#seulgi: gives me the material to work with

[authorhjk1]

Hello! Been loving your previous and current works and enjoyed reading them, plus this new idea of yours is kinda intriguing. I have yet to see someone make a masterpiece of Seulgi in this iconic outfit. I wish you all the best and stay safe.

Dark Red

(Kang Seulgi X Male Reader)

You both knew that one would eventually falter. While Irene placed her bet on Joy, you expected Yeri to be the first one.

But to your surprise it is Seulgi, who is know standing in front of your door. Her whole body is covered by a long brown coat. You can see the light flush of her cheeks and the slight smell of alcohol invades your nostrils. Seulgi has definitely been drinking.

"What do you mean by 'me too'?"

You pretend to be slow in catching on, wanting to hear the words from Seulgi herself.

"I-I I can't... It's just been so long since I've been with someone."

She looks up at you, her big eyes tempting you to give her a comforting hug.

"I can't keep watching the two of you."

"Well, if that makes you uncomfortable, we can always stop-"

"No!"

The color of her cheeks turns even darker in embarrassment.

"It-It did help me a little. Some material for... You know?"

"Seulgi, I don't know if I should have a conversation with you about these kind of things. You are my girlfriend's friend."

"I-I know."

Seulgi glances at her feet, a defeated look on her face.

"M-Maybe you c-could help me out this one time?"

You can tell that Seulgi is trying to gather all of her confidence. And you know it must be hard for her to ask her friend's boyfriend to cheat on her. But she seems to be really desperate.

And it's not like you are gonna cheat. Why would Seulgi think that Irene wouldn't like you to fuck her friends? She already makes them watch, when you fuck her. Irene made it very clear to you that, if this exact situation occurs, you can do whatever you want.

"I don't know, Seulgi."

You still pretend to be innocent, wanting to see how far she would go. Seulgi is unaware of Irene's kinks. So in her mind, she is actually asking you to cheat on her leader.

"I can make it worth your while, you know?"

She seems to have mustered all of her courage now.

You watch as she slowly starts to unbutton her coat. It reveals a short red dress with all sorts of different patterns. It seems like it's made out of red strings and dark flowers, which are attached to some fabric underneath.

You know for a fact that Seulgi has way more seductive outfits than this one. But she probably didn't plan on asking you for sex, when she put it on and left the house. Wait, what exactly is she asking for? She answers your question by herself.

"After I had to watch you so often, I now need the same. I want to feel it."

Seulgi steps closer. You are still very aware that you're standing in the doorframe as she wraps her arms around your neck.

"I want to know what it feels like."

She gets on her tiptoes and whispers into your ear.

"To get used."

Every man's patience has a limit. And your are no exception. Of course you could toy with her a little longer, but where would be the point?

"Get in."

You try to look as guilty as possible, hoping to keep up the act of you, cheating on Irene. Already planing on revealing it to Seulgi in the future, you walk after her. Maybe while you fuck her hard over the kitchen counter in their dorm and Irene walks in? You would love to see Seulgi's face in that moment.

She is now looking around your living room.

"You have a really nice h-"

"No talking."

You spin her around, pressing your lips on hers.

Seulgi immediately whimpers as she finally feels you touching her. Her tongue starts to invade your mouth, trying to fight yours. As she deepens the kiss, you bend your knee a little, forcing it forward, right between her thighs.

A moan escapes her mouth as you push upwards. Even without orders, Seulgi starts rubbing herself on your knee. After only a couple of moments, you feel something wet form on your jeans. You break the kiss off, pushing Seulgi off of you.

"You really are needy."

She gives you a pleading look as she nods.

"Just do with me what you want. I just need to feel you."

You reach forward, grabbing both her arms with your hands and pull her towards you again. Seulgi stumbles forward. You catch her by grabbing her naked thighs. Lifting her up, her face is now right above yours. She instinctively captures your lips with hers again. Your hands glide along her thighs as you marvel at their fullness. Hundreds of hours of dancing. All packed into these thighs of hers.

A couple of steps forward and you push Seulgi against your wall.

"Le me feel how tight your pussy is."

Seulgi gasps at your words, feeling how your hand reaches underneath her dress. No panties. They're probably stuffed into her coat. Dipping a finger inside, you hear her moan loudly.

"Damn, Seulgi. You must be way tighter than her."

You want to make Seulgi feel guilty for making you "cheat" by mentioning Irene.

Seulgi's eyes drip with lust as she bites her lip. She herself can't tell how she got herself in this kind of situation. What a bad friend she is! A bad bandmate! A bad person!

And yet, as you quickly open your pants with your free hand, Seulgi can only drool for your cock.

You don't even give her enough time to take a good look at it. It disappears underneath her dress as you take both her butt cheeks into your hands.

"Oh, god!"

Seulgi lets out a loud moan as you penetrate her. Her head falls back against the wall as you pull her onto your cock.

"Y-You are way bigger than-than I thought."

She manages to say during her up and downs as you move her body along your shaft.

"And you really are tight, Seulgi."

You start to complement her whole body while you nail her against the wall. Like an expensive painting, you admire her beauty.

"Oh, yes! Please!"

Seulgi definitely went too long without any intimacy. It only takes her a couple of seconds more and she quickly cums on your cock. Her pussy clamps down on you as you keep lifting her body up and down.

"I-I need your cum! I saw y-you filling her up."

You are aware that Seulgi avoided calling Irene by her name. Kissing her neck, you hold Seulgi in place and start trusting into her from below.

She quickly turns into a stuttering mess, while you mark her neck. It'd be fun to see Seulgi trying to hide it from Irene, despite the older one "not knowing" where it came from.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Seulgi buries her head in your shoulder as she climaxes for a second time. Her pussy feels tighter now. And wetter. You feel her juices drip down your cock as you chase your own high.

Her back rubs against the wall as you keep pounding into her from underneath. Her nails start to scratch at your back as Seulgi tries to let go of the pleasure, which is overwhelming her.

"Fuck, Seulgi."

With your final thrust upwards, you simultaneously pull her down.

"Holy-!"

Seulgi's cry is interrupted by a gasp as she feels your cum flooding her insides. Her pussy is filled within a matter of seconds. Your warm cum starts to leak out of your connection, slowly dripping onto the floor.

"That was..."

Seulgi's heavy breathing stops her from finishing her sentence. You wonder if the fact that you are "cheating" is getting Seulgi off.

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Hi, everyone!

Hope you liked this one. I honestly did go over the limit by a couple of minutes, because I wasn't finished, since the intro got longer than I expected. But that's not a big problem, gonna try to keep it a little shorter from now on.

Stay healthy!

[revehae]

like oxygen

pairing ↠ abductor!seulgi x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, noncon, pussy slapping, kidnapping, choking, drugging, pretty vague mention of stalking

summary ↠ you tried to escape her, but it was too late. she’s not letting you go; she needs you like you need oxygen.

wc ↠ 1.2k

a/n ↠ this is a repost!

don’t like it, don’t read.

it feels like you’re taking your first breaths when you blink for the first couple of times, eyes fluttering open and shut, vision a blur until that moment when everything finally focuses — and then everything hits you hard. the chase. the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. the feeling of her breath on your neck as she held the cloth over your mouth, and she whispered ever so soothingly, “shh, don’t try to fight it. you won’t win. just go to sleep.” in that moment, you thought that you were taking your last breaths. 

clearly not. 

the setting is unfamiliar, though as dull as the alleyway you had previously ran through. your brain works slowly, but you soon come to the realization that you’re in a basement. her basement, most likely. you try to move, but your body works slowly, too. it’s only when you feel some kind of material digging into your skin that you realize you’re being bound down. 

you feel so damn sluggish. the cloth - whatever chemicals were on it might as well have paralyzed you. 

“wakey wakey,” a familiar voice sings. if you could, your neck would have snapped in the noise’s direction. but you don’t need to look to tell that it’s her. your abductor. 

she finally steps into your range of vision, still smiling menacingly. god, if it weren’t for the fact that she had kidnapped you, you would have thought that it was cute. now, it was nothing more than haunting.

seulgi rubs her forearm, in a bit of pain, but she doesn’t show it well. “you really put up a fight back there, you know,” she tilts her head, staring into your fearful eyes. in all honesty, she had gone easy on you. there was no need to exert too much force, she loved the thrill of chasing you and letting you believe that there was a chance of you getting away. though you knew now that there was none. ”even left a mark on me when i haven’t even hurt you - yet,” the emphasis on the word yet makes you tremble. “don’t you think you deserve to make up for that?”

and then, she begins to walk closer to you. your eyes widen and every rational thought remaining in your body is begging for you to move even a muscle, but you can’t. you’re trying, you’re trying so hard to move, but your body won’t listen.

she crawls on top of you, beginning to tug at your clothes, and as much as you want to try and get her to stop, you’re utterly powerless against her. you manage to shake your head a few times, but all seulgi does is smile in your face and shake her head back at you mockingly, unbuttoning your top and letting it fall to the ground. “stop,” you exclaim, “stop!” but she doesn’t listen, moving to take off your bottoms. the moment you’re naked she’s between your thighs, almost in awe at the sight of you. “you’re so pretty,” seulgi sighs, ignoring your pleas. or maybe she’s so in her head that she really doesn’t hear you, too focused on your cunt.

seulgi loses every bit of restraint she had and latches her mouth onto your cunt, the sudden earning a surprised noise from you. in revolt, you try to close your thighs, but to no avail. the only person capable of moving your limbs at the movement is, oddly enough, her. 

the taste of you has seulgi in a trance-like state. finally, the moment she’s been waiting for. seulgi’s had her eye on you long before now, planning exactly how and when she would finally make her move. that moment happened to be today, and the wait was worth it. one taste of you has her knowing that she’ll never ever give you back to the world - not until you’re so equally hypnotized by her to the point that you’re the one coming back for more.

and arguably worst of all, it feels good. you’re suppressing all of the noises of pleasure at the tip of your tongue, replacing them with ones of anguish. nothing gets past seulgi, though. one look at your face, and she can tell that you’re into this. 

seulgi lifts her head, replacing her mouth with her pretty fingers to keep you occupied. “you like this,” she laughs, the most taunting look on your face. it’s humiliating, but you know that she can feel your pussy gripping around her fingers, which only heightens the sheer embarrassment you feel. “you fucking like this!” 

you shake your head (maybe the drugs were losing effect. it was hard to tell how long you had been in there), denying it, but seulgi’s relentless, moving her fingers harder and in search for your spot. she finds it soon enough, which is obvious by the moan that manages to escape your mouth. you put your hand over it, hating that you’re entertaining her. “admit it,” she orders, removing her fingers to give your cunt a little slap. you make a noise of pain, but she doesn’t care, looking you dead in your eyes. “admit that you like this.” 

“no!” 

another slap. another noise from you.

the cycle repeats itself again, and seulgi purrs with that stupid smile on her face, “i’ve got all day and night, baby. and i’m starting to think that the only reason you’re denying it is because you like me hitting you, too.” 

she hit the nail on the head, but you would never admit it. your cheeks are burning and so is your cunt, but something about it is dangerously arousing to you. and seulgi is still determined, feeding into your lies for a moment before she decides to change her m.o. “fine,” seulgi says, and you think she’s giving up until she reaches over and wraps her hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply. her fingers are wet with your arousal and it sticks to the skin of your neck, but you’re more focused on the fact that you can’t breathe. seulgi tilts her head, demanding in a sweet tone that betrays her actions, “admit it. your pretty little pussy’s so wet that i already know you do. so just admit it.”

you want to fight it, you really do, but the hazier your vision gets the more you crave air, and you just can’t resist it anymore. “i… i like it. i like it…” you admit through croaks, hardly able to speak with her hand so firm around your neck. 

“hm, what was that? i didn’t hear you,” seulgi teases. 

“i like it!” you say with struggle again, hands trying to claw at hers in an attempt to pry them off of you, but you’re still too weak. “please. can’t- i can’t breathe.”

she’s half-tempted to ignore your pleads, loving the way you look with every last breath leaving your body, but seulgi’s kind enough to release you, watching as you pant and cough, tears strolling down your cheeks when the air finds you once again. 

“see how easy that was?” seulgi giggles. she leans over to kiss you briefly, then whispers in your ear, “next time you want me to hit you, just ask.”

[wendyslegalwife]

HAPPY VALENTINES!!!! could you write a fluffy wendy fic where reader just spoils her in cute gifts?? i love your works!

Wendyxfemdreader

Genre:fluff

Warnings: none

Tysm anonie!! I'm so happy you love my works🥹🩵🩵

★ Eversince you and wendy had been engaged you couldn't shake off your habit of buying her tons of gifts, even she had to find ways to store her things because all of those were from you and she couldn't even store them properly as they were a lot.

It was finally christmas once again and you had decided to give her nothing else but gifts and love, walking into the giant mall going from stall to stall just to get her anything she would love and deserve, you always had to force her friends irene, seulgi, joy, and yeri just to help you with buying for wendy.

Even they were always having fun since you had always gave them something in return as an appreciation for the they have gave to you, as for the last and final shop you and the girls had decided to purchase a full collection of designer bags from chanel, louis vitton, and all the high end brands you could think of.

This was only a little amount for you, it only seemed like cute little presents that were just nothing but a spare change in your wallet, but to her it was more than that she felt like you only prioritized giving her gifts instead of giving her actual affection.

So this time you really took priority on focusing more on giving cuddles and kisses rather than just spoiling her with lots of luxurious gifts she wouldn't even dare to use because it has a sentimental value towards her.

"Thank you ladies, I appreciate the help once again, I have to go now I hope you ladies enjoy your gifts." All the girls nodded happily, joy smiled widely, "Thank you y/n! Happy holidays," they waved their goodbyes and went about their days, you waved back and got out of the mall as you drove back home.

You opened the door seeing wendy watching tv as she is laying down on the couch, she turned her head, her eyes widening in happiness as she immediately ran to hug you tight, the small girl embracing your stoic figure.

"baby I missrd you! Where have you been all day.. you didn't respond to all my calls and text-" you shushed her with your finger, "hush my darling, do not worry for I have been out with your friends for some shopping." Wendy frowned, "did you go shopping without me?" "Yes but please sit down dear I have much to show you."

You both sat down with a smile painted both on your faces, you carried a humongous box infront of her and let her open the box, as she was unwrapping the box barely reaching the top as her small figure was struggling to reach, you lifted her up making it easier for her.

She gasped in awe and excitement as there was many wrapped boxes of gifts stacked and labeled each, you let her relax as you took out all of the gifts she watched patiently, "Why so much baby? you know that I already have three rooms filled with so much presents from you" "anything for my princess, and besides gifts is the one of the things I will be giving you." "Those that mean I'm getting something else other than just materials?"

You smiled, scooping her into your arms not wasting a single second into taking her in your bedroom laying her down ever so lightly, she smiled pecking your lips which you gave back in return. "My princess let's spend this special holiday with love and joy."

And so you attacked her... With lots of smooches! All over her face and neck which made the small girl giggle in joy feeling ticklish of your lips, "Hehe oh my baby so much kisses! It tickles!!" She giggled out loud like a kid healing her inner childhood, she didn't receive much attention back when she was just a child since her parents had to work hard just to keep a roof over their heads.

"I know I've been very materialistic towards you instead of being affectionate, I'm very disappointed in myself that's why let's keep it nice and simple this year.." Wendy held your face as she looked deep into your eyes, "even if you've given me so much already?" She jokingly said which made you laugh.

Enjoying this warm special moment of embracing each other warmly, seizing the moment filled with warmth and happiness. Wendy nuzzled close up against the crook of your neck humming a beautiful melody.

"anything else you'd like to do this Christmas my princess? more hugs? Cuddles? Smooches? You name it my love." "How about a kiss?" You nodded with a smile pulling her in for a kiss, the kiss turning into something more as the night comes.

-wendyslegalwife🩵🩵

[adminnie]

what's everyone's view on their s/o having a kid from a previous relationship?

There's a lot to get through considering so let me run it down. There are deeper thoughts and feelings about it but this is just an overview since there was no-one specific asked for !!

Irene: He does not have children from a previous relationship and since she's engaged to him, after 5 years, she'd be upset to learn he did. Chan: It would depend on how much he cares for them because he does not do or want children. He wouldn't make them feel ashamed for having a child but he wouldn't want to be involved in any way. San: He'd be fine with it if his fiancee had a child from a previous relationship, mostly because things happen and children aren't something to be ashamed of. He would feel weird though that it took a while for it to be brought up. Juyeon: He would think that it should be something discussed before getting into the relationship. He's not really keen on children and has his own issues about connecting with people so it would be weird to him that this is brought up after they are a couple. Jongin (Wolf): Considering he's in a gay relationship and he knows his partner has never had a kid before, he would be thrown off but he'd accept it because he loves his partner. Jangmi: She loves kids so if her partner had a child from previous relationship, she'd accept it with open arms. Life happens, can't do much about it.

Luna: It would initially shock her considering her settled relationship but she would want to make it work so the child felt accepted and at home with her partners. Hongjoong: He would not be with someone who has a child from a previous relationship. Mikyoung: She was raised to take care of children and is a school teacher so she would accept her partner having a child but also wouldn't try to be the mother (unless its okay) as she would respects both parents. Nayeon: Since Nayeon is currently dating someone who has a child, she wouldn't mind it. She was raised by a single dad and thinks that there is nothing wrong being with a single parent as they deserve love to. A child should not deter someone, in her opinion, but is something to embrace. She treats the child like her own. Christian: He'd be uncomfortable honestly because he doesn't live a lifestyle suited for a child and wouldn't want to change himself simply because a child is involved. Chris (Mafia): Chris personally doesn't care if someone has a kid but since he is not interested in children or having them, he wouldn't want to be involved with someone who does. Seulgi: She is not mother material and would not want to be involved with someone who has a child — for their own safety. Soyeon: She'd be a little on edge as she doesn't fully trust her other self but she would praise the partner for having done a good job with their kid. Jongin (Yandere): He would not want to have a partner with a child simply because he wants to be the one to give his partner a child.

Chris (Idol): While in one of his verses, Chris' interest is pregnant, he would be very weary about a partner having children if they were to meet — simply due to safety reasons. Minho: He's indifferent because children happen but he wouldn't want to be expected to be involved too much due to his career. Changbin: He would feel a little strange if it was brought up but he'd rather it happen before a relationship starts rather than actually dating him and it being thrown at him. Hyunjin: He'd run honestly, he's a fuck boy. He doesn't want kids (right now) and would not want to be involved with someone who has a kid. Minhyuk: He would sit down and talk to his partner about stuff before deciding on what to do. His lifestyle isn't quite compatible for a child to be involved but for someone he cares about deeply, he'll do what he can. Jessica: She wouldn't mind but with her career just growing, being a gay idol is already hard enough and she's still young — a child would be hard to navigate for her. Ryujin: She'd be fine with her partner having a child as long as it's brought up from the start because it does change a dynamic in her opinion. Jaekyung: If the connection between them is strong and the relationship is developing well, he would be okay with it but he would put some boundaries in place when it comes to certain things. Sohee: Since her and her partner's relationship is still very much honeymoon phase, she'd find it a change and confusing to bring it up later on but she loves him and would make it work. Personally, she would prefer to be the mum.

Yeji: She wouldn't like it mostly because she thinks it might impact on the time given to her and developing as a couple. Jake: If it's something he's known from the start and he's grown to care for this person as a friend and knows the kid — he wouldn't really mind too much. Chaerin: She would be very accepting of her partner having a child and would be as involved as she's allowed to be. Chris (CEO): He wouldn't be turned off, per se, but he would but up some firm boundaries when it comes to their relationship. Hwayoung: She would find it a little hard to navigate at first considering her position but she would try her best to be accommodating. Eunseo: She would feel a little weird dating someone who has a kid at her age because she's trying to study and work for her career and wouldn't want to feel like she has to behave a certain way before she's ready.

Winter: She wouldn't be overly worried as long as there were no expectations thrown at her about needing to be involved in the child's upbringing. Sana: It would depend on her relationship with the person before the child is brought up. If they are friends first, she'd grow to love the child anyway but if it is dating first then she'd probably struggle to navigate the two. Seonghwa: He would not want to be involved with someone who has a child. Kai: He would ghost honestly, poof disappear because he didn't ask for a child to be brought into his lifestyle. Johnny: He would be honest, he wouldn't make his partner feel ashamed by it but considering what he is, he would make it clear that it's better to not be involved. Moonbyul: She'd feel a little upset that it's so late into the relationship that it's been brought up but she'd be accepting because she fell in love with him first.

Mingi: He wouldn't really know how to handle it and would probably say something wrong because he just doesn't have life experience to know how to deal with it. Azrael: He would make sure his partner knew that they were strong to raise a child on their own and while he wouldn't be able to be deeply involved, he'd help out where he could. Serena: She would be confused about how that happened in the first place considering but she would try and navigate it as best as she could. Chris (Wolf): He would be accepting and want to be involved as much as he could be when it comes to the child. He wouldn't want to overstep but he's naturally caring so he'd want to help. Chaos: He would not get involved with someone who has a child. Karina: She'd find it a little difficult to navigate because a child is a big deal for her kind but she'd talk about it and see how they could work through it.

Overall, it is something that is touchy if it's from a different RP relationship that has ended. Since my chatbots run a bit differently, their reasons and feelings would be different because that relationship existed in the same timeline.

An old muse of mine (that I had contemplated bringing back) was a surrogate of a previous muse's relationship and she kept the child when that muse and his relationship was removed. The lore and background is all still attached to the child (Rinnie) and when interacting with people, it was still mentioned because it was an important milestone for that character.

Currently, Chris (Idol) is going to be a father because his partner is pregnant with his kid. That child, regardless of how things work out, will not be taken to another relationship (with Sunmi or Sua or future) because they are different verses and are kept separately from each other. It will only become an addition to his main profile, if it's something that has been agreed upon by myself and the other admin. The same rule applies for marriages/divorces/relationships unless it is key to that character's actual growth outside of a verse, it does not exist in other verses.

If it is something that you, as the admin, have given the character then that's a different story. It's a part of their main character identity but if it is coming from a previous ship — that's where it gets a little iffy for me as an admin.

It's a drawn out answer but I hope it clears things up and also just gives clarity for anyone who potentially wants to ship and brings up certain things from previous/current relationships of mine or theirs (as this has happened before).

[biscuitblinkeu]

Before The Banquet [12]

Chaennie x Fem!reader

Something weird is going on.

Word count: 2599

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“Why so many marks?” You seethed as you looked in the mirror. Your reflection showed the multiple bites and cool-colored blotches lingering around your collarbone and neck. You feel Chaeyoung’s arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“I simply want everyone to know your mine,” she pauses, “my human.” She adds, studying your face through the mirror's reflection. “My pretty human.” She enjoys how flustered you get.

“Yours…” you mutter, cheeks hot. The idea sounded nice, and you technically are already hers since you’re paired. It’s just the way she says it that makes you flustered— she thinks you're pretty.

(Gosh, so does Jennie.

Chaeyoung is a nice person, she may be annoying sometimes but you liked her— as a friend?? Maybe more. You didn’t know what label you have, you’re dealing with supernatural beings, these things work differently. You kissed a lot, did some things, but you’re overthinking. This was probably the normal relationship between angel guardians and their humans.

“Yes, mine.” Chaeyoung spoke, and you could feel her breath tickle your neck, close. Then she big down, sucked, and added yet another mark, making you yelp and push the angel off. “Do not add another.” You chastised, eyes narrowed at her as you covered your neck, absentmindedly rubbing the spot she bit.

Chaeyoung laughs, “I’m sorry.” The smile is very apparent on her face and it leads you to believe she’s not. She can’t help it, she wants to touch or tease you every moment she gets.

You don’t accept her apology, and you kneel down and take a box out of the cabinet, grabbing concealer and other materials that will help cover up your neck.

You don’t miss her frown in the reflection as you start applying it. What is it now?

Chaeyoung wants to wipe it off, she’s not happy about you covering her marks: they were made to be seen. She doesn’t bother you though.

After your done covering up your neck you stare at Chaeyoung, whose expression is back to normal with that irritating smile. The angel’s expression just grows brighter the more you stare.

“You’re creeping me out,” you mutter, and her face returns to a frown. You chuckle, moving past her and out the bathroom to your bed, which you start fixing. She watched you as you did so.

“You can wait downstairs, I’ll be done soon. It’s gonna be boring watching.” You said as you fluff your pillows, placing the Mandu pillow you bought for the reaper in front.

“You want me to leave?” The angel says with a pitiful tone, but the teasing smile on her face lets you know it’s fake. You nod wordlessly, and her face falls— she actually looks sad. Chaeyoung wasn’t expecting that answer.

“I’m not kicking you out, I’ll be done in a minute. I can’t leave my room messy.” You explain further, in hope that she doesn’t look like a kicked puppy anymore. It makes your heart pang, you don’t like seeing the angel frown.

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow, looking around your room. The room looked clean, presentable, except your bed. With a pout, she makes her way out your room and down the stairs. She figured she’d wait with the others till you were done. She has to admit she wanted to stay, just to be near you.

It was such a shame.

When Chaeyoung nears the bottom of the staircase, she can see two new visitors. The Archangel and bunny.

“Nayeon? Seulgi?” She called, gaining the two's attention. Nayeon looked up at her with a smile, Seulgi sending a wave. “Sorry for coming with no notice. I wanted to talk about the banquet with you.” Seulgi said as she got up to give Chaeyoung a hug.

“It’s alright, I’m just surprised. Where’s Yeji?” She inquired, seeing as only they were present. Seulgi steps back, “she couldn’t come, she has work to do. But she’s really looking forward to meeting (Y/n).” She answers, eyes gazing to the side where you’ve just entered the room.

Jennie visibly perks up at your appearance, sending you a gummy smile and cute wave. You smile back.

“She has permission to go, if you want to bring her.” Seulgi points to you, who’s all but confused. Why are there so many angels in your apartment?? What do they mean banquet?

“My father let you? Have you talked about it with them?” The angel questioned, looking at you as well.

Seulgi nodded, “I talked with your parents about it and they said it was fine as long as you watch her, or one of us. Any angel can steal her up there.” Chaeyoung hummed. She won’t let that happen. “It’s up to her,” Chaeyoung said as she went to sit on the couch next to Nayeon and Jisoo.

You look at Chaeyoung in betrayal. You stood in the middle of the room like a lost child. There was nowhere to sit, all of them were taking up your small living room, all five angels and the reaper.

Of course, Chaeyoung notices, and so does Jennie.

Chaeyoung smiles, gesturing to her lap. “(Y/n), you can sit right here—”

“Or!” Jennie’s voice interrupts, and she makes grabby hands at you, “You can have my spot, your own seat.”

Now, tasked with the option of Chaeyoung’s very comfortable lap, but with the addition of naughty wandering hands and potentially another bite mark on your poor neck, or the feline-eyed reaper who’s offering to give her seat to you, and, who won’t bite your neck, you’ve met a dilemma.

Oh who are you kidding! You’re not letting Chaeyoung feel you up in front of all her angel friends, ‘here I come Jennie!’

‘Deceiving’, Chaeyoung thinks as she sees that you’ve made up your mind and you shift towards Jennie, and it's what all the angels in the room are thinking.

Careful not to trip on stray legs and fall on your face, you make your way past your angel and to, well, your reaper. Chaeyoung pouts like a little kid when you pass her and Lisa and Jisoo are holding back laughs.

