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Reasons to Live

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Reader

Category: romance

TRIGGER WARNING: depression, self-harm, death, foul language

Word count: 3.5k+

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

JONGHYUN

I hear the curtain metal rings slide harshly two opposite ways, shocking me awake.

“Oh, good. You were sleeping with your mouth open.”

“Great. Thanks, Mom,” I say sarcastically, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s already ten past five. I’m going home. Are you going to be okay?” my mom asks. She has taken care of me since day one I’ve been in this hospital. But now, since I’ve improved a lot, I insisted that she doesn’t have to visit every day.

“Yes, ma’am,” I roll my eyes jokingly.

“Aww, Jonghyun, you should find a woman who will take care of you from now on instead of bothering me,” she joins my kidding around.

After she pinches my cheeks and kisses me, she heads out the door. I sit up to reach for my phone on the side table. I got messages from the boys on our group chat.

14:36

Kim Kibum: Hey, Kim Jonghyun! When are you getting discharged? You’re delaying our project. Get your shit together, yeah? Love you

15:18

Jinki: They ran some tests on you a few days ago, right? How did they go?

15:24

Minho: Hope everything’s okay, Hyung. We’re just here waiting for you~

16:20

Taemin: Hyung, did you receive my fruit basket? Hope you like it.

Reading their messages instantly puts a smile on my face. I start typing to reply that everything’s good and that I’m getting out of here soon. Maybe next week at the very least.

I’ve been in this hospital for almost a month because of the car accident on my drive to my parents’ house after work. It was already dark and I was on the expressway when it started to rain so heavily that visibility was close to zero. Unexpectedly, a huge truck was running too fast in my direction. I managed to avoid it but then made me hit an electric post. Even though I was in a coma for three days, still, lucky for me, I had very little damage compared to others who have gotten into accidents like this.

I’ve never felt more alive. It may be hard to believe or even admit, but it might be a miracle, what happened to me. I was in such unbearable pain that I could already imagine my loved ones crying at my funeral.

I grab my little notebook and head up to the rooftop. I sit in my usual spot, which is at the very corner of the floor, overlooking the city. The city lights are like stars, the cars like elves, and the people like ants. It’s like a whole new weird world. I pull up my pen inserted at the last page I wrote on. Every time I have an idea for a song or a poem, I always write it here.

As I’m turning the pages to look back on what I’ve written, I catch a glimpse of someone’s legs way across this wide rooftop. It looks like a person lying on the floor.

“Hello?” I call out.

No response.

“Excuse me, are you okay?” My voice is a little louder, hoping to be heard.

Still nothing. Not even a subtle movement.

I drop everything and walk briskly over to check on them.

I gasp at a young girl in a hospital gown like mine, which means she must be a patient too. I draw closer to see that she’s unconscious. And pale.

My heart twists, I hurriedly kneel down to her side and lightly put my head on her chest to check her heartbeat.

Shit, I hear nothing. A quick shiver sends through me.

Her pulse. I quickly grab her hand to feel her wrist and hope to feel something.

Thank God. I exhale after what feels like twenty minutes. “Stay here. I’ll go get help.”

I run down four flights of stairs and realize how ridiculous that sounded since she couldn’t even hear me. I finally reach the nearest nurse’s station, catching my breath in order to get words out.

“Excuse me! There’s a girl up on the roof. She’s unconscious. Please help!”

A nurse nods once and quickly picks up the telephone. She recites something I didn’t quite understand. Two guys with a stretcher appear immediately and ask me to let lead the way.

. . .

It’s now hours later and I can’t stop thinking about her. My last sight of her keeps flashing before my eyes. She was pale and almost lifeless. She looks pretty with her dark neck-length hair, her thin bangs fly off her forehead because of the wind. I wonder what’s wrong with her. I hope she’s okay now. Turns out she is the one who stays in the room next to mine.

My door slowly opens for a nurse to take the tray of my already finished dinner. “Hey, um, do you know what happened to the girl next door?”

“Do you know her?” he asks me right back, his eyes dead.

“Actually, yeah, I went to college with her.” I lie.

“Oh, okay, then,” he sighs. “Well, she attempted to kill herself again.”

My jaws drop in shock. “What?” I stutter. My heart sinks even more at the word ‘again.’

“It’s the third time she’s done that during her stay here. I really hope she'll stop. I’m worried about her. She doesn’t even have a family for us to call for a situation like this. There’s only this one guy that comes over every now and then.” His eyes suddenly change and fill up with pity when he walks out the door.

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PRESENT DAY

Y/N

I run to the bus stop to see Jonghyun already waiting for me by his car in hazard mode at the side of the road. Two weeks passed and this is the most I’ve seen him since he’s been busy with his comeback.

He spots me, then waves so happily that he’s almost jumping.

I land in his arms. “Jonghyun, I missed you,” I weep on his chest.

He pulls away to look at my face, cupping my cheeks. “How’s my girl?” his eyes twinkle. He lovingly leans in for a five-second kiss.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” I pout.

“No, I just got here,” he smiles. “Shall we?”

We both hop in his car and drive to Taemin’s house to have dinner with the boys. It was supposed to be a celebration for their comeback promotion weeks ago but it always fell through. Now that their promotion ended, they decided to have the gathering tonight. It was Minho and Kibum’s idea. Taemin offered his place to hold it.

They love a good party. Kibum wanted to invite as many people as they could but Minho wanted an intimate gathering with just close friends. The decision was made democratically but it was tied up. So all that long heated, turbulent discussion led us to the lowkey one with just close friends.

Jonghyun and I arrive with three handsome boys already in sight. Minho greets me with a warm hug and then leads me toward the kitchen where Jinki and Kibum are preparing food.

“Mmm, smells good over here. Where’s Taemin?” I ask no one in particular while I make my way to sit on a spinning stool by the island.

“He’s not here yet,” Kibum answers me while he holds a wooden spoon in front of me to let me taste his soondubu stew.

“What? He’s late even at his own party being held at his house. Great.” I say as I nod approvingly to Kibum, telling him that it’s delicious.

Jinki giggles. “That’s our youngest.”

I laugh, wiping off droplets of soup on my chin.

“Speak of the devil,” Kibum mutters as soon as I hear the front door beep.

I welcome Taemin with a giggle and my arms open for a hug. “Hey, what are you doing late at your own party?” I say, pulling away from his one-hand embrace.

“I came as fast as I could. You’re at my house. Stop complaining!” he laughs too.

. . .

It is now four hours later. Jonghyun and I are back in his car on our way to his apartment. I insisted he takes me home but he insisted harder for me to stay at his place since it’s closer.

“Plus, I missed you and I want to be with you a little longer,” he says, kissing my hand while his eyes are on the road.

“Really? Well...” I say, having something in mind. I start drawing closer to him and slide my palm on his lap up to his crotch. I lean in closer, humming into his ear.

He swallows. “Hey, I’m driving.”

I laugh at him. “Fine, I’ll wait until we get home.”

“Home?” He looks at me for a second, smiling. Then back on the road.

I pause, thinking of what I said. “What?”

“Did you just propose for us to live together?”

“Where’d that come from? You’re making stuff up again.” I playfully punch his arm.

He laughs out loud. It is so beautiful that it is the most musical sound I’ve ever heard.

After a few seconds of silence, he grabs my hand. I turn to him, waiting for him to say something. “So, do you want to move in?”

My mouth opens in quite a confusion but immediately curves into a huge smile. “Yeah, of course! I’d love that,” I screech. I lean into him for a kiss on his cheek, then rest my head on his shoulder while he pulls over into parking.

He turns to me, cupping my cheek. “I love you so much, Y/n.”

It makes me melt every time he says those words to me. My eyes fill in with tears. “I love you, too.”

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

An overflowing burning sensation boils in my stomach, making me abruptly sit up and throw up on myself. I feel like my internal organs are about to come out of my mouth. I feel so heavy that I can't open my eyes. When I do, it’s brief and cloudy.

I suddenly hear the door open. Somebody walks into my room. A nurse perhaps. After I feel them carefully laid me back down, I catch a blurry figure of a man standing in my direction by the door outside my room. Before I can control my own consciousness, everything goes black again.

. . .

I slowly open my eyes with the sun blaring at me. It irritates the shit out of me. I get out of bed in an attempt to close my blinds but somebody stops me.

“Whoa, wait, be careful.” A guy in a hospital gown like mine suddenly appears before me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I glare at him.

He looks startled by my sudden rage. Despite this, he adjusts the wire connecting the needle inserted in my arm and the IV that’s hung next to my bed before I could mess it up.

“Let me get that for you,” he mutters before closing the blinds for me, leaving a bit of sunlight.

My face relaxes from frowning as I watch him walk back toward me. He sits on the chair next to my bed. I notice his attractive appearance. Dark hair that covers his entire forehead, a cute smile and a muscular body. I somehow get lost in his stare with those innocent and sparkly eyes, making the anger inside me fade. I feel some kind of warm relief.

“Uh, I’m Jonghyun. Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I have not heard about you since I found you on the roof a few days ago.”

I snap out, bringing back my scowl. “Why?”

He stutters. “Well-”

“We don’t even know each other.”

“No, but-”

“Do you like me? Is that why you saved me?” I’m getting more pissed with this stranger in my room. “Or are you just trying to be some kind of a hero that saves my life, then our story would turn into a cheesy romantic cliché?

Silence. He just stares at me. Probably awkward and shocked.

“Get out of here before I call security.”

Without saying anything else, he gets up from his seat and walks to the door. Looking flustered, he glances back at me before sliding it close behind him.

. . .

The moon has come out. It’s the only time of day that I appreciate the outside. I stand before the window, looking out, watching the cars and cabs go about down there. Thinking that there are millions of people existing, I question why the fuck I’m alone.

Literally.

Emotionally.

I fall on my butt, and for the first time in almost a year, I cry out loud. Extremely loud. Numbingly loud. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I pull my hair out, punch my head, slap my own face. Dig my nails into my neck, scratch down to my chest, and then my arms. I kick my legs hysterically. Repeatedly.

I hate being alive.

Eventually, my hearing went faint, abandoning its purpose. I feel someone grab me from behind, restraining me tightly.

“Let me go! Just please let me go. Please! I don’t want to be alive anymore.” I continue to scream furiously, trying to escape everything that tries to come at me.

But then, I see that it’s Minho who’s hugging me. I crash into his arms, shut the fuck up, and cry silently.

“Y/n, I’m here. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you. Please, stop now,” he hushes me. I can finally hear his voice. He's the only one I can trust. His embrace is the only comforting thing to me.

I’m breathing heavily, trying to calm down. I watch a nurse approach with a syringe but Minho immediately shoves it away.

We just stayed like this. I have not idea how long but I don’t want it to end.

After some time, the noises in my head settle down. I can see clearly again.

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PRESENT DAY

JONGHYUN

After my radio show, I come home to a beautiful lady waiting for me on the couch in the dressing gown I got her for Christmas last year, and a pair of thick-framed reading glasses with a book in hand.

I join her, laying my head between her breasts. “Hi, roomie.” I look up at her, then give her a wink. We talked about moving in together weeks ago and the day I’d been waiting for has finally come. She’s finally settled in with me. There couldn’t be any other day happier than this.

She hisses. “Shut up,” then goes back to reading her book, blocking my view of her pretty little face.

I hiss back. I then crawl out off the couch to pick her up bridal style, spinning her around.

Y/n shrieks, laughing. “Jonghyun, stop!”

So I do. “Oh, hey, we haven’t done that thing couples do once they move in.”

“I thought you were going to be too tired from work,” she says, her arms around my neck.

Her thinking about sex is heaven to me! But that’s not what I’m talking about. “No, stupid,” I chuckle at her while I put her down on her feet. “Come here.” I grab her hand for her to follow me out the front door.

“Wait, what? Where are we going? I’m not dressed,” she complains.

I close the door once we get out. Y/n is still confused about what we’re doing. I pick her up again, bridal style. “Now, enter the code.”

She doesn’t say anything else and does as I say.

Once she opens the door, “Welcome home!” I cheer.

She laughs out loud. “Oh, so now we’re officially living together. Amazing!” she says playfully.

But I don’t put her down just yet and head to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re doing that other thing that couples do when they move in together.”

“Yay!” she cheers, then kisses me deeply on the spot as I bring the action to our bedroom.

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

There’s a knock on the door while I watch a movie on the flatscreen. I hit pause on the remote control.

“Hyung!” Minho calls out enthusiastically as he enters my room with bags of food in his hand.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy visit his guy friend who is unlucky enough to get into an accident?” he jokes around, handing me my lunch.

