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CHAPTER 13: I’VE MISSED YOU

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Author’s Note: I know this is rushed and kind of confusing but I promise things will be making sense soon. There’s going to be quite a few written parts coming up so be prepared. Also this isn’t beta read or anything so there’s bound to be mistakes😬

“I can’t believe you rented out the whole restaurant,” you muttered.

Changbin simply shrugged. “Thought it was the best idea with how chaotic everyone gets when they’re drunk,” he said. “So we have this place to ourselves for the next three hours.”

“I will have my dad pay you back,” you said, with the shake of your head.

“You’re not paying shit,” Chan said. “This is a gift from us.”

“You guys get me enough stuff,” you said with a sigh.

“And you like being spoiled,” Changbin said.

You pouted. “That makes me sound like an entitled brat.”

“You aren’t,” Changbin said. “We wanted to do something to show how proud we are of you. These last eighteen months have been hard. And we know how much you went through during your physical therapy.”

“And all of us are so happy you’re back,” Chan said throwing and arm around your shoulder. He pulled you into his side and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Seriously. It sucked without you.”

“Are they being all mushy over here?” Minho asked, stopping in front of the three of you.

“She’s complaining about us paying for this,” Changbin said.

Minho arched an eyebrow at that. “You’ve never complained about getting things before.”

“God that makes me sound so bad!” You groaned dramatically.

“It’s not,” Minho said. “They’re rich. Use them. I know I would.”

“Would?” Chan asked. “You mean do? Who paid to get your car fixed, hmmm?”

“The money we got from Drive,” Minho said in a matter-of-fact manner.

“I mean, he’s kind of right,” Changbin said.

Chan sighed, his arm slipping from your shoulder. Almost immediately though, you were being grabbed from the opposite side. You peered over at Chaeryeong.

“Come on and eat,” she said. “We ordered that sweet garlic pork belly you love.”

You hummed, letting her pull you over to one of the tables.

“He’s not here yet,” you mumbled.

“Neither is Seungmin,” Chaeryeong said. “He’s probably picking Jisung up right now. Do you text him and ask?”

You shook your head. “No it’s fine,” you said. “I just hope I can talk to him tonight.”

“I’ll corner him myself if I have to,” she said, letting your arm go. She grabbed a cup of soju and handed it to you. “But first loosen up a little bit and get some food in your stomach yeah?”

You accepted the soju, throwing it back probably a little too quickly. Almost immediately after, a spoon full of rice and pork belly was held in front of you face. You blinked a few times at Felix before opening your mouth and letting him feed you.

“You want more or do you want something else?” Felix asked. “We have galbi too. And that steamed egg you really like from here.”

You swallowed your food. “Steamed egg?” You asked. “I haven’t had that since I went to the states.”

“Now that’s a crime,” Minho said suddenly appearing again.

Felix brought the egg over for you and motioned for you to take a seat. Minho immediately took one of the seats next to you.

He’s in one of his clingy moods, you thought, snickering to yourself a bit.

You took a big bite of the egg and hummed in satisfaction. God how you missed Mama Kim’s.

“Good?” Minho asked, voice soft.

You nodded, stuffing another spoonful into your mouth. That made him laugh. You noticed the way his eyes focused on something behind the two of you but didn’t pay it much mind. Until he said, “So you two finally decided to show up?”

“Jisung was taking forever to get ready,” a familiar voice responded.

Seungmin.

Slowly, you turned around in your seat. Your eyes met a set of soft, dark brown ones and you felt your breath get stuck in your throat.

Jisung looked good. Really good. He wore a simple white tee shirt that clung to his now buffer frame deliciously.

When the fuck did he get so big? What the fuck?

It wasn’t just the size of his muscles that changed over the last year and a half. His features looked more mature now and not as boyish as they once did. His hair was longer too and dyed back to a dark brown.

You set your spoon down and stood up. Jisung’s eyes widened a little at that. He immediately took on a nervous edge. You let out a soft sigh before focusing on Seungmin. You grinned, walking over to him and flung your arms around his shoulders.

“Hi Minnie,” you muttered into his neck.

He gave you a tight squeeze. “Hi brat,” he greeted.

You pulled back, arms still loosely around his shoulder and pouted at him. “Brat?”

He simply nodded. His eyes shifted over in Jisung’s direction before meeting your gaze again. He arched an eyebrow at you and for the umpteenth time that night you sighed. You let go of Seungmin, turning to Jisung and pointing a finger at him.