You think it was totally worth it seeing Jennie’s face light up. True to her words, she gets up and lets you take her spot. You plop down, so content, and get comfortable. Then— oh, something’s plopped down on you.

Jennie is sitting on your lap.

Everyone knew. Deceiving: Jennie. There’s always a catch with her, you see, and you’ve played right into it. You get the seat, yes, but Jennie gets to sit on your lap.

Dammit, she should’ve thought of that.

Chaeyoung’s practically trembling in her spot, on the verge of making a portal and pulling you through it and into her arms. Jennie is grinning at her with that sly, cat ate the canary grin, eyes shining playfully, of course. Everyone is laughing their asses off, Jennie has you.

You don’t seem to mind after you’ve got over your initial shock, your hands are resting on her thighs like this is a normal thing, and probably is, because Chaeyoung doesn’t know what you two do when she’s in the Bright Lands on duty.

But the sight is so adorable Chaeyoung has to let it go.

When the energy in the room dies down, and everyone’s done making fun of Chaeyoung, they’re all staring at you again. Staring intently— it never ends does it? You feel multiple shivers threatening to break from your body, and you conclude that angels have a huge staring problem, and they’re gaze makes you feel cold.

How stupid is that?

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” You ask, titling your head much like a confused puppy, wearing a scowl on your face. Chaeyoung grins.

“Cute,” comes Nayeon’s voice, and she speaks for them all. Your scowl gets deeper, you’re not trying to be cute! You want to ask who that bunny toothed angel is, but that can wait.

“You really have a nice human Chaeyoung. She looks better when she’s not passed out.” Nayeon rambled, and Chaeyoung slapped the back of her head: a warning to shut up.

You narrow your eyes at them, before deciding to ask the next question on your mind. “What is all this about a banquet?” You wanted to know why your name was brought up before, and you’re pretty sure humans weren’t allowed in “heaven” or whatever it is they have going on. You’ve only heard about this “banquet” once from Chaeyoung.

“We’re saying you can come to the banquet. If you want to, of course.”

“Oh. Is it okay if I go though?” You’re recalling the bear-like angel's name, “Seulgi was saying I’ll be in danger.” You’re tired of being in danger.

“You won’t be in danger. At least not with me near you.” Chaeyoung promised, and at her words the rest of the angels scowl at her for doubting them like that.

They could protect you just as Chaeyoung could. It’s also obvious Jennie could protect you, so she doesn’t take offense— and she doesn’t even know if she’ll be allowed at the banquet this year.

“You’d have to be with me at all times.” Chaeyoung informed you. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” You felt warm from her words and avoided her determined eyes. “I’ll go then,” you said quietly and Jennie giggled at your state. “I’m interested in what it is. It’s some type of fancy party right?” The angels nod in response.

You think if it’s a party it should be nice. You don’t know what to expect though since you haven’t been to one since highschool. You prefer to stay home and keep to yourself.

“Are you sure?” Naeyeon asked. “A lot of angels and fallen ones will be there. Maybe some demons depending on their status. You’ll probably be belittled, praised, or attract unwanted attention.” She tells you.

“It’s fine, I’ll stay close to you guys.” You ignore the obvious flip in your stomach. “You’ll protect me right?” You say shakily, a bit unsure. Everyone knows you have your doubts seeing as you’ve been kidnapped once and had your fair share of run-ins with supernatural beings who harbored ill feelings toward you.

Jennie squeezes your hand, and Jisoo speaks up, “Yes we will. We won’t let anything happen to you, don’t be scared.” She spoke for all of them. Lisa nods her head, “She’s right, we’ll practically be glued to your side.”

You smiled at their confirmation. You trust them.

“Now that that’s settled…” Seulgi starts, “the banquet is at 8:42 pm human time. (Y/n) you can choose to go to school that day or stay home. Regulardless, we will pick you up before then.” She finished as she got up to stretch her limbs.

“I’ll stay home.” You answered. “Do I need a specific outfit for this?” You don’t know how to dress for a party with angels. You don’t have anything super fancy or designer branded. Your wardrobe is mostly made out of hoodies, sweatpants, and jeans.

“I have clothes for you.” Chaeyoung said. “Very nice ones that’ll fit you well, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Okay then. We’ll be around at 7pm. It was nice meeting you, (Y/n).” Seulgi gives you a small bow. “I’m guessing Jennie and Pasta I’ll stay, so we’ll leave now.” Jisoo added, picking Nayeon up— yes, picking her up.

“Im Nayeon by the way!” The bunny toothed angel yells to you before she steps into the portal. The rest follow after.

Nayeon. That’s another ball you’ll remember.

When the portal closes, you ask, “Are they together?”

The angel hums before responding, getting up from her seat and walking over to you two, before taking a seat on your other side, throwing Jennie’s legs over her lap. “I’m not sure, but you could say that.” She pauses to think. Jisoo and Nayeon are surely together, they act like it, and they aren’t exactly secretive about it. She doesn’t want to be the one to confirm it because there’s still the chance she’s wrong, and they’re just touchy friends. “I think it would be better to ask them.”

“How many of you are there?” You asked another question, and Chaeyoung couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face. She has a very inquisitive human.

“About six, other than me. There’s Seulgi, Jisoo, Lisa, Nayeon, Jennie, and Yeji.” She answers, and you try to remember the names, repeating them inside your head.

You’ve met all them except Yeji.

“Who’s Yeji?”

“You can recognize her easily, she looks like a fox— or the light fury from that dragon movie you’re always watching.”

“That’s cool.” You said, imagining how she looks. “Can you make food?” You asked, and the reaper and angel were surprised at the quick topic change.

Chaeyoung and Jennie got up, and the angel asked, “What would you like?”

“Jeongol?” You suggested, soon clutching your stomach in embarrassment when it rumbled. Jennie laughed, and her eyes formed crescents.

“Okay. It should be done in fifteen to twenty minutes, depending on the preparation.” Chaeyoung thought out loud, if Jennie helped it would go by fast. You nodded.

“I’ll just wait, call me when you’re done. Thank you.” You said before laying back on the couch, pulling a cover over yourself as you closed your eyes. Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow, a taunting smirk on her features, “You’re sleeping?” She asked and you nodded.

This reminded her of the first time she cooked for you and you fell asleep. “Alright, I will. Sleep well.” She leans down and pets your hair before leaving to the kitchen.

Jennie is still standing in the living room. Maybe she wouldn’t help Chaeyoung and instead lay with you. That sounds much more—

“Jennie, what are you doing? You’re helping, we have to talk as well.” Jennie groans, dragging her feet to the kitchen.

They make sure to be extra quiet while cooking. Chaeyoung summons knives that cut the vegetables and meat themselves, making them chop slowly. Jennie washed the rice herself and put it on the stove for Chaeyoung to access. As Chaeyoung is about to pour water in, a violent shudder goes through her— causing her to flinch and drop the water pitcher.

The angel just barely catches it before it hits the ground and shatters. Despite saving it, water is spilled everywhere. With a small annoyed groan, Chaeyoung lifts one arm above her head as she’s still laying on the floor and snaps her fingers twice. Two mops appear and start cleaning up the mess.

“Are you okay Rosie?” Jennie asks, hopping off the counter and going to Chaeyoung’s side. She feels off. Everything is spinning and blurry. Her head is ringing— and there’s a voice, screaming at her to go to you, wake you up, touch you.

Chaeyoung tries to stand up but is failing miserably, and Jennie grabs her arm to help. Then, it’s like a bolt runs through her at the contact and Jennie feels dazed a bit— and she feels the strong need to go to you and kiss you. She snaps out of it a moment later, and ignoring it, she helps Chaeyoung up.

The angel washes the pitcher and refills it with water. She won’t wake you up, not yet. They need to finish cooking. She and Jennie need to have a talk.

“Thank you.” Chaeyoung says after she covers the rice, turning to Jennie.

At the same time, they say,

“What’s wrong with your eyes?”

“Why are your eyes that color?”

Would you like to continue?

A/N - I’m starting to like writing frequently a lot and I think the only reason I was able to get this out in one day (literally started writing it three hours ago at 5 something and now it’s 7 ) is because I didn’t have practice or a lot of homework thank goddd, but I literally finished and posted this right as my three hour timer rung for me to stop writing and study 🥳

[writingzen]

Hey ♡ I was wondering if I can request:

TXT Yeonjun/ NCT Taeyong reaction to y/n talking about other members or anyone too much to them in general?

Hello, thank you for the request!

This is how I think it would most likely go

I think they would both get pretty jealous

✧ Yeonjun- TXT

-he’s a petty jealous and will make it very obvious

-let’s say you’re talking to Taehyun about something and he’ll very loudly go “Thank SOOBIN for actually paying attention to me”

-knowing the way he is, you both just ignore him.

-but this will honestly just make him more impatient.

-“remember Taehyun, she’s MY girlfriend”

-“Yeonjun” you warn him

-this won’t have any effect on yeonjun what so ever. He’ll continue his pettiness through the whole conversation you are having with Taehyun.

-at some point he will get tried and have enough

-“okay Taehyun, I think you have somewhere to go. So leave my girlfriend alone”

-petty bitch

-I also feel like after he’ll have the audacity to ignore you because to him that’s how it felt (Dramatic 🙄)

-but yeonjun being the way he is, can’t stay mad for long so that won’t last, but not before a “go talk to Taehyun, you seem to like him more”

“Yeonjun you literally took me away from him”

“Yea because you weren’t paying attention to me!”

-Just give him some kisses and my dude will be alright, but that won’t stop him from side eyeing terry from time to time

✧ Taeyong- NCT

-I feel like taeyong won’t be as obvious at first, but it will slowly start to show

-being the amazing leader he is, he’d be happy that you are spending more time with his members, but then it started getting too much

-you would not only hang out with them, but talk about them a lot more then he did

-but you were just finally happy to get to know his members, the guys that are really important to him, you wanted them to be just as important

-but you do have to admit, you found yourself truly becoming super close with Johnny in particular, obviously not in a romantic way, but in a bestie way

-he was just bestfriend material, always making jokes.

-though you enjoyed it, TY was starting not to.

-he would at first slowly try to take you away

“Y/n, I have to get to the studio. I gotta finish what I was working on”

“Give me a minute Tae”

-as you continue laughing with Johnny, TY would find himself getting somewhat annoyed and pouty.

-TY is lowkey sassy, so that side might come out as well, especially if it’s getting too long

“Okay then, imma take this call from Seulgi” (knowing damn well he ain’t getting no call)

“Huh? Yea okay sweetie” clearly not listening (bitchy move y/n😔)

-trying to take your attention away from Johnny but it doesn’t really work

-“come on, Y/N”

-at some point he’ll just stop the conversation himself and go “sorry Johnny, but we really gotta go” pulling you away

-as you finally say you’re last goodbyes, he doesn’t forget to throw some shade

-“You seem to really enjoy Johnny’s company….maybe even better then mine” he says the last part in a whisper but loud enough for you to hear it

-Of course you would reassure him and explain your feelings.

-He might be a bit mad, but not for long. You’re everything to Tae, he could never stay mad at you for long

[magicshopaholic]

The Fifth: Part 2 (Jungkook x OC)

Summary: After a horrible first date, Jungkook is determined to redeem himself with a second. You're just as determined not to give in, until you realise you might just.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Fluff, teasing, banter, idiots to lovers

Word count: 12.6 K

Warnings: Minor injuries, Jungkook in a leather jacket

Part 2 of 2 (Part 1)

Listen to: "whistle for the choir" by the fratellis

jungkook masterlist | main masterlist

Ping.

You close your eyes even tighter, groaning into the pillow when your phone pings again. It’s been a long few days; the promotion feels like it's in your grasp, just a few weeks away from becoming official. Barring any complications. Extra credit means extra work and less sleep, making tonight the first night in a long time that you’ve been able to go to bed by midnight.

When your phone pings a third time, you grudgingly open your eyes, the screen on the bedside table the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. Silently cursing whoever it is, you see a message from Jeon Jungkook on your lockscreen. You’re tired, but you find yourself opening it anyway to see three messages, all sent within a span of a minute.

JK [00:08]

I remembered a second thing.

JK [00:08]

You like Harry Styles.

JK [00:09]

You were singing along to my playlist in the car.

You frown, immediately thinking back to that night before replying.

Me [00:10]

What are you talking about?

JK [00:10]

You were singing along to Adore You. It was soft but you definitely were.

Me [00:11]

The music must have been echoing in the car.

JK [00:11]

Forgive me but your voice sounds nothing like Harry’s.

You wince, chewing on your bottom lip. It’s not completely unbelievable.

Me [00:12]

Um, I really don’t think I was singing.

JK [00:12]

You were. I distinctly remember because I was contemplating telling you to knock it off, but you actually sounded pretty good.

Me [00:13]

Oh.

Me [00:13]

That’s quite a compliment from you, I guess.

JK [00:14]

You’re welcome. And that’s two.

You roll your eyes, flipping onto your stomach to rest in a more comfortable position, gazing at your screen.

Me [00:15]

You remembered this random detail in the middle of the night?

JK [00:15]

It’s barely midnight. I just had my second dinner.

Me [00:15]

I thought you were on a diet.

JK [00:16]

Sigh. I am but I also spent two hours in the gym and eight hours in the dance studio so I’m allowing myself a cup of ramen.

Me [00:16]

Good kid.

JK [00:16]

Wait, did I wake you up?

Me [00:16]

Almost.

JK [00:16]

Huh. Already?

Me [00:17]

Yes. I need to make up for a week’s worth of sleep and still be up by seven.

JK [00:17]

I thought you people started work at nine. Do you take two hours to get ready?

Me [00:17]

No, but I need to make a detour to this coffee shop before work.

JK [00:18]

Doesn’t Hybe have coffee machines everywhere?

Me [00:18]

Yes, but the one on our floor’s been broken for ages. And I need the caffeine.

JK [00:18]

Alright then. I’ll let you sleep.

Me [00:18]

That’s very big of you.

JK [00:19]

Haha. Just wanted to remind you - two down, three to go. Goodnight :)

You sigh and lock your phone, rolling on your back to go to sleep. You picture the shit-eating grin he’s sure to have on his face right now, thrilled at remembering two things from the horrendous date you’d both been on. Ever since you made it clear to him that you’d forgiven him and weren’t mad at him anymore, his entire demeanour changed from wide-eyed and apologetic to downright mischievous and cocky.

You hadn’t quite expected Jungkook to take this challenge so seriously; to be honest, you’d only created it to discourage him. You were sure he remembered next to nothing, mostly because due to the lack of response, you’d eventually stopped talking as well. The fact of the matter was that there wasn’t a lot of material to begin with - or so you’d thought.

Somehow, a week after the launch party, he’d texted you out of the blue during a working lunch, where you, Seulgi and three other people were sitting on the floor of a conference room, working towards a deadline that took precedence over everything else, including food.

“Is that Sooya?” Seulgi asked immediately when your phone pinged. “She literally texted you five minutes ago! Tell your manager we’re doing it as fast as we can! Jesus.”

“No, hang on,” you muttered, frowning at your phone where it was on the table. From where you were sitting, you could only make out the notification and the length of the sender’s name - too short to be Kim Sooya’s. Reaching up, you retrieved it to find a message from someone you genuinely didn’t think you’d hear from again.

JK [13:40]

You don’t like seafood. Right?

You squinted. You’d saved his contact with just his initials seven months ago, finding it strange that Jeon Jungkook was messaging you at all. You weren’t a BTS fan by any stretch of the imagination; you knew them, you didn’t dislike them and if a popular song played at a club, you probably knew the words. But even you knew their maknae and moreover, you knew his fanbase. In an effort to keep the lowest profile possible, you’d gone so far as to mask his name in your phone as much as possible without feeling like a criminal.

Me [13:43]

Is this an accidental text?

He replied immediately.

JK [13:43]

No. You, Cheon Lia, don’t like seafood. Am I right?

It was true, unfortunately, but you could place neither the context nor the expected response.

Me [13:44]

Why do you think that?

JK [13:44]

Because on our date, I ordered the fish and you made a face. So you probably don’t like seafood.

Me [13:45]

Is this about the five things I dared you to remember from that night?

JK [13:45]

Yes. And this is one.

“What does she want?”

Your head whipped up to see Seulgi, eyes wide and questioning. “Oh, it’s - it’s not Sooya. Just… my mom.” You wait until she processes this and turns back to her laptop before turning back to your phone.

Me [13:46]

Alright. This is one. Good job, Jeon. I think.

JK [13:46]

Four more to go. Have a good day :)

That was four days ago. In the flurry of endless work, most of which is for BTS’s new comeback, you’ve been too busy to think about it and he’s presumably too busy with said comeback to do the same. Still, the fact that he’s texted you in the middle of the night implies that he hasn’t forgotten about your challenge - and you find you’re pleasantly surprised at how much he remembers.

You’re still thinking about it the next morning when you reach Hybe, along with wondering how much you might have inadvertently revealed on your date and how likely he is to come up with three more details. You’d only promised to consider a second date; you could still say no. You just hadn’t had the faith that he’d even come up with one thing, but the fact that he has two makes you start wondering if you’ll actually have to follow through on your promise.

“Someone out there likes you.” Seulgi greets you with a sing-songy remark, giving you a meaningful look as she brushes past you to go to her desk.

You almost choke again. “Excuse me?”

“Sorry. I should say someone up there likes you,” she amends. She juts her chin towards something behind you. “They fixed the coffee machine.”

“What?” you gasp, turning around hurrying towards the beautiful, ancient machine that’s been here, in this floor of the Hybe building for nearly as long as you have and run your hands down its side, feeling the familiar heat. “I didn’t even have time to stop for coffee on the way! Oh, sweet thing, your heavenly body never ceases to amaze -”

“They’ve put out coffee, too,” interrupts Seulgi who, ever since the summer launch party, is remarkably less stressed. “I think you may have actually gotten someone other than you interested in our daily caffeine intake,” she comments, reaching for her usual green tea.

You peer into the plastic boxes and let out another low breath, hardly daring to believe it. Reaching out for a sachet, you gasp. “They gave us Caffeta sachets,” you breathe, feeling misty. “I didn’t think anyone even knew this brand. I can’t believe it.”

Seulgi raises her eyebrows. “I can. This is literally the first time I’ve ever heard of it.”

“It’s the best,” you declare. “They’re basically like teabags - do you know what caffeine addicts have to do to get good coffee? The process and the paraphernalia, not to mention the equipment -”

“Maybe they’re a new sponsor for Hybe or something,” says Seulgi thoughtfully, stirring her tea. She looks up to see you giving her a look. “What? I’ve never heard you mention this brand either.”

“I literally have four sachets in my bag at all times for emergencies -”

“Lia? Can I see you for a moment?”

You turn to see Sooya, your manager, gesture to you from inside her glass office and your heart sinks. It should be illegal for work to be presented to an employee before they’ve had their morning coffee, you think glumly as you follow her inside. She turns to you, looking the very picture of a corporate slave (pristine black pencil skirt, crisp pale pink blouse, hair long and pony-tailed, not a strand out of place, skin looking radiant) and presses a single key on her laptop.

“I’ve just sent you a file,” she says, “and it has everything about a new band Hybe’s launching this fall. They want to see a digital marketing plan by next week.”

You wait for her to continue but when she doesn’t, you frown. “Wow, don’t go overboard on the detailing,” you joke, chuckling nervously. When all she does is crack a forced yet sympathetic smile, your own fades. “Wait… is that it?” At her nod, you scoff shakily. “This - this is a joke, right?” You fumble with your phone to open the email she’s just sent you, scanning the rather scant file attached. “They want a marketing plan,” you repeat, “for this?”

“Well, yes.”

“This tells us nothing, though.” You look down at your phone again anxiously. “I mean - is it even a boy group or a girl group?”

“Girl group. But -”

“What’s their name? How many members?”

“They don’t know. Or they haven’t come up with one.” When you make a noise that’s something between a scoff and a whimper, Sooya sighs. “We’ll have to show them options. They want this group to be big overseas so they’re heavily relying on digital marketing. Look, I know this is a ridiculous ask,” she admits. “They’ve genuinely given us nothing - but apparently SM is coming out with another group in the winter so they want to launch this group before that one so they’re really pushing for a strategy. You can take Seulgi’s help if you need,” she suggests.

You try not to stare at her too accusingly. “She’s not in digital. I’ll… I’ll check with Eunji, maybe,” you mutter, looking down forlornly at your phone. “Did you say they need this next week?”

“Tuesday. Which gives you… six whole days,” she says, conveniently counting the weekend as well. “It’ll be great for your promotion,” she says after a moment and you know you’ve lost.

When you trudge out of her office, you see Seulgi’s sympathetic expression.

“You knew,” you grumble, falling into the chair beside her.

She clicks her tongue and pats your shoulder. “At least now we know why they sprung for the good coffee.”

---

It’s unlikely, but it almost seems as though Seulgi is onto something, for you consume possibly ninety percent of all the coffee provided on your floor over the next few days. You reach the office every day by eight since the creative types start their day early and you don’t manage to leave until ten pm at the very least, after which you reach home, shower, inhale some food if you can and get back to work until you fall asleep on your bed, your laptop still open next to you.

The real clincher comes on the weekend when, due to the misread of a moodboard, you’re compelled to go into the office on a Saturday. The office is open, of course, for the artists and management basically live here, but as far as the corporate employees are concerned, you’re the only one. The floor is eerily empty when you reach at half past four in the afternoon; even the lights haven’t been switched on, making it look like a workplace thriller just waiting to happen.

You locate the moodboard in the same conference room where it was left yesterday. Taking a picture of it from every angle possible, you send it to the rest of the two-member team you’ve managed to scrounge for this project before sitting in an empty chair, suddenly exhausted. It’s beyond strange being here on a weekend, especially in casual clothes. You’d given yourself a twenty minute break to take a shower and even that your team wouldn’t let you have that in peace. One frantic phone call later, you were pulling on an old, grey long-sleeved t-shirt and ancient jeans, grabbing a hoodie and being out the door while your hair still dripped.

You contemplate working from the office for the rest of the day, reasoning that it’s still less depressing than working in your room on a weekend while your roommate parties with a bunch of other friends, when your phone pings.

JK [16:34]

You have a brother. That’s three.

Your stomach does a backflip, probably because Jungkook’s the first person to talk to you today about something that isn’t work.

Me [16:34]

I never mentioned my brother. I’m sure of it.

JK [16:34]

Pretty sure you did. I don’t remember when but I think he’s younger?

Me [16:35]

Do you remember anything else about that conversation?

JK [16:35]

Um

JK [16:36]

This is hard.

JK [16:36]

But I’m picturing a birthday party?

You frown, genuinely having no idea what he’s talking about. You don’t talk much about your brother - not for any particular reason, but you aren’t famously in touch or anything. You definitely haven’t mentioned him on a first date.

Me [16:37]

I didn’t mention my brother.

JK [16:37]

Then how do I know he’s younger than you?

Me [16:37]

You saw the picture on my board at my desk. It’s of me and Seoyeon at his birthday party.

JK [16:38]

… ohhh, yeah, you’re right. Damn it.

Me [16:38]

Yep. Valiant effort, though.

Jungkook sends you a selfie where he’s standing before a microphone with gigantic headphones on, glaring into the camera in the way that makes him look like a rodent in a Pixar animation. You lock your phone, feeling slightly lighter than before before switching on one of the office computers and logging into your work account, resigning yourself to work over the next few hours. You wallow in self-pity, picturing your promotion as the light at the end of the tunnel as you make the best of the Caffeta sachets left out.

The weather outside is spectacular; it’s cool and breezy, leaves blowing lazily in the early evening and golden sun while you slave away in an unnaturally air conditioned building, staring at a screen that makes your eyes hurt. When the sun is about to set, you hear the sounds and look outside to see rain: beautiful, picturesque rain that makes you want to hurl the printer next to you at a window just so you can feel some of it.

When you’re done - not done with work, but done - you grab your hoodie and start heading out, wondering if you can join in at your roommate’s party and drink yourself to sleep. You’re being dramatic, you know that, but, you reason, only because the situation calls for it. Reaching the lobby of the building, however, you halt.

The rain, the beautiful rain that legends write songs about, is suddenly a lot more real. Now that it’s fully dark (half past ten, you confirm), all you see is dim streetlamps reflecting off puddles, cars splashing you as you walk home - obviously, since you failed to bring your deadbeat car that would take longer to start than it would take you to walk to Hybe - and wet socks by the time you reach home.

Your stomach growls and you groan softly, wondering briefly if you should just risk it and run home. You’ll be frozen to the bone by then, sure, but at least you’ll be out of this depressing office. Your roommate has been drinking since before you left the house, so that’s not an option anyway, which leaves no one to give you a lift either.

At that thought, something stirs in your memory. You pull out your phone and stare at it before slowly going back to your WhatsApp chat - Jungkook’s chat.

Me [22:12]

Hey.

You wait for the double-tick, the thought suddenly occurring to you that even if it turns out that he is miraculously in the building on a Saturday night, too, there’s no telling when he’ll see your message, when he plans to leave or whom he’s with. When five minutes pass with no reply, you deflate in disproportionate disappointment.

It’s just rain, you tell yourself as your stomach continues sinking. Power through. You’re about to, channelling a generic indie movie character and stepping out with your phone tucked deep into your hoodie pocket when it suddenly buzzes. Heart leaping, you fish it out.

JK [22:19]

This is a pleasant surprise.

Me [22:19]

It is?

JK [22:20]

Yeah. This is the first time you’ve texted me. What’s up?

Knowing you can’t quite ambush him with a request, especially when he seems so surprised to hear from you, you bite your lip before responding.

Me [22:20]

Not much. What’s up with you?

JK [22:21]

Heading home. Been in the studio all day.

You exhale slowly, hardly daring to believe it.

Me [22:21]

Studio as in… Hybe?

JK [22:22]

That’s right. Why?

Me [22:22]

Because I kind of need a favour.

Ten minutes later, you’re in the parking lot under the building, leaning against a wall as you wait for Jungkook. There are a surprising number of cars parked for a Saturday night; apart from a Prius and a motorcycle at the end of the lot, all the cars are super shiny and fancy, meaning they belong to artists. You absently let your gaze roam over them, trying to remember which one is Jungkook’s from the night he took you out. It was a dark colour, probably black, with a heated interior and soft seats, smelling of detergent and cologne…

“Cheon Lia!”

You whip around to see a tall figure approaching you - taller than you remember. Jungkook grins as he nears you, dressed in a white t-shirt, a frayed black leather jacket, black cargo pants and combat boots. He looks so casual; you don’t know why it surprises you or why it makes you continue sneaking looks at him as you follow him.

“Wait, where are we going?” you ask, suddenly noticing that you’ve passed the entire row of cars.

“To my ride.” He raises his eyebrows as he stops next to -

“The bike?” You stop in your tracks. “This is yours?”

“Yeah. I love riding - and the weather was great when I rode here. Is it a problem?” he asks curiously.

You take a step forward, gingerly touching the sleek black engine. “Um, no. It’s…” You bite your lip, finally meeting his gaze. “It’s a really sexy bike,” you admit.

Jungkook grins proudly as he tosses his bangs out of his eyes, passing you a helmet. “Here. I have an extra.” He swings one leg over and straddles the bike, putting on his own helmet and sliding up the visor. “I know it’s not ideal and we might still get a bit wet, but…” He shrugs apologetically but you shake your head.