“Thank you very much,” I bow to him.

Minho and I do some catching up, talking about his new drama series, and some other work stuff until our conversation finds itself about the girl staying next door.

“Then she just kicked me out of her room and threatened to call security on me. This is what she did to a person who saved her life?” I pout.

“Oh, my God. You’re the stalker she’s been talking about?”

“Stalker? Woah, that woman. After what I did for her?” My blood is boiling with intense irritation. But it subsides quickly once I realize something. “Wait, you know her?”

“Yeah, I actually spent the night in her room.”

I pause, staring at Minho in confusion. “You’re not… Nothing’s going on with you two, is there?

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I’ve known her since childhood. Our parents used to be close. That was when her mother was still alive and her dad hadn’t moved to Japan.”

“Wow, she has it tough, huh?” Just like that, irritation turns compassion.

“Yeah, but there’s more to that. Something that no one can explain, not even her herself.”

She’s been suicidal. Her depression has taken a lot from her. Hearing this makes me want to look after her more.

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PRESENT DAY

Y/N

Since then, Jonghyun had been visiting me every evening to have dinner together even when I kept pushing him away, asking him to stop trying to save me.

Days after he got discharged, he came back, but I wasn’t in my room anymore. When he found out that I was transferred to the psychiatric ward, he came running to my door.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were being transferred?”

“Why would I?” I frowned.

“Right,” he laughed awkwardly.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Hey, what are you-”

He trailed off, his face turning red as he listened. It’s definitely Minho.

I suddenly snatched the phone from Jonghyun’s hand and walk near the door out of earshot. “Hey, where the hell are you?” I scolded Minho in a whisper. “You are not letting him-”

“It’s okay, Y/n. He means well. Maybe it’s time for you to let somebody else in for a change,” he laughed statically. “Love you.”

I sighed in irritation as I heard the dial tone. “Here.” I hand Jonghyun’s phone back to him while he just smiled at me goofily.

If it wasn’t for Minho, I never would’ve trusted anyone again. And because of Jonghyun, trusting and loving again was worth it.

By the time I got discharged from the ward, Jonghyun and I eventually started dating officially. He was always there for me. Offered to come with me to my therapist twice a week but I insisted that I could go by myself. I would meet the rest of the boys not long after we got together. Since then, I’ve got the best friends ever.

Sooner or later, I would get back to work in teaching kindergarten. I can’t imagine my career going any other way. I thank myself for being alive today. Some days, I’d join Jonghyun and the boys in organizing a charity mission. I’d teach kids in far provinces. I forgot how fulfilling working with children was when I was too busy being miserable.

I’ve never felt so alive. Not to mention grateful.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” my dad tells me with a big smile on his face.

“Thanks, Dad,” I smile back at my computer screen. “By the way, when are you coming? You should tell me ahead of time so I can prepare you something.”

Before I can hear his response, the front door of my apartment beeped. “Oh, I have to go. Jonghyun’s here.”

“I should really meet this Jonghyun. You’re talking about him a lot,” he says.

I shake my head and laugh at him before hanging up.

“Was that your dad?” Jonghyun asks as soon as he approaches and kisses me on the lips.

“Yeah.”

“Is he coming to visit?”

“He didn’t say,” I tell him, shutting down my laptop.

I stare at Jonghyun while he removes his shoes and walks towards me.

“What?” he asks, then kisses me on the forehead.

Trying not to tear up, I just shake my head and giggle at him. If it wasn’t for Jonghyun, my life would be so much different right now. Hell, I’d be dead. Because of him, I regained my bond with my dad.

Months ago, they had to go to Japan for work and he made me come with them so my father and I could finally talk. We had never seen eye to eye ever since Mom died. We had drifted apart. Now, we are closer than ever.

I’m not saying my depression is gone and my attacks are non-existent anymore. They still come every now and then, although not as bad as before. Jonghyun has always been so caring and understanding. I could cry just thinking about it. I got to be with the best person and have the best friends in the world.

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dibidibifiction · 3 years

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Keep Going

Pairing: Lee Taemin x Reader

Category: Smut (oral sex, female receiving)

Word count: 990

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Taemin comes into Y/n’s office to disturb her. He squeezes both her shoulders to give her a little massage. Then he asks, “Baby, what are you doing?” Acting all cute, leveling his face next to hers in front of the computer monitor.

It’s been days since Taemin decided to take a little break from work since he’s been breaking his ass nonstop for a full year and a half. Well, he didn’t really want to. Nam Euisoo somehow convinced him that he does need a vacation or he might push himself too much to exhaustion and sickness. His manager was supposed to book him a flight out of the country but Taemin chose to stay with his girlfriend, with who he hasn’t spent much time these days. Between his SHINee, solo, and SuperM preparations and comebacks; reality show appearances and web content interviews, it was just impossible to squeeze anything else in.

Y/n has also been hard at her own work but she always makes time for him, especially now that he’s on a break because he will be extremely busy or traveling for work again in no time. So she makes the most of this time with him.

Simply having meals together, laughing and tickling each other, even shedding tears from deep conversations, kisses and cuddles. Despite all this, Taemin can’t help but still miss her and longing for more. He just can’t get enough of her.

She doesn’t answer, just typing and clicking away.

He pouts.

A minute later, since he badly wants her attention, his hands slowly start sliding down her arms. Tickling her wrists with his soft fingers then going back up under her arms.

“What are you doing?” Y/n sighs, finally saying something. Although her eyes are still on the computer screen.

Taemin starts to sniff her hair from the side. He breathes into her ear, she moans subtly. He starts to caress her neck with his nose and lips, admiring her scent, then sensed a little vibration from her reaction. While kissing her face then her jaw, he continues to feel her. His hand pleasuring itself by sliding down her breasts, stomach, then inner thighs. She receives a huge tingle inside.

To Y/n’s increased arousal, she stands up and faces him. Staring, lusting over Taemin’s hungry expression. They then crash their mouths together. Tongues dancing with each other. She wraps her arms around his neck while she steps even closer to feel his growing manhood with her own crotch. She’s hungry as well. She now strips her short pants together with her panties before they get soaked. The two pull apart for a second as Taemin sets the keyboard and the mouse aside to make space. He holds on to her ass and spreads them apart for his own pleasure. “Mmm, baby,” he whispers seductively before tasting her mouth again while pushing her hips slightly to guide her to sit on the desk.

After she takes off his shirt, she admires his upper body as her waters drip down there. She hasn’t noticed it for a while until now. She goes ahead and pulls him closer to herself so she can bite his neck, kiss her chest, and lick his abs, touching him all the way down to his erection, stroking it outside his pants.

Taemin’s eyes are looking devilish now. Her warm touches send him more desire than satisfaction. So his fingers proceed to Y/n’s wetness without any hesitation as he licks her neck, making her exhale loudly in oh-so much goodness. He lifts the hem of her sweater to reveal her lace bra.

He thirsts by the sight of them. Remembering all those unfortunate times when he was away from touching her. Now, he can even bury his face in between her majestic breasts. He thought he’d be completely satisfied but he’s even hungrier.

They are back to each other’s mouths when she grabs his face then pulls away. She brings Taemin’s head down in between her legs where her thirst problem will be solved.

Taemin is now eating his way into her, giving her what he knows they both want so badly. His tongue plays around in between her lips, making her jump every time it touches her sweet spot. While he’s at it, he looks up at her but she shuts her eyes just before he can meet them. She leans her head back, reaching the top of the monitor behind her to get a grip.

“Fuck, Taemin,” she moans a little louder.

As her cries are roaring and her face is turning vermillion, Taemin decides to insert two fingers inside her, making Y/n want to lose her shit. “Oh, God, that feels intense,” she cries in a wheeze, trying not to scream. “Keep going.”

And so he does. Enjoying every bit of this moment, humming in delicious fulfillment from the taste of her. The warmth of her insides throws him into his thoughts of ravaging her more later tonight. Now in the high hopes for her to reach paradise, he then stuck his fingers inside her, stopping the in-and-out motion. He then shakes them a little faster, hitting her just at the right spot while his tongue carries on with its work on her clit.

Soon enough, Y/n gasps. Her mouth opens, the dark parts of her eyes disappear. She grabs Taemin’s hand to stop him as her body shakes. He watches her come for him, taking pride in the sight of this gorgeous woman whose skin is red from her face down to her neck.

But then he realizes he adores her more than he takes pride.

He stands up to meet her eyes while she’s still catching her breath. With her hand, she wipes the glisten off his mouth then pulls him in to kiss him while she giggles amid it.

Taemin smiles back and says, “I admire you so fucking much.”

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dibidibifiction · 3 years

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The Way You Say It

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader

Category: soft romance

Word count: 650

based on a request by anon

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. . .

“Hey, are you listening?”

“What? Sorry.” I just realized I’ve been staring at his gorgeousness again. The fork in my mouth is starting to rust.

“Are you coming to Jinki’s with me tonight?” Minho asks, then shoving a spoonful of rice in his mouth.

“No. If I come, I’ll just be third-wheeling.”

He stops chewing and just stares at me with a big lump on his cheek, probably waiting for an explanation. “Hmm?”

I laugh at his expression because I adore him so much. Since I’m not from around here, Minho and I have been having little problems with our language barriers, and my Korean isn’t that good yet. “Sorry. A third wheel means a third person accompanying a couple on a date.”

“Oh!” He lets out a chuckle. “No, the other three are going to be there.”

“That’s great, honey, but I still have a lot of uni stuff to do.” I pout. “Just give them all a hug from me.”

He picks up his plate and his glass to take to my kitchen sink. “That’s okay, you can come next time.”

“Hey, no, let me do that.” I take over the dishes as I bring my plate too.

I catch Minho smirk in the corner of my eye. He’s looking at me for some reason.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Thanks for the food, Y/n,” he says. And to my surprise, he proceeds behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and rests his chin on my shoulder as I wash the dishes.

I can feel my face burning. His touch and scent are intoxicating. “Oppa,” I mumble under my breath.

Minho has been wanting me to call him that, but I was always too embarrassed. I called him that in front of his friends once and they all keep making fun of me since then. Kibum’s duck laugh is stuck in my head.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He lets me go to meet my face but I couldn’t make eye contact.

When I do look at him, I catch him grinning like a hyena holding back its laugh.

And just as I’m dreading, he blows raspberries, guffawing at me.

I splash soap bubbles toward him. “Screw you! Forget it!”

“Come on! It’s adorable to me,” he says, wiping droplets off his eye. He grabs me again from behind.

“You come on! You’re laughing! It’s making me feel bad,” I say, putting the last plate on the drying rack. Then I slap his arms away. “Get out!”

“Alright! I’m sorry, baby.” He’s sorry but still giggling. He just loves making me mad. What an ass.

“Shut the hell up!” I exclaim as I’m about to walk away.

“No, wait! Come here.” He then grabs my wrist and pulls my head onto his chest to shush me. I can feel the softness of his sweater and the bulk of his muscles at the same time.

I pull away, still sullen and pouting. “What is it that’s so funny?”

“I don’t know, it’s just the way you say it.” He shrugs. “Maybe it has something to do with your accent. Not sure about them but, to me, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.” He raises his eyebrows, using his flaming charm on me.

I cross my arms. “The boys will continue to mock me. What if they hate me?”

“Are you kidding? They love you! They wouldn’t joke around with you if they don’t.”

“Really?” I didn’t think of that. “So I should be grateful that they’re making fun of me?” I finally got my smile back. “You guys are so weird.”

“Aigoo, my girlfriend is so cute!” He squishes my cheeks to create a pout on my mouth and kisses me.

Once again, my face is burning. I don’t think I can ever get used to this tall, gorgeous man being mine.

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dibidibifiction · 3 years

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Heyo! Loved your 'Virtual Walls' fic...can I please request another Minho x reader imagine in which his foreign girlfriend is too shy to call him oppa and he loves to tease her when ever she does? Thanks!

omg hi! sure, i'll do your request. although please excuse me if this takes me a while to complete. i have work and am studying. thank you for loving 'virtual walls' and thank for this request! i'll do my best 💚

#request #anonymous

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dibidibifiction · 3 years

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Hi, lovely SHINee fanfic readers!

Little updates:

I'll be editing Criminal In My Mind since a few readers pointed out to me some grammar errors, typos, and inconsistencies (which I'm really grateful for). So I'll be renewing every chapter of the series soon.

