had been carrying it all alone.

""Oh my God, Mark! I’m so sorry! You could’ve at least said something!"

Mark chuckled, but you didn’t find it funny. Guilt gnawed at you for assuming the worst, for thinking he had simply stopped caring—when, in reality, he and the boys had been fighting for something that could cost them everything they had worked for since they were teenagers.

"I knew you’d be here," he admitted. "That’s why we came."

Your stomach flipped. A mix of emotions swirled inside you. He cared. He cared so much that he was doing all of this for himself, for the group, for you.

"I’m sorry for being MIA," he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheek. "And I promise, I’ll make it up to you. Big time."

Your head dipped slightly, overwhelmed, but Mark gently lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his arms.

"I’m sorry for making you feel that way," he whispered against your hair. "It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure to update you, always."

You let out a shaky breath before burying your face into his chest, arms tightening around him.

"I think we need to go home," you mumbled.

Mark chuckled, the sound vibrating through you.

"I figured." He pulled back slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Let’s grab something to eat first, okay?"

You nodded, and after saying goodbye to your friends who exchanged knowing glances but didn’t protest.

You and Mark found yourselves at a gas station at 3 AM, sharing greasy fast food.

Talking. Catching up. Planning the days ahead.

For the first time in weeks, everything felt right again. You let out a soft sigh, the weight that had been lingering on your chest beginning to lift. You missed him—his laugh, the way his jokes always managed to make you smile, and most of all, just having him around. You could almost hear his voice in your head, teasing you with one of his playful remarks.

"I swear, I have the best jokes in the world. You just wait."

You smiled at the thought, imagining how he'd grin that goofy, endearing grin of his.

Soon, you told yourself. Soon, he'd be by your side again, and this distance between you two would finally fade. You couldn’t wait to have him all to yourself, to wrap up the lingering tension in your relationship and just be together, uninterrupted.

And when that moment came, you knew it would feel like home again.

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agustdef · 4 years ago

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That Couple

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning: Mildly suggestive behavior.

Rating: PG-13

My Lovely Beta: @hobeemin

A/N: This is going to turn into a oneshot series. So... look out for that. LOL

“If you make me run through this again, we’re going to have a problem,” YN said right as Ariana Grande’s Positions began to play through the speakers.

The dancers behind her all nodded, but it was in the way they began dancing to the song that told her that they truly heard her. Every move was what it should have been with everyone’s own flair. They all moved where they should when they should and didn’t lose energy at any point as they performed. At a certain point, she stopped focusing on them and focused on herself as she danced with them.

Watching yourself through a mirror was a weird out of body experience, but over the years YN had gotten used to it and managed not to focus too much on her face as she watched. The mask that she wore also helped her out a great deal with the temptation that arose sometimes. Plus, she wanted to see if she herself was on par with what she expected from the others.

All that focus made the song pass quickly and then brought on the collapse of everyone, except her, onto the floor.

“And to think if you’d just done that six run throughs ago you’d already be off living your lives,” YN joked.

That earned some groans and curses from the girls, but they knew she was right. She’d only wanted about two hours to run through their performance for an upcoming concert and they’d done well until they got to Positions which was why she’d had them go over it more times than anything else.

They probably hated her a little, but she wanted to ensure they were prepared. A K-Pop group’s first concert was one to remember for everyone and could change how people saw them if they gave great performances or phoned it in. And having worked with many groups that ended up disbanding or not reaching the heights they could always made YN work harder to ensure the next group or artist did as well as they could.

And she thought that the girls she was working with were capable of greatness. Even as they crawled across the floor to grab their towels and water bottles.

YN smiled. “We’re done for the day, but I want y’all to do another run through before the day is over and twice tomorrow. Don’t repeat things, just go through the whole setlist to ensure that you have it. I know a lot of this is new choreography, so it takes a bit to sink in. But you’re doing really well.”

That seemed to give them a bit more energy and after a few more minutes of pulling it together, they packed up their things and left with promises to do as they were told. And with them and their managers gone it left YN on her own in the studio.

She didn’t mind it much and was happy to get some time to herself before she had other things to do. Especially since it had been so long since she’d had a moment to dance because she wanted to be silly for over a month. Work was a lot and she either created for someone else, taught, or danced in the background for something. By no means did she see that as a bad thing, because three years prior twenty-six-year-old Lisa struggled to keep consistent work, but it was all so tiring. By the end of most days, she ended up in bed or wanting to do anything but dance.

So, with her little window of time, she decided that was the time. YN redid the ponytail because she’d sweated and her hair got bigger, downed some water, and reapplied lotion to her elbows. The things were a darker brown than the rest of her from how often she hit them or did a move that had her pressing them into the floor. It was annoying, but not the end of the world.

Once ready she put her playlist on shuffle, turned the volume up, and got to it.

The first few songs were slower, which meant she had to adapt from all the more intense moves she’d done earlier. She was intentional and fluid with her moves, finding herself wrapped up in the music and truly just vibing. So, into it and watching herself that she ended up ripping off her mask and throwing it to the side, not even bothered by the sudden view of her full face.

However, despite the way those songs made her feel it wasn’t enough. YN needed more. She needed something that hit hard or something that allowed her to be a bit freer with what she was doing, so she stopped dancing and switched playlists to something that lacked the slower tempo songs. And the first song out of the gate rewarded her.

Ciara’s Goodies played and she danced the routine she’d learned as a kid for competitions. It was the first one she’d been allowed to choreograph herself and it had gotten her a high mark. Plus, it was just fun to fall back into something she knew so very well and thought was funny as hell.

From there it was more upbeat songs that she’d performed in the past or didn’t have a routine at all. It was just her moving however she wanted and she lived for it.

About five songs into her second playlist the door to the room opened and she almost stopped until she noticed that it was just Monster Woo and his crew of dancers plus a few friends. She simply nodded at him and continued what she was doing. None of them interrupted her, in fact, they shouted greetings and cheered her on as she went.

Until Megan Thee Stallion’s Circles came on and then as if they’d practiced for that moment two of them - friends of hers - joined in to perform the dance they’d worked on the week the song had been dropped. It wasn’t something they taught or performed ever, just something that they did for fun.