“No way, this is great,” you tell him, meaning it. “Better than what I was planning to do anyway. Walk,” you add when he looks at you questioningly. “Or run, more like.”

“You were going to run?” He looks at you disbelievingly. “Are you serious? And - come here, you’re wearing it wrong…” He gently pulls you closer by the forearm to tighten the buckle of your helmet under your chin. You tilt your head up slightly and stay still, noticing how his eyebrows furrow as he concentrates. You’re suddenly reminded of how you’d fixed his tie at the party and you bite your lip.

“Alright,” he says once he’s done. “Hop on.”

You grab his shoulder for support as you hoist yourself up to sit behind him, noticing once again how he seems to be built like a wall. Before you can help yourself, you wonder if he also feels like one. “Jungkook?” you lean forward over his shoulder. “Thank you for this.”

You can hear his grin. “Just hold on, alright? The rain can be… distracting.”

Hesitating for a fraction of a second, you wrap your arms around his torso. Yep. Just like a wall. A warm, hard, cologne-wearing wall.

---

“Careful!” Jungkook’s hand appears out of nowhere and grabs your forearm, preventing you from falling on the slippery pavement.

“I’m okay,” you gasp, taking more careful steps as you follow him up the steps and into the warmth of the pub - if you can call it that. It’s too small and not quite as busy or loud, but it is open and looks relatively clean. Moreover, it offers food and for now, it’s the equivalent of a five star.

“Do you want to get a table or something?” he asks, coming to stand by your side. “I’m just going to go check if the bike is parked properly.”

You nod, watching him leave. The entire place has maybe ten tables in total, mostly with folding chairs and rickety tables. It’s also relatively empty; given the time, you’re not surprised. The good thing about it, apart from the food, is that it doesn’t at all look like a place Jungkook will get recognised and once the rain started lashing down in torrents mid-ride, you knew you had to stop before he drove you both into a tree.

You head to one of the tables in the back that has slightly bigger armchairs facing each other and is situated next to a large window. Sinking into one of the chairs, you peel off your wet hoodie and drape it on the back, placing your helmet down. You’re finger-combing your tangled hair when you see Jungkook return, looking tall and broad next to the small furniture. When he spots you, his frown turns into a smile, and your stomach does another backflip.

“Everything okay?” you ask him when he reaches, taking a seat opposite you.

“Yeah. The rain is relentless, though,” he remarks, pointing at the window where the drops hit the glass with force. You notice then that he’s even wetter than he was before he left to park the bike. Taking off his jacket and throwing it on the back of his own chair, he shakes his wet hair like a dog. “Sorry,” he chuckles, noticing you flinch when some of the drops land on you. He leans back with a sigh, the white t-shirt also remarkably more transparent than before he left.

That’s alright, you want to say but for some reason the words don’t leave your mouth. “Can we get food, please?” you ask instead, not caring how whiny you sound. “Since we’re waiting out the rain anyway?”

“Of course,” he scoffs, already gesturing to the waitress. “Why do you think I agreed to stop? Uh, one fries, one Korean fried chicken and…” He turns to you. “What about you?”

You add shrimp tempura to the order and the waitress nods before leaving. You turn to Jungkook, who’s running his fingers through his wet hair. It’s vaguely distracting; your toes curl in your shoes as your gaze traces his tattoo sleeve, all the way from his wrist to his biceps after which it disappears under his sleeve. Everything about it is just…

“Big,” you murmur, realising only a moment later that you’ve said it out loud. When he looks up questioningly, you shake your head. “I just meant… your tattoos. They’re… very big.”

“Oh.” He twists his arm to look at it, as though observing this for the first time. “Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah, why not?”

He shrugs. “It wasn’t super approved of in service. I walked around a lot in full sleeves.”

You wince. “Do they have a problem with tattoos? My brother has them - he never mentioned anything.”

“Well… no. It’s not like they can ask us to get rid of them. I did have to take off the piercings, though.” He points to his face and you notice the lip ring and eyebrow stud, and you wonder how you could’ve missed them.

“You weren’t wearing that at the party, were you?”

He makes a face. “Too formal, apparently,” he mutters. “But I’m not taking them off for a second for the rest of this comeback,” he says stubbornly.

You can’t help but grin. “Good for you. And the tattoos are part of your brand anyway now…”

He grins back. “Do you have any?” he asks as the waitress arrives, placing three plates in between you two.

“I have five,” you confess, reaching for a hot fry and groaning in pleasure. “Damn, that’s the stuff.”

“Five?” Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up and he smiles in surprise, reaching for a piece of chicken. “Oh, that’s what I saw on your ankle when you got into my car. I thought it was an anklet or something. Wait, that’s three!”

You jump a bit, startled, as he chokes for a moment, wordlessly pumping his fist in the air as he coughs. “Jesus, Jungkook,” you mutter in exasperation, sliding his glass of water towards him. He grabs it and downs at least half of it before emerging, rosy-cheeked and grinning.

“That’s three,” he repeats. “You don’t like seafood, you like Harry Styles and you have a tattoo on your ankle,” he counts happily, giggling when you roll your eyes in grudging agreement. “Where are the other four, though?”

“If you couldn’t see them when I was in that dress, they’re probably in places I can’t show you just yet,” you quip, raising an eyebrow when he grins again.

“I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait,” he answers easily, even though you notice the tips of his ears reddening. “You want the last piece of chicken?” he asks, pointing to the plate.

“Go for it.”

Jungkook frowns, as though this response is out of syllabus. “Why? You let me have the last quiche that night, too. You can have it.”

“Jungkook,” you say slowly. “Just eat the damn chicken.” You watch him as he suspiciously picks it up and, pausing dramatically for a moment, tosses it in his mouth. “Good boy.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles through a mouthful of chicken. “It’s just weird. At the dorm we usually fight over every last piece so if someone’s offering you food… well, it usually means they’ve messed with it first.”

You chuckle. “Nah. I like feeding people,” you admit, a little embarrassed. “That sounds weird. I mean… I don’t know, I like it when people eat and are full and happy. I like the actual cooking part too but when I don’t have the time…” You hold up the last big fry, offering it to him, “... this is fine, too.”

He stares at you for a moment before silently reaching forward and accepting the fry. You’re glad he doesn’t fight you on it, but when his eyes don’t leave you, you frown. “What?”

“What? Nothing. Just…” He ducks his head and dips the fry into ketchup before popping it into his mouth, “... will you marry me?”

You scoff, throwing a tiny fry at him which he dodges and catches gracefully in his mouth. “You wish, Jeon.”

He smirks but doesn’t say anything else as both of you polish off all three plates and order bowls of ramen. “There’s just something about hot and soupy ramen when it’s raining,” says Jungkook wistfully, leaning back and looking out the window at the rain.

You regard him lazily, in a better mood now that you’ve been fed. “I thought you were on some monster diet for your comeback?”

“I am. Which is why today’s my cheat day. Or I’ve made it my cheat day, anyway,” he amends, shrugging, but you think he looks a little guilty.

“You can burn it off tomorrow,” you suggest lightly, hoping to reassure him a bit but also not wanting to come across as preachy. He simply nods in answer, not looking away from the window. It feels strange that he isn’t joking around, suddenly seeming uncharacteristically serious. You suddenly want to get him talking again. “How’s the comeback coming along?” you ask him after a moment.

“Not bad. It’s nice to be back in the studio,” he adds, and you’re glad to see a smile flit across his face. “I’m just worried about performing. Eventually.”

You frown. “Do you still get nervous about performing? After all these years?”

But he shakes his head. “No, not that…” He bites his lip, right next to the ring. You’re filled with the sudden urge to touch it. “It’s been two years since we left,” he confesses, finally turning to you and words tumbling out faster. “What if we don’t have any fans left? What if no one turns up?”

You’re a bit taken aback; you didn’t expect him to reveal all his deep, dark fears to you in a tiny pub. “Um…” You don’t know him that well, is the trouble. “Obviously I can’t relate… but as a person in the marketing department who was working on your comeback content until earlier this week, it doesn’t look like you’ve lost any fans. In fact, you may have gained a bunch.”

He’s hanging onto your every word, you realise, with his wide eyes and hopeful expression. At your statement, he gives you a grin, albeit a bit unsurely, but it makes you glad all the same. Your gazes linger for a moment on each other and just as it starts getting too long, the waitress brings you your steaming bowls of ramen.

Jungkook predictably dives for it without a second thought, frowning as he moans in pleasure, chopsticks gliding through the food with precision. You watch him for a few seconds, mildly fascinated, before attacking your own bowl.

“So, I have a question,” he states a little while later, once you’re both mostly done with your food, “and bear in mind that I’m just curious.” He waits for you to nod in agreement before continuing. “Why are you so determined not to go out with me?”

You frown. “I’m not determined to do anything. And I haven’t said no yet,” you remind him.

“Yeah, I know, but…” He trails off but you think you know what he means. You look down at your lap, trying not to feel guilty while he searches for the words. “It’s a game right now - and don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a challenge. And if you’re genuinely not into me, that’s fine, too. We can just be friends. I’m just... I don’t know. Curious.”

You shrug uneasily. “I told you last time. I work for Hybe and you work for Hybe - it can get really messy.”

Jungkook stares at you for a few seconds, a hint of amusement on his face. “You remember the friend who convinced me to ask you out? Who said he recognised you from Hybe?” When you nod, he chuckles, mostly to himself. “Well, it turns out he recognised you because he used to date your friend Seulgi.”

Silence. Your brain freezes before going into overdrive, sorting through the memories at the speed of light. “Wait…” You frown deeply, sitting forward. “Seokjin told you to ask me out?”

“He can be quite persuasive,” comments Jungkook, sitting back with a satisfied smile. “But, yeah, Seokjin did. They dated ages ago apparently, before we all enlisted.”

You nod absently, for he’s right. You and Seulgi weren’t close then; she’d only just moved to your floor from the sales team and while you’d started working together, she hadn’t given you any details about her personal life until one evening, when your car wouldn’t start and it was getting late, she told you her boyfriend could give you a ride on their way to his apartment. It had taken you an embarrassing amount of time after you entered the car to realise who the person driving was. Kim Seokjin, in all his beauty and humour, was incredibly sweet to you, though - and, apparently, remembered you.

“Oh, God, that’s right,” you mutter, briefly reliving that night.

“Yeah. A person from your team dated a person from my band - and nothing happened,” he declares. “And I know you know that, so this coworkers reason you’re giving me…” He looks at you knowingly. “It’s not the real reason.”

“And you want the real reason,” you finish wryly, sighing.

He shrugs. “You don’t owe me an explanation. I was just wondering.”

You watch him as he fishes a small piece of meat from his mostly empty ramen bowl. “Do you remember what you told me that evening?”

Jungkook looks up. “Is this a trick question? Because the problem was literally that I didn’t say a single word to you.”

“Not on our date. After that, in the copy room.” When he simply cocks his head, frowning and looking like a child, you sigh, wondering if you’re really about to bring this up. “You told me your friend told you to ask me out so it would help you get over this other girl.” You continue watching him as the realisation dawns on him. You can tell he doesn’t quite understand the problem, but he’s at least identified the general area.

“Oh.”

“And, you know… far be it from me to not want to be your rebound -” You find yourself unable to avoid getting that in “- but I just… I have a very busy job and a tiny two-bedroom apartment I share with a roommate because I can’t afford the rent by myself and student loans… and I just don’t have the bandwidth for relationship drama.” It’s not the half of it but it’s all you’re willing to divulge to him right now.

There’s almost a minute of heavy silence as Jungkook presumably processes this. You sneak a glance at him; he’s staring at his lap, bangs falling on his forehead as he furrows his brow, tongue sticking out inside his cheek. Then, finally, he takes a deep breath.

“Lia, I’m - I’m sorry. I guess I should’ve been more upfront with you.” He pauses, looking thoughtful. “I also should’ve explained better. Look, I wasn’t mad that night because I liked someone else. I was mad because Seokjin got involved and kept pressuring me to get over her when I already was. Believe me, there’s nothing like a year and a half in service to give you some perspective,” he adds. “I’m serious, though. If that’s what you’re worried about… you don’t need to be. That’s over.”

You consider this. “Tell me something about her.”

His smile fades. “Why is that something we have to do?”

“Just.” When he simply continues to look bewildered, you roll your eyes. “Come on, it doesn’t have to be anything deep. Just any one detail, so I can think of her as a real person.”

“Um…” He shrugs wildly. “She likes video games.”

Huh. He’s right; you don’t know what you accomplished with this. In fact, you realise you can never actively tell him that you like video games as well, just in case he thinks you’re saying it because of this. Thankfully, the waitress comes back then, asking you both if you want a drink. For a moment you consider a beer but then quickly switch to hot chocolate. After a lingering look at you, Jungkook asks for the same.

“Alright, my turn,” you begin, clearing your throat. “Why are you so determined to get me to go out with you?”

Jungkook gives you a puzzled look. “Well, because I -” He breaks off and swallows, the apples of his cheeks reddening slightly.

You plough on, though, ignoring it. “I mean, I have to be honest. It was one bad date but we’re over it. We’re moving on but the fact that you asked me out again?” You bite your lip. “It feels a bit like a consolation date. Like a pity date.”

His jaw drops. “A pity date? That’s…” He seems to be lost for words. “Is - is that why you think I’m here?” He sounds more fearful than annoyed and his expression makes your heart clench unexpectedly.

“No, I didn’t - I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you stutter, not knowing what just happened. “It’s kind of sweet in a way? That you want to make up for it? But you have to admit, it’s - it’s kind of weird. I mean, you don’t actually know me well enough to want a second date this badly for any other reason.”

Jungkook says nothing, simply frowning at you from across the table. It’s something like a glare, but he looks more annoyed with himself than you. “I saw you tip the waiter,” he says eventually, looking sullen. “The waiter, the one who spilled the drink on you. Most people would’ve got him fired. But you tipped him.”

You have to look away because his gaze is so intense. “He probably got in trouble anyway,” you mutter. “I didn’t know you saw that.”

He shrugs at his lap, playing with a loose thread at the end of his t-shirt and still looking moody. With his stature, not to mention the tattoos and piercings, he looks like a pouting villain on that silly American show you and your friends used to watch, about that comic. It makes you want to wrap him in a hug. “And you gave me the last piece of chicken and snuck out to get food for your friend Jieun. You’re a nice person. You’re hardworking - and by that I mean you’re always working,” he clarifies, rolling his eyes. “And you’re kind of funny when you’re not being mean,” he adds snarkily.

You bite your lip, trying really hard to stop the smile from forming on your face. But you give up when he continues looking anywhere but at you, his huge eyes taking away any and all edge he thinks he has. “Alright, point taken,” you concede softly, just wanting him to look at you again. When he nods sarcastically, still not looking at you, you huff in amusement. “Come on, are you really sulking?”

“No.”

“Look at your face, Jeon. What would your fans say if they saw the famous golden maknae in a bad mood because some girl who works with him accused him of offering her a pity date?”

“They’d say Oh, Jungkook oppa, I’ll go on that date with you,” he says immediately, putting on a fake high voice. “And I won’t even make fun of you when you tell me you like me because I think you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

You snort, bursting into laughter as the waitress brings your hot chocolate. “Firstly, oppa? I think that answers your question all in itself.”

He gives you an unimpressed look. “Please. I know I made that noona joke at the party but I couldn’t give a shit about your age. In fact, I don’t even think you give a shit about your age.”

Unable to come up with a retort to this rather true statement, you simply shrug and take a sip of your hot chocolate, sighing. “I think you’re cute, too,” you admit casually after a moment, keeping your eyes on the creamy chocolate.

“Liar,” he accuses, but seems to be in a slightly better mood now that he has a sip of sugar in his system. “So, anyway. You tipped the waiter. That’s the answer.”

“I tipped the waiter,” you murmur thoughtfully. Then something occurs to you. “Hey, that’s four, by the way.”

“What? Oh. Yeah, it is,” he chuckles softly, but he seems remarkably less excited than when he got the third. “But honestly, I’m just afraid if I don’t get this date, I’ll never get my hoodie back.”

You groan dramatically and roll your eyes as he laughs, making your stomach flip at the sight of him finally smiling. “You know what? When you drop me back to my apartment now, I will personally hand it back to you,” you promise. “Oh, God, unless there’s a stupid party going on right now.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Your roommate’s having a party?”

“Always is,” you groan, shaking your head. “I’d say I disapprove, but I’m mostly just jealous of people who can party on Saturdays.”

“Is that something you enjoy? Partying?” He bounces his shoulders to invisible beats, like he’s at a club.

You giggle at the sight. “Party, play FIFA. Same thing.” You internally cringe when you realise what you’ve said and scramble to cover it up. “Or even a second date. You never know,” you add teasingly.

He nods thoughtfully. “Or third date, actually. Technically, you can count this as a second date,” he informs you, gesturing to the table full of empty plates between you. “Didn’t kill you, right?”

You scoff. “This is not a date.”

“What do you mean? We’re at a restaurant - kind of. We shared a meal. We’re having a beverage,” he points out, tapping his mug knowingly.

“We didn’t - we ended up sharing a meal,” you correct him. “What we’re doing is waiting for the rain to stop.”

“The rain stopped thirty minutes ago.”

You can feel all vestiges of expression leave your face as you whip your head to look out the window next to you, heart thudding as you realise he’s right. “I - when did you realise?”

Jungkook smirks, making his lip ring glint in the dim light and your toes curl inside your shoes. Taking another sip of his hot chocolate, he pretends to think. “Somewhere around the time you said you like feeding me because I look full and happy.”

“That is not what I said,” you say forcefully, feeling your cheeks burn. “But I guess this is as good a time as any to head out, right?” Before he can protest, you stand up. “I’m going to go pay. Finish your hot chocolate,” you tell him as he looks up at you with his big eyes, about to stand up as well. At the last moment, you ruffle his hair sarcastically before walking away.

“We should’ve split the check,” he says when you return a couple of minutes later, reaching for your hoodie.

“You’re only here because I asked you for a favour,” you remind him. “I owe you.”

Jungkook pauses for a moment before nodding, making no move to get up. “That’s fair. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now, come on, put on your jacket. Let’s go.”

“I’m not done with my drink yet.”

You peer into his mug. “Yes, you are. There’s only dregs left at the bottom.”

“That’s the chocolate,” he says seriously. “It’s the best part of the -”

“Well, then finish it quickly, we need to -”

“No, it’s meant to be enjoyed slowly, with a spoon and -”

But when you give him a look, he rolls his eyes and heaves a big sigh before reaching for a spoon and scooping up the remains of his drink.

“Thank you,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him up, leading him out of the pub with his jacket in his other hand.

“You are so bossy, you know that?” he grumbles half-heartedly as you step outside, the chilly breeze hitting your face.

“Don’t pretend you don’t kind of like it.” You only intend to quip but in the light from the lone street lamp outside, you see his ears redden again and you feel a light, slow burn in your abdomen that you haven’t felt in a long time. You watch him a bit shamelessly as he throws on his leather jacket again and climbs the bike before donning his helmet.

“Need some help with that?” he asks, pointing to the one in your hand.

“No, it’s -” You begin automatically before pausing. “Yeah. Sure.” You walk up to him and place it on your head, standing still as he adjusts the buckle, only his eyes visible under the visor. You imagine the lip ring slightly lower and, just like a while back, feel the need to touch it.

“Alright, you’re good,” he says after a few seconds, patting the top of your helmet lightly. You look up at him, once again registering how tall he is, and his comment about how age means nothing suddenly seems truer than ever.

“Thanks,” you murmur, stepping aside and going to climb up behind him. You lean forward to show him the map on your phone, pointing to the important turns on the ten minute journey to your apartment, smelling his faint cologne as he turns slightly to look.

You hold onto him once again as he takes off, the streets still wet and the winds still cool, but with no rain drenching you. You’re actually able to enjoy the ride this time, feeling the breeze through your tangled hair, resting your chin lightly against Jungkook’s shoulder and allowing yourself to close your eyes now that you’re certain he doesn’t have visibility issues. He’s actually built like a wall, you think again, feeling his back flex against your chest every time he takes a turn.

“Do you want to take a slight detour?” he asks, turning his head very slightly, voice cutting through the wind like music.

“Yes,” you reply, eyes still closed. Your arms tighten around him as he goes straight instead of left, eventually reaching the main road. Given the time, the streets are mostly empty and the bike zooms through, slightly faster than before. I love riding, he’d said to you earlier this evening although it seems like ages ago. If someone had told you then that you’d be straddling his sexy bike behind him, arms wrapped around his steady torso so you could feel every ridge of lean muscle underneath his t-shirt, or how your knees would be brushing his thigh, your pelvis pressed against his hips - and that you liked it… well, you would’ve been hard pressed to believe it.

You’re not sure how much longer he continues riding at the same speed. At one point you pull away from him a bit, hands resting lightly on his waist, so you can feel the wind better. When he takes a sudden turn, your eyes snap open as you’re jerked forward, your arms automatically going around him again and you realise he’s taking you home. An uncomfortable feeling of disappointment settles in your stomach as you approach your apartment.

“It’s just up here,” you tell him as he slows down, before coming to a complete halt in front of a three-storey building. Your eyes go directly to the second floor as you get off and you groan softly when you see the flashing red and blue lights, realising the stupid party is still going on.

Jungkook’s eyes follow yours as he takes off his helmet, running a hand through his black hair before it falls gracefully over his forehead. “Party still happening?” he asks, sounding part amused and part sympathetic.

“Yeah,” you mutter, taking off your own helmet and knowing that the rain has probably made it wavy. Lightly fluffing it out, you hand the helmet back to him. “It’s okay, though. The music doesn’t seem that loud so I can probably get some sleep.”

He nods, climbing off as well and leaning back against the bike. He looks… hot, you acknowledge. You can’t not, especially after that bike ride. He looks winded, but in a good way. Cheeks rosy, hair ruffled, expression slightly dazed - he looks beautiful.

You break the silence. “Thanks for the ride. Really. I appreciate it.”

“I had fun,” he says, shrugging.

“Me, too,” you reply honestly, smiling up at him. He smiles back and the movement makes the lip ring glint again. Maybe it’s the tiredness, maybe it’s the bike ride that took your breath away, but you finally throw caution to the wind and reach up to touch the lip ring with your thumb.

He stays still, a slight frown creasing his forehead as he watches you. “Doesn’t this get in the way?” you ask, dropping your hand back to your side.

The frown remains for a moment before he smirks. “In the way of what?” he asks innocently.

Your cheeks heat up and you try to suppress a smile. “Okay, that’s a no,” you guess, looking away as he chuckles. You expect him to crack a joke about how you might find out soon enough but when he doesn’t, you look up at him in mild curiosity to see him still looking down at you, gaze intense as it falls slowly to your mouth before snapping back up. “Any plans for tomorrow?” you ask quickly.

“Um, studio,” is all he says. “Practice and then recording.”

“On a Sunday?” you ask, even though you know well enough that weekends mean nothing to artists.

“Yeah,” he answers, shoving his hands into his pockets. “For the next couple of weeks, at least.”

“You can’t take a day off?”

He chuckles, as though the idea is unheard of. “I’m supposed to meet Suga hyung tomorrow. He doesn’t believe in cancelling studio appointments on short notice.”

“Glad I texted you in time today, I guess.” You raise your eyebrows teasingly and he smiles, biting his lip. It makes your toes curl in your shoes again, and he suddenly feels taller.

Pressing his hands deeper into his pockets and looking down at the ground, he takes a deep breath. “So, um, do you think -”

“Lia!”

Jungkook’s head snaps up a fraction of a second before yours whips around to see the source of the voice.

“Hey, you were gone for a while,” he comments, patting your shoulder. “Everyone was asking about you.” He looks up then to see Jungkook and nods politely before sticking out a hand. “Hey, man.”

You turn to see Jungkook nod automatically before looking down at you. “Jungkook, this is Dal. My roommate.” Next to you, Dal frowns and Jungkook seems to remember then that he hasn’t moved a muscle.

“Hey,” he replies finally, shaking Dal’s hand. You notice they’re of the same height.

Turning to you, Dal points towards the party. “I’m just going across the street to stock up on mixers. Anything you want?”

“Oh, no,” you answer, shaking your head. “It’s been a long day. I’m just going to crash.”

Dal frowns. “You’re still on for tomorrow, right? Suho already dropped out.”

“I’m in, for sure.”

“Cool.” With a good-natured smile, he looks up at Jungkook. “You should join, too, if you can. You play basketball, right?”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, like he wasn’t expecting to be spoken to at all. Before he can open his mouth, you jump in. “Oh, Jungkook is… he’s really busy tomorrow. I don’t know if he wants to -”

“No, I’m in,” interrupts Jungkook, looking from you to Dal and nodding. “Sounds fun.”

“Great,” says Dal, smiling and probably meaning it. “We’ll have even teams now. Alright, I’ll be back in a bit,” he tells you before nodding to Jungkook. “See you tomorrow, mate.” As he jogs away, you turn to look slowly to look at Jungkook.

“You know, you really don’t have to come,” you assure him. “I know you’re busy with your comeback and stuff.”

“No, I’ll be there,” he says, still watching Dal as he disappears down the street before turning back to you. “So that’s your roommate.”

“Yeah,” you answer slowly, having an inkling of where this is going. “I thought you had to go to the studio tomorrow. What happened to ‘Suga hyung doesn’t believe in cancelling studio appointments’?”

“I’ll go after the - the game? Match?” he guesses, looking uncertain. “Anyway, he likes basketball, too; he’ll understand. And how come you’re going? Don’t you have a huge presentation to finish?”

You’d only mentioned it in passing so you’re surprised he remembers. “I do. But I never miss basketball Sundays. Ever. For anything.”

Jungkook nods, looking impressed… and something else. “Great. I won’t either.” He keeps looking at you, as though daring you to discourage him again. When you simply fold your arms across your chest and nod in resignation, he takes a deep breath. “So… what does he do? Dal?” he clarifies when you raise your eyebrows.

“Oh. He’s… he’s a physical trainer,” you reply, somewhat anticipating his reaction when he nods stiffly and - you’re not sure if you’re imagining this - flexes his arms and chest slightly. “Listen, seriously, Jungkook. Are you sure you want to come?”

“Yes,” he repeats. “Dal invited me, didn’t he? I’m good at sports. It’s all good.”

No, it isn’t. But he’s right when he says he’s good at sports. In fact, from what you’ve heard, he’s good at most things. You tilt your head to the side. You also remember something else, about a girl who likes video games and your heart twists unexpectedly. “Okay,” you say finally, just as you notice Dal returning, a plastic bag in his hands. Jungkook turns around as well and you hear him exhale through his nose.

“Oh, you’re still here,” remarks Dal, reaching you both and smiling. “I’m heading up,” he tells you. “Are you coming?”

“Uh… yeah.” You look up at Jungkook, suddenly wishing Dal had waited a few more minutes before returning, or that he’d leave now. But for a moment both men look expectantly at you, albeit for different reasons, until Jungkook breaks the silence.

“I should head out, too,” he says, but looking only at you as you nod.

“Cool. Will we see you tomorrow?” Dal asks and you wince internally at how pronounced the word we sounds.

Jungkook seems to have picked up on it, too. “Absolutely. Text me the address,” he says, once again speaking only to you as he takes a step back towards his bike. Then, casually, as though he’s done it a million times before, he lowers his head and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight,” he says easily to you and Dal, climbing onto his bike and backing it onto the street before riding away.