“You,” you said.

Jisung blinked a few times. “Me?” He asked.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you said.

“I haven’t,” he said.

“Yes you have,” Seungmin, Minho, and Felix said in unison.

Jisung winced at that. You walked over to him, grabbing his calloused hand and began pulling him towards a more secluded part of the restaurant.

“W-what?” Jisung stuttered. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going somewhere to talk,” you said firmly.

“We can do this later, Y/N,” Jisung protested. “I don’t want to mess up your night.”

“We can’t do this later because you’ll go back to avoiding me,” you said. You stopped at a spot towards the back of the restaurant. “We’re living in the same house and I haven’t seen you once.”

“I’ve been busy,” Jisung said. “I—“

“You changed the passcode to your studio,” you said, “because you didn’t want me to get in.”

“I changed it because I didn’t want anyone to bother me while I was working.” It was Jisung’s turn to sigh. “Look Y/N—“

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, interrupting him.

He tensed at that. “What?”

“I’ve missed you so much,” you said voice timid. “And this last year has been fucking awful. And I feel like shit about that night in the hospital. And I should have apologized for—“

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Jisung said. “Absolutely nothing.”

“I was cruel to you, Sung,” you said. “I said things I didn’t mean and I didn’t even know why I said them. I don’t even know why I was so angry at you. I think I was just irritable from the drugs but that’s still no excuse for how I treated you.”

“You don’t know why?” He asked obviously confused.

You shook your head. “No,” you said. “I don’t remember a lot from the first two weeks after my accident to be honest. Or the night of my accident in general. I barely remember the party.” You took a deep breath. “But I remember that. I remember how hurt you looked. I remember the flowers and teddy bear you had in your hands. You got me my favorite flowers and I cussed you out. Like a bitch.”

“Your not a bitch,” Jisung said, squeezing your hand that was still in his.

“You blame yourself for my accident,” you continued, ignoring the way your heart jumped at the gesture. “Why?”

“You saw me talking to Minjeong,” Jisung said.

You tilted your head at him. “What?” You asked.

“I got wasted at the party,” Jisung said. “Minjeong took advantage of that and invited me to your dorm. She said it was better for me to sober up there and head home in the morning. And of course my dumbass agreed. You saw us that night. Cuddled on your bed. You stormed out and then ended up getting in your accident.”

You dropped Jisung’s hand, shocked.

What?

“What?” You asked. “I don’t—“

“You don’t remember it,” Jisung said. “I’m sorry Y/N. I really am. I was stupid that night. I mean I was absolutely wasted and I thought you were going to Chaeryeong’s for the night and…” Jisung grabbed both of your hands giving them a tight squeeze, eyes panicky. “If I wasn’t stupid then you wouldn’t have left that night. While it was pouring. And if I wasn’t as wasted as I was, maybe I would have noticed you and stopped you. Maybe I could have explained that nothing was happening between Minjeong and I. And also this was before I knew what she had been trying to do to you I promise.”

“Sung calm down,” you said softly. Your eyebrows furrowed together in thought.

You had zero memory of any of that. But it was a fact that you have almost no memories of that day. The ones you did were just here and there. Flashes from the party. Flashes from the rain. The echoing sound of the trucking screeching while trying to stop.

“I’m sorry,” Jisung said again. “I am. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, more to yourself than him.

“But it is,” he said. “It really is. I just… I really didn’t know what Minjeong was doing to you. I thought you too just were roommates. And then I thought you and Jungmo were together—“

You scrunched your nose at that. “Jungmo and I were not together,” you said firmly.

“What?” Jisung asked. “I saw you two at the party and he—“

“What did you see at the party?” You asked.

“Kissing,” he said. “You were kissing at the party.”

“HUH?”

“You two were practically making out in the hallway.”

“I…” You rubbed your temples. “I don’t remember that. Maybe I was drunk. But we were never together. If we kissed it was a one time thing because I really don’t like that guy.”

Jisung’s shoulders fell. “Oh,” he mumbled.

“Look,” you said. “I did a lot of stuff I regret my first year. I could blame it on being young and dumb. Or maybe I did some stupid things because of stress or getting wasted. But what I don’t regret was whatever I had going on with you. Our relationship was getting better. We were okay. We were more than okay. We were good. And maybe there were a few… moments between us that we should have thought about more or talked about together. But, I was happy with you Sung. And I mean it when I said I’ve missed you.” You ran your thumbs over his hands. “So how about we put all of that stupid ass shit behind us and start fresh? We both did things we regret. But it’s been eighteen months. Let’s get over it yeah. And maybe be friends?”