YN was so into it and having so much fun that she didn’t notice more people enter the room, let alone who was amongst those people.

And she continued to not notice as the song ended because as each new one came on there was a different set of people joining her to dance along to them. Until Bruno Mar and Anderson .Paak’s Leave The Door Open came on and then they left her there. She hadn’t met with any of them to dance to it and though they seemed to move off to the side to do something they had they left her front and center.

The song had been her love for two weeks and though her first dance moves alongside it had been a slow dance with her boyfriend, they both came up with something for it together later so that’s what she went with but solo.

Sensual and smooth was what the song was, so she matched that and found an easy groove in it. She was so into it that she barely looked into the mirror and almost missed the approach of someone behind her. However, she saw a hat fly and her gaze met theirs in the mirror.

He saw her the moment she noticed him and smiled, something she returned despite her still dancing along. Not that he left her alone for long, just as the last line of the pre-chorus hit his arms were wrapped around her waist and he helped her spin to face him.

Though YN felt a flutter in her stomach as she looked up at him and wanted to stay there for a while longer she didn’t. They moved into the next moves with ease and danced what they’d come up with in perfect harmony. Albeit while probably being a little too intimate with the moves.

Not that anyone complained.

“Get it Yugyeom!”

“Yes, YN! Yes.”

And other encouragements were yelled out as they danced and even after they finished.

YN was used to them being like that when she did anything remotely sexy, especially when Monster Woo was in the area. The man enjoyed trying to make her blush and had succeeded a few times, though only usually when Yugyeom was present and dancing with her.

And that time was no different. The final position was similar to the move that Yugyeom had joined her with, but their faces were much closer. And since she could feel his breath on her face and could see the way he smiled at her she couldn’t help the way her cheeks burned. Though that kind of went out of the window once Yugyeom leaned down and kissed her lips. YN returned it with enthusiasm and only pulled away when she grew tired of the gagging noises.

After they were apart they moved to the side to let the others continue dancing to whatever played. Yugyeom laced their fingers together and didn’t let go even when they’d found a place to stand.

“I thought you would have been gone before we got here,” he said.

She shook her head. “No. Something got moved and so I don’t have anything until later and it’s just me recording the moves for another group plus a few errands.”

For a moment Yugyeom pouted, which was beyond cute, but it confused YN.

“What’s wrong?”

“You left me alone in bed this morning. Didn’t even give me a kiss goodbye.”

The pouting intensified after that and YN laughed, throwing her head back a little. She’d been in a rush to get to work and he’d gotten to bed late so she’d let him sleep in. But she was being wrongly accused.

“Just because you weren’t awake for the kiss, does not mean the kiss didn’t happen. I gave your cute little lips multiple kisses before I left. You just didn’t wake up for any of them.”

That made him flustered, the pout vanishing as he fought down a smile and looked anywhere but at her. YN loved doing that to him, though she knew he would get his revenge on her later.

“That -” Yugyeom started only to be interrupted.

“So, you do have a thing for older women,” Jay Park said.

Just from hearing his voice, YN rolled her eyes, but then when she turned to face the little intruder she couldn’t help but do it again.

“It’s literally a two-year difference,” YN said.

Jay waved her off and focused on Yugyeom who’d gotten a little shyer about things when he was being confronted head on. It didn’t help that it was Jay and Loco who were staring him down.

“You could have just told us it was little YN, man. We know her. She’s cool people,” Loco said as he reached out to lightly poke YN’s cheek right where her dimple rested. A habit he’d gotten after he stopped gushing about how deep it was.

“I told you I was going to tell you at the end of the week. It’s not like I was keeping it a secret. We were just going to tell people outside of those who know at our own pace.”

“GOT7 knows? JYPE staff?” Jay asked.

Yugyeom nodded and that made Jay frown, but he didn’t say anything and before anyone could break the weird silence Blackpink’s Pretty Savage came on, and just like that YN was gone to dance again.

That left Yugyeom watching on again and YN threw him a wink every so often since they’d changed the choreography up quite a bit and that left for more sensual moves.

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mystaracrosstheuniverse · 4 years ago

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Last Piece 2.

title. Last Piece pairing. GOT7 JB x Reader genre. slice of life, romance, attempts at comedy, angst warnings. cursing, jb being a cute cat dad, reader is hella awkward but so is he, mentions of anxiety, GOT7 members being hella extra bc they are summary. As an English teacher from abroad, you get a lot of perks. One of the best ones is that you live in an apartment for free. Another perk seems to be the elusive, attractive man who lives two floors above you… Though his cats seem to prefer your apartment over his. And so does his mail, which makes you travel to his place pretty often regardless of whether he wants to see you or not.

new beginnings master post.

part one. part two.