---

“I’m going to ask you one more time: are you sure?”

“Yes, my God. Next left?”

“Yeah, onto the dirt road.” You press the phone to your ear and turn around when you hear the smooth sound of a car engine. The same black Hyundai that picked you for a date months ago appears in view, turning into the makeshift parking space and stopping next to Dal’s silver Renault. You bring your phone down and walk towards the car, feeling your stomach do a small backflip when the driver’s door opens and a familiar figure steps out.

“How was the drive?” you ask when you reach him, motioning for him to follow you onto the court.

“Short,” is all he says, depositing his car keys and cell phone with the others next to the water bottles and extra basketball. “Should we stretch?”

You nod, following his lead as he grabs his elbow behind his head, warming up his shoulders and back. You begin stretching your calves as the others in your group trudge in as well, a mix of your and Dal’s mutual friends, his work friends whom you barely know, Jungkook, and another girl you’ve never seen before. You’re eight in total; everyone greets each other as they spread out on the court, the breeze cool and light. The sun is a dark orange, about thirty minutes away from setting so it’s only a matter of time before the flood lights switch on.

“How long have you been coming here?” Jungkook asks you when you’re both on the ground, reaching forward and over to touch your toes. His legs look long and muscular under his loose black shorts, arms just like you remember them from last night under a near-identical white t-shirt. Your eyes linger on his tattoo sleeve before you force yourself to meet his gaze.

“A couple of years,” you answer, stretching forward. Sitting up, you tug your tank top slightly higher to cover your cleavage and look up to see Jungkook quickly turn away as well. “We, uh… I mean, I haven’t played a lot since high school so this is a good way to get back.”

At that moment, Dal comes over, in loose black shorts like Jungkook’s and a sleeveless Kobe jersey. His arms are toned and bulky as ever, but with the amount of time you’ve known him for, you’re desensitized to it. “Lee-lee,” he says by way of greeting, clapping you on the back and using your oldest nickname. “Same team as last time? You, me, Baekhyun, Donghyuk?”

“Oh -” You turn uncertainly in Jungkook’s direction. “Since Jungkook's new, I was going to ask him, actually, if he wanted to be in the same -”

“No, no, that’s alright,” interrupts Jungkook, shaking his head. "You should stay in your team. I'm good with anyone."

"Sounds good," says Dal, motioning for him to get up. "Come on, I'll introduce you to them.” He smiles good-naturedly as Jungkook gets to his feet, dusting himself off.

“Who’s the new girl, by the way?” you ask quickly, the thought suddenly occurring to you that Jungkook might be recognised. None of the people you know here really listen to pop music much, let alone be able to identify idols in a casual setting, but you feel yourself worrying anyway.

“- back in the - oh, that’s Baekhyun’s new girlfriend. Or something,” answers Dal, turning back to you momentarily as both men walk away. “You should meet her, too. And - chill. She seems fine so far.”

Your eyes dart to Jungkook who seems to understand what’s on your mind. But he doesn’t comment on it. “Yeah, don’t worry, Lee-lee,” he says simply, giving you a rather nonchalant smile.

“I’m not worrying,” you mutter under your breath, rolling your eyes as you scramble to your feet and follow them. After a brief round of introductions, everyone spreads out into their sides of the court, deciding within their teams which four positions to assign. As you and Jungkook walk to the middle of the court, you lean up to him once more. “Are you good?”

He frowns mildly, looking down at you. “Yeah. Why?”

You don’t answer. You feel somewhat responsible for him, having brought him here, even as you acknowledge that Dal was the one that invited him and he accepted of his own free will. “Just… watch out for Donghyuk, alright? He can get pretty aggressive with the ball.”

Jungkook looks almost amused at your tone. You think he’s about to make a joke, probably adding a Lee-lee at the end of it for shits and giggles, but he simply touches your shoulder. “Relax,” he says, his face softening slightly. “I’ll be okay.”

You nod, not knowing what else to say as you separate. When you turn around in your position to face the other team, your eyes automatically go to Jungkook. He might be right; he certainly looks like he belongs here. Tall, fit and braced in position, you have to admit he looks pretty fantastic. Even when Baekhyun and his girlfriend Nari, on opposite teams, jump for the ball and the game begins, you spot Jungkook jogging to presumably cover another one of his teamates, looking like a natural athlete on the court.

That is, until he gets the ball in his hands. Somehow, somewhere, the ball gets passed to him and he seems to catch it as a reflex before his eyes go wide at the realisation that he has to make the next move. Basketball is a fast, blink-and-you-miss-it kind of game, though, so by the time Jungkook unfreezes and begins dribbling the ball, Donghyuk has already sprinted and smoothly gained control of it, giving it a couple of expert dribbles before shooting a clean three-pointer.

Dal and Baekhyun cheer and you know you should, too, but all you can see is Jungkook’s guilty expression as he apologetically shakes his head at his teammates. It sends a pang through your heart, how lost he looks - and it only gets worse from then on. As the game progresses, it becomes increasingly clear that while Jungkook probably is the golden maknae and good at most things, basketball isn’t one of them. In fact, when Nari from the other team corners and asks you in a low voice if it’s his first time, you grudgingly have to tell her that yes, it is.

As the sky darkens, so does the game. Your group isn’t a rough one in general; you all play for fun, getting competitive only in a friendly, good-natured way. However, you all are competitive. The trouble is, so is Jungkook, apparently. His frustration with himself is clearly visible and there’s more than one moment during the game when you consider calling a time-out and inventing an excuse for you both to leave so that the teams remain even.

But you know it won’t work. Being rubbish at something seems to only spur him on, as though determined to figure the game out. You wince every time he bangs into someone and when he trips and falls, taking his teammate Jiwon down with him while Dal gracefully performs a layup behind them, Baekhyun has to actively grab your arm to stop you from running over to him. As for you, you make it your mission to tackle everyone on the opposing team but him, just not finding the heart to kick him while he’s down.

When the game starts to reach its conclusion, you sigh internally in relief, panting a little as you jog back to your position. You tighten your ponytail as your eyes search for Jungkook, who’s also starting to look rather sick of this game but determined to see it through. He tosses his hair out of his eyes and his eyebrow stud glints when the light catches it. Even now, he looks gorgeous.

As though he can hear you, his eyes dart to yours and you see a small smile start to form on his face. You’re about to return it when you see Donghyuk beginning the game from the corner of your eye - heading straight in Jungkook’s direction. Your eyes widen in warning a second before he smiles.

---

“Ready to go?” Dal zips up his jacket and turns expectantly to you.

In answer, you look towards the lone figure sitting on the outer ledge of the court, hunched over his knees as he holds his hand to his face. “I’ll just be a few more minutes,” you tell Dal, who nods in understanding. “Thanks for the ice pack.”

“No problem. He seems like a nice guy.” Dal gives you a knowing look. “I’ll wait in my car.”

“Okay. And… tell Donghyuk to take it a bit easy maybe?” you suggest, trying and failing to keep the annoyance out of your voice.

“Oh, yeah, because that’s worked so well in the past.” Rolling his eyes, Dal walks away as you make your way over to Jungkook.

When you reach him, you stand before him for a moment before sinking to your knees, keeping them hovering above the ground. “Are you okay?” you ask softly.

“‘M fine,” he mutters, voice slightly muffled by the ice pack he’s holding to his nose with his tattooed hand. You scan his face quickly; there’s nothing visibly wrong but your guilt goes much deeper than an injury.

“Jungkook.” You pause when he deliberately doesn’t meet your eyes. “Dal is just my roommate. We’ve been friends since high school.”

He stiffens at your words, gaze freezing somewhere around your shoulder. “Why are you telling me this?” he asks after a moment.

You can’t help but roll your eyes slightly at this, not dignifying his question with an answer, partly because it’s ridiculous and partly because you don’t know what to say to convince him how unfounded his jealousy is. Reaching up, you gently brush his sweaty bangs off his forehead. “You can’t play basketball,” you sigh.

Jungkook scoffs before wincing in pain. “No shit. Did the ball I took to the face give you a hint?”

“No, I mean…” Confession time. “I know you can’t play basketball. You told me so on our date.” When he finally looks at you, frowning in surprise, you nod. “I think it was the only thing you told me about yourself that night.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. I’d watched Remember The Titans that day and when I asked if you’d seen it, you said, “What kind of a loser watches a movie about a sport he doesn’t play?””

He groans. “God, I was a dick,” he mutters, shaking his head.

You shrug. “Yeah, well… today I was a dick.” When he doesn’t respond, you sigh again. “Seriously, though, Jungkook. Why did you insist on coming today?”

He swallows and his gaze darts towards something behind you before looking away. You don’t have to turn to know what he’s looking at, for behind you is the parking lot with a silver Renault in it, and you had an inkling it would come to this ever since Dal showed up outside your apartment last night.

“I’m good at most sports,” he says eventually, and you can hear the underlying frustration at the fact that he wasn’t today. “Didn’t know I’d break my face in this one.”

You give him a small smile, reaching up to gently move the ice pack away from his skin. “Don’t worry. It’s not bleeding and it doesn’t look like anything is broken so I think you’ll be fine.”

There’s a few moments where neither of you speak. Then Jungkook bites his lip. “What about you? Why didn’t you say anything when you knew I couldn’t play?”

It’s your turn to look away guiltily. “I wanted to see if you’d come,” you confess, looking at the ground. “And... I like video games, too, I guess.” You wait for him to respond to that but he doesn’t, and you think he understands, that jealousy - or insecurity - works both ways and if anything, you wanted to see if you were worth the challenge. Eventually you look up at him, turning his face gently by the chin and inspecting it. “You should go to the hospital, though.”

His eyes widen. “You just said everything’s fine!”

“I said there’s no blood and it doesn’t look like anything is broken,” you correct him. “But you still need to get it checked out. The doctor will give you some anaesthesia and your pain will -”

“Oh, hell no. I don’t like needles.”

You squint in disbelief. “You have, like, a hundred tattoos.”

“That’s different. I don’t like medical needles.”

“Fine. Power through the pain, then. But you need an X-ray or an MRI to make sure there’s nothing -”

“No, I don’t - I don’t like those machines.”

You exhale in exasperation. “You just got back from the army. Are you really afraid of an MRI machine?”

“I’m not afraid,” he protests, frowning stubbornly. “They’re just claustrophobic.”

“Well, you know what? You may not have a choice,” you half-snap, eyes flickering towards the figure approaching behind him, “because I think… I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s… wait, that’s Suga, right?”

Jungkook turns to see his band member, dressed in jeans and a sweater and stopping tactfully some distance away when he sees you two, and nods. “Yeah, I told him I’d be here… and to come pick me up if I wasn’t back by seven.”

“What, did you think we were going to murder you or something?”

“If Donghyuk had his way, probably.” He points to his face. “I wasn’t totally off base.”

“Wow, that’s a - that’s a great way to get your friends to hate me,” you inform him, feeling your stomach churn.

But Jungkook simply shakes his head. "You play basketball. He'd really like you. Plus, he's got that whole sarcastic thing going, too, like you."

You grin. "Good. It means he'll make sure you get your ass to the hospital without running away before you get there."

He gives you a look. "You think I can't outrun him?"

You smile even wider, so, so endeared. "I'm sure you can." Brushing back his bangs again, you continue. "Anyway, like I was saying, you should really go to the hospital."

"But -"

"Go, get your scans done, take the pills they'll probably give you for the pain…" You adjust yourself where you’re sitting on the balls of your foot, “... and when you’re done and okay… let me know when you can pick me up for that second date.”

Silence. Jungkook slowly lowers the ice pack. “What?” Then he narrows his eyes. “Wait, is this a pity date?” he asks suspiciously. “Because I broke my face and you feel bad?”

“Dramatic much? You did not break your face,” you remind him, scowling. “And -” You slap him on the shoulder, making him gasp, “- don’t use my accusations against me!”

“Then why? I’ve only remembered four things,” he says, eyes big and dark.

“Forget the fifth,” you tell him lightly. “You’ve more than made up for it.” You realise it’s true, and you’re not just talking about the basketball fiasco. You look up to see him looking intently at you, chewing at his lower lip as though coming to a decision.

“I remember the fifth.” When you frown, he nods and you think he looks a little bashful. “You like Caffeta coffee.”

You blink. “What?”

“A sachet fell out of your bag in my car when you left that night,” he explains. “It was a red one… vanilla roast, I think? Anyway, I’d recognise that anywhere. There’s only one other person I know who’s that obsessed with coffee.”

You nod in a daze, knowing that Jung Hoseok is famous around Hybe for his caffeine preferences. “Would this have anything to do with the miraculously fixed coffee machine in the marketing department and Caffeta sachets that are somehow only on our floor…?”

“I’ve become pretty good friends with the kitchen staff over the years.”

“But…” You try to remember. “Jungkook, that was days ago. Why didn’t you say anything? You would’ve finished the game… well, yesterday.”

He shrugs, not meeting your eyes. “I wanted to hang out,” is all he says, and with a rush of affection for him, you understand what he’s saying. What you were telling yourself as a comfort, that you could still say no to a date even if he finished the challenge, is what he was afraid of. You don’t know what to say to that, so you lean forward and silently press a kiss to his cheek.

Maybe your jealousy is unfounded, too. When his cheeks redden slightly and he visibly suppresses a smile, you wonder in mild exasperation and fondness how on earth getting hit in so many different ways by a basketball can still make him look this angelic.

“Alright, you should go now,” you tell him softly, tapping his knee. “You have a comeback soon; you don’t need anything going wrong with your pretty face while you’re on stage.”

Jungkook grins. “You think my face is - ow!” He winces and covers his nose, frowning in pain.

“Okay, don’t - don’t smile,” you advise him indulgently, taking the ice pack from him and slowly touching it to his nose. “And, come on, this can’t be the first time you’ve heard this. The whole world thinks your face is pretty.” You look at him to see him raising his eyebrows behind the ice pack, eyes wide and expectant. You roll your eyes. “But, yes, I think your face is pretty, too.”

He seems incapable of not smiling so you simply gesture to him to keep the ice pack pressed to his face as you both stand up.

You brush his elbow with your fingers. "Go. And - and text me later? To let me know if everything's fine?" You wait for him to nod and he holds the ice pack out to you. "No, keep it."

But he shakes his head. "I'd rather not," he says, looking up at you as though expecting you to insist but you don't argue. Taking it, you nod at Suga behind him as he raises a hand in acknowledgment. “How will you get home?”

“I’m going with Dal,” you reply, pointing with your thumb in the direction of the car park.

“He’s in the car? Right now?” When you say yes, he simply nods thoughtfully, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“What?” you ask, a little teasingly. “You’re not going to kiss me this time?”

As expected, the tips of his ears begin to redden but he keeps his expression calm. “Nope. Not when I can’t use my face properly.”

“Alright. Make sure it’s alright for our date, then. Our third date, I guess.” Then, just to see him blush again, you wink. “And you know what happens on the third date.”

“Suddenly, I’m glad it’s just my face that got hit.”

You laugh, noting how he smiles and winces again. You don’t know how you ended up here, truly and fully crushing on the worst date of your life. His thoughts seem to be in the same territory as he looks at you, and you both take a step towards each other and come together in a hug.

“Take care of your face, Jeon,” you murmur against his shoulder. He smells faintly of his cologne, of grass and sweat, and you hold him a little tighter. “And don’t skip any pills.”

His arms feel impossibly strong and steady around your torso. Feeling the initial stirrings of warmth between your legs, you start to pull away but he tightens his grip, making you stay for a few more moments before letting you go. At the last moment, almost like he can’t help himself, he kisses your cheek.

“Sorry,” he says, eyes flickering behind you, not sounding sorry at all.

“Uh-huh.” You shake your head, not fooled. “Goodnight, Kook. Let me know what happens in the scary MRI machine.”

“Evil,” he calls out, walking backwards. You watch him get into his car with Suga as you reach Dal’s, getting into the passenger seat and strapping yourself in, cheeks warm and tingly. Just as he pulls out, you take out your phone to remind Jungkook of one last thing.

Me [19:28]

Oh, also? If you wear that stupid baseball cap on our date this time, I’m going to light it on fire and watch it burn.

~Fin~

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[damselofblueroses]

Bambi, Chapter 1

You are my Bambi, girl, I am your candy, tell me what are you waiting for?

Summary: As an archaeologist who works on the Ancient Greece, you were on the verge of excavations’ session. While you have been preparing your team, you learned that your institute decided on your team has to work with another team as they wanted the outcome as a collaboration. The head of other team was your biggest rival, a scumbag in your eyes: Byun Baekhyun.

You two were supposed to work together for three months, in a Greek Island, Chios.

Could you manage to not kill Byun Baekhyun for three months?

Content: AU, heavily Greek mythology, enemies to friends.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story will be four or five chapters if I will not change my mind in the meantime. It is inspired by my major; however, I do not have a complete knowledge on archaeology, I am a historian. If I will make a technical mistake, please let me know. I am willing to receive any kind of feedback; you are more than welcomed to drop a message.

Chapter One: UN Village

June, Incheon Airport

Along the curves of the hill

Rolling, rolling, rolling hills

As we climb there’s a broken streetlight

When I see one, I turn off the lights under it

Baekhyun was nothing but ready for the excavation.

You were more than ready for the session.

Both of you, were nothing but two leaders who hated each other equally.

You were eyeing each other with saying no words since your teams came together in the airport. Before this particular moment of departure, you refused to meet with Byun Baekhyun, putting aside meeting with him, you refused even dropping an e-mail in order to let Sunkyungwan Team about Sejong Team. You were clear and strict as fuck, even though two teams had to work together for three months, you had zero intention to get accustomed with the other team leader.

The weather was sunny, nice and warm, however because of you and Baekhyun, your team members were feeling like they were trapped in a fucking blizzard during the coldest winter.

You were aware of your team members had positive opinions of that scoundrel, especially the girls, as you had your first-handed experiences because of your stupid classmates, Byun Baekhyun was very famous of his abilities to cast a spell on women. The problem was he was also famous as a serial dater, serial killer type of men.

A bastard, nothing more nothing less.

“Indy,” one of your team members, Minseok, called you. Although, calling you as Indy was also a habit of Minseok, it was also an obligation for the others, you insisted on calling you by your nickname or your name, instead of calling you as sunbae. You did not like the hierarchical titles. “Should we move into the control point?”

“Yeah, if you are ready.” you replied, grabbing your luggage and the rest.

“I guess we have to alert Sunkyungwan people since we will fly together.” Hyesun pointed out, your eyebrows knitted.

“I guess,” you recall her words. “They also have this information, so we do not have to alert anyone, we are not their babysitters.”

Hyesun’s cheeks were blushing after you kindly scolded her, but she was clever enough to hold her tongue. Your dislike towards Sunkyungwan was not a secret as you used every opportunity to show it. You led your team to the kiosks, counting the heads automatically. You had six here, you were going to have ten more when you arrive to Chios whose coming from all around European universities. With thirteen Sunkyungwan students, the excavation was going to shelter almost forty members. It was going to be massive, you had to admit. You never had more than twenty students in the field till now, but you were going to lead an extraordinary team as Junmyeon craved into your brain’s folds with his hammer of words.

You wished to be with Junmyeon right now, you were more tense than usual. Junmyeon could put you in more stable mood, however you even did not think to name him while the executives were asking your possible candidates. He would kill you merciless, you knew it very well.

Eh, at least you got Sehun, Junmyeon’s brother in your team, he had a lot of similarities with Junmyeon even though he could be noisier than anyone you know, however you accepted him as your dongsaeng, as his precious noona and role model, you also knew how to put him in an order. Then you had Minseok, the eternal field-partner of yours. He was older than you, although he was engaged in a Ph.D. programme in abroad, he willingly accepted your invitation. You had four seniors, Shinhye, Yixing, Jongdae and Hyesun.

To your dismay, two of the seniors who you really could want in your team, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were in that bastard’s team. You were of the fact that they were immensely close to each other, but you wished to have them in your team as their abilities were precious.

Especially Doh Kyungsoo.

You missed that fucking bastard who preferred to be with Baekhyun.

Life, you inhaled. It was not going exactly in the way you could ask.

“On your foot, soldiers.” you called your team around you. “Do you collect all the materials you will be in need of?”

“Yeah.” Jongdae cutely pointed to his tiniest bag. “I am ready to excavate.”

“Exactly you will need every tool you have.” Shinhye smacked her husband’s shoulder. Yeah, you had a married couple in your team, although you were a year younger them, you always regarded yourself as their big sister, if not a mother. “You are going to work too much, Dae. I have sleepless nights because of the burden on your shoulders.”

You could not help but burst into laughs after the look Jongdae gave to his wife. Those idiots, they were so lovely and instead of their endless scolding sessions, they were incredibly fond of each other.

Sometimes you wonder, how having your significant other by your side would be?

You slightly shook your head, quickly climbing out of this deep cliff.

“Let’s go!” you exclaimed, jumping to the air. “Sejong is ready for the session!”

Baekhyun was watching you with a disgusted expression.

“Move on, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol pushed his body to forward. “We will miss the flight, Goddamnit.”

“Give him couple of minutes.” Kyungsoo chuckled. “He is fucking the girl with his eyes, frankly, he is doing it unapologetically.”

“Which girl?” Chanyeol’s eyes widened. “Do you mean, that girl? You c-

“Of course, I am not.” Baekhyun interrupted Chanyeol, staring at Kyungsoo. “She can go and fuck herself.”

“Well,” Kyungsoo stood up, placing his book into the bag. “I guess, you are going to be one to fuck her, but maybe I am wrong.”

“In her dreams.” Baekhyun laughed. “If she can manage to dream something like this, but I do not think so. That little freak can put even the nuns into a shame.”

“She is beautiful to be honest.” Chanyeol said with no different intention but observing your features carefully. “Okey maybe not the hottest girl in the town, but she is pretty, and I heard she is very clever.”

“She is.” Kyungsoo approved. “But she kicked Baekhyun’s ass twice, so he cannot endure her presence.”

“She never,” Baekhyun grunted lowly. “Kick me or my proverbial parts!”

“Did someone talk about kicking some asses?” Jongin appeared out of nowhere. “I am in.”

“Shut up, Jongin.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Let’s pick the team.”

The smile on Kyungsoo’s face irritated Baekhyun, he wanted to erase that fucking grin so bad, punching his face but Baekhyun had to hold his manners as the team leader. If they would be in their flat, he could already beat the shit out of Kyungsoo, at least he would try.

Baekhyun hated the fact that Kyungsoo had the exact past with you and him. Three of you entered the department together, instead Kyungsoo went to another university to pursue his master, in the end he testified every moment between you and Baekhyun.

That’s why he was smiling since he learned you were going to be the other team leader.

Baekhyun was aware of the close relationship between you and Kyungsoo, one of his best friends.

Quickly Baekhyun led his team to the control point, close to your team. He was avoiding from this step, however as the leader, presenting his fucking team to your team was his responsibility. When they arrived, he took a deep breath.

“Good morning to all.” his blood started to boil when you turned to him with a displeased face expression. Your eyebrows were knitted, your fucking lips formed as a thick line, your dislike was palpable and Baekhyun knew his own face was mirroring your feelings. “I hope you are fine, could you let me present my team to you?”

Baekhyun wanted nothing but cut the shit off.

“Good morning.” you answered between your teeth. Your voice sounded extremely creepy. “Yeah, go for it.”

You do not make a favour to me, bloody woman, Baekhyun thought but he put all his efforts to control his words.

“My name is Byun Baekhyun, I am going to lead Sunkyungwan Team this year.” he looked at your team members, quickly memorized their faces. “I really look forward to work with you, I wish a good session for us. They are my members, Park Chanyeol, Doh Kyungsoo, Kim Jongin, Kim Danbi, Lee Taemin, Lee Donghae, Kim Jonghyun, Kim Kibum, Lee Seungjo, Kang Seulgi, Im Yoona, Kim Taeyeon and Kwon Yuri.”

“You are like a troop, huh?” one of your girls smiled after Baekhyun finished his presentation.

“More or less.” Baekhyun smiled back to her. What a surprise to him was the transformation of your face. You warmly smiled to the members and bowed to each of them.

Baekhyun raised his left eyebrow, but he could not avert his eyes from your smiling face.

It was pleasant like a spring day and when you smile your eyes were shining.

“Thank you.” he heard your voice. “My team is not big as yours, Park Shinhye, Kim Jongdae, Zhang Yixing, Oh Sehun, Kim Minseok and Song Hyesun.”

“You forget yourself.” Minseok slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes. “Indy is going to lead Sejong Team as she has been leading us for the last two years, you can put your faith on her, she is the greatest.”

“Indy?” Jongin repeated your nickname with a surprised face. “Are you foreigner?”

“Do I look like?” you laughed and prevented yourself from flinching his forehead. He was such a cute kid. “That’s how my team call me.”

“Ah.” Jongin blushed and you could not control yourself anymore.

“But if you want, you can also call me as Indy.” you grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Everything must be equal for the teams since we are going to live together during a whole summer.”

“I would like to.” Jongin bowed to you.

“So do we need to add sunbae when we call you?” Kyungsoo asked.

“Have you ever called me as a sunbae, Doh Kyungsoo?” you coldly replied. “Did Sunkyungwan change your behaviours?”

“Gardens of roses turn to garths of thorns in a second.” Kyungsoo murmured but he was smiling to you, then he opened his arms, catching you off guard because you knew that Kyungsoo was not a huge fan of hugs. “Will you salute me as a good friend, or will I start calling you as sunbae?”

“Shut the fuck up, Doh.” you inhaled, but actually you were happy to see your still-working-on friendship. You moved to hug him, he held you tightly and lifted you to the air, then turned around himself, made you laugh like a 5-year-old girl.

Baekhyun did not like what was happening before his eyes. Kyungsoo had to be with Baekhyun, not hugging you for his fucking dear life, or lifting and turning you around like you were very dear to him. He hated sharing his friends with you, he already lost Junmyeon, he wanted to keep Kyungsoo and Chanyeol to himself. You should be fucking away from them, they were Baekhyun’s and only Baekhyun’s friends.

And there was another fragile issue that Baekhyun had been keeping in the deepest point of his heart and mind, like the palace of Nyx in the darkest part of Tartarus. Extremely delicate, horrendous, and even atrocious.

Baekhyun was aware of a strange presence was lying down beneath his hatred, dislike and continuous loathe towards you, there was a layer of curiosity, something could feed different layers and causing an earthquake in his life. Baekhyun knew that you were his biggest rival, but you became his rival by your talents and intelligence. He knew this and this piece of realization doubled his hate towards you.

The funny part was the things he did not realize. Baekhyun was full of confidence, he was capable of performing even miracles, however he never perceive the fact that you were also a miracle.

“So, what we are going to do?” Chanyeol asked to everyone with a huge, happy smile. Baekhyun fended himself off moaning, happy virus Chanyeol already sensed the chance of levitating the mood between the teams and playing along with it. “Are we boarding?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” one of your boys, Sehun, came close to Chanyeol. Baekhyun and you immediately glared them, noticing the chemistry between these two. Both of you wished to keep the teams apart from each other in order to reduce the obliged interactions between the leaders, but it seemed not possible even from the beginning. Baekhyun was cursing between his lips, you were swearing at the executive board in your mind.

