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물 - 신예찬

word count: 3745 trigger / content warnings : near-drowning

The memory could never dull in Yechan’s mind. While it brought trauma for others, for Yechan it brought something he could have never thought was possible.

-

At six-years-old Yechan attended a yacht party with his parents. It wasn’t uncommon for his parent’s to attend extravagant parties like this, but it was Yechan’s first one he was in attendance of. His mother just received a huge promotion at work and there was a large company party to celebrate, and expenses were the last thing they worried about. 

Yechan, his mother, and father dressed in their nicest attire arrived at the harbor at 3:55pm, 5 minutes before the yacht was suppose to leave. They each handed their tickets to the Captain and boarded. A round of cheers erupted as Yechan’s mother was spotted by company employees and the party began in full swing. Alcohol was shared and food had just arrived at the buffet tables.

Other kids were at the party, but they were much older than Yechan. The next youngest was 11-years-old, and they paid no mind to Yechan. He was too young to play ‘big kid’ games according to them. Instead Yechan explored the yacht with his parent’s permission. Yechan had even found the Captain's room with the large wheel. 

“It’s just like a pirate ship!” Yechan exclaimed from the open door. The Captain jumped from the sudden noise and turned to find little Yechan pointing to the wheel of the ship. The Captain laughed.

“Come in and steer it if you want,” the Captain pulled over a tall chair. Yechan walked over to the chair and the Captain pulled him up to sit in it. The Captain stood behind the chair and showed Yechan how to steer the boat and even explained some of the other gadgets in the room.

The two watched the sunset through the dark clouds that were moving in fast over the water. The Captain frowned.

“Alright Skipper, return to your parents and head indoors. We need to head back to the mainland before this storm hits,” The Captain ordered and he took Yechan out of the seat. 

Yechan left the room and ran down a hallway. He stopped when he couldn’t remember which way he had come from. He looked around trying to find any of the markers he saw earlier but it was too dark.

“Good Evening folks, this is your Captain speaking,” the intercom called out in the silence, “we unfortunately are heading back to mainland there is a storm quickly approaching. I ask that everyone move themselves inside.”

Yechan, in full panic, ran down a hallway trying to find his way back to his parents and the party.

At the party, Yechan’s parents frantically looked for him. Some of the other employees calmed them and stated he’s probably with the other children in the arcade room. The entire party finally moved inside.

Yechan, unaware he had found himself on the main deck, started to feel the yacht sway. He looked up towards the skin, the brown clouds took over the stars and dark blue sky. He continued to run. He rounded a corner when a violent wave knocked the yacht. Yechan fell to the floor and slid on the tiles. He reached for something to grab. Another wave hit the bottom of the boat and Yechan fell off the edge of the main deck and onto the stern. But it was too late. Rough violent waves were washing over the swimming platform and quickly pulled Yechan into the black waters. 

The water was ice cold on impact and Yechan flapped his arms and kicked his legs around to stay above the water. The temperature of the water quickly faded and felt normal against his clothes and skin, but Yechan was too panicked to feel that. He watched, when the waves were low enough for a moment, as the yacht moved further and further away from him. 

Then the rain started. It hurt as it pelted down on his head. It quickly became harder and harder for Yechan to stay above the surface. The waves were moving too ferociously and his limbs lost strength. Slowly his body stopped fighting the waves and he fell beneath the surface, waiting for death to take him.

His lungs burned for oxygen, and Yechan knew this would be it. He inhaled… but no pain followed. No rush of water to his lungs. He held his breath again. Then his lungs burned to exhale and inhale again. Once more… no pain. Maybe death wasn’t suppose to be painful?

Yechan opened his eyes and everything looked and felt so clear underwater. It was dark, but he could still make out the fish swimming around him. He was well beneath the surface now. With his eyes open this time he inhaled again and exhaled- quickly. He proceeded to do it several times in a row. Why wasn’t he dying? Human’s can’t breathe water. He remembered hearing about one of his distant relatives drowning last summer. 

Suddenly something large swam in the corner of Yechan’s eyes. He turned but it’s too dark to have seen what it was. Then it swam by again, this time slowly. A large silver shark. Yechan’s heart pounds. Now he knew he wasn’t dead, and he was far from it… well at least until this shark attack. Instead of attacking him, the shark just swam in circles around him. Again and again and again.

After a while the Shark began to swim underneath him, occasionally bumping into him which caused Yechan to swim a little higher. Yechan’s eyes never left the shark, he watched as it swam around him. 

Then his head broke the surface. Yechan inhaled oxygen, and it didn’t burn his lungs. 

How long had he been underwater? The storm had passed, but it was still dark. His eyesight was unbothered by the saltwater in them, he just blinked a couple times to flush it out and his vision was perfect again.

Another bump scared Yechan. He poked his head under the water, and the shark was gone. Instead a dolphin swam quickly next to him. The dolphin bumped the side of his body again.

Yechan understood and slowly began to swim. The dolphin stayed by his side and pushed him when he started swimming the wrong way.

It felt like forever that Yechan continued to swim. His body ached, but every time he stopped the dolphin would bump into him. But eventually the bumping stopped entirely, and when Yechan noticed he looked around for the dolphin, and it was nowhere to be found. That’s when he saw it. A bright light casted down onto him from a large coast guard boat. Several people jumped into the water and swam towards the Yechan. 

He was brought into the boat, wrapped in more towels than he thought was possible and paramedics checked every part of his body. That’s where he learned he had been in the ocean for 13 hours… missing for 13 hours.

When the coast guard boat docked in the harbor, Yechan’s parents were waiting with the police. Yechan walked off the ship and his mother wailed and ran to him holding on to him. His father quickly joined. Yechan’s mother checked her son despite having paramedics with him.

“You won’t believe his story,” one of the male paramedics told his parents, “he’s alive from a miracle and will power.”

Yechan was taken to a hospital, his parents in the back of the ambulance with them. He was overseen by doctors, nurses, and psychiatrists. Just as the paramedic said, nobody believed Yechan’s story. But the doctors and nurses couldn’t understand how the boy did not have hypothermia or even water in his lungs. He looked like he just went for a swim in his own pool at home. The psychiatrists didn’t understand how his brain scan looked normal. No signs of trauma or damage from water in his lungs if there were to begin with. 

Yechan was considered a blessed miracle. But Yechan knew that nobody believed what he witnessed and went through. He knew he didn’t hallucinate. He was then discharged after a couple days of observation, and he finally went home. He never told his story again, at least not his version. He told a bland version thought to have actually happened according to what everyone else thought. 

A few months later Yechan actually asked his parents if he could sign up for swimming lessons. His parents were wary of the idea. Losing him in the ocean had permanently traumatized them, but Yechan persisted and explained why it could be beneficial. After a few weeks his parents gave in and signed Yechan up for swim lessons right as the summer season sprung into action. 

During his lesson Yechan tested out his ability to breathe underwater more and more. He used it to his advantage and became what he liked to call ‘The Ultimate Swimmer’. He could hold his breath the longest out of his entire team, but of course didn’t just sit under the water for 10 minutes. His record in his first year of swim lessons was 1 minute, and that was impressive to the other seven-year-olds on his team. 

Over the years Yechan improved his stamina, physique, heart rate, and his technique. He was the star swimmer of every team. By the time he was only 12-years-old he had college recruiters hunting him down offering deals if he continued on his journey of swimming. Yechan held onto these offers, paying them no mind. While he loved swimming and winning all his medals the fun was having the excuse to play with his ability of breathing underwater. There were so many things Yechan had done. Swimming was just an excuse to have his parents not freak out about him being near water… well it was also an excuse to improve his ability to swim.

Now at 22-years-old Yechan is still deciding where he wants to go next. He tried out some colleges, but nothing seemed to satisfy him anymore. He hadn’t felt any improvement since he left his highschool team. 

Yechan sits in his room, looking over the possibility of attending a college in the States to swim. He knows his parents want him to stay here, but he feels limited now.

“Yechan!” His mother called as she enters the home. Yechan stands up from his chair and exits his room to meet his mother in the living room. 

His mother wildly waves around an envelope in her hands. She excitedly shoves it into Yechans hands.

“They finally got back to you! Open it! Open it!” His mother cheers. Yechan’s father hurries into the room hearing his wife’s news.

Yechan looks at the emblem of the university imprinted on the envelope. His eyes widened. He rips open the letter and pulls out the folded paper. He unfolds it and reads the following:

“Dear Shin Yechan. It would be our pleasure to inform you of your acceptance as well as the offer of a full-ride scholarship for the upcoming fall semester-”

Yechan’s parents yell in excitement. Yechan smiles and laughs. He had waited a long time for this moment. The one university he had his eyes set on since he was younger finally reached back to him. Applying for the university for three years in a row. Getting accepted was extremely difficult but Yechan had hoped and prayed that he would be accepted. Now he is.

“We’ll have to take a day off of work to tour the school,” Yechan’s mother tells his father. She looks over to Yechan, “hopefully it’s everything you’ve wanted.” She then hugs Yechan.

Yechan retreats back to his room after dinner. He drops the letter on his desk and lays on his bed. He chuckles to himself. He finally got in. After years of applying. 

Yechan walks over to his computer again and searches the university. Acceptance rate: 9.8%. Yechan laughed again. He picked up to read the acceptance letter once more but frowned when he saw something different.

Dear Yechan,

I’m sorry for misleading you about the acceptance letter. With you being in the spotlight it was hard for me to reach out to you. I have tried on several occasions, but all have failed. I do hope you and your parents decide to make the trip out to visit the university because I am located across the street.  You see, I am aware of your ability to breathe underwater, Shin Yechan.

Yechan caught his breath. He hasn’t told a soul since that day. Who wrote this letter?

Would you believe me if I said you were able to do more? There is more than just breathing underwater. I’ll be more than happy to teach and show you. You can find me in the library across the street. I hope to meet you soon.

Poaegi

“Poaegi? What kind of name is that?” Yechan stares at the name. He flipped through the rest of the papers to have found them blank. Nothing of the university was on any other page. How did they do that? 

Yechan stares at the paper a few more minutes before crumbling the paper and throwing it away. He paces a couple times back and forth. He hadn’t told a soul that day. He also clearly remembers no other kid on that yacht having such a weird name like that.

Yechan stops pacing and takes a deep breath. Somebody is just messing with him, right? He currently holds the country's record of holding their breath underwater. Yechan nods his head, they have to be messing with him.

-

Yechan exits the taxi and closes the door behind him. He stands behind his parents. His parents still dragged him to visit the university despite his pleas not to. They didn’t understand why he suddenly didn’t want to go.

“It’s marvelous,” his mother smiles. Yechan quietly agrees, but looks over his shoulder across the street, no library in sight… weird… that’s where they said it would be.

“Let’s go,” Yechan’s father calls out and the three of them walk towards the administration building. A tour guide happily shows them around the campus. Yechan couldn’t believe his eyes, everything really is marvelous… if only he had been accepted. The feeling in his chest felt bitter sweet. Maybe there was still something he could do.

The tour concluded with the guide dropping them off at the campus store and handing them a map.

“Feel free to continue to look over the school and if you have any questions just head back to the administration building and someone will be more than happy to help you,” then the tour guide had left. 

“What do you want to do, Yechan?” His mother asks, and Yechan laughs.

“Well by the looks of it you two want to buy every piece of parent merchandise you can get your hands on,” Yechan jokes. His parents both nod their heads which causes Yechan to realize they are serious.

“I think I want to look around a little bit more. We can all meet back here,” Yechan tells them. His mother hands off the map and her and his father hurry into the campus store excited. Yechan sadly smiles. Maybe this was the time he could see if there was any way he could get into the school, with them distracted.

Yechan looked down at the map, figuring out where he was and where the administration building was. That’s when he spots it, a small little building across the street on the map. Ethereal Trove Library…. And it’s right across the street from the campus store. Yechan looks up from the map and behind him.

Across the road a beautiful ancient-looking building sits across the street. It stands out from all the modern architecture surrounding it. Yechan stares it down, and thinks back to the letter. Would you believe me if I said you were able to do more? Yechan looks back at the store, barely spotting his parents holding up matching shirts they just found, showing each other, and then looks back to the library.

-

The door creaks open and the light fills the dimly lit front room. Yechan enters, and the door slowly closes behind him.

“Hello?” Yechan calls as he slowly approaches the large circular front desk. A head pops out from one of the shelves off to the side. Followed by a small gasp.

Yechan’s eyes follow the noise, and that’s when they see them.

“Shin Yechan?” They quietly ask.

“Poaegi?” Yechan cautiously says, afraid to pronounce it wrong. Poaegi’s eyes light up.

“Oh, it’s really you! You actually came!” They exclaim walking over to Yechan.

“Honestly, I’m not really sure what I’m doing here,” Yechan explains. Poaegi smiles.

“You felt drawn the moment you layed your eyes on here, didn’t you?” They ask, “you want to know more. Or how I know about your ability to breathe underwater.”

Yechan takes a step back, a little alarmed, “more so the how you know.”

“There is a lot that I know. We’re connected you see. What you can do, I can do as well,” Poaegi explains. The hair on the back of Yechan’s neck stands up.

“That’s not terrifying to say to someone you just met,” Yechan tells them, back up towards the door. He turns and runs towards the door.

Poaegi pulls something off their bracelet and it grows in size and a vibrant ombre of purple and blue covers the scales on the mask. They place the mask on their face and swipe their hand in front of them.

Before Yechan can reach the door a wave of water rushes before him, blocking the exit. Yechan stops staring in horror then turns back around to Poaegi.

“I’m sorry,” Poaegi apologizes, “I just want a chance to explain before I lose the chance forever. Getting to you has been the hardest out of all the others.”

“Others?” Yechan asks, “are there others like me?”

Poaegi tilts their head left and right a couple of times, “eh, kind of? They have abilities. Not water, but other abilities.”

“Other abilities?” Yechan repeats.

“Now will you hear me out?” Poaegi asks.

“I guess,” Yechan slowly relaxes himself. The water retreats from the door and Poaegi takes off the half scaled skull mask from their face.

“You, Shin Yechan, are a creation of the universe,” Poaegi begins.

“Whoa whoa,” Yechan stops them, “I don’t need an explanation of how my parents did that.”

Poaegi laughs, “Each response to that line has been amazing. But that’s not what I’m talking about. There is something greater than humans and gods out there. They blessed 12 people with elemental abilities, and they would awaken in the blood line when needed. You have the ability of water. There is also fire, earth, air, light, darkness, healing, mind, electricity, life, and death-”

“That was only 11,” Yechan counters.

Poaegi huffs, “nothing is going to get past you, is it?” Yechan shakes his head. “The 12th is protecting. My ability. But you have the element water. If you can put two and two together, you would figure out that you have the ability to manipulate water just as I did a moment ago-”

“If your ability is to protect, how did you manipulate water?” Yechan asks.

“You know, for someone who isn’t interested and wants to leave, you ask a lot of questions,” Poaegi counters, “The protector has the ability to use all the elements but to a certain degree. I can’t do everything you are able to do.”

“Why do you need me then if you can do what I can do?” Yechan asks. He quickly ducks from a flying book Poaegi threw.

“Really, you ask a lot of questions,” Poaegi tells him, “let me get to everything.” Yechan motions that he’s going to zip his lips and waits for Poaegi to continue. “The protector cannot use the abilities of said element if the being with the elemental power is not near me. So if you go back home I am not able to use the water element. You enhance and give me power to use you element too. We need you to complete the team Yechan. Something is coming. I don’t know what but your powers would have not awakened if they weren’t needed. You and the others. I need to train you on your abilities and give you your relics. We have to be ready for whatever is coming.”

Yechan raises his hand.

“What?”

“Did you always have your ability then if you say ours have just awakened?” Yechan asks.

“My family has always know about it’s abilities, they have been awakened once before and since then everything has been taught and passed down so the next time we are prepared,” Poaegi explains, “so I’m sorry that I tricked your parents and you into thinking you got into your dream school. But that’s how badly we need you, Yechan.” Poaegi pulls out a card and hands it to Yechan.

“I know this is a lot to think about, but please do think about it,” Poaegi begs, “I can get fake forms and have you ‘all set up’ for school so your parents don’t know.” Yechan looks over the card. Poaegi +82 XX XXXX YYYY . “You can do so many things Yechan, you have just scratched the surface.”

Yechan awkwardly smiles at them and nods his head and hesitates a moment.

“You can go now. No more water wall,” Poaegi motions. Yechan tightly smiles before walking out of the library.

He meets his parents at the coffee shop next door to the campus store. His mother has one bag while his father carries three more.

“You really went all out,” Yechan awkwardly laughs.

“Why wouldn’t we? This is your dream school. Your next steps,” his father smiles. 

-

Yechan walks into his room, a university sweatshirt and Poaegi’s card in his hand. He sits on his bed. He looks down at the sweatshirt and sighs. There is nothing more that he wants than to attend the university. Would Poaegi actually be able to get him in if he asked? Something in exchange for his help? Yechan starred at the card. He sighed again before tossing the card onto his nightstand and the shirt onto his desk across the room. He could just sleep on it for the night. 

 Just one night.

[sugar-kisser]

Hot Coffee « Choi San (RW)

original warnings: none word count: 3359

You look up from the ground in front of you and smile as you notice the little black corner shop quickly coming into your view with every step you take. Your hand grabs the metal door handle, the palm of you hand instantly freezing due to the lowering temperatures of the fast approaching winter. You’re just waiting for the snow fall to come, so you can enjoy the pretty white scene of what the city becomes, especially overnight.

A small little bell chimes as you open the door and enter, causing a pool of black hair with a strong silver streak to pop up, stoping his spot in the book he’s so engrossed in. The barista brightly smiles at you, his dimples caving deep into his cheeks.

“Y/N! You’re here much earlier than usual,” he slightly giggles as he calls for you barely containing his excitement. Some times you wonder what goes on in his head or if he’s mentally five.

“My last class got canceled last minute today, again,” you lie. Well you’re not entirely lying. Your class did actually get canceled today last minute, but you’ve ditched this class two other times now and you’ve told San that the class has been canceled. Truth be told you’re trying to avoid a couple of girls who have been harassing you for the past two months, and you just need a break.

“Do you want your usual?” San asks, already grabbing one of the large black cups. You nod you head and mumble a please. San smiles your way before moving towards the coffee station and begins to make your favorite drink. It’s not even a drink you can order on the menu, but because you come here so often San would make you new drinks all the time till you decided a favorite. You discovered this place in the beginning of the school year. San worked most days since he’s enrolled in mostly online classes. You like to come to the small coffee shop to work mostly on your graphic design assignments. You tend to find inspiration in little places that you are most comfortable in. The shop has only a handful of tables, but your favorite seat is on the bar attached to San’s entire work space. Most of the walls are windowed from top to bottom with black framing. San had recently even been hanging up plants around the shop to give it another spark of life. The shop isn’t much but it’s comfortable to you, and you can freely work in the environment.

San gently slides the drink across the countertop towards you, a small little trail of steam coming from the hole in the lid. You go to reach for your wallet in your bag, but San stops you.

“You know you don’t have to pay for you drinks,” San tells you.

“San,” you whine, “that’s not fair to everyone else. You need to stop giving me drinks for free.”

“Not everyone is like you,” San winks before walking off to go wipe down the equipment he just used. You feel a little bit of heat rise to your cheeks, and you take your drink and move to the bar on the side of San’s work station. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on San. He’s one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met. You both were a little quiet at first but you two quickly grew comfortable with each other due to you coming everyday to the coffee shop. Your conversations grew from just “hey how are you?” to “if you’re going to put that much cinnamon power into my drink I might as well snort it.” And to add a cherry on top, you’ve developed a small, little, tiny winy….. okay maybe it’s not small- BUT you have a crush on the cute, flirty barista who is also one of your friends. For all you know you could be friend zoned, so there is a little dilemma. You don’t really plan on telling San about your feelings, you’d rather deal with them until they go away than risk what you have now- because what you have now is really nice. 

You set your drink on the counter and pull yourself into one of the high standing chairs. You then pull out your tablet and pull up your newest project you’ve been working on for a past couple days.

“What are you working on now?” San walks over to his side of the station connected to the bar where you are sitting at and rests his arms on top of the coffee machines.

“We have to create logo’s,” you tell him, “they can be for real companies or just made up.” You turn your tablet to show San the three different logo designs you’ve started. Each different logo representing a different company. One of them happens to be a design for the coffee shop you’re at- the other two are for made up companies.

“Is that one for here?” San asks, lighting up even more pointing to a small floral design, “look how detailed it is. All the flowers. They’re so pretty. Especially the big one in the middle.” You look over at your design and your eyes land on the giant water lily. “Are you about to color it all in?” 

“I will when I’m finished with the other two designs. Why do you have suggestions?” You asks looking back at San with a smile and a small laugh at his deep interest in your assignment.