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Ever since that first package drop off, you’ve run into Jaebum quite a few times. Living in the same building and occasionally getting each other’s mail definitely attributed to the frequency, and you were thankful for it. While you’re sure the male wouldn’t really consider the two of you friends, you liked to call him a “not quite but almost friend”... Not to his face but to your own friends and to yourself. Maybe occasionally to his cats. Speaking of his cats, you’ve met more than just Odd and Nora at this point. Nora seemed to be the jealous type, wanting her dad’s attention to herself, and would push the younger ones out of the apartment as Jaebum would come and go. The amount of times you’ve found Odd or Kunta wandering around the hall made you wonder how the man didn’t ever notice his oldest child bullying her siblings. Other times he gets your mail, having it been delivered to him on accident somehow. You’d never live down the time he got a huge package from your grandparents, an amused smirk across his face as he brought it to you. “Forget some things back home?” He had teased, setting the package down on your counter. Your face was bright red, unable to string together a coherent sentence because you didn’t want him to think you were forgetful, but then again you kind of were but what if -- “Hey, I’m just teasing, Y/N.” He had said, gentler this time, “I know it must be nice to have someone back home who cares about you.” You had just nodded, your heartbeat evening out slowly as you chatted for a few more minutes before he hurried off. He was a bit gentler for a few days after, as if scared to get that reaction out of you again. You appreciated it. You hoped that one day you’d be able to not have that instant reaction to panic over a small comment. Since then, you’ve been trying to gather up the courage to ask if he wants to hang out for lunch or something. Every time you get close, you end up chickening out. And every time you cursed yourself, because you just wanted to be his friend -- something about him made you want to be around him. Today, though, you just wanted to get to work. You had planned a big interactive activity for your class today and you wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Hurrying down the stairs, you made sure you had everything in your bag before leaving the building. As you looked up, you noticed someone just barely walking ahead of you. Jaebum. Immediately your mind went through possible scenarios, from saying hello to quietly avoiding him, maybe even -- “Do you want to get lunch or something later Jae???” Oh no. Oh no. Your mouth decided for you. Not only that, you addressed him so casually even though he’s older, he’s definitely going to hate you -- Was... that a laugh? You focused her attention back on him, seeing him looking amused and a half smile on his face. You ignored the small catch in your throat and pushed away the thought of how nice he looked. “Sure, give me your phone and we’ll plan something.” You don’t even remember handing over your device or him adding himself to your contacts, but a few minutes later he gave you a little finger salute and a promise to message you later for planning. “Im Jaebum” the contact read in kakaotalk, simple and to the point, much like the man you were hoping to befriend. As you mentally patted yourself on the back for not crying, you glanced at the time on your phone before cursing loudly in your native language and running off to the subway. You were going to be late. Despite you thinking that you totally had your excitement under control, your co-teacher and students definitely thought otherwise. “Teacher, why can’t you sit still? Don’t you ... much sit down?” Sangmin, one of your fourth graders, attempted to ask. You smiled and gently corrected him, saying you liked to sit down very much, but don’t ‘always’ do it. He bashfully nodded and bowed his head down to talk with his desk partner about the dialogue you’d given out for discussion. “They’re right you know,” You jumped before recognizing the voice of your co-teacher, Taeyeon, “You’re acting like you’ve drank the Ediya shop out of stock.” Oh. Perhaps you were flitting about the room more, babbling a little to yourself and to your students, and constantly looking over at your desk where you kept your phone while class was in session. “I just... I made a friend.” You admitted, “You know, the guy from my apartment building?” Taeyeon raised an eyebrow, looking at you skeptically. “I know I’ve asked this, but you sure you don’t like him more than a friend? It’s not like we’re not friends and you don’t have friends, Y/N.” See you KNEW this but one of your biggest anxieties and fears was that you’d never be able to make friends outside of work or your past. Because, like Christian had always reassured you, you were a wonderful sweetheart but you were so hard to talk to because you were always so nervous. It made it hard. “I really just want to meet his cats... Except Nora because she seems mean.” You noted, not really answering the question but in your mind, it was sufficient. Having worked with you and had recently made herself your friend, Taeyeon knew this was probably the best she was going to get out of you and just left it be. You’d figure it out eventually and she knew she’d be one of the first to know. She still couldn’t help but question it when she saw you light up at a notification on your phone. ‘Want to meet up after your work and eat some chicken? I know a good place.’

___________________________________________________________ You forgot why you were so worried about hanging out with Jaebum in the first place. Talking with him, after the initial awkward greeting, was coming really easily to you. You only hoped he felt the same, it seemed so. “So why Korea, hm?” Jaebum had asked, looking over at you as he drank his water. You chewed your food thoughtfully before swallowing. It was a question often asked, but it never bothered you to answer it. “I fell in love with this country the first week I came here, back in school.” You explained, “I’ve only ever felt at home in one other place, and it was with my grandparents. But when I came here... it just felt right, you know? Like fate was telling me to come here. So I wanted to come back after figuring out what I wanted to do.” Jaebum listened well, nodding along as you spoke. “I see. And you found teaching was it?” You nodded. “I love what I do, even more so that I get to do it in the place that feels like home.” A small smile creeped along his face, and you coughed to distract yourself from staring. “So what do you do, Im Jaebum?” After finding out that he HATED being addressed by his full name, especially by someone younger than him (which you were by a year), you couldn’t resist. You had to. “I’m a freelancer. I do a lot of music production work or lyricist support.” He rolled his eyes at your antics, but didn’t say anything. You lit up at the mention of music. Your father loved music, and you had fond memories of growing up with him playing everything from Mozart to The Eagles while your mother was gone. “That’s so cool! Did you go to school for it or is it just... apart of you?” You struggled to find the words to describe what you meant. While you were confident in your Korean, some words just... didn’t translate well in your opinion. He chuckled lowly, “I’ve been making and doing music since I was young. Never thought about doing anything else once I found it. I learned along the way.” The conversation continued, talking about favorite genres of music, eventually leading you to ask how his cats liked his music or if they preferred a certain type, to you demanding to know why Nora keeps trying to bully Odd. It was nice. Really, really nice actually. Jaebum smiled so much at you and even joined in your weird reactions or antics and it just made you feel warm and happy on the inside. He even insisted on paying since he was older and who were you to refuse free food? You were to excited -- you made a friend! The talking lulled while walking back to the apartment complex, but the silence wasn’t an awkward one. It was gentle and understanding. You didn’t need to fill up the space with idle, unneeded chit chat to be with each other. As you came to the doors of the building, Jaebum opened the door and allowed you to go first, and you might’ve missed it because of how bashful he sounded. “It’s been a while since I’ve had fun with someone who’s not my group.. Thanks, Y/N.” You smiled brightly. “Well, consider me apart of your group. We’re friends now Jae!” There you went with no honorifics. He scowled at you, pinching your neck as you tried to avoid him on your way to the elevator. “At least call me hyung or something if not oppa, you disrespectful brat!” He called out, only getting your childish giggles as his response. Hanging out with Jaebum wasn’t really easy or often. He’s really busy and his schedule is… not consistent. You knew it was due to his job and not because he hated you, so you weren’t as worried about it as you could be. Especially since he tried to talk to you at least once a week, even it was just a brief conversation in the stairwell, or on your way out to work. It was enough for you. Of course you see each other a little more often than usual because of the mail situation. For some reason, the mail person could not understand that just because you were one of the only foreigners from the U.S. in the building does not mean that every package from the U.S. is for you. But it did give you an excuse to go see Jaebum after a week, so you head up the stairs, package in hand, and you hear Jae’s voice -- and a few others, it sounded like? Huh? “Jae??? Is that you???” You peer up the stairwell to see if you can catch him, and soon you see Jae leaning over his own railing, catching sight of you and waving, but looking over to where you couldn’t see and looking a little pissed off. Oh... That was new. Was someone bothering him? Were you bothering him? You started apologizing, “Hey sorry if this is a bad time -- I got another package from your friend and I just --” “Yoooo Who’s that?! It sounds like a girl OH are you in love?!” A loud, excited male voice shouted over you, startling you and almost making you drop the package in your arms. “I told you her name is Y/N and she’s a friend!!” Jaebum’s chin seemed to stick out in reaction to your startled state -- you hoped he wasn’t too mad at you. Or his friend. It’s not his fault you’re easily scared. You decided to call out once more, “So... the box?” He looked down at you, his arm pointed and pushing someone, supposedly his friends, as he responded. “Yeah, bring it up, I’ll grab it from you -- Just let me get my friends into the apartment.” “I want to meet her!” “Bring her to us!” “Let us see her!” The loud, rambunctious voices all decided to loudly protest at once, making you shake a little in your boots, letting Jaebum disappear from your sight before sitting down to regain your nerve. You didn’t know Jaebum had... such loud friends. Feral children was the phrase that came to mind... Gathering your nerve, you walked up the stairs and into Jaebum’s hallway, where he’s already waiting for you, leaning against the door as it bumped against him at times, the sounds of whining and demands to see you seeping through the solid door. “Thanks, Y/N.” Jaebum smiled gently, taking the box from you. You managed a smile back, jumping at the sudden movement of the door that jostled him forward. “Sorry, I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” He apologized, kicking the door, “Hopefully you can meet them later, but right now I can tell they’re going to be too much for you and I actually want you to still be my friend after meeting them.” His explanation was a little rushed at the end, pink tinging his cheeks. Was Jaebum embarrassed? Well that was kinda cute. You quickly pushed that thought aside. But you couldn’t help but flush. He noticed that about you? “Sorry, Jae...” “Don’t apologize! When you’re ready we can set something up. I think you’ll like them when they’re calmer.” His smiled widened, “Then I’ll have someone calm and not evil to combat these brats.” “I thought I was a brat, though?” You tilted your head, feeling more at ease. He rolled his eyes. “You’re all brats and I suffer. But I guess I enjoy suffering.” He shrugged. “Well, I’ll see you around Y/N. Promise.” You nodded, scurrying off before Jaebum’s friends could break the door down. After getting into the apartment, you smiled to yourself. Jaebum liked you enough to want to meet his friends. You were friends.

