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Vapor. | gonhun

pairings: gonhun (main), gonbae, hunhee.

genre: angst, dreams

word count: 1,827

a/n: i've always wanted to write something out of this plot and i finally found the perfect pair! the characters were originally switched up (like byounggon as seunghun and vice versa) but something made me feel like it would be better the other way around so if i missed some mistake from switching their names, please forgive me because i did it after i had someone read it for me. 🥺💛

p.s this is not a songfic but these songs fit this fic so much so you can also listen to them while reading.

"It's him."

Byounggon's heart started acting as if it was about to escape and rip his rib cage. For what felt like a myriad of moments passing by around him, he felt his feet glued to the ground. Numb and frozen on his state, he felt white heat drape all over him. His vision started to darken and his hearing started blurring out as well. He was going to pass out anytime soon but he has to follow him. He knows to himself that it's him. The man of his dream. It's Seunghun. The Seunghun who he have always yearned to meet in real life and not only in his deep slumber. The Seunghun that he wanted to hold in his arms not only fifteen minutes after he closed his eyes. He have waited all his life for this day to come. He can't let him go.

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This world felt as if nothing could tear them apart. Not even the storm. Nothing. This world felt like the complete opposite of Byounggon's reality. In this world, he felt secured. He felt real happiness. He was euphoric. Because he was holding the dearest man of his life. He held him softly, with great caution but at the same time, so tight that it seemed like Seunghun would slip away in a blink of an eye.

Because he would. He was just a dream who would disappear like vapor the moment Byounggon opens his eyes.

For a moment and for the first time in Byounggon's life, he didn't ever want to wake up from a dream. Seunghun was his most beautiful nightmare; because he never had Seunghun in his reality.

The first time Byounggon started having vivid dreams, he woke up feeling like he never slept at all. He felt more exhausted than he should be from sleeping for almost half a day. He oddly felt like he was carrying a weight in his chest that he felt like sobbing it out and crying his eyes out would help him breathe but it doesn't. His dreams vividly, continuously, ran inside his head.

He never met this man, yet he was the most beautiful man he's ever seen in his life. He felt like it was pathetic to cry over someone he only saw in his dreams. But he never had dreams as clear as this. He can remember every detail from Seunghun's face. He can remember Seunghun's name.

He shook his head and went to wash his face with cold water only to face his restless self in the mirror.

"Are you this pathetic now?" he cursed to himself.

The insomnia he's been having for the past months after a traumatic good bye with Jinyoung left him restless. For the past months, he couldn't remember dreaming at all. He can't even remember if he was ever asleep. Still, he refused to be medicated leaving him no choice but watch the sun rise each day. This was the longest sleep he's ever had ever since that night Jinyoung said he couldn't do it anymore. And it constantly pains him. Even at this moment. The memories of that night tried to intrude in between the flashes of his dream.

He felt like he's carrying a piece of that world in his dream with him even in this world; with his soul. It felt too real to forget. Everything reminds him of Seunghun.

How can I even remember his name? I never met him, not even once as far as I can remember.

In his dreams, they were perfect. As perfect as what every couple in this world would admire to be.

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"Welcome home, my love." Seunghun whispered to his ear as he breathed in Seunghun's neck, inhaling what oddly seemed to be a familiar scent. This is what home smells like. His heart have never felt this warm. There were no worries in his head while his arms were tightly wrapped around Seunghun's body while they were standing in the middle of an empty living room. The only worry going on in his head right now is the boxes that they are about to unpack and the furniture that they had to put in places within the day.

"Welcome home..." He answered as Seunghun placed a peck on his forehead and shuffled his hair.

Byounggon was aware that he was dreaming. But it felt too good to resist. He would like to watch this. Oddly, he would like to see what happens next with this beautiful boy with him.

'Don't open your eyes yet Byounggon, don't.' he thought to himself within his dreams.

"So this is what it feels like? We're really living together now. You can't let go of me now." Seunghun chuckled as he held Byounggon's hand, tight.

'I wish I can't.' Byounggon thought to himself as his gaze wandered around Seunghun's face, indulging every detail that he can, every detail that he wants to remember even if he woke up.

"I will never let go. You know that." Byounggon said as if he really meant it. Because that's how it felt like. He felt like those words came out straight from his heart to a stranger in front of him; even though he didn't feel like one at all.

They began to unpack all the stuff that they could do for the day. As enough as having the TV and the sofa in the living room and having the bed set in their now shared room. Byounggon vividly remembers every little detail. Even from the moment Seunghun accidentally hit his toe in the corner of the table and how he burned his tongue from the ramyeon that they cooked for dinner.

He have never laughed this much in a while. He was aware. It felt like he was living someone else's life but at the same time it felt so right to hold Seunghun's hand that fits perfectly with his, to kiss Seunghun's lips that felt like his was meant to meet. It was too surreal. He never encountered something that's too good to be true ever in his life.

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And his life went on and so did the vivid dreams. Byounggon have never felt so excited to go home and sleep each day. It felt like he was living his life everyday just to sleep again; just to meet Seunghun in his dreams again.

He never told anyone about this. He was scared that everybody will tell him that he's crazy for having dreams that felt like a drama with consecutive episodes every night. He started getting convinced that he's living another life in another universe, a world wherein everything is perfect with Seunghun.

He was scared that if he told someone about it, he might suddenly stop seeing Seunghun in his dreams.

He knows that if he ever told someone about it, they would tell him to look for him in this world, but that was what he was most scared of. To meet him in this world. To meet this stranger in this world.

Until one day, there was no way to escape from his fears anymore.

He knew that this day would come. Somehow he wished that this reality was the dream instead.

The Seunghun in his dream is standing in front him. He have never felt this sure in his life. He scanned every detail from his face as Seunghun looked down at the book that he was holding. And he knows, deep in his heart that every detail hits home within him. A stranger never felt this familiar to him. Just like the first he met his Seunghun in his dreams, he never felt like a stranger at all.

"It's him."