“No, no, no,” San laughs as he stands back up straight, “just curious. I think it’s going to be pretty no matter what you do with it.” You feel the blush quickly return to your cheeks but quickly push away the butterflies.

“I hope it turns out good. Maybe you’ll be able to use it for the shop,” You tell San as you pick up your stylus and begin working on one of the other designs.

“You know I’d love to,” San winks at you, “I’ll have to show my boss. Doubt he’ll say no, you’re talented.”

“Ah, thank you, San,” you laugh shyly, “I’m no professional. I still have a long way before I’m considered good.”

“Stop beating yourself up, Y/N,” San laughs, “you’re really talented. I hope someday you’ll see that.” You smile and look away from San, trying to cover you cheeks from another wave of pink. Why can’t you just seem to maintain your cool today? You look back at your designs and enlarge the image of one of the unfinished designs and begin working away. San begins to clean down his counter but looks over his shoulder your way. He loves the way you engross yourself into your work and the way your eyes light up when you finally get the look you’re wanting for your design. He knows you take pride in what you do and how much you love it. He just doesn’t understand why you’re so hard on yourself all the time. You never seem proud of any work you do. Yeah everyone can beat themselves up because they don’t think they did the best job they could, but you just never seem to be proud of anything you make. But little does San know the reason why you’re so hard on yourself is because of the girls that harass you. They always find a way to point out flaws to your professor when presenting or whisper about how anything you do isn’t as nice as everyone else’s, things like that. It’s created this unhealthy mental mindset in you, and you can’t seem to shake it.

You realize time has passed when San refills your cup for a third time, which means you are most definitely not sleeping tonight unless you manage to get all this energy out of you. The sun has begin to reach it’s spot on the horizon.

“Have you started coloring yet?” San asks as he fills up your cup.

“A little,” you tell him as you zoom out from the first logo, the one San really likes, “I’m just messing around with colors to see what I like.” San leans past your shoulder to get a closer look at your tablet. His face just inches away from yours looking at the design. You watch as his eyes jump around looking at the little elements and the colors you have picked out at the moment. The corner of his eyes crinkle and his little dimples pop onto his cheeks along with a smile. He begins to speak but his words don’t reach your ears. You trying to remember to breathe and to not make a fool of yourse-

“Y/N?” San asks waving his hand in front of your face. His face turned towards yours and a slight look of worry replaced his smile. You blink a couple times and focus on San who breaks out of his worry and back into a smile. “You’re so cute. I’ll be back I think I have customers. I want to see the other designs!” You nod your head and the boy hurries back to get behind the counter. You put your head down and your hands cover your mad red cheeks. Seriously what is up with you today? At this rate San will definitely figure out you like him. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths before looking back up at your tablet, and get back to work. You zoom back into your logo and begin coloring in another petal of the water lily.

“I’m going to head into the back to grab more coffee grounds. Yell if anyone walks in,” San tells you hand resting on your shoulder to grab your attention. You nod your head and watch the boy disappear into the back before turning back to your work.

“Well, well, well. Look what we found,” an all too familiar venomous voice breaks your train of thought. Your breath hitches slightly and you look up at the two girls standing in front of you.

“Is there something you need? Or no?” You ask, almost deadpan. This is the last place you want to see them, especially since it’s your one safe happy place.

“No,” she answers then looks around the shop, “figures you would come here. Must be where you get all your ridiculous ideas from. Makes sense; there is no inspiration. But…. you got a cute barista, so I’ll give you some credit.”

“Leave him alone,” you warn her with a flat tone. The last thing you need is for San to be brought into whatever beef you have with these girls.

“What’s with the attitude? We’re trying to be nice,” the other girl growls.

“Nice? You’re joking, right?” You ask, “you come in here, insult a place I like to be at, and my designs in one sentence.”

“You need to learn to keep your mouth shut,” the first girl tells you, voice low and threatening. You can feel your heart beat against your shirt. You know you can’t give up, not this time. You take in a deep slow breath to clam your nerves and the two girls stand there watching you, unsure of what you are going to do or say.

“Apologize,” the first girl demands.

“No,” you immediately answer her.

“No?” She asks almost taken aback with your sudden boldness she or her friend have never seen before. You go to open your mouth again to repeat yourself but your stopped when you feel a burning hot splash against your skin. A sudden high pitches scream escapes your lungs in reaction. You hear something heavy hit the floor and you and the two other girls look behind you at San who’s eyes widen. At his feet most of the coffee grounds have spilt out of bags and spread across the floor. The girls instantly make their way for the exit and you pull your coffee soaked shirt away from your body, but it doesn’t stop the burning sensation that’s already on your skin.

“Y/N,” San hurries up to you and quickly looks over your shirt and parts of your blistering skin that’s already exposed.

“It burns,” you tell him, your voice wavering just above a whisper. You breathing is shaky and a couple tears fall down your cheeks.

“We’re going to get you cleaned up, come on,” San helps you off your chair and guides you into the backroom and towards the break room. He clears off a section of a desk and has you sit on it while he heads to the other side of the room and he grabs the first aid kit from a cabinet. He opens the small box and looks around at what he has to work with. He takes another look at you and see’s that the skin on your color bones and neck have been to shrivel up.

“You’re going to need to take off your shirt for me to clean up the burns,” San quietly tells you. You’re slightly hesitant but you nod your head since you 1) don’t want to argue about it 2) want to get the burning shirt off of you. As you begin to take the shirt off San turns away and heads to his locker pulling out another shirt.

“Here, you can hold this up,” San holds out the shirt without looking your direction just so you’re not uncomfortable. You take the shirt and wrap it around your chest and even take off your bra after since it’s also soaks but most of the hot liquid was absorbed in the padding and so it just felt warm and you don’t think there are any burns. You whisper you’re good and San turns to face you again. He gives you a comforting smile before pulling out antiseptic wipes from the first aid kit. You make a small hissing noise when he first touches your irritated skin and you even slightly flinch away.

“I know it’s going to hurt,” San tells you, feeling slightly guilty that he’s going to hurt you just to make sure you get better, “squeeze my hand when it really hurts.” San takes your free hand. He begins cleaning your burns once again and you sit through the stinging feeling, but when he reaches your collar bone you squeeze his hand and he stops for a moment. He gives you a minute before he begins to lightly touch your collar bone again. San then tosses out the wipe and pulls out two small packets of an antibiotic lotion and dabs it onto your skin lightly but making sure it was being rubbed into your skin well enough. The lotion feels cool to your skin and you can almost relax. You watch San as he focus’s on making sure every burn is taken care of. You almost forget you’re still holding his hand.

“All done,” San lightly smiles at you as he closes the top of the first aid kit and tosses out the antibiotic packets he used, “you can put that shirt on.” As San goes to put the kit away you quickly pull the shirt over your head and push your arms through the sleeves. San’s unmistakable cologne fills your nose and you look down at the giant sweater. The lilac sweater is already giant on San, so it easily swallows you. 

You slide of the desk, and when the sound of your shoes hitting the floor reaches San’s ears he knows it’s safe to turn around. He smiles sweetly seeing you in his sweater, you look like a little puppy in it.

“Had I known you looked this cute in my clothes I would of let you wear them sooner,” San teases as he walks back up to you, His head pushed further out from his body as he leans forward, and his hands are behind his back. When he reaches you, though, he stands up straight and his smile drops as he looks at you. He raises his hand and gently trucks some hair behind your ear.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” San asks, he feels like he’s been stabbed and it’s evident in his voice.

“San,” you start as you look down at your hands, which you pick at your fingers, “you shouldn’t have to worry about me.”

“Hey,” San states as he gently grabs your face and lifts it up to face him, “I will always worry about you.” Your heart immediately flutters just at the simple idea that San wonders about you even when you’re not with him. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before San moves his hand to the side of your face and begins to lean towards you. You close your eyes and feel his lips meet yours for a moment before he pulls away.

“How lon-“

“I’ve liked you for a while. I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on it,” San slightly giggles, “ever since you did that little doodle of me.” You think back a couple months ago when you had come to the coffee shop with no assignments to do so you sat and doodles San as he worked through his shift. 

“I didn’t know you saw that drawing,” you whisper looking away and awkward scratching the side of your head. San laughs and wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. You can feel his chest vibrating from the laugh.

“Come on,” San pulls away as he stops laughing, “I’ll walk you back to your apartment. I can close the shop for today once I clean up the coffee I dropped.”

“You don’t have you,” you quickly tell him, shaking your hands out in front of him, “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“A bother? Y/N,” San lightly laughs and grabs your hands, “you could never be a bother. Why can’t you see that? You mean a lot to me, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. Not anymore. So, please, let me walk you home.”

“Okay,” you whisper and nod your head. San smiles with your response and the two of you head back out into the coffee shop. Most customers had already left and San gave a heads up to those who remained. He flipped the open sign and grabs a broom and begins to sweep up all the coffee grounds on the floor. You sit patiently in one of the other bar chairs with your things all packed up.

Once San had finished, he grabs his bag, and stops you from putting yours on your shoulders. Something along the lines of him not wanting you to irritate the burns any further or getting them infected. You let San take your bag knowing he’ll whine if you don’t and the two of you make your way to your apartment. You invite San inside and he’s surprised with the style of your apartment and how you chose to decorate it. It’s not the last thing he thought it would be, but it definitely wasn’t his first. None-the-less San’s more than impressed with your style and even suggests you be an interior designer. The two of you enjoy the rest of the day watching tv and even cook a simple dinner together. Half-way through one of the movies you guys decided to turn on you fall asleep, your head resting against San’s chest as he has one arm wrapped around you. He only notices you fell asleep when he hears your light snores. He smiles and pulls you a little closer and makes sure the blanket you have is completely on you. San also takes the time to grab your tablet from the coffee table and begins an email to your design professors letting them know about what had happen today. He doesn’t specifically know which class you have with those two girls but he’s just playing safe and contacting all the professors anyway. He isn’t going to let anything or one else hurt you.

[sugar-kisser]

Hi i love your work! Is it possible to request you to write anything to do with yunho ( not angst tho plss) pleaseee thank you

Yes of course! I hope you enjoy! 

Doodles

warnings: none  featuring: Hongjoong  word count: 2067

“Please do not tell me you are already doodling on a cup for Y/N,” Hongjoong more-or-so states rather than asks, as he walks into the break room to grab some more coffee beans from the storage unit. Yunho looks up, caught red handed with a paper cup in one hand and, currently, a blue sharpie in the other. Yunho opens his mouth to respond, but Hongjoong holds up his hand, stopping him.

“Don’t even bother making excuses,” Hongjoong laughs before disappearing into the storage unit for a moment, “you might as well write your number on it!”

“What?” Yunho exclaims, “no way! That’s too embarrassing. She’ll think it’s weird.”

“Yunho,” Hongjoong sighs walking back into the break room, “you’ve had a crush on her for the past three months. I’m about to ask her out for you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Yunho glares at him. Hongjoong raises his eyebrows and briefly smirks.

“Pretty sure six o’clock is in ten minutes,” Hongjoong teases.

“Hongjoong, stop,” Yunho whines causing Hongjoong to laugh at his best friend.

“I’m teasing!” Hongjoong laughs at him while he walks back towards the door to head back to work. He stops and looks back at Yunho, “seriously though, write your number on it. She’ll definitely text you.” Hongjoong exits the room leaving Yunho alone once again. Yunho takes a deep breath to calm his racing nerves and looks back at the doodled cup in his hand. He’s not the best artist, but he tries his best when it comes to decorating you cup. He always starts with a big pink heart on the side that has “SMILE” written in the center. Then he moves on to different colors and randomly doodles shapes, objects, and words on the rest of the cup. 

Yunho always writes little messages on cups for customers, but something sparked it in him to do something a little more, and you happened to be the first person he did that on. So he left a little heart next to the message he wrote. Little did he know you planned on continuing to come back to the little coffee shop. The first few times Yunho just did the message and little heart, but when he began to really recognize you and start talking to you he started adding more and more doodles. Each time you came in one more doodle was added to the cup. Now it’s to the point where he has to sit in the back on his break and decorate your cup.

You on the other hand love the doodled cups Yunho gives you. You actually don’t live near the coffee shop Yunho works at, nor do you work near there either. You first stumbled upon the coffee shop after visiting you boyfriends apartment… well now ex-boyfriend. You fell in love with their coffee, and you take the bus everyday after work to get some. You also took a liking to both the young baristas of the shop which you’ve made a mutual relationship with both of them. Some days you’re able to have a small chat with them, others you aren’t due to the amount of college student’s who decide they want to stay up all night long doing last minute assignments.

You patiently wait on the bus; the traffic is heavier than usual today and you keep checking the time on your phone. You’re not really sure why you’re too worried if you’re going to arrive at exactly six. Most days you’re either there just before or just after. So you’re not sure why you feel a little on edge today. You’re not going on a date. You don’t have any extra work to complete. And you’re more than sure that you don’t have any plan other than getting your coffee and talking to Yunho and Hongjoong.

When you notice the time slowly inching a little further past six and the bus not having moved in the past five minutes, you ask the bus driver to let you off where you are. You get onto the busy sidewalks and make your way towards an area that’s not as crowded to check the map on your phone to check how far you’re from the coffee shop.

“Four blocks?” You mumble, “that’s not too bad.” You put your phone back into your bag and begin you small trek.

“It’s almost 6:30,” Yunho slightly whines as he props his elbows up on the low counter having to bend down to do so.

“She might just be late,” Hongjoong tells him as he washes some of the equipment they use. Yunho loudly sighs causing Hongjoong to just roll his eyes. “She’ll be here Yunho. Don’t worry too much about it.” Yunho knows Hongjoong right, but he doesn’t like waiting. He’s usually not impatient- he’s just excited.

Yunho perks up when he hears the bell above the coffee shop door rings, but deflates a little when he see’s a few college students walk in instead. So to make time pass Yunho takes their orders and starts making their drinks. Just as Yunho is starting on the last of the three drinks ordered, and being in his own little world Hongjoong’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Hongjoong greets you as you walk through the door.

“Hey. I had to walk the last four blocks because traffic wasn’t moving,” you laugh as you walk up to the counter. 

“I’ll have Yunho start on your drink,” Hongjoong tells you, already knowing what you’re wanting… well it’s not hard since you order the same thing every time. You hand Hongjoong you card and without you knowing he adds on the employee discount as he does every time and charges you. Yunho finishes up his previous drink order and calls out for the students names. 

Hongjoong hands him the doodled cup he left near the register earlier and begins working away.

“So how was your day?” Hongjoong asks as he moves towards the pick up counter.

“It was long. I honestly haven’t had a good week, so I’m happy for it to be Saturday tomorrow,” you tell him, “how has work been? Doesn’t seem busy tonight.”

“It hasn’t been. Which is nice. My feet aren’t killing me for once,” Hongjoong jokes causing the two of you to laugh.

“How about you Yunho?” You ask looking over Hongjoong’s shoulder. Yunho perks up like a puppy who’s been asked if they want a treat.

“Oh, I’m good,” Yunho shyly smiles towards you, “just been keeping myself busy.”

“Being a lovesick puppy,” Hongjoong rolls his eyes before slightly laughing. 

“Oooh. You like someone Yunho?” You ask cheerfully.

“He sure does,” Hongjoong quickly answers for him, “doesn’t shut up ever. I’ve been bugging him to ask her out and he won’t.” Yunho continues to make your drink as he feels his nerves really kick in. Not only that but his ears have turned a bright pink because of how flustered he is. He feels as if he’s about to be caught.

“You should ask her out,” you encourage Yunho, “she’d be the luckiest girl in the world.” Yunho turns around, holding your completed drink.

“Plus she’d be dumb to say no,” Hongjoong adds and you nod your head agreeing.

“Y-you think?” Yunho asks as he hands you your drink, slightly stuttering but he catches himself.

“I know,” you smile, “you should really do it. Does she come here a lot?” Yunho presses his lips together tightly but manages to give you a small smile and nod his head. “You should totally write your number or like ‘date?’ on the cup then! Really cliche but it’s cute.”

“Okay. I’ll do it,” Yunho shyly laughs and wipes his hands down on his apron out of nervousness.

“Good,” you tell him and you look at your phone to check the time, “I think I’m going to head out. I’ve had a long day and still haven’t had dinner. I better hear more about this girl tomorrow.” You point at Yunho teasing him a little, causing him to blush.

“Oh you will!” Hongjoong smiles and waves as you make your way to the door.

“Bye boys!” you smile. The boys wave back and you leave the coffee shop and walk to the bus stop around the corner.

“You put your number on the cup,” Hongjoong smirks having seen the number written on the cup as Y/N held it. Hongjoong leans against the counter, crossing his arms. Yunho doesn’t respond as he cleans the equipment tools he just used to make Y/N’s drink.

“YOU REALIZE THIS RIGHT?” Hongjoong grabs the tall boy and shakes him, “she’s going to call or text you within the next hour.”

“You don’t know that,” Yunho quietly tells him.

“You idiot,” Hongjoong slaps his hand to his own face and shakes his head, “she literally said ‘she’d be the luckiest girl in the world’.”

“But she wasn’t even thinking about if it was her,” Yunho clarifies.

“She. Will. Text. You,” Hongjoong tells him, “I bet you $20.” Yunho looks doubtfully at the red headed boy.

———

The traffic hasn’t seen to lighten at all, and it had already been half an hour since you arrived to the bus stop. You drank just about all of your coffee. You had been observing the little doodles on the cup here and there. Usually you wait till you’ve drink everything so you don’t spill it. So you quickly swallow the last of the coffee in one go. You lean the cup more to it’s side and begin looking at all the little doodles.

“Always creative with his ideas,” You laugh looking at the multiple different colored flowers, and his attempt to draw himself and Hongjoong. As your eyes scan over everything you double back when you spot something other than a drawing.

“Wait,” you whisper and you count the numbers, “oh my god.”  You think back on your conversation with the boys and it hit you. Yunho has a crush on you. Without second thought you hurry back to the coffee shop… hopefully his shift hasn’t ended. 

You open the door and Hongjoong looks up from the his phone laying on the counter. He just smiles and points to the break room. You hurry back and open the door loudly, causing a startled Yunho to jump. When Yunho lays his eyes on you, he instantly knows. The two of you quietly stare at each other for a moment before you speak up.

“You like me?” You ask with a surprised smile on your face, and you watch Yunho’s ears turn pink, “you do!”

“You don’t need to make fun of me,” Yunho quietly tells you, looking at the ground.

“Make fun of you? Yunho, why would I- I like you Yunho,” you tell him, and Yunho’s head shoots up, “yeah I come to the coffee shop everyday, travel across town for it, to have your coffee and to talk to you and Hongjoong. But I want to see you. You always make my days better Yunho, even if all you do is smile and give me my doodled cup. You know I’ve kept every single one? They’re stacked up on a shelf in my room.” Yunho’s eyes slightly widen and his mouths drops.

“You’ve kept every cup I’ve doodled on?” Yunho asks breaking into a small smile.

“Why would I throw away the one thing I have of you?” You ask, “they hold memories.” Yunho drops his jacket, walks up to you, and envelopes you into a hug. You hug him back, and you two just hold each other for a minute. Yunho pulls away and you look up at him. He gently cups your face and leans down to plant a sweet short kiss to your lips. When he pulls away he gives you his famous big smile.

“How about dinner since you still haven’t ate?” Yunho suggests, now in a giggly mood.

“I’d love to,” you answer, smiling back at him. Yunho grabs his jacket, closes his locker, and the two of you walk out of the break room.

“FINALLY!” Hongjoong cheers, “seriously Y/N, it was weeks. Thank you.” You laugh as Yunho’s ears turn pink for a third time tonight and the two of you wave good-bye to Hongjoong before leaving the coffee shop, the doodled cup still in your hand.

[sugar-kisser]

hi, I’m a huge fan of your writings !! sorry if you’re not receiving requests rn but can you do a pt2 for jongho!mafia au x anything related to family/pregnancy etc? thank you and I wish you a great day/night! :)

Thank you for liking all that I write! It really means a lot!! I hope you enjoy! Also sorry for being extremely m.i.a. uni has kept me  b u s y. I also got really soft writing this and I just wanna scream because now I need to just see ATEEZ go to like a daycare for a day and play with other babies.

Old Habits 

Part 1: Black Hour  Warnings: mafia affiliated acts, cussing, death, implied mention of sex (but there is none I promise), no-mercy violence, partial psychotic break(?)  Featuring: ATEEZ   word count: 6965

You pull the tight black turtle neck down your head and quickly push your arms through the sleeves in order to push away the static your hair gains. You tuck your shirt quickly into your black army pants and tie the laces on your boots before moving over to your weapons closet you have in your room. You first pull off the newly reformed bullet proof vest and strap it onto your body. You then begin to hand pick out the explosives you were asked to bring along for your mission tonight. 