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kpopimaginings · 4 years ago

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"Are you busy?" - Yugyeom

A/N: I read a headcannon somewhere about Yugyeom in a relationship with a noona, and I keep thinking about it and being all soft for his older girlfriend and this happened. Hope you enjoy!

You had just got into your pyjamas and snuggled into bed when there was a knock at your door.

Sighing, you clambered back out of bed and plodded down the hallway to see who could possibly want you at this time of night.

Pulling the front door open, you were greeted with the sight of a very tired Yugyeom. Despite his height, he seemed strangely small, stood on your doorstep, fidgeting with his hands.

"Are you busy?" he asked.

"Of course not," you smiled. "I always have time for my Yugi," you told him, stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter.

He wandered in and sat heavily on your sofa. You sat next to him, placing your legs over his so that you could face him comfortably.

You spoke softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Why aren't you asleep? You look exhausted."

"I am," he admitted, his head leaning back against the sofa, relaxing slightly at your soothing motions. "But every time I close my eyes, my brain comes up with a million more productive things I could be doing besides sleeping. There's just so much going on preparing for the comeback: finalising vocals, new choreography, promotional schedules to prepare for and appear on..."

"And that's exactly why you should be sleeping."

"But I can't."

You stood up suddenly. "Bed. Now," you ordered him, holding out your hand to pull him up from the sofa.

He allowed you to drag him to your room. You made sure he was comfortable, before climbing in behind him. Taking on the role of the big spoon tonight, you enveloped him in your embrace, before your hand started toying with his hair again.

"The most productive thing you can do right now is sleep," you whispered. "Your members aren't here, you aren't at the studio, there is nothing else you can be doing. Just rest, so that when you are called to work, you have the energy to do what you need to."

You could feel the tension in his muscles easing where his back was pressed tightly against your chest.

"Saranghae, noona," he sighed out as he finally drifted off to sleep.

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sonnetsnerdstuff · 4 years ago

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Got7 as Disney princes

! note: I choose only among the characters that are actual princes or nobles

JB - Beast.The beauty and the beast

Looks kinda scary and scruffy on the outside but it’s a loving, cultured prince on the inside.

MARK - Philip. Sleeping beauty

He waltzes into your life with his refined charm but don't be fooled, he will fight hard for you.

JACKSON - Hercules. Hercules

Loud, built and funny. Is admired and known by everyone but could throw away everything for love.

JINYOUNG - Eric. The little mermaid

Composed, he values other things rather than physical appearance, will be loyal until the end.

YOUNGJAE - Kristoff. Frozen

Pure and quirky. He devotes all himself to what he wants. Soft-hearted but can be also devilish.

BAMBAM - Naveen. The princess and the frog

Fun, rich and a little self-centered. Once he cares about someone he's able to adapt to anything.

YUGYEOM - Simba. The lion king

Naive, with lots of dreams. May be selfish but he'll commit with seriousness when he finds the right path.

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limjaeseven · 4 years ago

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Update/Announcement

This is the third time in the nearly two years(?) I've had this blog that I'm making an announcement post but it needs to be made so here it is, don't worry it isn't nearly as serious as the last two times, I didn't get cancelled again.

This post has been in the making for a while but I really wasn't sure if I should post it but nearly 300 of you are at least following this page, though only a fraction of you actually interact with it.