'Does he know me? What if he doesn't know me? What if he does? Would I tell him that I know him? Does he dream the same dreams as me? What if he thinks I'm crazy?' Myriad of thoughts spiraled around Byounggon's head. He felt as if he was going to collapse.

'Of course I'm crazy.'

Seunghun is just a table and books away from him in his favorite bookstore. Never did he ever think that this is where he'll finally meet Seunghun.

For what felt like years of standing across him, Seunghun finally closes the book he was holding and started heading to the cashier.

Unconsciously, Byounggon's voice cracked as he slipped Seunghun's name out of his mouth way too loud without thinking.

A millisecond felt like an hour.

Thump. Thump.

He gripped the table to support himself, he knows he's going to fall soon.

Thump. Thump.

Did he hear me? Why is everyone looking at me?

Thump. Thump.

Is he going to turn?

Thump.

And he did.

Byounggon never thought he'll meet those glistening eyes ever in his life; in this world. But this is the reality. He tried to pinch himself multiple times but it was even harder to differentiate what's real and what's not. He was trying to convince himself that perhaps, this is the dream.

Seunghun's expression was hard to read. He was not shocked. Not confused either. Byounggon does not know how to identify what it says. Neither does he know how to tell how he's feeling right at that moment, he just wanted to run away but at the same time, feel Seunghun's warmth.

Seunghun's expression was suddenly bright. It was as if he was not the man Byounggon was looking at a few seconds? minutes? a million thoughts ago.

That smile. The smile that tells him that he's finally home. His comfort. His rest. His safe haven. He's looking at it right now. But more vivid. Realer.

"Seunghun-ah..." said someone softly from behind Byounggon.

And this time, it tears his heart rather than making it warm, because he was not the reason behind it.

He knew what was gonna come. He felt like he was gonna throw up but he watched a fairly tall boy walk to Seunghun from his behind and wrapped his arms around Seunghun's waist.

"I'm done choosing a book Yong-ah. Look."

#cix #fiction #angst #dreams #lee byounggon #kim seunghun #bae jinyoung #kim yonghee #yoon hyunsuk #au #fanfic #Spotify

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hunsuks · 4 years

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Lifetime | gonhun.

pairing: gonhun x baehun.

genre: angst/songfic

word count: 1,750

a/n: this is an alternate universe therefore please be open to some differences this fic might have in terms of traditions. (also i got excited to post this i couldn't wait for someone to read it for me so please be considerate of some mistakes if you find one 💛)

this is a fic based from the song Lifetime by Ben&Ben. Please give it a listen while reading this fic. 💛

Was there a lifetime waiting for us in a world where I was yours?

As always, Seunghun was dazzling in Byounggon's eyes.

He is Seunghun's number one admirer. Byounggon would always call him things to tease him, but deep inside he thinks Seunghun is unique. No one would ever look like him, no one would ever be Seunghun. There is just a single Seunghun in this world. And rather than being grateful that he met Seunghun in this lifetime, it pains him. The thought of Seunghun being his one and only irreplaceable Seunghun tugs his heart to the ground.

And he's gazing at him right now. He never told Seunghun that he find him pretty; heck he even think he's the prettiest boy ever. His beauty is just incomparable to him. And for the few times that he did so, he would act as if he was about to throw up to tease Seunghun and pretend that he doesn't mean it.

Seunghun could even remember each of those very few times Byounggon told him that he's pretty because it made his cheeks and ears go warm and get his heart torn deep inside the moment Byounggon takes it back.

Prom night, high school graduation, college graduation, and that time Seunghun needed to hear all the encouragement that exists when he auditioned for a singing contest. That was the only time he saw Byounggon's eyes mean what he said.

"I believe in you. You know that Hun-ah. I know I've been teasing you all our lives but you look uglier when you cry like this."

With that, Seunghun lets out a louder sob and hits Byounggon hard in the chest.

"Ow- stop! Hey! Hey... I'm just kidding! Stop hitting me! Stop crying. Sssh. You've always looked pretty to me. All this time. I swear. I promise."

It both stopped their tracks. Byounggon suddenly stiffened from comforting Seunghun by rubbing his arm. Seunghun's heart was beating too fast, more than it did a few seconds ago because he was so anxious to go to stage. But hearing Byounggon seriously tell him that he's pretty made him colder on the outside but warm on the inside. For a moment, Seunghun thought Byounggon was about to kiss him. He never saw Byounggon as serious as this. Crazy thoughts ran inside his head. He was waiting for him to take it back but he didn't.

Byounggon took him by surprise as he suddenly embraced him, tight.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm stupid for making you feel worse at this moment. You know I don't mean to do so. I'm really sorry." Byounggon gently said as he rubbed Seunghun's back.

Seunghun smiled at the sudden memory as he looked at himself seated in front of the mirror as he fixed his bow tie.

Today is a special day for him.

Byounggon was right behind Seunghun watching him from the mirror. There was just silence. No idea that they were both recalling the same thing inside their heads before they caught each other smiling in the mirror.

"Why are you smiling?" They both asked at the same time.

Traditionally, they got used to saying their full names when saying the exact same thing at the very same moment as to avoid the jinx. For being each other's partner in crime all their lives, they seemed to have always shared the same exact thoughts. But never the same feelings; they thought to themselves but never spoke about it. Even though they both knew that secrets turn into regrets.

Still, those were the only thoughts they never got to say at the same time.

"Seunghun Kim."

"Byounggon Lee."

They both uttered rapidly before bursting into laughter until Byounggon realized something.

"But in an hour you're not going to be Seunghun Kim anymore..." Byounggon murmured as his expression slowly changed and they both fell silent.

Seunghun knows what he meant. It's going to take a lot of time for Byounggon to get used to saying Seunghun Bae instead of Seunghun Kim after his wedding in an hour. For some reason, it made his heart ache. He never thought about this.

Byounggon looked as if he was about to burst into tears but instead he chuckled, "Seunghun Bae. Right. Seunghun Bae. Must get used to that now." He cleared his throat as his voice shook.