You kept your promise with Jongho and stopped all the nonsense, ruckus, and raids. Jongho did, however, find use for you on his team and that’s where he placed you after you both recovered from the Black Hour incident. Since then the two of you actually wed and are now husband and wife, and both of you are content about it. You are happy Jongho finally came around after putting your differences aside. You had actually asked on your wedding night if he could your differences aside and he was taken back at your request. He had put his hatred towards you aside the day you came to get him from the prison, and he felt bad that it still seemed like he could not stand you. So he made a promise that night that he’d show just how much he appreciates and grows to love you every single day.

A knock on your door doesn’t pull you from your train of thought as you go over your list of explosives and make sure they’re ready to go and not loose enough to explode on you.

“We don’t leave for another two hours,” Jongho’s voice cuts the silence.

“I know. But I just need something to do. I feel antsy just waiting,” you respond, turning you head and softly smiling at him. You return back to your toys, and change a couple of them out as Jongho walks over to you. He wraps his arms around you and they sit lightly on your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. You feel his warm lips leave a kiss on your cheek which causes you to smile sweetly but you continue to focus on your task. You continue to feel his lips trace down your chin and to your neck, causing you to slightly giggle because how ticklish you can be.

“Jongho,” you warn while trying to shoo him off.

“Yes?” He asks as if there is nothing wrong.

“Not now. I just changed,” you tell him, “besides I’m not going to be exhausted going into this. Tonight.”

“Fine,” Jongho pouts as he lets go of you. You smile sweetly at your husband, who’s currently acting like a little toddler, and give him a quick kiss to his lips before grabbing all the explosives and placing them into your one strapped backpack that’s resting on the ground. As you bend down to carefully place all the little bombs into your bag you feel Jongho’s hand smack your ass. You drop a handful of the bombs into the bag before standing up looking at the giggling boy who’s already running out the door.

“Jongho!” You holler and chase him out of the bedroom and down the hallway. You can hear his laughs echoing off the walls and you follow him down the staircase. To beat him down you sit on the railing and slide down. You jump and tackle him to the ground just past the bottom of the stairs.

“Ha!” You laugh as you have him pinned down. You hold his wrists to the floor as you basically straddle his waist to keep him pinned down.

“You sure?” Jongho asks before pushing you off and pinning you down to the floor. Instead of needing both his hands to pin your wrists to the floor he only uses one while the other lightly grabs ahold oh your chin.

“AHHHHHH! AGAIN? COME ON! YOU HAVE A ROOM!” Wooyoung screeches as he walks out of the kitchen and immediately covers his eyes.

“Oh shut up. We’re just messing around,” Jongho rolls his eyes.

“You said that last time too!” Wooyoung counters.

“Wooyoung this is OUR house,” you tell him.

“And I’m forced to live here with everyone else on the team. Nice try,” Wooyoung sasses.

“You can look! We aren’t doing anything!” Jongho tells him as he climbs off of you and helps you sit up.

“I don’t trust you,” Wooyoung answers. You grab a magazine sitting on a nearby small circular table and throw it at Wooyoung hitting him in the head.

“Hey!” Wooyoung trips back and looks at you. You shrug and push your self off the floor and brush yourself off and straighten your shirt which slightly twisted. Jongho joins you and stands up as well. Before Jongho follows Wooyoung into the conference room you smack his ass in return for earlier and he yelps.

“Ooooh. You’re in for it later,” Jongho points at you as he laughs. He smirks before disappearing into the conference room. You take a deep breath and turn to head back to the staircase to finish packing your explosives.

———

You cough as you hurry away from mission point, having completed your part of the mission. All your explosives were put to good use, although it’s not how you probably would of done it before you stopped your raids. You run down the pitch black road that’s on the more abandon side of town and head to your checkpoint stop. You breathe heavily as you continue to keep your fast pace although you’re tired, slightly cut, and bruised from the slight ambush you had when everybody first arrived. You push yourself to your checkpoint and slow yourself to a jog then a walk as you approach the abandon orphanage. You see bright car headlights heading in your direction and you hurry down the side of a building and flatten yourself against the wall and wait for the car to pass… but it doesn’t.

You poke your head out of the side and watch as the car sits in front of the orphanage, the car lights on low, so you’re able to see. You watch as someone gets out of the car, heads to the back, pull something out, and carry it possibly to the door step of the orphanage, but your view is slightly restricted. You can’t see much beyond the front steps to the building.

But why would someone bring something to an abandon building? Unless your team was wrong about it being abandoned? You watch as the person returns to their car and quickly gets in and turns their bright lights back on and you pull yourself behind the wall again and you hear the car speed down the street and you watch it pass by you. You count to ten before poking your head out. You cautiously walk up to your checkpoint and your head perks up when you hear crying… well almost screaming. But you recognized it as a child’s. You hurry up the steps but cautiously to not scare the kid.

But you’re almost taken aback when you see more of an infant laying on the old worn down mat wrapped loosely in a thin blanket. You slightly begin to panic but you crouch down in front of the baby and slowly pick it up as you shush it. You try to wrap it a little better in the blanket without thrashing it around, and you continue to hush the baby. You stand up and even try to lightly bounce the baby which calms it’s cries a little. You look down at the little infant in your arms as it cries and make the assumptions it’s got to at least be a year old or just over, but you are no doctor to confirm.

After waiting the hour your told to, the baby has fallen asleep from it’s own exhaustion. You sit on the stairs looking down at the baby unsure what you should do with it. The person who brought it here seemed to no longer want it. But it could of been kidnapped and its’ parents could be worried sick for it. You take another deep sigh but your attention is grabbed by a van pulling up to the house. You stand up and cautiously walk to the car. You give a notion to have someone open the door and you step in and take a seat immediately ‘shhhing’ everyone.

“Is that a baby?” Yoesang gasps.

“Yes. I watched someone abandon it as I approached the checkpoint,” you whisper, “I couldn’t just leave it there.”

“Wait till Jongho see’s this,” Yeosang nervously tells you.

“I’m going to look into it being possibly kidnapped or anything related because I don’t think you keep a baby this long and then just abandon it for dead. That orphanage was deserted,” you explain to him. You look down at the baby and watch it as it sleeps peacefully.

“Will you keep a look out on missing babies for me?” You ask Yeosang who nods his head. Yeosang even peeks over your shoulder, watching the baby sleep. San even leans forward and over the seat to look at the baby as well.

“What if this baby isn’t missing and someone did actually abandon it?” San asks quietly.

You sigh, “I don’t know. I mean…. I-“

“We know you can’t and would love to keep it,” Yeosang answers for you knowing well that you can’t have kids of your own. You sigh again and you look out the window, familiar scenery coming into view.

“I’ll head in first and tell everyone to shut the hell up,” San tells you as he hops out of the back of the van when it comes to a stop in front of the mansion. You watch him head inside and you wait with Yeosang for a minute before heading in. Yeosang opens the door and you walk in and you watch as the rest of the team’s eyes practically fall out of their eye sockets, especially Jongho’s.

“Where did you find that?” Jongho points to the baby.

“Someone abandoned it at my checkpoint just before I got there. I saw everything. I couldn’t leave it there,” you tell him, “I asked Yeosang to keep an eye out for missing babies just incase.”

“Y/N, we need to take it somewhere where someone can actually take care of it,” Jongho tells you with sincerity in his voice as he already knows that you’ll want to keep it if it’s not missing.

“Jongho,” you voice breaks as you look at the baby then at him tears in your eyes, “you know there is nothing more I want in the world, and I can’t physically do it.” Jongho inhales a sharp breath in remembering when you had been kidnapped as young teen and were tortured to the point where people had damaged several of your organs and you lost both your ovaries due to it. You had also lost one kidney and almost even lost your liver but that was barely saved.

You watch as Jongho can’t find a thought out response to give you and even trips as he begins to start several sentences, and you storm off towards your room, the baby cradled in your arms. You rest the baby on the bed and quickly change out of your work attire and into a hoodie and shorts. You pick the baby once again and slowly climb into your side of the bed and prop your pillows up and rest the child on your chest.

“You’re a pretty heavy sleeper,” you whisper as your lightly brush some of the hair on the top of its head. You feel a couple of hot tears rush down your face and you take a shaky breath in before exhaling.

“He doesn’t understand,” you whisper to yourself.

“I do, Y/N,” Jongho quietly states hearing you as he enters the room, standing just at the door.

“You sure?” You slightly snap, “because it doesn’t seem like that.” Jongho almost winces at your harsh tone and the look in his eyes drop even more.

“Y/N,” Jongho starts.

“I don’t want to hear it, Jongho,” you tell him and you wipe more tears that fall from your eyes, “at least not tonight.”

“Okay,” Jongho quietly whispers. You look down at the baby and you hear the door close. You let more tears fall down your cheeks and just allow them to this time. You eventually shift the baby into the space next to you and lay down fully. You turn your body to face the baby and fall asleep.

———

You slightly stir in your sleep before eventually waking yourself up. You open your eyes and slightly push your upper body off the mattress and run your left hand through your messy and tangled hair to get it out of your face. You turn too look at the other side of the bed and your heart drops, and you begin to panic as the baby isn’t laying on the bed next to you. You scramble and fall out of your bed with a out thud and begin scrambling around the entire room before running outside. You know exactly who you were heading to, and you stormed your way.

“Jongho!” You scream. You run down the stairs and hurry into his office but it’s empty. You close the door and you turn around and almost bump into Yeosang.

“Where. Is. He,” you demand from the quiet boy. Yeosang’s eyes widen in fear and he points towards the kitchen. You brush past Yeosang and storm into the kitchen and Yeosang tries to call out for your name.

“JONG-“ you stop yourself when you watch Jongho turn to face you, the baby in his arms as he stands in the middle of a messy kitchen.

“Y/N,” Yeosang calls your name and you turn to him slightly still distressed, “there are currently no reports of missing babies or children that match him.” He hands you the missing children’s papers he found and you look over them.

“I would like a small team on this please. Find these kids,” you tell him as you hand him back the four papers. He nods his head and exits the kitchen. You then turn back to Jongho and look at him.

“Why in the hell would you give me a scare like that?” You demand from him.

“I didn’t want him waking you up. You need your sleep,” Jongho tells you as he slowly moves about the kitchen while holding the baby.

“Let me see him,” you pout. Jongho lightly laughs and hands him over. You carefully take him and hold him gently in your arms as he slightly sits on your hip.

“Hi,” you whisper to him. The baby stares back at you, his brown eyes seem even lighter than yesterday.

“I’m starting to wonder if you love that baby more than me,” Jongho states as he continues to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

“Oh, stop. You’re just jealous,” you tease as you shift the little human in your arms. 

“I totally am,” Jongho sarcastically responds. You walk over to him and hit him in the arm and pick up something to eat from one of the bowls on the counter.

“Hey!” Jongho playfully snaps and you shrug your shoulders smiling cheekily.

“Yes?” You innocently ask. Jongho gives you a “your kidding, right” face before lightly laughing and running up to you to kiss you.

“You guys are so gross,” Wooyoung calls from the kitchen table. The two of you stop and turn towards the purple haired boy who’s trying to eat his food in an awkward space.

“How long have you been there?” Jongho asks.

“When am I not in the kitchen?” Wooyoung counters as he takes another bite of his pop tart.

“You need to go do something with San or bully Seonghwa,” you tell him.

“I’ll do that later,” Wooyoung brushes you off. You roll your eyes and turn on your heels and head out of the kitchen with Jongho on your tail.

“What does your day look like?” You ask Jongho as you head into your living room and take a seat on the floor, setting the baby down who instantly begins crawling off.

“I’ve got a few things to take care of that have to do with last night. After San says he needs help with something. I still don’t know what but I’m probably not going to like it,” Jongho sighs. You nod your head and turn your head to check on the infant who’s now running away.

“Hey!” You call and chase after the little baby who begins laughing when he hears you. You pick him up and swing him around to run back towards where you were sitting. The baby instantly starts running off giggling again.

“I assume you’ll be busy with him today?” Jongho asks smiling as he watches the baby run towards him. You nod your head and take a seat on the couch. The baby watches you and tries his best to try climbing the couch. Jongho laughs helping him up and giving you one last kiss before leaving towards his office.

“Well hello,” you say brightly at the little infant who plops to a sitting position on the couch after realizing the couch is a softer surface, “now what are we going to name you?”

———

“Are you sure we need all of this?” Jongho asks looking at everything San had bought and stored in the garage.

“Jongho. I’m pretty sure that if this baby was kidnapped, then it would of been reported missing by now,” San tells him. Jongho sighs and nods his head.

“Okay. You boys have this all set up I’ll keep Y/N busy. But you do know you have like an hour because she catches on to things quickly,” Jongho tells him.

“Already ahead of you. Everyone already knows what they are doing,” San informs. Jongho pats him on the back before heading inside the house to find you.

“Oh Y/N,” Jongho calls in a sugary voice.

“Okay, you clearly want something that I’m not going to willingly give,” you sigh as you walk out of your studio room, the baby sitting on your hip. Jongho’s mouth drops in shock to your response and his eyebrows even slightly raise.

“What mak- never mind,” Jongho starts, “I was going to find you and see if you would like to go buy some clothes for the baby. He’s been in that since last night.” You instantly light up and agree.

“Hold him while I go put actual clothes on. I can not go out in my pjs,” you tell him before sprinting upstairs to change. Jongho slightly begins to bounce the baby he’s holding to keep it entertained and even talks to it quietly.

“You have a good day? Yeah?” He asks as the boy reaches out for Jongho’s hand. Jongho hears a couple of stifled laughs and turns around to find Wooyoung and San carrying in a large box while trying not to laugh at their “oh so fearsome leader”. 

“You better move before I split your heads like apples,” Jongho warns and the boy’s’ eyes widen and they quickly leave the room. You finally return in a new set of clothes and even brought one of your too small and old cardigans.

“Hand me Minjoon,” you tell Jongho.

“Minjoon? You decided a name?” Jongho asks as he hands him over.

“Yeah. I like it. He’ll grow into it,” you tell him as you brightly smile at Minjoon. You manage to place him in the cardigan, although it’s just more wrapped around him if anything. You begin to head towards the garage but Jongho pulls you to walk out the front door with him. You instantly find it a little odd that he wants to go out the front door.

“I know you’re hiding something. But I’ll just let it play out,” you tell him as he opens the front door.

“This has to be your new record,” Jongho laughs and the two of you head to a car already waiting in the horseshoe driveway. Jongho opens the back door for you and helps you in before climbing in himself. Jongho gives the driver the location and the car shifts into drive.

“Have you told Chaeyoung yet?” Jongho asks, knowing that you tell your best friend everything.

“Yeah. She actually came over a little while ago on her free time. It was a short visit but you know she’s busy running things internationally,” you answer him.

“Do you want me to pull her from that position to keep her closer?” Jongho offers.

“No, no, no, no. She loves what she’s doing and she likes being busy,” you decline immediately. Jongho nods his head and looks out the windshield window. Minjoon makes little noises which captures your attention and you let him grab onto a couple of your fingers.

Jongho helps you out of the car when it pulls up to the first baby clothing store he could think of that you might like… well San gave him a list and this place was written first, so here you are. He follows you inside and the two of you begin looking for clothes.

“We are not putting him in a leather jacket,” you tell Jongho for the fourth time as he’s already shown you ten leather jackets.

“Oh come on,” Jongho whines.

“It is the middle of summer! He’ll melt!” You tell him as you turn to face another rack of clothes. Jongho audibly huffs and looks down at the three leather jackets in his hand.

“I don’t know why she’ll telling me no,” Jongho mumbles, “I’m the one buying it all.” He then goes to face you again, “Y/N. We can get him two and he can wear them when the heat co- Y/N?” Jongho looks at the spot you were standing in not even ten seconds ago, but you’re no longer there. Or anywhere in the near by area. Jongho turns on his heels and looks in every direction.

“Y/N?” Jongho calls out but there is no response. As he tries to decide on which way to head to begin looking for her, he hears a scream coming from an isle not to far from him. Out of instinct he heads that way but only to find you knocked out, some blood coming out of a cut from your head.

“Y/N!” Jongho yells and pushes past everyone. He looks over your face and quickly checks your pulse, then he realizes.

“Where’s Minjoon?” He quickly looks up and around, “has anyone seen a baby boy? Black hair. Big light brown eyes. My son isn’t here.” A couple people in the small crowd begin checking other isles and the areas around. Jongho returns to trying to wake you up.

“Come on Y/N,” he begs, a chill running down his back which is rare. Your eyes slowly begin to open, and you blink a few times while slowly beginning to move around.

“Wha-“

“You’re okay. You got hit,” Jongho whispers helping you sit up, “do you know who hit you?”

“I’m not sure. I need a minute,” you tell him. You raise you hand to your head but wince as your hand brushes against the cut on your forehead.

“It’s just a cut. Come on. We need to get back,” Jongho whispers and helps you fully up. You, still in a daze, nod your head and let him guide you outside and to your car. Once the two of you are in the car and it’s pulling out onto the highway, realization hits you real quick.

“Where’s Minjoon?” You ask looking around the car before stopping on Jongho who looks like he might just fear for his life.

“The person who hit you most likely took him,” Jongho cautiously tells you. You feel your body tremble in horror. Your heart shatters and falls, and your emotions quickly flood you. Before you could even do anything Jongho is on the phone.

“I need you to find the security footage for that, Hongjoong. I want it before we are home. I also want the assailant identified,” Jongho tells him, “because we all know what’s going to happen.” You know exactly what Jongho’s talking about. It’s the scariest thing your city has ever seen. The scariest thing Jongho and the rest of his team have ever seen, and they only ever saw it once. 

And that’s when Y/N cracks. Loses all sanity and goes on a rampage.

You’ve always threatened people if they are to ever touch anyone you love they would die horrifically. Nobody ever tested that till the Black Hour incident last year. There were a few other occasions where you got close to breaking and even severally injured people so others could learn their lesson.

But you know Jongho is right. You’re going to break as soon as you get your eyes on a target. It’s going to be game over, and no one is capable of stopping you. 

“Yeah,” Jongho sighs, “we’ll figure something out. Most likely not. We’ll be going into this blind. Be ready.” Jongho ends his call with Hongjoong, and the two of you wait in a tense silence the rest of the way back to the house. Your emotions growing with your anger and Jongho can sense the change in atmosphere. So when the two of you arrive to the house he let’s you storm inside first. Jongho quickly following after you.

All the boys stand ready to go whenever, and Hongjoong is already holding out a couple pieces of paper. His hands slightly shaking because of his impending fear you might just sucker punch him if you’re mad enough. You take the papers from him instantly and look over them. The first paper a clear picture of a location- probably where this person is. When you pull out the second piece of paper from behind the first you feel everything just drop. The easily recognizable picture of the prison president’s face and a background check on the second piece of paper.

“He’s not dead,” you state, “I watched them bury him. I saw the autopsy report. I wanted to make sure!” You’re fuming at this point and everyone has taken at least 3 steps away from you but Wooyoung- who’s still within two feet of you which is ballsy. You swing your fist and put it through the wall right next to Wooyoung’s head, but he doesn’t flinch.

“Well are we going?” Wooyoung asks, face and voice unwavering from the pervious moment. 

“Hell yeah we are. You got 30 seconds boys to be on your bikes,” you tell them all before storming your way to your special garage in the house. You grab your secret emergency bag not even Jongho knows about, your bullet proof jacket, and motorbike helmet. You put all three on before opening your garage already sitting on your bike ready to race as soon as the garage opens. You look down at the location, and map it out quickly in your head.

Just as the garage door is just open enough you zoom out of the room, race down the driveway, and onto the street in record speed. You soon have eight other motorbikes following in suit, and they are having no trouble keeping up with you. You take streets that you know will be closer to empty but even still you weave in and out of cars. You block out all noise and focus on when you need to turn and how much time you have left. In your head you have this mental clock and if you reach zero before your destination, it’s not going to be good wherever you are. Because half the city can go down along with this location, you’re got no problem making that happen if it means you got to make a statement to everyone. Because clearly not everyone knows your memo. 

You swing your bike to a quick halt and jump off. You pull your helmet and carry it with you as you calmly approach one of the many abandoned buildings on the more “quiet” side of town. 

“She’s way too calm,” San states.

“Nobody gets to laugh if I actually shit myself,” Mingi states as he pulls his helmet off his head.

“This might just be worse than last time,” Jongho looks over at them as he climbs off his bike, taking his first few steps towards the building the rest of the seven boys in tow.

“Yeah, how did you survive last time? We watched that place go down,” Yeosang says. Jongho doesn’t answer as he stops, ten feet from you. The other stop behind Jongho and they all watch as you just stare at the door. You wait, inhaling and exhaling. Your mental clock finally counting down to zero. You look up and with a devilish smile on your face you turn around. Your smile alone terrifies all the boys.

“Lock and load ‘em boys,” you cheerfully state before turning on your heels. You lift up your foot and with a ear pitching scream you kick in the wooden door, taking it completely off it’s hinges and knocking the two men hiding behind it. You reach into your bag, pulling out a single tear gas bomb and throw it inside. You listen to it beep before it not only releasing tear gas but exploding immediately after sending the first room into a panic. 