Secondly, I've come up with two new stories: Taemin x Reader (smut); Jonghyun x Reader (romance/drama). I'm currently working on the Taemin one first so I hope you'll look forward to it.

Always thankful for you all. Hope you're enjoying my work so far. My ask is always open for comments/requests/suggestions/questions. Toxicity is not welcome.

Let's carry on enjoying our boys' comeback. Legends only. Forever five.

Dianne

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dibidibifiction · 3 years

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Virtual Walls: Part 3

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

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PART 2

. . .

NIGHT OF CONCERT

Y/N

Before the concert started, Taemin sent me a text saying that I can go down to their dressing room after their ‘Lucky Star’ performance.

So I make my way down from the second floor of the audience area in the arena as I try to study how to breathe.

I’m thinking about when the boys were in those little high cars where they went around the venue to let their fans see them closer while singing ‘So Amazing’.” Minho looked right at me for a quick second and gave me a cute wave.

My heart dropped. He couldn’t have recognized me because I was holding in front of my face a glittery sign, which a fan handed to me earlier, that says ‘최 민호’. Or maybe I’m even wrong. Maybe it wasn’t me he was waving at. It was pretty chaotic up here.

I can feel my heart beating up and down my throat the moment I heard voices outside the backstage dressing room in which its door is quite ajar so I take a quick peek.

“Excuse me,” someone taps my shoulder from behind.

I squeal in shock but I cover my mouth right away with my hand. It’s Jonghyun. My eyes widen at him.

“Sorry I scared you,” he chuckles. “Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Taemin,” I say, smiling, trying not to let my anxiety show.

“Oh, okay. Of course. You’re Taemin’s fan,” he jokingly acts upset.

I laugh with him. “Not exactly, um, I’m Y/n. He told me to come—”

“You’re Y/n?” Jonghyun looks surprised.

Seems like it’s not the first time he’s heard my name. I stutter to answer. “Uh… Y-yes?”

He then hurries to open the door to the dressing room, pulling me by my wrist to come in with him. The room is filled with their staff and stylists, and the rest of the boys except Minho. Jinki and Kibum are talking with one of the dancers in front of the mirror, rehearsing some choreo I think.

I can feel sweat forming under my pits, it’s embarrassing. I’m so nervous to see Minho and this crowded room is not helping.

Taemin is speaking with his manager until he sees me.

“Oh, Y/n!” He pulls me into a quick hug. “You made it.”

“Hey,” I release a nervous laughter, tapping his back once. “So, great show tonight! You guys are actual legends.” I congratulate them as I watch Kibum and Jinki joining the conversation. Which made me more nervous.

I didn’t think I’d feel more overwhelmed after that grand show I’ve just seen so far, and it’s only the half of it.

“Thanks!” Jonghyun says enthusiastically. “Which part do you like the most?” he asks.

I pause for a second, trying to remember everything from the concert.

“Did you even watch?” Kibum teases after a second of dead air. Everyone laughs out loud.

“Oh, I know which part she liked the most,” Taemin answers for me. He begins acting out unbuttoning his shirt, sexy dancing, and putting his tongue out like a moron. He’s imitating Minho’s solo during their ‘Dynamite’ performance wherein he danced topless as he rapped his part.

Everyone starts laughing again. I have no choice but to fake one because I’m too nervous to think about something else other than meeting Minho in person.

“So, Y/n, did you come all by yourself?” Jinki asks me eventually.

“Yes, I did,” I nod. “I must admit, I’m a bit tensed to—”

Suddenly, we halt all the same time the second we hear Minho’s loud, contagious, high pitched laugh coming from the halls.

“Quick! Hide!” Jonghyun immediately directs.

I look around the room but since I’m panicking so much I don’t know in which direction to go. “Where?” I shout but in a whisper.

“In there, in there!” Kibum assists me to a small curtain at the corner of the room where they can change costumes. Apparently.

So I did what he gestured me to do and stay quiet behind the curtain. He left a little gap for me to peep. I’m pleasantly surprised at how they acted so attentively and helped me out without any further verbal communication. They knew what to do just like that while I’m at dismay. Thank God.

My heart twists once again. Perhaps after this, I think I’ll have a heart attack.

It’s now a few minutes later, I watch Minho walk into the room with a big smile on his face. He has just finished a good laugh. “Hey,” he says to no one in particular.

“What have you been doing? We could hear you laughing from a mile away!” Kibum yells at him.

Oh, God, there he is. I can’t believe how close he is to me now. Just one step left and we finally meet. After all this anxiety and anticipation, I didn’t think I’d feel this intense yet blissful sensation. I could just stay here and watch him smile like that. Even if he doesn’t have to see me. Because of how happy I am right now, all my worries just went away in a heartbeat.

I watch Minho put his arm across Jinki’s shoulders as he is just casually having a conversation with the four. With my shaking hand, I lightly grab the edge of the curtain to slowly set it aside and walk out to light.

Minho’s smile unintendedly disappears in confusion the second he finally lays eyes on me. Then his eyes widen after a few seconds, as if they’re about to fall off, his expression turning into shock. His lips part a little.

“Surprise,” I say in a giggle.

His expression doesn’t change as his sight doesn’t leave me. We stare at each other in what feels like forever, the world stops around us.

I attempt to step forward toward him but I hesitate. My heart feels heavy on my feet. I feel my fists tighten when I start to tear up.

“Y/n?” Minho finally says after a good while. “What… What are you doing here? I thought…” His brows furrow. He then turns to his friends around him. “Did you…?”

They all nod at the corner of my eye.

Jonghyun laughs. “I told you she might have a reasonable explanation.”

Minho’s smile is reappearing slowly. He probably has just completely realized what’s happening.

I bite my lip as I try so hard not to cry in front of these people.

Finally, he runs to me and picks me up in a tight hug, making me hold on to him. Just like that, the heavy feeling I’ve been holding evaporates and is replaced by an overwhelming relief.

I can smell the fresh dry clean of his clothes, the product on his hair, and probably his sweat all at the same time.

After all that time spending our relationship virtually, here we are at last. I could just live here in his arms forever.

. . .

MINHO

I feel like I’ve been hugging her for hours when I suddenly realized that we’re actually surrounded by a lot of people.

So I put her down. She looks up at me with the most beautiful smile on her face, her eyes shimmer with tears. I wipe them away with my thumb. I, so badly, do not want to remove my hand on her face as I got this urge to pull her in and kiss her. But then again, I almost forget that there are a lot of people around us, watching us like a scene from a movie.

I rest my hand on her shoulder instead.

“Yeah,” Taemin says. “I actually helped her get here. I gave her a ticket and a pass.”

“I can’t believe you’re here.” The urge to kiss her is intensifying the more I stare at her so I turn to the rest of the guys behind me. “And you all knew about this?”

“Really?”

My thought goes back to the time when Taemin seemed like he was hiding something from me. Turns out he really was. But not because they’re betraying me. They were keeping things for me because they were planning something amazing.

This amazing. I catch the sight of Y/n again. I’m still having trouble believing that this isn’t a dream. It just feels like it. She ghosted me for almost a week, she got me overthinking that there might be something going on between her and Taemin.

“So you two aren’t…?” I ask both of them.

“Aren’t what?” Y/n asks back.

I give them both a certain look, which they should understand immediately.

“Oh, no,” they both say almost at the same time as they look at each other and then back at me.

“No, no, no, no. Absolutely not!” Y/n carries on, reassuring me. “What made you think that?”

I look at Taemin. “Well…”

“Okay, everyone! It’s less than fifteen minutes before resuming the concert. Let’s go, let’s go!” One of our directors abruptly bursts into the room and starts shouting and clapping his hands like the sound of thunder.

“I’ll find you later, okay?” I tell Y/n, in which she instantly nodded to.

“Fighting,” I watch her mouth the word, holding up a fist in front of her.

My heart melts. I can’t hear her anymore because everybody speaks at the same time in the room and starts to roam around to do their respective tasks.

I watch her walk out the dressing room as my stylist fixes my hair. She’s now going back to the audience and resume watching the concert. I really hope she knows how overly happy I am that she’s here even when I couldn’t tell her by words. This is too unreal to grasp.

. . .

Two hours later, the concert has finally ended and I can’t be more satisfied with everything. Kibum and Jonghyun Hyung have just recovered from a good cry for being overwhelmed with all the love that we received tonight. Again, we obviously can never be used to this.

Once I change into my casual clothes, I go running towards the halls.

I almost trip over Jinki Hyung as I’m in a hurry.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asks.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, drifting backwards and facing him. “Tell the others I’ll be right back.”

Without waiting for a response, I carry on rushing throughout the long hallway to find Y/n. Apologizing to all the staff I almost knock over as I twist and turn to every corner. I still don’t spot her. She must still be at her seat.

So I reach the heavy door to the stairwell. I push it open and run up the stairs to the second floor where Y/n’s seat was.

To my luck, I don’t have to run any further. I halt before the next flight of stairs.

“Hey.” There she is. I’m running out of breath.

Y/n was just walking down before I found her.

I then race toward her. Putting my arms around her waist to lift her off the ground. I almost throw her up in the air because she weighs like a hundred pounds. I can’t contain the happiness running through my veins.

She blares out a cheerful shriek as I spin her around.

I place her back on her feet but she doesn’t dismiss her arms around my neck.

“Oh, my God, Minho! You were so amazing up there. I wouldn’t stop screaming your name! Did you hear me screaming? I’m pretty sure I’m your biggest fan in the whole world!” She is talking so fast and jumping at the same time that she’s making her cut her own breathing short. She’s too excited.

I laugh at her in adoration. “Calm down, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

She giggles as well while taking deep and fast breaths.

“Okay, do you care to explain something to me?”

“Oh, right! Yeah, in case you haven’t known by now, I came here for you,” she says it like she’s joking because of the big grin on her face.

“Y/n, I’m serious.”

“What? So am I,” she insists. I’m still a little skeptical that she’s literally in front of me. Not on my phone screen, not on my computer screen, but in person. She came all this way just for me.

I sigh. I can’t stop smiling, it’s embarrassing. “Well, you didn’t talk to me for almost a week. You didn’t reply, you didn’t call. Nothing. I got worried big time. You said you were sick.” My smile disappears.

Y/n sighs. “I know, I’m sorry,” her voice switches from excited to tender as she holds both my hands. “I just couldn’t face you with this secret in mind. I’m really bad at lying. Especially to you. I just couldn’t do it. I’m really sorry.”

I shake my head lightly. I love the way she’s looking up at me with those eyes. I could watch them all night as they shine for me.

“What?”

I shake my head again as I chortle. “Nothing.” I feel like I’m going to burst into stars and flowers. I don’t mean to stare at her. She is just so beautiful.

And to be fair, she is staring right back at me.

Time stops around us. I don’t even care if anybody sees us here. I’m just going to do it.

“Look, Y/n, I am so so so happy right now. I thought I’m happy enough to be performing tonight, but then you showed up and now I just can’t describe how I feel anymore,” I start.

She doesn’t say anything but she keeps her eyes on mine, tears almost overflowing.

“I was planning on visiting you in Palawan to tell you this, but now that you’re here, I’ll tell you now. I want more of you, Y/n. Not just through Instagram, not as friends. I want to spend lots of time with you from now on. So please don’t die after this.”

. . .

Y/N

My heart won’t settle down. I still can’t believe what’s happening. Choi Minho is actually right in front of me and I am able to touch him. I can’t keep my eyes off him that it feels like I want to just stare into his eyes for the rest of my life.

I watch him slowly lean in closer. He closes his eyes, then presses his soft lips against mine.

I don’t know what to feel next when I just learned that he read the message I quickly unsent. He wasn’t supposed to have read that, it’s embarrassing!

But the thought fades away when Minho doesn’t let go of me. He pulls away from my hands and places his arms on my waist to pull me in tighter as he opens his mouth to reach into my tongue, making me feel all tingly.

I shiver through this flaming sensation. This kiss does make me want to die. As it grows lusciously comfortable, I place both my hands on his hips, making a fist on this t-shirt under his hoodie jacket. I start to hum in pleasure.

He moans almost at the same time. He then pulls away before it gets nasty. His eyes are now back on mine for a second.

I smile up at him. Just a few seconds more I might start crying.

He wipes the tears off my face and then kisses me on my forehead.

“Minho.”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” my voice shakes.

He just smiles in response as if he already knew. He picks up my hand and places a kiss just above my knuckles as his eyes don't leave mine.

“I love you,” he says, again shaking his head. Seems like he is still in disbelief.