Byounggon didn't know what to say or do next. He just wanted to storm out of the dressing room, cry his heart out, throw up, get drunk and forget about Seunghun already because it just hurts so much. There was so much going on in his head but what his body does is stay frozen behind Seunghun while looking down at his own feet, biting his cheek to hold himself from bursting into tears as he gripped the corner of the chair. But that's until a tear dropped on his shiny black dress shoes that he bought specially for Seunghun's wedding.

Seunghun was staring at Byounggon from behind him. They didn't have to tell each other. They both know exactly what each other feel. They were just scared to give in because they let their fears grow stronger than them for the past years that Seunghun already gave up. He thought that they would be better off like this, that if he kept Byounggon like this, they'll never have to be torn apart. But right at this moment, everything between them is loudly crashing as Byounggon started to sob.

Seunghun got up from his chair and lifted Byounggon's face.

"Hey. Why are you crying like this? Are you about to stop the wedding or what?" He joked as he pat Byounggon's soft cheek. "Didn't you always call me ugly?!" He chuckled, half joking half meaning to really know why is Byounggon crying right now.

"I'm sorry Hun-ah. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Byounggon cried harder as Seunghun embraced him and he is now crying on Seunghun's shoulder. It hurts Byounggon so much that he felt like his lungs are gonna run out of air soon as he gripped Seunghun's arm.

"What are you sorry for Gon-ah?" Seunghun knows he shouldn't be asking, he knows exactly what he meant. Why is he even stirring this up?

Because he wanted to hear it from Byounggon before it's too late.

Byounggon pulled away and looked at Seunghun's eyes.

"I'm sorry for letting you go Seunghun. I'm sorry for not letting you know how much I love you. I'm sorry for not letting you know how beautiful you have always been to me. I'm sorry for always letting you down. I'm sorry. I'm sorry because I was scared. I'm sorry because I was a coward I know I was going to lose you if I told you how I felt and I didn't want that to happen. I'm sorry that I am saying all of these to you right now. Now that you're happy. Now that you're going to be spending your whole lifetime with the man that you deserve. I'm sorry for ruining everything right now Seunghun."

Byounggon knows that he's going to regret this. He does not know why is he saying all of these right now at Seunghun's wedding but deep inside, he knows that this is the right time or else everything will be too late; even though it already is.

"I know, Gon. I know." Seunghun cupped Byounggon's now swollen face and looked directly in his eyes. Seunghun's heart was breaking to see this. He never saw Byounggon's fragile side; because Byounggon is only vulnerable and fragile when it comes to Seunghun and he never dared to show that.

"I have loved you all those years Byounggon. And I was just as scared to lose you. I thought that if I kept it that way, I wouldn't lose you. I have always waited for you to say something and just eventually believed that it was just me all those times." Seunghun chuckled as a tear dropped from his eye. "I knew deep down that I was important to you. As a best friend. You never failed to make me feel that, Gon. Don't be sorry. But I was yearning for more than that with you, for years. To the point that giving up and getting over those feelings might be the only right thing to do so I did it. And I have always told you about Jinyoung, seeing how you were so supportive of us was the affirmation I needed. I am grateful for that, Gon. I know that you know how much Jinyoung means to me."

Byounggon didn't know what to feel. All these time, they have been fooled that they've always shared the same thoughts without the need of saying everything. But right at this moment, they both realized that words mattered so much more than they thought. Some things are meant to be said before it's too late. That if one of them tried to give in a little more and dared to speak about their feelings, a beautiful lifetime is right ahead of them.

And now, instead of gathering the courage to let Seunghun know about his feelings like the past, he's gathering all the will to move on and be happy for Seunghun and Jinyoung. To believe that something else is waiting for him in this lifetime rather than waiting for the next lifetime that is just as uncertain as he was about his feelings.

#cix #fiction #angst #kim seunghun #lee byounggon #bae jinyoung #kim yonghee #yoon hyunsuk #au #songfic #fanfic

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hunsuks · 7 years

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The Not-Date Date

I do not own the gif.

A.N.: This is a story I wrote a while ago. I tried to fix it a little, but it still is a light, fluff fanfic with no complicated plot. I hope you’ll enjoy it and like it for what it is though ^_^

Pairing: Reader x Yugyeom Genre: fluff, romance Words: 2576

Synopsis: A not-date with an old admirer.

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hunsuks · 7 years

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How to Fold Paper Planes

Pairing: Reader x Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) Theme/Genre: an experienced love, a constantly searching kind of love Rating: E, for everyone. Word Count: 480

It would be an understatement to say Yugyeom has been thinking about you. In the mornings he feels as if he’s already known you. The restless sleep he ensued in dreaming up your existence. He would say you’re beautiful, but he has used that line before.

There are times when he’s given himself to someone else. Someone lesser than you. But if you ask him who he loves, he still dares say you.

Yugyeom has been looking for you in the middle of standstill traffic. At the bottom of every shot glass. In between the lips of so many different girls. Hoping, praying, that he would someday find you.

There are plenty of fish in the sea, but the thought of that terrifies him. Because what if - what if he can’t find you? How many times will he have to switch schools until he finds the right fit? How many different scales will he pour his love in until he finds a proper balance?

To reveal all the lips that have kissed his soul and all the roles he has exploited in order to impress someone who acted your part is a risk he will not take. Instead, he’ll hide his shortcomings under the arms of your love - hoping, praying that you in no way find them. He will swallow his pride, bend on his knees, hang his head in humility, all in hopes you don’t see him for the boy he used to be and instead take him as the man he has built himself to be - a man made only for you.

He wants to fold his love into a paper airplane, throw it into the breeze and watch it as his feelings are finally delivered to your door.

He wants to combust. To set fire on the hands that hold him and rebuild himself from the ashes. A blending of you and him that he knows would be eternal.

But his folds only crease beneath the weight of your love as he struggles to comes clean.

If he could take it all back just so he could give you every piece of him that he has lost along the way, he would. If he could savor all the tender moments of firsts for you, he would. He would - but he can’t.

The misfolded creases tilt his path as the wind overblows your doorstep, but you pick him up anyway - a crumbled, tattered piece of paper.