“You want that?” Jisung asked, obviously surprised now.

You nodded. “Yes,” you said. “I’ve always wanted that.”

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CHAPTER 12: I’M NEVER DRINKING AGAIN

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Author's Note: Hi, hello. Sorry it's been so long. It's been a rough month for me to be honest. But I’m starting to feel somewhat better now. I hope you enjoy this and I promise I will try my best to update regularly again.

Jisung remembers that morning all too well.

He remembers the incessant buzzing of a phone that consequently woke him up. The spitting migraine and immediate wave of nausea from one of— it not the— worst hangovers he had ever had. And every time he attempted to even move, his body recoiled in pain.

What the fuck was in those drinks last night?

He was seriously considering never drinking anything Wooyoung handed him ever again. Because all he could think about at the moment was that a hangover should not feel like this.

That being said, Jisung was a notorious lightweight. And admittedly, he went several times over his alcohol limit last night— in attempts to drown out his sorrows.

And when Jisung was finally able to sit up, his stomach twisted sharply and his mouth filled up with salvia in seconds. He grabbed the closest thing that at least looked to be a trash can and heaved into it.

It took a good ten minutes for Jisung to stop spilling the contents of his stomach into the can. All the while, he could still make out the buzzing of a phone in his sick haze.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, rubbing his temples with his eyes squeezed shut.

He needed Tylenol. Immediately. Or maybe someone to just put him out of his fucking misery. Because at the moment Jisung swore he could hear the electricity and it was making his ears ring.

His eyes fluttered back open and he cringed at the sunlight fluttering through the purple curtains.

Wait.

Purple curtains?

Jisung suddenly felt very much awake.

Where the hell am I?

His eyes frantically darted around the room and his heart dropped when he recognized it.

It was your dorm.

He was in your dorm. On your bed. Hungover. And he’s pretty sure he just puked into your bubblegum pink trash bin.

Jisung ran a hand roughly through his knotted bedhead, trying to rack his brain about what happened last night and how he ended up here.

He remembers the party. Wooyoung decided to throw a party because “he felt like it”. He ended up inviting way too many people, who in turn brought even more people.

It was probably one of the biggest, most chaotic parties he had ever been to.

Jisung remembers the party may have been chaotic but it was going well for the most part. That was until he saw you. The first and last time he saw you that night, was when your back was against the wall and Jungmo’s lips were on yours.

He remembers the way he swore he could feel his heart break right there and the way he rushed away from the scene not even a second later. He remembers running into Wooyoung, who simply handed him a cup and patted his shoulder. He remembers the all the shots. The game of beer pong that probably got way too rowdy.

Anything to get his mind off what he just witnessed. To distracted from the way his heart ached in his chest.

Then Minjeong approached him, offering a place to stay for the night since the dorm building was literally right down the road. Saying that she was worried about him because of how drunk he was and didn’t feel right letting him leave himself.

Jisung was absolutely gone at the point, agreeing much too easily.

He cringed at the memory.

Now why would I do that?

He groaned to himself and flopped backwards on your bed.

God.

He was on your bed.

Because in his miserable, drunk state he decided to all but throw himself onto it the moment he stepped into your and Minjeong’s dorm.

I’m never drinking again.

Jisung eyes focused on the glow in the dark stars you had littered all over the ceiling above your bed and a sudden wave of fondness hit him. He remembers when he first came here a few months ago, how he teased you for being childish. And how that adorable pout- that always made his heart rate pick up- appeared on your face right after.

He let out a heavy sigh.

He needed to get home.

He need a shit ton of pain killers and a hot shower.

Also the last thing Jisung wanted was for you to comeback from Chaeryeong’s and find him, hungover in your bed. God he could only imagine how you would chew him out.

First though, he needed to clean up his mess.

So clean he did, even though he felt like he would topple over at any moment. Once your trash bin was rid of any remnants of him, he straightened out the comforter on your bed. Luckily he had simply fallen asleep on top of it.

Now all he needed was to find his phone and slip on his shoes and he was home free.

His eyes landed on the nightstand next to your bed. There sat his phone, plugged into the same Hello Kitty charger he bought after Bbama tore apart your last one. He chuckled at that. The only time had ever come over to his family home, his menace of a dog fucked with you the whole time.

Minjeong must have plugged it in for me last night.

Fuck.

