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BANDAID; LEE DONGHYUCK

troublemaker!lee donghyuck x reader

the continuation of exception, wherein Lee Donghyuck asked you out the help of his friend's suggestion.

genre: fluff, non-idol au, highschool au, slight crack, short fic

warnings: haechan lmao just kidding, ONLY SLIGHTLY PROOFREAD IM SO SORRY

words: 1.6k+

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @i-aecrysture @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @gu-nil

dedicated to: @gu-nil and the anon who was wondering if im considering to make a part two of my supposed oneshot haechan fic! i did this for the both of you<3

a/n: i highly recommend reading exception first before this fic!

"Wait wait wait— Hold on, dude. What?" Mark said confused, his brows furrowed and his lips slightly gaping at his friend's declaration.

"I think I like her!" "No wait I don't 'think' I like her, I actually like her." "I LEGIT DO I SWEAR—" Donghyuck grabbed the older boy by his shoulders and started shaking him back and forth. "I am not doubting you just stOP SHAKING ME, HYUCK." And with that, Donghyuck did stop, his hands were still on Mark's shoulders and the two boys were just looking at eachother. It was like one of those scenes in an anime or in a cartoon where the animation suddenly turns into a very basic version of the original one, accompanied by a long awkward silence in a comical sense.

"How did you even come to that conclusion?" He asked the choco ball in front of him (yes that choco ball is Donghyuck). "Because I can't annoy her. I can't get her to be mad at me if you get what I mean. Unlike the others she's just chill. She's just... She's too much of an angel." He answered, his voice was gradually softening.

"And every time I had to make it up to her after the many failed attempts I did in the past, I'm surprised that I know her favorite snack are choco pies and her favorite beverage is the raspberry iced tea you can get at the vending machine for a song." He uttered. "That she tends to clasp her hands together when she's shy or nervous and that she has the habit of swinging her feet when sitting down and it's adorable, by the way—" Donghyuck continued, eventually listing every detail he didn't realize he knew about you. His words just slipped out if his lips effortlessly, there is no deception in them; they were true. Mark smiled at the sight of this Donghyuck. It was different from the chaotic one he always sees. One look at the boy's face and you'll already know that he means it when he said he likes you. "So... Are you gonna do something about that or what?"

That made Donghyuck think. The boy touched his chin using his thumb and his index finger as he squinted his eyes. When the realization hit him hard like a baseball bat yesterday, he still hasn't think of what will he do. "Should I ask her out?" He asked. "Well, yeah sure I guess you can do that. Just walk up to her and ask if she wants to grab coffee with you or something." Mark told Donghyuck. "That's sounds too boring. Why would I ask her to grab coffee with me when I can take her to an amusement park or something." Donghyuck complained. "It was only an example—" "You suck at giving examples then." The older boy looked into the distance, gazing at a nonexistent camera as if he was in the office for a moment before returning his eyes on Donghyuck. "Just go and do it, alright?" He said before patting the top of the younger boy's head.

Since first period he can't get you out of his mind, preoccupied by daydreams on how should he approach you. He had no problems on approaching you before but now that he has this feeling for you, it suddenly sent anxiety to every nerve of his body. This was the first time he ever felt like this. It was a foreign experience.

When his fourth class was dismissed, he happened to walk by the classroom of your section. He slowed down— sneakily taking a peek inside and he saw you looking outside the window. Donghyuck stopped, ending up standing in front one of the classroom's doors with his hands inside the pocket of his mustard yellow hoodie. The feeling of someone's eyes on you made you look straight at the door as if you already had an idea where your tingles are sensing it. Donghyuck was frozen, embarrassed that he was caught staring but when you waved your hand in a small manner, his frozen state melted down. He took one hand out of his pocket and waved back. The loud ringing of the school's bell interrupted the small moment. He didn't want to leave yet, but he knows he should as another (and the last) class is about to start. Since when did he ever care about attending class? He never did of course, but he enjoys the feeling of daydreaming in a period of time where he should be focusing on something else; it's not like he minds if he got scolded about it. The boy flashed a small smile before leaving and a grin crept its way onto your lips.

It amazed you that he becomes this completely different person when it comes to you; he wasn't this "asshole" everyone labelled him as. Usually, he was snarky around everyone; bossy sometimes as well. He likes messing around. He likes creating ruckus whether it be with a certain person or the entirety of the world. You received a lot of warnings in your first day that he liked to cause trouble; annoying people was his sole purpose in this world as they would put it. Well yeah sure maybe he did mess up your notes once, spilled paint on your uniform that took weeks to remove and tried to blame you for the small explosion that happened in the science lab, but you weren't mad. Your classmates were confused why you weren't mad. Donghyuck was confused why you weren't mad. You were taking everything well and maybe it's because you found him cute despite his efforts of trying to have this badass image.

The hoodies he wears have bears embroidered in them, the pencil he uses had those cute prints that are usually found in children's pencils, and his phone case was painted by his younger sibling. Even if you wanted to be angry, you don't think you can. Not when he looks like he came straight from those "soft boy moodboards". Not to mention, he was like a clingy child to his friends. All you see is a boy who is trying to enjoy his youth as much as he can (though that does not excuse his "asshole" behaviour with others).

Even though your friends are weirded out by your logic, you're just too ashamed to share to them that you have a crush on, apparently, the school's number one pain in the ass.

Suddenly you remembered that you haven't actually expressed your gratitude to the boy who gave a bandaid with bears on them and you thought that maybe now is your time to make it up to him after all the snacks and drinks he bought you out of guilt. Time was ticking and the teacher at the front was busy teaching as you took noted down important information. Seconds became minutes but the both of them just passed by. The next thing you were doing was gathering the courage to walk up to him. How do I say thank you? Why am I nervous I'm just going to say thank you. You told yourself while you were walking through the busy hall filled with students rushing to leave the school grounds, a bag of chips and a can of coffee in your hands.

As if yesterday repeated itself, the collision of two bodies made a moderately strong impact. Unlike what happened last time, both didn't end up thrown on the ground. It just caught the two people off guard. "Hey watch it—" Donghyuck shut his mouth immediately when he recognized the person to be you; the switch for his attitude seemingly turned off. "(Y/N)! God we really need to stop meeting like this. Are you alright?" He chuckled slightly before asking you with concern in his voice. "I'm fine. Don't worry, Hyuckie." You assured. Hyuckie??? The boy felt his soul escaping his body for a moment just to jump around and panic over the nickname. For a good amount of time, the two of you were just standing there. No one had the intention of walking away or saying goodbye because both people had something else to say.

"Do you want to grab coffee with me?—"

"Do you remember the bandaid?—"

The both of you were staring at eachother with a shocked expression as you both spoke at the exact same time. At this point, the hall was almost empty and it was just you and Donghyuck left in the middle of it. You were flustered, you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and Donghyuck can feel the same thing. Not because you asked if he remembers the bandaid he gave you yesterday, but because he can't believe he actually blurted those words out of his mouth. For the mean time, the atmospheric was awkward, not until you gave him an answer.

"I'd love to." You replied shyly. Donghyuck's eyes widened, "REALLY? I mean uhm... really?" He asked with giddiness. "Yes really." You chuckled.

"Can you uh hold on for a second?" "Yeah sure, Hyuck."

Donghyuck proceeded to run all over the hall, doing jumps every once in a while. He was like a child that had too much energy and it made you laugh. He stopped in front of you and cleared his throat, an uncontrollable smile plastered on his face. "So what about the bandaid?"

"I just wanted to say thank you and I also want to give you this as well." You said as you handed the bag of chips and the can of coffee to the boy. "Oh it's no biggie, you didn't have to get me these. But thank you as well." Donghyuck smiled and it made your heart skip a beat.

"Let's go to a nearby cafe tomorrow after school?"

"That sounds great, Hyuckie."

"Alright I'll see you then."

He couldn't stop smiling like an idiot even after you left, leaving Mark with a lot of keyboard smashed text messages from the boy.

#byeolhyesisi #member : haechan #group : nct #rating : sfw #genre : fluff #genre : humor #au : high school #au : non idol #type : oneshot #wc : 1k - 3k

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koffeenet-archive · 3 years ago

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SOOBIN AS … your boyfriend !!

GENRE: fluff,, WORD COUNT: ~300,, PAIRING: soobin x (I’m pretty sure) gn!reader,, WARNINGS: mentions of food (snacks) + my attempt at writing again ,, A/N: hi everyone it’s been way too long ^^|| but I’ll try to start and update slowly again and I rewrote this because I didn’t like the format I used last time!