You unfold the creases that are suppressed onto himself and read the map to his entire being. You use the creases as a guide to fold his feelings in a way it’s meant to fly, soar above the clouds and rest only when it’s time to lay down in bed.

A bed made for giants. A bed made for fish. A bed made for planes. A bed made for you.

A/N: this is part of my collection: GOT7′s Extensive ‘How To Guide’ to Heartbreak

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hunsuks · 7 years

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Title: Why Didn’t You Tell Me?

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: When a tiny secret convinced Yugyeom that you were going to break up with him. Yugyeom x Reader. An attempt at writing cute fluff (I was mildly successful….I think. Let me know!!)

“Aah noona I told you not to have that icy mocha latte. Of course this was going to happen!”, he heard Jaebum scold someone in almost a whisper, standing in the absolute corner of the room as if hiding something.

“But do you need anything?” His ears twitched. He soundlessly sneaked towards the dressing table to hear better, dying to confirm his theory. But this one sided, low octave conversation was a pain. He did, however, pick up on a girls voice that sounded familiar.

“Are you sure? Call me okay. I know, I’m not proxy-ing for her. Wow noona I’m actually hurt.” That was all Yugyeom really needed to know for sure who he was talking to and honestly, didn’t like it one bit.

“Of course. I know you’re alone.” Jaebum continued, “Just don’t be dramatic okay call me if you need anything.”

He kept the phone in his pocket and turned around cautiously, checking to see if some one had seen or heard him. He was met with Yugyeom and his seething gaze.

“Were you talking to noona?” Yugyeom asked in a hushed tone.

“Who noona?”

“What do you mean who noona? You know who noona. My noona.”

Jaebum was a little taken aback by his assertion, but also very amused. He’d never known Yugyeom to be possessive about anything, anyone.

“Yes, and?”

“She’s not picking up my calls.”

“But….she picked up my call.”

“Yes, and I want to know why.”

“She’s been ill. Maybe she was sleeping when you called?”

“She’s been ill? Since when?”

“I think two days now.”

“She didn’t even tell me? Two days she’s been sick? She’s not even answering my calls? Why?”

Yugyeom dialled a number, which went straight to voicemail and his heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

“See? You just spoke to her. She’s ignoring me, hyung why is she ignoring me?”

“Yugyeom, calm down. I doubt she’s ignoring you. She’ll call you, I’m sure.”

The interrogation was brought to a sudden halt when Youngjae walked in unsuspectingly, demanding to know what they were whispering about. They froze in their spots.

No one knew that Jaebum and Yugyeom were seeing people. In fact, had it not been for that one morning in their girlfriends house, the two of them would have probably never figured out that they had somehow coincidentally ended up dating house-mates.

“Were you two talking about my birthday surprise right now?”

They couldn’t let the actual cat out of the bag so they played along with the bluff. “Yes, but we can’t do that with you standing here.” Jaebum smiled cheekily. He was a great actor when he needed to be.

“Okay but does it involve a throne?” He asked innocently. “Can Coco get her own throne?”

“Will you leave if we get you a throne.“ Yugyeom replied agitatedly, preoccupied with more daunting thoughts of why his girlfriend was hiding things from him.

Jaebum jumped in to diffuse the situation “We’ll get you a throne. But we can’t actually plan in front of you.”

Youngjae was completely oblivious to the actual vibe of the room. But he beamed at Jaebum, turned around and trotted out, looking extremely pleased with himself.

“What is this? We’re throwing Youngjae a party now? With thrones?” Jaebum let out a deep sigh. “I swear this is going to kill me someday”.

“You don’t want to tell anyone you’re in a relationship, I don’t want to tell anyone I’m in a relationship - so this will have to do. But right now, focus.” Yugyeom snapped impatiently.

“Aah she’ll call you. Stop worrying about it.“

"Is she with someone else?”

“What?"

"What if she’s already bored with me. What if I bored her hyung?” Yugyeom was obviously headed down a very dark spiral and he had to do something about it.

“Okay okay I’ve heard enough, I need you to stop. Look, if you’re so worried, just go meet her, I’ll cover for you.”

Colluding with Jaebum had some benefits at least.

Yugyeom didn’t even know what he wanted to say to you. All he knew was that he had to see you and after an hour of dodging obstacles and taking detours around the apartment when he finally stood at your doorstep, he was freaking the fuck out.

To say you were stunned to see him was an absolute understatement. Off the many things and people that were expected to turn up at your doorstep unannounced, this towering giant didn’t even make the list. You were a terrific mess. Your hair was all over the place and extra wavey; nose blocked and red from the constant wiping; eyes watery and droopy; voice absolutely nasal and body visibly tired.

“I - what - why?” You attempted to articulate but were barely able to string syllables together.

“What do you mean what why?” He walked in like a raging storm and went straight to your room. You knew you were in for a lot of trouble.

Your room was just as much a mess as you. Tissue papers, everywhere. It looked like a failed writer had left snotty traces of her work all over the floor. There were 5 different medicine strips by your bedside, a hot water bottle in your un-done bed, bare minimum lighting with the curtains all drawn shut and no food or water in sight.

“Look at you, you’re sick!” he fumed, walking over to your side table and inspecting the medicines.

“Yes, yes I am.”

“What do you mean yes I am? Noona, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I-”

“Why didn’t you tell me!” He demanded, relocating the ironically cold hot-water bottle. “You didn’t even pick up my calls. You told Jaebum hyung? Seriously? JAEBUM HYUNG? Do you know how much that hurt? JAEBUM HYUNG? He’s out there saying things I should be saying to you.”

He took the bed sheet you were using to the washing machine, went to your cupboard, took out a new cover and continued to rant while making your bed.

“You should be calling me for anything you need, not him! Did I do something wrong? Did I make you mad?”

“Yuggie, you don’t have to do that.” You wailed, trying to stop him, but he was already running a crusade against the tissues.

“Fuckin Jaebum.” You heard him curse under his breath.

“Okay slow down. Yuggie, stop, I didn’t really tell Jaebum and he only called because he had standing instructions to check up on me.”

“Oh really? And what about me?”