I really have to talk to her. The last thing I need is for Y/N to find out I was here.

Jisung reached over, unplugged his phone which immediately started to ring.

A dumb picture of Minho Jisung had taken on an impromptu camping trip filled up his screen with the name Bunny-senpai.

Jisung grimaced a little. Chan and Changbin probably told him that he didn’t come home last night. Now he was about to be ripped a new one.

“Hello?” Jisung spoke into the phone.

“Sung-ah,” Minho muttered.

Jisung’s whole body tensed at the sound of his Hyung’s voice. It was wrong. All wrong. He sounded sad. No, almost devastated and absolutely exhausted.

“Hyung what’s wrong?” Jisung asked.

“We’ve all been trying to get ahold of you for hours Sung,” Minho said. “Where are you?”

“Hungover at a friends,” Jisung said. Lied. Well partially lied. He liked to think him and you were kind of friends now. “I drank way too much last night Hyung, I’m sorry. I should have told someone.”

“It’s…” Minho let out a heavy sigh. “It’s okay.”

“It’s obviously not,” Jisung countered. Something was wrong. He could hear it in the other man’s voice. “What’s wrong?” He asks again.

“Y/N is hurt.”

Jisung’s heart dropped. “What?” He croaked out.

“Last night she got hot by a truck,” Minho continued sounding like he was on the verge of tears. “Apparently the driver couldn’t see in all the rain last night and Y/N was crossing the road.”

“She’s…” Jisung couldn’t even finish his sentence. He practically collapsed back onto your bed.

“It’s bad, Sung,” Minho said. “So bad. The doctor’s would barely tell us anything because we aren’t her family. But Chan-hyung is her guardian so they told him a little bit. She barely made it. And she hasn’t woken up yet and the doctors are saying that if she doesn’t in the next few hours they don’t know if she ever will.”

“Have…” Jisung gulps, his mouth and throat now feeling dry. “Have you seen her?”

“No,” Minho said. “She’s in the ICU. They won’t let anyone in.”

“I’m on the way,” Jisung said scrambling up. He frantically hurried over to the door and shoved his feet into his sneakers.

“Sung-ah,” Minho muttered. “Go home first.”

“No way, hyung—“

“Go home.”

“But—“

“You need to go home and get clean up Sung,” Minho said. “Take some pain killers. Drink some coffee. And then come over. Even if you rush here, it’s not like any of us would be able to see her. And the last thing any of us need, is you hungover in a hospital. Get yourself together a little bit okay?”

“What about all of you?” Jisung asked. “Who’s all there?”

“Just Chan, Changbin, and I right now,” Minho said. He let out yet another sigh, this one deep and purely exhausted. “We sent everyone else home so they could get cleaned up too. Plus, there were way too many people here at one point. Some of us were probably gonna get kicked out anyway.”

“I don’t think I can hyung,” Jisung whisper. “I need…”

“I know,” Minho said, voice gentle. “I know. But I’ll be completely honest, most of us were hungover when we got here. It definitely left a bad impression. The cops even asked about it and we had to tell them over and over again Y/N didn’t drink. They didn’t believe us until one of the doctors said that they found no alcohol her any of her blood tests. That’s the main reason why we made everyone go home. So they could sober up and clean up. Just like you need to do right now.”

Jisung was starting to feel like he was going to throw up again. His mind was scrambled. His heart wouldn’t stop painfully clenching in his chest.

“We just…” Minho paused for a moment. “We just didn’t want you to find out from anyone else. We didn’t want you to hear any misinformation or something. Cause apparently half of the university already knows about it.”

“How?” Jisung asked, confused.

“I don’t know Sung,” Minho said. “None of us have said anything to anyone outside the group and Y/N’s family. It did happen in front of her dorm building though so maybe someone was able to figure it out. There’s a shit ton of dumbass rumors going around that aren’t true and I really didn’t want you to freak out about them.”

“I’m freaking out right now,” Jisung muttered.

“We all are. But we all also need to pull ourselves together. For Y/N. I will let you know immediately if anything changes. I swear to you. Just please don’t believe anything else you hear. No matter who it’s from.”

“Okay,” Jisung said. “Okay I won’t. I’m going home now. I’ll try to be at the hospital as soon as possible.”

“Sung-ah relax.”

I can’t,” Jisung croaked, his throat tightening and eyes beginning to sting with tears.

“Y/N is the strongest person I know,” Minho said. “She will get through this. She will. She has to. Just believe in her.”