I can see Soobin as someone who is the textbook definition of the perfect boyfriend. Although at some points of your relationship he might be super shy, other than that he would be the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Although you often spend a lot of time there, you guys enjoy it as there's no worry about getting caught by dispatch, and the view there was really pretty. Also the staff there has lowkey become a shipping group for you two instead of employees for the cafe.

But then, what about the days where you can't see Soobin? Well, poor Soobin would always be talking and thinking about you during schedules until the point where all of his members ( mostly yeonjun, beomgyu, and taehyun ) would nag to you about what witchcraft you had put on Soobin for him to be like that.

You felt sorry for them, but they also couldn't blame Soobin, because of the busy schedules they hadn't had a lot of free time, and that usually meant he could see you.

Sadly with that, it also meant that there would be fights. With that being said you guys didn't fight as much as the other pairs and it would usually be only 5-30 minutes of both being alone until one of y'all apologized. ( ik no action :eye-roll: how boring /j ) just kidding but often the other members were scared of y'all because y'all relationship was so perfect.

Things y'all would do in your relationship were tiny little things that you both cherished. Like matching accessories, or that time you bought odi treats, to the time you surprised him by coming to his shoots and schedules.

In the end, y’all’s relationship would probably be summarized in two words almost perfect.

끝

#bbanghoonie #member : soobin #group : txt #rating : sfw #genre : fluff #au : idol #type : headcannon #type : drabble #wc : 1k>

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15 | anti-romantic.

anti-romantic ༺ ch. 14 | ch. 15 | ch. 16

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PAIRING: the boyz’ kim younghoon x fem! reader | featuring q, new, eric, juyeon and dreamcatcher’s dami and siyeon GENRE: social media au, fluff, angst, attempt at humor and flirting WARNINGS: profanities, drinking NOTES: n/a !

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SUMMARY: flirting was one of the facades you put up to shield yourself with what they called love. you loved playing with people’s feelings, especially those who shook you off their shoulders. apparently, that’s what younghoon did.

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taglist: @nyujjan @jichanqz @propollis @ilovechanhee @winterbeartaehyungbestboy @heyimkay @diestheticu

permanent taglist: @deputyjuyeon @sunlightwoo @90s-belladonna @grassbutneo @cosmiclele @flrtwoo @jaerisdiction @zvae @karsohn @moonieric @softforqiankun @changmin-wrlds @cloudykyu @kurosism @mavericsohn @enhacolor @yunkiwii @allorysayshi @defjcm @nyangjjunie @joshuaseyes @nycol-ie @fluffyju @icedcoffeesunwoo @sunwoahkim @woobly

#halaboyz #member : younghoon #group : the boyz #genre : fluff #genre : angst #rating : sfw #au : social media #au : non idol #type : series #type : social media au

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LONDON; KIM JUNGWOO

kim jungwoo x reader

An abrupt end left you in what you thought would be everlasting sadness. A trip to London managed to battle your shadows for a while, but you met your first love that drifted away.

genre: slight angst, hurt/comfort, non idol au, fluff at the end, open ending (kind of????)

warnings: was only slightly proofread so i apologize for any grammatical mistakes and misspellings. flow might also be too fast or smth idk im sorry

words: 3.7k+

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @i-aecrysture @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @gu-nil

a/n: hello! this is my entry for @moonsclover's beautiful wounds collab! i really hope i did well with the concept but this was fun for me to write<3 i listened to London by Yerin Baek and I got the mood of this fic from there^^ it has an open ending but it suggests a happy one of course! it's up to you how you would want them to be with eachother once again.

Summer was warm and refreshing just like him. Since he was a new face, he was shy at first but soon enough, he showed how lovable he was. Jungwoo never failed to make you laugh, he was always the reason why there was a smile displayed on your face everyday.

You spent a lot of time with eachother, he always sat next to you during lunch and he always walked you home. The dynamic was unexpected considering that you were known to be this gloomy person, but Jungwoo managed to change that and it was a change that you didn't hesitate to accept. From strangers to friends, it felt like a life-changing experience knowing him.

He made you happy and he made you fall for his charms.

"Jungwoo what are you doing?" You chuckled when you saw him shaking the vending machine just outside the cafeteria. "The chips I bought for us is stuck. I even tried to buy something above it but it didn't help." Jungwoo pouted just as he explained the situation. You approached him, patting his back with a smile on your face, thinking to yourself that he's so adorable. "It's alright. How about we eat the sandwiches I made instead?" "I'd love that." His pout turned into this wide grinned that beamed brightly and it made your heart flutter from the scene.

It was spring when you confessed and he admitted that he felt the same. There, a relationship bloomed along with the flowers; a beautiful beginning, an innocent start. He showered you with his affection. He showed his love in many admirable ways. Jungwoo tells you he loves you religiously everyday and it never failed to make you blush intensely. You felt like your love meter was going to break because of the amount he gives. Of course, you made sure to show off much you loved him too. The way you would always bake him cookies or buy him unexpected gifts was enough for Jungwoo to fall deeper in the depths of love that he likes to call as "you". He adores you to an extent, he always wanted to make you feel special because of it.

Jungwoo always embraced you and it was soft. It felt like home. He is your home. You never want to leave his comfort and he assured you that he would never let you go.

You felt something was being placed on your head. You looked up to see Jungwoo carefully placing a crown made up of flowers with his delicate hands. "Hm? What's this?" You asked. "I made it! A flower crown just for my flower." He cheerfully said and it made you chuckle. "That's not all I have for you though." Jungwoo mentioned and it piqued your curiosity. "Tada~" the boy pulled out a necklace with a daisy pendant out of his pocket, his grin got wider as he put it on you, gently pulling your hair out of the loop to let the chain rest on your neck properly. "As expected. It suits you so much, I'm happy." You blushed, the tint on your cheeks became even redder once he wrapped his arms around you.

Autumn came and just like the leaves on the tree, the relationship has wilted. He left you all alone when he promised he wouldn't. Just like the leaves on the ground everything was dead and empty. The promises he made were meaningless.

Slowly you started to go back to your old self. The gloominess engulfed you again and just like that...

It was already winter.

It was cold. It was lonely. The warmth you wished you had by your side wasn't there. The comfort you once had was nowhere to be found. The person you once called your home left you all alone in this freezing winter where the coldest winds cruelly blows.

Years have passed yet the wound was still fresh as if it was from yesterday. Everyday you wondered if you were the one to blame. He just left without a trace, leaving no tearful goodbyes or bittersweet kisses. As if he didn't even exist in the first place, he just vanished. At first you were concerned; what could've happened to your lover? Knowing that he couldn't even hurt a fly doesn't give you much peace of mind. Yet the concern faded away when you heard that he was ok from one of his friends in school.

"Oh Jungwoo? Yeah he's alright don't worry. He left the country with his parents. Didn't he say goodbye?" He didn't and it made you wonder if you meant something to him at all. Why did he forget about you? Was the "i love you" he'd shower you from time to time a joke? He promised he wouldn't leave you yet where is he now?

Since that day your eyes were just like a broken faucet. Tears would suddenly stream down your cheeks and it would be uncontrollable. You tried to forget but it was hard. Because it felt like you were played and at the same time it felt like it was your fault. You were lost in this depressing world, stepping on the glass-like fragments of your brokenheart; your feet bleeding from each step with your eyes getting numb from each tear that would drop. You loved him truly. You love him truly. Until this day the passionate love you had for him was still there but it was painful.

"What did I do... Why did you leave so suddenly, Kim Jungwoo?" You were looking for an answer that was impossible to have.

Recalling those memories made you break even more. Pieces of you were everywhere and it seemed impossible to fix. You were at your lowest point in life, on the edge of giving up. The depressive surrounding just became darker, the path was just filled with more of those broken shards of glass. No light was found, because it left you years ago. You wanted to give in to the void yet there was still this small piece of you that was keeping you alive. Is it hope? You would be lying to yourself if you said you never hoped that he'd come back, lighting up your world once more.