And the latter part of that sentence is part of the reason why this announcement is being made. Over the past year-ish(?) I have changed my writing from reader centric to mxm and as many of my fellow mxm writers will know, there isn't really a market for that stuff here on tumblr.

I have written numerous mxm fics that get sometimes 5 notes if I'm lucky and I get that I'm no longer writing for the biggest kpop group in the world and the GOT7 niche on tumblr is small but it can be very discouraging sometimes to put so much work into a project and see no one care about it.

Just to make sure you guys know that I'm not cribbing because I'm untalented or something and am sad for not getting attention (which the former I personally agree with, the latter not so much), the same fics when posted on ao3 have gotten between 100-2k hits alone, which are accompanied with kudos and comments (this is not me boasting, I have no idea why that many people would read the trash I write).

That leads us to the second point which I wanted to talk about and that is the new Tumblr editor and what that means for writers. If you are unaware, Tumblr released a new feature that when made fully effective will cut down the total wordcount possible for a post and would make it difficult for authors to publish longer work.

What does this all mean though? It means that I will be mostly stepping back from Tumblr as my primary publishing platform for the fanfiction that I write. You can still find me on ao3 at limjaeseven, I have been posting there a lot more consistently than I have here and I also am starting to drabble into other groups, namely OnlyOneOf.

So if you are one of the four people out there who enjoy work you can click here to find my work. Thank you so much to each and every one of you for supporting me as a writer through this wild journey I never knew I'd embark on.

TL;DR Imma be less on here, and am going to focus my energy on ao3, link to that is here. I'm part of three networks at the moment which means I might be back every now and then to post project fics and have fun so if you ever want to get in touch with me you can contact me here. G7WC will continue to go in full swing as we open ourselves to writers from platforms outside tumblr as well (applications for which as open btw head to @got7writerscollective to join us over there)

That's all from me,

Love,

Cris

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years ago

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Anywhere [M]

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x reader

Genre: university au

Warnings: very suggestive content

Word count: 656

You chewed on your lip as you read the text message, unable to decide if it was dread or butterflies rampaging through your stomach right now.

You need me again, don’t you?

It could have been a seemingly innocent message. A friend helping another, a co-worker mentioning about a shift. There were many ways in which one person in this world could need another.

But you knew that wasn’t what Yugyeom meant.

Fractured moments flashed within your mind, and you didn’t realise how hard you had held your lip between your teeth until you tasted the metallic taste of blood, blinking away from the sinful noises you heard repeating in your head.

Of course, you needed him.

Sending back a quick reply, you then shoved your phone into your jeans’ pocket, attempting to focus on finding the book you needed for your assignment. After scanning the bookshelf for it, you noticed it was on the top shelf, your fingers lightly brushing over the spine as you stood on your toes for it.

Everything happened too quickly then.

The book was grabbed by someone else, their body pressing into yours, entrapping you against the shelf. You didn’t need to turn to see who it was, though you were surprised. Had he been watching you all this time? He covered you easily and due to your difference in height, the belt on his pants dug into your lower back.

Yugyeom was far too close, and you couldn’t help the breathy sigh that fell from your lips in response.

Somehow the book appeared in front of you, your eyes blinking and grappling onto proper vision whilst your senses skyrocketed with the over-stimulation from his scent, his body heat, his everything.

Mouth against your ear, you snapped your eyes closed and stifled the next moan as best as you could. He chuckled. “So needy for me, huh?”

“We ca-can’t!” you breathed, shaking your head, trying so hard not to fall into the lust overriding every inch of you. Cursing inwardly, you wished you had never fallen trap to Yugyeom, knowing you would do anything he asked of you without so much as questioning it. Although you protested verbally, your physical reaction was different. You yearned for the moment where you could see all the constellations implode within your mind after reaching Nirvana with him.

Still, you were in a library. A very public one at that. You hoped you could stop this before you caused any further shame to the books your bosom was pressed against.

“We can’t?” he repeated, his tone a little too casual to sound concerned. A hand wound around your waist, burning your skin in its wake. His arm rested just below the edge of your bra and you gulped, wishing for a sign from someone above who would keep you on track for today. Yugyeom chuckled as he turned you around to face him, pressing your back into the bookshelf and lording over you as his hand braced against a shelf above your head.

There would be no help from any guardian angel with such a devilish man before you. “But babygirl, I think we can.”

“Anywhere but here,” you pleaded and his eyes grew dangerously dark.

“Anywhere?” Nodding, you took it as your chance to push back, slipping out from his grip and carrying the book you clutched for dear life over to the borrower’s station, blindly checking it out and heading for the exit.

You had expected Yugyeom to follow you, to lead you someplace else. Preferably his dorm room like last time. You knew his roommate BamBam would be in classes all day long and it would be safe there.

However, Yugyeom didn’t appear and you agitatedly waited outside the library steps for him.

Your phone buzzed and you gasped, looking back at the building with alarm.

I just rented out a private study room for an hour. Reckon we can now?

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jj-ktae · 5 years ago

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Millennials - Part 8 -

Gif : courtesy of @demongyeom

Title: Millennials

Genre: Fluff, romance

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x You

Summary: Life is made of stages and each of them is a hard push on the back, forcing you to forge ahead. You’re facing your biggest crisis, and then there’s him, who lives from day to day. Of course he does, he is just a kid.

Words: 4079

Warning: Small age difference. Yugyeom x Noona Reader.

- Teaser - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 -

Part 8

You wake up to a cheerful Yugyeom with his eyes are opened and his body is facing you. His head is lazily resting on his elbow and his smile is so wide it gives you no choice but to reciprocate it. “Did you sleep well, noona?” You sigh, nodding. It’s one of the best morning you have ever had. Yugyeom’s grin deepens, his hand reaching for your cheek to cup your face in silence. Even the noises outside disappear. “Want to eat breakfast?” You ask, blinking when Yugyeom nuzzles his face into your neck. He does have a lot of tattoos. You realised this last night when you took his clothes off. The thought only makes you swallow with difficulty.