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WIP | 07/13

A Poly!OT8 SKZ x Fem! Reader Written Series.

Author’s Note: So this “preview” is just a rough draft of a random scene I had an idea for. To be honest, I have been writing a lot of these lately. All different for fics that may or may not see the light of day (maybe I’ll start posting random wip Wednesdays and ask for opinions lol). But, by posting this, I wanted to know if I should take this somewhere eventually. Again, this is a rough draft. A very rough one. So if it doesn’t make sense… yeah🧍🏽‍��️I don’t really have a plan for it yet but, I definitely have some other scene ideas that have been floating around in my head. So maybe with some options I can decide if I should start this in the future. And if I do, I’ll probably start it after I finish my current open projects (Infrunami, Kiss Me, and Love Language).

Anyways, after you read please take a moment to comment or drop a like if you think I should move forward with this. Also if you see any mistakes ignored them. Didn’t proof read but if I do continue with this I’ll go through fix it😔

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“So, I kind of have a question for you.”

Your eyes peeled away from your Microbiology textbook and to the freckled man sitting across from you.

“And I might kind of have an answer for you,” you said, playfully.

Felix let out a huff of a laugh, hands running through his freshly re-dyed blond hair. You immediately noticed that his “laugh” didn’t reach his eyes and that his shoulder were visibly tensed. You sat up straightener, eyebrows furrowing together.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, tone serious.

Felix shook his head at that, reaching over and grabbing his bubble tea. He took a sip of it before focusing back on you. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said. “It’s just the question I have might be uhhh weird.”

“Seeing as you’re asking me in the middle of a busy ass cafe I don’t think it’s gonna be that weird,” you mused, still worried.

“We came here to study,” Felix said. “But I can’t focus with how busy it is right now.”

“So you decided to ask a weird question?” You asked.

“I just want your opinion on something.”

“Ask away.”

Felix sucked in a deep breath, eyes locking with yours. “What do you think about poly relationships?”

You blink a few times, confusion taking over. Tilting your head at him you ask, “Poly relationships?”

He nodded. “Are you against them or do you think they’re weird?”

“No. I’m not against them nor do think they’re weird. If everyone is happy in the relationship and it works for them, I really don’t see the problem.”

“You seem sure in your answer,” Felix said obviously a little surprised. “Most people aren’t.”

“I had a senior last year that was in a poly relationship,” you said with a shrug. “So, I’m not exactly new to it.”

“Wait, really?”

You nodded. “It was actually my first kind of… interaction-- if that’s the right way to put it— with one.” You smiled a little. “I knew he was in a relationship but I had no idea it was with multiple people. But one day I saw him kissing one guy and then the next day I saw him kissing another. So I was like oh my god! He’s cheating?! He didn’t seem like the cheating type you know? He was so sweet and such a gentleman. It actually threw me off. But then one of the other seniors in the class explained that he was a poly relationship. Before that I had honestly never given that type of relationship much thought. It wasn’t that I was against them or anything obviously, its just I’ve never actually witnessed one before that.”

“Were you close to this senior?” Felix asked.

“Not really?” You said. “We got paired up for a project randomly in the middle of the semester so it wasn’t like we didn’t talk. But he wasn’t one to share a lot about his personal life. He was really introverted but really, really cute. And like I said a gentleman. Even though he didn’t share much about himself he was always really sweet to me.”

“You had a crush on him, didn’t you?” Felix teased.

You pouted. “Maybe a tiny one. Again he was cute and sweet but he was taken so I would never go for him.”

“Even though he was in a poly relationship?”

“Yes? One he was in a relationship with two men so, I genuinely don’t know if he would even swing my way too. And again, he was taken. He may have multiple partners but I understand not all of those relationships are just… open?”

Felix hummed in understanding. “But if it was,” he said almost unsure, “do you think you could picture yourself in that type of relationship.”

You sat back in your chair thinking. “I don’t know? That’s definitely something I haven’t given thought to before. But if I was being honest, probably not. I mean, I have had crushes on multiple people at once. But actually being in love with multiple people and dating them all at once might be too much for me. It just seems like…” You trailed off, trying to find the right wording.

“A lot of work?” Felix asked almost knowingly.

You winced a little but nodded none of the less. “Again, I’m not against them. At all. I’m definitely a love who you want, however you want type of person. But I think for me, I can barely take care of and keep up with myself. So, the thought of trying to do that with one other person alone is daunting. Multiple people? I don’t think I could.”