And I let it rip. My tears. I bury my face into Minho’s chest, which is hard from his muscles yet so comfortable from his soft skin.

I’ve never been happier in my life. I wish this moment would never end.

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dibidibifiction · 3 years

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Virtual Walls: Part 2

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

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PART 1

. . .

2 DAYS BEFORE CONCERT

MINHO

The guys and I are rehearsing here at the arena since yesterday and it’s been intense. Every year, the tour and the concerts get more and more grand that my mind can’t seem to bear it sometimes. I could never get used to the people, throwing us so much love every time we do this. I can’t be thankful enough.

Today hasn’t been as intense as the last couple of days because we have to take it easy. We don’t have to come in tomorrow and just rest up before the big day.

I can finally feel my heart beating hard as I pant, falling down to the ground when we finished ‘Everybody’. That’s it. Rehearsals are over.

All five of us walk back to our backstage dressing room once the director cues that it’s a wrap. I immediately grab my phone on one of the dressers where I last put it down.

Still nothing. I check our conversation and she hasn't even been online. I shouldn’t be this distracted right now but I can't help but worry.

I already left a few messages but she hasn't read them. If she's feeling down, why can't she talk to me like she always has in the past couple of months we've been friends?

Friends. That’s right. We’re just friends. Is it weird to think about her this way if we’re just friends? Although she did confess her feelings to me from time to time, I honestly thought it was just a sweet and friendly thing. She’s just expressing how thankful she is.

I remember, it had been only three months since we started talking, and she was quite vulnerable at that time. One night, I video called her after work the minute I got home. When she picked up, I noticed that her cheeks were quite red, her eyes and nose were swollen. She was just crying that very second.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course. This is just me. You know I cry every time something touches me,” she said while forcing a laugh.

“I’m sorry I’m not there to hug you at least. Do you want to talk about it?” I said, offering her a shoulder to cry on even when we’re miles apart.

“Okay, umm,” she hesitated. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way.” Her voice was hoarse. “But my life kind of turned around when I met you.”

I couldn't reply and just stared frozen at her on my phone screen.

“I can tell by the look on your face that what I said was something bad. But I’m telling you, it’s not.”

“Oh, it isn’t?” I thought she was about to cut ties with me because I was such a big distraction in her life. I exhaled deeply.

“You know that I have been going through some crap which, as you know, is why I’m here, right? I just meant that, because of you, my days became a little brighter. I don’t know how you do it, and I guess you also don’t, but it’s just what you do to me naturally. You helped me move forward from the past I have been stuck in for years.” Y/n continued to cry as I listened. I really wished I could hug her.

She has been living in the Philippines for over two years now. I’m glad to know that she’s moving past her troubles and it makes me even happier that I was the one who helped her go through it all. Her expressing it so directly kind of stunned me a little back then, but it was always nice to hear that from her. I might not know everything about her just yet, but what I knew since then was I want to be by her side no matter what.

. . .

1 DAY BEFORE CONCERT

It’s the next day now and we are all hanging out at Taemin’s place. To my constant disappointment, Y/n still hasn’t texted me back. It’s been five long days. I can’t take it anymore so I tried calling her.

But nothing.

“Minho, why can’t you just invite Y/n to the concert tomorrow so we all can hang out?” Jonghyun Hyung says as he sits next to me on the couch.

“She’s out of the country, she lives in Palawan,” I tell him. “And you know her name now?” I’m annoyed by how they stick their noses at me ever since they found out about Y/n.

“It’s nice down there in Indonesia,” Jinki Hyung joins in.

“It’s in the Philippines, genius,” I correct him.

“Right, sorry. I get those two confused.”

I don’t know what to feel anymore. What could I have done to make her ghost me like this? If she has an issue, why can’t she just tell me? Maybe she’s fed up with me so she needed a break. I can’t demand from her to respond to my messages because we’re just friends.

I sigh in utter resentment. “I need a drink.”

I get up from the sofa and head towards Taemin’s kitchen, which made me wonder, What’s taking Taemin so long? It’s been a minute since he answered a phone call.

After I drink a glass of lukewarm water, the thought of a conversation of ours, one before she told me that she wasn’t feeling well, entered my mind again. She sent me a message that seemed like it wasn’t supposed to be sent to me. Perhaps she was texting a friend and texting me at the same time so it might have confused her and mixed it up.

I know, right? It’d be the death of me if he kissed me. I always think of that moment when I’m in the shower.

I take my phone back out of my pocket and open our chat again. I scroll up to read that same message, but turns out she deleted it. Is that why she refuses to talk to me? It’s because she’s too embarrassed after accidentally sending me that message?

Okay. So I figure she likes someone. I smile at the thought that it may be me. Based on how we became so close as time went by, how I wish it is.

However, I might not be it. Sure, she always told me that she’s happy to have met me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s in love with me. Right?

We talked about her exes for some time and it was clear that she doesn’t feel strongly about them anymore. Maybe she met somebody at the beach or at a bar or something and have already forgotten about me.

I cringe at myself, thinking how ridiculous I’m being.

If it’s not me, then who?

The second I drift back to reality, a faint voice reaches my hearing coming from one of the bedrooms. It’s Taemin on the phone with somebody. Maybe he’s talking to Kibum, who is late by the way.

I decided to have some little fun and attempt to scare him from behind. I tip-toe all the way from the kitchen to the bedroom and fortunately, the door is ajar so I can hear his voice perfectly clear as I get closer.

“Whatever. Just text me the address of your new hotel so I can send you the package.”

Package? My mood suddenly drops once again. Is he sending Y/n another package? Y/n has mentioned a few times that Taemin sent her packages of her favorite instant food packs several times over the years. And she didn’t even mention to me that she’s transferring to a new hotel. What the hell is going on?

Oh, God. I freeze at the thought. It’s Taemin. Y/n likes Taemin. Since he keeps on sending her gifts, does that mean he likes her too? Are they in a secret relationship?

“Yeah. Talk to you later. I’m hanging up now,” Taemin says to the other line as soon as he spots me.

“Who was that, your girlfriend?” I tease him instead of confronting.

“Hyung. How long have you been there?”

I shrug. “Just a second.”

“That was my brother. He’s staying in Seoul for a while,” he smiles, but I can tell that it’s forced.

. . .

Y/N

I walk out of the airbridge and stop just outside the terminal. Finally, I landed home. God, I missed this place. The smell of the airport is still the same after two years.

After more than an hour through the long line-ups in immigration, baggage claim, and security, I look for my mom among the crowd who’s waiting for their respective arrivals. I don’t see her. I try to call her cell but all I hear is dial tones.

She’s not picking up, maybe she’s driving and just on her way here.

So I stray past the growing crowd as I locate for a bench to wait on. When I still can’t contact her, I try calling Taemin instead.

“Taemin!” I shout excitedly. I didn't expect for him to pick up at once.

“Oh, hey, Y/n! Did you just land?” he asks. His voice is quiet but jolly. I’m supposing he’s with his team, including Minho.

“Yes, it was an exhausting four-hour flight,” I complain.

“I literally just got off the phone with the staff. I asked them to bring me some lightsticks, banners and posters for the concert. And lucky for you, Euisoo Hyung managed to get his hands on an extra ticket and backstage pass.”

“You are awesome, Taemin!” I exclaim. “Wait, I don’t have pay for those, right?”

“Of course you do. Do you know how much our concert costs?” he suddenly sounds serious.

“Oh.” My excitement fails.

“No, no, I’m kidding. Calm down.” Now he is laughing.

“Taemin, you devil.” I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me.

“Whatever. Just text me the address of your new hotel so I can send you the package.”

“Will do. God! I’m so excited. I’ll see you at the concert, yeah? Good luck!” I say finally.

“Yeah. Talk to you later. I’m hanging up now.”

After we hang up, I see an unseen notification from Instagram. I open it, and a series of unread messages from Minho appears. Although it pains me to ignore him, I’d rather not talk to him than lie to him. He left five messages. Some of them are from days ago. He kept telling me that he was getting worried.

Ugh, I feel so bad.

I scroll up as I read back our messages further. I had to make something up so that I wouldn’t have to message him for a while. I told him that I was stressed and sleepless. That way, he would think that I’d be sick the proceeding days. As it turned out, it seems like he bought it. Again, I am such a bad person for doing this to somebody as kind and sweet as Minho.

As I scroll up even further, I come across an information that says, You unsent a message. “Oh, God,” I cringe at myself. It was supposed to be sent to one of my girl friends but I accidentally sent it to Minho. I hope he didn’t think that I was talking about him. I’d die of embarrassment!

I close our chat conversation since I can’t take anymore of my stupidity.

I stand up then, trying to reach my mom again, browsing around the pick-up area. When I least expect it, a very tall man with grey hair appears in front of me. As soon as I look up, my stomach twists instantly.

I almost drop my phone. “Dad?”

There are tears forming in his eyes. Without saying a word to me, he kneels down and pulls me into a hug. It is tight and long. Then he starts to sob.

I’m holding back my tears. “Dad, I need to talk to you about—”

“No, honey,” he says softly as he pats my back so gently, his voice shaking. “We’re alright. I’m just happy you finally came home.”

In his warm embrace, which I barely received throughout my life, I begin to cry as well as I hug him back.

. . .

“Alright, Mom, I will come by tomorrow. Love you,” I say sorely before dropping my phone beside me.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes. The sun has already disappeared. It’s already eight in the evening and I suddenly feel my stomach growling at me. I have not eaten anything since before landing this afternoon. Good thing my mom called me so I awake from my long nap. Despite it, I still feel a little tired.

I notice the folder when I place my phone back on the bedside table. It’s a compilation of contracts from three various modelling agencies my dad had managed to get his hands on with the help of some of his patients. Apparently, it’s his way of saying that he accepts me for who I am and he’ll never try to take control of my life again. And I know he didn’t say it verbally, but he’s sorry.

“But if you don’t feel comfortable with any of those companies, it’s fine. You decide,” he said to me whilst driving me here to the hotel. That was the sweetest voice I heard from my dad.

Our drive this afternoon was the best bond we had since he took me to Hong Kong Disneyland when Mom was on her business trip to Europe for a month. I was seven.

As I continue to stare at the folder with a happy heart, the telephone rings from the other side of the bed.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Miss Y/n? You have a package delivered at the reception. Would you like somebody to bring it up to your room?”

“No, that’s not necessary, I’ll just come and get it. I’m going to store anyway. Thanks!”

When I come back up to my hotel room with the package in hand, a group call from my friends vibrates on my butt. I open my laptop to answer it and we talk for almost two hours while I have my dinner.

It’s now ten past midnight when I hang up on my friends and I can feel the tiredness running up to my head. I just realized that I haven’t opened the package yet.

As I open it, my heart starts to race. The thought of meeting Minho in person is surreal to me. But what if he can’t forgive me for ghosting him for almost a week? What if he’d feel differently about me after he sees me? What if he decided that he doesn’t like me back?

Do you know what? Whatever happens, I will forever be thankful for having him in my life. Even if he wouldn’t like me back, who cares? I’d rather be only friends with him than losing him. He is the best thing that’s ever happened to me in a long time. He became the reason why I love waking up in the morning, just to talk to him and hear about his work, his friends, his family. Nobody makes me feel special like he does.

I am so ready for this! I really hope this goes well.

PART 3 (final)

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Virtual Walls

[COMPLETED SERIES]

PAIRING: Choi Minho x Reader

CATEGORY: soft romance

Number of parts: 3 Word count per part: 2.5k Overall word count: 7.7k

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

PREVIEW: Y/n can’t believe how close Minho is to her now. Just one step left and they finally meet. After all this anxiety and anticipation, she didn’t think she’d feel this intense yet blissful sensation. She could just stay here and watch him smile like that. Even if he doesn’t have to see her. Because of how happy she is right now, all her worries just went away in a heartbeat.

:: PART 1 ;; PART 2 ;; PART 3 (final) ::

based on a request by @kdrama-i-nation

i apologize that this took so long. this was supposed to be a one-shot instead of a series, i got carried away. but i hope you enjoy. xx

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Virtual Walls: Part 1

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. . .

4 DAYS BEFORE CONCERT

MINHO

“What could have happened to her?” I mumble to myself while I stare at our chat conversation.

“What could have happened to who?” Kibum suddenly sneaks up behind me, distracting my train of thought.

“Oh, hey.”

“What is going on with you?” He immediately noticed the apathy in my voice.

“He’s hung up on this girl he met on the internet. Apparently, she hasn’t messaged him in days.” Jinki says mockingly as he walks into the practice room from lunch.