Your boyfriend is not the least embarrassed anymore as you let your fingers wander on his bare and inked back. Instead, he grunts, making tiny noises when you start scratching the tender skin. Yugyeom leaves before lunch. He has important classes and he can’t miss them, even though he would have preferred to stay with you. He walks away with a heavy yet contented heart, his steps light and smile bright. You end up being showered with kisses, hugs, mushy words and all the things you were quite sure you despised until Yugyeom entered your life. When the door closes, you lean against it with a stupid smile.

Yugyeom is on cloud nine. Life is beautiful. -- “Oh so you finally stopped being a bitch?” Naya mocks, her eyes leaving her phone to raise a teasing brow. “Poor boy finally hit a triple.” She chuckles, looking almost relieved.

“That wasn’t the purpose initially. I didn’t invite him over to...you know.” You try to explain, defensive. You surprise yourself even, thinking about how you don’t want this to be something purely physical.

Naya whistles. “How do you go from I’m going to beat this kid to I’m being serious with him? Let me guess, you stopped lying to yourself and accepted the fact that someone out there could actually want you?”

“Stop teasing me!” You answer, bewildered. “Yeah, I’m in love with him. He’s just too precious and genuine and makes me feel like I’m worth something. Are you happy now?”

Your friend laughs way too loudly and way too enthusiastically. “I’m not teasing! I’m just happy for you. Stop being so serious about everything, I bet your boyfriend would want to see you as happy as he must be.”

It’s true. You hope he is happy and doesn’t regret anything. Your phone vibrates, stopping you from stuttering another pitiful excuse. 

I miss you, noona. Naya rolls her eyes when she sees your dreamy smile.

“Here goes the love fool.” she shivers. “Anyways, I’m not going to ask for details because knowing you, I won’t get anything. Well...seeing you smile means he probably was great.”

“He is a dancer; he can move his hips.” Is all you say before Naya slaps your shoulder, completely excited.

She goes back to serious while you’re busy typing back a message. You can’t believe you’re being this mushy.

You don’t even mind.

“Speaking of dancing, will you be going to the annual high-school party?” Naya asks, hopeful. You face speaks for itself, though.

You don’t see the point in such gatherings. Your former high school has the habit of holding an annual party where current and old students gather for basically no reason. It’s a custom you never really understood and even as a student, you dreaded going to one. Naya would always nag you for days until you got mad at her.

These gatherings are nothing but a way to boast about your own achievements and you have nothing to be proud of.

You went once. You ended up being mocked by classmates for being a future nobody. You left, crying about how true their statement was.

You’ve been avoiding all these people thoroughly ever since that day.

Naya thinks otherwise. She has tough skin and often blames you of silently agreeing with them. She wants you to get a grip and be shameless, to go and shut their mouth.

She just wants you to stop running away from your insecurities.

When you don’t answer, she continues “Go with your boyfriend.” She shrugs, her lips transforming into a pout when you gasp. “What now? Don’t tell me you don’t want them to see him?”

You don’t know why it makes you feel anxious. Your relationship is fairly new and maybe Yugyeom will feel pressured. He doesn’t seem to be the type of boy who enjoys that sort of party. Also, it scares you; they wouldn’t hesitate to make fun of your Yugyeom.

You don’t want him to get involved into this mess.

Naya rolls her eyes when you hesitate, her tone changing drastically. “If you want your boyfriend to feel accepted you should invite him and enjoy the party while you’re at it. Get over that trauma and make yourself pretty, I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You ponder, jaw tightening. “I’ll think about it.”

“Yugyeom smells like sex!”

“Shut up!” Yugyeom grabs Bambam before his friend can speak even louder. The restaurant is crowded and he feels the tip of his ears burning when a couple of people turn around, puzzled.

“So this is why you didn’t answer your phone…” Jinyoung mocks, a tiny smile displaying on his lips as he keeps on munching on his food. “And to think I was worried about you failing.”

Yugyeom rolls his eyes, thanking the waiter as he grabs the menu. “Can we not talk about my sex life please?”

“Oh now he has a sex life….” Bambam takes his most annoying voice, his glass of wine making him look even more ridiculous.

Yugyeom sighs, doing his best not to strangle his best friend. He looks at him then Jinyoung, before letting his elbows rest on the table. They wait for him to talk, expectant but nothing prepares them for what happens next.

“She is so sweet…” he squeals, his cheeks turning the same shade of red. He tries to hide his face behind his hands but he ends up shaking on his chair instead. “She is perfect.”

Jinyoung raises a hand. “Nope, nope. I was just teasing you. I am not going to sit and listen to you talk about sex.”

Bambam hushes him, making a face. “Well, I want to know!”

“I’m not talking about sex!” Yugyeom sighs exasperatedly. “She is the one who found me because she felt I was being distant. The man was her friend’s co-worker; it turns out they were all drinking together because he is dating someone younger and she needed advices.”

“How unexpected, it was a misunderstanding.” Jinyoung fakes, an outrageous hand covering his mouth. “It’s not like some people actually told you to go and talk to her directly…”

“Anyways, she invited me over and it was amazing…” Yugyeom wouldn’t be able to put his happiness into words. He who has been struggling with this relationship for so long finally saw the genuine and vulnerable you after all this time.

He cannot forget about the way you looked at him, how soft your skin was, how delicate you were being in fear of breaking him. He feels numb, like nothing can hurt him anymore and he is invincible. He can barely focus ever since he left your place but it doesn’t matter; he loves you too much to care about the rest of the world. He went to class but his soul wasn’t there; it was trapped somewhere between the clouds, bouncing and singing about how amazing love is.

Jackson arrives shortly after, checking his friend and sitting. He looks around the table and merely furrows his brows before flashing the dirtiest smile ever.

“Oh my god, Yugyeom smells like sex.”

He doesn’t know why he is friends with such people.

In the middle of endless teasing and loud laughter, Yugyeom sends numerous texts, each as cheesy as the previous one. You are working now but you answer quickly so he doesn’t complain.

The convenience store is surprisingly empty this evening. You don’t mind though; it gives you time to think about your situation and answer the texts you receive from Yugyeom. He tells you he is eating with his friends but also mentions that they can’t be taken anywhere so you might see them someday if he doesn’t kill them today.