Now it’s time to play.

You calmly walk in pulling out your two hand guns, and without a care head into the first room. Parts are in flames, fresh littered bodies in random areas, blood splatters, and some still alive but severely injured. The eight boys follow in behind you checking their surroundings- you would think they looked like those agents from FBI shows with they way they’re moving around the room. Something you 1) do not care for 2) do not have time for. You take a look at the three different directions you can take, all potentially leading somewhere, and possibly leading you the opposite way you’re wanting to go.

“Mics on,” you tell the boys as you pull out your emergency ear com and stick it into your ear. Everyone divides up evenly into groups without discussion. Seonghwa, San, and Mingi take the door the furthest from where you all originally entered from. Yeosang, Yunho, and Hongjoong take the hallway on the opposite wall to the first door chosen. Finally Wooyoung, Jongho, and you take the door right next to the entrance point. You can feel your body itching to just go on a rampage, and you normally would but you don’t know the layout of the building. You’re going in blind… you all are. 

You take the lead and walk into the room, Wooyoung and Jongho behind you both with automatics in their hands ready to fire at any given second. The room isn’t very big, possibly a conference room, but there is another exit door which catches your eye at first, but the quiet hushes are what catch you second. In a heartbeat you turn around and tackle Jongho and Wooyoung to the floor before bullets fly through the frosted glass, sending piecing flying with the bullets. You reach into you back and pull out a small little box. You lift the lid open and throw it through a corner part of the window that remains untouched so no bullet can strike it before it lands. On impact the little box detonates and sends anybody within a seven foot radius flying, killing all within three and a half feet easily. You push yourself off the floor and slouch your body ridiculously so you’re still below the windows incase there is still anyone standing. You push open the bullet infested door and your guns click, ready to fire. But again, the room just looks similar to the first one you destroyed. You loudly huff in frustration and walk through the room looking for any other way out.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung calls. You turn on your heels and Wooyoung nods his head to a large metal plate leaning up against the wall. Jongho and him quickly push it aside, revealing a door that could potentially lead them where they need to go… or it could be a dead end. You wait for Wooyoung to pull the door open Jongho and you ready to fire but you instead are presented with a staircase leading to a second level. You immediately take the lead and rush up the stairs with no idea what could be waiting. At the top you move to one side of the staircase trying to view what’s in front of you the best you can without poking your head out, and you do the same with the other side. You walk out into the open but immediately put your guns up, pointing at the person to your right when you hear their guns load and click.

“I about blew your head off,” you growl at San. San, Seonghwa, and Mingi immediately lower their weapons in relief.

“Yeosang? Where are you guys?” You ask into your coms as a majority of everyone has managed to find their way to the second floor.

“In the basement,” Yeosang answers.

“Everyone else is on the second floor. Don’t rush up if you haven’t cleared everything,” you tell him.

“Got it,” Yeosang answers before it’s all silent again. 

“We’ve already cleared everything behind us up to this point,” Seonghwa explains nodding his head backwards to indicate the area they searched. You nod you head and lead now five boys to your left as you walk through the second rest of the second floor. Room by room you clear and there is no sign of anyone. 

“We’ve had to miss something,” Jongho states as you guys search the last couple of rooms. You mentally agree with him, and look up and down the small hallway.

“Wooyoung, Soenghwa, and I will double back to make sure we didn’t miss anything from the other side,” San suggests before the three quickly move out. You on the other hand have been starring at an awkward space of wall near the end of the hallway next to the emergency exit point.

“Y/N? What are you thinking?” Jongho asks, noticing your concentration on a blank wall. Instead of answering you walk down the rest of the hallway and run your hand over the wall. You then lightly knock on the wall next to the closest door and every few inches you move closer to the emergency exit sign, still lightly knocking. Then you caught it, a hollow sound. You smile and look around you quickly. You smile even wider when you find a fire extinguisher. You pull it off the wall and adjust it in your hands before slamming it into the wall creating a large hole. You continue to smash holes until you can easily pull away pieces with your hand. You walk through the small hole and you just get excited. You find the jackpot. Your target.

“Well, well, Y/N,” the man sadistically smiles sitting in a chair next to a crib, “didn’t expect you to take this long.” You tilt your head to the side and smile sweetly. But in a swift motion your pull your gun out from it’s harness and shoot the president square blank in the head. You even, for fun, put a couple… okay, maybe a dozen more bullets into his body.

“Y/N!” Jongho yells, “I think that’s enough.” You turn and look at your husband who reaches out for your gun.

“I. Want. To. Be. Sure,” you growl. Despite your anger you allow Jongho to take the gun from your hand. Jongho then walks over to the crib, you quickly following him, but your heart breaks when you notice it empty. Only a note in there.

“Ha. You killed me and don’t know where you precious little bundle of joy is. You’ll never find him,” You read. With your anger easily refueled you pull out your other gun and empty the magazine into the president’s dead body, leaving him almost unrecognizable. This time Jongho doesn’t stop you.

“We’re going to find him. Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Yunho are still checking the basement,” Jongho tells you after your moment, “let’s go join them.” You take a deep breath and nod your head. You turn and Mingi is the first to head out of the room, you second, and Jongho closely behind you.

“Have you guys found anything?” You ask, speaking into your coms.

“We’re checking the last co- oh, Yunho found something,” Yeosang stops mid sentence.

“We’re coming to join you. We found the president, but no Minjoon,” you explain. Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa quickly rejoin you guys by the staircase and your clothes alone tell them what had happened. Mingi’s pale skin also told them what happened, the poor giant won’t sleep for weeks probably. You all head down the staircase and begin making your way to the route in which Yeosang, Yunho, and Hongjoong took.

“Y/N!” Yunho exclaims and you stop as the rest of you reach the top of the basement staircase, ready to descend, “we found him.” With not only the pick up of you heartbeat, you pick up your pace and practically jump down the stairs you begin calling for Yunho, Yeosang, and Hongjoong. Yeosang greets you guys halfway as he responds to your calls.

“Where is he?” You ask, but Yeosang grabs you.

“He’s breathing. He’s alive,” Yeosang tells you.

“But?” Your voice falls flat.

“He’s attached to a bomb,” Yeosang tells you, “the ones that will go off if they can’t feel a heartbeat anymore. So we can’t detach it or cut a wire without it exploding on him.” You take a deep breath in and hold it.

“But,” you repeat, your voice becoming vulnerable.

“Hongjoong has started to work on it,” Yeosang explains then looks at Mingi, “he needs you.” Mingi pushes by and jogs down the rest of the hallway towards Yunho and Hongjoong. You begin to feel yourself hitting your wall. Your sanity break finally calming because you got what you wanted… well almost. You still muster all the energy you have left and you try to pull from Yeosang’s grip but it’s too strong.

“Please,” you beg quietly. Yeosang gives you a slight look of pity but holds his ground. He shakes his and that’s when you give up. Your mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted, and you just fall to the floor. You lean yourself up against a wall and stare at the ceiling at a bright light- it not only damaging your eyes but keeping you awake. You begin the most dreadful part of the day: waiting. Waiting for something that might never come back.

“Almost!” You hear Mingi yell out in frustration, which just hurts you more. Hot tears stream down your face, and Jongho crouches in front of you. He reaches out to wipe them from your face and you notice he’s got tears of his own.

“Why can’t we ever have one nice thing?” you ask him, your voice just above a whisper. The tone of your voice isn’t what breaks Jongho’s heart, but the question. He knows neither of you chose the lives you live. You never got anything easy, and the one time you do it’s potentially going to be taken from you. You begin to feel the numbness of you body sink in, and it’s only a matter of minutes before your body shuts down and passes out, but you won’t allow it.

Your head begins to pound and you raise your hand to the cut on your head you still haven’t tended to. Which is probably a reason why this headache feels so strong.

“Did they get it?” Jongho asks, immediately standing up as he hears cheers coming from down the hallway. You’re barely hanging onto staying conscious and watch and Jongho springs down the hallway and disappear into a room. Not even ten seconds later four boys are booking it out of the room.

“We gotta go!” Hongjoong yells, “this whole place gonna blow.” Th other boys begin making their way to the staircase to get out of the basement. Jongho quickly picks you up and carries you towards the staircase.

“Minjoon?” You ask quietly.

“Yunho’s got him,” Jongho tells you as he carefully carries you up the stairs, “he’s sleeping he was slightly drugged himself. But he’ll be okay.” You huff in relief and smile in victory. Everyone manages to get out of the building but that doesn’t stop you guys from getting far away. You guys pass the few next building before stopping. Jongho sets you down in order to catch his breath. That’s when the ground violently shakes, the bomb in the basement detonating. Following you hear potentially a majority, if not all, of the building beginning to collapse.

“I’ll call someone to pick us up,” San says in-between breaths before pulling out his phone. You watch lazily as Yunho hands something off to Jongho who then joins you sitting on the ground. You look over into his arms and see Minjoon peacefully sleeping away. Jongho shifts Minjoon to lay into one arm and wraps his other around you.

“We can have one nice thing,” Jongho whispers to you.

[sugar-kisser]

You’re My Reason « Kang Yeosang (RW)

original warnings: none word count: 3210

You pull out your keycard to let you into the gated dorm community, and the gate automatically shuts behind you. You head towards your dormitory, the moon well into the sky. You pull out your phone to check the time- 11:23PM. It’s ridiculous that you’re getting back from a class this late, but can you blame astronomy? I mean you could of gone and taken geology or chemistry, but you fascination with the stars got the better hold of you when signing up for the spring semester classes a few months ago. Lucky for you this is the last time you’ll be arriving home so late since summer break is 2 weeks away. You just have to finish classes this week, take finals next week, and you’re home free for three months.

You walk into one of the nine dormitory buildings, smile at the two other students at the front desk before rounding the corner, and walk up three flights of stairs to get to the level your dorm room is on. You pass by the art studio but walk back to the door when you notice the lights inside are still on. You look through the windowed door to find five canvas’s surrounding a brown haired boy who is working away at each canvas at the same time. You break into a warm smile recognizing the artist painting the night away.

You open the door, lightly knocking on it twice getting the boy’s attention. He also instantly greets you with a warm smile.

“Yeosang, it’s late,” you laugh opening the door wider for you to stand in the doorway.

“I know,” Yeosang awkwardly laughs probably realizing how late it actually is since you’re back from your astronomy class, “but I need to finish this for the presentation tomorrow.”

“You still haven’t finished the final?” You gasp, eyes widening. Yeosang is one of the last students to ever do any of his work last minute, especially his art work. “We’ve had all semester to think and work on them.”

“I know,” Yeosang scratches the back of his head, “I had so many ideas but none of them felt good enough. But this is going to be it. I only really thought of the idea a few hours ago,” Yeosang sighs, “I’ll most likely be up all night doing it at this rate.”

“I’ve got faith in you,” you encourage him, “everything you do turns out good. Just don’t push yourself over the edge. You still also have until one in the afternoon to finish it as well.”

“It’s sweet that you care for me, Y/N,” Yeosang slightly blushes looking down at the floor, “I only hope you’re taking care of yourself as well.”

“I’m trying,” you answer him as you slightly nod your head, “I’ll leave you be now. Don’t stay up too late.”

“I’ll try not to,” Yeosang laughs looking back up at you one last time before you walk fully out of the room and the close closes behind you. You walk down the rest of the hallway to your dorm room and twist your key in the lock and push open the door. All the lights off indicates you’re roommate isn’t here and you quickly assume she’s spending the night at her boyfriends. You flip on a light and find a pink sticky note on the back of the door telling you exactly your thoughts. You toss your bag next to your desk and then change into a hoodie and sweats knowing you were going to turn down the temperature of your room as soon as you are ready to go to bed. You lose yourself in thought as you begin making yourself tea.

You met Yeosang at the beginning of the semester when you accidentally spilt paint all over his clothes when you bumped into him. The poor quiet boy was so embarrassed, and you felt so bad that you took his paint and quickly threw it on your clothes. He was then just petrified that you would go and embarrass yourself with him. But the two of you ended up laughing at how stupid you both looked. That’s how the two of you initially bonded, and then you began working at a station next to his in class and befriended him. Yeosang is extremely quiet which shocks everyone because you’re a loud happy person who can mingle with just about anyone. You found an anchor with Yeosang to keep you grounded, and to Yeosang you were a bright color of life brought into his greyscale. Polar opposites but you guys attract better than most, and the two of you trusted each other more than others you’ve known longer.

You look down at the two cups of tea you absentmindedly made since you and your roommate usual drink it before bed. You can’t find it in yourself to drink two mugs, but a lightbulb quickly pops into your head. You leave your mug on your desk and leave your room. You head back towards the art studio and knock on the door before entering.

“I thought you were going to bed?” Yeosang asks rather surprised to see you walking into the studio.

“I, uh, accidentally made two teas. My roommate is also not here. So I thought I’d bring it to you,” you explain holding out the mug for him to take. He accepts the mug and sets it on a stool next him after taking a small sip.

“It’s really good,” Yeosang compliments.

“Thank you,” you smiles brightly before standing on the tips of your toes to see over the large canvas’s, “so what are you painting?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Yeosang taps your nose twice, “no spoilers. You have to be surprised tomorrow.”

“But you always show me your work,” You pout out your bottom lip hoping it would give him to cave in as it does on most things.

“Nope,” Yeosang smiles and shakes his head, “you have to wait.”

“Who knew you could be so cold?” You sarcastically and dramatically retort as you cast a hand over your heart.

“You haven’t even shown me your project!” Yeosang counters as he laughs at your dramatic scene play.

“Touché,” you smirk pointing at the boy only causing the two of you to break out into laugher, “well I’m off to bed. It’s been a long day. Don’t stay up too late.. Night Yeosang.” You brush your hair back before making your way to the door. You turn a wave one last time at the boy.

“Good night Y/N,” Yeosang waves back at you, smiling at he returns back to his paintings. You look away from him and exit the room, pulling the door to close behind you. You head back to your room and enter. You close your door and lock it. You move over to your desk and look over the five colors of tissue paper before picking up the yellow one. You carefully cut small pieces of the yellow thin paper and fold them all and glue pieces to other pieces to make a flower. You grab a green metal wire and wrap it around the bottom of the flower before going over to your master piece and adding it in. You smile at the almost complete project; you only have to add one more thing to it but you have to do it tomorrow. You eventually turn off you small ceiling light and curl up under your covers. You fall asleep quickly with only one thing on your mind- what could Yeosang be painting?

Yeosang wipes his forehead with the back of his head as he looks over the five different canvas’s. Each one covered with sloppy paint coats, strokes, and blotches,  but that’s his intention. Usually Yeosang likes to have organization and perfection to each of his paintings, pristine and clean pictures… but something prompted him to go outside his comfort zone. Through the mess of colors and random brush strokes and blotches, you can make out a face, and when you put the five canvas’s together they create a certain someone’s face.

Yeosang smiles in triumph. He picks up his smallest tipped brush, dipping it into a gold paint and signs his name in the corner of each canvas to claim his work. He picks up his phone and the home screen lights up- 6:49AM.

“Oh, Y/N’s going to be mad if she hears about this,” Yeosang slightly chuckles. He begins to clean up his mess he’s made while waiting for his canvas’s to finish drying. 

“It’s now or never,” Yeosang mumbles as he runs the paintbrushes under the water in the sink.

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“Y/N! You’re up,” your professor calls you name. You pop your head up and look over at him. Had everyone already gone? You had asked to go later because Yeosang still hasn’t shown up to class and you wanted to wait for him to be here to present. You sigh and stand up. You pull a semi-large sculpture from the side of the room to the center front.

Two large lungs made from wire to look like a cages are almost the same height as you. You wanted to make it dramatic and swallowing in comparison next to you. In each of the lung pieces you have different colored and sized flowers that go from top to bottom. The lungs looked like their fully and ready to burst, they look suffocating. Just like how you are feeling all of a sudden.

“So what do we have here? Why did you chose this?” You professor looks up from his papers at you.

“Well, my project represen-“ You stop mid of you sentence when the door opens revealing a tired and stressed Yeosang hurrying in with five canvas’s under his arms.

“Mr. Kang, you are late and rudely interrupting Ms. Y/L/N,” you professor scolds. Yeosang quickly and quietly apologizes. You smile as he finally takes his seat next to yours and looks up at your project. He breaks into awe, impressed with your project. He only hopes he isn’t too late. His alarm hadn’t gone off when he needed to wake up for the class.

“I decided to base my project off of how I was doing this school year. Each flower represents a day. The left lung represents the first semester while the right lung represents this semester. Each color has a meaning. The blue represents worry, the red represents anxiety, the yellow represents over thinking, the orange represents stress, and the purple represents depression. Each day I decided how I was feeling the most and made the prettiest flower I could and placed it in the lung. The size represents how much it consumed my day. So the larger the flower, the more time I dealt with said thing,” you explain.

“So I notice that in the left lung there is a lot of large purple flowers, but in the second lung there are only very few little purple ones” you professor points out.

“That’s because I’ve found something that makes me happy,” you tell him, “it’s not easy to overcome depression. I still have it, but it’s not as overpowering as other things I deal with.” Your professor nods his head and jots down a few notes on to your grading rubric.

“One last question,” he starts, “did you add a flower today?” 

“I actually did,” you tell him, “this one is a little hidden, plus it’s really small.” You reach into the wires and pull out a small pure white flower.

“You didn’t mention what white represents,” you professor comments.

“I don’t need to,” you tell him, “everyone knows that white either represents hope or freedom… today it represents both.”

“Thank you Ms. Y/L/N,” you professor nods his head while jotting down his last couple notes, “you may sit down. Mr. Kang, you’re up.” You push your sculpture that hangs off a thin bar pole thats on a rolling platform off to the side where you originally brought it from. You and Yeosang essentially trade seats and he sets up his canvas’s carefully, hiding the overall piece from the class and professor. 

Yeosang looks over it once again to make sure it’s perfect before taking a deep breath. He carefully turns around the canvas’s all together on the stand they are on and your eye’s widen in shock. Through the mess of the painting is suppose to be, which surprises you more, you can easily make out your features. Yeosang painted you. You lean on the tall table in front of you and cover your mouth with your hand to hide you giant smile, but your rosy cheeks give you away.

“Why did you chose to do this as your project?” You professor asks, ready to jot down notes and grade Yeosang’s explanation.

“Well,” Yeosang starts before taking a deep breath. He looks over at you, and although he can’t see your smile he can see your eyes crinkled in the corners. “For the longest time I didn’t know what to paint. This is the first time, in a long time, that I’ve gotten an artist block. We are required to show our best work for this assignment, but I treat all of my assignments like that. I always want to present my best work.”

“So are you trying to tell me that this is equal to all your assignments?” The older man asks, eyes almost glaring over the rim of his glasses at Yeosang.

“No. I consider this one of my top pieces,” Yeosang answers directly, “I got my idea last minute, and I was a tad hesitant about it because I knew I would be stepping out of my comfort zone. I also would be doing something I haven’t done since I was a child… you know where you paint outside the lines, and it’s messy. But I took a leap of faith and decided to do it. I don’t always take a leap of faith. I’m scared that I’m not going to make it and slightly scared that I’ll be disappointed. Which has lead me to missing out on a bunch of things. But this semester that’s kind of changed. I’ve been doing things I wouldn’t normal go do, and I wanted to express that in my art.” 

“I’m glad you’ve decided to do something out of your comfort zone. It’s always good to explore everything you can as an artist to see things from new perspectives or even different angles,” you professor explains after jotting down his finally notes of Yeosang’s grading rubric, “with that, everyone’s grades will be updated and finalized tonight. I’m very impressed with everyone’s projects. Also thank you for having a great semester. I’ll hopefully see you guys around on campus if not in another class. You are dismissed.” Everyone immediately begins packing up their bags and grabbing their projects and heading out of the studio as quickly as they can, even the professor. You on the other hand take your time packing your bag and waiting for everyone to clear out so you can take your project back to your dorm without it potentially breaking. Yeosang also takes his time, knowing he’s in no big rush. 

“The painting was beautiful,” you tell Yeosang as you walk up to the front where he’s carefully laying each canvas on top of the other, “no one’s ever painted me before.”

“Thank you,” Yeosang quietly answers, his nerves suddenly building up. He’s still not ready to face you… to explain why he chose to paint you.

“Am I not something you’d normally do? The things I drag you to? Did you really not want to go to them?” You ask as you recall back on his explanation of his piece. Yeosang looks up at you in shock.

“Going out and being social and going new places and just doing things in general is something I don’t normally do,” Yeosang starts, “at first I didn’t want to go out. I wanted to stay in my dorm or in the art studio and just paint or sketch.” Yeosang takes a couple steps towards you and grabs both your hands with his. “But I look forward to everyday when you come tracking me down to go somewhere. I love spending time with you, whether it’s after class or a three am adventure. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Really?” You ask, your voice low because of the built up of tears in your eyes and a small smile on your lips.