You still tried to make your self elated. You still tried to make everything better. The facade that you always put up in front of everyone else is the best you can do to make yourself feel happier. Hiding your troubles under a bright smile outside the darkness of your life is the only time you actually appear to be in bliss. You once thought that maybe you're being a little too harsh on yourself by refusing to make a step and move on. Maybe you need a break to forget the venomous thoughts that creeps in your head, even if it's just for a short period of time; a fresh new air to breathe, away from the origins of your dark clouds, far from the nightmares derived from your memories. A trip was what you had in mind, an escape from Seoul where everything haunts you. A two week long break will be enough, right? You asked yourself reluctantly, still having second thoughts about it, but you knew that you had to help yourself some how. So you continued your plan, proceeding to buy a two-way ticket to London and book a hotel room; the only thing left to do was to pack the stuff you need. In the midst of gathering your clothes and essentials, a silvery material fell on the floor and it twinkled in the corner of your eye because of how it reflected light. Eventually you looked closer and picked it up, the familiar pendant made your heart tighten. "As expected. It suits you so much, I'm happy." His soft voice echoed in your head and you were longing to hear it again. You bit your lip subtly, wondering on what will you do with this necklace. Throwing it crossed your mind yet your attachment issues already makes it obvious that you won't have the courage to do it. You held it tightly in your hand, your fist clenching the necklace you once wore everyday.

Your flight to London will be on the day after tomorrow and after an hour of packing, you can say that you're all good. The necklace ended up resting on top of your nightstand, your eyes fixated on it while you were sitting on the edge of your bed. You don't know what went inside your head when you stood up and reached for it. There was something urging you to wear it and well, you did. Your fingers played with the daisy pendant, for some reason this action gave you a sense of comfort. Perhaps the reason because of this is him. The reason is always him. Until now it's still him and you scold yourself for letting it stay this way, but you couldn't change.

And neither did he. Jungwoo couldn't change the fact that you never left his heart nor his mind. Leaving without a word was a decision that he regrets in every second of his life. He had no choice and he didn't have the time. His parents rushed him; fleeing the country was so sudden that until now it still shakes him up. Day by day, he was constantly worried and prayed that you're alright. The tears he shed when he was on the plane was probably enough to make a whole new ocean. Jungwoo was in pain as much as you were. He always wanted to come back because he never wanted to leave you in the first place, but his parents would always stop him and he doesn't have the heart to rebel against what they want. He still managed to be the Jungwoo that you once met but it felt so wrong, as if he was just forcing himself not to breakdown everyday, fighting the desire to reveal how fragile he is now in front of everyone else.

He knows that it'll have a major affect on you because he knows how the world looked like to you before he acted as your light that guided you through your darkness called depression. Jungwoo just wants to keep doing that, he wants to keep being your hope. He wants to keep you safe and hold your hand. He wants to assure you everything is alright while cradling you in his embrace.

"Hey Jungwoo, you alright there bud?" Jaehyun's voice brought him back to senses, making him gulp faintly before flashing a smile, "Yep I am." He nodded. "You sure? You looked too deep in your thoughts." The man who was sitting across him pointed out. "Yeah... Yeah I'm sure, Jae." Jungwoo reassured before looking outside the cafe's window. Rain was pouring, the surroundings dimmed down because of the grey clouds that swarmed the blue sky, and despite being inside, he can already feel that the breeze of the wind got colder. In times like this, Jungwoo would be under the covers with you, warming your bodies from the cold weather in eachother's arms and falling asleep due to the cozy moment. The man glanced at his cup of coffee, wrapping his hands on the warm cup; wishing that you were there instead, wishing that he was still there instead.

Today is the day you'll be able to get away from some of the shadows of the past. Your vacation leave from work got approved just now, receiving an email from your boss saying that it's all noted, even wishing you a safe trip and you replied in gratitude. Shutting your laptop down, you closed it before putting it inside your suitcase and you're now ready to leave.

Fast forward to your arrival at the London City Airport, the twelve hour flight kind of made your body feel strained and the jet lag was already kicking in. You already exited the airport, standing in line to wait for a taxi to bring you to the hotel you booked for your stay. Once you already got you taxi and you already got inside, you showed the directions to the driver as you were internally noting to yourself that thank god you can speak in english. The ride was quiet, the kind driver was quick to pick up that you were knackered from your flight that's why he decided to keep things silent, not bothering you with questions to have a small conversation during the ride. You were looking outside the window, in awe at the new architecture you're currently seeing. The streets seemed busy yet at the same time it was tranquil. Letting your eyes wander around the city somehow managed to make you feel light in a good way, the childlike amazement overtaking you for a while.

"Thank you..." You politely told the driver as you got out of the taxi and he grinned at you fondly in return before driving off. Breathing in the fresh new air that have zero traces of your painful recollections made you feel moderately lively. But would it last? Nevertheless, you decided to shake off the negative thoughts your anxiety is giving you. "I should be positive for once this time." You murmured to your own self before turning around to go inside the hotel, your suitcase trailing behind you. Once you entered the room you booked on the fifteenth floor, you gawked at it's extravagance; especially when you looked at the view outside the window. Well, you did pay quite a price for it and it didn't disappoint. It made you feel giddy for the first time in years, plopping down on the bed face down and you chuckled softly to yourself. Maybe a two week trip is all you really need after all.

For some reason you made a list of places to visit after you took a nap to shake off the jet lag. As soon as you woke up, you heard your stomach grumble from hunger and so you fixed yourself before grabbing your purse that had your keycard, phone, and wallet. There was a restaurant nearby and you thought of checking it out, letting your feet lead you to your destination. Entering the place, the aroma and ambiance greeted you as if you were an old friend and you enjoyed it. The interior was simple yet at the same time, alluring. You went ahead to stand in line, counting how many people were in front of you to know when is your turn. Your eyes were exploring the surroundings however it suddenly became attached to someone exiting the restaurant who looked too familiar. You had no idea if your mind was just playing with you but the person did look like him. Your mood shifted, your head was clouded by questions. Was it him? Is it actually him? Closing your eyes, you shook them out of your brain. It can't be him, right?

The meal you had was amazing but what you saw kept replaying on your mind over and over again like a television that was rewinding on its own. Now it made you think, "Is he here?". It felt impossible, there is absolutely no way. You convinced yourself that it's just a small hallucination your brain decided to conjure and yet it seemed so real. It wouldn't happen again, right? Wrong. The next day you swore that you think you actually saw him when you went to buy coffee before heading to a nearby park. In spite of the many years that passed, his features were still etched in your mind and that's what made you confident that it looks exactly like your past lover. You just brushed it off because the more you think of it, the more the dark cloud above your head is returning; your past is haunting you again. You didn't want to mess up the seemingly good days for you.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips when on the following day, there were no signs of "him" or any illusion of him. Were you just overcomplicating things? Overthinking it, even.

Although it wasn't just you. For two days straight, Jungwoo thought that he was seeing things from the corner of his eyes; he thought that he was catching glimpses of you twice. But the authenticity of these two moments were unknown to the both of you. The coincidence was brushed off, thinking that they were just false images caused by the yearning of the other's comfort.

Today marks your fifth day in London. Yesterday you took a stroll in the city, stopping by at some shops that caught your interest, and coming back to your hotel room tired, resulting in a good night's rest. Your plan for today was to buy some stuff at a local supermarket and stay at the comfort of the hotel. It may seem like a boring plan when you could go out and explore the city again but you wanted to take a relax for now.

You splashed water on your face at the bathroom sink, drying it with a face towel. Eventually you looked in the mirror and stared at the sight you see. The last time you did this, you saw that you were pale with sunken eyes. As if your life was drained from your whole body and now it was slowly improving. You don't look dead. You don't look alive either but you definitely look better than before. Is this a sign for you to move on? You exhaled an exasperated breath, stubbornly holding on to your false hopes, gripping onto the edge of the sink tightly before loosening it slowly. The past few days for you were good so far; excluding the ghostly sightings of what you thought was forever gone. Negative thoughts were absent, it was all clear skies and you want to make the most of it. You know that once you go back home to Seoul, you'll be back in the dark corners of your head, back to your old self because almost everything makes you think of him. Almost everything reminds you of him. That's why as much as possible, you want to keep things positive while you're in an almost different world.

You left the bathroom to wear your jacket, putting your phone and wallet in your jean's pocket. Walking out of your hotel room and to the elevator. You waited patiently for it to arrive. When it did you went inside and pressed the button for the ground floor, stepping out to the lobby once the elevator made a small 'ding', signaling that you already reached the floor you chose. The supermarket wasn't that far, in fact it was of walking distance. Walking inside, the ambiance completely differs from the one outside; it wasn't busy, it was quiet. The only notable sounds are the beeping of the barcode scanners and the soft music playing in the background. You went ahead and grabbed a cart, leaning forward on the handle as you went around to browse the store. Going to a few aisles to grab some snacks and drinks. After that you were basically aimlessly roaming around for a few more minutes, casually taking a peek on the aisles you didn't go to while pushing the cart in front of you.