His texts are comforting and serene; it feels good to interact with your boyfriend that way. You clean around the convenience store when you feel like it but most of your time is spent sitting and waiting.

Which is completely fine by you.

A few people enter, buy what they need and leave. It’s not an unusual shift. You get back to work when the probability of spending the whole shift resting becomes dangerously tempting. Your colleague did mention the floor being sticky - but didn’t say why she didn’t clean - so you decide to do it. You end up being interrupted by your boyfriend only, who turns out to be suffering if you refer to his texts about a guy named Bambam who is going to get strangled if he doesn’t shut up.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You would recognise the voice among millions. You consider ignoring it but who knows what trouble it would bring. You suddenly hate how you are supposed to be at everyone’s service.

You turn around with the politest smile, the one you know isn’t welcoming at all.

“Hi, Hansol.”

You’re not mad to see him. Even though he brings bad memories, nothing seems to upset you today. You just want him to buy whatever he needs and leave.

“I thought these were rumours…” he trails off, his eyes scanning the convenience store. The boy seems surprised but the smile on his face says it all.

He is looking down on you.

It’s a face you learnt to live with. It was your choice not to make it into a big school. When it isn’t him it’s your parents and so on; the look of failure is sometimes unbearable.

“Thank you for your concern.” You snicker, turning around. He will probably snort and leave, hopefully.

“You seem busy...cleaning but will you be coming to the annual high-school party? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you there…”

You stop again, sighing. “It’s because I usually don’t go.”

What the hell is wrong with him? Most of your encounters ended with poorly hidden mockery and organised bullying.

Hansol makes a pitiful noise, his acting skills still as bad as what they used to be. “It’s a pity but I guess…” He lifts a hand and shows the broom, a smirk appearing on his face. “you’ve got responsibilities. I understand. I’ll greet them on your beh-”

“I said I usually don’t go. I will go this year, with my boyfriend. I can give my best regards myself.” You utter, gripping the broom so hard it’s hurting your hands.

Hansol seems startled but recovers, a bottle of wine now in his hands. “Great! I’ll see you there, then.” His smile is as fake as yours, if not more. You follow him toward the counter to take care of the payment and barely bow when he leaves.

You hate all of them.

You were hesitating whether you should go but now you have no choice. Naya is going to be ecstatic but all you can think of is how you’re going to ask Yugyeom. You’re both working tomorrow so it gives you time to come up with a way to make him agree.

Yugyeom agrees without a single blink.

You had barely started explaining the situation when he said yes, his eyes focused. He is joyful and you notice he is doing his best to keep his hands off you.

But he fails and when he is sure no customers are here, he takes you by the hand to the storage room.

“What if someone comes?” You whisper, glancing at the storage room’s door.

“No one will enter. Relax, noona.” Yugyeom has left the earth. He hopes you noticed how complete he feels. “I just really missed you.”

Your answer is now different, making Yugyeom go weak on his knees. “I missed you too, Gyeomie.”

He squeals, his face hiding in your neck as hugs you. “I will die at a young age if you keep doing this.” You laugh, your arms reaching for his neck to bring him closer. “I will make sure you make it out alive.”

Yugyeom doesn’t want to keep talking. He is a fool who will probably end up saying something even more embarrassing so he kisses you instead. That way he is sure you won’t be able to destroy his last two brain cells.

You don’t mind. Your inability to use your words is as spectacular as Yugyeom’s so that solution is much preferred. You enjoy every brush of his lips, your finger gripping his neck and nape to bring him toward you. There’s a certain rush, a thrill which seems to excite both of you, so much that it turns you into a wild cat, eager to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

So you do just that.

Yugyeom does his best not to enjoy the embrace too much. Now is definitely not the moment to tickle his naughtiness and as much as he would love to close that boring store, he parts from you with a knot in his throat and heavy eyelids.

“This, we can’t do, Noona.” His sheepish smile says otherwise just like his hands, gripping your legs and securing you around him.

You silently agree, ready to jump off but stopping yourself. “About that annual party…” You had almost forgot about it because your brain is melting at your boyfriend’s loveliness. “I probably didn’t mention this, but I usually don’t go. I don’t really enjoy meeting with my ex-classmates. You know why.”

Yugyeom understands totally. He heard enough to know you were surrounded by annoying teenagers who probably didn’t help in making you feel even less confident than you already were.

“You don’t have to go. We can still do something, just the two of us.” He tries, just to make sure you are taking the good decision.

You shake your head, “Now that I said I would go, I have to. I don’t want any of them to come and add salt to the wound if I don’t show up.”

“I’ll make sure not to embarrass you, Noona.”

You wrap yourself tighter around him, the words swelling your heart more than they should. You offer one last peck on his inviting lips before landing back on the ground.

“You’ll do great.”

The building looks exactly the same. Its grey walls are as uninviting as ever and the lights - announcing a party is running - do nothing to make it look attracting.

You think about the numerous times you ran those stairs, eyes filled with tears and hair a mess. Now you have to go inside, take the opposite path and run into the way too obvious trap. Word probably spread and everyone is expecting you to enter. Come to think of it, that would give them a great opportunity to recall good times.

“You don’t like it here right?” Naya adjusts her dress, her heels giving her a funny limp on the irregular pavement.

You follow swiftly, the knot in your chest blocking every positive thought. It’s the worst situation. Yugyeom had to stay at the store because your colleague is sick and he is supposed to join you later. You need him here now.

Everything is now too overwhelming. The big room is too crowded, the music is too loud, the outfits are blinding and the food is giving you nausea. You are glad Naya didn’t bring a date; she often mentions how useless men can be despite her endless support toward your relationship and you can’t thank her enough as her arm wraps around yours comfortingly.

She raises her chin and straightens her back, eyes scanning through the mess of luxury brands and business laughter. “Be proud. No one here means enough to bother you. Whatever they say is air, got it?” Her little hypnosis session weaves fragments of positivity into your brain, forcing you to straighten your back too.

“I can do this.”