You didn’t have an answer for that. Apart from the overwhelming guilt you already felt for not keeping him in the loop, you also couldn’t find words to explain the long years of conditioning that compelled you to just do things by yourself.

“Noona?”

He looked annoyed. His tone was stern. This was new territory for you. It’s not that he’d never gotten mad in front of you, but that he’d never gotten mad at you. What made matters worse was the slow working speed of your brain because you couldn’t find a way to pacify him.

“You had me thinking you got bored of me or something. Are you avoiding me because you want to break up?” It felt like a whole mountain collapsed on your chest when he said those last few sentences.

“Aw baby no.” You’d never called him baby before, but he really looked like one with his pouty lips all out, hands crossed over his chest, sitting on the bed he’d just made. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for you to think all that.” you apologised.

“It’s not that I thought all that. That’s not why I’m mad. You’re just so unwell and alone. I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”

“Bubzie just look at my condition. I am an insane mess. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

He tilted his head in confusion, asking you to explain what you meant.

“I’ve been alone most of my life, you know that, I’ve always done everything by myself. I just didn’t know how to ask for help - I didn’t want to be overbearing or something….

…Besides, seriously, look at me.” You continued, “I’d be scared to go near the hurricane of germs that I currently am. I look so…. ugly.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, “What if it was me?

"What?”

“What if I was sick? I know you, so I know you wouldn’t have left me alone for a second.” He was right about that, but you didn’t want this to turn into an argument.

“Yuggieee I don’t have the energy for this right now,” you twitched uncomfortably. The body ache was beginning to take its toll on you. You shifted slightly on your heels, taking support of the table behind you, unable to find a position that would pacify the pain in your thighs and shoulders. Your head felt like a practice studio for a marching band. You deliberately stood as far away from him as possible, so as to minimise the physical contact. You didn’t want him to fall ill on your account, especially not before a schedule.

He watched you struggle for a few seconds in silence. He could see how much in pain you were. He walked over to you, in spite of your protests, and without saying a word bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

He tasted sweet, somewhere between a choco shake and a cranberry lip balm. You could barely breathe as he sucked on your lower lip but you didn’t want him to stop.

“Do I make you feel like you’re still alone noona?” He asked, caressing your cheek. His cold fingers made your whole body crumble into a pile. He was standing so close with his body pressing you against the table, you were sure he could just hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“I’m really sorry, I hurt you a lot didn’t I?” You sniffed, partly because of the cold partly because of the tears you were trying to bite back. You couldn’t even get yourself to look at him.

“I didn’t mean to baby. I was…. trying to save you a lot of trouble. I’m not good at relationships.” You trailed off.

He snaked his arms around your waist and landed soft kisses on your neck. You collapsed into him completely, unable to deal with the various amounts of pain you were feeling.

“I expect you to expect things from me, okay? You can tell me that you want me to take care of you.” He murmured, his gaze fixated on you.

You nodded.

The light from your lamp bounced of his eyes, looking like gold swirling in a pool of innocence. He always looked like a dream, felt like a dream. You often wondered how having him in your life like this even became a reality. You also often worried about harshly being woken up someday without any traces of him anywhere; like he never existed. The thought of losing him made your heart shrivel up like a snail hiding in it’s shell.

“I don’t ever want to find out things about you from hyung, or anyone else.”

You nodded again, then buried your face in chest.

The past two days had been as close to hell as possible and all you had wanted to do was to go to bed snuggled in next to him.

“I wanna lie down, everything hurts. Will you……no let it be”

“Tell me noona.” He asked, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m here.”

“Will you….. can you stay till I fall asleep, please?” You mumbled into his shirt, “but I don’t want you to fall sick.”

He chuckled, “It’s okay baby, if I fall sick, I’ll come live here for some days and we can be sick together.”

You were overwhelmed by his kindness. His presence in your room made you realise how much you hated his absence.

“I missed you Yuggie.”

He stroked your head, running his fingers through your hair. It felt so warm and safe just being in that moment.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

“No… I’m too tired to eat.”

Your voice was so low he had to bend down to hear you. He booped your nose lovingly before capturing your lips with his again. How was he so gentle with your body, but so firm with your mouth. He bit your tongue twice before letting go of you.

“Come on, get on my back.”

You giggled. “I can walk, I don’t need a piggyback”

He pouted and took your arms around his neck, waiting for you to coil your legs around his waist. You gave in and with as much effort as you could manage, latched onto his spine and let him carry you to your bed.

“You had all your medicines for the day?” He asked, tucking you in.

“Yeah.”

“Do you need water?”

“I’m okay.”

“Do you need tissues?”

“I just need you.”

A wide grin spread on his face as he crawled in and settled next you resting his body sideways. “I’m going to get rid of my jeans in bit,” he whispered teasingly and pulled you closer to him.

You hummed in acknowledgment, curving your body along with his, fitting in all his crevices like two pieces completing a puzzle. He buried his face against the nape of your neck, breathing rhythmically on your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine but also felt like sitting in front of a fire on a snowy night. His long thin fingers ran freely on your skin, tingling your brain, dulling your senses down.

You fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

Yugyeom smiled to himself when he heard your muffled snore and kissed your shoulder softly. He knew, he knew then just how deep he’d fallen for you. He took a deep breath and held onto you even tighter, never wanting to let you go.

“Dream about me, noona” he whispered, knowing you were fast asleep “I love you.”