“Indy,” Shinhye whispered to you. “Are you okey? You look like wanting to kill one of us.”

“Not you.” you answered without thinking, then registered to your words. “Ignore me, Shinhye, I am a little bit tense right now.”

“We got your back.” she blinked at you and held Jongdae’s hand. “Let’s start the adventure!”

What an adventure, you thought but silently joined them. Kyungsoo also was walking next to you.

“Why the heck you went to Sunkyungwan?” you spilled the bean. “I always believed you would stay in Sejong.”

“Yeah, that was my intention.” Kyungsoo was plain as always. “However, Sunkyungwan gives me more opportunities to secure my career, Indy.”

“I know.” you had to admit. Sejong was not generous as Sunkyungwan. “Sorry for my selfish words.”

“No worries.” he beamed. “It happens all the time, but I am really happy to work with you again.”

“Old but gold days, huh?”

“Well, it was not purely gold,” Kyungsoo followed the flows and ebbs. “Do you remember when we were almost expelled from the university?”

“Is there a way to forget those days?” you immediately took a look on Baekhyun. It was his fault, obviously. “We were shitting in our pants instead of the one who put us in that situation.”

“Come on,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It was not only his fault, Indy, our hands were also crimson red.”

“Let me recall the memory, Doh,” you pinched his hand, he playfully pushed your fingers. “Excuse me if I am wrong, however that scumbag was the one who challenged you to confiscate the coin, because of your involvement into the incident, I had no choice but dragging your ass out of shit.”

“They caught two of us in the crime field.” Kyungsoo burst into laughs. “Professor Lee went ballistic and scolded us like we just killed a person cold heartedly.”

“And you could not see the reason behind it?” You were cutting Kyungsoo’s body with your eyes. “If someone tries to steal a coin from the excavation house during the session, I will kill them for sure. We were so lucky, the one who caught us was Professor Lee.”

“I heard you are strictest when it comes to excavation.” Kyungsoo assured you. “But try to not kill us.”

“The only one I am going to take down,” you shivered with the memory, Kyungsoo was already regretful to remind it to you. Well, maybe not so much because he wanted you and Baekhyun to realize the potential relationship you could have, and the easiest way in order to put you two in touch was making you angry. “That bastard if he will behave like the old days. We are not children anymore.”

“Have you ever been a kid?”

“Fuck off, Kyungsoo.”

“You did not change even a bit, Indy.” Kyungsoo made his statement. Obviously, you were going to keep this to yourself, taking his silent approval made you were more than happy. “You are still a pain in the ass.”

“And you are still a good boy.” you grinned, watching his lips formed around silent laughs. “Such a cute puppy for me, let me see your wagging tail.”

“I am sorry to interrupt your flirting session,” Kyungsoo turned to Baekhyun’s deadpanned face. “However, we have to move.”

“When you come across to a pretty girl,” Kyungsoo did not miss the chance of returning the favour. “You have to flirt with her. Wasn’t it your advice?”

“Yeah.” Baekhyun looked at you, then turned to Kyungsoo.

You knew what was going to happen.

“He said pretty girls,” you tucked the words in Baekhyun’s mouth before he could open his fucking damn mouth. “To my dismay, I have never been pretty to correspond the standards of Byun Baekhyun the Magnificent. I am crying for the lack of beauty almost every night, I mean living without Byun Baekhyun’s interests… Such a misery.”

Kyungsoo bit his lower lip in order to hold his laugh, Baekhyun’s fists were clenching but you did not stop there.

"Ah I almost forget to ask for the name of that little village, Baekhyun.” you directly looked at his eyes since ages. “Where the girl you desperately wanted to bless with your attention left you? UN Village?”

You immediately spin on your tiptoes, then slipped towards to Sehun, leaving two of them behind of you, refusing to look at back. In the meantime, Baekhyun was throwing daggers to your back, grinding his teeth, his jaw was extremely tensed. Before Kyungsoo could stop him, he swiftly came to your side, you felt his breath on your neck.

You shivered.

You fucking shivered and Baekhyun noticed that.

“You are playing with the fire, as always.” he whispered to your ear before someone could notice what he was doing. “Did you forget who was burning with fire, baby girl?”

He quickly disappeared and started to make such a fuss in order to gather his team members around himself. You were frozen, after years, you were frozen, you missed the little smile on the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth.

You were on the verge of screaming because of the frustration you had felt. You forced yourself to proceed, walked into the plane, helped your team in order to set their belongings and place into their seats, then you retreated your own seat. It was comfortable and you could easily snatch a blanket. Your wish became true, even quicker than you expected because Sehun, your wonderful Sehun, already brought a soft blanket for you. You smiled at him, actually forgiving him for building bonds with Chanyeol since they changed their seats in order to sit next to each other and weaved your legs around the fabric.

Your brain was in autopilot, you were lost in the horrible memories. You did not want to recall them, you buried them into the cemetery of your memory. You wished nothing but never remember that day.

The day in that village.

Baekhyun was mad at himself.

His face was clouded, for the first time he was silent and sitting on the farthest seat in the plane. He really wanted to be alone, and since being vocal about his feeling was so natural for him, he told his need to the team. They willingly let him to do what he wanted, as a result, he was looking out of window, hell if a person could see something out of a plane’s window, and he was cursing himself.

He knew it was going to be a chess play. Between you and him.

It has been always like the chess.

There was a bond between you and Baekhyun, even thought you two always refused it, you also were aware of that bond. You equally hated each other and if there was a thing which could make you happier than seeing each other’s downfalls, that was the opportunity of being the one who digs the other’s grave by their hands.

He was sure on he was going to be the one who sets your body on fire, then finishes you. He was sure on he was going to be the victor, the one and only champion.

When he kills you, erases your name for all eternity, when he condemns you with demnatio memoriae, he will calmly breathe again.

You were a pain in the ass, even when you were not around of Baekhyun, you had a place in his mind since that fucking day he met you. Your presence was like a tree, how much he could try, he could neither find your roots in his mind nor cut them all.

You were his enemy; he was going to treat you as you deserved.

There would be no turning back.

But…

He was mad at himself.

He made a wrong move while he was trying to disturb you, shake your cage in order to give you a lesson.

He also remembered.

The day in that fucking village.

[alreadyblondenow]

How old is too old?

Jung Jaehyun x reader // SMUT, SMUT, angst, fluff

Themes: OLDER JAEHYUN, YOUNGER READER, please I’m begging you don’t read my works if you’re not comfortable.

Word count: 5k

Summary: Jaehyun was your father’s best friend and life has it’s own twist of reuniting you again. 

Warnings: OLDER JAEHYUN, YOUNGER READER, BOTH LEGAL AGE, sex, sex, sex, over stimulation, choking, slapping, dom Jaehyun, mentions of other idols, pairing of other idols, swearing,  unprotected sex, rough sex, filthy sex, sad ending, Jaehyun is Johnny’s best friend, Johnny is your dad do the math. Mentions of alcohol, mentions of pregnancy, sad ending

A/N: I did this in one sitting. This is only a made up story and theres no way in hell that this is true. If something about the warning doesn’t sit well on you please don’t read. I would like to thank the anon who pointed out the sensitive topic. I already deleted some parts and edited the fic. Again thank you, and I will be better next time. For the first 200+ readers, I’m sorry if the fic was carrying something sensitive and I was clueless about it but after consulting with some of my fellow writers, I think the edited version of this fic is now safer. Thank you! And if the concept is still sensitive you can message me again I’ll be happy to delete it. 

Have you ever seen someone so dreamy and handsome that he sparkles every time he’s around? Or whenever he’s around he just lights up the whole room with his smile. He’s like an angel or a saint that walks among us. Mr. Jaehyun or Mr. Jae, as you call him, is the epitome of that description.

Same birthday, different age. 

Years later

“Good morning princess, happy birthday”

The sun is hitting your eyes and you put an arm on your head, not minding the person kissing your exposed thighs. Yuta has been your fuck buddy ever since the day you’ve been introduced to sex. He was your first at everything, but you two never had the guts to take your relationship to the next level. Nonetheless, you’re both still scared to lose each other.

“See you tonight?” you said weakly, admiring Yuta’s angelic features under the bright natural light that comes in your room perfectly.

“Definitely” he kissed your cheek and flopped on top of your naked body, “Don’t forget to clean up well, I came almost five times inside you last night,” he said before he kisses you one last time and leaves you to enjoy your morning.

On your way to the dining room, every one that crosses your path greets you good morning and happy birthday. You respond with a smile and ‘thank you’ as you continue to walk, everyone seems busy for the dinner party tonight.

On the long table, you found your mother and father having coffee and reading the newspapers. “Morning” you greet the before you sit.

“Happy Valentine's day” Johnny, your father, teases you as he folds the newspaper. You roll your eyes at him at let out a small laugh, “You’ll love my surprise for you tonight” he added, chewing his toast with strawberry jam on it.

“Another car? Oh, wait. Did you bought me a whole Chanel boutique already?” you tease your father, even though he perfectly knew you hate material gifts.

“Oh no. You’ll like this one” he smirks at you and stood up to give you a kiss on the forehead, “happy birthday, I’ll be back before dinner and before the guests arrived. Just have to handle a few things at the office”

“Why do I feel like you’re about to buy me a private plane” you tease him again and left you with your mother to enjoy breakfast together.

Living with fame and money all your life didn’t make you a spoiled daughter, or a big spender like your dad. You’re always about the simple things in life that give you genuine happiness, it’s always the people around you are showering you with expensive gifts that you’re grateful for but to be honest, you don’t need it. Family, career, and love. Those are the most important things in your life. But about love, you’re not sure yet.  

During the family dinner, as usual, the house is packed with family, family friends, and some people at work. Champagnes everywhere, people chatting about business or whatnot, families catching up, and friends reuniting.

“Where is dad?” you asked your mother, Seulgi while you wait for both your father and Yuta to arrive. You’re not blowing your birthday candles without your dad.

As you chat with other people and enjoy your celebration, your ears rang when you heard people exclaiming that Johnny has arrived. You walked to the entrance to greet your father, and to your surprise… Jaehyun is with him. Handsome as ever as if those years of not seeing each other didn’t make him age.

“You remember Jaehyun right?” your father introduced you to Jaehyun like one of his business partners, but Jaehyun is more than that.

“Mr. Jae, you’re back- is he, the gift that you’ve been telling me?” the question was directed to Johnny but your eyes are glued to Jaehyun, shaking his hands still.

“You’ve grown so much!” Jaehyun knew it was wrong to scan your hot body but he couldn’t resist. He’s good at hiding it.

Seeing Jaehyun right before your eyes made you feel things that you are not supposed to be feeling. He’s not your uncle, you don’t share the same blood, he’s just one of your dad’s business partners. The lust that you felt the moment you saw him scan your body felt so wrong but good at the same time. How can Mr. Jae do this to you?

As the night became more and more interesting, you and Jaehyun spent hours and hours talking and catching up. You have completely forgotten about your other guests, you just want to talk to Jaehyun the whole night.

He hasn’t changed a bit, the only thing that changed in his life is his steady career. The business in Connecticut made him filthy rich because he put his whole life on managing it. He apologised for leaving you and not saying goodbye, “to be honest I’m happy I didn’t see you before I leave, I knew you would be sad and I couldn’t bear seeing you like that. How are you?”

“The same sweet girl that you left, Mr. Jae” you just flirted and you hope he will just shrug it off. “Managing my own business now, I could live alone already but I’m too attached with my parents-“

“Hey, princess” Yuta came out of nowhere and interrupt you mid-sentence. He kissed you on the cheek, enough to make Jaehyun think that he’s your boyfriend or someone who has your heart. “Didn’t get to spend some time with you tonight, but it’s fine. I left your present on top of your bed, I hope you like it”

Jaehyun was watching attentively the whole time you and Yuta were talking, and after Yuta left you noticed that Jaehyun was smirking while he drinks his wine. “Now, I’m perfectly convinced that you’ve grown. He’s not your fiancé or anything right?”

“No no.” you shook your head nervously, “Just someone, who can provide my sexual needs” you added confidently letting him know that, yes you’re an adult now.

The catching up with Jaehyun continues, but soon your birthday ends and everyone needed to go home. Jaehyun kissed you on the cheek and told you that he was so happy to be reunited with you again.

“Oh, Mr. Jae” you blurted out before he gets in his car, “Happy birthday”

Jaehyun smiled so sweetly, heart-pounding, ear turning red because he’s so happy that you remember. “Happy birthday to us”

Weeks after your birthday, you decided to live separately with your parents and move out of the mansion. Johnny was sad about it, but he clearly knows sooner or later he needed to let go of you. While you were putting your stuff and organizing some of your things, someone knocked at your door but you’re hands are full you couldn’t open the door for them. “Come in, it’s open. Sorry, my hands are full” You were inside your walk-in closet, putting your shoes inside boxes and you wonder who it might be.

“Thought I should say hi to you. Your father is busy taking important calls” Jaehyun explained. 

For a moment, you and Jaehyun chatted and exchanged questions. He asked you what made you change your mind about living on your own, you asked what's his business with your dad lately. Both gave interesting answers until the room became silent as you go back to packing your stuff.

He watches you put your things on boxes, but your Victoria’s Secret satin sleepwear catches his attention. Those thin shorts that expose your butt cheeks whenever you bend over, thin sleeveless top that he oh so wanted to remove, the way your nipples ghost on your thin satin sexy top makes him want to pinch your nipples until you’re whimpering.

You don’t know what he needs, but you feel his breath on your nape. His presence is not easy to avoid when he’s directly behind you and awfully close. “Mr. Jae, do you need something else?” You clear your throat before reaching something but he stopped you from moving. He turned you around and his hands are quick to hold your ass, squeezing them gently with both hands, your body relaxes against his chest but your heart is pounding.

“Put your leg around my waist” it was a stern tone that made you follow without hesitation. He put you on the nearest wall and pinned you the there, his hands are busy removing your shorts and panties. Once you’re naked waist down, he unbuckles his belt and released his thick, veiny cock. The place was dead silent and you couldn’t talk because you can’t believe what’s happening. He kissed you on the cheek before pushing in halfway.

It hurt. But he didn’t care.

He pulls out again only to push right back in a little harder than before. You closed your eyes because it fucking hurts but it felt so good that you part your lips and rolled your head back.

After a few pleasurable thrusts that stretched your walls good, he stopped. The goal was not to have sex and had an amazing orgasm then and there. Jaehyun was testing the waters if you’re up to doing something stupid with him. His main goal for putting his cock inside you was not to give you an orgasm but to let you know that letting him fuck you someday will fucking feel good.

“If you want this to happen again, go to my place tonight. I’ll text you the address” he went down to get your shorts and panties on the floor and helped you wear it. He buckled his belt in front of you without taking his eyes off of you.

Jaehyun left you in your room with a confused mind. Questions over questions but you do know one thing, he will surely see you in his place tonight. And because of that, you finished putting your stuff and took a long bath on the tub. Making sure that every part of your body smells like lavender.

The thought of Jaehyun being your father’s best friend doesn’t sit well on you but the urge and the want of being fucked by Jaehyun lurks in your mind. What’s so wrong about having sex with Jaehyun anyway? Yes, he’s older but you’re an adult too.

As you drive to Jaehyun’s house for the first time, you try not to think about the people who will get mad if they know about this stupid thing that you’re about to do. Jaehyun’s house location is so far from the city, away from every chaos you could think of. As expected, his house is big and well guarded. But it feels cold and lonely.

“You live alone? Mr. Jae?” you asked when you got out of the car, Jaehyun welcoming you with a hug. He looks comfortable in his house clothes, slippers and all.

“Yes. My helpers come and go every weekend to clean the house. How was the drive?” He put an arm around your waist before he opens the door and enter his house, it was beautiful inside. A Chet Baker song was playing somewhere around the house, and it smells good. “I cooked dinner, I hope you’re starving”

You thought that once you stepped foot in his house, he will bring you straight to his room and have sex with you because it’s always like that with Yuta but you’re wrong. He made you dinner and the set up is kind of romantic. The food that he cooked is delicious it made you feel like you were eating somewhere expensive.

And just after dinner and two bottles of wine ago, you two catch up some more. You caught yourself laughing at his stories, giggling when he flirts with you, smiling whenever he looks at you deeply. Then it hit you, maybe he’s just shy to admit that he likes you and that his true purpose is to date you not just fuck you.

“What I did earlier is rather bold and wrong, I’m-“

“It’s okay, Mr. Jae. I’m here, it happened already” he smiled as you sip on your wine.

“Please, call me Jaehyun” he smiled back to you.

When the two of you grew tired of catching up already, finally he brought you to his room. He left you for a minute to lurk around and all you felt was loneliness. The room felt lonely, his entire house too and you’re not stupid to know why you’re here. It’s clear that Jaehyun is lonely in his life even though he has all the money in the world.

“Where are you?” you feel his lips on your neck. Maybe he noticed that you were spacing out. But again, Jaehyun is close to your body just like earlier and it brought you back to reality. You can feel the warmth of his body that you oh so crave, his soft lips that you want to kiss and taste. He turned your body around to face him and just like that he kissed you softly as if he just read your mind.

“Is it weird?” that an older man is kissing you right now? 

“No. Not at all, do it again?” you confidently requested, and he happily did it again. Arms around Jaehyun’s neck, kissing each other like everything is right, your fingers go through his soft hair. Every moan that comes from your mouth goes straight to his cock making it twitch and want to be inside you.

He sat you down on the edge of his bed and went in between your legs, removing your laced panties slowly. Dress all wrinkled and just above your thighs, straps already fell off your shoulders making you looked ruined already.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said while removing his pants together with his expensive underwear. What’s about to happen is, Jaehyun will fuck on the edge of his bed. He pushed inside you again for the second time today without foreplay, rolling hips slowly making you see how lustful he is.

He was so concentrated on fucking you, but he leaned down for a kiss and pull away again so he can see his cock go in and out of your pussy. Jaehyun’s deep grunts and moans are like music to your eyes while yours are like an achievement for him. Hearing you moan because of him feeds his pride and he loves it.

“That Nakamoto guy you’ve been having sex with didn’t fucked you enough” he informs you confidently with a sly smirk on his face. You were so sensitive by this time, both legs folded and clipped on the edge of the bed giving Jaehyun more access to your cunt, explore angles as he pleases. You wanted to close your legs so bad, but it feels so damn good you force yourself to keep your legs open for him.

“Spread your folds for me” you followed and you let him flick his thumb up and down your slit while he fucks you still, putting pressure on his finger and putting his whole cock inside you.

“Too much,” you said weakly, out of breath, gasping so hard.

“And that’s what makes it feel good, enjoy it.” by this time you don’t know what made you cum so hard, his sexy voice, his cock inside you, or his fingers. The orgasm Jaehyun gave wasn’t something Yuta can easily deliver and you hate that you’re comparing them with each other. You close your legs and shiver on the mattress, feeling your pussy tingle even tho Jaehyun pulled out already.

“Good?” he leaned down on you again and kissed your lips, your neck, your face while you two crawl up to the bed and lay comfortably with the pillows. The kiss was full of hunger and lust as if he’s not letting you rest even just for a minute after making you cum for the first time. It was so intense that you’re high isn’t going away and you can feel him line his cock again while he distracts you with his hungry kisses.

“Jaehyun, I need to breathe” he chuckles and gave your request. He used the time to remove his shirt and get you naked before positioning himself again in between your legs that you refuse to open, “Baby, don’t make me open those legs for you” it wasn’t a threat, but it made you scared even tho he was kissing your neck the whole time he was talking.

His beautiful body is on top of you as you slowly open your legs again for him, he tickled your sides and it made you giggle. “Y/n, relax why are you so tensed?” Jaehyun’s arms are perfectly wrapped around your body and it’s making you blush and shy because it’s such an intimate position, the kind of sex position married couples use.

“I’m not tensed, it’s just everything feels new and were so close-“

“Get used to it then” he proceeds to kiss your neck and make you calm using his lips, he was still embracing you and you doubt that he’s going to pull away any second. “Ready?” he asked, rolling his hips a little and you nod your head ‘yes’.

There’s that stinging stretch again because of Jaehyun’s cock that makes your mouth open and your eyes closed. Your embrace to Jaehyun tightens while he thrust in and out of you slowly, but not for long. His thrusts became hammering pounds, that your head hit his headboard already but no one cares, it feels good. “Harder Jae, harder” it was a breathy tone that Jaehyun loved.

You can’t believe that those hard and piercing thrusts can make you both cum in no time and as expected, Jaehyun is wild. “Jae” you call out his name but he chose not to listen.

Tears on your eyes started to fall because of the overstimulation but the man above you sill hasn’t stopped, deep inside you don’t want him either. Jaehyun was the kind of man who will not stop even though your cunt is overflowing with his cum, he overstimulated you, he overstimulated himself. And just like that you both cum again, moaning as loud as you can because you perfectly knew no one can hear you.

That night, you’ve been fucked far too many times in ways you’ve never been fucked before. Every round was more intense than the last one, you never felt so thankful to whoever invented birth control pills because you’re damn sure than Jaehyun can get you pregnant.

You don’t know how, but you somehow passed out and you woke up clean and covered with Jaehyun’s thick duvet. He wasn’t beside you, so you forced yourself to go up and wear his black shirt as cover to your naked body and went outside his room. The house was so big that you don’t know where to start finding him, good thing you found him sitting on one of his couches facing the lit pool outside with a glass of wine on his hand. Body still exposed but he’s wearing a clean Calvin Klein boxers briefs now.

“Why are you sitting so far away from me, come sit on my lap” the invitation made you smile and you walked slowly towards him and sat on his lap as requested. “I'm sorry that I had to drag you into this mess. I’m too old to find someone that will love me genuinely, that’s why I find people who can satisfy my sexual needs”

See, you’re right. He’s lonely. And he got the idea of making you a target for his needs because he knew about you and Yuta being fuck buddies during that time on your birthday. “Oh, so that gave you an idea, huh” you smirk, and raked his hair away from his face.

“Yeah. I'm sorry”

“No don’t be. Clearly, I loved everything that happened tonight the moment I stepped right in”

“How about your man friend, Nakamoto. Will he be okay about you fucking other people? Older people?” he took a sip on his wine, leaning comfortably on his expensive couch giving you a perfect view of his hot body.

“You may be old but you fuck like a horny teenager. Yuta doesn’t need to know” the conversation is getting serious.

“Good because, what we have, what happened should stay between us. It will ruin my career, my job, my friendship with Johnny, my relationship with you”

Ouch. That hurt you. “So you’re my second fuck buddy now?” how can you even think that he likes you and that what just happened in his bed was not just because he’s lonely. How can you think that he longs for you, need you? You scoffed and tried to get out of his lap but he’s quick to grab you and put his hands on your thighs.  

“No no, I didn’t mean it that way. We’re together. We’re together as we can be, but we can’t go public until we found a solution. Okay? Don’t frown, please. My heart can’t bear to see you sad or disappointed”

“Okay, I’m sorry I overreacted”

“Let's sleep?” you nod your head with a smile and just like that he left his glass of wine on the table near the couch and carried you back effortlessly in his room. You will never forget this moment that you two slept in one bed. Back against his chest, arms around your waist, the air that comes out from his nose hits your nape perfectly like a reminder that he’s close to you.

Days went on and on like this until it turned into weeks then months. Jaehyun didn’t feel lonely in his house big house anymore, and your life is complete now because you found love. He helped you designed your apartment but you never stayed there because you live in Jaehyun’s now with him.

You and Jaehyun go on to dates like a normal couple but with utmost caution. Spending beautiful nights under the stars, celebrating holidays together, going on vacation. You and Jaehyun plan a lot for the future, and it makes you happy because you have something to look forward to.  

As you live with Jaehyun, you became the woman of the house who managed everything even the expenses. Everything was transparent between you and Jaehyun, ‘what’s mine is yours’ as he described it. It was like a trial to married life with Jaehyun, and you’re loving it so far. A perfect love story and no one is reckless enough so not a single soul suspects your relationship.

“My business partners are giving me a headache” he complains as soon he enters your shared room and kissed you. He smelled like car air freshener and he looked like he had a rough day.

You continue reading your book and reply to some of your clients through email on the side while you wait for Jaehyun to come to bed with you. Focused and unbothered, you didn’t feel him kiss your legs as he crawls on the bed shirtless and only wearing hid pajamas.

“Can we have sex? Make my day better please” he asks so sweetly in between kissing you on your neck, your book is long forgotten.

“Thought you were tired?” you caressed his flawless back, feeling his back muscles on your hand, he only shook his head and kissed you down until you reach the fluffy pillows. Swiftly he unbuttons your sleepwear, revealing your boobs that he soon attacked with kisses and love bites. You managed to get him naked and he managed to remove your thin shorts and underwear.

He checked your slit and you were a little dry, so he went down between your legs and spit on your cunt. Filthy but hot. Whenever you have sex with your boyfriend, his cock still stretches your cunt like he’s getting bigger and bigger each day. You never get used to is. You let out a soft ‘ouch’ and Jaehyun heard it, “Yes that’s right. Hurt for me baby”

“I’m not tight you’re fucking big Jae. You’re not even hard enough and yet-fuck!” he interrupted you with a piercing thrust mid-sentence. “Why do you always do that” you whine, he just smirked and continue fucking you wild.

Whenever Jaehyun is stressed like this the sex is always rough and wild, and you love it. He pulls away from kissing your swollen boobs and put a hand around your neck choking you well. His other hand is intertwined yours so whenever it’s too much you can always tell him to stop. But it was never too much for you. The overstimulation, yes. But his roughness, never. “Harder,” you request in between short breaths.

You smiled at him before you cum, eyes rolling back as usual. He pulls out slapped your cunt while you’re still sensitive and shivering, enjoying the view of his beloved girlfriend whimpering on the bed. “Why is fucking you one time is always not enough. We always have to go for a few more rounds. I’m so in love with you” He grabs both of your hands and put it around his neck, “Keep me close Y/n, I love you” he said before going inside you again to fuck you a little bit softer, gentler, and slower.

Having slow sex with Jaehyun is as good as having rough sex with him. “Does it still hurt? I’m sorry” but he still thrusts and puts his entire cock inside you making a bulge on your stomach.

“Fuck I forgot, pull out when you cum okay? I forgot to take my pill this week. Sorry” it was something that didn’t scare Jaehyun. Having kids with you is something he dreamed of happening and he’s ready for it.

“I want to have kids with you” he sounded serious but you’re not on the right mind right now to tell him your answer. You want it too, but you’re not yet ready. You still have so much to unlock in your life. If he pulls out, that will give you relief. But if he doesn't, well, you can just hope that you won’t get pregnant.

After a few thrust,

He pulled out.

What a relief.

That night, Jaehyun stayed in bed a little late just looking at your beautiful face under the nice moonlight shining through his window. He will ask you to marry him and live a normal life, he will face Johnny and handle the situation in his own hands. He will do everything in his power to give you a happy life without hiding from the people who will judge your relationship.

The next day, you woke him up with loving kisses just how he wants it. Jaehyun lived almost half of his life waking up alone in a cold bed, but now that you’re part of his life, he gets to enjoy waking up from your kisses and waking up with a dimpled smile.

“Good morning, you’re up early,” he said groggily but with a smile.

“See you tonight at the party? I have to leave early and take care of some stuff at the office”

He nods his head and forced himself to sit up and give a kiss. A little longer than you expected, but always sweeter than yesterday’s kiss. “I love you. Find me later okay?” you nod your head ‘yes’ and kissed some more.