A sudden force that made a loud clank almost sent you backwards. You wanted to be mad but at the same time you were also at fault for not paying any attention to where you were going. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to—" a voice of a man apologized. His voice was soft and it gave you goosebumps. You looked at him and saw that he was looking down, fixing some of the things in his cart that had tumbled over due to the impact. "No it's alright, I wasn't paying attention to where I was—" You halted, your lips parting further while your shoulders dropped subconsciously, relaxing your tensed muscles as the man who hit your cart with his raised his head.

Your body felt weak, your heart felt weak. You felt like breaking down here and now, and so does he. For a while you just stared at eachother in disbelief.

"This isn't real, right? You're not here... You can't be here. No this isn't..." You refused to believe and you refused to cry over something that wasn't true. Jungwoo mimicked the way your mouth was slightly agape because of the shocking encounter. So I wasn't seeing things? He thought in his head. The woman he loved so much was right in front of him after unwillingly leaving her behind. Destiny was playful enough to make the two of you meet in such an unexpected moment.

"You're still beautiful." He whispered audible enough for you to hear, making you feel more frail at his words— it wasn't the response you wanted but it was the response you didn't think you needed. Jungwoo didn't hesitate in engulfing you in his arms and you didn't hesitate in melting into the embrace you craved for so long. It wasn't something your brains made up. Jungwoo was here. You can feel his warmth. He has you in his embrace. This isn't a hallucination. After all these years, you both felt eachother's warmth in the freezing cold winter wind that blew harshly. Slowly you could feel the cold and dark atmosphere disperse in the air.

"And I still love you." Jungwoo choked on his words as he broke down crying, holding onto you tightly and you did the same.

Sure this isn't the most ideal thing to do in a local supermarket, but as simple as the place was— it was what made it more unreal and unnatural. It made it seem like a dream and it's a dream that has finally came true. You sniffled, burying your face on his chest. Your tears were staining the material of the baby blue sweatshirt he was wearing. "Don't leave. Please don't leave me again. Please, Jungwoo..." You pleaded. A part of you was still not convinced that this was reality, telling you that it's pathetic to even say those words but you didn't care. You could feel his warmth. You weren't alone.

Your plead made Jungwoo tighten his embrace, not tight enough to restrict you from breathing but tight enough to let you know that he doesn't want to let you go. Never again.

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check out sun's fic !

14 | anti-romantic.

anti-romantic ༺ ch. 13 | ch. 14 | ch. 15

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check out hades' fic !

underestimation - jeong yunho

tumblr is based on a system of reblogs, not likes. please reblog my work.

warnings : degradation, rough sex, size kink, mirror sex, choking, cum-eating, overstimulation, he’s mean ? reader calls him “yunnie”

wc : 900 ?

a/n : just filth bc i need my ego boosted 🤗 not proof read 😍 wrote it on my phone 👩🏽‍🦯

what about.. what about soft dom!yunho finding out that you wanna be fucked like a dumb little toy ?

how ?

well, let's ask the tab you had open on tumblr labeled "hard dom yunho thoughts" and he had gone through the entire hashtag while you were in the shower. curiously reading over the words and smirking as he went through your liked posts, all of them about wanting to be fucked stupid.

he shut the laptop away immediately once the water turned off, leaving to go to the living room.

it wasn't until days later that he had heard you talking on the phone with your friend. "he's sweet... yeah, but like.. i want more, you know ? it’s not enough. he just stopped after one round and i still wanted more…” that was the last time you'd ever complained about sex with yunho.

because he busted through that door immediately, snatching the phone from your hands, not even bothering to disconnect the call.

he grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. "so, you find it okay to talk shit about my dick game with your friends instead of telling me what you want, huh ?"

you gulped. "y-yunho, i wasn't talkin shi-" but yunho just tossed you onto the bed, pushing you roughly and climbing over you.

“well, in my book, telling your friends that i don’t fuck you enough is talking shit.”

yunho spun you around onto your stomach, bringing your hips up towards his waist. he clasped one hand around your throat, bringing you up and as his fingers trailed down your torso.

he rubbed softly against your lips, chuckling behind you as he felt how wet you were between your legs.

“you’re so fucking dirty.” he chuckled. his fingers against your clit was all it took for you to feel stupid. you were a mess, screaming and wiggling your hips trying to get him to let you go but to no avail.

yunho refused to stop.

even after you had reached your high, he continued to rub between your legs. tears streamed down your cheeks and he didn’t fix your pain any further. instead, he tightened his fingers around your throat, forcing you to face the mirror.

“look at yourself, baby. you’re so fucking dirty. you’re cumming all over my fingers.”

he pulled out his fingers from inside you, spreading them right in front of your eyes so you could see the tainted fluid spread from finger to finger.

you were dirty, indeed.

yunho brought your fingers to your lips and instead of opening your mouth, you stared back at him with tears. lip jutting out as a sob ripped through your throat at all the degrading he had done so far.

“y-yunnie… ‘s- ‘so mean…” you whined.

but he didn’t care, he spread your lips apart anyway, forcing you to choke on his fingers, so you did. you licked the cum off his fingers, tasting yourself and the sweet taste of your lovers skin.

“you’re gonna take it. i know you’re enjoying this, right ?“ you nodded around his fingers, staring at his hooded eyes through your own doe ones.

once yunho pulled away his fingers, you found him trying to forced the mushroom tip of his cock through your hole that was barely prepared to take his length.

“cant believe my dick isn’t enough for you. what could you possibly need that i can’t provide for you, hm ? that you find it okay to go tell your friends i don’t fuck you enough..”

your eyes went wide as he finally breached your cunt, hole doing its best to accommodate to his length. he was far too big for such little prep.

“i should’ve worked you open a bit more, to be honest, but it’s okay. you’ll take it anyway, right ?” he chuckled behind you.

you couldn’t even respond, couldn’t do anything but take his stupid, fat cock. you felt so pathetic now.

he rutted his hips against you roughly, still holding you up by the neck and forcing you to stare into the mirror.

you looked at the bulge in your belly, cunt tightening around him as you thought of how big he was, dick-wise and body-wise.

you brought him down to meet your lips, and he complied, kissing your sweet, swollen lips to appease your fucked out state.

“y-yunnie… so .. so much c-cock..” you whimpered, so stupid and not making any sense.

he chuckled above you, squeezing your throat as one hand went down to rub at your clit again. the bud still sensitive, your body began to shake.

he was sending you into overdrive. mouth attached to your neck as he sucked marks into your skin, fingers attacking your clit and cock driving into your tight cunt repeatedly.

“want my cum inside you, tiny ?” he asked. and you swore you’d cum right then and there at the nickname.

“i-inside. please, wanna be so full of you, yunnie.”

so he did just that, came in you and pumped your cunt full of cum, not bothering to pull out as he continued to ride out his high. you came just as soon as he did, body convulsing and on the edge of collapsing if he didn’t keep holding you up.

“s-so much- so much !“ you screamed as yunho continued to rub your clit, even after you had came.

but he shushed you with a kiss against your lips, breaths lost in between your lungs as pleasure filled your bodies; replacing oxygen.

your high reached you once more, and this time yunho had finally let you go, allowing your body to collapse in front of him as he stood over you with his knees on either side of your hips.

“you’re so stupid for me, aren’t you ?“ he degraded.

you nodded, dumbly, agreeing to whatever the hell he might have been saying.

“you still wanna go tell your friends that i don’t fuck you enough ?” you shook your head, positive that you didn’t have an ounce of courage in you anymore.

“good girl, and i won’t give you the chance either, because i’m feeling for round two.”

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check out sun's fic !

PAIRING: bestfriend! yeosang x fem! reader x blockmate! san | ot6 ateez is also here ! GENRE: smau ; fluff, angst (college setting) WARNINGS: a lot of swearing, sexual innuendos(?), legal drinking, … SCHEDULE: i'd try twice every week, but i'm not too sure >< STATUS: yet to be started

SUMMARY: typical cliche best friends story– you like him, he’s oblivious to your feelings. but digging a little deeper, a little more hurting here and there because let’s be honest, yeosang wouldn’t know sooner because he’s such an ignorant being. you still continued to like him though. yeosang finally only realizes something when someone is starting to take his place– or is it just because he was the one walking away in the first place?

profiles: one, two

one, two, three, four, five, …

taglist: (send ask!) @woobly @sunwoahkim

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#halaboyz #member : yeosang #group : ateez #rating : sfw #genre : fluff #genre : angst #au : non idol #au : friends to lovers #au : social media #au : college #type : social media au #type : series

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check out kaira’s fic !

flowers and film.