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admin: clover character count: 6346 paring: yugyeom x reader genre: fluff AN: everyone should watch this anime it’s great i love it so much! If you have seen it you’ll understand why i put curious in bold text :) Getting bangs. A giant step, at least for you. Your hair was long and brown. Silky and soft. You may not have great grades but you had nice hair. You have never thought about getting bangs till now. So going with your own gut you went to your favorite hair dresser and got them. Your hairdresser knew you were nervous so she did the most for you. She added strawberry scent to your hair and strengthening oils, even offered you a Japanese soda. You walked out the salon feeling great, maybe even like a whole new person. Being nervous was an understatement. You were scared to go to class with such a big change in your opinion but you couldn’t just skip school because of your hair. You had no dorm mate so you couldn’t really ask them for advice. It made you curious to what the others would say. You threw on your uniform, a sailor type uniform that had navy blue as it’s accent color and walked straight out your door. You were actually running kinda late so when you got to the class door you fell in clumsy because of how fast you had been running. A whole class of heads were now faced towards you, full of smiles and surprised expressions. Getting up awkwardly you apologized to the professor and walked to your desk that you shared with a mushroom haired boy named Yugyeom. You never really talked to the black haired boy. Usually only for class discussions and small talk. You found him very attractive, but talking to boys and trying to form a relationship and make it obvious you liked them was hard for you. During class you could feel Yugyeom’s eyes on you then back down to his phone then on you again. It took you a lot of courage but, you caught him looking at you and you gave him a questioning look. “Y/N…you look a lot like Eru Chitanda with your new hair cut…” “ I’m not sure I know who that is?” You said tilting your head, curious. “She’s a character from an anime called Hyouka. Here I’ll show you a picture of her.” He said, starting to get excited. He started strolling through his camera roll a smile forming on his lips. He then shoved the phone in your face and the screen showed you who you assumed was Chitanda. You looked at her outfit a navy blue accent sailor uniform. Her long dark brown hair. Then the cherry on top, her bangs. “She’s like anime me!” You smiled big, your cheeks turning pink. “ I know! When you came in the class I just was shocked. You have never watched the anime before?” “ No never.” You said looking down. “Let me come over today and we can watch it together!” He said with a smile. Not knowing that his presence in your apartment would make you even more nervous than it did now. “ Sounds great! Meet me in the front after school.” You struggled through the rest of the day. Shaking.. Rattled… Was your apartment even clean? All the negative thoughts floating in your mind. You felt dead inside but you were curious to how this would go. In all you were very excited about the anime anyway. After school you dragged your tired body down the stairs and to front of the school and say under a tree close by. You looked down for 15 seconds and in that time he was able to sneak up on you. Yugyeom was now behind you and grabbed your shoulders scarring you and making you jump. “ Oh Y/N did I scare you I’m sorry.” He said apologetically. “ Yes, but I’m fine. Now are you ready to go?” “Yes of course lead the way.” On the way to your apartment yugyeom told you more about the anime without trying to spoil the whole thing for you. By the time you got inside your apartment you were super hyped to watch the anime. Yugyeom set his stuff by the door while you ran to the kitchen to grab the brownies you had made yesterday just for fun. “ You have a nice place y\n!” He said throwing himself onto the nearby couch. “ Thanks yugyeom!” You said while scurrying to open space. You put down the brownies and grabbed your laptop. You let yourself sit next to yugyeom but left enough space in between the both of you to keep yourself sane. You typed in the anime name while yugyeom stuffed his mouth with more brownies. “Okay here we go…” you said while setting the laptop in your lap.” episode one here we come.” Clicking the episode and full screen. Here you are on episode 9. It’s been 4 or 3 hours. You were so into the anime that you hadn’t noticed that you were cuddled up next to yugyeom. His arm was now snaked around your waist and now you wished you were still not paying attention. You glanced at him. He was half asleep, the episode was over. The end animation was playing. So you thought you and yugyeom should call it a day. You poked his cheek with your finger. He groaned and opened his eyes. “ Yugie you should go home now you look super tired we can watch more tomorrow!” You whispered. “ Sounds good.” He said while running his hand through his hair. He got up standing tall and you followed him to the door while he gathered his stuff and turned to hug you. The hug was long and warming, his scent filling your nose before he let you go and waved good bye. Okay wow amazing.. Next few days are full of watching anime with yugyeom. You both got closer and more familiar with each other and now your heart fluttered even more with him. Today would be the season finale. You would finish the anime tonight. You walked home and set up all the comfy blankets and pillows you both loved. Yugyeom arrived on time and you both snuggled into the blankets with several boxes of Pocky. 3 hours later the anime is over. You’re crying a little. The anime is over and you’re left empty. You turn your head to yugyeom, your eyes full of tears. “ YUGYEOM IT’S OVER WHY IS IT OVER!!” “ it’s okay! It’s okay! Come here.” He hugged you tight and ran his hand through your hair while you sucked in your tears. “ There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you since we started the anime.” “OH me too! You know you look a lot like Toad from Super Mario Bros.” You said while giggling. “ Damn why is that so accurate……? Y/N I’ve been meaning to tell you I like you a lot. Will you go out with me?” He said while rubbing the back of his neck “ As long as we can keep doing this and I can have you to myself, then of course Yugie!” He held you even tighter and kissed the top of your head. You both stayed in each other’s arms while starting a new anime.

AN: ^ This is chitanda she is the sweetest most caring girlie around! I hope u angels enjoyed this writing.

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to the rhythm;

kim yugyeom | “I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit” dancer!au | 1.6k words. | suggestive, implied sexy time at the end. requested.

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boyfriend!yugyeom;

thanks to anon’s request for bf yugyeom you guys are going to have the pleasure of reading me gradually have a mental breakdown over how much i love kim yugyeom

okay!! you meet yugyeom through bambam

u and bam have been good friends for a few years and yet??? you’ve never met yugyeom

like you’ve met the others, but it’s like every time you come close to finally meeting yugyeom he’s just like “gotta go!!1″

at first you’re like “oh i just have terrible timing i’m sure we’ll get to really talk to each other one day”

but no

it’s like he’s avoiding you like the plague and you’re not sure whether to confront the others about it cause you know they know

they’re too nosy to not know

but also in the back of your mind you’re worried you’re making too much of a fuss about it

in the end you go up to bam like “does yugyeom hate me or what”

bam is both taken aback and also smirking. you know the smirk

“why, what ever do you mean-” “KUNPIMOOK BHUWAKUL I SWEAR TO GOD”

bam refuses to disclose anything to you bc of “bro code” and you’re low(high)key offended bc i mean, here you were, thinking that you were more bam’s bro than yugyeom well exCUSE YOU

still, he keeps his lips shut tight for the first time in his life so you resort to the others