The annual business party that your dad threw for his company is a big event for him, nonetheless, it’s not stressful just full of people wearing tuxedos, gentlemen with their wives, your dad’s business partners together with their secretaries.

Wearing a beautiful Valentino dress, you walk to the entrance with Yuta hoping that your boyfriend will not get mad because this was just a last-minute thing. Yuta came out of nowhere before you enter the party, and you didn’t want to shoo him away because it will hurt his feelings. After all, you two had a history.

Seated on the same table, you and Yuta, your father and mother, Jaehyun, and his date Yeri. As part of hiding, you and Jaehyun didn’t talk too much but he did tell you you’re beautiful in front of your father and complimented the necklace that you’re wearing which he gave you. Seeing Yeri near your boyfriend hurt you like you two just broken up. Like you and Yuta, Jaehyun and Yeri had a history because they’re ex-lovers.

“Come dance with me” Yuta being the music lover that he is dragged you into the dance floor and made you dance with him. You feel Jaehyun’s eyes follow you even though you were busy dancing under the upbeat music and having fun with Yuta on the dance floor together with the other guests.

Jaehyun on the other hand invited Johnny to smoke tobacco with him. Men with tobaccos stayed in a room where they can play poker peacefully and talk more about business. This is the perfect time Jaehyun thought. The perfect time to tell Johnny about his relationship with you. Seeing you with Yuta was like the push he has been waiting for and now, he’s going to do it.

“Johnny, I love your daughter” he blurted out, holding his tobacco with his right hand.

Johnny chuckled and shook his head in disbelief, “I know right. Crazy how she was just a little girl, felt like only yesterday. Can’t believe she’s running her own business right now and being successful” he smiled, taking a hit on his tobacco.

“That’s all true, but that’s not what I meant” the atmosphere was quiet even though Jaehyun and Johnny are away from the other men. “Were in love Johnny. We’ve been together for ten beautiful months now”

Johnny was speechless and he wanted to punch Jaehyun on the face right then and there, but this is his party. He can’t cause a scene. Johnny is a powerful man, he can ruin anyone and he’s well aware of that. So instead of causing a scene, he fixed his rings and told Jaehyun that, “You’re a well-established businessman Jaehyun. I think you don’t need me anymore as a partner and… best friend. Stay away from my daughter” he pats Jaehyun on the shoulder and made his way back to the party again to find you.

“Can I dance with my daughter, Yuta?” your father smiled at you and took you dancing. You saw Jaehyun sit beside Yeri, smiling so beautifully and making each other smile. “Oh look at my best friend, I’m happy they got back together” it was a lie that Johnny had to made up to ruin your relationship with Jaehyun and also his way to find out if Jaehyun is telling the truth.

Johnny saw the sadness in your eyes, that’s when he confirmed it. “How about you? Yuta looks like a fine man who’s been around. Give him a shot? After all, The Suh and Nakamoto company looks good merging” it was clear that he was suggesting you to marry Yuta someday because of business and you hate it. But you smile and joked nonetheless.

“Arranging me for marriage dad?”

“Psh. No. I’m just showing you a choice. Yuta is a good person, comes from a good family, and-“

“And I’m not in love with him” your dad knew he had to shut up.

You thought that the party will not stress you out and you will have a great time but the opposite happened. Now, you just hope that Jaehyun will turn everything around remove the stress away. But no. He was silent when you got home and didn’t welcome you with kisses that you oh so crave by this time. You went separately, of course, he was the first one who got home but he’s still wearing the same clothes he wore from the party when you found him in the living room drinking hard liquor.

The dress is beautiful, but you wanted to get out of it because it reminds you what your father just told you about marrying Yuta. Soon, Jaehyun joined you in your shared walk-in closet but he’s still silent.

“You didn’t tell me you were going with Yuta. Baby, I was hurt. I wanted to dance with you so bad but-“

“You should’ve danced with Yeri” you blurted out. “She was beautiful Jae, you just let her sit in the table all night. Did you even offered to take her home?”

“Why would I do that, we're together” he watches you unzip the beautiful dress and expose yourself in front of him with only the lingerie that you’re wearing. “Okay sorry I was overreacting” he leans on the door, shoulders crossed, and his bow tie is already undone. “But I told Johnny about us earlier”

You were speechless and disappointed, you scoffed and you can’t believe he did that. “Well you look disappointed” Jaehyun was hurt, he thought you would be happy that he finally had the guts to man up and tell your father the truth.

“I am! Because you decided all by yourself. You didn’t talk about this with me. No wonder my father was acting weird”

“What, do you want to hide forever Y/n? I’m doing this for us. Don't you want to get married and have kids someday?” by this time both of your tones towards each other were a little higher than usual.

“I know your intentions Jae, but it's not yet the right time. I want to have a family and kids with you but not now. I’m just starting to build my life. Come on Jae, you sound like you’re proposing to me now“ you still sound disappointed.

He thought that getting married will make you happy, but now it’s clear to him that he’s wrong. “Maybe I am”

“Well, then I have to say no for now” that was like a bullet straight to his heart. It was like saying ‘Jaehyun, I can’t marry you because you’re too old. Wait for me to get older, then we’ll talk about marriage’ He ignored what you said.

“Wha did johnny told you?” his eyes were cold, there’s no sign of spark in it.

“He said you were back with, Yeri” you were removing your makeup at the bathroom with only your robe covering your naked body.

“That’s bullshit, my own best friend” Jaehyun sounded irritated you can here drawers closing loudly because clearly, he’s not happy that Johnny bad mouthed him in front of you.

“I know its not true, Jae. He was just saying that because he’s concerned and I don’t know, protecting me?”

“Huh? Protecting you from what Y/n? Were together for almost a year now tell me, am I treating you bad? Can you say that you’re in bad hands?” it was not a question. You knew so you didn’t answer.

This is your first fight with Jaehyun and this is the first night that you shared the bed without facing each other. Tonight he lost his best friend, and he can't afford to lose you too. But he was stern. He still wants to make your relationship public and be engaged soon. He not forcing it but you know he wants it real bad.

If last night you fought for the first time, this morning Jaehyun didn’t feel your kisses woke him up for the first time since you two were together. That simple gesture makes Jaehyun happy first thing in the morning and now that you didn’t do it for the first time, it felt like you’re going to leave him soon.

The same argument went on for days, even you don’t know how to fix this problem but still, life goes on. Jaehyun tried having makeup sex with you but you just let him fuck you and it never fixes things. He was so desperate and he was trying so hard to bring back everything but it was not easy. All he ever wanted was to make you stay in his life. But looks like the relationship is ruined.

Finally, he realized a sad truth. Sooner or later he has to let go of you even though he loves you wholeheartedly. When Jaehyun first mentioned the breakup you were furious and mad, “I’m like this Jaehyun because I don’t know how to fix it but I never wanted to break up! But you! How dare you to even make it an option!” of course you didn’t want to break up with the man you love, being not on the same page for now in the relationship is not enough reason to just throw everything away.

“I can’t give you the life that you want Y/n, we continuously hurt each other every day I can’t hurt you furthermore. We can’t be together anymore” he was so calm and you can’t understand how does he do that.

The perfect love story you thought is now ending with tragedy. How can loving Jaehyun become so wrong? But he was right, sooner or later reality will slap you hard and the truth will not be on your side. Loving Jaehyun was something you will never regret doing, but it was wrong because he was your father’s best friend, you two can’t seem to find your way back to each other now.

As you finally agreed to the breakup, moving out of Jaehyun’s house was a fucking torture. You see to it that you get all your stuff during his working hours so he could enjoy the heartbreak that he singlehandedly decided for the both of you. It was a great relationship that deserved a peaceful breakup.

Jaehyun went home on an empty house and it broke his heart to million pieces. Pictures of you and him scattered around the house and letting go of you is life-changing for him in a bad way. Together with the happy memories that you left in his house is the necklace that he gave and every cute note he gave to you whenever he needed to leave the house before you can even wake up. It’s as if you wanted everything to stay in his house, keep everything hidden like it always has, like you and Jaehyun never happened in the first place.

Jaehyun married Yeri a year after your breakup and the news broke you. Deep inside you were still clinging to the chance of getting back with Jaehyun and turn everything around but you’re wrong. No one knew about your relationship except Johnny. That’s good. You don’t need to explain yourself to people.

As years went by, you decided to build your life with Yuta and love him fiercely without worries, without hiding, you told him about Jaehyun and he didn’t judge you not even a bit. The wedding made the news of two companies merging, and the whole country celebrated.  

Years after your wedding, you were at the record store buying lullabies for babies so you can listen to it and hope that your daughter can hear it. You’re seven months pregnant with Yuta’s baby and you’re excited to be a mother.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice called your name and you’re too scared to turn your back and face him but you don’t have a choice.

And you’re right. You haven’t seen him since the breakup and he was like a ghost to you now. He hasn’t changed a bit. After four years, you’re now in front of Jung Jaehyun with a baby on your belly and a wedding ring on your finger.

[pollenat]

RED VELVET and 5 ways to say I love you

➛ Note: Non-verbal, mind you.

IRENE

Her hand automatically reaching for a lost strand of hair you haven’t noticed yet. The fingertips feel so soft on your skin, you want to grab her fingers and kiss the top of each one. But these are just thoughts. In reality you freeze, struggling with the fast rhythm of your beating heart. Joohyun smiles softly, quickly going back to whatever it was she was busy with before.

The drastic change in her behavior when your hands pull her hips close to yours. As much as you want to lead her, you turn weak upon looking into her beautiful eyes. Joohyun’s smile melts away, letting something dangerous take place. You cannot pinpoint exactly what it is, but the sight makes your thighs tingle.

Waking up in the middle of the night. Joohyun rarely embraces you when asleep, but at that moment her hands are painfully tight around your torso. In fact, she’s so strong you can’t turn around to check her face for any sign of discomfort. All you can do is remain still, and wait for her to either speak or loosen the grip.

Turning on your phone after it’s completely charged, only to yelp in surprise at the amount of missed calls. All from Joohyun. With a bad feeling, you dial her back. She doesn’t leave you waiting for long. “Why didn’t you pick up your phone? I was worried sick!” You have to pull the phone away from your ear. Joohyun is nagging you like crazy, but you know that she just cares a lot.

The feeling of water washing over your back, as you reach for a bottle of shower gel. But instead of finding the one that Joohyun is so religious about, you pull out the one you’re used to. The realization makes you take a double look at the small shower shelf. You’re 100% sure the owner of the bathroom you’re currently using is your girlfriend, not you. Was it Joohyun’s subtle way of telling you something, or was it just her caring nature that put the bottle on her shopping list?

SEULGI

Watching her throw herself face down on the spot next to yours. As soon as she turns to show you the tired smile, you’re stunned by the sheer happiness of seeing her. “What? Do I have something on my face?” Instead of answering, you extract a giggle out of her with a tight hug. “You’re going to choke me!” but you know she’s enjoying it just as much.

The plate of french toasts she went out of her way for. It’s a welcome surprise, but it also makes you feel bad. Seulgi waves away any words coming out of your mouth, her shy smile directed at the plate as she awaits the first bite. “Do you like it?” her mouth widens much more when you nod your head yes.

Blaming yourself for ruining her day when it ends with her hand pressing a bag of frozen pees to your forehead. You were supposed to to go out, have fun at a trendy place. Instead, your head collided with a corner of a cupboard you didn’t notice. “It’s okay! Stop frowning.” she gently pats your cheek with her hand. Seulgi’s smile is honest, but you can’t stop the feeling of distaste you have for yourself.

The metal cookie box, hidden between books on a shelf. You still remember the taste of its content, although your primary reason for buying it was the retro packaging. Now, its filled with numerous polaroids of Seulgi and you, taken with her beloved instax. Beneath the photographs lie scraps of paper, with love confessions written on, cinema tickets, restaurant receipts, event leaflets. All working as some sort of proof that what you have with your girlfriend is real.

Her indifference to the fact that she just walked inside your house with a bouquet of flowers. Every week she replaces the previous one with a bunch of fresh petals, never once being brave enough to hand them to you. Instead, the first thing she does after entering, is pull out a vase and fill it with water. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Seulgi shyly looks away whenever you ask her about it.

WENDY

That one evening when instead of letting her sit on the opposite side of the bathtub, you tug her to lean on your chest. She feels small in your hold, but the embrace you’re offering prevents her from sliding down the slick surface. Wendy giggles shyly when she notices the colorful remnants of a bath bomb falling down to reveal naked skin of her legs. “Pretty.” she mutters, the word audible only to you.

Her stiff dancing at your family’s reunion. In a different context, and after more drinks, she would be doing her best to make you laugh with her moves. Yet, curious glances of your aunts and uncles stop Seungwan from anything radical. “Oh my god they’re judging me.” “They are not judging you!” “They’re your family, of course they do!”

Swinging your interlocked fingers while passing other pedestrians on the sidewalk. The night sky is clear, stars frozen under the moon’s watchful gaze. Seungwan’s excited chatter works as a pleasant accompaniment to the walk. You’re listening to her plans, genuinely curious and just as happy to be involved in them.

Squishing her cheeks when she’s not paying attention to you. Seungwan looks offended, frowning at the little pain you’ve caused her. “What was that for?” she asks. You don’t answer, instead hugging her in the middle, and hiding your face in her neck. Bewildered, she laughs awkwardly above your head, hesitating only for a moment, before returning the embrace.

The faces she makes after you call her “baby”. Seungwan’s face is naturally expressive, always going from one extreme to the other. Always making you laugh from the amount of fondness they generate. Still, “baby” is a special type of treat. Seungwan may swear she hates the term of endearment, but you know she doesn’t mean it. Just a look at her face is enough to confirm your thoughts.

JOY

Walking home late at night. Her body is leaning on yours for support after one too many drinks. Slender fingers eventually curl around your arm, as she laughs at something you said. You think to yourself that she looks the prettiest like that - smiling so widely, she struggles to keep her eyes open. Determined to keep the image of happiness as long as possible, you continue saying nonsense, hopeful her intoxicated mind finds it funny.

The afternoons she decides she wants to eat fast food. You’re not one to decline, especially since it’s her asking. You can’t even act annoyed when her red lips open widely to welcome a burger you’re holding. She has her own food, and you want to argue, but you can’t say no when her eyes are staring into your soul.

Zipping up the material on Sooyoung’s back. You’re biting down the lower lip, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks. It should be a normal thing to do. You’re just helping your girlfriend with a piece of clothing way more complicated than a simple T-shirt. No biggie. Then why are you so overwhelmed by everything? As you reach the neckline, your eyes meet Sooyoung’s in the mirror, and you can’t help but look away.

The feeling od disappointment you can’t shake off when the noise of your phone doesn’t announce an incoming text from Sooyoung. It’s someone else, asking you about plans. Although too shy to admit it to anyone but yourself, you’d rather meet with the person you expected to write.

Jumping not at the scare, but Sooyoung’s terrified shriek. Right after, her head hits yours, as she tries to keep down nervous giggles. The stranger sitting on your other side gives her a stink eye, but you don’t comment, instead turning towards her to smile from amusement. “I didn’t expect it, okay?” Sooyoung takes the hand you offer to her, more than satisfied with the result of a little adrenaline rush.

YERI

A series of different drinks you’ve ordered to taste test, and her overdone frown after having a classic (although too sour) lemonade. She gets angry when you refuse to take a sip of the same beverage. “Suffer with me!” “No!” “Do it!” “Shouldn’t you protect me?” “Shouldn’t you join my suffering?” “That would be very dumb of me!”

Wiping singular drops of rain off of your camera lens. Yerim is shivering under her long trench coat, the cold wind pulling at her ponytail. Aside from you, the photographer, and her, the model, nobody shows up in front of Rome’s Trevi Fountain, everyone scared of the incoming dark clouds. Maybe that’s better. You have nobody to ruin pictures of your beloved.

The maddening silence of your car ride. Yerim doesn’t even look at you, gaze stubbornly turned in the opposite direction. Any words you think of feel useless, so you don’t let anything reach her ears. Even if you’re no longer angry, the atmosphere is just too awkward for you to act upon. Instead, you soak in pity, missing the normal.

Pulling the curtain away, to reveal your styling to Yerim’s expectant eyes. She doesn’t even try to hold back laughter, as you pose as ridiculously as possible. Her hand does a poor job of hiding the wide smile she’s sporting. “What? Don’t you like it?” you tease her, the boa scarf landing around Yerim’s neck in a flirty manner. “No, no.” she snickers “I genuinely love it. Can’t wait to see you dressed in that at my cousin’s wedding.”

Braiding the laces at the end of her scarf as you await a taxi. It’s a cold winter evening, but at least it isn’t snowing. Yerim’s breath takes over your vision every once in a while. You don’t make a move to escape it, content with being so close to her. Even nicer is the feeling of her hands hiding in the pockets of your coat. Specifically, of fingers drumming a tuneless melody on your thighs.

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[kpop-zone]

Red Velvet reaction to their s/o being stressed out because of university

A/N: I’m back!

Irene

Please come over.

Joohyun didn’t know how often she had sent you this message in the past weeks, but she didn’t care if she seemed needy. Your finals had just started, and you had already begun to stress out about them two weeks ago. She didn’t mind that you were ambitious; after all it had been one of the reasons why she fell for you. Nevertheless, Joohyun was worried about you. You always tended to overwork yourself. Therefore, she wanted to have you around. This way, she could make sure that you ate, drank and rested enough.

I’ll be there in 5

You answered and Joohyun smiled to herself while already walking to the kitchen to heat up some food for you.

It didn’t take long till she heard knocks on the door, so Joohyun walked to the entrance to let you in. But she didn’t like what she found standing in front of the dorm. You looked tired and completely jaded, making her frown.

“Have you eaten already?”

She asked while taking your hand and pulling you inside.

“Um I’ve had some cereal.”

Normally Joohyun would have scolded you for thinking that cereal was a proper meal, but today she had compassion with you.

“I’ll take that as a no... But don’t worry, I’ve prepared something for you.”

She piped up, but you groaned in response.

“Joohyun... I appreciate the effort, but I need to start studying.”

You whined, but Joohyun didn’t even listen anymore. If you couldn’t take care of yourself, she would do it for you. No compromises. Good grades were important and if you wanted to, she would help you studying later on. But your health was more important than anything else.

“There’s no use in fighting. You have to take a break. You’ll see that you’ll study much better later.”

She answered and pushed you down on a chair in front of the dining table. With a grumpy face, you accepted your fate and waited till Joohyun had put all the different plates in front of you. It didn’t take you long to dig into the food greedily, making her shake her head. You could be so stubborn. But at least you were looking more and more alive with every bite; much to Joohyun’s liking.

“Better?”

She asked after you had finished your third bowl of rice and you grinned sheepishly in response, causing her to chuckle.

In the end, the two of you even ended up chatting for a while before you dedicated yourself to your studies. While you were completely engrossed in your laptop, Joohyun cleaned up the kitchen, took care of her own affairs and kept feeding you little snacks until it was 1 am. With a glance on her watch, she figured that you had martyred your brain enough for the day and swiftly walked over to you to wordlessly close your laptop.

“Joohyun!”

You gasped, but once again, she chose to ignore your protests.

“Come to bed?”

She asked sweetly while holding her hand out.

Contemplatively your gaze alternated between her hand and your laptop until you huffed in defeat and chose to comply to your girlfriend’s wishes. Joohyun grinned smugly and pulled you to the bedroom.

Maybe you couldn’t see it yet, but in hindsight you would be grateful.

Seulgi

Seulgi fidgeted with her phone in her hand while sitting on her bed and contemplating whether she should call you or not. Your finals were around the corner and you were stressed out beyond belief. You spent all your days in your room to study and Seulgi was starting to miss you. Nevertheless, she also wanted to be a supportive girlfriend. She didn’t want to distract you and be the cause of bad grades. But on the other hand, you could probably also use someone to take care of you and calm you down. Seulgi sighed in desperation. What was she supposed to do?

“Just go. I’m sure Y/N will be happy to see you.”

Seungwan, who was just passing by her room and had apparently noticed Seulgi’s desperation, said over her shoulder.

“But what if I’m just annoying?”

Seulgi whined, but Seungwan stuck her head in her room and looked at her critically.

“Don’t overthink it so much. Just imagine poor Y/N being alone in the apartment, without food, totally stressed out and without any form of comfort.”

Her friend’s argument instantly made Seulgi leap to her feet. She was totally right. What if you were spiraling and needed someone to ground you? In lightning speed, Seulgi raided the dorm’s fridge and cupboards and rushed to your apartment with her arms full of snacks.

When you opened the door, your hair was disheveled and dark rings were decorating your eyes. But as soon as you saw her, a smile made its way to your lips and you seemed to be happy to see her.

“Babe! I’ve missed you!”

You exclaimed before wrapping your arms around her neck.

Seulgi sighed in relief, because apparently you weren’t annoyed that she showed up unannounced. With her worries being proven totally unnecessary, she made it her mission to support you as best as possible from now on. After taking a quick glance on your notes though and realizing that your classes were much too difficult for her, she figured that her support had to be unrelated to your studies. Therefore, she made an effort to keep you well fed with snacks instead while you were engrossed in your laptop and notes. Every now and then, however, she also pulled you away and demanded her cuddle sessions that you patiently granted her with a giggle.

“I’m really glad that you came over.”

Seulgi felt her heart flutter and tightened her embrace around you.

“That’s a relief. I was worried that I might only distract you.

She admitted but you shook your head instantly.

“You didn’t. I was stuck in a tunnel and unable to think clearly anymore. But you managed to give me new energy.”

You admitted, making Seulgi grin proudly.

She would make sure that you would never run out of energy from now on.

Wendy

You groaned in annoyance. This was the tenth times you went through your flashcards, but you still couldn’t remember half of the stuff you had written on there.

“Do you need some help?”

Seungwan giggled from beside you as she averted her gaze from her laptop and looked at you.

“I think it’s hopeless. I’m going to fail this final.”

You whined while letting your head fall to the table with a thud, causing your girlfriend to laugh at you.

“Don’t say that baby! Nothing is impossible.”

She stated energetically, but you kept making defeated noises.

“You know what? I’m done with work for the day. I’m going to help you!”

You lifted your head to see that Seungwan’s eyes were sparkling as if a fire was burning inside of them.

“Don’t even bother. I’m just not smart enough for university.”

The past days of studying in vain had drained you and now you just wanted the final to be over, no matter the results. But apparently you were the only one in the room with this point of view.

“Y/N L/N!”

Your girlfriend using your full name with her loud voice, made you straighten up in your chair and look at her with wide eyes.

“I’ve said, I’m going to help you to study and that’s what we’re going to do. We never give up. Have I made myself clear?”

She said with a sharp tone and you nodded hastily.

“Great! Let’s get started then.”

From one second to the other, your girlfriend’s voice softened again, and a smile was playing on her lips. Nevertheless, you didn’t want to test what would happen if you doubted your abilities again. Therefore, you opened your lecture notes and looked at Seungwan expectantly.

Like she had been a teacher all her life, she helped you go through the material of the class. Mostly she gave you tips on how to memorize stuff quicker but sometimes she was even able to explain some things to you. Therefore, you felt prepared for your exam and completely in awe of your girlfriend after a few hours of intense studying. You had always known that she was extremely smart, but after today, you considered whether she was actually highly gifted.

“Do you feel better now?”

Seungwan asked after you had left your books behind and were now cuddled up on the couch.

“Yes, a lot. Thank you for helping me, jagi. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You planted a quick kiss on her cheek, causing your girlfriend to blush.

“Of course, you could have done it. You’re so incredibly smart, babe. You don’t need to worry all the time. You’ve got this.”

She responded and you felt your heart fluttering in your chest.

Seungwan was the smartest person you knew, so who were you to disagree?

Joy

Sooyoung plopped down on the couch and grabbed her laptop. Once she had turned it on though, she didn’t know what to do. All she wanted to do was to spend some time with you. But you had an assignment to finish that you had been stressing out about for the last week. She had tried her hardest to make your week as enjoyable as possible; cooking for you, giving you massages and buying you little presents. This assignment seemed to be really important to you, so Sooyoung didn’t want to be in the way between you and a good grade. Nevertheless, she hated when you didn’t give her attention.

Just one more week.

Sooyoung thought to herself and tried to focus on the screen. But she couldn't find anything that was a good substitute for you.

“Will you stop whining if I take a break?”

You suddenly asked from across the room, making Sooyoung jump in surprise. For the past two hours you had been completely engrossed in the assignment and hadn’t spoken a word.

“I’m not whining!”

Sooyoung exclaimed offended, but you raised your eyebrows in disagreement.

“Did I?”

She asked sheepishly, causing you to giggle.

“Yes, you’re sighing and groaning for an hour now.”

A faint blush rose to Sooyoung’s cheeks and she looked to the floor in embarrassment. She hadn’t even noticed that she had been making noises all the time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you. I’m just a little bored, that’s all.”

She apologized, because she really didn’t want to be the one to keep you from studying, but you were already making your way over to her.

“My poor girlfriend who’s always so neglected.”

You said dramatically to tease her when you stood in front of her, before planting kisses all over her face. Sooyoung laughed loudly and pulled you on the couch to wrap her arms around you.

“Ok how about we go out and grab a bite; just an hour, nothing too fancy. And later I’ll help you with your assignment to make up for the lost time?”

Sooyoung proposed because she was really craving some time with you right now but didn’t want to be a bad influence either.

“That sounds like a great plan.”

You smiled and Sooyoung squealed in joy.

Sticking to her promise, she only changed into some casual clothes and took you to a small restaurant down the street. Although you protested, Sooyoung ordered all of your favorite plates and paid for all of it in the end. Of course, the dinner mainly happened because of selfish reasons, but she still wanted you to be completely relaxed and get a clear head again. Therefore, she banned any conversation about your assignment and just tried to create a pleasant evening for the two of you.

As soon as you returned to the apartment though, Sooyoung also stuck to her second promise. She let you go back to work and helped you as best as possible. Now, however, she didn’t mind anymore. She was able to spend some quality time with you. That was all that mattered.

Yeri

Yeri looked at you worriedly. You had been assigned to write a paper with a group, but your partners weren’t reliable, so you had to do all of the work on your own. But a lot of things hadn’t gone as planned and now the deadline was rushing closer at a rapid pace and you weren’t even halfway done with the paper. You had lost sleep because of it and Yeri hated to see you like this. You rushed from your classes to work and as soon as you came home, you started writing. She felt helpless. She wished, she could help you, but she didn’t go to college herself and had no idea what the paper was even about.

Like every day in the past weeks, you were sitting on her bed while typing away on your laptop and Yeri watched you with her heart feeling heavy. You stretched your neck and twisted your face in pain. There needed to be something, she could do.

“Babe...”

She said softly while rising from her seat and walking over to you. Your tired eyes snapped up from the screen and followed her.

“Don’t you think it’s time for a break?”

You instantly shook your head.

“No, I’m still running behind in my schedule.”

“How about you make a new schedule? I still have to prepare some stuff for Yeri Bang. We could work together and every two hours or so we take a break and do something to treat ourselves?”

Yeri proposed and sat down in front of you. You looked at her skeptically, but when she put one of your hands up and kissed your knuckles softly while giving you puppy dog eyes, you sighed in defeat.

“Fine, I guess overworking myself won’t be of any use either.”