༉‧₊˚✧ pairing: florist! seonghwa x gn! tourist! reader

༉‧₊˚✧ genre: strangers to lovers, implied star-crossed lovers au, college au, fluff, poor attempt at angst

༉‧₊˚✧ warnings: cursing, partial nudity for a split second

༉‧₊˚✧ word count: 7.7k

༉‧₊˚✧ synopsis: after going through several breakups, you've finally learned that constantly looking for someone to be in a relationship with only ends in heartache. but when you find love again in someplace unexpected, does it also lead you to the same unhappy ending?

༉‧₊˚✧ a/n: happy valentine’s day! i didn’t actually plan this specifically for today, but here it is anyway :D also im not sure if the pacing is too fast so lmk if it is i guess. and quick fun fact! while writing, i kept seeing concert vids of seonghwa dancing dlbw, his happy song while on tour, so i just had to include :3

༉‧₊˚✧ event: for @ficscafe’s trope event! i used the trope the epitome of elegance x clumsy mess, or at least i attempted to </3

“good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to heathrow airport. local time is 8:06 in the evening, and the temperature is 15°C or 59°F. for your safety, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign. on behalf of AZ airlines and the entire crew, i would like to thank you for flying with us, and we hope to see you onboard again in the near future. may you all have a pleasant stay here in london.”

you look out the airplane window to your left and try to look through the mist that has built up on the thick glass. a few planes of different sizes are lined up beside the one you’re currently on. the moonlight faintly shines on the airport right in front of you and the buildings in the distance, although they really only look like a blanket of lights bunched up together.

you look back into the plane as a yawn takes over your body. the captain has already turned off the seat belt sign, so some passengers have already begun standing up even if the doors haven’t been opened yet. when they do, you turn off the movie you’ve been listening to for the past hour (which you’ve already watched multiple times before) and take off the headphones provided by the airlines. you pack away the rest of your things and finally stand up to stretch. the passengers a few rows in front of you have already left, so you move out of your seat to take the rest of your hand-carry luggage from the overhead cabin.

the walk through the airport, through immigration and baggage claim, was pretty much a breeze. after you realized that there were too many people and that it would probably take a while to get through all that, you decided that you were tired and would rather listen to music. once you’re done and walking through the final gate, you hear a loud scream for your name that you recognize almost immediately and suddenly you’re no longer so tired.

you don’t even have to see her face to confirm who she is. without realizing it, you start picking up your pace, frantically searching for the person who called you. once she was finally in front of you, your things are suddenly on the floor and your arms are tightly wrapped around her. “mimi!”

“bitch, i can’t breathe,”

you release your older sister miyoung from your hug attack to cup her face instead. “how have you been?”

“i literally called you before your flight- what are you on about?”

“right, but it's been too long since we last talked talked,” you pout as the younger sibling role settles in you while in her presence.

“let’s talk later. right now, i’m sure you’re starving coz i’m starving since you took almost an hour going through immigration. and don’t touch my face again unless you have clean hands,”

“yes, mom,” she takes your wheeled luggage while you pick up the rest of your bags. “where are we eating?”

“i’ll take you to my favorite, it’s only 30 minutes from here,”

the ride to the restaurant in mimi’s car was surprisingly just as loud, with you bombarding her with questions about her life here in the bustling city. your conversation crosses over to dinner, from talking about your sister’s job and your college professors to sharing stories from your past relationships that you've never told and almost crying over old memories.

ever since someone confessed to you for the first time, the timeline you live in changed tremendously. you felt the need to be in a relationship and be around someone all the time. you convinced yourself that it wasn't because of the pressure among people your age to be in one (although it is true), but because it felt nice to have a favorite person and to be someone's favorite person. you were either constantly looking for someone who you could call your ‘significant other’, or entertaining someone who wanted to call you exactly that.

unfortunately, this came at a high price. it’s not an uncommon notion that many couples break up at some point, whether it's after a few months or a few years. you weren't unacquainted with this either. you've had your fair share, with numbers rising up to two hands (not that body count matters). and since you hardly had anyone to turn to, you've learned to deal with the post-breakup process mostly on your own. over time, it became easier and faster to move on, crying less each time. you avoided giving your entire being into the relationship, giving less and less of yourself so as not to break too hard in the end.

“honestly though, i’m tired. i’m gonna stop looking for someone to like and just focus on college. whether i get into a relationship again or not, that's no longer my problem,”

“stop lying to yourself. you know you’re gonna jump the person you like, even if it's only slight, the moment they confess to you,” miyoung chuckles as she takes a scoop of her mashed potato.

“you know me so well,” you give her a strained smile. “but shut the fuck up anyway,”

this is why you will always be grateful for your one and only sister. although you didn't have people to turn to when you needed comfort, she always helped you pick yourself back up. you may have lost numerous people in the span of only a few years, but miyoung was the only one who stayed constant. although she was the more hard-working one in your duo, she never failed to make time for you.

before you know it, you’re back in the car, and she’s driving you to her apartment, your jetlag slowly sinking in. once you arrive, you don’t even bother to unpack some of your things and head straight to bed.

the blaring of your alarm, unfortunately, disrupts your deep sleep. you pick up your phone which is right beside your head and turn it off to see that it’s already 11 in the morning. when you walk out into the living room to find no one around, you assume that your sister has already left for work.

after you make yourself brunch with whatever was in the kitchen, you take your time getting ready, unpacking some of your things while you’re at it. it’s really refreshing to finally have absolutely nothing to worry about that the worst thing that’s running through your mind is what to do next. you didn’t really want to create an entire itinerary for every second of your stay, but your sister did send you a list of places she thought you might want to visit. today, however, you just wanted to relax and go wherever your feet take you.

although the city doesn’t seem so special at first glance, you take time to observe all the buildings and establishments you pass by, from houses to bookshops, and all the people walking around with you. when a little flower shop comes into view not too far away, you decide you want to buy some flowers for your room and for your sister.

when you enter, no one was around, not even behind the counter. still, you slowly walk around the shop and see which ones you should buy. you don’t notice that someone was already standing next to you until he spoke up.

“hi, is there anyone you want to give flowers to?” you were so startled by the low voice that you somehow manage to lose your balance as you turned towards the pink-haired man who thankfully catches you by the arm. “woah, sorry i didn’t mean to scare you,”

“it’s fine. i guess i could never go through my day without tripping over my own feet at least once,” you look up again to the man beside you and wow you never thought pink hair could suit someone so well.

you didn’t realize you were staring when he spoke up again. “so, may i help you?”

”oh! well, i’m buying for my sister and for myself, but i’m not really sure what’s appropriate since i’m not familiar with the messages behind these,” you reach out for the flowers labeled ‘white carnations’.

“those can represent innocence, purity, and luck,” he says as he watches you move around and lightly brush the flowers in front of you.

“then maybe gratitude? for my sister,”

the man doesn’t even need a second to think and immediately turns around, to which you follow. he picks up a few flowers from the ‘hydrangea’ basket and hands them to you. “hydrangeas can also mean grace and beauty,”

“these are perfect,” you smile at how they truly remind you of your sister.

“then what about for you?”

you look up at him and notice his big curious eyes waiting for what you might want. “surprise me,” you quickly look at his nametag. “..seonghwa,”

he takes a hot minute to look into your eyes as if that could help him find out more about you, find out which flowers suit your style and personality. after he goes around the shop for a while, he comes back with two types of flowers.

“couldn’t choose, so i got both. these are asters and white camellias,”

“and is there a reason you got me these?”

he takes a moment to look at you again, opening and closing his mouth, seemingly trying to decide whether he should tell you or not. “...secret,”

“you- why not?”

“flowers are meant to deliver messages that you can’t really say out loud,” he shrugs and flashes a shy smile, and you debate whether you should tease him about it and push him to tell you, or just leave the mystery be. “alright, fine, i’ll tell you. but you have to spend the rest of the day with me,”

“and why would i do that?” you smirked at his indirect attempt at what you assume is asking you out. although i would gladly do so anyway is what you want to say next but obviously, you don’t. “google doesn’t exist for nothing,” you declared.

“well, i think you’d miss out on a good time and google isn’t always right, you know,” he grins like a child and continues to look at you expectantly. you still take some time to think about it since he is still someone you just met ten minutes ago, but ultimately, you come down to fuck it.