you know jb won’t say anything, he’s a good dad

jinyoung would spill just to spite the evil maknae but apparently yugyeom promised he’d get jinyoung a new pair of sneakers so he was a no go too

jackson claimed he couldn’t say anything bc it was “too precious watching you two suffer”

mark just laughed and walked away

your last resort is youngjae, and you think that maybe you can win him over by buying him meat or something but even he’s somehow sworn to secrecy

for weeks, you are suffering

you’re like so close to giving up and just accepting that yugyeom actually hates your guts and the others are too nice to say anything abt it when you get a text from bam asking you to stop by their dorm to drop off a jacket that he left at your place

you have a key to their place so it’s super easy to get in and you’re thinking from the way bam phrased his text to you that he was actually home to receive the jacket

you’re proven wrong when you enter and instead of bam and the boys it’s just.. yugy

he’s somewhere in the middle of yelling at the tv and climbing over the back of the couch when he realizes he’s no longer alone

you kind of stand dumbfounded in the doorway with bam’s jacket in hand and your eyes wide and all you can muster is a “…whatcha doin”

yugyeom flashes like twenty shades of red and slowly sits back down on the couch like a normal person before he points at the paused scene on the tv, “i’m watching a really frustrating drama”

when you look over at the tv, you immediately recognize it and drop bam’s jacket without a second thought, barreling toward the couch to plop next to yugyeom and you miss the look of surprise and terror that crosses his face as you just start fan girling

“when did the new episode drop??” “did he kiss her yet?” “I honestly can’t stand this second lead you know” “can you believe it’s taken them ten episodes to even mention they have feelings for each other?”

yugyeom is both nervous and really kind of glad you like this drama as much as him but he was really hoping that you wouldn’t catch him, in all places, like this

but then you give him a small, reassuring smile and motion at the tv “go on, play it”

needlesss to say, bambam is the only one not surprised when the others come home to see you and yugyeom standing up on the couch, yelling nonsense over bottles of soju as the main lead misses his chance to confess again

suddenly, it’s like the avoiding you thing had never happened

instead of yugyeom bolting out of the door as soon as you come over, he’s sticking around, asking you how your day is, if you’ve eaten yet, if you wanna catch a movie later with him and youngjae

you two bond over your similar love in dramas and music and soon enough yugyeom and you aren’t even hanging at the dorm with the others anymore

yugyeom is picking you up at your place and taking you for long drives, to this bbq place he likes, to playgrounds to act like the grown little kids you are

it’s in the middle of one of your drama marathons that yugyeom works up the urge to kiss you for the first time

you’re kinda just curled up beside him, your head laying against his shoulder, and the main couple on the screen are kissing and yugyeom tenses but you don’t even notice

you just let out this lovey sigh like “i wish someone would kiss me like that”

you’re dropping hints ok

like the amount of times you’ve said something like that while you two watched your dramas together

the boy stupit okay

since the boys are out for the night, it’s the perfect chance, yugyeom thinks

but he’s still so nervous bc?? what if you got angry and rejected him and never talked to him or bam again? bam would kill him. yugyeom would kill himself before bam even had a chance

bouncing between actually doing it or just leaving your relationship how it was plagues him constantly, to the point where he can’t sleep without thinking of the “what if’s”

“o-oh yeah? im sure someone will one day” yugyeom tries to reassure you with a lame excuse

and like, you’ve had it

“god damn it kim yugyeom! do i have to spell this out for you?!” yugyeom blinks back at your outburst, his brows furrowed

he wants to ask why you’re yelling but you’re clearly not finished

“i have been dropping hints that i want to kiss you for god knows how long and you always sit back and say the same thing every time and i’m honestly at my wit’s end with you bc i can’t tell if you really don’t notice how i feel or if you really don’t care but-”

and. yeah. yugyeom has seen enough dramas to know what he’s supposed to do now

his lips find yours clumsily but it silences you immediately, and you let out a soft moan of approval before he peels back, lips shining with your spit as he tentatively touches over his mouth for a moment, then looks up at you bashfully like “did I do that right?”

turns out the reason he always ran away from you whenever you were around was bc he was crushing incredibly hard on you and all the boys knew it

instead of the boys coming home to you and yugyeom screaming at the tv they come home to you two making out on the couch and you can’t tell if jackson’s cheers or jaebum’s horrified screams are louder

so i’ve touched heavily on the fact that yugyeom loves dramas but i dont think I’ve made my point??

if he binges a show and likes a certain character he becomes that character

you were so close to strangling him that time he watched moon lovers and went around talking like wang so for a week

also always somehow twenty steps ahead of you with every drama

he walks by you starting a new drama and just snorts like “finally you’re watching it? took you long enough”

he’s seen every drama in existence

gets very emotionally involved to the point where he calls you crying in the middle of the night and you think something is legitimately wrong but he’s just like “he died!!! they killed him! i’m boycotting this show”

you let him cry it out tho cause same

also, boy is perpetually somewhere between romantic and awkward

sometimes he can really make you swoon but he’s such a sweetheart like five minutes later he’s spilling his drink down his shirt or something

whenever he sees you wearing any piece of his clothing he just smiles to himself and elects to take a thousand pictures of you in it

“yugyeom it’s just a hat” “i know but it’s my hat!! how cute is this??? youngjae come look at this-”

bambam gets kinda jealous when he finds out you’re more interested in yugy than him these days

like one day you come over to the dorm and he’s like “hey!!” and you’re like “heyyyy where’s yugyeom”

from that day on he just seethes in a corner as you ignore him for the maknae

sometimes you catch him and he’s so bitter when you ask him what’s up

“why don’t you ask yugyeom what’s up? since you love him so much”

he’s even the same way with yugyeom it’s like he wants to spend time with the both of you but like. not at the same time

probably third wheels too

he’s not sure if he’s grieving more over you or yugy

jackson is your number one fan by the way

you can not look at yugyeom for 0.000001 seconds without jackson claiming how in love you both are

he even manages to embarrass you both further by taking really silly pictures of the both of you and threatening to post it on instagram