“Did your senior never talk to you about how his relationship worked at least?”

“Nope. I don’t even think he knew that I knew. I never mentioned it because I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. He really did not share his personal life so I thought that if I brought it up, he would pull away. Especially because I know relationships like that a really looked down on.”

Felix nodded at that. “I can confirm a relationship like that is a lot of work,” he said.

“Huh?” You asked, confused.

“I’m in a poly relationship.”

“HUH?!”

Multiple people in the cafe whipped their heads around to stare at you after your loud outburst. You sunk into your seat more, glaring at a cackling Felix.

“I didn’t even know you were in any type of relationship to begin with, Lix,” you said, honestly shocked— and maybe a little heartbroken. “But now you’re telling me you have multiple partners?”

“Seven to be exact,” Felix said with a soft smile. “I have seven boyfriends. We all live together too.”

That had your eyes almost bugging out of your head. “S-s-seven?”

Felix nodded. “Yep.”

“How do you…”

“How do I manage it?” Felix asked knowingly.

You nodded.

“Trust me it was difficult at first to find the a balance but over the years we’ve gotten better” he said. “A lot actually. We’re all very in tune with one another. And yes, it can be a lot of work but I wouldn’t trade it for the world honestly.”

“There’s no jealousy or like… I don’t know, fights about things?”

“Jealousy between us? No. They all are kind of possessive though.” Felix laughed at that. “And yeah, we have arguments. Not many but I think in any type of relationship you will eventually, you know?. But we’re all very open with one another. We sit down and talk things out. We all take care of one another and our feelings.”

“Did you start dating all at once or?” You asked even more curious now.

Felix laughed again. “Oh god no,” he said. “It was gradual? It took a good two— almost three— years for us all to actually get together.”

You smiled softly at Felix. Even though the shock — and admittedly heartbreak— of the man you have the biggest crush on was actually already taken was still ebbing at your heart, you couldn’t help but feel happy for him. Because he looked happy. His eyes were glowing and he had this smile while talking about them that showed his love already.

“So it isn’t a date whoever you want type of relationship?” You asked. But then panicked. “Not to sound rude—“

Felix smiled at you. “It’s not rude don’t worry,” he said. “I know a relationship like mine can be confusing but I don’t mind explaining it. We’re in a closed relationship. Well, in a way? It was definitely a trial and error thing for a good while. But we’ve never shied away from sharing our crushes with one another. But it’s strictly if you date one, you date all. All eight of us have to agree too. We’ve had two people be added before but they…” He trailed off for a moment almost seemingly pained. He took a deep breath before continuing. “They didn’t work out. So, over the last few years it really has just been the eight of us. None of us have proposed bringing anyone else in.”

His eyes settled back on you, his gaze soft. “I am one of the more open side about sharing our relationship than some of the others,” he said. “But even then, it’s not often because we do get a lot of criticism. It’s not like it’s necessarily a secret or anything. A lot of people know about it actually. But, you’re my friend. And I really like you. So, I wanted to share this with you because I would love for you to meet them Y/N.”

You shifted a little. “Meet them?” You asked.

“One of my boyfriend’s childhood friends, Lia, is having a birthday party soon,” Felix said, scrounging through his bag. “A lot of people from the university are going to be there though so it’s not like you wouldn’t know anyone.” He handed you a pretty pink envelope. “I asked if I could bring a ‘plus one’ since all of my boyfriends already have their own invites. She agreed and gave me another one for you.”

You took the invite carefully from his hands. “Wait,” you said. “Lia? As in Choi Jisu?”

Felix nodded. “You’ve heard of her?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I went to high school with her girlfriend.”

“You went to high school with Yuna?!” Felix exclaimed.

You laughed a little. “We graduated the same year? We weren’t close cause I was only there our senior year. We did share literature classes our first and second year of university though. She mentioned Lia a couple times when we did talk. Plus, Haewon is friends with her too.”

“You need a bigger friend group Y/N,” Felix said.

“I have plenty of friends thank you,” you said with a pout.

“Your friend group consists of Sunoo, Sangwon, and Seunghan,” Felix said deadpan. “And why all S names?”

“Don’t shit on my boys,” you said. “I’m friends with Jaehyun too so, it’s not all S.”

“You need more female friends.”

“I have female friends.”

“You barely hang out with Haewon, Y/N. I think you and Yuna would be great friends honestly.”

You pouted more.

“Come to the party,” Felix said. “Meet my boyfriends and maybe make friends with Yuna at least.”