“fine, deal,” for a split second, his eyes widen with shock for accepting his condition at all. “i mean, i don’t really have any plans since it’s fall break. you don’t seem to be a dangerous person either, so … but if you’re planning to take me to the woods, then think again coz i learned judo in freshman year,”

he brings his hands up and uses his left palm and right pointer finger to mimic writing on a piece of paper. “no woods, judo, noted. could you wait for me then? i’ll just arrange and wrap these flowers for you then i just need to tell my boss i’m leaving,” you nod and he takes the flowers from your hands. “we can come back for these later so that you don’t have to carry them around all day,”

you watch as he carefully arranges the flowers he suggested to you with different materials and other smaller flowers with ease. once he’s finished, he sets them aside and goes into the room at the back while you walk towards the window to watch the cars and people passing by.

“where are we going?”

“the national gallery,” you think you’ve heard or read it somewhere, probably one of the things on the list your sister gave you.

“why there? if i may ask,”

“you seem like someone who truly appreciates art, and there’s also a new exhibit i’ve been meaning to visit,”

“okay, but what makes you think i like art?”

“for one, you’ve got a camera hanging around your neck. two, you seem like a thoughtful person. you entered the shop wanting to buy flowers based on their meanings, which not a whole lot of people really do. but honestly, it was just a hunch. am i wrong?,”

“oh no, you’re not. i guess the camera gave it away,” you give him a small smile as you follow him to the art museum, walking side by side. “how about you? are you a botany student or something? you know a lot about flowers,”

“actually, i’m a dance major,” you quickly turn your head in shock as you don’t see any correlation between the two, except maybe when you use flowers as props.

“i didn’t peg you as a dancer,”

“then what did you peg me as?”

“i’m not sure actually. i thought you could be a model, but then i thought maybe you’re taking something biology-related?”

“a model?” he chuckles at that, and his cheeks turn a gentle shade of pink, which you just pass off as due to the cold weather. “i did actually consider bio, but in the end, i went with dance. i work at the shop because i wanted to do part-time, and my aunt owns it, so i help out. she told me i should at least learn a bit about floriography, so i did,” you turn your head to him, silently asking what the word means. “floriography is the language of flowers. it comes from the victorian era,”

“oh, so that’s why you could just tell your ‘boss’ you were leaving as if you were just asking your mom if you could go outside to play. i thought they were just really nice,”

“that’s what you’re hung up on?” he turns to you and chuckles breathily. “you could come work with me at the shop, then .. uh i just realized-,”

“it’s y/n. and you just broke my record for the longest time it takes for a stranger to ask my name,” the both of you laugh as you enter the museum.

after walking through different exhibits for a while, you finally arrive at the one that he wanted to see. when you enter, you are delighted to see that there are quite a few more people looking around. you notice that seonghwa seems to be looking for someone in the venue. “do you mind going around by yourself for a bit? i’m just gonna greet my friends,”

you shake your head and watch as he walks towards a few guys, suddenly hearing loud banters from them. after looking at the artworks alone for a while, you feel someone walking towards you.

“you ditch all your dates like this?”

“you guys are on a date?” you turn to the man beside you and realize that’s not seonghwa.

“and you are?”

“name’s hongjoong. i’m a friend of the man you came in here with,” hongjoong? you check the description of the sculpture you were just looking at to see the same name. “yep, i also made that,”

“woah, you sculpted this? you’re really good! i love the perfect balance of intricate details and the serenity that seems to flow from it,”

“thanks. at least someone knows how to appreciate my work,” he rolls his eyes and looks at seonghwa as the man in question approaches the both of you.

“you said you wanted constructive criticism, so i gave you exactly that,”

“saying i need to do it all over again is not constructive criticism,”

“you were making a portrait of me, and it didn’t look like me, what did you want me to say?” you lightly chuckle at their bickering and pull them away from each other before anything happens.

“anyway, i think my prof might be calling me. it was nice meeting you, seonghwa’s date,” you smile and bow as hongjoong jogs away.

“date?”

“oh, that’s nothing. take it as you will,”

after a few moments of silence, you try to strike up a conversation again. “so hongjoong .. is he an art major?”

“yeah, we go to the same college. his prof decided to showcase their sculptures for their final last sem, but today was the only day available, so here they are. what about you? you seem to be a long way from home,” you frown at him in confusion, spurring him on to explain what he meant. “you said earlier that you’re on fall break right now, and it’s definitely not fall break here in london. and you were taking pictures when we were walking outside,” he blurted as he pointed towards your camera.

“damn, how did you even pick up on that? and here i thought i was doing an excellent job at pretending not to be a tourist,” you chuckle as you pick up your camera from hanging it around your neck and examine it as if you don’t already know how to use it. “i’m actually a photography major. i came here to visit my sister, but i also hoped i could get some inspiration and good pictures while i’m here,”

“that’s really cool. if you want to take pictures of me, you don’t need to ask- i’d be most honored,” he smiles and bows like a prince, with one arm across his stomach and the other behind him.

the rest of the night continues like a breeze, with seonghwa agreeing to meet up with his other friends later in the night, saying he’ll be “a little late”, and you feeling a little bad that you’re probably the reason behind it. the both of you also decided to get some dinner together, and the entire time, it just felt like you were catching up with an old friend.

when it was getting dark, you both head back to the flower shop, which was already closed. seonghwa opens the doors with his keys, grabs the flowers he wrapped for you earlier and hands them to you.

“may i walk you home? it’s dark out now,”

“it’s fine, you’ve got your friends waiting for you, and the apartment’s only a few blocks away,”

“please, it’s the least i can do for asking you to spend your day with me so suddenly,” it takes you a solid 5 seconds to remember the whole deal you made this afternoon.

“oh right! yes, you definitely have to walk me home,” you say as you start walking. “so tell me, why did you choose these flowers for me?”

he stares at you for a moment, but instead of replying, he turns to the satchel bag slung on his shoulder and fishes for a small pocketbook from one of the compartments, which he hands over to you. you read the title in your head as it says ‘the language of flowers’.

“look for asters and white camellias when you get home,”

“you’re still not gonna tell me?”

he simply shrugs. “i still stand by what i said about delivering silent messages,”

all you could do was chuckle at the man’s antics. you can’t really blame him anyway because it seems impossible to be angry with him and because you surprisingly enjoyed the time you spent with him today.

as if on cue, the building of your sister’s apartment comes into view. “well, this is me. see you around?”

“yeah, you know where to find me,” he smiles, and you turn to enter the building, but not before waving one last time. as you walk towards the unit, all you can think about is the flowers in your hand, the little book, and seonghwa.

once you enter the flat, you are greeted with the sight of takeout and a zombie of a sister, who hardly even noticed you arrive, combined with a sitcom playing on the tv.

“these flowers are for you, mimi,” you place the hydrangeas on the small round dining table.

“thanks? what for?”

“nothing, just felt like it. i’ll just put my stuff down then i’ll eat with you,”

you hear a tired ‘okay’ as you enter your room. the moment you closed the door, you open the floriography book to find that asters represent love, wisdom, faith, and daintiness, but you notice a little note written by who you assume is seonghwa, saying that they were also used as offerings in the altar of the gods in greek mythology. a few more flips of pages and you find that white camellias symbolize adoration, and that in the victorian era, it roughly translates to ‘you’re adorable’.

if you weren’t blushing like a little schoolgirl earlier, you definitely are now.

the next few days were spent either with seonghwa or your sister miyoung. however, because miyoung has a 9 to 5 job, usually working overtime even on saturdays, you seemed to be around seonghwa a lot more, not that you’re complaining.

when your sister was free though, she would either take you to her favorite restaurants for dinner or you both just stayed at the apartment and binge watched an old cartoon series you used to watch together as kids. meanwhile, when seonghwa wasn’t busy attending lectures or working, he usually took your afternoons, bringing you to different tourist spots and smaller establishments like a tour guide. and on days when he can't accompany you, he makes sure to call. he’s even introduced you to his other friends, the ones he talked to when you went to the national gallery, and you found them to be a chaotic but welcoming bunch.

one time, after taking you through the hampton court palace, you stepped into the nearest gift shop right after. on the numerous times you asked to go to a gift shop, he noticed that you usually only bought a postcard with a photo of the place you just visited. and every time before he walks you back to your sister’s apartment, you always ask to stop by a cafe first where you take out the postcard and quickly write on it. this time, curiosity got the best of him.