You thought you could. You were quite sure Yugyeom was late by now but the number glasses you drank so far distorted not only your vision but also your notion of time. You lost Naya somewhere between the group of successful lawyers and doctors, you don’t even remember when exactly. You heard her loud voice, promising to join you soon and to wait for her before someone grabbed her to talk about management.

You don’t feel drunk though, because you can walk just fine. You took up residence in front of the buffet, back facing everyone else. This way you won’t have to deal with anyone.

That’s what you thought.

“You’re here! And I thought you were just bragging….” Hansol’s voice feels like grating to your ears. You swallow the food with a chug of champagne, your tongue flattening against your teeth to clean the mess of roe left by the toasts.

You turn around, finding yourself facing one dumbass and two bitches. Hansol is still in the same circle of friends and he can’t seem to let go of his bullying habits. “Hi everyone.”

You hope your dress looks good, you hope your makeup is pretty and you pray that your semi-drunk state isn’t going to turn you into the nation’s joke. You usually don’t care about such things; tonight is different though, you want them to notice how unimportant they are.

Then you remember about your professional life and give up, the confidence tearing a bewildered snort out of nowhere.

“Hansol told us you are working in a convenience store? I’m glad you succeeded, god knows how hard it is for dropouts nowadays.” One of the girl starts, her manicured hand covered in shiny rings and wrist wrapped by an expensive-looking watch.

“Right,” Hansol answers, his lips curving up and a brow now lifted as he tilts his chin towards you. “It’s the best outcome for you, dropout.”

The word makes your hand fall on the table for support. You feel your entire body shivering, knees going weak and joints bending. You want to curl into a ball and calm your rapid breathing. Cold sweats make you feel like you dipped yourself into a bucket of ice and your head feels like you stayed underwater for too long.

Everything disappears; the music, the taste of food, the amount of courage it took to hold a conversation. You barely greeted them, you didn’t even say anything yet; how can they already be so disparaging?

Maybe you should leave. Naya is nowhere to be seen and you don’t want to face any of them. Nothing can be trusted as your eyes look around the room, paranoia making you feel judged wherever you stare. You pinch your lips and shake your head, orbs unfocused as you take a step to the side and ignore them.

You knew it was a big mistake.

You are glad to be able to hold the tears in when you walk away from them; your pride is still intact even though you feel like a piece of shit.

You take two more steps before colliding into a body.

“I gotchu, noona.”

Yugyeom had run like someone was chasing him. He had no choice but to stay when his boss came to take over his shift because their colleague called in sick. He couldn’t feel unluckier when he found himself being almost two hours late but it didn’t matter anymore.

His eyes fell on you as soon as he entered the big room.

He was ready to wave at you and apologize profusely but something made him stop to analyse the situation. You were talking to three people and you were gripping on the buffet table in a way that announced nothing pleasing was happening.

The three people had knowing smirks, their teeth too white to be natural and attire shining more than the lights themselves.

Then you walked away and even with your distressed expression you looked stunning. You dress was showing your pretty legs and your makeup was so perfect. Yugyeom really wondered why no one was treating you like a queen already. He saw your hands turning into fists, the way you took a deep breath so you wouldn’t break in front of everybody, how fast your eyelids were fluttering.

It all made sense in his head; the way you would push everyone away, your coldness, your lack of self-esteem. It was perfectly clear.

He took the same deep breath, ignoring the hungry stares of the women standing close to the doorway. Yugyeom had followed every single advice from Bambam so even though he felt uncomfortable with how unbuttoned his shirt was and how tight his jeans felt, he took a straight face.

His gait made a few people stop what they were doing; no one had recognized this fine-looking boy who was walking like a model.

You didn’t see him, too busy to escape the scene. The collision makes Yugyeom feel like he caught a deer in headlights. Your body instantly freezes and muscles tense but relief takes over when you look up.

He wraps his arms around you, his body gently rocking along with the music as he hums into your ear.

You close your eyes, distress evaporating and relaxing your bones. “You’re here.” you whisper fondly. “Finally”

Yugyeom spins sweetly, purposely ignoring the questioning eyes around the both of you. “Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s fine. I was just...chatting with ex-classmates.”

You feel your boyfriend nod, his arms leaving you to offer some distance and look at you properly. “You’re the prettiest, noona.”

Your blush doesn’t go unnoticed, hitting Yugyeom right in the heart and he swears he will never stop complimenting you if it means seeing you this happy.

You are amazed by how stylish he is. He did mention his friend Bambam was picking his outfit because he is a fashionista but you never thought it would be this fitting.

Yugyeom looks like the finest breed of man.

“You look older than me.” You confess.

“Oh, do you want to call me oppa?” He mocks, your laugh killing all trace of worry in Yugyeom’s mind.

“Ah, we’re back with the weird kinks…” You answer, letting him take the lead as he spins you around delicately.

You don’t even notice that no one else but you are dancing.

You see Naya emerge from the crowd when you spin and she is walking toward Hansol, determined.

You don’t really care anymore as Yugyeom entwines his fingers around yours.

Naya couldn’t get out of this trap. She was there, barely listening to whatever was happening while you were talking with Hansol and his minions. She saw everything, from the way you were about to run away to how your boyfriend caught you.

She went to the trio as soon as she knew you were going to be okay.

“Oh so here is the Architect!” She whistles, eyeing Hansol who is busy staring at you and Yugyeom. “What are you looking at?” she feints.

“Is this Y/N’s boyfriend?” One of the girl asks, eyes glittering and mouth opened.

Naya nods, arms now crossed. “Aren’t they so cute?” she fakes a laugh before turning adding. “I don’t see your dates though…? Oh right, I forgot you’re all single.”

Hansol scoffs, his voice higher than expected, “What is that supposed to mean, Naya?”

“What?” With her hand now on her chest in a not so apologetic manner, your friend continues. “Oh my bad! Last time I heard, your girlfriend left with your boss, right? Sorry for bringing up such painful memories.”

The boy is dumbfounded but his pride makes him shrug. “I broke up.”

Naya ignores him, her smile so icy he can only try to justify himself some more as she walks away after grabbing a glass a champagne.

She goes to the other side of the room before sitting down, her smile widening when she sees you laugh at you boyfriend’s antics.

She likes it much better that way.

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