“I mean every word,” Yeosang answers as he takes one of his hands away from yours and pats your head, his hand slowly falling till it rests on the side of you face and you slightly lean into his touch.

“Yeosang,” you call quietly, “you know you’re the reason the purple flowers went away, right?” Yeosang peers down at you as he listens and he gently smiles hearing your confession. He moves his hand and cups your cheek, moving your hair aside. He quickly leans in and leaves a light kiss on your lips. Yeosang pulls away and breaks out into a cheesy little smile which causes you to do the same.

“How about I take you for an adventure?” Yeosang asks.

“Is it to our favorite coffee shop we head to every week after this class?” You ask, already knowing his answer.

“Wow, so smart,” Yeosang laughs, “but I promise when finals are over I’ll take you out.”

“Sounds perfect,” you smile. Yeosang grabs his bag as well as his five painting and you grab your sculpture and rolling it out of the room as Yeosang holds the door open.

“We should probably take these back to our dorms first,” Yeosang states as you finally get out of the classroom with your project.

“Sounds even better,” you laugh as you begin to push your project through the hallway, Yeosang directly by your side. The two of you manage to get to your dorms to drop off your project, but not without avoiding your roommate who gushes over the fact you two have finally realized your feelings and that she was soooooo tired of the two of you being oblivious to it. Yeosang takes your hand as the two of you walk back out into campus and head towards your favorite coffee shop which thankfully today isn’t completely full and the two of you plan to grab a table after ordering your drinks. The two of you wait quietly in line as you both figure out what you plan to order, but out of the blue Yeosang, who is still holding your hand, pulls it to his lips and kisses your knuckles. The action causes you to blush faintly but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Yeosang who lightly chuckles and teases you about it. But that doesn’t stop you from throwing him off guard and planting a small kiss to his cheek as he leans down just close enough for you to do it. It completely shuts him up and he blushes as well. You smile in triumph and feel that small little white flower from earlier bloom even bigger.

[sugar-kisser]

Pearls « Jeong Yunho (RW)

original warnings: none word count: 1954

It’s almost a peaceful morning in which you can finally sleep after having to work a graveyard shift. You manage to remove all the light in your room, which you remind yourself to thank your mom for buying blackout curtains. You flip your ceiling fan on high as well as your portable fan on high and rotation. You change into a giant hoodie you stole from your best friend a couple years ago, and climb into your bed. You curl up under the covers as the temperature in the room begins to drop. You close your eyes and begin to let sleep pull at you. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” You can already hear your best friend calling your name loudly from the hallway. You can also hear him approach, and he hurries down the worn down carpet, the thuds of his feet keeping you dreadfully awake. You lift you head and turn towards your door just as it opens, seeing your best friend, Yunho, standing in the doorway.

“Are you still sleeping?” Yunho laughs as he walks in to your room, closing the door behind him, “it’s freezing in here.”

“Yunho. I love you,” you tell him tiredly, “but I just got back from a graveyard shift. I need to sleep.” Yunho’s eyes widen and guilt immediately floods him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he quickly tells you as he sets something down on your desk, “I just got back from my trip and wanted to see you.”

“You’re adorable,” you laugh and completely turn over in your bed to face him. Without second thought Yunho climbs over you in your bed and plops down on the other side of the mattress. You turn once again to face him but not without yawning.

“Get some sleep,” Yunho tells you.

“You’re here,” you counter closing your eyes and lightly smiling.

“When has that stopped either one of us before?” Yunho laughs as he shifts around. He manages to find a blanket at the end of your bed, and drapes it over him as he steals one of the other few pillows you have on your bed. You ignore his movements and allow yourself to finally fall asleep. Yunho follows your lead and falls asleep ready to take his world famous all-day nap. The two of you often did this when one of you stayed up the night before. But lately you don’t know what’s come over you, you’ve felt like something is off. You blush much easier than you use to. You get these weird butterflies in your stomach at the most random times when you use to never. You’re afraid you’re falling in love with your best friend and you wish you weren’t… because you don’t want to lose what you have.

About two in the afternoon, after sleeping for about eight hours, you wake up in your bed. Face just centimeters away from Yunho’s. You jump back and squeal not realizing you were on the edge of your bed and you fall off with a loud thud. You push yourself off the floor and notice Yunho not even looking remotely bothered or anywhere close to waking up… typical. You stand up from the floor and stretch your body out before heading over to your desk to get on your laptop. Your eyes stop when you notice a semi large box sitting on your desk. It looks like a present. Didn’t Yunho set something on your desk earlier when he first arrived?

You turn on your desk lamp and look over the box. You find a little extra long ribbon hanging off of it which you find your name scribbled in Yunho’s handwriting. Curious, you carefully lift the box and place it on your lap and pull the lid off. Inside you find a beautiful polished murex shell. You carefully lift it out of the box to look at closer, but wary of the way you hold it due to the spiky spine that keeps predators away. You flip it around and look at the beautiful orange and pink ombre of color that leads to the inside of the shell.

“Do you like it?” Yunho’s sleepy voice calls out to you. You slightly jump and the box falls off your lap and you turn around.

“You scared me,” you tell him as you awkwardly laugh, “but yes. I do, thank you. You didn’t need to get me it.”

“You’ve always talked about wanting to go to the ocean. Especially a crystal clear blue one,” Yunho explains before pointing to the shell, “you can hear the ocean in it.” Curiously you hold the shell up to your ear and you can hear the illusion of the ocean waves jumping on and off the shell walls.

“Did you see the other thing?” Yunho asks sitting up right in your bed, his hair slightly standing in different directions.

“There was more? Yunho,” you whine, “you seriously didn’t need to get me anything.” Yunho cheekily smiles before climbing out of bed and reaching for the box himself. He picks up the two small black pouches and hands them over.

“Pick whichever one you want. Then I get the other,” Yunho explains. You carefully set the murex shell on your desk and take both the small pouches from Yunho’s hand. You open them and a small little bracelets falls out of each little bag. A black adjustable twine bracelet with a peal in the center- one blush pink pearl and one ivory pearl. You look carefully over both before slipping the ivory pearl bracelet on to your wrist. You hand the other one over to Yunho who puts his on his wrist.

“Now, you have to make a wish,” Yunho tells you.

“A wish? Yunho we’re not eight anymore,” you laugh.

“Seriously!” Yunho exclaims, “from what I was told. You make a wish and then you visit the beach in which the pearl originates. If the pearl falls off the bracelet and back into the ocean then it means your wish came true!”

“You clearly had too much to drink over there,” you laugh at your best friend who pouts, “okay, okay. I’ll make a wish. But that means you have to take me to this beach.”

“Deal!” Yunho excitedly agrees. You laugh and look at the small pearl sitting on your left wrist and make a wish. A stupid, silly wish. One that can be considered breaking the rules.

—— 

After trudging through the rest of summer with constant working and the beginning of your next semester in college, fall break finally comes around. Now unlike when you are younger and fall break would last up to a week or two, college only gives you two added days to a weekend. 

Yunho decided to surprise you with plane tickets to an island in the Caribbean. Just a small weekend getaway considering your short break, but it’s enough time to take a breather before diving into finals.

“What do you want to do first?” Yunho asks as the two of you walk into your small little airbnb apartment.

“I have no idea. It’s already kind of late. Maybe we should just walk on the beach,” you tell him as you look out the back porch sliding door towards the ocean not even a football field away from where you’re staying the next couple days. Yunho agrees and after the two of you change into better attire to wear on the beach you guys head out and walk down the sandy walkway towards the loud crashing waves. 

“Wow. Look how blue the water is!” You exclaim instantly running into it, “and it’s warm?” Yunho laughs at your excitement and follows you into the water. The two of you walk down the long beach and you stop at one point just to look out into the water as the sun begins to hit the water.

“You might go blind looking at the sun, Y/N,” Yunho obviously states as he walks back to you after realizing you stopped.

“It looks really pretty I just can’t help it,” you tell him, “this is the first time I’ve been to an ocean.”

“I know, I know,” Yunho laughs, “I’m just teasing you.” You roll your eyes and lightly push him to the side. You then pull off your shirt and shorts swiftly reveling your swimsuit you changed into before you two left and walk further into the water, leaving your clothes near a tree. 

“Hey! Wait for me!” Yunho calls as he pulls off his shirt and throws it towards your discarded clothing before hurrying in after you. You turn around and wait for him to join you. Just as he’s only a few feet away a wave knocks hard into your back pushing you under the water. Yunho about goes into a panic and reaches to pull you back above the surface. You cough out the ocean water and move your hair out of you face.

“You okay?” Yunho asks bending down to reach eye level with you.

“Yeah. Just took me by surprise that’s all,” you awkwardly laugh, feeling a little embarrassed. Yunho smiles and laughs along with you. But before he knows it you tackle him and you both go under the water. You’re first to push yourself off the soft sandy ground and reach for the air again. You push back your hair and wipe your eyes as the tall giant rises out of the water next to you.

“Very funny,” Yunho comment swinging his hair back only for it to fall back into his face again.

“I mean,” you shrug, “I thought it was.” You reach to push his hair out of his face to see his eyes. Yunho almost freezes under your touch and watches you intently as you focus on brushing all his sandy hair out of his face.

“Yunho you okay?” You ask scrunching your eyebrows together, wondering why Yunho is so suddenly quiet and just watching you.

“Yeah,” Yunho blinks his eyes a couple of times before taking a step towards you, “.. I just need to do something. Don’t freak out?” You nod your head, although your adrenaline starts pumping, and you watch as Yunho’s body almost presses against yours. He reaches both his hands to cup your cheek gently as he would if you were getting sleepy and complaining that you can’t sit through one more movie. He slowly leans downs and closes his eyes as his lips ever so softly brush against yours. Despite the adrenaline going and the mad rush of blood to your cheeks you manage to stay still and kiss him back. Yunho pulls away and smiles at you ever so softly like when you would get excited over small things.

“You didn’t freak out?” Yunho asks, almost confused.

“Why would I?” You ask, your heart still pumping at lightning speed.

“Because I didn’t think you…,” Yunho starts but can’t find his words to finish.

“Yunho,” you smile brightly, “I fell in love with you a long time ago. Why would you think I couldn’t love you?” Yunho looks at you, his eyes glittering with happiness as a smile quickly grows on his lips. Yunho reaches out for your arm and when he grabs your wrist he pulls you to him and you two lay chest to chest. Yunho leans down and kisses you again.

Just as a small wave brushes past the two of you, it takes not only the blush pink pearl, but the ivory pearl as well. The two small jewels return to the sea, and burry themselves under the sand just as they are made to do once their wishes have been granted.

[sugar-kisser]

Park Seonghwa « What Ifs (RW)

original warnings: none word count: 1855

Summer has slowly come to an end, and autumn is just beginning. The cool breeze is what everyone was begging for, but were not expecting this early. But none the less, college students still trudge around campus preparing for their midterms that are in the coming weeks. Just about all the floors in every library is filled except for the oldest library on campus that is said to be abandon, but you and Seonghwa found it the perfect place to study because not many student’s actually step foot near the old building.

So behind several shelves and almost lodged into a secret corner of the library on the second floor, Seonghwa and you sit at one of the small rectangular tables. You currently have three different biology books opened to random pages and sitting in half a circle around you and your not very completed study guide. Seonghwa on the other hand has a stack of four textbooks sitting next to his large history textbook that’s opened to the back so he can right down all the laws he needs to memorize for his history exam in two days. Some times he wished he started on things like this sooner, but you know, college is basically procrastination. Like if you think high school is bad just you wait. Plus he had a life he wanted to live and he didn’t need to attend every single class, so he skipped a few, and just a few. You probably wouldn’t catch him with bad grades so when he found the time to ditch for a day trip somewhere, he did.

You on the other hand never missed a day of class. You were afraid you would fall behind easily considering you’re not the fastest learner and it takes twice as long for you to completely understand something than the average student. But that also makes you a perfectionist because you want to be able to explain it with your eyes closed or even in a different language if you need to. The big achiever that nobody really liked to be friends with in high school, but you cut all ties with your previous life. You needed that fresh start, and you’re happy you did because you met Seonghwa on the first day of college in a level 300 class you accidentally signed up for instead of the level 100, but he managed to help you through it and you ended with a B.

You deeply sigh which easily distracts Seonghwa who puts his pencil down to look at you.

“You okay?” He asks with a small little grin on his face that you want to wipe off.

“No,” you whine, “this midterm is going to be the reason I fail college.” Seonghwa pulls his lips together to not only hide his smile but the oncoming laugh from your dramatic statement. You then drop your head onto the table with a loud thud that could probably be heard from the other side of the library. Seonghwa reaches out to help you back up while sneakily laughing.

“Laugh all you want I don’t care,” you tell him. Your dramatic mood changed to a more depressed tone, and Seonghwa practically feels the life and energy drained from you. All in a matter of a second which quickly concerns him.

“You’re going to be just fine on this test. You have nothing to worry about,” Seonghwa tells you as he rest his hand on your upper back, slightly running his fingers up and down for comfort.

“But I also don’t have your test to copy off of,” you counter which makes Seonghwa bite the inner parts of his cheeks to reframe himself from continuing to laugh as your despair is a little more important at the minute.

“Just take a five minute break, relax, and then get back to doing the study guide,” Seonghwa suggests, “you’ll feel better.” You lift your head up from the table and Seonghwa retracts his arm. You sigh again and look over the mess of your half of the table is. In the corner of your eye you watch as Seonghwa continues about his time writing down his needed information from his history book. You lean over and rest your head against his arm, only causing him to stop writing.

“Y/N,” Seonghwa coos to you, “I need to write.” You whine and move your head back over to your own workspace. You rest your head on top of your hands and close your eyes. A few moments of just not doing anything could be good right? You promise yourself just to count to one hundred before getting back to your assignments. But you don’t quite reach thirty before passing out.

Your light snores don’t go past Seonghwa as he every once in a while glances over at you to make sure you’re okay and not drooling over the libraries textbooks. He’s glad you’re finally getting some sleep. He’ll notice your apartment lights still on when he returns from his late shift hours just about every other day. Lately he’s wondered if you’ve even been sleeping considering the bags under your eyes are black and purple. You do try to hide them with your make-up but Seonghwa knows your little tricks and you can’t fool him. 

An hour and a half passes by and Seonghwa gets through most of all his work before deciding he wants to call it a night. He looks over you one last time deciding if he should wake you now or if he should let you sleep a little longer. You don’t quite look comfortable slouched over a table sleeping but you didn’t seem to mind it all that much. Seonghwa leans back in his chair and looks out the tall skinny ceiling to floor window. A smile blossoms on his face as a lightbulb blinks in his head. 

Seonghwa packs his bag and collects his textbooks setting them on a cart for a student librarian to place them back. He sets his bag on the floor after grabbing his wallet and hurries out of the library and across the street to your guys’ favorite coffee shop.

You eventually find yourself waking up when you no longer feel any other body near you radiating off even the smallest amount of heat. You push your head off your textbook and run your hand through your hair. You look over and notice that Seonghwa’s side of the table is spotless clean. His bag isn’t even anywhere in your sight. Had he left you?

You flip your phone around and check the time when the screen turns on- 7:46 PM. You feel your heart sink a little further. Didn’t Seonghwa have another late shift tonight? It starts in about 15 minutes. What sits heaviest on you overall is the fact that Seonghwa didn’t even wake you. Usually he would if you fall asleep during one of your study sessions, so what makes tonight different? 

With a shaky little sigh that breaks past your lips and small little droplets of water collecting at your waterline you push yourself up in your chair and look over your study guide and the textbooks in front of you. You at least need to complete the study guide tonight so you can study it for the next seven days straight to get the A you need on the test. You absentmindedly find answers to your study guide questions and write them down without retaining the actual information which will easily leave you lost later on when you come back to study it.

“Ah! You’re awake,” Seonghwa’s voice softly calls out. You whip your head to face the black haired boy approaching you, two large hot drinks in his hands.

“Seonghwa, I thought you left? Don’t you work tonight?” You ask, your voice rather quiet and hoarse.

“No, silly. I don’t work Thursday nights, remember?” Seonghwa lightly laughs, “besides why would I leave you alone in the library sleeping?” He sets the two cups down and that’s when he see’s the build up of water about to fall down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” Seonghwa’s face drops instantly and he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. You arms wrap around his waist and the side of your face buries itself into his mid-torso. “I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note. I didn’t think I’d be gone long, nor did I think you were going to wake up until I got back.” Seonghwa let’s go of you before crouching down, his butt almost brushing the floor.

“How about I walk you back to your apartment and we watch a movie? You’re way to stressed to be working on this study guide,” Seonghwa suggests, but you shake your head and blink back your tears.

“I can’t,” you whisper afraid anything above that you’ll have a mental breakdown, “I need to finish this tonight. My test is next week.”

“Which means you still have plenty of time to finish it and study it all,” Seonghwa counters with a small smile, trying to convince you to take a break.

“What if I forget about it?”

“You won’t.”

“What if I don’t complete it?”

“You will.”

“What if I fail the test.”

“Y/N,” Seonghwa laughs in almost disbelief at all your excuses which only causes you to feel more guilt.

“You’re going to be just fine if we take the rest of the night off,” Seonghwa explains as he brushes your hair out of your face, “and when you pass your test next week after not forgetting to complete your study guide I’ll take you out.” You feel everything in the world stop. Did he?

“I won’t know my grades until after the short break,” you tell him which causes him to laugh.

“Y/N you’re going to pass this. So I’m going to take you out,” Seonghwa more-so tells you rather than suggests, “on a date.” You feel heat rise to your cheeks and you reach up to lightly brush your fingers against your pink cheeks.

“Come on cutie,” Seonghwa pats your head before standing all the way back up, “let’s head back to your apartment, watch a movie, and eat food because I am starving.” You break into a small smile which makes Seonghwa instantly feel better that he’s lighten your mood. You put your papers back into your bag and before you can grab your coat Seonghwa does and helps you put it on.

“Thanks,” you squeak before picking up your three textbooks. Seonghwa grabs his backpack and your two hot chocolates, and the two of you head towards the exit. You place your books on the return cart next to Seonghwa’s and take your hot beverage from his hands. 

A cool breeze swipes right past the two of you as you head outside into the cold. You slightly shiver but that doesn’t stop Seonghwa from grabbing your hand and pulling it into his coat pocket along with his. You bite back a smile as the two of you head towards your apartment.

[sugar-kisser]

Kim Hongjoong « Kissing Booth (RW)

orignal  warnings: none featuring: Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Yunho, Mingi, San, Jongho, & Yeosang word count: 4911

Life blooms once again after a frosty, but with very little snow fall, winter. You have been preparing a little booth for the upcoming school carnival in three weeks time. All winter you worked on your proposal which you then got approved from your school’s student counsel. You usually aren’t one to go and be so involved with school activities and spirit, but it’s currently the last semester of your senior year. All year you’ve tried your best to live the last year of freedom before enslaving yourself to college with all the work, anxiety, and wallet draining it comes with.

“Oh please won’t you help me with my booth?” You beg your best friend, Mary, a transfer Thailand student who you befriended after being paired up for a project in your photography class- you as photographer and Mary as the model.

“No!” She laughs, “no offense I’m not really about kissing people, especially from this school.” You pout in defeat. But hold up, hold up. Kissing people? From school? What? Well you actually had decided to do a kissing booth for your school carnival. A harmless kissing booth. Your intention is to find a big group of people, boys, girls, and nonbianary students from your school and just have a good time. There really isn’t any harm in kissing anyone, right? There shouldn’t be, no one is forced to do it. Your plan is for it all to be voluntary and if people don’t want to all of a sudden, not a problem for you. You understand if they don’t want to or have a sudden change of mind.

“How about this,” Mary starts seeing you dramatically pout despite her also rolling her eyes at you, “I will help you find people and run the second half of the booth so you can take your siblings around the carnival.”

“Really? You would do that?” You asked almost touched that she would even give up some of her time just so you can take your siblings knowing how much you’re wanting to bring them.

“Yeah,” Mary chirps, “but you can not complain about who I get. I get who I get.”

“Deal!” You laugh. The two of you finally part ways and you quickly hurry to your car and start it up. The drive home is peaceful and before you know it you’re pulling off to the side of the large driveway you share with the three other townhouses including yours. You enter through your front door and immediately greeted by four loud, giggly kids.

“Y/N!” They all cheer and begin jumping and climbing all over you. You pick up the twins, one in each arm and sitting on separate hips.

“Now why aren’t you two in school?” You ask looking down at your seven and nine-year-old brothers, Sammy and Johnny.