“i love love, okay” sure jackson

there’s never a dull moment with yugyeom tbh

even when yall are just laying in silence its so nice with him

sometimes you absentmindedly groom him

you fix his hair, wipe things from his mouth, kiss his cute lil cheeks and scold him about eating better

he acts like he doesn’t like it but he really really does

if he “complains” and you pull your hand from his hair he’ll catch your wrist and put it back where it was with a pout “i didn’t say stop tho..”

he attempts to teach you how to dance like him but… that’s not happenin

he does like this really cool move and then tells you to copy him and like you can’t help but laugh bc sure thing lmao

always dancin by the way

you’re standing in line? hes dancing

you’re brushing your teeth? dancing

you’re making dinner? dance

he’s such a wonderful bf tho like he’s bashful and sometimes he doesn’t always say how he feels right off the bat bc he’s not used to being open with his feelings like that but it only adds to how much you love him

he’ll look over at you when you’re both dozing off and just smile

he’s overflowing with the #fond

“you know, I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever. got married and had kids and just lived our lives happy, you know? i just want to live my life happy. with you.”

other boyfriend!got7:

college boyfriend!mark

boyfriend!jackson

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Tension ( Park Jinyoung )

Genre: fluff, slightly smuttish towards the end

Warning: Oppa kink

Requested: Nah binch

Releasing sexual tension the right way

Honestly speaking, you didn’t know Jinyoung very well. He was a friend of a friend. By that you meant he was friends with Jackson and the rest of the boys. You guys had always hung out together but never really alone with each other.

But you couldn’t help but feel your heart strings tug a little each time his beautiful laugh with echo in your house along with the other six boys but his laughter just made you feel things.

And how you would cover him up with a blanket each time they would doze off during one of your movie marathons. His flawless skin and his beautiful face was so peaceful while he slept.

But you stayed wary. Not wanting to make things awkward between you and the boys. So you kept quiet.

The sexual tension between you and Jinyoung was so obvious that even Youngjae could feel it. Lingering hugs and inconspicuously placed hands on your knees or thighs or even blatant flirting.

But you didn’t think it would go further than his occassionally wink during the sleepover with all the boys around.

But here he was. Smiling widely, half hour early for their Bi monthly Movie marathon

“Hope you don’t mind I’m a little early Y/N. I was shooting just 10 minutes away” He smiled as he walked into your house.

“I don’t mind at all” you smiled warmly and he too reciprocated the same.

Damn his lip- STAY FOCUSED.

“So what’s the pick for today?” He plopped down on the couch and patted the eat next to him friendly.

“Hunger Games or Harry Potter??”

“Oh. Controversial. Let’s let the other boys pick” He smiled down as you laughed, sitting next to him on the couch.

“You look cute today” he said, to no one in general but the house only being occupied by you and him at the moment meant he was talking to you.

You looked down at yourself, a purple shiny sweatshirt and a pair of shorts and some fuzzy socks. You smiled to hide your burning cheeks.

“Today? What about the other days?”

It was his turn to be flustered now.

The conversation just flowed naturally between the two of you. It’s not like you were strangers to begin with but you now knew that Jinyoung once tore his pants in an attempt to impress his crush.

“Y/N. I have an important question for you” he suddenly turned stoic and serious.

“Y-yes” you stuttered not sure how to react at the sudden change of mood.

“Are you…”

You bit your lip in anticipation.

“Ticklish?”

You let out a breath of relief. He had a smug look on his face.

“Oh my god Jinyoung you scared me but Ye-” before you could finish your sentence, his hands attacked your sides causing you to help out and start to laugh.

“Jin- Jinyo- Young.. Stop!” You breathed out between laughs of pain due to his tickle attack. You tried to wriggle out of his reach but managed to get pulled right back into his arms as they continued their attack on you.

Tears were now spilling out your eyes. You decided to pull the ultimate trump card. A secret that Jackson once told you a few week ago in a drunken haze that you were hiding beneath your sleeves.

“Oppa Please stop”

And like that, he stopped. His hands now just holding your nimble waist between his sinful fingers as you closed you eyes and panted. Only when you had enough air in your lungs did you realise what kinda comprising position you were in.

Straddling his lap and both his hands on your waist with you slowly panting to get your breath back. His head lazily laying on the headrest looking at you with darkened eyes. His tongue darted out to wet his pink lips and so did yours.

“Y/N. You’re crazy fucking hot.” His hands tightened around your waist. Pressing into the skin as you involuntary rolled your hips for some sinful friction.

He groaned slightly. You felt his memeber already semi hard underneath his black slacks.

“Fucking Kiss me” you had no idea where this sudden burst of courage had come from. He wasted no time in releasing one of his hands from your waist and bringing it to the back of your neck to pull you down.

His lips met yours and that was it. There’s where you lost all control. Cupping his face with one hands as he deepened the kiss further. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and slowly playing with your own. Your other hand placed on his firm chest moved to the buttons of his shirt. Popping open his first two buttons, you placed your cold hand on his chest which caused him to hiss.

Your hand now pulled at his perfectly styled hair slightly. Tangled in the smooth locks as you pulled at them slightly, his teeth came into play biting your lower lip, nipping away as a moan left your throat.

He also used his other arm to reach other your sweatshirt to hold your waist, to help you roll your hips in the most delicious way for the both of you.

The sound of what seemed to be a bottle of water hitting the floor jolted both of you apart. Gasping for air and panting, hair a mess and lips swollen and red, both of you turned to where the noise had come from to see 6 other boys standing there with their mouths wide open.

You and Jinyoung scurried apart.

“Oh my God Hyung and Noona..” Bambam began but Jaebum quickly shut him up and ushered him out the door.

All the boys scurried to leave. Smirking to themselves

“Hey Y/N” Mark called out. You were snapped out of your daze and look at him. He motioned to JB who threw what seemed to be a packet of condoms towards Jinyoung.

“Have fun kids” Jackson said in a sing song voice before the door closed leaving both you and Jinyoung alone again.

He pulled you down onto his lap again. His memeber was hard and rubbed again your clothed slit. The box of condoms lay open and one was in his hand.

“So. Where were we?”

Oh boy.

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