“Hyung!” I yell at him, shaking my head. That is too much information.

“Really?” Kibum’s eyes widen in incredulity. “Hey, did you know that Minho’s got a girlfriend?” He turns to Jonghyun who just approached our circle.

“No, but I did notice that he’s been a little checked out lately,” Jonghyun Hyung informs everyone. “Wait, is that why? It’s because of her?” he asks me.

“She is not my girlfriend,” I say defensively. “I mean, we’re not there yet.”

“Okay, I’m losing interest,” Kibum declares, turning around with his hands in the air and leaving the conversation.

I sigh in frustration. This has been the longest we haven’t talked at all. Not even a ‘hello’ or a ‘good night.’ The last text she sent me was that she wasn’t sleeping well lately and that she was too exhausted. That was around eleven PM three nights ago. I can’t help but think that she might get sick and that no one can be there to take care of her. Maybe that’s why she’s not able to reply to my messages.

“Don’t worry about it too much. Just give her a little more time. Maybe she’ll have a reasonable explanation,” Jonghyun Hyung says as he taps my shoulder, trying to uplift me. “Come on. Lunch is over. We still have a lot to practice.”

Right, the rehearsal. The boys and I have a concert coming up and we’ve been hard at work for months now. It’s actually a good thing that I’m busy for a while so I can forget about her for at least a second. I can manage to snap out of it in order to focus since another important thing for me is our supporters. I can’t afford to let them down, can I?

But the thing is I haven’t stopped thinking about Y/n ever since we first talked via video call. I don’t normally chat up some random person I meet online and promptly connect with them. This is such a rare occurrence and so unexpected that it overwhelmed me for some time until I got used to that feeling. I got used to her sending me messages about her days, sending me selfies and telling me some random things that make me laugh.

Now, it all disappeared. I don’t exactly know why.

Six months ago, the day after my birthday, I was trying to dig in more of Instagram since I was literally new at it. I started to follow some film photographers. When I was scrolling down my Explore page, I came across a certain photo. I couldn’t pinpoint the certain detail that caught my attention but it fascinated me immediately. I didn’t think much about it so I hit like.

It was a grayscale photo of a woman with messy short hair from the wind at a beach somewhere. Her face doesn’t even show because it’s blurry for a motion purpose. It may not be much but I was mesmerized by it. It seemed so aesthetic and I thought it was ingenious and indescribable.

At that very second, I noticed that Taemin liked the photo too. He probably knew the photographer from his solo shoots.

I tapped on the mentioned model. To my awkward dissatisfaction, her account was private. At least I could read her bio, as what Kibum taught me it’s called. There was nothing much written on there but the South Korean flag, an airplane, and the Philippine flag emojis. Below it, it said Followed by lm_____ltm.

Curiosity spreads in my head. But at that time, I couldn’t do anything with it but just go back to work, preparing and rehearsing for the drama I was invited to be a part of.

The next day was a busy one. I had meetings, photoshoots and a magazine interview.

When the night came and I was finally settled at home, I decided to check my Instagram while I rested my tired feet before getting into the shower.

To my pleasant surprise, I got a message from the girl in the photo I liked. She followed me immediately. I followed her back. Her feed was full of aesthetic and artistic portraits. She also took some great landscapes and some photos are from photographers she worked for as a model. She’s pretty talented.

Hi, Minho! I just want to say thank you for liking the photo. It meant a lot to me so, again, thank you. Hope you had a good day.

So I wrote a reply. And from there, we chatted for an hour. The basic get-to-know stuff such as childhood, hometowns, job histories, and families. Nothing too deep.

Although unexpectedly, our conversation did start getting deeper, especially when she was talking about her father. She eventually suggested video chat so that it was easier to talk. Her eyes were a little teary while telling me how she felt all her life under her dad’s roof. I was a little surprised when she opened up to me right away, but of course I really wanted to listen as well. I felt honored to learn about her inner personality that early.

We did not only talk about her, but also, I felt comfortable sharing things with her. I told her how much soccer means to me and for the first time, no one made fun of me or told me that soccer is so boring. (Yes, I’m talking about Kibum.) She didn’t cut me off no matter how long I had been rambling about my experience in the military and how my career turned my life around. It’s like she already saw right through me and was just listening while resting her chin on her hand, nodding and laughing along, asking questions when she needed to. She showed me that she was engaged in what I was saying.

After we had to hang up, it felt like we’ve known each other for a very long time. I missed her already.

. . .

8 DAYS BEFORE CONCERT

Y/N

“Oh, honey. I can’t wait to see you,” Mom says on video chat, her voice cracking.

My throat starts to sore from trying not to tear up as well. I haven’t been with my friends and family, basically my real life, for over two years ever since my dad and I had the biggest fight ever.

“I’m going to pick you up at the airport, okay? I’ll send you the flight details via email.”

“Okay, Mom. Thanks. I’ll talk to you later,” I say, smiling lovingly at her. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, honey,” she says back before hanging up.

And I let it rip. I shut my laptop and cry my eyes out. I have not cried like this since my first day here.

Before all this happened, I was in my first year of medical school, which was my biggest life frustration. I wanted to be an artist. Still do. My father just never stopped controlling my life even when I turned into an adult. When I told him that I wasn’t going through med school, he just ignored me. But then he found my photos online, that’s when he flipped out.

“What’s next? Pornography?” he screamed at me. He got so furious that his veins were showing on his temples.

I normally wouldn’t talk back at him, let alone raise my voice in any way at anyone. This time, I snapped. “Being a model and an artist is different from doing porn, Dad. Did you ever even ask what I want? For once, open your fucking mind!”

Before I knew it, a rush of hot sensation electrified on the side of my face, making my sight blurry and my hearing faint for a minute. The next thing I knew was my nose wouldn’t stop bleeding. My father’s slap felt like a punch of a giant considering that he’s six-foot tall and I’m just a five-four. I didn’t get to hear his reproach and his after-all-what-I’ve-done-for-you poppycock, which I’ve heard all my life anyway.

I had it. I had enough. I needed to get out of that house. With my bleeding nose and faint hearing, I went up to my room and packed a suitcase.

It was my mom’s idea for me to get out of the country and go somewhere far from home, somewhere paradisiacal. Most importantly, being out of my father’s reach in order to heal by myself. Thank goodness my mom is a business woman who travelled a lot and got connections in tourism all over Asia. That’s how she got to send me here in Coron.

I wipe off my tears once I see Minho calling me through video chat on my phone screen.

I open my laptop again to accept his call.

“Look at this,” he says. His camera moves from side to side, showing me the empty audience area of the Olympic Gymnastics Arena.

“Wow! That is crazy,” I exclaim. “Well, probably not that crazy to you since you’ve done that like a million times?” I giggle at him while he flips his camera so I can see his handsome face.

“I can never get used to this. Really.” He shakes his head in delighted disbelief. “I wish you could be here.”

“I know. I’m sorry I can’t.” I bite my lip. My butthole is cringing as I keep lying to him. I’m just not good at it. The only person I’m good at lying is to my dad.

“That’s okay. I’ll come and visit you there once my schedule loosens,” he smiles brightly at me.

“Sure, if that ever happens,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyeballs.

“Shut up,” he laughs. “Anyway, I called so that I can see your face since I won’t be able to see you in a while I suppose. I’m going to be busier this week, with the concert coming up.”

“Yeah, I get it. Just text me whenever. I’ll be right here,” I bite my lip again. That is such a lie. I’m also trying not to react to the fact that he'll miss me.

“Alright. I have to go.”

“Work hard.” I wave at the screen. “Don’t hurt yourself!”

I hear his laugh before hanging up.

I’ve been thinking long and hard about this. I’ve been out here for far too long and I think it’s time to go back and face everything. Face my dad. Maybe that’s the purpose of meeting Minho. I know we haven’t literally met yet, but his impact in my life is unbelievable. Who would’ve thought that I could connect with somebody like this? Given that this has been the lowest point of my life.

I decided to surprise him by showing up to SHINee’s concert next week in Seoul. This gesture doesn’t even begin to express how grateful I am for him to walk into life. It’s just crazy whenever I think about it.

It was six months ago when I first encountered him. My friends back home kept messaging me for days that “Minho from SHINee” liked the photo I was in.

SHINee? I thought to myself. What’s the big deal then? The name sounded familiar, but I definitely had no idea who Choi Minho was.

So I tried to google ‘SHINee.’ When the results appeared, I immediately recognized Taemin, who I met at a club in Seoul one night. I then randomly ran into him again at a photoshoot of him with a photographer I worked for months before leaving the country. We kind of hit it off then, so we’ve been friends ever since.

During my stay here in the last two years, Taemin had sent me huge packages of my favorite local junk food several times since he knew that I missed home so much.

I tried calling him to ask about Minho at the time but he didn’t answer. Typical Lee Taemin. He was always busy. So I just continued relying on Google and YouTube.

I was on the computer for hours just watching every video I found of Minho: performances, fancams, press cons, variety show guestings. I came across his ‘I’m Home’ music video and I remember being incredibly attracted to him right away. In his grey and white luxurious home wear and with his short hair. Also, in the behind-the-scenes video of it, he was so adorable that I was at the brink of fangirling. I watched every music video of SHINee when I couldn’t get enough of him. He’s a real Rap God. And I must say, he looked so hot with red hair.

After realizing that Minho was indeed a big deal, I wrote a message to send him, just to thank him for his appreciation on my photo.

The next night, I heard my phone ding after I got out of the bath.

“Oh, my God.” I gasped. I couldn’t believe that Choi Minho had replied to my message. It’s not even worth replying to. I didn’t realize I didn’t exhale from the gasp until my heart started to jump.

I really liked your photo. It’s simple yet I connect to it like I can’t describe. Even though your face doesn’t show much, it’s a great photograph in general.

The message said that I received it 21 hours ago. Why did my stupid phone notify me just then?

My heart wouldn’t stop racing like trying to get out of my ribcage, I was panicking. I don't remember how it happened, but I naturally invited him to video chat after an hour of just texting.

For my poor heart to handle, he agreed right away.

We talked for hours that night. I genuinely started to feel like I had known him for a very long time. After hearing about his entire military service and his intense excitement for soccer, I didn’t feel like fangirling at all. Well, I did become his biggest fan but in the most supportive friendly way. I remember smiling involuntarily when I watched his eyes burn with so much passion as he spoke about the things he loves. He was telling me about how his life came about in an unexpected turn when he became a singer instead of a soccer player or a sports team owner. His career changed his life in the most beautiful way. Additionally, the love he has for his supporters, the way he talked about them, “Shawol” as he calls them, he doesn’t just refer to them as his fans but rather his family to take care of. It was unbelievably heart-warming watching the glimmer in his eyes and the smile on his face despite the ever-buffering internet connection.

Since then, there was never a day we didn’t text each other on Instagram messenger. Even when he’s busy from all his tight schedules, I’d still send him random selfies and silly voice messages to hopefully relieve him from stress somehow.

And now, I can’t get more excited to actually be with him. I can finally break these virtual walls and this huge ocean between us. I’ll be seeing him in a week and I’ve never felt this happy in so long.

PART 2

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Eviction Notice

Pairing: Lee Jinki x Kim Jonghyun (Jongyu)

Category: soft romance

Warnings: fluff, foul language

Word count: 1.7k

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JONGHYUN

The end of the day is here again. I count all these tips in my hand and figure I might be living in my broken car sooner or later for I’m still behind on paying rent.

Ugh, that fucking tiny dingy apartment.

I’d ask Jinki for help but he’s helped me enough already. I hate being a burden to him. Even though we’ve been together for over a year now, I want myself to be in a better state before I can offer him a life together.

I’ve been working in this bar for three years but it hasn’t gotten me anywhere. I always assured my mother that I’d be a successful songwriter, and that she’ll be hearing my songs on the radio by now. But here I am, scared to even call her because I’m too embarrassed. All I do is text her that I’m doing well so that she does not worry, and that I’m busy so she wouldn’t call.

I pack up my guitar into its hard case, bow to the waiters and to the manager, and head out the door of the bar.

Walking down the street, I watch a bus pass by me and towards the stop which is still almost a mile from where I am. I look at my watch, surprised to see that it’s already so late that it’s the last bus to my neighborhood. I force myself to hurry to the bus stop and to my luck, it has already gone by the time I get here.

Holy shit, I want to cry! This is all too much.

“There’s no way this would get any worse,” I mumble to myself.