“Dad said we didn’t have to go!” Johnny declares before running off back towards their mini playroom they decided to drag from upstairs into the living room with the small tv on playing their favorite show, Paw Patrol. You take a deep sigh and look down the hall at your father’s study. He must of forgotten to send Sammy and Johnny to school; that or he never left his study last night. You look away with a sad feeling growing in your chest a little. You can only hope your father will grow past your mother’s dreadful passing. Ever since it happened three years with the birth of the twins he disappeared into his study and rarely leaves… leaving you to raise your four siblings.

You quickly swallow your sadness when you see your baby sister’s big eyes looking up at you as her head rests on your shoulder.

“How was your day, Areum?” You ask her with a big smile.

“Boring. You weren’t here to play,” she grumbles. You lightly sigh and smile at your only other sister. You feel bad because she’s not interested in the boys’s toys and wants to play with dolls or color with you but you have school five days a week, and you’re not even counting homework then.

“How about we go paint in the garage?” You suggest.

“I wanna paint too,” Jin, the other twin, pouts.

“Of course Jinnie,” you tell him and give them both small little kisses on their cheeks causing the toddlers to giggle. 

“Let’s go play outside!” You declare catching Sammy and Johnny’s attention. You set down the twins and all four kids rush to the back door to grab their shoes. You smile and walk into the kitchen and gasp at the sight.

“Hey!” You turn around and look at the kids who look like puppies who deny that they torn up the couch. You sigh and rub your face. 

“Please ask dad or me for help. Plus you had your lunch boxes to eat out of today,” you tell them, “we’ll go outside once I clean all of this up.” You turn and look at potentially three different cereals all over the floor and the dried milk on the counter, cabinets, and floor. You quickly get a broom and sweep up all the food and place it into the trash and even clean out the pantry from all the fallen food, which almost looked worse than the kitchen itself. You then move onto the milk and gently clean the cabinets before moving to the counter top and floor. You sigh and run the rag under water, ring out all the milk, and drape the rag over the faucet to dry. You brush your hair out of you face, head up to your room you share with the twins, quickly change into better clothes to paint in, and tie up your hair. You hurry down the stair case and see the four kids sitting on the couch watching Netflix.

“Okay, let’s go!” You announce and they all quickly jump off the couch leaving the tv on. You quickly turn it off and follow them out into the dimly lit garage. You hit the garage door button too high for the kids to reach. Johnny and Sammy quickly take a soccer ball out just past the garage and into the driveway to kick around. 

“Jin if you want to go play soccer before you paint you can,” You tell Jin as he watches his older brothers play. He smiles up at you before calling to Johnny and Sammy telling them he wants to join. “Come on Areum, let’s paint,” you tell your little sister. You both take a seat in the garage and Areum sits down next to you. You pull a canvas off the small table next to you and small water color paints and hand them to Areum. You reach for a water bottle and the small cup she uses to paint and fill it up just slightly and give it to her.

“Do you know what you’re going to paint?” You ask her.

“Nope. I figure it out later,” she cheerfully tells you, “I wanna watch you.” You laugh and turn to your large wood canvas that’s outlined and ready to paint. You pull down the red and white paint cans along with brushes and begin your project.

After a while your focus is broken as you hear the all familiar motorbike enter the driveway.

“Move for Hongjoong boys!” You call to your brothers who instantly gab their ball and hurry to the entrance of the garage, giving more than plenty of room for Hongjoong. Once the teenager’s bike is pulled into the garage of his house, across from yours, the boys hurry back out and begin playing again. You watch you brothers for a moment before your attention is brought to Hongjoong. 

Kim Hongjoong, one of the most popular boys at your school. He’s your age as well as Park Seonghwa, one of his seven best friends. They all play soccer or lacrosse as well as being in a choir-like club? Is that even the best way to describe it? Hongjoong and his seven best friends all have a talent for creating music and singing, so they have a club with them as the only members. So they easily have all the girls in school swoon. You on the other hand know Hongjoong semi-well considering you’ve moved across the street from him after your mother’s death. He and his family occasionally help you with your siblings. 

“Sammy, pass the ball!” Hongjoong voice calls as he hurries out into the driveway to kick the ball with the boys for a couple minutes. You smile as you watch before you turn to continue to paint. 

“Joongie,” Areum calls abandoning her still blank canvas to run up to the approaching boy.

“Arie,” Hongjoong smiles as he picks up the running three-year-old, “Hello Y/N.”

“Hi Hongjoong,” you turn and smile at the boy, “how are you?”

“Good. Got out of practice about half an hour ago. Do you need help with anything?” Hongjoong offers. You ponder a moment thinking over all you have to do but deny his offer as well as thanking him for it.

“Areum are you painting with your sister?” Hongjoong asks setting her down.

“I’m trying. But I don’t know what to paint,” she tells him as she shows him the blanket canvas.

“How about you paint me something?” Hongjoong tells her, “draw me the prettiest thing you can.” Areum lightly gasps and nods her head with a big smile.

“Okay!” Hongjoong smiles at her enthusiasm.

“Take your time on it,” Hongjoong reminds her before standing up fully from crouching down, “if you need me. You know where to find me.” You nod your head and wave goodbye to Hongjoong and he leaves your garage. He takes the ball from your brothers real quick but passes it back to them telling them goodbye before grabbing his backpack next to his bike and heading inside.

“Do you know what you’re going to paint for Hongjoong?” You ask Areum looking over your shoulder at her.

“Yes! But you can’t see!” Areum protectively hides her canvas.

“Okay. I won’t look,” you laugh and turn back to your wooden board and continue to paint in the first coat of red paint. You stand up from your spot and quickly grab your phone from the table and hook it up to your small portable speakers and begin to blast your music. You bop your head and even slightly begin to dance around to one of your favorite songs that happens to come on shuffle first.

“Areum dance with me,” you call to your little sister, crouching down to pick her up. You jump around with her in your arms causing her to giggle.

Hongjoong enters his room and when he hears the music coming from outside he approaches his desk that sits in front of the window, and he smiles as he looks out to see you dancing in your garage with your baby sister. Your younger brothers even join you and you set Areum down so she can dance on the floor with her siblings. Hongjoong stands, leaning up against his chair with his hands watching the five of you dance and have fun, admiring that you give your little siblings so much love while trying to maintain a school, social, and small work life. Hongjoong’s phone ringing takes his attention away from you, and he answers the phone after seeing Seonghwa’s caller ID.

—— 

The day of the carnival finally comes around and Mary had managed to get together a group of eight people which you thank them all. You were even surprised to see she managed to round up Seonghwa and Wooyoung for the job. You explain the rules and run down of the show and let them know they can back out at any time. You send everyone off to just hang out and you hear a familiar voice call after you.

“Y/N! I’m sorry I’m late. I made sure Mary had everything she needed for your siblings,” you turn to see Hongjoong hurrying up to you, an extremely shocked expression on your face. Three of the eight boys from the club ATEEZ? Wow, this might actually be a successful night. But Hongjoong? He’s one of the last people you would of expected to have joined your booth, personally you thought. 

“Hongjoong. I didn’t know you signed up?” You tell him.

“It was more of a last minute decision. Seonghwa talked me into it,” Hongjoong cheekily smiles while slightly scratches the back of his head.

“Oh,” you laugh, “well he can explain everything to you. I’ve got a couple last minute things to set up.” Hongjoong nods his head and heads over to his other friends who smirk devilishly at him.

“So you came,” Seonghwa smirks as Hongjoong puts his hands into his leather jacket, “you have a plan?” Hongjoong puckers out his lips and shakes his head.

“Oh this is gonna be good,” Wooyoung laughs.

“I don’t have a plan. But I know someone who does,” Hongjoong clarifies for the two boys who instantly shut up, but raise their eyebrows in interest, “you just gotta wait and see.”

“He’s got no plan,” Wooyoung mumbles crossing his arms causing Hongjoong to roll his eyes. The three boys continue in conversation with one another as you finally finish setting up the last little bit of your booth. You made sure the deck leading out onto the small stage had no liquid spills and that it was clear of all hazardous items except a table you could potentially and accidentally walk into if you’re not careful.

“Hey Y/N!” One of the girls calls for you. You turn to find a few girls Mary is friends with that you aren’t to keened about. But Mary is also a popular girl, so you can’t blame her for being friend with who she wants.

“Hana,” you politely greet, “what’s up?”

“I know I originally signed up to go first, but is there anyway I could change that?” She asks.

“Yeah, of course. What spot would you rather do?” You ask her.

“I think Jade and I want to switch spots,” Hana explains pointing to the girl to her right. You nod you head and quickly make the change.

“Not a problem. Jade that means you have about a minute before you need to go out,” you smile at her before walking over to check on everyone else.

“Why do I have to do this again?” Jade asks rolling her eyes while spitting her gum into a small trash can.

“Because I don’t want Hongjoong to think I’m a jerk. Y/N and Hongjoong go years back,” Hana explains as if the reason was obvious.

“But I don’t want Wooyoung to think I’m a jerk,” Jade counters.

“I’ll make sure he won’t,” Hana reassures her friend. Jade takes a deep breath before grabbing the blindfold from a stage hand who quickly approaches the girls. Jade walks back up to Y/N.

“Hey Y/N, do you mind if I tie the blindfold around you and take if off you to put on me? If any of that makes sense? I just don’t want to ruin my makeup or hair,” Jade explains. You find the request a little weird, but you want to make sure everyone is happy and agree to it. You hand your clipboard off to someone else and turn around for Jade to tie the blindfold around you.

“Good luck,” Jade snickers in your hear before pushing you past the curtains. You trip and fall onto the floor of the actual stage. Your body tenses in fear and embarrassment when you hear a bunch of people laugh and clap.

“Hey. I thought Y/N was running the booth, not one of the contestants,” Wooyoung states as he peeks through the cracks of the curtains from the other side of the stage.

“She shouldn’t be? Why is she out there?” Hongjoong asks hurrying up next to Wooyoung to take a look. Hongjoong could visibly see her shake.

“It’s now or never,” Wooyoung looks at him, “quickly go off the side right there.” Hongjoong bolts off the side of the stage and quickly approaches from the back of the crowd. Just as someone was about to walk up on the stage to help you up Hongjoong stops him and takes the stage instead.

“You okay?” Hongjoong asks while trying to mask his voice.

“Yeah. Just tripped coming out,” you answer nervously. Hongjoong takes your hands and helps you up.

“Don’t be nervous,” Hongjoong smiles looking at you.

“I’ve just never kissed anyone before. That’s all,” you answer him with a small shy smile, but Hongjoong had already known this. You were slightly known as someone who didn’t go around dating people especially with the life you live.

“You’re going to be fine,” Hongjoong whispers, not even trying to mask his voice.

“Hongjoong?” You ask. But instead of Hongjoong answer he lightly and quickly presses his lips to yours. You never thought you would find yourself kissing your neighbor, one of the few people who is there for you daily despite his own life. But maybe you should of seen it coming? When Hongjoong pulls his lips away, leaving you breathless, he pulls the blindfold off your head. You hair slightly stands up in serval different directions which he lightly laughs and pats down your hair. Everyone cheers around you which only prompts Hongjoong to take your hands and kiss your cheek before the two of you of you disappear behind the curtains and backstage. You pass by an almost fuming Hana, but Seonghwa and Wooyoung slowly clap.

“Didn’t think you’d have the balls Joong,” Wooyoung teases before turning to you, “he hasn’t shut up for weeks about this,” Wooyoung gestures to the booth, “and he hasn’t shut up about you for months. And I mean months.” Seonghwa quickly smacks the younger boy upside the head to shut him up.

“Excuse the child,” Seonghwa tells him before slightly leaning in, “but he wasn’t lying.” Hongjoong smacks him causing both boys to laugh.

“I am here! Don’t start!” Mary calls hurrying backstage, holding both twins and having Sammy and Johnny quickly following her.

“He improvised because Jade and Hana planned something,” Seonghwa tells her.

“So you’re telling me I missed it!?” Mary exclaims setting down the twins.

“You knew?” You asks.

“Well duh,” Marry smirks, “but thank god. Because look how cute you two are and your siblings already love him. It’s perfect.” You cheeks turn to a deep pink, but you’re quickly distracted by your siblings running to you.

“Hey guys,” You smile and ruffle each of their hair and give them all hugs.

“Y/N we wanna go play!” Jin demands.

“Guys. I can’t take you out just yet I still ha-“

“Don’t worry about it. I can take over from here. It’s why I came early,” Mary cuts you off, “well that and there was a whole plan, but I’m here now.” You laugh at your best friend before standing up to hug her.

“Thank you,” you tell her before turning around to your siblings. Areum already in Hongjoong’s arms.

“We’re ready,” Hongjoong smiles, only causing you to smile wider. You offer to carry Jin and pick up the small three-year-old when he nods his head.

“We’ll take good care of everything here. Don’t worry!” Mary calls after you six when you walk out.

“Don’t run too far ahead please!” You call after Sammy and Johnny who also immediately take off.

“They’ll be fine. I’ve got my eyes on the trouble makers,” Hongjoong jokes.

“You didn’t need to do that earlier,” you quietly tell Hongjoong after a minute.

“What do you mean?” Hongjoong stops walking and you stop as well.

“You didn’t need to save me from that embarrassment. I know I’m one of the last people you’d ever want to be with,” you explain to him.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? I actually had this whole night planned. I mean Hana and Jade went and messed it up a little. But I don’t regret what I did. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Hongjoong counters, his face dropping in slight doubt.

“You even say he’s soulmate from other life time,” Areum states and Hongjoong bewilderedly looks at Areum and then looks at your wide eyed expression.

“Areum where did you hear that?” You ask her.

“Your diary,” she giggles.

“You said I’m your soulmate from another life time?” Hongjoong smiles, instantly finding something to tease you about, but at the same time trying to save his own sanity of falling deeper in love with the girl standing before him.

“I- I mean. I wrote it thinking we wouldn’t be soulmates this time around. But I don’t know…,” you start, “I guess is was just because of how easily we connected and how well we are around each other. You know, I’m pretty sure I wrote that during one of my sleepless nights.” You try to save yourself from this, but Hongjoong doesn’t seem to let up any time soon.

“So you think of me as a soulmate,” Hongjoong repeats taking a step closer towards you. If you thought your cheeks earlier were a deep pink, they’re now red and almost on fire.

“Can’t deny it now. You’re stuck with me,” Hongjoong giggles before taking your free hand and pulls you along to a booth Sammy and Johnny have been patiently waiting at.

“Alright who want’s a toy,” Hongjoong asks as he sets Areum down on the floor.

“You came to the right booth kids,” Yunho, one of Hongjoong’s other friends leans over the table to greet the kids, “Mingi get the rings!” Mingi, Yunho’s best friend and another from the ATEEZ music group, gathers up a bunch of rings for the kids to throw.

“So I assume the plan worked,” Yunho leans off to the side for the kids to have room to throw the rings. Hongjoong picks up Jin and Areum and places them on the table to help give them an advantage due to their height. You might as well dye the color of you cheeks pink at this point in the night.

“Ahhhh it did!” Yunho cheers. 

“How many people knew about this?” You ask, not really directed at Hongjoong or Yunho.

“Way too many. I couldn’t count them on both of my hands,” Mingi calls as he stands closer to the bottles to watch the kids throw them, “Yunho most of these kids have better aim than San and Jongho.” Mingi states as Johnny lands his second bottle, Sammy trying to land his second, and both the twins just landing their first. Yunho looks behinds him and laughs seeing the messy of the other rings on the floor.

“What prizes do you guys want?” Yunho asks the twins when they run out of rings first. Areum points to a small little kitten which Mingi retrieves for her immediately, and Jin looks around and before he could pick Mingi pulls down a small Paw Patrol toy.

“How about this? Hongjoong is always singing the song,” Mingi laughs.

“Look Jinnie it’s your favorite too,” Hongjoong points and Jin thanks Mingi for the toy.

“And what would you two like?” Yunho lays his arms and practically his chest on the table to be eye level with the boys.

“I want the dinosaur please!” Johnny points to the little dinosaur at the top.

“And you?” Yunho looks over to Sammy.

“The penguin please!” Sammy points to the baby penguin. Yunho smiles and pulls down both toys and hands them over.

“You guys should go play San and Jongho’s fishing game!” Mingi tells them before leaning down to the kids, “they have candy.” The instantly cheer and you and Hongjoong stare at the cheeky boys in disbelief. 

“Hey we’re just trying to promote,” Mingi shrugs his shoulders. Hongjoong and you follow the kids who are tracking down the fishing game booth.

“There!” Jin points before taking off towards the booth.

“Well you must be Y/N’s famous siblings!” San crouches down to greet them, “Hongjoong always talks about you guys.”

“Are you here to play?” Jongho asks crouching down holding four fishing poles for them.

“Yes please,” Areum tells him. Jongho hands everyone the poles and San even moves the pool closer to them.

“Pick up three fish,” Jongho explains holding up three fingers.

“They better not be put on a sugar high,” you tell the two younger boys.

“We would never,” San cheekily smiles at you causing you to laugh.

“I caught one!” Areum giggles pulling up a fish. San reaches down and takes the fish off her hook so she can get her second fish. The other boys quickly collect their three fish as well as Areum. Jongho quickly prepares their four little bags of candy before handing them over. The all thank him and San goes to open his mouth.

“We’re going to go see Yeosang. We’ll be on our way,” Hongjoong stops San who smiles brightly before waving at the kids. Hongjoong guides you and the four kids towards the mini ferris wheel in the back of the carnival.

“They let Yeosang be in charge of this?” You ask looking over at Hongjoong.

“Nah. He’s just helping the kids on an off. A professional is operating it,” Hongjoong laughs before looking at the kids, “you guys wanna go on the ferris wheel?” They all nod their heads so Hongjoong collects their candy bags and stuffed toys and calls Yeosang’s name. The blonde haired boy looks up from his phone and waves at them. Hongjoong points to Yeosang and send the kids running his way.

“Why do I feel like you planed this entire thing? Almost like the entire carnival was set up for them?” You laugh taking a seat next to Hongjoong on a bench next to the ferris wheel.

“Well,” Hongjoong starts, “I knew whether or not you were going to do a booth your siblings would come, so I begged, and I mean begged, for the boys to have booths for younger kids so they could play and have fun. I knew they if they had fun you would be happy.”

“Well thank you,” you tell him and boldly grab his hand, “it really means a lot.”

“I do really mean all of this,” Hongjoong tells you, “I’m just afraid you don’t see me the same.”

“Are you kidding?” You laugh, “Hongjoong. I’m so touched that you’ve done all of this just for me and for my siblings. How could I not just fall in love?” Just those eight small words that formed one simple sentence sent fireworks off in Hongjoong’s heart.

“Y/N!” Sammy’s voice calls from the top of the ferris wheel. He sit’s with Areum and just below them is Jin and Johnny. All four of them waving. You and Hongjoong wave back at them.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong calls to you as you watch the ferris wheel move again and watch the excitement in your little sibling’s faces.

“Yeah?” You turn to face the boy who now is turned more on his side on the bench.

“How about we go on a picnic tomorrow. The little ones can come if they want. I don’t mind. But as a real date?” Hongjoong offers.

“I would love that,” you smile.

After your siblings got off the ferris wheel you decide to call it a night since it was already an hour past all of their bedtimes. You take your siblings home, Hongjoong following behind you on his motorcycle to make sure you all got home safe. He even helps you put them all to bed and make sure their teeth are brushed from all the candy they ate. After you walk Hongjoong to the door and the two of you stand at the doorframe, Hongjoong just outside and you just inside.

“Thank you again for tonight,” you tell him, “and thank you for helping getting them to bed.”

“You know I always love to help you,” Hongjoong smiles and the two of you stand in silence for a moment before Hongjoong takes a step closer to you. He reaches out for you cheeks gently and places a feather light kiss to you lips for goodnight.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Hongjoong smiles when he pulls away. He waves and walks down the porch of your front door and to his house. You slowly raise your fingertips to you lips and smile, still barely feeling his lips on yours. You close the door and head to bed yourself.

Hongjoong opens the door to his room and closes it behind him, flipping on the light. He tosses his keys and his jacket onto his bed before looking over at his desk, something catching his attention. He walks up and picks up the canvas Areum had drawn for him a few weeks ago. A childish portrait of you was painted on the canvas with the words “soulmate from life” and Hongjoong smiles brightly. Finally figuring out what Areum meant when she wrote it down. Now he for sure knew himself. If they were soulmates in a previous life, nothing was going to stop him from being Y/N’s soulmate in this life.

[sugar-kisser]

Engagement Rings - Jeong Yunho

REQUEST: It's so cute gosh 🥺 can I request for a part  2 a bit more angsty where that 'crusty bitch' regrets his actions and wants home girl back? Happy ending please 🥺🥺🥺🥺 @iis4d​

warnings: cussings featuring: Jongho, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Seonghwa, & San PART 1

The memory of last week’s events play over in your head as you stare at the small diamond ring on your finger. With your thumb you move the band from the inside part of your hand to move the ring around on your finger. You softly smile at the memory. The ring sits slightly heavier than the promise ring Yunho had given to you last year, but you only notice the difference when you think about it.