You gave in, causing Yeri to tackle you into a hug.

“You’ll be done in no time.”

She smiled before climbing off you and giving you space to work again.

For an hour, you kept working on your paper while Yeri went through the script of the next episode of her reality show. Then, however, the timer that she had set, went off and she leaped to her feet.

“Time’s up! I think, it’s time for ice cream now!”

Yeri grinned and your face actually lit up, causing her to be even happier.

Uncomplainingly you followed her into the kitchen, where she started to fetch all the ingredients.

“Welcome to Yeri’s kitchen! The actual happiest place on earth where all your dreams come true!”

She exclaimed exaggeratedly cheerful, causing you to laugh.

You watched her as she prepared a huge sundae for the two of you with strawberries, whipped cream, cookies and chocolate sauce.

“Easy! Don’t you think that’s enough chocolate?”

Your eyes widened when you saw that Yeri didn’t stop drizzling sauce over the ice cream until it looked like a chocolate fountain.

“You need some serotonin, baby.”

She winked, causing you to shake your head in disbelief.

Together you cuddled up on the couch and devoured the ice cream while forgetting all about the work that both of you needed to do.

“And what will we eat during the next break?”

You asked eventually with a grin and Yeri was quick to answer.

“Pizza!”

She yelled, but you looked at her critically.

“Only if I can choose the toppings. I’m scared of what you will choose.”

You motioned to the sundae and Yeri smirked mischievously.

She wouldn’t leave anything untried to lift your mood.

[solarcali]

hi there!! me again hehe. i rly enjoyed my last compatibility ships so i’m here to request 2 more <3

if i could please have another simple ship, this time with ateez and red velvet, that would be wonderful. i’m attaching my details below again. tysm in advance!! 💖

Hi again!!! 🌸🌺🌼🌻

In Red Velvet I ship you with Irene!

Her Aries Sun trines your Sagittarius Moon exactly, so you two are natural partners. The way she expresses herself, with strenght, combativity, independence matches the fire of the way you feel internally. You both need passion and activity, to pursue a goal. You would help her grow, give her impulsive Aries energy direction in life. Both Aries and Sagittarius tell it like it is, can be a bit blunt even, 😅 and both are fun-loving and competitive signs.

Her Aries Sun falls in your 9th house and near your Midheaven, which would please your Sagittarius Moon as the 9th house is associated with Sagittarius, it is the area of higher education, philosophy, travels, so she would expand your horizons, and she would also have a positive impact on your image since the Midheaven/10th house

Your Sun and Venus are in your 6th house, ruled by Virgo, matching her Virgo Moon. You are both hard-working, detail-oriented people, you may need to follow a routine. You may both be health conscious. You would function well together on a daily basis and enjoy simple things like cooking together, working out together...etc.

Especially because you also have compatible Venus, yours in Capricorn hers in Taurus. And your Venus is conjunct your Sun, making you more Venusian, like her, since her Venus is at home in Taurus. So you both have a strong sensuality, you would enjoy nature, good food, shopping, massages, nice clothes...etc. She would help you enjoy life in a more hedonistic way, while you would help her be more enterprising. You have a similar love language, you both value trust, loyalty and actual material results. So you would be able to rely on each other, and you could achieve a lot together.

Her Virgo Moon trines your Capricorn Sun and Venus. This is great because because you have a double Sun-Moon trine so the energy flows both ways. You would both be protective and nurturing towards each other. She would be reassured by your steadiness and maturity, she would feel really beloved and accepted with your Venus in the mix. Moon-Venus positive aspects makes Venus appreciate all qualities of the Moon person and tolerate their flaws as well. You would like her discretion, her perfectionism, her sharp and logical mind.

With her Venus and Moon and your Sun and Venus, you have a grand earth trine in your synastry, all earth signs (Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn) are represented by either her planets or yours, creating a very stable, long-lasting energy in that relationship, and definitely a good indicator for manifestation.

Her Aries Mercury makes a sextile to your Aquarius Mercury, a good aspect. Communication would be interesting. You would appreciate her ability to understand things quickly and her honesty. She would be able to see things from a different perspective and open her mind a little more with you.

With her Aries planets, your Sagittarius Moon and her Leo Jupiter, you also have a grand fire trine, so there is a very strong and passionate bond betwen you two, a lot of ambition but also joy, fun and enthusiasm.

Her Gemini Mars falls just at the cusp of your 12th house, even if it is in your 11th house, when it 's close to the cusp, we can consider it in the next house too. So it matches the energy of your Aquarius Mercury and especially your Pisces Mars (as the 11th and 12th house rule Aquarius and Pisces respectively). Mars rules her Sun so it's a key planet for her. And in Gemini you have the ruler of your 7th house of relationships, Saturn, as well as your North Node, which would make you very drawn to her. Saturn is ruled by Capricorn, so this contact would satisfy the desires of your Capricorn Sun, Venus and 7th house, making you two act responsibly in the relationship, with devotion, and it would make the relationship last. The North Node would tighten the bond between you two and give it a fated quality.

The square between your Pisces Mars and her Gemini Mars could create some tension and clashes though, it could be a bit volatile but it could also generate a very dynamic energy that you could channel into a project or anything that you'd want to achieve together. It has the potential to make you an even more powerful combination.

Your Mars opposes her Moon which creates a strong attraction, both physical and emotional, it enhances passion and bring a lot of chemistry between you two. You would bond pretty quickly.

Irene has her Juno, the asteroid of marriage and devotion, and North Node in Capricorn, with your Sun and Venus, so she would really see you as an admirable person, a role model, someone of value would can help her fulfill her purpose and who she could be devoted to. 😊

Definitely a power couple, there would be a lot of passion and a lot of devotion and trust. 😊

Seulgi would be a pretty choice too. 💜💖💛

In Ateez, I ship you with Yunho!

So it was so hard to pick one.

He 's pretty similar to Irene.

An Aries Sun like her, he also has his Jupiter conjunct his Sun. And it all falls in your 9th house, which would give him an energy pretty similar to your Sagittarius Moon (Jupiter and the 9th house are associated with Sagittarius). He would be someone you can learn from, he has a more optimistic and philosophical side, a broader mind than a typical Aries Sun. And he would share that knowledge with you. He would bring a lot of positivity in your life. His Sun is in his 5th house, the house of fun, creativity, romance, just like your Moon, so the connection would be really exciting and romantic and you would have a lot of fun together and enjoy a lot of activities, you could enjoy sports, are going out, dancing, the outdoors, or simply to party 😊, you could travel a lot as well.

His 7th house falls in Taurus, with its ruler Venus in his 6th house and conjunct Saturn. Saturn rules Capricorn and your Sun and Venus are in your 6th house, so you are his type. His Taurus Venus trines your Capricorn Sun and Venus, so you would enjoy each other company.

His Gemini Moon is with your North Node and Saturn, the ruler of your 7th house. Again this shows a strong attraction, more emotional while with Irene it was more physical since her Mars was in Gemini. And the bond would be very tight. His Moon opposes yours, you would help him be more focused and help him use his intellect for a cause. Especially since his Moon also trines your Aquarius Mercury, so he would be inspired and stimulated by your innovative and socially conscious mind.

His Gemini Moon is ruled by his Pisces Mercury, which is conjunct your Mars. So as an Aries Sun he would enjoy that contact, Aries is ruled by Mars, so discussions would be passionate and stimulating. You would have a lot of philosophical debates!

Your Moon falls in his first house matching the energy of his Aries Sun, as Aries rules the 1st house, of the self, so you would be very caring and and supportive with him, and your Sun and Venus fall in his second house, fitting the expectations of his Taurus 7th house and Venus, putting a lot of emphasis on pleasure, sensuality and material comfort in the relationship.

His Scorpio Mars in his 12th house matches the energy of your Pisces Mars by element and house. You both have a tendency to act in a secretive and intuitive manner. He can be fighting for a cause of for others, which your altruistic Pisces Mars can relate to.

His Chiron is conjunct your Moon, giving a healing potential for this connection. The bond would be intense and transformative as his Pluto is there too. It would have a very strong impact on him as it falls in his 1st house.

Other good matches for you would be Hongjoong, Mingi and possibly Wooyoung.

So here you go, I hope you like it!!! 💖💖💖

[twiceblackvelvet]

Tipsy

pt. i. pt. ii. pt. iii.

April 2nd, 2022. 22:31 PM. Seoul.

Apart from being aesthetically pleasing for photography, high-rise balconies with nothing but the night sky and light breeze for the company have always been a place of peace for Yeri. Somewhere to gather all of her thoughts and contemplate her next move, whatever that may be. Several times throughout her career, she’s stood atop a balcony, looked out over the landscape surrounding her, and tried to put everything around her into perspective. The view alone is a big part of why she bought this apartment for herself after it became clear she couldn’t stay with her parents any longer. That and it’s close to the studio where most of her time is spent nowadays.

The wine glass placed on the table beside her has been empty for the past hour, not that it matters. The bitter taste still lingers heavily on her lips as if she’d only just gulped it down. An empty bottle sits discarded on the kitchen counter of her apartment. As of late, those bottles have been piling up more and more to where her mother has grown concerned with the amount of alcohol she’s been consuming whenever she calls over to check on her. However, if it helps with getting a good night’s rest and blocks out the lingering thoughts of self-doubt that threaten to turn her into an insomniac, that’s all that matters.

Falling asleep as the sun rises used to be perfectly fine when there were several managers around and people to make sure she was on-time to different events no matter what. But, she no longer has that luxury with just one manager who barely even checks in with her anymore. A lot has changed in the last few months since the split of Red Velvet, and yet, Yeri still feels like compared to her other former members, she has achieved nothing at all. 

Joohyun has turned herself into a Mother Teresa type for plants the last she heard and is enjoying the simple life. Joy is acting again and appearing on billboards throughout the city for some cosmetic brand that is likely paying her way too much. Wendy has begun the process of kick-starting her career in America, which will no doubt end up being a success. Seulgi, well, she’s probably the only one of the group who truly understands how lost Yeri feels, but even she is preparing to debut solo. 

Whilst everyone moves forward, she can’t help but feel stuck in place. Despite the leap outside of her comfort zone after leaving SM, the creative freedom she so desperately was seeking for years is not the kind she assumed she’d have once becoming a producer and songwriter for an exciting independent label. 

“The artists don’t believe a former girl-group member with such little experience can give them the hit song their career desperately needs.” The words float through her mind once more. A constant alarm within her that triggers a deep sense of hopelessness whenever they appear in her thoughts.

A harsher breeze blows her flowing hair across her face, blocking her from pondering on the darkness inside of her head for too long. Probably for the best. It never ends well when she lets her insecurities get the better of her. The cold air sends a shiver down her spine and threatens to infiltrate her body with the flu if she doesn’t step back into the warmth of her home soon, which she does immediately. 

Like usual, her hands drift back to the empty wine bottle, sullen to find the contents missing but mentally refusing to believe that she is the one who has consumed it entirely. Light background noise stemming from the television is the only sound audible once the doors to the balcony are closed. A re-run of a drama that Yeri has tried to binge-watch three times now, every time her intoxicated brain has prevented her from picking up on the storyline. 

Her back pocket on her jeans holding her phone which is vibrating through the material. Someone is calling. Twisting her arm to grab it, her fingers almost lose their grip and drop the device which would no doubt have smashed it against the hard flooring. However, she catches it before disaster strikes and answers the call all in one motion.

Had she gotten the chance to check who it was that was on the other end of the line, she may not have wished to speak to them. But no, she has no choice. She heaves a deep sigh before putting the phone to her ear, immediately regretting how close she pressed it against her head.

“Hey! Yeri! Hello? Are you there?”

“Wendy. I’m here. You don’t need to shout, you know?”

A short laugh can be barely heard before Wendy once again bursts Yeri’s eardrums.

“I’m not shouting! There’s just an echo in my bedroom. Anyway, that’s not important, I have something to tell you!”

“If this is about the place that sells muffins that are also doughnuts again, I don’t want to hear it. I know they’re the best thing you’ve ever had but if I can’t taste them then what’s the point in telling me about it?” Yeri fires back. In Wendy’s words “heavenly food mash-ups that get the Seungwan approval,” is frankly wearing her patience thin.

“No, silly! I just woke up, I haven’t eaten yet, but I got some good news. Are you ready for it?”

“I’m practically on the edge of my seat.” 

That’s the first honest thing Yeri has said to Wendy in weeks during these phone calls that have become a bit of a habit. Her tipsy state has made sitting like a normal human being relatively difficult, it seems. 

“Well, prepare to be blown off it. The label finally got back to me about including the song you wrote for me on my album, they want it to be a bonus track, isn’t that amazing?” 

It takes Yeri a moment to recall what Wendy is talking about. The closest her hands have gotten to completing a full song lately was a poem she wrote on a napkin whilst out for breakfast with a mean hangover. However, it suddenly clicks when Wendy hums the melody, and Yeri realizes she has made a big, huge, major error. 

“Wait, Wendy. You can’t use that song! I don’t want it on your album!” She practically screeches and this time it’s Wendy’s turn to feel a sharp pain in her ears.

“Why? You were so proud of it and you know I love it too, I’ve already recorded and submitted it, I’m not sure they’ll let me take it back now.”

A throbbing sensation settles itself dead center in Yeri’s forehead. There’s absolutely no way of getting out of this one alive. Either Wendy will kill her, or… even worse…

“It’s fine, ignore me. It’s your song Wendy, I’m sure the album will be amazing but I really need to go.” 

Without waiting for Wendy to tell her goodbye, Yeri has already hung up on her and is quickly scrambling to find the right contact hoping to be able to stop what could be a disaster waiting to blow up. The phone rings for several moments before finally a robotic voice reads the age-old script of “this number is unavailable, please try again later.”

For the next thirty minutes, Yeri calls and calls, desperately hoping that on at least one of these occasions she’ll finally hear anything other than a dead end. Pacing the floor of her apartment, she deeply regrets drinking all of her wine earlier. A nice glug would go down well right now to stop her entire body from shaking. 

Just as she’s about to give up and try to sleep this awful situation away, her phone finally rings and there in bold letters lies the person she’s been aiming to speak to. Seulgi.

“Hey, Yeri. I have a bunch of missed calls, what’s going on? Are you okay?” 

The sincere, worried tone to Seulgi’s voice only makes Yeri feel even worse about what she’s about to request of the person she’s been relying on heavily these last few months to help her through the slump she’s fallen into.

“Hey, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, about all the calls I just really need a favor from you.” 

“You called me 216 times for a favor?”

Yeri pulls her phone away to check the number for herself, shocked that it’s even possible to call someone that amount of times in such a short period. But there it is, clear as day. 

“Um… Yeah. It’s kind of important, you see.” 

It isn’t. It’s just a stupid mistake that’s all her fault that she now needs to hope Seulgi will bail her out of without her finding out the real reason behind her request.

“Okay, what’s up? You’re worrying me, kid.” 

“Well, you know Beautiful Love Lost.” 

“Oh, yeah, I was just listening to the final version, funnily enough. The company loves it I even heard some people talking about how they regret letting you go.” 

Things could not get any worse, Yeri thinks.

“Well, I need you to delete it, please.” 

Silence is all that follows her words for a few seconds until finally Seulgi releases a deep exhale. 

“Look, Yeri. I know you’ve been kind of down lately with things not working out at the label. But once this gets released, they’ll see that you’re the most talented person they have there. I promise you, you don’t need to doubt yourself.”

Things did get worse. 

“It’s not that, I just think it’s too personal, I don’t want you to release it.” A lie, the biggest lie she’s ever told to Seulgi.

“I don’t understand… You were happy for me to have this and now… you’re not?”

“Yes, exactly. Now I’m not. I don’t want people to read too much into it and think they know me.” 

She doesn’t speak, but Yeri can tell that Seulgi is taking in everything she’s saying to her and trying her best to digest it all. Even to her own ears, the words don’t quite make sense, nor do they feel truthful. Seulgi has always had a way of reading between the lines and Yeri knows she’s doing exactly that now, she knows that Seulgi knows this isn’t the real reason she doesn’t want her to release the song. However, she surprisingly doesn’t question it.

“Fine, I won’t use it. But you owe me another song and fast. The album is due out on the 16th but I have four more days to resubmit anything I’m not happy with.” 

“Yes. You know you’re my favorite person, right Seul?”

“Sure kid,” The doubt clear in her tone. “But I mean it. Four days or I can’t do anything for you. I’ll have to use one of the SM producer’s songs.”

“I will, I promise.” 

They say their goodbyes to one another with Yeri breathing a deep sigh of relief she had been holding during the entire call. However, the anxiety rises in her chest once more with the realization that Seulgi, despite her stubbornness on the subject of Wendy, will probably listen to her solo project even if it’s just to be overly and falsely critical. 

Her mind goes into overdrive with worry about just how Seulgi will react. Will she bring her death slowly? Or will she simply ignore her existence as she has done with the rest of their former members? 

Before the fear consumes her completely, however, several messages from Wendy appear in the notification bar of her phone. 

00:13 AM  [Wendy]

It’s fine Yeri, I won’t use the song if you don’t want me to. I know this is personal for you.

I hope you release it one day instead. I miss hearing you sing. 

Don’t forget though, the album is out on the 15th. You better listen to it!

The only feeling Yeri is capable of at this moment is relief, however, had she took the chance to pay attention to what Wendy had said, she’d realize that another disaster was still steaming ahead on two different tracks ready to collide on the same day as each other for her two friends.

pt.v

[slutforemunson]

Red Velvet - Lotto (EXO - Mafia!AU)

Heyyy so it's been a year- and therefore this'll be some kind of try out for me. So, you'll get more information about Red Velvet. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: since I won't be having a summer vacation, I'll still have work to do for college, so I'm not 100% sure if I'll have time. Also, this prb won't be my best writing, since I haven't written something in over a year...this is just something to get back in the game hahaha

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Red Velvet. They were the first girl gang in town, and they were known for saving women out of nasty situations. The five girls started out as escorts, who you won't consider important people. Unlike most escorts, they got out and formed a gang. They started saving women from the streets, causing more girls to form gangs. Still, they kept most control and other girl gangs would inform them if something threatened their position.

Irene, Wendy, Seulgi, Joy & Yeri. These were the names of the members, who saved women on a daily basis.

It all started 5 years ago...

Irene's P.O.V.

This was one of those dreadful nights. I was sitting on the lap of an old guy, who smelled like cigars. He ignores me while he talks business with some other guys, one of them is Suho. He's the leader of a growing gang in this city, namely EXO. They were running this shit show and I was just another pawn in their game. The guy who had me in his lap was an important business partner of EXO. His son, Kiyoung, was a regular of the club. Recently EXO introduced a new concept in The Black Pearl, called Lotto. It's a kind of lottery with the price, one night with one of us. The guy squeezed my hip a bit and I saw Suho's expression change. ''Irene, leave us. We have some important matters we need to discuss, without an escort eavesdropping on us.'' He said with a straight face, before taking a sip from his whiskey. I left the old man without a second thought and continued roaming the room, hoping to make some money off another guy.

Wendy's P.O.V.

His lips once again brushed against my neck, before I snapped back to reality, ''Chanyeol, we gotta stop doing this.'' I said and pushed against his chest. ''But you enjoy it, don't you?'' he smirked and for once second, I forgot about what was at stake, my life. 'I love you too, Yeollie, but you know this won't end well for me. When they find out about us --- and they will ---, they'll have me killed. Just like when they found out about Jeongyeon and Kris. Suho will think I know too much and kill me without a second thought.'' I sighed and looked down. Chanyeol put a finger under my chin and made me look at him, ''You know I won't let that happen, I love you.'' he said, desperately wanting me to stay with him. ''I know you think that, but in the end, EXO is your family and they'll always come first. Besides that, I'm just a nobody to them, so they won't even care.'' I said, getting fed up and pushing him away.

''Good night, Chanyeol. Please contact me, when you've made your mind up about us.'' I walked away from him without looking behind me, ''Wendy, wait!'' he said, running after me. He grabbed me by my arm and turned me around, ''You know damn well what I want. I want you, and I don't fucking care about their opinions. I love you and no one will come in between us. I know EXO is my family, but they'll just have to accept that I see you as more than a one-nightstand.'' He placed his hand softly on my cheek and placed his lips against my lips.

''I've actually had this idea for some time now,'' he began, and I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. ''How would you feel about getting out of this business and joining EXO? I mean you would do Suho a favor since you're always fighting the customers'' he chuckled. I gaped at him, not knowing what to say. Joining an only-guys gang didn't seem ideal for me as a woman. ''I don't know, Yeollie, I mean I would leave all the girls behind me. I wouldn't want to betray them or leave them behind.'' I said, hoping that he would say they could tag along. ''I know you grew accustomed to these girls, but in the end, they would drop you as well if they got a chance like this.'' I looked at him shocked. I couldn't believe that he would actually say something like that. ''How dare you, say something like that? These girls always had my back, since the beginning. They're MY family.'' I said angrily, for he offended me and my girls. ''I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that I know you girls care about each other a lot,'' he said and turned away from me. ''but just think about my offer, please. I'll drive by with Chen tonight. It would mean the world for me if you left with us.'' he said and walked away, leaving me with my own thoughts.

Later that night...

I entered our room, with my head in the clouds. Chanyeol was picking me up tonight. I would finally leave this life. I'll miss the girls thought, so I'm still not totally sure if I'll take him up on his offer. Sure, living with him would be a dream for me, and I won't have to take shit from perverts anymore. Still, leaving the girls behind doesn't sit right with me. ''What happened to you, something with Chanyeol?'' Lisa asked me, while she was brushing Jennie's hair. I hummed before falling on my bed, sighing dreamily. I rolled onto my stomach and rested my head in my hands. ''He's such a gentleman. Total boyfriend material.'' I said, thinking about all of his handsome futures. ''Besides that, he's in a gang.'' Lisa joked. ''I don't have a dream job either.'' I sighed and rolled back on my back. I could get out of this job today if I just left all of this behind. ''I better get some sleep; we're meeting again after work tomorrow. He has planned a romantic night.'' I lied, knowing damn well I would be leaving tonight. Yes, I had made my mind up. I love the girls, but this time I had to choose for my future. And I couldn't think about a future without Chanyeol in it. Lisa whistled, thinking I would get some on a date. I turned around sadly, for I would leave them all behind.

When we were all asleep, we heard a ticking noise against the window, before something broke the window. Jennie screamed before Tiffany told her to shut up since Ji Won would punish us for making too much noise. Tiffany and Taeyeon headed to the broken window. ''Sorry.'' I heard someone whisper, and I knew that Chanyeol and Chen had arrived. Lisa walked toward the window as well, ''Mina and Wendy, Chen and Chanyeol are here!'' she said excitedly. Mina and Chen were a couple as well. We were the only ones who knew about it, for it could mean death. We both headed to the window, ''Hey baby.'' Chanyeol greeted me. ''Hey love.'' Chen greeted his girlfriend. We both got rosy cheeks and the girls laughed quietly. ''We're here to pick you up, Wendy, as we had agreed.'' my boyfriend said, and the girls began to question me confused.

''Wait you're leaving us?'' ''Why didn't you tell us about this?'' ''Couldn't you trust us?''

That last one hurt the most, ''Yeah, I know, but this is a chance I need to take. I didn't know about this either until today. I was still contemplating it actually, but I have to do this. I want to start a future with him, I love him.'' I teared up. ''We understand, honey, but you should've let us know.'' Tiffany said and gave me a hug. ''I know, I'm sorry.'' I looked down embarrassed. ''Don't be. If you think this is right, you have to go for it. We'll be fine, and if you'll be working for EXO, we'll probably see you at The Black Pearl.'' Taeyeon said. ''Now go pack your bags, before they change their minds!'' Momo said, excited for me. I quickly packed my bags and quietly left the building.

''Don't worry, love. I'll come back for you'' I heard Chen say to Mina, who was staring sadly out of the window.

He never went back for her...

5 years later...

We came back to our headquarters, after another successful mission. ''My back is killing me; I'll be in the shower if anyone is looking for me.'' Seulgi said and walked away. Irene and I went to our office, where we checked for more cases. ''Please tell me, you're giving us the night off.'' Yeri whined for she was tired as well. ''Men won't give women some time off from assault, so why would we give them some time off?'' Irene said strictly and Yeri kept quiet, knowing Irene wasn't to be messed with. Our leader was a calm but terrifying woman if you got in her way.

''Yeri, why don't you sharpen our weapons with Sooyoung, we'll check for more cases.'' Yeri sighed a little annoyed but left anyway to find the other member. ''Little brat has to know her place, having an attitude like that.'' Irene said while she was looking through some files. ''Irene, is something bothering you?'' I asked confused. ''Just another man annoying me, nothing new. Don't worry about it.'' she said, hoping that I would move on. ''Na-ah, who is bothering our poker face queen?'' I joked and she smiled slightly. ''It's someone from EXO- '' she began, ''So it's Suho.'' I interrupted her smiling, right before I sat down on the big wooden desk. ''Yeah, it's Suho. When I worked at The Black Pearl, he always acted weird around me. Recently we had a meeting with them, and he acted weird and cold once again. They were bragging about Suho's one-nightstands, which he never does. I just don't get it- '' she started to rant, ''Wait, you really like Suho, huh?'' I smiled. ''I don't know. I damn well know I don't need a man, but if I would spend my life with one, I might as well make a good choice.'' She said, making me laugh. Irene, the woman who fights men on a daily basis, is gushing about one. ''You know, it doesn't matter. It's not important. Why don't you check up on the basement? Check if everything is still in order. I left her with her own thoughts and headed for the basement.

I heard faint screams, coming down from the basement. I went down the spiral stairs which led me to our basement, which we used as a dungeon. As I got downstairs, the screams became louder, for we used this dungeon for all the women we trapped.

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[liannyeong]

i was enchanted to meet you

Summary: “the lingering question kept me up. two a.m., who do you love?”

[part 1 || part 2]

Word count: 5618

Pairing: Jaebum X OC

Warning(s): angst

A/N: i think i worked on this fic for 2 months.... i apologize if there are still loopholes... i tried my best... this was inspired by the vow. title and summary is from taylor swift’s enchanted :) the second part is scheduled to be up in a week’s time!

late september 2017.

in a strange turn of events, jaein befriends an amnesiac man. living in the outskirts of ilsan, the town doesn't usually have visitors. imagine her surprise when she opened the cat cafe on one sunday morning, an unfamiliar man at the front door. god knows how long he had been camping outside the shop. youngjae -- jaein's twin brother and the better samaritan -- pitied the man and offered him a shelter and a temporary job. jaein learnt that the man doesn't remember anything except for his name: im jaebum. he doesn't have an address to go home to nor any personal identification on him to help with his memories.

contrary to her initial objection to taking jaebum in, she ends up helping the man. she teaches him the ways around the cafe: the recipe for each drink and the cakes, the way to handle each cat, maintenance of the cafe and so on. to her pleasant surprise, jaebum is a lively person and a hardworker. he serves the customers well, always smiling. though jaein will never admit to her brother, she finds jaebum adorable whenever he feeds the cats. he talks to them as if they were children, pouts whenever they don't respond to him. even the most stubborn cat warms up to him in record time!

so easily, jaebum becomes a new member of the yoo family.

the twins make room for the new occupant in the apartment just above the cat cafe. jaebum doesn't mind the small room; he is thankful to have a place to stay and work as he works on remembering his past. but nothing seems to work. nevertheless, they're all patient. and jaein hopes that nothing would change if he ever retrieves his memories.

especially on moments like this, which they only share between themselves and none with the world. it has become a routine whereby jaebum would help jaein with the dishes. soft music playing in the background, the songs from jaein's personal playlist mostly comprise of acoustics and ballads. they've done this so often that jaebum knows the melodies well, humming along as they work side by side, wiping the utensils dry.

but tonight, with a devious plan in mind, jaein passes jaebum the last utensil. then she washes her hands before quickly raising them to face level. she spreads her fingers wide, sprinkling water at jaebum. the man flinches, surprised. jaein has an apology ready on her tongue but before she can even say it, jaebum scoops a handful of water then splashes at the female.

she stands still, in horror, face wet, the water dripping onto her shirt. jaebum's laughter dies. he leans forward, peering at jaein's face. there's guilt in his eyes, mouth softly uttering an apology. the man brings a paper towel to her face, gently patting her dry. jaein could only stare at him, mesmerized with the way he's so close. he seems so engrossed with wiping her face, doesn't seem to notice her gaze. but when his eyes meet hers, like a deer caught in headlights, she quickly looks away, embarrassed.