“I don’t know,” you said. “It’s not like I don’t want to meet your boyfriends, Lix. I do. I really do. But I’m not the most comfortable in going to a party without one of my friends you know.”

“You’re not comfortable going somewhere without Sunoo,” Felix said with a knowing look.

You winced a little at that. Okay, maybe you were a little too dependent and attached to your best friend.

“Can I think about it?” You asked.

“Of course you can,” Felix said. “And if you don’t want to go to the party then, I understand. Maybe we can figure out somewhere else for you to meet them all where you’d be comfortable.”

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“So you’re telling me,” Sunoo began, “that the guy you’ve had a massive crush on for months, is in already in a relationship and he never told you?”

You stopped your pacing and turned to look at your best friend who was currently sitting on the edge your bed. Sangwon was stretched out on it behind him, comfortably lounging into your pillows.

“That’s not even all of it,” you said.

“There’s no way it can get worse,” Sangwon said, voice obviously heavy with exhaustion.

“He’s in a relationship with seven other men.”

Now that had Sangwon sitting up. He and Sunoo both stared at you, wide eyed.

“What?” Sangwon asked, now sounding very much awake.

“What the fuck is your luck?” Sunoo asked. “First it was the senior you never talk about anymore and now Lee Felix? Both of your crushes, two years in a row are in poly relationships?”

“With all men,” Sangwon added.

You groaned, walking over to your bed and plopping down next to Sunoo.

“I was thinking about confessing to Felix,” you mumbled, resting your head against Sunoo’s shoulder.

“You were?” Sangwon asked, obviously a little surprised.

“After the project,” you said. “I don’t know. There were times I thought that maybe he was attracted to me or maybe that he actually liked me a little bit. But now I know he’s a taken man and I was being delusional. My luck really is shit.”

“I thought you were all ‘my crushes are just crushes I am not ready for a relationship’?” Sunoo asked.

“But it’s Lee Felix,” you sighed.

“Okay yeah,” Sunoo agreed. “Understandable.”

“He wants me to meet them.”

“His boyfriends?” Sangwon asked.

You nodded slowly, cheek still pressed against Sunoo’s shoulder. “At Lia’s birthday party. He gave me an invite.”

“Yuna’s girlfriend?” Sunoo asked.

You hummed.

“I don’t see the problem with that?” Sangwon said. “He obviously considers you to be a close friend if he wants you to actually meet them all.”

“But she doesn’t want to be just friends with him Won,” Sunoo corrected.

You shook your head at that. “I want to keep our friendship. He’s an amazing person. I’ll get over my crush eventually.”

“You really need more female friends,” Sangwon said with a sigh.

“You sound just like Lix,” you replied with a pout.

“Do you not want to meet his boyfriends?” Sunoo asked.

“I do,” you said. “It’s just…”

“You don’t like going to parties,” Sangwon finished.

You nodded. “Lix said I would probably know people there. And I mean I know Yuna. We’re just not close. Plus Haewon is most likely gonna be there. But... I don’t know. It’s weird if you guys aren’t there.”

“We need invites to get in?” Sunoo asked.

“That’s what it seems like yeah,” you said.

“I’ll ask Yuna then,” Sangwon said. “Maybe I can get ones for Seunghan and Jaehyun too.”

“I love you Wonnie.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

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CHAPTER 11: I’M FIGHTING THE VOICES

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CHAPTER 10: NOT YOU BEING MESSY

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CHAPTER 9: DO NOT PLAY DUMB

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CHAPTER 8: LIKE A COMPLETE BITCH

POV: 2nd Person.

— Word Count: 1k+.

Warnings: Depressing themes. Self deprecating thoughts.

Author’s Notes: No beta reader, we die like Neji🫡 Something short and sweet.

I just want my best friend back.

Felix’s text flashed in your mind persistently, a nagging feeling that made you feel like the biggest bitch in the world.

But why did Jisung blame himself for your accident? You couldn’t think of a moment between you two to cause it.

You must have said something to him that night. Something you don’t remember.

Something that caused him to shut down over the last year and a half.

Your hands smoothed over the floral duvet you had just laid down and you let out a heavy sigh.

“That doesn’t sound good.”

You looked over your shoulder and to Chan standing in the doorway to your room. Well, technically 3RACHA’s guest room.

“What’s wrong?” Chan asked, stepping further into the room. “Did Changbin not dust good enough? He was in here for a good two hours cleaning.”