You look up from your hand and around you checking to see if Yunho is on his way over. He’s in his last class for the fall semester, which means Christmas is approaching. The two of you plan to travel to his parents house for this Christmas and then yours for the New Years.

You feel your phone buzz in your coat jacket and you pull your phone out and open your messages.

Yunho: Class is getting out ten minutes late, this presenter is taking foreverrrrrrr. I still haven’t even gone, and the professor is making me still go up.

You huff and quietly chuckle and tap on the little text bar to respond to him.

You: Poor Yunho. But don’t worry I’m still waiting at the picnic table.

Yunho: Yes poor me!! I love you! I’ll see you hopefully in 10 minutes.

You: I love you too.

You place your phone back into your phone and wrap your coat around you a little tighter as the small winter breeze picks up. You nuzzle you cheeks into the top part of your coat in order to keep your cheeks warm.

“Y/N?” A familiar male voice calls out to you. A little dusty switch in the back of your mind flips. Half your body tenses but you still turn to the oncoming trouble; oblivious to what could possibly happen. Your eyes widen at the sight of Wooyoung approaching you, his famous little boxy grin on display. You hadn’t thought about Wooyoung in almost two years, let alone see or hear of him.

“Wooyoung,” you greet with an almost forced grin on your face, “it’s been a long time.”

“It has,” he answers then his smile drops, “I’m actually glad I happen to run into you… I’ve been wanting to apologize for what I did.” His words take you by shock. Wooyoung rarely ever apologized to you, and when he did he did it just so you could eventually end up doing something for him.

“You want to apologize?” you repeat for the sake of yourself and to confirm that’s what you heard.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung tells you then points to the open seat on the bench beside you, “do you mind?” You shake your head and even scoot slightly over just so he has enough room and so you’re not too close to him.

“I want to apologize for cheating on you,” Wooyoung starts, “I should of never done that. You never deserved that. I made a complete ass of myself and lost something I really cared about and I knew there was no way I could make up for what I did.” You heart begins to sit heavy thinking back to the two and a half years ago when Wooyoung broke your heart. You can still clearly remember the cold look he gave you. It showed no emotion, no empathy, no regret for his decision.

“Did she end up breaking your heart and now you’re realizing how big of a dick you were?” You ask, the tone in your voice coming off rather rudely but it wasn’t your intention.

“Actually, no,” Wooyoung answers softly, unaffected by the tone in your voice, “I broke up with her when I heard about how you were doing. But I knew I couldn’t come back to you. I knew you wouldn’t want me back and that you would hate me… So I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking and changing myself to be better than I was then.”

“So why are you here telling me all of this if you knew that I wouldn’t want to see or be reminded of all of this?” You ask quietly as you scrunch your eyebrows together.

“Because I was hoping we could start over again. Which is a lot to ask but I promised I’ve changed, and I will never hurt you again,” Wooyoung proposes his idea- the trouble you were waiting for.

“Wooyoung, I-“ you start, “I’m engaged to someone else, and I’m extremely happy with who I’m with.” Your answer almost shocks Wooyoung, but he plays off his hurt and smiles.

“Oh, I’m sorry for coming off like that then,” Wooyoung awkwardly laughs, “may I see?” You pull your left hand out of your coat pocket and the cold air pricks at your skin but you hold out your hand and show him the ring. Wooyoung gently takes your hand and looks over the ring and smiles.

“I’m happy for you,” Wooyoung looks up at you has his other handles on top of yours. Before you could thank him, and in a swift motion, Wooyoung practically rips your ring off your finger. He stands and hurries the short three and a half yards to the water front of the university lake and throws the ring far into the water. You stand up to try to grab him, but it’s too late.

“No!” You scream. You feel your ring finger throb in pain, possibly broken from the ring being pulled off so violently.

“What the hell is your problem!” You yell at him, “you haven’t changed at all. You probably said all that bullshit just so you could get something from me!” You watch Wooyoung turn and begin to quickly walks back to you which you begin to back up.

“Hey what’s going on?” Yunho calls as he suddenly appears at your side, and he quickly notices Wooyoung, “what the hell are you doing here?” Yunho instinctively pushes you behind him while stepping out in front if you.

“I came to apologize to Y/N,” Wooyoung answers.

“Well scram you asshole. She never wanted to see you again after what you did,” Yunho growls. Wooyoung looks at you one more time, with that same cold look from two years ago, and walks away.

“Are you okay?” Yunho asks turning around after Wooyoung leaves both your sights. He looks you up and down before softly caressing you cheek. He lightly kisses your lips and gives you a sympathetic smile.

“I’m okay,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” Yunho asks, and you nod your head.

“Okay. Let’s go get some coffee,” Yunho suggests and he takes your right hand and the two of you walk to your favorite coffee shop on the campus. You find you and Yunho a seat while he waits in line to order coffee. You quickly pull out your phone and make a group chat that includes your closest friends.

You: We have a big problem

Jongho: Problem? DO I FINALLY GET TO BEAT YUNHO’S ASS!?

Seonghwa: Jongho, seriously?

Seonghwa: Y/N, what’s wrong?

You: I saw Wooyoung. He came to apologize, but when I rejected him and told him I was engaged he ripped the ring off my hand. He threw it into the campus lake and I think he broke my finger.

Seonghwa: Oh my god. Does Yunho know?

Jongho: Do I at least get to beat Wooyoung’s ass?

San: I just woke up, what am I missing?

Y/N: No he doesn’t. He came right after he threw the ring in the lake and when Wooyoung was coming after me. And San read the messages, are you lazy??

San: maybe

Y/N: Guys I leave tomorrow afternoon. I don’t want Yunho to know what happened.

Jongho: Are you saying you’re wanting us to go into that nasty ass lake to look for your ring?

Y/N: It’s literally shin deep Jongho.

Seonghwa: I’ll help you. Tell Yunho you’re going out later today for last minute Christmas shopping with me. I can bring Hongjoong.

San: so are we going to ignore that Y/N’s finger is broken ??? or ?

Seonghwa: We’ll get that taken care of too.

Y/N: Does 4 work?

Seonghwa: 4 should work. We’ll meet at the coffee shop?

Y/N: That should work.

San: i’ll be there

Jongho: I’m still not getting in that lake

Jongho: But I’ll be there

You take a sigh of relief and put your phone into your pocket.

“You sure you’re okay?” Yunho asks as he sets down a mug filled with warm hot chocolate in front of you.

“Yeah. I’m okay,” you smile and reach for the mug with both your hands. You hiss as you put pressure on to your ring finger and quickly pull your hands away from the mug.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Yunho quickly sets his mug down and reaches for your hands.

“I- it was just hot,” you quickly lie, “took me by surprise, that’s all. I’m sorry for scaring you.” Yunho tightly smiles and slightly sighs.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with him today,” Yunho tells you, “hopefully he’ll never show his face again.”

“I hope so too,” you tell him honestly. Yunho gives your right hand a tight squeeze before letting it go and lifting up his cup to take another sip of his drink. The two on you quietly sit together and drink on your hot beverages in the semi-loud coffee shop. Usually the two of you would talk about your day of what plans you two had or were wanting to do, but after earlier’s events Yunho knew you might needed some time to push yourself past what had happened. While you on the other hand were more worried that Yunho would find out what really happened and you don’t want him to worry any more than he is right now.

“Seonghwa invited me out to do last minute shopping later today,” you tell Yunho.

“Maybe he can help get today off your mind,” Yunho comforts, “what time do you plan on going out? I was thinking about making dinner tonight.”

“Four, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take,” you tell him, “I’m only hoping two or two and a half hours, max.”

“Okay,” Yunho smiles, “I’ll still make dinner then. Are you just about packed? We need to leave for the airport about eleven in the morning if we want to make our one-thirty flight.”

“Kind of? There are a few more things I need to pack. Might also get a couple things while I’m out too,” you explain to him. Yunho nods his head and takes the last few sips on his drink.

————

You wait, almost, patiently outside the coffee shop for Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Jongho, and San. You managed to find something to wrap your finger in for the time being and it seemed to be holding up and it didn’t hurt as much as it had earlier. You pull your coat tighter and make sure your beanie is covering your ears from the cold wind.

“Y/N!” San’s voice calls out to you. You look up to find the black haired boy quickly approaching you. A scarf covering most of his face.

“Hi Sannie,” You greet. He instantly reaches for your hand and pushes back the coat and sweater sleeve and looks at your hand.

“Yeah, this looks broken. Like a clear fracture,” San examines, “does it hurt to move it? When it’s just sitting there?”

“Yeah yeah yeah medical major nerd, I know it’s broken,” you tell him. You pull down the sleeves and put your hands back into your pocket.

“You know I can save you money tending it myself,” San explains, “I’m almost a doctor.”

“You still have a year left of schooling,” you remind him.

“Arguing about his schooling again?” Seonghwa’s voice interrupts.

“Seonghwa!” You greet, “Hongjoong!” You quickly give hugs to both boys.

“Where’s Jongho? He said he was already here?” Seonghwa asks.

“He hasn’t shown up yet,” you tell him, “I’ll call him.” You pull out your phone and quickly dial Jongho’s number.

“Hello?” Jongho answers.

“Where are you? Seonghwa says you’re already here?” You ask him.

“I’m already at the damn lake looking around. I have been for like an hour,” Jongho explains and you can hear the clear movement of water, assuming Jongho’s walking in it.

“We’re on our way,” you quickly hand up the phone and look at the other three boys, “he’s already in the lake.” The boys all look at you in shock and you four quickly hurry the half mile to the lake to meet Jongho there.

“Jongho!” You call out to the boy who’s almost literally in the middle of the lake.

“Well don’t just stand there!” Jongho yells back. You watch as he continues to move his hands around in the shin deep water looking for your ring. You take a seat on the grass and Seonghwa pulls out rain boots from his bag and you trade your sneakers for them. The four of you quickly move through the lake and towards Jongho.

“Where have you already looked?” Hongjoong asks. Jongho then goes on explaining the areas he’s looked and based off where he has you four spread out and behind trudging through the water. You stop in an area and bend over to look through the muggy water. You can see the bottom of the lake, but the water isn’t exactly clear. You also only have about about two hours of sunlight before the sunsets.

You push your right hand into the water and they instantly cool down to the point where it feels like needles poking into your hand. You let out a small audible shaky breath before feeling around the bottom of the lake. You slowly inch around a small area, taking breaks to stand up and straighten out you back.

After an hour of searching you look towards the sun, inching closer and closer to the horizon and you not having much time left. You left out a huff of hot air which instant turns into a white mist. You look down at your red numb hands and try to heat it up by breathing hot air on to it momentarily. You also started to feel the low temperature of the water against your rain boots about 40 minutes ago.

“Are you getting too cold?” Seonghwa asks you.

“Just my hand,” you answer, “but it’s fine. Have you guys had any luck?”

“No. Jongho and San are looking on the other side of the lake though. Hongjoong and I just finished over there,” Seonghwa gestures to where he was before turning and pointing to Hongjoong, “and we’re moving over there.” You nod you head, take a deep breath, and then sigh.

“We’re going to find it don’t worry,” Seonghwa quickly and tightly hugs you before giving you one last smile and moving back towards Hongjoong. You begin moving to a new area, the water slushing around your boots.

“Y/N!” Someone’s voice calls out to you. You turn to the sound and you end up twisting your legs around each other and fall backwards. You let out a high pitch yelp before you hit the water, completely submerging under, slightly bumping your head on the floor since the water is only about a foot high. You quickly sit up and gasp for air and you feel the cold winter air instantly freezing you.

“Y/N!” Five voices call for you…. wait? Five? You’re quickly greeted by Seonghwa and Hongjoong, then San with Jongho close behind him, and lastly Yunho who immediately jumped into the water and ran over to you.

“Are you okay?” Yunho asks, completely out of breath as San and Jongho help you up.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you tell him and he envelopes you into a slightly warm hug as you also begin to drench his clothes.

“What are you guys doing in the university lake?” Yunho asks looking at the four boys. The all look at you and you push away from Yunho to look at him in the eyes.

“Wooyoung threw my ring into the lake,” you quietly tell him. Yunho’s eyes slightly widen and is taken aback.

“How did he even get ahold of it?” He asks, his voice soft but almost demanding. Instead of answering him you show him your left hand with the now wet bandage around it.

“H-he uh… um… broke it,” you tell him as tears fill your eyes and you begin to cry. Yunho’s heart breaks just watching you finally break down. He wraps his arms around you slowly and holds you.

“I’ve been here since three. They all got her about four-thirty,” Jongho speaks up in the silence, “still no luck. We’ve about searched this entire lake.”

“Thank you,” Yunho tells them, “you don’t need to continue to look.”

“What do you mean?” You ask looking up at him. Yunho brushes the wet hair from your face and then strokes your head.

“Y/N, it’s just a ring. I can easily replace that,” Yunho laughs.

“But that was the one you proposed to me with,” you explain.

“I’d rather buy you a new ring then let you get sick and still stand here with a broken finger,” Yunho responds, “come on let’s get you to a doctor.” You sigh and look at the other boys.

“Thank you for helping me,” you tell them and open your arms and the four boys hug you all at once and you hold onto Yunho and the two of you step out of the lake, the others following behind you. Seonghwa hands you a towel from his bag and you exchange it for the boots and grab your other shoes. You walk to the parking lot not too far from the lake and you wrap yourself in a towel.

“Do you want to head home first to change and warm up?” Yunho asks as he hold your door open, you already sitting in the passenger seat. You nod your head silently. Yunho bites down on his teeth, upset that you’re upset. He lean into the car and kisses the top of you head before closing the door and getting into the drivers seat. Yunho drives you two back to your apartment and you sit in silence. The walk to the apartment from the car and into the apartment is silent.

“I’m going to take a bath to warm up,” you tell him.

“Okay,” answers as he walks into the kitchen setting your things he carried in down on the free counter space. He watches as your phone lights up and begins to buzz. He picks up the phone, answering it.

When you first got into he bath your body was so cold that the hot warm actually burned, but you’ve slowly warmed up to the water and could almost finally relax. You re-wrapped your finger while waiting for the water to rise in the tub and you light swing you left hand over the edge. You ran some of the hot water onto your face with your other hand, trying to warm up the last thing on your body before getting out. You change into the dry and much more comfier clothes you brought into the bathroom.

You exit the bathroom, dressed in one of Yunho’s hoodies and one of you grey sweatpants. You throw your hair up into a wet bun to keep it out of your face.

“Yunho? I’m ready to go, I just need to grab m-“ you stop yourself when you enter your living room, it covered in balloons and candles, and some sunflowers littered on the ground. You look around and you see four heads poking over the counter from your kitchen, you turn the corner and fully enter the living room where you see Yunho on one knee holding you engagement ring.

“You found it!” You squeal with joy causing Yunho to break into a shit eating grin and has to look away to laugh a little. “You don’t need to propose again Yunho.”

“But I want to. You didn’t have a good day and you should of,” Yunho starts, “so Y/N, the absolute love on my life, will you marry me?” You bite down on your lips to avoid the same shit eating grin Yunho has and nod your head. You run the rest of the way to him and hug him, tackling him over and the other boys come around the counter cheering.

“I can’t believe you found my ring!” You cheer as you lay on the floor with Yunho. Instead of putting it on your left ring finger, he places it on your right for the time being. Your lips meet his for a sweet kiss and you hear Jongho ‘vomit’.

“Stop it,” Seonghwa smacks him over the side of the head causing his to mumble an ‘ow’.

“I love you,” you tell Yunho as you pull yourself closer to him and nuzzle your head onto his chest. You rest your hand on his chest which he takes in his hand and his thumb rubs the palm of your hand.

“Don’t you still need to get your finger checked out?” San interrupts the two of you, causing you to groan in annoyance.

“We do, “ Yunho starts and stops San who opens his mouth, “and we’re going to someone who has a degree.” Everyone but San in the room laughs while the boy plops onto the couch to pout. Yunho helps you up and you say good-bye to everyone and give San a cookie to cheer him up as he leaves. You close the door and turn to see Yunho holding up a jacket and helps you put it on.

“You really didn’t need to do this. How did you even have time?” You ask.

“Right as you went to go take your bath Jongho called saying he found the ring so I requested that they grabbed all of this and come over and we all prepared it,” Yunho answers you, his cheeks changing to a soft pink and a shy smile peeks onto his lips.

“Well thank you,” you tell him and stand on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss, “it’s more than what I could of ever asked for.”

[sugar-kisser]

Here I come with my requests. I’m in a really angsty mood lately, but fluff at the same time(?) So I was thinking about an wooyoung angst scenario, like him not appreciating y/n and cheating on her, with a Yunho fluff ending, being the puppy he is. Cuz let’s be real, Yunho is pure boyfriend material

( I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve had so many other things going on, but I hope you enjoy! I’m trying to stay as active as I can!! )

PANCAKES & SUNFLOWERS

warnings: cussingfeaturing: Jongho

Nothing hurt more than to see him holding her hand, laughing at something she said, and lightly kissing her lips. You can almost feel his lips ghosting over yours as you watch them from the other side of the road. You weren’t suppose to run into them; that was never the goal. You simply had errands to run while Wooyoung was at his ‘practice’, but you quickly realize his lie. 

You stand on the edge of the sidewalk and when Wooyoung turns his head after catching something familiar in the corner of his eye, his smile drops. But it doesn’t drop to shock or to a face of a child being caught with candy they aren’t suppose to have. But it’s a rather cold-look. The look alone freezes your heart and it weighs down in your chest. A cold winter breeze brushes your face and you can feel the warm tears on your cheeks suddenly cool.

You watch as the two continue walking down the other side of the road and you turn to continue about your day if you can. Your eyes glue to the ground and you find yourself walking the two miles back to your apartment, but you don’t really pay much attention. A car horn breaks you out of deep thought and you look up at the annoyed driver, who honks again. You quickly finishing crossing the street so the impatient driver can make their turn. You look up and stare through your wet and clumped eyelashes at your apartment, and someone running towards you.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice calls out to you. You watch the tall boy rush up to you, grabbing you by your biceps before quickly looking over you.

“Are you okay? You almost got hit,” the boy asks. You stare blankly ahead of you, at his shirt, but you don’t focus on it.

“Y/N?” He calls out to you. He bends down to reach eye level with you and that’s when he see’s your red puffy eyes. He mumbles a ‘come on’ before lightly tugging your arm, pulling you towards the apartment complex. He pulls his keys out of his jacket pocket and unlocks the door to his apartment before pulling you in. The warm air fights against your cold skin in order to warm you up. He guides you to his couch and pulls you down to sit next to him. He turns away from you to grab his large fuzzy blanket from the back of his couch and wraps it around you to warm you up.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks while also knowing that if you’re really upset about something you might want alone time before talking to anyone. You very subtly shake your head no and the boy pulls his lips to a thin line, understanding and respecting your decision.

“Stay as long as you want. I’ll be at the dinning room table finishing my project,” he tells you, lightly laying his hand on your upper back. He stands up before removing his hand and walking towards his cluttered table. Colored paper, glue, cardboard, pencils, markers, and scissors litter his table but he manages with the space to work.

You stay on his couch, slowly beginning to feel warm under the blanket that’s trapping all the heat it can. You stare ahead at a spot on the white wall next to the flat screen television. In the corner of your eyes you can see your miserable state through the dark screen on the TV screen, but at this point you don’t care how you look. You never really did most days anyway, so why would you now? 

In your mind events play over in your head. Starting from some of your happiest memories that you and Wooyoung created together all the way till you noticed him starting to get busier and busier with his work. The past month he would stay late at his dance studio, or at least that’s what he would tell you. You began to notice the smell of someone else’s perfume on his but you brushed it off considering that he work with female dancers and they are always working for different entertainers which means different types of routines to learn. So you brushed off any thought of him not being loyal, but now you wish you had talked about it with him. You begin to wonder what Wooyoung was really doing all those times he came home late or when he missed your dates. Was he with her? Was he with another girl? 

You’re brought out of your thoughts when a warm mug is placed into your hands. You mumble a barely audible ‘thank you’ and the boy walks back towards his table.

“Don’t think about it too much,” he tells your from his table, “I know whatever happened isn’t good. But I’m sure it’s not your fault.” But what if it was? Had you said something? Had you done something wrong? Did you not give him enough of your attention or time?

“Y/N. You’re doing it again,” he calls to you. You look over to him and see him softly smiling at you before looking back to whatever he was doing before and continuing. You look down at your mug and notice your favorite drink, hot chocolate, and you bring the cup to your lips before taking a sip. You take a deep breath and finally looking around the room, to distract yourself from your thoughts. Your eyes lay back on the boy at the table and you find it in yourself to stand up and walk over to him. You take a seat quietly next to him.

“Hi,” he whispers as he brightly smiles at you before looking back to the paper he’s writing on with a marker.

“What is the project for?” You ask him quietly.