“why don’t you buy anything else aside from a postcard? i’ll pay if you want,”

you look up from the card you were busy writing on and at seonghwa who is sitting in front of you.

“oh no, it’s fine. postcards are really all i need. not those shot glasses or bottle openers,” you chuckle as you go back to writing.

“then let me rephrase my question. why do you buy a postcard every day and also write on it hurriedly in a cafe every day?”

you look up again, and you guess it showed a bit of hesitancy because then he was suddenly waving his hands.

“oh! no, if you don’t wanna tell me, it’s fine. i was just curious,”

“you’re gonna laugh,” you give him a reassuring smile and look away.

“i won’t. scout’s promise,”

you look back at him and switch between his eyes, but you only found sincerity in them. you sigh as you finally tell him that you write on postcards like a diary, going through everything that’s happened on that day because you unfortunately have a poor memory.

“really?”

“yeah, i treat it like a travel journal. it’s so tedious to actually maintain one, so i do this instead,”

“who do you address them to?”

“... myself. i write them to myself .. from myself,”

he smiles fondly at the hobby of yours that he just discovered. “that’s cute. then, will you also mail them?”

“yeah!” you beam when he didn’t show any signs of feeling somewhat appalled or make any jokes. “it’s really cool to find them in your mailbox at home too. sometimes they even come home wet from rain,”

you go back to finishing on your postcard, but not without noticing the eyes that are constantly on you.

today wasn’t any different. it’s a saturday, and seonghwa promised to take you around the city again after meeting up in the morning with his group to work on a presentation. you accidentally woke up a little earlier than you intended, so you decided to surprise him at the college library.

you weren’t very good with directions, so it took you a while before you found his university. when you arrived, all your frustrations from going around in circles were suddenly washed away as you took in the beauty of the campus. most of the buildings looked a bit old, probably at least 100 years old, with distinct old english decorations half covered in vines. of course, there were still some more modern buildings, but there was a good balance between the two that makes the school feel homely.

a few students were coming in and out of the gates when you facepalmed yourself once you realized that there was no way of you getting inside without ruining the surprise.

seonghwa, on the other hand, was busy working on the slides for his group’s presentation. one of his groupmates who hasn't been helping also didn't show up today, so he now has to do their parts as well. he was starting to get fed up with the stress he was feeling, and being unable to let it out in a library was not helping- until he received a message from you.

y/n: hey

y/n: so uh

y/n: the stupidity kinda came out today

seonghwa: good morning to u too

seonghwa: did something happen?

y/n: im kinda outside ur school gates rn

y/n: but i realized i don’t have a student card lmao

seonghwa: WHAT .

seonghwa: stay right there

finally having an excuse to take a break, he told the rest of his group that he just needed to pick something up. he brisk walked towards the library doors and quickly ran across campus to where you were waiting.

“what are you doing here?”

“i was supposed to surprise you coz i woke up too early,” you slightly sulk as he ushers you into the campus. “now i made you leave your group. sorry about that,”

“don’t be. i needed a distraction. plus as long as it's you, i don’t mind,” he declares as he turns to you with a small smile on his face.

there he goes again. his words are so simple, but the way he says them with an air of grace and confidence makes him seem so dignified and somehow out-of-reach, yet it pulls you to him even more.

when you reach the library, he asks you to wait for him as he goes back inside to grab his things and take his leave from the group.

“where are we going, dora the explorer?”

“what do you mean, i’m just the monkey or the map at best,” he chuckles as you walk side-by-side with a distance in between you that may or may not be a little too small. “actually since you’re here, i thought we could go around campus for a while,”

“i’d like that. everything about it is so beautiful and enchanting, almost like castles pulled straight from fairytales if they were real,”

“they don’t compare to you, though. you’re at the center keeping all this beauty together,” again with the genuine smile and calm tone.

“stop being so cheesy without being a tease. it’s so hard to get annoyed with you like that,” you lightly punch his arm and he dramatically feigns pain as he rubs the spot you just hit.

“you’ll just have to get used to it,”

after walking around for some time, you find yourselves alongside a river where seonghwa sits under a tree, watching you take a few photos of the scenery and buildings.

“i have an idea. do you think you can do one of your routines here?”

“here? right now?”

“yeah i mean there's no one else here, and i wanted to take pictures of you,” you slightly blush as you realize what you just said.

“okay, i guess i can do one or two. but you’re only allowed to take good pictures,”

“even if i tried getting a weird photo of you, you’d still look good anyway,” you scoff, sitting down in the shade and leaning backwards on your hands to take a good look at him.

“take a picture. it’ll-”

“that’s old, seonghwa. try it on someone who’s not a photography major,” he laughs breathily as you take off your bright purple cardigan. “wear this,”

“while dancing? also i think my hair alone is already bright enough to stand out in a crowd,”

“just trust me,”

he mutters a small ‘okay’, removes his own cardigan and tie, and unbuttons his shirt before taking your piece of clothing.

“what are you doing?” your hands slip on the grass and you fall sharply on your elbows and back when you turn to see him shirtless.

“i don’t think your cardigan goes well with what i’m wearing,” he said with a teasing tone and a smirk plastered on his face.

once he’s fully clothed once again, you take the matching purple handkerchief wrapped around your hair and wrap it around his neck like a choker. you were so focused on tying the cloth properly and so closely that you didn’t notice the way seonghwa stared at your concentrated face and held in his breath.

“okay! now play a song and dance right there beside the river. just be careful,”

he walks over to the spot you pointed at and plays a melancholic song just loud enough for the both of you to hear. the moment you hear the music, his face contorts into something of pain and longing, and you were immediately enthralled.

a rush of a feeling you can’t quite place surges through you as you capture the man before you, pushing you to amplify all the emotions flowing through seonghwa as he seemingly floats on air. you were so entranced by the scene that you hardly registered the sound of your camera clicking and your body subconsciously kept moving around to find the right angle.

you didn’t even realize the song had already finished until he bent over on his knees panting. you get up and slowly walk towards him.

“seonghwa…”

just as you were about to shower him in compliments and admiration, another song started playing, this time more upbeat. he immediately looked up at you while stars seemingly twinkled in his doe eyes. “one more,”

you smile at how excited he looked and how he doesn’t seem to lose energy and walk back to where you were taking pictures.

a completely different person was dancing this time. he no longer looks like a man who’s lived 20 lives and experienced heartbreak in all of them. no, his inner child seemed to come to life as he danced in a different, more sharp style with a smile that almost hid his eyes. if just a while ago, he was a swan full of grace and poise, now he was a butterfly who is finally free and couldn’t have a care in the world.

by the time the first chorus of the song finished, you suddenly remembered that you brought your film camera with you today, so you rush back under the tree to grab it. you weren’t even sure if there was any film left inside. since you’re trying to capture a moving subject, you could only hope that the photos you’ll take with it will come out fine.

once the song finished, you immediately started clapping and cheering as he staggers towards the shade.

“that was so good! the stark difference between the two dances– and yet you expressed both emotions so well! i don’t know how you did it, but that was beautiful,” you beamed in awe as seonghwa lays flat on the grass with an equally radiant smile on his face.

“thanks. i haven’t had that much fun in a while. it felt kinda .. freeing,”

you put away your cameras and lay beside him, elation still coursing through your veins. you turn towards him to see that he’s closed his eyes in hopes to gain back his energy. his breathing matches yours as you both bask in the cool breeze.

“i have a question, which by the way you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable because i’m just cu-,”

“y/n, i promise i’m comfortable with you, but what is it?,” he chuckles slightly.

“is there any particular reason you chose to pursue dancing?”

he opens his eyes to stare at the leaves trying to block the harsh sun. “this might sound a bit cliche, but i used to watch my mom perform. she was a very graceful dancer until she suffered from an injury that stopped her from dancing. that didn't discourage me from pursuing it though. i always wanted to be like her, and i found that it was easy for me to express emotions when dancing. i also just enjoy the fulfillment that choreographing and learning routines give me. doing them with other people is also really fun,” he smiles as he stares into the distance longingly. “your turn,”

“me?”

“yeah, i’m curious too,” he turns to his side, props up his arm and leans his head on his hand while gazing at you. this time, it was you who stared up into the half empty sky.