“No it’s not that,” you said sitting down on the queen sized bed. “It’s great in here. Really. Thank you again for letting me stay. I owe you.”

Chan smiled at that and sat next to you. “You don’t owe us anything.” He gave a playful nudge to your knee with his own. “So what is it?” he asked. “Jisung?”

You nodded, your head dropping. “I feel like shit,” you said. “Like a complete bitch right now.”

“You are not a bitch, Y/N.”

“I am though. He blames himself. And probably for something I said that I can’t remember.”

“You don’t know that,” Chan said. “And even if you did say something, you can fix it. You can apologize. Talk to him about it. Jisung will understand.”

“Being in pain doesn’t excuse what I said, Chan,” you grumbled.

“Y/N,” Chan said, voice firm. He grabbed your hand. “You almost died.”

Your eyes met his and your heart clench at the pained look he gave you.

“That night we nearly lost you, do you understand that?” He said. “All of us. We didn’t think you were going to make it to the morning. Hell, even your doctor was shocked when you woke up the next day. It was a miracle. All of us were hysterical when he told us you were going to be okay. I think Felix almost fainted from relief.”

You pouted a little. “I actually think that was the first time I’ve ever seen Minho or Seungmin cry.”

Chan laughed a little— though strained. “Those two love you. Way too much. Even if they deny it.” His expression turned more serious. Darker. “Especially Minho. I don’t know what would happen to him if we had lost you. I… I don’t—“

“Please don’t say it,” you muttered.

Chan hummed a little. “He almost went to jail for you.”

“Yeah I know,” you said. “I was right there for the the screaming match remember? In my hospital room. At eight am. I yelled at them to shut the fuck up.”

That got a genuine laugh out of Chan this time. “Oh my god I remember that. The trucker just came to apologize.”

“And then Minho punched the guy in the face and broke his nose,” you said. You cringed a little at the memory. “The blood. So gross.”

“Definitely not his uh… best moment?”

“Does he have a best moment?”

“He would beat you if he heard you say that,” Chan chuckled.

You gasped, offended. “No he would not. He loves me as much as he loves his cats, remember?”

“No?” Chan asked confused now. “When did he say that?”

“When he was shitfaced at your birthday party last year,” you said with a triumphant grin. “He FaceTimed me— in the bathroom, might I add— whining about how much he missed me. Sadly that was before I knew I was coming back, so I couldn’t comfort him much.”

“You should have recorded it.”

“Now that probably would end up with me getting my ass beat.”

The two of you shared a look before breaking down into a fit of laughter.

“God I can only imagine that,” Chan wheezed. “He had to have been completely gone.”

“It was your party!” You squeaked. “You don’t remember how drunk he was?”

“No because I was gone too. I do not remember that night at all.”

You blinked at him before shaking your head in disbelief. “Good lord,” you muttered. “I go to America for sixteen months for therapy and you all turn to alcohol.”

“That’s why all of us are so happy you’re back now,” Chan said. “Even Jisung.” He squinted at you. “And I can’t believe you think he hates you. I think that is the wildest thing that you have ever said.”

“I hurt him,” you said voice small now. “And something makes him think that my accident is his fault.

“Look,” Chan said. “The two of you have always had a weird push- pull relationship. You two were worse than him and Hyunjin used to be when you first met. Some of the fights you’ve had have genuinely scared me. But then you’d go back to just… neutral? Like the fight never happened and you could semi-stand each other again? Then take your first year of university. You two hung out with each other multiple times. By yourselves. And for some reason were perfectly fine.” Chan shook his head. “Don’t even get me started on that. It gave me whiplash.”

“We shared classes that’s all,” you said with a shrug.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say. But my point is— you two have been through so much together. And you guys almost developed an actual friendship before your accident. So, this, whatever this is that has happened between you two. I think it can be solved. You know, if you actually talked to one another.”

“I know.” You sighed. “And I should have apologized to him before I left for America. I had two full months of rotting in that damn hospital room to do so.”

“Mistakes are made. They make you human. Take the chance to fix it.”

“How will I do that when he’s not here?” you ask.

“Break in to his studio like Minho suggested,” Chan said. “You and him are probably the only people Jisung has never kicked out of it before. Hell, he’s let you sleep on his studio’s couch before, remember?”

“Yeah…” you trailed off.

Chan gave you his annoying endearing goofy grin and nudged your shoulder again. “Go fix this so we can all get annoyed with your two’s bickering again. Please. We miss it.”

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