"well, um-- thanks and uh-- goodnight," she mumbles. but before she can even move away, jaebum has a gentle hold on her elbow, the other hand tipping her chin up. he looks concerned.

"your face is red," he comments.

"i, uhh--"

"how cute," he says, a smile on the corner of his lips. jaein swallows, trying so hard not to combust into flames. but jaebum just had to say, "you're cute."

the female flounders, and she swears her face probably turned a darker shade of red with the way her cheeks burn. but she notices that jaebum shares the same expression, the tips of his ears red.

"i have been thinking," he starts, voice soft as if he's about to tell a secret. jaebum has let go of her chin, his fingers trailing down her wrist, until his little finger coils around hers. "it doesn't matter what my past is," jaebum says. "i want you in my present and future."

then he fully interlaces their fingers, pressing their palms together. he's a step closer now, breathing the same air.

"then don't forget me when you recover your memories."

"i will never." jaebum smiles, eye crescents and pearl white teeth blinding to her. he only needed to lean slightly forward before their foreheads touch, noses colliding. she can feel his breath ghosting on her skin but neither of them closes the gap. they revel in the moment just like this.

jaebum came into the twins' life. like a meteorite crashing onto earth, jaein thinks. unprecedented, but with it, comes materials the earth require to blossom. she didn't expect to find love in an unknown amnesiac man. but she supposes that's how sudden love can appear.

and like a meteorite, jaebum leaves a burnt imprint in jaein's life.

---

late may 2018.

months after their relationship became serious, jaebum's past worms its way back into their life. a man deemed to be a close friend of jaebum -- a kindergarten teacher named jinyoung -- barges into the cat cafe, an index finger pointing at jaebum, yelling his name. thankfully, the cafe had just closed, the scene not witnessed by any customers.

"how can you not know me?" the man shrieks, pressing his palm onto his chest. "it's me! jinyoung, your best friend!" jaein thinks the guy looks mad: his face pale, in plain disbelief that his friend doesn't recognize him.

youngjae comes to the rescue, calmly mediating the situation. the man called jinyoung seems to grow paler after learning about jaebum's condition. he's seated on the table, elbows on the wooden surface, head buried into his hands, fingers pulling the strands of his hair. his prim and proper appearance is now ruined.

"this can't be possible... how could--" jinyoung mutters to himself. then he snaps his head up, staring straight at his friend. he starts spitting out random information about jaebum that no one knows and jaebum certainly cannot remember. "-- you have two moles right about your left eye! you're a photographer under the pseudo name of jayb!"

jaein and youngjae share a look before searching that name up on their phones. the website displays a portrait of a man's silhouette. the man is facing sideways, his hair long enough to touch his shoulders, half-tied up messily. though it's all dark and jaebum has a much shorter hair length, there is no mistaking the sharpness of his jawline.

jaebum looks up from where he was peering at jaein's phone over her shoulder. "we're really... friends?" he asks jinyoung, uncertain.

the man nods. he has a calmer demeanor now, eyes soft and warm as he gazes at jaebum. "best friends, of 10 years," he emphasizes. "i would recognize you everywhere, without doubt."

"then..." jaebum says, "what happened to me?"

jinyoung shakes his head solemnly. "everything was normal until you didn't respond to my texts. the next thing i knew, you were nowhere to be found and everyone panicked--"

jinyoung abruptly sits up. "seulgi."

"who?"

"you don't-- oh my god," the man exhales in disbelief. "seulgi, your fiancee."

that piece of information is enough to have jaein's heart drop. jaebum is taken? as if reading her mind, jaebum glances at her, wearing a guilty expression. jaein didn't hide her disappointment well.

"oh my god," jinyoung breathes. jaein snaps her attention back at the man. he's rubbing his hand over his face, in distraught. then he darts his glance between jaebum and jaein. "i'm sorry... but yes, jaebum is attached." jinyoung lets out a breath, as if he is going to say something heavy. he speaks again, but directing to jaebum only, "your wedding was supposed to be in october. but you went missing two weeks before. it was a mess. everyone was searching for you all around town but god-- how the hell did you end up here, in ilsan?"

"i don't know either..." jaebum mutters.

"you live in seoul," jinyoung informs. "about an hour's drive from here. i can bring you there, if you like."

at that suggestion, jaebum looks at jaein expectantly. there's a kind of pleading in his eyes, but at the same time, he doesn't want to go anywhere without jaein's permission.

she steps closer, places a hand on his elbow. she couldn't form words in her mouth. she knows how much jaebum wants to find himself, and jaein herself wants jaebum to get the answers too. but there's a risk jaein has to take -- if she is willing to take. now informed about jaebum's relationship status, jaein is reluctant to let him go. she's not sure if she can bear jaebum leaving her.

jaebum brings her hands together, encompassing it within his bigger ones. he looks down at them, his thumbs rubbing circles onto the back of her hands. even he doesn't dare to bring up the topic. jaebum has mentioned before that he's afraid of what he'll find in his past. and jaein had assured him that it would all be fine. that it would all work out in the end.

so she says, "come home soon."

when jaebum looks at her with a concerned expression, jaein gives him a reassuring smile and a nod of encouragement. the man before her raises their hands, brushes his lips across her knuckles, then plants a kiss onto them, eyes closed. when he pulls away, he keeps his lips close, breath fanning across the skin. his eyes meet hers, warm and sincere. "wait for me."

neither wanted to part until there's a cough in the room. jaebum loosens their hands but pulls her into a hug. so many uncertainties, but like this, right now, jaein can feel his heart. she can hear the beating of his heart, the warmth of his embrace. she can feel a flow of emotions between them.

but in the next moment, jaebum pulls away, taking everything with him. jaein tries not to think too much into it watching the way jaebum crushes youngjae into a hug and then bidding goodbye to the cats. jaein doesn't look away once, eyes always on the man as he gets into the car. even after the car has set off and long gone out of sight. youngjae squeezes her shoulder to comfort her.

but jaein wonders why her heart feels much heavier than before.

---

early june 2018.

in the first week, jaebum would update jaein frequently. he would send her photos of his apartment, the food he eats, the scenery. he would include captions that are so romantic that jaein cannot help but miss him more each day.

but slowly, his texts change from frequent to few, then to occasional.

jaein reckons jaebum has been busy with settling his old life and gaining back his old connections. he probably needs time to process everything. it must have been hard for him, jaein thinks. but what if... no, she shakes her head. she counters any unnecessary worry in her mind. overthinking isn't the way; not when there's no evidence to support. besides, she trusts jaebum. he promised he would come back. and she promised to wait.

yet she misses him so much that she yearns to see him in person. to hear his voice again. and with jaebum so busy to reply her texts, she thinks it wouldn't be a bad idea to surprise him at his door. she drags youngjae along, even though her brother was reluctant to leave the cafe closed for a few days. in the end, he gave in and they took the train to seoul.

now standing in front of jaebum's apartment, jaein feels nervous. she keeps checking again and again -- the unit number of the apartment in front of them -- worried that she might be wrong. she takes a deep breath before pressing the doorbell. her heart beats faster with each second, and it pounds even harder when she hears the click of the door.

when jaebum opens the door, a surge of emotions flows through jaein's veins. jaebum's eyebrows raised up high, his mouth agape. the female throws herself onto the him, basking in the familiar warmth and scent of him. too engrossed to notice the way his hold is looser than usual.

"i've missed you," jaein murmurs into the crook of jaebum's neck. she doesn't even realize that she teared up, if not for the sudden wetness against her skin.

"you didn't tell me you were coming," jaebum sputters when they finally pull away, though jaein doesn't remove her arms around his neck.

"we didn't," jaein replies, smile not faltering, "we wanted to surprise you!"

jaebum blinks, glancing over at youngjae who only returns a smile. jaein cups the man's face, missing the feeling of his face beneath her hands. she tiptoes, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. she closes her eyes, revels in the physical touch with the man she loves. oh, how much she misses him.

"jaebum? who's at the door?" a female voice comes from inside the apartment. jaein snaps her eyes open. a woman appears at the door frame, eyes slit like a snake, gaze piercing. long hair tied in a ponytail, she's dressed in probably the most expensive fashion brand. her eyes flit over jaein's arms around jaebum. the man immediately untangles himself and clears his throat.

"um-- jaein, youngjae, this is seulgi," jaebum introduces. "seulgi, this is jaein and youngjae."

jaein freezes. seulgi? the seulgi who was jaebum's fiancee? in his apartment? what? jaein's mind starts whirling.

"oh, the twins from ilsan?" seulgi recalls. then she flashes a smile which makes jaein shiver. she directs the next sentence to jaebum. "you didn't tell me they were coming!"

"neither did i," jaebum replies, "it's a surprise visit."

seulgi nods slowly. something about her expression makes jaein feel uncomfortable. the woman turns her attention back to the twins.

"well, come on in! we wouldn't want our dear guests to be standing at the door all the time, right?" she lets out a chuckle as she leads the way in.

jaein doesn't budge immediately. her mind keeps replaying the scene, and it's not helping that she's starting to second guess everything. it's nice that seulgi is inviting but... why does it seem like it's her house instead of jaebum's? and her gaze when jaein had her arms around jaebum... the way jaebum immediately pulls away from her... could it be--

a tap on her shoulder breaks her thought process. youngjae shoots her a weak smile and proceeds inside. jaein just trails behind her brother.

the apartment is luxurious, jaein thinks to herself. an embodiment of modern and minimalism style. light spills into the spacious room from the glass windows, the gray curtains drawn. on one side of the room stands a television shelf that covers bookshelf that covers the entire wall: the device in the center, shelves of books in the cabinets at the sides.

jaebum ushers them to the 3-seater couch that is placed against the opposite wall, a loveseat at each side. jaebum settles at the loveseat while the twins take the couch, with jaein sitting the closest to jaebum. when seulgi comes with a tray of drinks, she chooses to share the loveseat with jaebum. though it sparks a little jealousy in jaein, she doesn't address it.

"so how have you been, jaebum?" youngjae asks. "how are your memories?"

"i remember everything now," he replies.

the siblings rejoice at the news.

"that's great!" jaein exclaims. she leans forward, placing a hand on his knee. "i'm so happy for you." she truly, genuinely is. he'd figured everything out now. all questions of his past has been answered.

jaebum stares at her hand. there's a slight frown on his face. he doesn't place a hand over hers, doesn't push it away either. his eyes dart up, meeting jaein's. his gaze is different, she can't make sense of it.

there's a clearing of a throat then jaein notices how seulgi shifted closer to jaebum, links an arm, resting her head onto his shoulder. jaein retracts her hand immediately -- as if burnt -- and tries not to focus on the way they are pressed together. she tries to school her expression, ignoring the small squeeze in her chest. and she definitely tries her best to keep one particular question at bay: why isn't he pushing her away?

jaein is thankful when youngjae brings up the topic of jaebum's photography works. it's as if he knows her train of thoughts so he attempts to distract jaein from the whispers of her heart. upon youngjae's request, jaebum shares his projects from his computer. as he describes his thought process and his goal for the shots, totally engrossed, jaein couldn't help but keep her eyes on the male. he's so passionate about his work, his eyes sparkling as he talks. it's new to see jaebum like this: expressions different from the ones she has ever seen. he has truly recovered his memories, jaein thinks.

not having known jaebum of the past, when the topic transits to old memories, jaein feels like a misfit. she reckons youngjae feels the same too but neither says anything. jaein thinks it's a way to learn more about jaebum. but as seulgi begins to chatter more about those memories, jaein falters little by little. seulgi always keeps a hand on jaebum, be it his hand or his thigh. almost every minute, she would glance over at jaebum and smile at him fondly. as if... in love. in those moments, jaein's eyes float over to jaebum's face. she can't really describe the emotions within her when she sees jaebum looking back at seulgi, returning the smile. it feels as if jaein is intruding in an intimate moment. it feels as if they are the ones in love and in a relationship.

"we were preparing for the wedding but you went missing and i--" seulgi chokes on her words. revisiting that incident has her tearing up. she turns to jaebum, her fingers now interlaced with his. "i really thought i lost you," seulgi exhales shakily.

"i'm sorry," jaebum utters softly. he pats the back of seulgi's hand, an assuring smile on his lips. "but i'm back now."

wait what? jaein tries to control her emotions but it's messing with her head. jaebum couldn't possibly mean-- god, jaein pleads internally, what is happening? her mind starts whirling back the previous moments, she starts thinking scenarios in her head. did jaebum mean he's--

"that's nice," she hears youngjae speaking. she glances over and youngjae is already standing up, pulling her along. for the split second that their eyes meet, youngjae has a firm gaze. he turns back to the couple -- jaein doesn't know anymore -- with a smile that jaein recognizes so well. a smile he reserves just for customers. jaein gulps a spit. youngjae must have read her mind again. "well then, we should get going. thank you for having us."

"already?" jaebum asks, looking slightly alarmed. "it hasn't even been that long!"

youngjae shoots him an apologetic smile. "we came unannounced. we don't wish to overstay here. we thank you for your hospitality."

if jaebum noticed the formal language youngjae uses, he doesn't say anything. he just nods and walks the twins to the door. seulgi stays put in her seat but waves goodbye happily. jaein has an inkling that she just wants them gone.

"i appreciate the visit," jaebum says at the door.

"no problem," youngjae dismisses it. "we're happy that you got your memories back." they hug, light and friendly.

"i, um--" jaein fumbles for words to say when jaebum looks at her. but how can she, when there's a million thoughts that went through her mind just from the short duration? keeping her emotions for a moment seems so hard when the man she loves is standing in front of her.

"jaein," jaebum calls out her name so softly, but it lacks the adoration he used to show. his gaze now gentle, and it reminds her so much of the jaebum that stayed in ilsan. she wants to hold him, wants to be held by him. but her instincts tell her no. he doesn't reach out for her anyway.

with her emotions slowly bubbling its way out of her chest, it would only take a moment before it spills.

jaein doesn't get a chance to say anything for jaebum speaks again, glancing at youngjae, "there will be a party next sunday at 8 in the evening. a friend's idea, to celebrate my return." jaebum looks back at jaein. "it would be nice to see you there."

"sure," youngjae answers quickly. "we'll be there."

jaebum smiles. "great! see you at the party then."

leaving the apartment building, jaein finally has the freedom to mull over the day's event.

"jaein," youngjae calls when they walk side by side towards the subway. "are you okay?"

for a moment, jaein doesn't answer. is she okay? yeah, she is. because jaebum has his memories back. because the mystery of jaebum's past is solved. but at the same time, no, she's not okay. she can't really say that she has the right to be jealous of seulgi since they were long a couple before the accident happened. but what does that make jaein now? does she have a place in jaebum's heart? god, does jaebum even care about her now that his old flame is back in his life?

youngjae has a worried look on his face. "i'm sorry i made us leave so abruptly--"

"no," she cuts. "you did the right thing."

"we can skip out the party if you want."

jaein shakes her head. "we promised him."

"you sure?" he throws her another worried expression.

"yeah."

her brother nods. "okay then."

jaebum had his answers. now jaein needs hers.

---

mid june 2018.

on the day of the jaebum's party, jaein doesn't feel so good. she hadn't been able to sleep enough the previous night, her mind whirring with thoughts. she wonders what would happen, if she could even have a chance to be next to jaebum. god, she wonders how jaebum would look like and how he would react when he sees her outfit. jaebum had texted them the details of the party, saying that it doesn't really have a theme. so jaein opts for a floral-patterned white cold shoulder top paired with a nice fitting black jeans. youngjae is dressed simple: striped gray shirt with denim jeans.

the location of the party isn't at jaebum's apartment; it's some villa on a hill, isolated from the bustling streets of seoul, but it has a clear view of the city landscape. upon arrival, the music can be heard at the gates, and the whole place is littered with people. the twins feel out of place, not knowing anyone while everybody else are busy chatting away. they enter the villa itself, more jam-packed with guests dancing to the music.

"oh hey!" they hear someone yelling over the music. at first jaein thinks it's just some other guest calling another, but as they move, jinyoung comes to view, a polite smile on his lips. he leads them to the side of the room, away from the mass, quieter.

"good to see you two again," he says. "jaebum's probably somewhere..." jinyoung trails off, trying to search for the said man in the crowd. then he waves a hand dismissively when he fails to spot his friend. "he'll be out shortly. in the meantime," his voice turns serious, "we need to talk."

jaein and youngjae share a look, a little lost. jinyoung sighs. he leans forward, arms crossed in front of his chest. his gaze on jaein, chilly and fierce.

"what is your relationship with jaebum?" he asks, tone firm. jaein is taken aback. "from what i see back when i first saw him in the cafe, there was something going on, no?"

i don't even know anymore, is the first thing her mind says. "we didn't put a label, i think," she replies out loud.

the man just hums. his face is serious, and it seems as if he's plotting something in his head. it seems as if he isn't pleased with her relationship with jaebum. but god, she doesn't know anymore. whatever she had with jaebum feels like a distant memory now. she reckons jinyoung wants her to have a clean break with jaebum. end whatever that is going on between them.

"this may be out of the blue but," jinyoung starts again. "whatever you had or is having with him right now, i want you to fight for it."

what?

even youngjae's ears perk up, sitting up straight.

"i can't say much right now because i don't know what's going on with him," jinyoung continues. "but jaebum isn't... himself. he hasn't been as vocal about his thoughts as before. so i don't really know what he's thinking."

"why are you saying this?" youngjae pipes up.

"why me?" jaein asks quietly. jaebum already has someone waiting for him. no, he already has someone made for him. why would jinyoung want her to fight for jaebum's love? shouldn't he be happy that jaebum already has seulgi?

"why wouldn't it be you?" jinyoung questions, eyes locked. "you're unsure if he still likes you because of seulgi, am i right? but i can tell you that he still has feelings for you."

jaein just looks at him, unsure if she should even believe that. jinyoung is perceptive enough, so he continues, "trust me, i've known jaebum long enough. i know when he has feelings for someone."

but it still doesn't add up. why does jinyoung want her to fight for jaebum so much?

"look, he's my best friend. i want the best for him--"

the music suddenly stops and the crowd cheers. a man announces, hair the color of reddish brown, voice booming over the speakers, "here we have the highlight of the party: im jaebum!"

jaein swears she has never turned her head so fast. there jaebum is, looking dashing even though he's just donned simply: black leather jacket over a plain white shirt, black jeans ripped a little at the knees. his hair is swept back but half of his bangs fall over his forehead. jaein swoons over him. as jaebum walks to the announcer, jaein sees seulgi following, linking an arm around jaebum's. she looks pretty wearing a white halter neck cropped top with a pink wrap mini skirt. despite her jealous heart, her traitorous mind thinks the two look good together.

jaebum is passed the microphone and he starts, "thank you so much for coming to this party that my dear friend, jackson," pointing to the earlier chestnut-haired man, "has kindly hosted for me. it's great to be back and seeing familiar faces."

"what happened?" someone shouts in the crowd.

"i had an accident and for a while, i lost my memories," jaebum answers. "i was at ilsan while i was trying to recover my memories. but when jinyoung found me and brought me back to seoul, i slowly remembered."

jaein notices seulgi tugging jaebum. the man looks over his shoulder, and seulgi is just smiling back. he continues, not tearing his gaze from the female, "more specifically, everything came back to me the moment i saw seulgi."

the crowd coos. but jaein holds her breath.

seulgi gets shy, her face a light shade of red. she has her weight rested against jaebum, head leaning onto his shoulder. god, they look so hopelessly in love, it breaks jaein. she can no longer take it.

"i need some air," she mutters to youngjae before moving, pushing past the crowd to leave the villa. the last thing she hears is another shout from the crowd, "so when's the wedding?" which is followed by cheers.

jaein finds a spot near the backyard, empty. she stands at the railing, looking over the cityscape from the height. the city is still bustling, packed with crowds even with the late hour. and it makes jaein wonder: of all people she could fall in love with, why did it have to be jaebum? why did it have to be someone who's already attached? why must it be someone who has his heart occupied by another?

jaein should have known. she should have seen this coming. when she allowed jaebum to chase after his memories, she knew the risks fully well. yet she keeps hoping that it wouldn't happen at all. she keeps hoping, praying that the thoughts in her head are nothing but unnecessary and negative thoughts. that at the end of the day, jaebum would come back to her.

and god, jaebum even told her to wait for him! but now, even if she waits a century -- or even a millennium! -- jaebum will never come back. jaebum will never look at her. god, he probably doesn't even notice her at the party at all. is this all a way to spite her? that he had invited them just so that he could ignore her existence.

"hey," a voice pulls her from her thoughts. "i was looking all over for you."

jaein doesn't dare to turn. she doesn't want to look at him right now. because if she does, she's certain she will break down.

"jaein? hey, are you okay?" jaebum asks, face peering at hers. but she shuts her eyes, turns her face away.

"leave me alone," she utters weakly.

jaebum puts both his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to face him. "jaein, what's wrong--"

jaein pushes his arms away aggressively. "you're not coming back," jaein spits, eyes finally meeting jaebum's. she sees how his worried expression morphs into shock, his eyes wide. "you're not coming back to ilsan. to me," she emphasizes.

"jaein, i'm sorry--"

"god, i encouraged you to find your memories. i knew that there was a possibility you would leave but it was a risk i was willing to take," she fires. "and you-- you promised--! you promised you'd want me in your present and future, no matter what your past is!" jaein is furious. but to who the fury is directed to, she doesn't even know anymore. because ultimately, she can't blame jaebum for not knowing anything about his old life.

"you promised you'd come home," she utters weakly.

"jaein, i--" jaebum has a frown etched on his face. "i am home."

that's all it takes for the tension in jaein to disappear. the sorrow in her flows out like a river meeting its mouth. she doesn't even care about the tears that are spilling down her face. there is no point in trying anymore. there is nothing to fight for. jaebum has made his decision. jaein resigns.

"i'm truly sorry..." is all she hears him say.

she nods, sniffling. "you and seulgi go a long way back. and before your accident, you were sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. the answer is obvious, isn't it? what is our one year of memories compared to the ones with her?" jaein rattles on.

"jaein--"

"no, it makes sense. it makes sense for you to throw me away, now that you have your old life back," she fires, words venomous. her thoughts unfiltered. everything that has to be said must be said. she scoffs. "i'm just-- i was just a short fling for you. nothing more."

jaebum seems to have lost his voice. he only gapes at her. if that expression on his face is sadness, jaein doesn't want to believe it. after all, he'll be living a much better life from now on.

"jaebum!" she hears someone calling in the distance.

"go," jaein exhales, weak. "you belong with her."

the man before her hesitates. jaein raises her fist, biting down on her lip to stop her sobs. then she punches jaebum on the chest, hard enough that jaebum stumbles a little.

"just leave me be," she whispers more to herself. jaein turns around, shutting her eyes.

she hears the rustling of the grass, footsteps getting distant. she lets out a breath, trying to compose herself. but it only makes it worse. her emotions surge like a wave, crashing against her heart, eroding every single bit of armor she had put up for the past weeks. it brings her down, vulnerable and she's bawling her eyes out, crouched at the secluded spot of the backyard.

she doesn't know how long she stayed outside, but youngjae comes later, draping an arm around her shoulder, tugging her to his body. he doesn't speak a word; but jaein knows that he's aware of the situation. only when jaein is more composed and calm, did youngjae decide to call it a day. he helps her up, keeping a hand around her shoulders to soothe her swelling heart.

they walk past the villa, the clear glass windows allow them to see into the building when the lights are on. jaein wishes her treacherous eyes didn't try to look for jaebum. it only breaks her heart even more, for she sees jaebum and seulgi kissing in the center of all their friends, cheers from all around. seulgi has both her arms around jaebum's neck in a tight lock, and jaebum's arm winds around her waist. the cheers drown away the sound of her breaking heart -- shattered to pieces and further grounded into fine dust. she can no longer bear the tears in her eyes, can no longer bear to see any of them. so she pushes forward, through the gates and out of jaebum's life.

[wendyshonshine]

I can’t believe I actually have to write this:

If you’re an ot4/ot3 red velvet stan (meaning you don’t include Wendy,Irene and/or Yeri) please don’t interact or follow me. Red velvet is 5 and will always be 5.

Before anyone also jumps down my throat about Wendy’s past behavior regarding imitating black women(I’m black so don’t come for me 💀), I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt. I’ve heard she apologized to fans at the Chicago fan meet that brought it up to her. I can only hope for change behavior. Oh and another thing: STOP BASHING HER FOR HER WEIGHT. DAMN. If she were to leave the group like some of y’all keep asking her to; red velvet wouldn’t be able to carry on. While seulgi is main vocalist material, she’s not main vocalist material for red velvet. She’s the backbone of the group.

As for Yeri: what the hell is wrong with y’all?! She breaths and y’all hate her damn guts. She was the missing piece to red velvet. Enough. I’m tired of seeing the antis go down this girls throat about everything she does.

Irene came forward on her on and apologized for her behavior. It was a one time incident with someone she only worked with once/twice. She got eltrocutated and had an outfit change twice. She put her foot down and said what she felt. That’s not bossy, that’s telling like it is. She scolded someone for not doing their job. Her case is just plain misogyny because if this was a male idol, y’all wouldn’t have the same energy demanding that they leave the group.

If you’re an ot7 exo stan (meaning you don’t include lay,chanyeol and/or chen) please don’t interact or follow me. Exo is 9 now and 12 in our hearts.

Lay has always said he is apart of exo. They’re his brothers and misses them dearly. But due to his status in China it’s hard for him to promote in Korea due their tension.

Chen had a damn kid and a wife. HE’S GROWN. Let the man live. Your idols aren’t babies or people who can��t experience love. They deserve to be happy, so why don’t you let them? How would you feel if someone got mad at you for getting married and having a kid and receiving endless amount of hate? You wouldn’t like it. So stop it.

Chanyeol: exo-l’s knew it was fake and we joked about it. Hell his Chinese fan sites got to the bottom of it before anyone else. Other fandoms made it worse by inputting their two cents and it blew up even more. He literally puts his all into everything and y’all want him to leave the group of baseless rumors based off of a watt pad story?! REALLY?! my baby hasn’t been active in social media for a MONTH. If he’s not the same happy virus after this, it’s because of y’all and I’m sick of it.

End rant.