I take a long exhausting walk tonight. Since it’s Friday, I bump into different drunk people in suits and in high heels several times. I wonder what they’re going through. There must be something that extremely bothers them that they’d drink this much, or they may have celebrated something. Maybe they just simply wanted to drink for no reason.

As I approach my apartment, about to struggle once again to unlock this broken doorknob, I feel a paper crunch under my sneakers. Confused, I pick up the envelope to check it out.

My heart drops. It does get worse.

It’s an eviction notice.

...

JINKI

I park my car in front of Jonghyun’s building. I walk up three flights of stairs, ignoring all the squeaky noises that I’ve been hearing every time I come here. It’s an old building after all. I offered to live together countless times, told him that it’s just for the purpose of saving money, and at least a helping hand until he moves to a better flat, but he insisted that he wanted to do things on his own, that he hates to be a bother.

He could never be a burden to me. If anything, he makes my life better. He is my inspiration. He stuck by me all throughout college when I wanted to give up. At first, I thought I liked him just because I needed him. Turns out I need him more now because I love him so much.

I’m about to knock on his door when I notice it ajar.

“Jonghyun! Why did you leave your door open, stupid?” I yell, inviting myself into his small apartment although he is nowhere in sight. When I put down the bag of food I brought for us on his kitchen counter, I see an unopened envelope. It’s another eviction notice. This has happened three times now. The first two, I just secretly paid for. This time, apparently, he saw it first.

I suddenly hear the bathroom door screech open and bang shut, making me jump.

“Oh, you’re here,” Jonghyun calls out behind me, making me jump again.

“God, you scared me!” I turn around to face him then he kisses me on the corner of my mouth. He’s wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. His hair is dripping, my eyes only saw his prominent chest.

I swallow. “Umm, is your lock broken again?”

“Yeah, I have a spare one right there,” he points under his coffee table. “I’ll get to it after I get dressed.”

“Let me do it,” I insist, taking the hardware store paper bag and unpack whatever’s inside as Jonghyun heads to his bedroom. I hear his wardrobe open and close.

“Where’s your screwdriver?” I shout.

“Here.” He walks towards me and hands it to me, splashing droplets of water everywhere from his hair.

“I bought chicken and beer.” I say while replacing his whole doorknob. I’m pretty used to fixing things up since where Minho and I lived together in college wasn’t a very nice place either.

...

JONGHYUN

I grab two cans of beer from the counter and sit on the floor behind the coffee table in the living room. “Maybe we should just move in together,” I randomly say to Jinki who is at my door fixing the lock.

I don’t hear a response so I get up and stand behind him after I place the cans down.

I rest my chin on his shoulder while I hug him from behind. “I mean, it would make much more sense, right?

He turns his head to face me and just smiles.

“What?” I ask him.

“Okay,” he says, carrying on turning the screws.

“Really?”

“Well, I‘ve been offering you to live with me ever since you moved out here.”

That’s true. Jinki has always offered to help me. He lived in this city two years before I did. He stands by me because he believes in me and he doesn’t fail to remind me that everyday. Thinking about this makes me cry.

So I let go of him and look at the floor. Eventually, I start weeping.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks.

“I’m just thinking about how you were always there for me, but all I do is decline your help,” I say, my voice cracking. I wipe my tears away before sitting down by his feet.

He drops the tools on the ground and kneels down to give me a comforting hug and a kiss on the forehead.

I’m crying even more, now with an entirely different reason. That eviction notice is the last straw. It just proves how messed up my life is right now. Moving in with Jinki would make things easier. More importantly, I’m not going to be alone anymore as I let him in. So much for the plan.

“I know, I know,” he hugs me even tighter while caressing my hair. He understands how fragile I am. He knows how much I need him. Even when I didn’t need him, or at least when I thought I didn’t, all the time he tells me that he’s grateful and happy to have me in his life. And that's just enough boost to keep me going.

...

JINKI

A few minutes have passed and I just finished fixing Jonghyun’s door. I look around the room to find him drinking the beer I bought him while watching TV.

“Jinki! Are you done? Come and sit with me,” he shouts weakly.

Without saying anything, I proceed towards him and join him on the couch.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jonghyun tells me as he lays down and uses my lap as his pillow.

I stare down at him, noticing his nose is still red from weeping. I still don’t say anything to respond but just smile at him lovingly.

“Listen, you know what I want to do before leaving this place? Something we haven’t done before.”

I think for a second. No idea. “What?” I say, grabbing the unopened can of beer on the coffee table.

He sighs. “You’re so pure, Lee Jinki,” he teases me. He always does make fun of me for being with one girl for seven years.

While I moped around because of my break-up, I watched him going in and out of relationships with different people back in college. Kibum was too wild for him while Taemin was too immature as he told me. Girls he had flings with are just experiments since he never got attached too deeply.

He sits up and turns around to face me. He starts looking into my eyes.

I stare back, still unsure about what's happening.

He sees right through me and lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You’re so cute.” The next thing I know is he’s leaning closer to me and placing a kiss on my lips for a good two seconds. After another three seconds, he adjusts himself and tilts his head slightly to dig in deeper. His tongue starts to slide into my mouth.

My eyes open widely in shock when I finally know what he meant. I’ve always been nervous about doing it with a man. Jonghyun already attempted twice but I always got scared and backed off. But now’s the time. I want to.

He pulls away, his expression looks seriously devilish as he doesn’t break eye contact. I swallow, feeling sweat forming along my scalp.

Despite my racing heart, I let him kiss me again. This time, I kiss back. Playing my tongue with his and cherishing his every taste. I climb onto his lap so that he’s in between my legs. I wrap my arms around his neck as we continue making out.

He feels so amazing.

The heat from our bodies combined intensifies. He begins undressing his upper half and does mine next. He nudges me a little to signal me to get off. I then follow him as he takes my hand and stands up to bring this along to his bedroom. I shut the door a little too hard that the thud echoes as if to the entire building.

Starting tomorrow, this, together with this place despite being old and ugly, will be part of our loveliest memories.

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A Hundred-dollar Bill: PART 4

Warning: foul language, fluff Word count: 1.9k

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I gently pull away from Taemin’s cuddle to get up. He immediately rolls his whole body the other way, finding Kibum who is spooning Minho on the other side. Once again, I stare at all my best friends. This time they’re sleeping so soundly and this, for me, is enough to provide me comfort. However, I somehow feel sorry for getting them into this mess.

I adjust this one blanket for them to squeeze in.

I grab Minho’s cigarette pack and head to the roof of the building to wait for the sun to rise.

Once I’m sat on the dirty, dusty cement, I light a cigarette to my satisfaction.

I think of my parents. I don’t really believe in life after death but I genuinely hope they’re happy and together wherever they may be. I wish there was a way to let them know how much I miss them. Also, I really hope they don’t see how I’m doing right now because my dad would for sure beat me up.

“Hey, can I get a hit of that?” I hear someone say after a couple of minutes of my alone time.

I turn my head to look behind me. It’s Taemin. “Oh, hey.”

“That ‘hey’ doesn’t sound like you’re happy to see me,” he giggles. He takes the cigarette from my lips and then to his.

“A singer isn’t supposed to smoke, right?”

“Who says I’m a singer?”

I stare at him in confusion after I light myself another stick. “Spill it.”

“Nobody knows this. Well, except for Kibum Hyung since he’s all for social media and happened to find the article. Thanks for looking it up by the way,” he jokes. “About a month ago,” he starts. “Euisoo Hyung handed me the news that he handled my situation and proved to the media and to everybody that the rumors about me are wrong. I don’t know how he did it, I didn’t ask, but I’m just grateful. Not to mention relieved. He said that I can get back to work as soon as I’m ready. And I asked him to give me some time to think about it.”

“What? Taemin, what’s there to think about? This is your dream.”

“It was. I already lived it for six years and I couldn’t feel more honored and fortunate, but…” He hesitates.

“But what?”

He sighs. “I have a new dream. I realized that living a lowkey life made me happier, less pressured, especially with the person I love. I decided to go back to the original plan, which is to become a dancer. Not exactly a singer,” he says, tipping the cigarette butt out of his hands.

I watch his eyes twinkle under the upcoming sunrise sky. There is not a drop of doubt that he’s really sure about this. I always wondered how hard it was for him to recover from all the hate, and his fans cancelling on him. He didn’t really open up this deeply. Now, here he is, rising from the ashes.

“Last night, when I went out while Kibum Hyung rested, I talked to Euisoo Hyung again.”

“Really? And?”

“He told me that I’m going to have a meeting with the board of the directors about my choreography and songwriting career. Turns out there still is a reputation to ruin I just realized. So…”

“So what happened last night can’t happen again,” I finish his thought.

“Well, not everything that happened. There are some moments I want to make happen again.” He gives off a grin, trying not to giggle at his own flirty information.

“Wait, let’s get back to that part where you mentioned somebody you love. What’s that about exactly?” I join his kidding around.

Now he can’t hold his laugh.

We stare at each other for a while as the laughter fades. Slowly, he begins to lean into me to gently put his lips onto mine. Then carefully slides his tongue against mine as they start to dance together.

It feels different this time. It’s more tender and more passionate. It’s less wild but more gentle. Less lustful but more pleasant. Less exciting but more caring.

He pulls away. “Look, I know we’ve never talked about this. Us. I never brought it up because I want everything to stay the same and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Yeah, I know, me too. I like the way we are.” I smile brightly at him, involuntarily. I take a deep breath as I’ve decided to say what I’m about to say. “I love you though.”

Tears form in his eyes like they wanted to say the same thing to me. I watch them close as he starts kissing me again.

The sun has come up which marks the end of everything reckless and rebellious and the beginning of something prudent and responsible.

. . .

We wouldn’t see one another for months after that day. We lived separately for a bit to focus on our own lives, to be better.

But we did hang out from time to time, just not as often as we did before. Lucky for us, we had each other—we still do—to realize that it’s never too late to start over. It’s from each other where we learned that each of us is like a hundred-dollar bill. No matter how much we’re folded, crumpled, and stepped on, we never lost our value.

We never experienced what it was like to be living free as youngsters because our lives fucked us up so early. That’s also why we lived it in our late twenties. Although one certain thing we know is that we have no regrets, especially after we found each other.

It is now six years later and so much has changed. Our individual lives have never been better, and we’ve never been happier.

Taemin is now a well-known, well-esteemed singer turned choreographer and songwriter, working with famous pop groups and soloists. He would make a comeback once in a while as a singer but it doesn’t become his priority.

Four years ago, just a year after his career peak, Taemin showed Kibum’s secret sketched designs to a famous designer he worked with for some time for his comeback.

Long story short, Kibum finished fashion school where he was sponsored by that same designer, who also became his mentor. Later on, his social media following started growing and he would be interviewed and be featured by different magazine and publishing companies. He would work on his own clothing line little by little in collaboration with various famous fashion icons.

Minho served the military for two years after he ran away from his father, who patched things up with him recently. After his military service, he reunited with his former soccer coach in college and they trained day and night without taking any breaks at all. I would cook and prepare us a picnic, then the rest of us would visit him in the field. He would soon make the national team. And after being reserved in the bleachers for so long, just months ago, he was responsible for their team’s rare championship and is awarded as the Most Valuable Player this season. Now, Minho becomes one of the famous successful football players who peaked in their thirties.

. . .

As I’m tidying up for closing, I hear the bell ring as somebody enters my bakeshop. I turn around to see Taemin, who instantly puts a smile on my face.

“Hey, you,” he greets with a warm hug.

“Hi,” I say before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “I’m almost ready. Hold on a second.”

After I check all the lights in the back rooms and am about to walk out the front door, all ready to go, I catch Taemin lost in thought. He admires the place, then looks at me. Staring at me with twinkle in his eyes.

“What wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head and loses eye contact. “I’m just so proud of you,” he says, trying not to smile so widely.

This was the same café where Kibum and I first had lunch. This was the place where our friendship grew. This was where the rest of our lives began. When I found out that they were selling it a year ago, I had no second thoughts and did everything to get it. And now, here we are.

“Yeah, well,” I grab both of his hands and sigh in serenity and bliss. “I am proud of us.”

He looks at the ground, cringing all of a sudden.

I wrap my hands around his neck to draw him closer, and kiss him tenderly, catching his tongue on mine.

He hums in pleasure. “Do we still have time?”

I pull away, laughing at him. “No, we don’t.”

He sulks and shows a childish sad face.

“Come on. We’re late to meet the guys.”