“i got my first camera when i was 16. it was a simple disposable film camera, and i didn't wanna waste any film, so i tried teaching myself how to take good pictures. i really liked how you could tell stories and also show the beauty around me that only i could see in just one picture alone, but i was mostly into the idea of immortalizing memories and moments into a piece of film. i already told you that i usually have a hard time remembering things in the past, so the pictures i take are always dear to me,”

a comfortable silence takes over, so you turn your head to find seonghwa simply staring. “are you gonna say something?”

he goes back to lying on his back and sighs. “i was just thinking about what you said. i must have saved a kingdom in my past life for me to be among your pictures then,” he smiles and turns his head towards you.

you chuckle as you both continue to look into each other’s eyes, both wanting to say something but tongues seemingly caught in their throats.

“i have an idea,”

he gets up and pulls out his phone once again, making you sit up as well. “aren’t you tired?”

“nope,” he pops the ‘p’ as he scrolls through his phone. “i could never be tired of dancing,”

once he finds and plays the song he’s looking for, he sets it down and slightly bends over to bring his hand out in front of you.

“may i have this dance?”

“i don’t know how. plus you’re really sweaty,”

“c’mon, don’t ruin the moment,”

you reluctantly place your hand over his, and he helps you up. he places your left hand on the upper part of his arm, then he places his right hand behind your shoulder, his arm supporting yours up. he takes your other hand and clasps them together as he brings you closer to him.

“i never learned how to waltz,” you look down as you whisper sheepishly.

“look at me,” you do as he says and you find your breath caught in your throat as you stare into each other’s eyes. “relax, i’ll guide you. right foot forward first,”

you take your time trying to move around without stepping on his or your feet, which you do a few times, but he doesn’t even look the least bit annoyed. by the time you reach the last leg of the song, you finally get the hang of things, and you’re grinning with satisfaction.

at the end of the song, he spins you around, and you manage to stumble on your legs. you almost fall on your back, but he’s quick to hold you up, albeit a little too close to his face.

“hi,” he chuckled with childlike wonder before he helps you to your feet.

although the song is over, neither of you move or say anything, unable to leave the gaze you held upon each other.

“i think we should .. get going?” you ask as you look away from him upon sensing the growing tension. he simply nods as he takes off the clothes you gave him and changes into what he was wearing earlier.

“i’ll take these with me and wash them first,”

you can only agree as you remain in your flustered state. you both take your leave from the university campus, and seonghwa steps back into his tour guide character.

the rest of your time here in london was pretty much the same, a cycle of spending time with miyoung or seonghwa, and occasionally his friend group. however, the day you had to fly back home was slowly coming around, haunting you each day it does. you’d very much hate to leave, not when both miyoung and seonghwa are here.

miyoung knew that your last day in london was nearing, so she tried to spend more time with you. unfortunately for you, in that time, she noticed that you always had flowers when coming home, and now she knows that you’ve been ‘seeing’ a guy, although you've reminded her countless times that you and seonghwa weren't like that.

she then asked to invite him over a few times, wanting to meet and ‘approve’ or ‘disapprove’ of him. you were thankful that seonghwa was a good sport about it and even made your sister head over heels for him (in an approving ‘he’s too good for you!’ type of way).

on the other hand, you were too afraid to tell seonghwa that you were going back home in a few days. it was stupid, you know, but you couldn't find the right time to tell him.

that was your first mistake.

because when he appeared on your doorstep, flowers in hand and about to actually ask you out (but you didn't know that), he was more than devastated.

“you’re leaving?” you saw how his usual twinkling eyes suddenly looked empty, and it twisted something painfully inside you.

“yeah,” you whisper as you look away from him. “i’m really sorry i didn't tell you earlier. i couldn't bring myself to tell you,”

you take the flowers from his hands and open the door even further to let him inside the apartment, and he tries his best not to look too dejected.

that was your second mistake.

you offer him something from the kitchen, which he declines, and you wonder how long you'll be feeling guilty like this.

your flight is in a few hours, so you go back to your room as miyoung tries to strike a conversation with him to lighten the mood.

after a while, as you fold the remainder of your clothes, he knocks at your door, and you allow him in. in the corner of your eye, you notice him walking to your messy study table.

“are these .. all the flowers i’ve given you?”

you know exactly what he's talking about, and for some reason, it hurts you even more.

“yeah, i wanted them to last so i took a few and dried and pressed them,” you wanted to tell him that you wanted to keep every reminder of him that you could have, but you don’t.

“what about the postcards?”

“i already had them mailed this morning,”

“oh,”

you take in a deep breath and sigh shakily. you know exactly how you feel about the man, and what you wished you could say to him. your sister even helped you realize that last night. and you also reluctantly came to terms with the fact that you can’t be with him because it would be hard to maintain a long-distance relationship while it's still fresh.

and you cursed the universe for letting this happen to you.

just when you finally decided to stop actively looking for love, seonghwa casually enters your life and gives you exactly that.

it was scary how easily and quickly you became comfortable around him, so much so that you have never been so willing to give your whole self to someone in such a long time.

you may have been a tourist here in london, but he made you feel like your home belongs here, with him, in his arms.

“and these are the pictures you took of me?”

your head snaps up because you thought you already packed them.

“.. yeah,”

“they're beautiful. may i keep one?”

“of course. i still have the soft copy, so don’t worry,” you finish folding and packing your clothes, so you move to your table.

he watches as you clean up and pack the things on your table, carefully placing the dried flowers inside a notebook and the photos inside an envelope.

“do you mind if i drive you to the airport?”

“are you sure? are you not busy?”

“yeah, i’m sure. i wanna maximize my time with you,”

you slightly freeze at that and take your eyes away from his because you feel like you'll start crying if you keep eye contact with him.

before you know it, seonghwa’s already driving you and your sister to the airport, the flowers he brought earlier on your lap.

unloading your luggage and taking you to the entrance was faster than you would have liked.

you turn to your sister first, and she starts crying.

“stop crying. you know i’m just as emotional as you are,”

she cups your face and places your foreheads together, something you did when she also left your home for london.

“call me when you arrive, okay? and don’t you dare avoid my calls whatsoever,”

you smile and a tear falls from your eye as you hug her tight.

you then turned to seonghwa. you couldn't bring yourself to look up at him because you knew that the tears would never stop if you did.

“hey, look at me,”

you did exactly that and found that he also shed a tear, and now you really couldn't hold it in. you wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“don’t miss me too much,” he chuckled as he stroked your hair to calm you down. “call me too when you’ve arrived, okay? i promise we'll keep in touch coz i’m not going anywhere,”

you nod as you try to stop crying. before you released him from your hug, he whispers, “i wish you could stay,”

you finally break, and you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to recover. i would if you asked me to, but it’s too late for that now.

unable to do anything else out of fear of also breaking, he takes one of your hands gently as if they would break and kisses the back of it.

if you stayed in his presence a little longer, you knew you wouldn't be able to leave, so you took your luggage and went through the gates. you turned back to them once more to wave, and that was the last you saw of seonghwa.

two weeks after you arrived back at your home, you finally received the postcards you mailed. you found yourself smiling as you read whatever you wrote, your heart stinging at every mention of seonghwa.

in the first few months, you and seonghwa kept in touch pretty often, as he promised. although it was difficult to do so due to the difference in timezones and college work, you both tried to find time for each other.

however, it became more difficult as time passed. during calls, one of you would either fall asleep or end the call early. over time, you somehow felt like you no longer knew the man you fell hard for all those months ago.

just as quickly as you met and found love in him, he simply became a distant memory engraved in pictures and flowers.

it was now more than a year since your trip to london. you graduated a few months ago and were finally having your very first exhibit. it wasn't too crowded, but you were grateful for all the people who were interested in your work.

you were talking to one of your old college professors when one of the security guards told you that there was something for you at the lobby. you excused yourself and made your way to the concierge.

“hi, i was told there was something for me?”

“ah, miss y/l/n! yes, this bouquet is for you,” they hand you the bouquet they were talking about, and you check the tag for the sender.

there was no name written on it, but you noticed a familiar logo. you look again at the flowers, and you realize what combination they are- asters and white camellias.

you didn't need a second longer for you to know who this was from.

without even sparing the lady at the concierge a simple ‘thank you’, tears started threatening to fall, and you immediately ran back to your exhibit. you frantically searched for any pink-haired man that you might've missed, but to no avail. you tried to calm yourself down and slowly examined the side profiles of the people around, or what you can see of them anyway.

that's when you finally found him, looking at an all too familiar picture that you could recognize even if you were tens of feet away. this time, however, he dyed his hair black, and you thought it made him look even more regal and ethereal.

bouquet of asters and camellias in hand, you slowly make your way to the man as you wipe whatever tears had escaped. you stopped right behind him and sighed.

“hey, stranger.”

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