After a half an hour drive, we arrive at Kibum’s newly renovated, newly furnished house. Now’s only the first time we’re all visiting because he wanted it to be a surprise. When I finally recognized the place, it made me almost cry. Even though he changed almost all its features, it still brought back the memories we shared out here. It’s the place where we broke in six years ago, almost getting caught by the police.

While Taemin goes in through the front door to deliver the cake I baked and the champagne we brought, my impulse orders me to head to the backyard where the swimming pool was located.

I catch Minho out on the patio, grilling meat and sausages. I spy the rest of the area, and my sight lands on the swimming pool. Turns out it’s the only feature that hasn’t changed. Although, it’s way cleaner and way more gorgeous.

I can’t help but let the tears fall.

Minho finally sees me when he takes a sip of his beer. “Y/n, hey, you’re here!” He was about to welcome me with open arms but then he notices that I’m crying. “What’s wrong?”

My voice breaks. “I know it’s silly, but it’s just we had such memories here, and now we’re—” I can’t go on. I’m already weeping.

“Come here,” he hugs me anyway and places a peck on my forehead.

“Minho, what’s going on out there?” Kibum finally appears, Taemin following behind him holding four glasses in between his fingers and the bottle of champagne in his other hand..

“Nothing!” I say, holding back tears even though there’s no point.

“Oh, honey.” Kibum reaches out and wraps his arms around me. Taemin and Minho are behind me embracing each others’ hellos too.

So we have dinner at Kibum’s patio. Later on in the night, we all jump into the very swimming pool that I never thought I would see again. Back then, I thought I’d have to cherish every moment because I might not be able to live it again. But that moment happens again right now. And it will keep on happening.

We bond all night like we always have. Minho’s competitive rock-paper-scissors, Taemin’s harsh tickling, and Kibum’s savage comments. Although this time, we’re not fucked up adults anymore.

Once again, I propose a toast. “To fucking friendship.”

“To fucking friendship!”

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We run and we run through the night. It feels like forever. Everything passes by so rapidly that I could barely see where we’re going. City lights, houses, buildings. I don’t even see traffic lights anymore.

As long as I see three people on my side, I don’t stop.

After another while, Minho halts in front, making us all bump into him. “You have got to be shitting me,” his eyes are so wide I think they’re about to fall off.

I follow where his sight is. On our far ten o’clock, there are two black sedans with tinted windows, where men in black suits get out and start coming towards us. With the police behind us, and now this, we have to keep moving.

Minho has run away from his father’s house. “It’s scary, you know?” he told me when we had a heart-to-heart talk earlier by the pool. “But it’s scarier to be miserable under his roof and doing nothing about it. I just had to do it. I owe this to myself.”

Apparently, this is day one of his independence, and it hasn’t gone so great when his father’s troops found him.

“This way,” Minho orders, then turns right to the corner just near where we’re currently at. The rest of us follow behind.

Once again, we are running.

I'm running as fast as I can despite my burning lungs and sore muscles. With Minho almost five feet ahead of me, Kibum just on my right, and Taemin not far behind us. We're not criminals, just fucked up adults with fucked up lives. People are coming at us in every direction.

As I’m watching Minho race in front of me, one of the guys in black suits suddenly appears before him.

“Minho!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

Before we know it, two more guys approach him, grabbing him by his arms.

“No!”

“Let go of him!” Taemin shouts as he runs to attack one of the guys.

With no time to lose, Kibum and I fly towards those huge men with everything we’ve got. I jump on this one guy’s back who got his hands on Minho, wrapping my arms around his neck to try and choke him. “You messed with the wrong kids, buddy!”

He falls too distracted and finally lets go of Minho to get rid of me, but I don’t get off of him. I notice a gun hanging from his belt as I struggle to hold his strength.

“Kibum!” I call out.

Once he turns around to face my direction, I immediately kick the gun towards him and to my amazement, he catches my hint and gets a hold of the gun.

I jump off the man and take the gun from Kibum’s hands. I point it at the man’s head in a position I was taught as a kid. “Hey!” I scream to get all their attention.

They all turn to me. The men slowly throw their hands in the air. Even my friends are in shock. They’ve never seen this side of me before.

“Let us go, or I’ll blow your fucking heads off!” I look the three men dead in their eyes.

“Y/n?” Minho mumbles, looking petrified. Next to him, I see Taemin. I’ve never seen his eyes this scared before.

Nobody moves until a few seconds later. I sharply catch one of the men about to reach for his own gun.

“Don’t you even think about it.” My voice is soft but it seems to intimidate them.

While I keep staring them down, I start to hear sirens fading in louder. The other group of people chasing after us have found us this far.

“Shit! We have to go,” Taemin panics.

“Guys, get behind me,” I command Minho and Taemin as Kibum is already next to me.

They carefully do as I say while I’m still pointing the gun to the man's head.

Once all of my friends are on my side, I try to threaten these goons one more time. “Don’t ever come across us again. If I ever see any of you trying to get your hands on Minho again, I will haunt you all down. You have no idea what I’m capable of doing to people like you.” I somehow manage to let the devil inside me show. After all these years.

We are now ready to get out of here. I stand back slowly as my friends follow. The moment I stand at least six feet from those men, I get down, and slide the gun towards one of them.

“Come on,” I say to my friends.

Here we go again, running as fast as we can. It is now the police we are yet seeking to lose.

We run and we run. Once again.

After what feels like six hours, the sirens begin to fade away and I don't see anyone racing after us anymore. Still, we don’t stop.

“There! I see a building.” Minho faces us for a second and points to the direction of what looks like an abandoned building in the middle of this ghost town.

This place is nowhere near I recognize which can mean we must’ve gone far. We are so quick that for sure, nobody is able to gain on us. I didn’t even know I still had it in me. Hell, I didn’t know Kibum had it in him to run that fast non-stop, considering that he’s the least athletic among us. God, where else could this adrenaline take us?

We reach the building and enter. And finally, we stop running. It’s dark and too quiet that to my relief, I can hear everyone’s deep breaths clearly.

However, that relief doesn’t last one second. Ahead of me, I watch Kibum flimsily fall on his knees, then his side. I hurry towards him and kneel, rolling him up on my arms and lap.

“Kibum! Are you okay?”

He’s closing his eyes, only his sclerae show.

I pat his cheek thrice, trying to shake him awake. “No, Kibum. Stay with me.”

He’s not responding but still conscious. I can feel his heart racing so fast.

“Help me,” I beg, looking up at Minho.

Minho quickly picks him up. “Come on, we have to get to cover just in case.”

The three of us are looking around for a spot where we can’t be easily found. The building is huge, all bare cement without anything else. It looks like a discontinued construction. Broken doors, shattered glass windows, cracked tiles from what looks like supposed to be a restroom.

I found flights of stairs heading to the next floors up. We keep climbing until we reach the fourth floor, which has more walls and less doorways, just to be as sure as possible that no one will find us. If they ever do, the walls will buy us some time to run for it.

“I think we’re fine here,” I mutter, finally calm enough to breathe.

I take my backpack from Taemin and pull something out from it. His top and socks, which I have no idea how I managed to place them in here while all the running. Some snacks, one liter bottle of water, and two fluff blankets.

“Wow, what else do you have in there? No wonder it’s so fucking heavy.” Taemin complains as he hammers his shoulder and lower back with his fists.

This isn’t the first time I got chased around and hid somewhere for days.

I unroll one blanket to lay on the floor. “Minho, elevate Kibum's feet.”

Minho does as I say while I unbutton Kibum’s pants and remove his t-shirt, leaving his sleeveless undergarment on, just to prevent him from tight clothing and let heat come out from his body.

“Taemin, hand me the water.”

I lift Kibum’s head and his upper back, placing the mouth of the bottle near his. “Kibum, you have to drink some water, okay?”

To my complacency, he eventually responds. He struggles, but tries to drink carefully, little by little. He hums to signal that he’s done.

I place his head back down gently and drink some water myself. “You’re going to be alright.” I exhale freely.

I'm thankful for the tall light posts outside so we can see a little brightly in here.

Minho stares at me. He still looks a little shaken from what I’ve shown earlier.

“What?” I ask him when he still doesn’t lose eye contact.

“What the fuck was that all about, Y/n? I’ve never seen you pointing guns at people. Are you an assassin or something? What got into you?”

It reminds me. I’ve never told my friends my whole life story. I look down to think, then stroke Kibum’s hair several times more. I sigh as I’m about to unfold a story I have never told anyone before.

My father was the head of security working for politicians back in the day. He came across some people who became his enemies. As a child, I oftentimes saw him come home with an injury. He didn’t dillydally around me and my mom and always warned us that we were surrounded by bandits. So he began training me to fight at age thirteen.

While other teens spent their weekends partying, I spent my Saturdays working out, doing mixed-martial arts and shooting guns. It’s also one of the reasons why I never had any friends. On Sundays, I would always bake cakes and cookies with my mom. Although I wasn’t allowed to eat too many of them since I was in training.

When I was seventeen, our house was attacked by my father’s enemies. He died trying to protect us while I fought off those who tried to hurt my mom and she and I escaped safely.

“So after my dad died, we began staying at his sister’s house. As you know, from there, my mom had cancer and passed away that same year.”

I see Minho nod sympathetically as I carry on.

“Wait, how did you get the babysitting job at that house?” Taemin asks me.

“After I finished high school, I moved out from my aunt’s house since I didn’t want to be a burden anymore. But she did insist on offering to pay for my studies until I finished since that was what he promised my dad. I got that babysitting job along with other jobs I did during college, like waiting tables and office administration. So, yeah.”

Minho smiles at me toothlessly and reaches for my hand. “I’m sorry. We had no idea.”

I shake my head to tell him that there are no apologies needed, smiling at him back.

“But thank you.” He squeezes my hands tighter.

While Minho and I are having a moment, Taemin suddenly sighs loudly as he stands up. “Okay! While you guys are falling for each other, I’m going to buy us some more food and water.”

I laugh as I roll my eyes at him.

“Well, I’m going to have a smoke up on the roof. Join me?” Minho offers me.

“Later. I’ll stay here with Kibum for a while.”

After a half an hour of waiting, Kibum finally wakes up. “What happened?”

“You’re okay, sweetie,” I tell him. “We got away from everybody. We’re safe now.”

“God, I can’t believe it,” he buries his face in his hands for a second. “It felt like we were running to Daegu.” He immediately gets up from Minho’s lap, although weakly, it’s as if he didn’t faint at all.

And just like that, everything’s okay again. With these people, we can get ourselves into trouble and get out of it so well, as long as we’re all together. It’s kind of our combined superpower.

Laughter and playful acts have started to rise again for another hour like nothing happened earlier tonight.

“Well, since the night is still young, if you’re down, I have something for you. Take it as thanks for coming into my life and for being my family when I had no one. Also, as a victorious gesture.” I announce as I pull out something from my backpack quite too big to fit which is wrapped in a white cloth to avoid it spilling over. Fortunately, it didn’t go to waste.

Minho unties the knot and reveals more or less ten little cartons of soju. All three of them drop their jaws in pleasant surprise.

“You asked what else I have in there? There’s your answer.” I giggle, turning to Taemin.

He smiles back at me and kisses my hair as thanks.

“Woah, Y/n! That backpack is a miracle worker. How the hell did it all fit in there?” Kibum exclaims.

“I have my ways.” I shrug.

“I have something too. It’s not much but…” Kibum also grabs something from his shoulder bag. It’s a little portable wireless speaker. He turns it on to let music blast.

“Here’s to friendship and to fucking freedom!” I propose.

They all tap my soju with theirs. “To fucking freedom!”

So we party for the rest of the night in the middle of nowhere, having the time of our lives like we always do together. Kibum and I dance to Taemin’s ‘Move’ while the other two just drink, laughing their asses off at us. We still have a long night ahead despite being chased by cops and by men in suits. We leave it all behind at once and just enjoy our missed youth.

We decided to spend the night here. It’s a little uncomfortable but all are deep sleepers.

Well, except for me. Regardless of three servings of soju.

PART 4 (final)

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A Hundred-dollar Bill: PART 2

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“Shit, Y/n! There are security cameras,” Kibum whispers in panic.

“Relax, honey. Those aren’t working,” I say self-confidently. “What, you think I’d bring you all here without thinking it through? Just remember all the warnings I discussed earlier and we’ll be fine.”

“Good point,” Taemin sides with me. He pulls me by my nape and starts kissing me.

“Oh, God! You promised you guys wouldn’t do that in front of us anymore,” Kibum nags.

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” Taemin defends, laughing.

“Alright, Minho, you ready?” I look around for him but he’s nowhere I see.

My heart twists. Shit, please don’t tell me we fucked up this early. The sun hasn’t even completely gone down yet. “Oh, fuck! Where is he?”

“Calm down, bitch. He’s already up there,” Kibum nods to Minho who is already up the wall fence. He bursts out guffawing, clapping his hands twice.

“Oh, thank God,” I exhale in relief. I thought he was caught by security or something.

“Who’s the wuss now?” Minho mocks me but looks at Taemin. Their look seems like they’re communicating something I don’t know about. I end up ignoring it.

Once he gets to the other side of the fence, Minho then buzzes us into the huge gate of the property. Everything is just as I remembered it. All four of us proceed in various directions to check the whole garden out.

“Wow, I think I just found my dream house,” Kibum’s mouth opens in awe.

I nod to agree. This place definitely is breathtaking, especially with its luxurious landscape. Too bad Kibum doesn’t get to see how everything looks inside the actual house. Although, people who live here aren't as amazing as this. A bunch of obnoxious asses and whiny princesses.

As I carry on looking around, I suddenly hear a splash coming from the other side of the property. Therefore I run, going around the house to catch Taemin who has already jumped into the swimming pool.

“Woo! Come on, jump in!” he calls out to us. He then hops out and dashes towards me, all dripping.

“Whoa, whoa! What do you think you’re doing?” I drop my backpack before it gets soaked.

Before I can stop him, Taemin wraps his strong arms around my thighs and picks me up, spinning me around. He then runs to the edge of the pool and lets himself fall into the water backwards, making me drown out my scream.

“Holy shit, that’s cold,” I shiver once I catch my breath. “Kibum, come on!” I shout and call out to him.

“Maybe later. I don’t think I—no, no, NO! Minho, stop!” he shrieks as Minho suddenly grabs him bridal style but one leg hangs out, and throws him to the water forcefully, making us all laugh and cheer boisterously.

Not long after, Minho also jumps in to join the fun. He hugs his knees in the air, and dives in in a cannonball.

We spend hours playing in and out of the pool, having the time of our lives that we don't notice the sun disappear. We all declare water wars, swimming races, and chicken fights.

The moment won't be complete without Minho’s serious rock-paper-scissors shit. Sometimes I don’t even know what it’s for anymore.

Taemin is being extra playfully flirty. Stealing me kisses, he would even kiss me underwater. He carries me around in his arms and looks into my eyes while his are sparkling like I've always seen them every time they’re on me. He doesn’t even care when the other two boys are splashing water at us. I don't know why I'm surprised since we have been flirting back and forth. Although we never talk about our feelings and just always live in the spur of the moment.

After the night gets a little bit deeper, while Kibum explores the place some more, I decided to rest for a bit, now trying to airdry myself a little. I watch the two boys who are still in the pool. Taemin carries Minho onto his shoulders and falls backwards, creating a huge splash, making Minho snot out chlorine water.

I laugh silently. Cherishing every moment I have with these guys, the three people I love most in the world. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them.

I hear Kibum sigh deeply as he sits down next to me on the floor. “When I finally have the money, I will build something like this. Big garden, small rooms. But bigger space for my wardrobe.”

“Would you let me live in?” I ask him.

“Hmm, well, that depends. If you still don’t have a boyfriend by then, which I doubt, then I will.”

I hiss at him. “What are you talking about? Boyfriend?”

“Oh, honey, how hard did your past fuck you up? It’s so obvious, you and Taemin. Minho noticed it too. Stop trying to hide it.”

I glare at him.

“What?”

My expression fades as I sigh in frustration. “I don’t think he’ll ever be serious with me. It’s just kissing. I mean, he’s a fucking superstar. Once he gets back in business, he will get busy then, and eventually forget about me. I’m just someone who he kills time with.”

“Hmm, yeah? But from the way you two look at each other? I don’t think what you have is just for fun, trust me. Besides, he told me that—” he abruptly stops talking, slapping his own mouth shut.

“What?” My eyes widen with shock and intrigue. “Kibum, what did he tell you?”

Before he can start speaking again, an extremely raucous alarm blares, making my eardrums throw up.

“What the fuck?” I look around to figure out what’s going on. My heart is jumping in nervous disturbance and I can barely hear my own voice. I glance at the pool but Minho and Taemin are no longer there.

In horror, they both hurriedly appear before me from the front of the house.

“What the fuck did you do?” I yell at them.

“I may have accidentally pulled something over there.”

“God, Taemin! I thought I already told you not to touch anything near the main door!” I make my voice as loud as I can. It’s somehow easy since I’m fucking furious! “We’ve got to get out here.”

Everybody panics with me and quickly grabs everything they own.

Taemin takes my backpack next to me while I pull out his t-shirt and socks hanging from the drying wire. We both quickly follow Kibum and Minho who are already climbing up the same wall fence in which way we came in earlier. The alarm is still vibrating in my skull.

Kibum reaches for my hands and Minho for Taemin, pulling us up.

Once we get to the ground outside property, a security guard calls out to us with two police cars already behind him.

“Holy sh—run!” Taemin shouts in terror.

And we all do.

PART 3

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A Hundred-dollar Bill

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CATEGORY: adventure/romance

CHARACTERS: Reader, Kim Kibum, Choi Minho, Lee Taemin

Warning: foul language

Number of parts: 4 Word count per part: 1.8k Overall word count: 6.8k

PREVIEW: Y/n is running as fast as she can despite her burning lungs and sore muscles. With Minho almost five feet ahead of her, Kibum just on her right, and Taemin not far behind them. They are not criminals, just fucked up adults with fucked up lives. People are chasing after them in every direction. How the hell did they get here?

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A Hundred-dollar Bill: PART 1

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“Mmm, Y/n, these are delicious!” Kibum exclaims as he takes one more full bite of my homemade triple chocolate cookies.

“Hand me one!” Taemin says, concentrating on the television screen where he and Minho are playing PS4.

“I'm really glad you like it. I’ve always loved baking,” I say to Kibum while joining him on Minho’s bed, ignoring Taemin. “This is actually my first time baking again ever since after my mom passed long ago. If you want I could—”

“Yeah!” Minho roars in the middle of his basement bedroom, making me jump. “I won, motherfucker!”

“I guess you're happy now?” Taemin mocks him while throwing the controller on the couch. Minho doesn’t ever let it go every time he loses a game. He would force his opponent to play more of FIFA 18 with him until he finally wins.

Minho continues to yell victoriously while he runs around the room with both of his hands in the air like an Olympic champion. He proceeds to Kibum and I on the bed. He jumps, and lands on us belly first.

“Ah!” I shriek in cramping pain, his boney hips hitting my thigh. “What the hell!”

Kibum, who doesn’t even look up from his phone, scrunches his forehead in irritation. “Hey, get off!”

While Minho annoys us even more by moving all his limbs like he’s swimming, together with his contagious high-pitched laugh, an idea comes to mind. With all the strength I have, I heavily climb on top of him, sitting on his butt to pin him down. I avenge, starting to poke and scratch his sides up and down.

“Shit, no!” Now laughing even louder because of the tickling, he suddenly draws his whole heavy body to roll to the side, making me crash onto Kibum’s shin. Now he’s the one pinning me down. Before I know it, Taemin jumps in and starts tickling me with his fingers, switching back and forth my neck and my stomach. It’s like they planned to destroy me.

“What did I ever do to you, Taemin!” I scream at him breathlessly, shaking my whole body in a struggle to escape the boys’ strong grasp.

“Hey! Would you guys stop that?” Kibum, the one who bitches the most, shakes up from the bed and transfers to the sofa where the other two boys were playing video games. “Why am I even friends with you?” he complains, taking another one of my cookies from their box on the side table.

Minho and Taemin stop what they’re doing. Breathless but are still laughing at me.

I’m finally free, exhausted from their physical bullying. I look like I’ve just had rough sex and got all fucked up in bed. “He’s right. Why am I even friends with you?” I sulk. I am sick of always being the weakest target. I blow my messed up hair away from my face as I get up and follow Kibum to the couch. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. “Kibum, save me.”

“That’s on you, babe. That’s what you get from bringing us all together in the first place,” he says, as sassy as ever.

Oh, right. I did introduce them to one another. I met them all separately. In different places and different times, but all in the same year. Two years ago.

I first encountered Kibum on Instagram. I followed him and commented on his IGTV about easy outfit hacks. It’s from him where I learned how to cut my jeans stylishly when they’re too long, or turn old clothes into good-as-new ones. He is brilliant. I even sent him a private message to tell him that, and we ended up hitting it on.

A few days after that, I ran into him on the streets of the city. I’m genuinely surprised that he recognized me, chatted me up and practically forced me to have lunch with him. He fell comfortable with me that same day and blurted out all his frustrations about being stuck in life. He had been wanting to go to fashion school but money was too tight and the influencing career wasn’t really working. I was weirded out at first since I’m not really good at making friends. But this guy appreciated me instantly just because of my comment on his post. I don’t get that a lot. He said that I was only one of the few who constantly followed him and actually cared. Plus, I was the only one who's close by.

He’s been doing Instagram for years but his audience had grown too slowly, which I didn’t understand. Kibum’s work was absolutely impressive and effective.

We had been having dinner at the same café, where we had lunch for the first time, almost every evening since then. We just connected.

Taemin used to be a famous pop singer but his career fucked up because of rumors gone wrong about him using drugs to appear happy and funny in reality shows.

It was a late night, just around two months after I met Kibum, a man with bleach blond hair in a dark hoodie bumped into me for running from men with huge cameras. In my attempt to help out, I ran after him and pulled him up into an alley where he’d be hardly seen. However, my plan failed and he started to panic. When the paparazzi was gaining on us, I started panicking as well. So without extra thinking, I pushed him onto the wall and made out with him. That way, they’d be too uncomfortable to even look and just puzzledly proceed to different directions.

Taemin stayed on my couch that same night and disappeared the next morning. On my way home from work a few days later, he randomly approached me to borrow money for some errands—which I did lend him—and offered to pay triple. I immediately and strongly declined that payment. Instead, I asked him to have dinner with me and Kibum at the café.

We, including Taemin himself, expected that he’d just eat with us only for a few days, but he figured it was a safe place where almost no one crazy could recognize him and chase after him, especially when he dyed his hair back to its natural color.

Since then, I’ve got two best friends by my side.

Minho is the son of my boss—well, former boss—who is the CEO of the company I worked for, which he’d soon inherit. He hated the company. Hell, he hated his father. So did I, which is why I quit just recently.

Minho and I bonded over cigarette breaks every four P.M., right before my work hours ended. I’d then head to the café to meet up with Kibum and Taemin.

One afternoon, he just invited himself to join us since he claimed that he had nowhere else to go.

Just then, our little group stopped growing in numbers and started growing something tight and unbreakable. We would learn about each other’s hardships and be there for one another. We would celebrate every little achievement. The bond that we had was just very natural and unexpected. Some of us had fights but they were never too serious and we would realize that our friendship is always bigger than anything. We are the broken pieces that are mended together by one another.

“Hey, here’s an idea,” I announce to no one in particular after a moment of silence.

“I hope it’s not another sketchy party like last time,” Kibum grumbles. He is laying on the sofa, using my lap as his pillow.

“I heard the family I used to babysit for is going away for the weekend. What do you guys say?”

I sigh when nobody says anything. “They have a pool. So…” I trail off, waiting for somebody to be excited as I am.

“There’s no way I’m breaking and entering someone else’s house,” Minho blurts out.

“We’re not breaking anything, we’re just entering,” I shrug.

“Yeah, Hyung. Stop being a wuss,” Taemin pats Minho’s back once. “I’m in! There’s no reputation to ruin anyway,” he shrugs as he walks towards the couch and sits under Kibum’s feet, taking my side.

I turn to Kibum, who is biting dead skin off his nails, pretending not to hear us. “Fine!” he rolls his eyes as he sits up. “I’m in too. Just for one night, right? We’re not staying there the entire weekend. My life is fucked up enough. I’m not going to jail.”

“Yes!” Taemin and I high five. We three then look to Minho. We are not taking no for an answer.

“Oh, what the hell,” he gives in. I love that he doesn't need much convincing. He stands up, and runs towards us. Once again, he flops his wings, jumps, and touches down on all three of us.

There was loud laughter, which I always love experiencing with these people. Next thing I know is we are group hugging.

“So, when do we go?” Minho asks when he pulls away.

I smile cockily. “Tonight.”

PART 2

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