“It’s for my history class. We could pick anything to present. So I chose Greek mythology,” he explains to you. You almost perk up at the mention of Greek Mythology because you love it so much. It’s your favorite thing to learn about. You even teach the young kids in your class about Greek Mythology.

“I was actually going to ask you to help me with some parts. But you don’t have to,” he awkwardly chuckles.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you if you want it. You know I love this topic,” you tell him.

“I know you do,” he agrees and hands over a couple pieces of paper, “can you go over all of these and make sure they’re all correct?” You nod your head and take the sheets of paper and begin reading over the Greek Gods. You grab a pencil and make the necessary changes to the paper.

“You did some pretty good research. Only a couple things I’ve added,” you tell him handing back the paper. His eye’s widen when he sees the scribbled paper.

“A couple?” He asks looking over at you causing you to slightly laugh.

“Use whatever you want of it. Just wanted to add as much as I could. Your project is going to look so cool,” you tell him. He laughs and sets the papers to the side before handing you blank sheets of copy paper and markers.

“Can you draw symbols that represent the gods and goddesses?” He asks.

“Yeah!” You answer quietly but happily and look at the list of names and begin to sketch out all the different little symbols.

The two of you sit work for the rest of the night in a nice silence, occasionally talking to one another about the project. At some point you fall asleep, your head resting on the table. The boy next to you smiles softly at your sleeping figure. He slightly shakes you and when you half wake up he helps you over to the couch and you fall back asleep as soon at your head hits a pillow, causing him to silently laugh. He drapes a soft blanket over you and returns back to his almost finished project.

The next day you wake up and leave a goodbye note before returning to your apartment next door. Your mood instantly drops smelling Wooyoung. You take a deep breath and walk into your kitchen and flip on the light. You set your bags on the counter from the previous day and you turn to face towards the living room. You quickly walk off into your bedroom and when you walk into your closet you heart drops even further and all the horrible things you were feeling flood in again. All his clothes are gone. You quickly walk into your bathroom and it was half empty. He must of cleared out last night, you thought. You were happy you weren’t home then and next door for the evening. What if he had brought her over, and you not only had to face him but her as well?

You take in another deep breath and head back into your closet and pull out one of the old moving boxes. You open it and bring it out into the living room. You quickly begin taking all the picture frames from the room and putting them into the box. You also take all the small little knick-knacks you bought for each other and place them into the box as well. You hear a knock at the door and you call for whoever to come in recognizing the knock.

“Hey do you wan- what are you doing?” your neighbor asks.

“I’m trying to suppress memories,” you tell him as you continue to place items into the box.

“Y/N, what happened yesterday? Did he-“ he asks only causing you to turn around and your tear stained cheeks is a good enough answer for him.

“Oh Y/N,” he quickly walks up to you, wrapping you into a bear hug and you begin to actually cry. Your body shakes and you grip his arms to hold yourself up.

“I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve this,” he tells you and he runs his hand down the back of your head.

“But what if I did?” You ask him.

“Please don’t say that,” he whispers, “you don’t deserve anything horrible. You work your ass off and care so much for the people you love. You deserve nothing but happiness and good things to come your way.”

“You think?” you ask gripping his arm just slightly tighter as if you’re holding on to your last string of hope.

“I know that,” he answers, “it’ll hurt right now…. but it’ll get better over time. So please don’t give up. It will get better, I promise you.” You slow your crying and just stand in his arms hoping that it could get better from there. You can only hope he’s right.

————

Wednesday morning you walk back into your small classroom, a group of kindergarteners following you.

“Miss Y/N! Look! You have flowers!” One of your students squeals pointing to your desk as you stand at the door, holding it open for all of your students. Once they all take their respective seats, you close the door, and walk over to your desk almost baffled.

“Who are they from!?” Another student calls.

“Is it Wooyoung?” another student calls out and you feel a knife plunge in your heart slightly.

“I don’t think it’s Wooyoung, honey. We are not together anymore,” you tell your students with a soft smile, blinking back the oncoming tears. You takes the little enveloped card and open the card. ‘Thank you so much for the help. Everyone loved my project. I owe you. Midnight breakfast Friday? -Yunho’

“Yunho,” you whisper smiling.

“It was a boy!” Another student screams causing the rest of the class to get restless.

“Okay, okay!” You call to your students who instantly calm down, “it was from a friend. It’s a thank you letter. Which is what we are going to practice for the rest of the day. Christmas is coming up so we need to practice our thank you letters for the people who give you gifts.” You set the little letter on top of your laptop and grab the stack of cute christmas themes lined paper and begin handing them out to your students as they pull out their pencils. You then write a template out on the white board of a letter the kids can write and sit at your desk after letting them know if they have any questions they can come to you. You take a seat at your desk and look over the flowers and smile. 

Yunho had even managed to get your favorite flowers, sunflowers. How did Yunho know your favorite flowers are sunflowers? Had he asked you before? The thought makes you think about how Wooyoung could never remember that you liked sunflowers. He’d always mistake them for yellow daisies…. which you are allergic to daisies, how fortunate. You wonder how he could never remember that daisies are the one thing you happen to be allergic too.

“Miss Y/N?” A student quietly calls to you as he stands at the end of your desk. You snap out of your thoughts and smile to the young boy awaiting for his question.

————

You walk down the hallway to your apartment, the vase of flowers in one of your hands and keys in your other.

“I’ll take it as you got my flowers?” Yunho asks popping his head out his apartment door.

“I did. Thank you,” you smile turning your head to look back at him as you unlock your apartment door. You push open your door and walk in, Yunho quickly following behind you.

“So are you agreeing to go out for midnight breakfast?” Yunho asks as he leans again your kitchen bar counter as you place the vase on the kitchen counter.

“Sure. I’ll go to midnight breakfast with you,” you answer as you look at the flowers, which prompts a question, “how did you know that I love sunflowers?”

“Oh,” Yunho’s cheeks slightly blush and he scratches the back of your head, “I’ve noticed that whenever he brought home flowers you would get sick, and you own a lot of sunflower-like items. Your school folder, your favorite summer dress, that painting.” Wow, you had no idea Yunho paid attention to all the little details, it makes you wonder if Wooyoung ever did.

“Well I know you have papers to grade, and your show is on in an hour. I’ll let you be. But for Friday, wear pjs!” Yunho smiles before seeing his way out of your apartment. You slightly smile to yourself and look back at the sunflowers sitting in the vase. You twirl a petal lightly between your fingers, carefully to not pluck it.

————

You check the clock and watch as the time slowly ticks on. You’ve been ready for an hour, but you still have 45 minutes to go. You would prefer 45 seconds with how slim your patience is running. You pat down your candy apple red pj bottoms. You wonder if your pjs are too childish to wear. I mean your pj bottoms has a crown pattern on them while your long sleeved top is fuzzy, both inside and out, and has ‘princess of everything’ with a crown on it. But they’re the only real pj set you have; usually you just wear a giant hoodie to bed… but you can’t exactly wear that out to a midnight breakfast, or really anywhere outside your apartment. 

A knock interrupts your thoughts and you stand up and quickly head to the door.

“Hey,” Yunho greets, “I didn’t really want to wait 45 minutes. So I thought I’d see if you’re ready?”

“Yeah,” you nod your head, “let me just grab my coat and shoes.” You leave the door open and Yunho steps inside from the cold hallway. You quickly slip on your shoes and grab a winter coat. You grab your keys and the two of you leave after locking your door. Yunho guides the two of you to his car, and he opens the car door for you to get in. You thank him and he quickly closes the door and gets in on the drivers side. He quickly turns everything to do with heat on in his vehicle before pulling out onto the thin covered snow ground and drives towards the small pancake house a few miles away.

“How was you class today? Today was the last day before winter holiday, right?” Yunho asks.

“Yeah, the kids were really hyper,” you laugh recalling on how the kids ran around screaming almost the entire day, “but I guess that’s what you get when you plan a Christmas party.”

“You held a Christmas party and didn’t invite me?” Yunho asks, dramatically offended causing you to laugh.

“I’ll invite you to our next party,” you promise through your small laughing fit.

“You better,” Yunho continues, “Which movie did you show to them.”

“That new Grinch movie. It’s so cute,” you tell him.

“I still haven’t seen it. I think my brother is going to make me watch it when I go home for Christmas,” Yunho explains.

“It’s really good,” you tell him, “I’m no film critic but it’s one of the best Christmas movies I’ve ever seen.” Yunho smiles listening to you talk about the movie. He turns into a small lot and parking in one of the few parking spots.

“The diner doesn’t even look open,” you lean forward to look around through the windshield.

“Technically it’s not. But I know the owner and he owe’s me a favor,” Yunho brightly smiles as he turns off the car, “let’s go.” He steps out of the car and waits for you to get out as well before locking his car and he opens the door for you. The warm air hits you quickly from the cold rush of hurrying from the car to the door.

“Oh, Jongho!” Yunho calls as soon as the door closes behind him.

“You are early,” Jongho comes out of the back room and smiles when he see’s you, “Y/N! You didn’t tell me you were bringing Y/N!”

“Hi Jongho. I didn’t know you owned a pancake house,” you greet the boy.

“My parent’s do. I just work here,” he explains.

“How do you two know each other?” Yunho asks completely baffled.

“Y/N and I grew up down the street together and we went to school together for a little while too. Now she’s teaching my niece,” Jongho explains. Yunho’s mouth shapes to an ‘o’ and nods his head.

“Well this will be less awkward introducing people,” Yunho laughs.

“Sit where ever. I’ll be out in a moment. I’m still turning on a couple things,” Jongho shoo’s you two towards the seated area. Yunho takes off his coat and takes yours as well and rest them over the backs of bar chairs near the door and you decide on a booth by the window to watch the light snow fall outside.

“Okay. You don’t get to pick your drinks. I already brought you hot chocolate,” Jongho sets two rather large mugs on the table, “what do you guys want to eat?”

“Can I get some waffles?” Yunho asks mischievously.

“You’re in a damn pancake house and you ask for waffles,” Jongho takes a deep breath, “move tall boy I’ll go on a date with Y/N instead if you want to act like this.” You burst out laughing when Jongho tries to push Yunho over and the two push up against each other with their shoulders. Jongho gives up and look over to you as he brushes himself off.

“Y/N what would you like?” Jongho asks smiling as if nothing just happened.

“I’ll take blueberry pancakes,” you answer, “three please.”

“Anything for you,” Jongho smiles sweetly before turning to Yunho again, “better think wisely or I’ll spit in your food.” You almost choke on you hot chocolate causing you and the boys to laugh.

“Surprise me,” Yunho tells him. Jongho pats Yunho’s back before heading back into the kitchen.

“He’s really something else,” Yunho states.

“He’s still the same old Jongho,” you tell him before a short silence falls over the two of you.

“How was your day? I didn’t even ask you earlier,” you ask.

“I didn’t do much. I finishing up my last assignment for a class. Then I watched a lot of Netflix,” Yunho explains, “so today was slightly boring because I was waiting for midnight to come but time wanted to drag on.”

“Poor Yunho,” you tease as you lightly laugh.

“Well glad to see you’re at least feeling better,” Yunho smiles.

“I still do think about him. It hasn’t been long at all. But I’m not as upset as I should be. We were together almost a year,” you could feel your mood drop just thinking about him.

“Hey,” Yunho lightly places his hand on top of yours, “you don’t need a crusty bitch like him.” You burst out laughing at how serious Yunho sounded saying such a ridiculous phrase. Yunho smiles in content with his little action of making you laugh. He only ever wants to see your smile and hear your laugh. You deserve to be happy and maybe if Yunho tries a little harder he can finally be the reason for your happiness.

“Here are your pancakes,” Jongho places two plates down in front of you and then brings over different flavors of syrups for you to use, “I’ll be in the back. Yell if you need anything.” You both thank the boy before he disappears behind the kitchen doors. The two of you quickly dive into the warm milky pancakes and finish in no time.

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“Alright kids!” You call over your class, “are we all ready to pass out Valentine’s?” The twenty kindergarteners cheer and hurry to their backpacks that are hanging up on the back wall and pull out their bags of valentines and candy. You walk over to your desk and pick up the large box of little goodie bags you, with the help of Yunho, made the night before. Once the kids were all back in their seats and you made sure the room was cleared so no kids would trip, and then you send them off to fill up everyone’s valentines box. 

In the middle of the madness your classroom door opens and a tall boy walks in, startling the kids at first but they all cheer when they see him.

“Miss Y/N! Yunho’s here!” The kids cheer.

“Hi Yunho,” you smile walking up to the tall giant and giving a small hug.

“Yunho what are you hiding?” One of the kids calls as she looks at his hand which is behind his back. Yunho slightly blushes and pulls out a bouquet of sunflowers and presents them to you.

“For me?” Your cheeks lightly turning pink, “thank you.” You accept the flowers and the two of you move towards your desk and out of the kids way so they can continue to passing out valentines.

“How has your morning been?” Yunho asks as he takes a seat in one of the small chairs by your desk.

“Hectic. They are so hyper,” you laugh, “how is your morning?” 

“I barely slept last night so I’m running on one of those five hour energy drink-shot-things,” he answers.

“I’m sorry to hear. Why couldn’t you sleep?” You ask.

“Just nerves,” Yunho smiles, “its’ nothing big.” He laughs and when the two of you notice that it’s slightly gotten quieter you look over to see your students back at their seats talking to each other, eating candy, and showing off their valentines.

“Alright, who is ready for my Valentines?” You ask the students who instantly cheer. You go to pick up the box but Yunho beats you to it and he follows you around as you hand out all the little goodie bags to your students. When you return to your seat you plug your computer into the overhead projector and pull up the movie Tangled and begin it. You and Yunho return to your desk and quietly chat.

“Hey what are you doing tonight?” Yunho asks.

“Probably watching tv and cooking dinner for myself, why? What’s up?” You answer.

“I was wondering if you would like to go on a date?” Yunho looks down and then back up at you, his cheeks and ear slightly pink. The question completely catches you off guard and you blush a mad red, but break into a big smile.

“I would actually really like that,” you tell him, and when you answer you feel an erupting feeling of butterflies in your stomach. As if they all broke out of the cage you were keeping them in

“Oh, good,” Yunho awkwardly laughs with a biggest smile, “I know the perfect little pancake house we can go to.”

“With the same little strong sassy baby at?” You tease on causing you both to laugh. You slow you laugh down and watch as Yunho does the same. He’s quickly distracted by the movie but you can’t help but to stare at your neighbor who picked up your broken heart that Wooyoung left. The same heart you didn’t want to touch, or anyone to touch, but Yunho insisted anyway. In the train of your thoughts, Yunho subconsciously intertwines one of his hands with your across the desk as he keeps his focus on the movie. Your lips pull into one of those smiles where you don’t want to smile like an idiot but you still manage to have a sweet smile plastered to your face. You take a silent deep breath in and exhale with the content feeling that everything id right where it needs to be in this very moment, and you wouldn’t ever want to change it for the world.

PART 2

[sugar-kisser]

Black Hour - Choi Jongho

warnings: mafia affiliated acts, prison breaks, violence, guns, cussing, & attempted murder 

Your maniac laugh is almost drowned out by the screeching tires, prison sirens, and gunshot.

“You think this is funny?” Jongho, the love of your life, growls.

“No, of course not. I think it’s just fun,” you tell him as you lean onto the center console of the car.

“This is the last time I break you out of prison. I don’t care what they do to you after this. Engaged or not I’m sick and tired of saving your ass from the stupid shit you pull,” Jongho hisses. Yup, you heard that right. You and Jongho are engaged, but not necessarily by choice. I mean you’re ecstatic about the idea; you’ve loved the idea of Jongho since you were little. Jongho?.... well he says he’d rather be stuck with Wooyoung and San for the rest of his life. Both your parents thought it would be a great idea to finally put a two and a half generation war to end by marriage to combine two of the strongest mafia’s together.

“You know,” you start as you twirl your finger on Jongho’s arm, and he pulls away from you, “we’re very similar to Joker and Harley Quinn. You hate my guts and would rather have me dead; while I’m madly in love with you and doing stupid shit.” Jongho ignores your comment and continues to drive down the empty highway.

In the far distance he could see the row of cops from the city and their flashing red and blue lights. They hold a line across the entire highway stretch. He looks in his rearview mirror at the police cars chasing him and he quickly makes a decision.

“Unbuckle your seat belt we’re going to jump,” Jongho tells you.

“Oooooh, an adventure. Is this going to be our first date?” You tease him excitedly. Jongho growls and unlocks the doors to the car. He quickly turns the car and it runs into the metal bars that are suppose to stop cars from falling off the side of the highway, and the two jump out of the car and fall into the dark water below. The car falls with them, and the two quickly drive to two separate sides to avoid the car falling on them.

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“That was so much fun!” You cheer as you finally reach the shoreline under the highway after swimming the rest of the four miles back to the city.

“Fun? Are you fucking joking?” Jongho yells, “we almost died! I should of left you there. I should of let them kill you!” Jongho snarls in your face before huffing and storming away leaving you there starring at the ground. A negative feeling you can’t quite name floods your body. You know he’s right, but all you wanted was his attention. He already made it clear that he will never find anything in him to “love such a waste of oxygen” as he said three months ago. But to you, this is the only way to get some type of attention or reaction out of him.

“Okay,” you mumble, “I’ll leave. Leave you alone forever.” You hold your arms close to your body for warmth from the water on your skin and soaked into your clothes that’s suddenly turned cold. You turn and begin to walk away and quickly leave to find somewhere to go. The sounds of yelling officers and aggressive barking dogs startles you which sends you off sprinting down the shore and quickly up into the trees of the short forest in front of the shoreline. You continue to run the sounds of dogs and yelling quieting the further you get and you find shelter in what you think is an abandoned shed.

You quietly enter in it and feel around in the dark to make sure your don't run into anything and make noise. You find the corner and sit on a sack of what you assume is soil based off the smell. Should mask your smell right? The water already took most of it. You curl your body as small as you can make it to radiate more body heat onto yourself. You eventually fall asleep from exhaustion but thoughts wondering how happy Jongho must be now that you're gone.

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The shed door opens, light pouring into the small space and older man gasps at the sight on you in the corner, thinking you might be dead. He turns and looks outside and then back towards your body.

“Miss?” He calls out to you, causing you to stir and slightly wake up. He sighs in relief knowing your alive.

“Miss,” the man calls out louder this time. You quickly wake up, open your eyes, and see the man before yelping and slamming your head against the back of the shed.

“You’re alright,” the man chuckles, “I was worried you were dead.” You look up at him, squinting due to the bright light behind him, and rub the back of your head. “Now how did you find yourself in my shed?”

“I-” you start before thinking about last nights events, “I got lost. This was the first shelter I could find.”

“Do you want to use the phone to call someone?” He offers.

“I... I don’t have anyone,” you tell him looking down at his feet, “not anymore.”

“Oh... I’m sorry,” he tells you, “would you like to have a cup of tea or coffee? Come inside and warm up?”

“That would be really nice,” you take him up on his offer. You stand up and walk out of the shed. You follow him into his house which you managed to miss last night while running. The warm air envelopes you into a comforting hug, and you quickly begin to warm up from the cold night.

“You can take a seat here,” the older man motions towards the chair he lays a towel on. You removed your shoes and socks before stepping onto the carpet surface to avoid getting anymore dirt in his home.

“I’ll be right back with tea,” he tells you. You quietly thank him again and begin to look around the small room. Pictures litter all the open space you can see and although it looks cluttered you admired the thought of wanting to be reminded by so many memories. You look to the circular table beside your chair and notice a single picture on the table. You pick it up and you instantly notice the older man but younger and a women standing next to him. The pictures in black and white but the features were easily recognizable, it couldn’t have been anyone else.

“Her name was Nari,” the older man speaks up as he returns with two warm mugs in his hand. You graciously accept one of them, and he slowly walks over and gently takes a seat in the car across from you.

“Was she your wife?” You ask.

“Oh, no,” the man chuckles, “we were set to get married but she passed away.”

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him as you look back at the picture, “you two met very young.”

“We did. I believe we met about eight or nine. That picture was taken before a school dance,” the old man recounts back on his memories.

“Did you enjoy the dance?” You ask him as you set the picture back down on the table.

“I did. That was the night I knew I wanted to be with her forever.. well I shouldn’t say that. I always loved her but that night was the night she finally came around,” he chuckles.

“Came around? Did you two not get along?” You ask.

“Oh no. We hated each other growing up. She for some reason hated me more than I hated her,” he explains, “but over the years of hating her I began to notice the things I actually liked about her and I started to fall in love.” You feel a heavy weight begin to sit on you heart thinking about Jongho. “So I decided to do something ballsy. I asked her to the dance. Told her to put aside our differences for one night, and we did.”

“And things works out in the end, didn’t they?” You ask, hoping it was possibly a sign of hope although you have practically given up.

“They did,” the old man smiles. You return a smile, but the heavy weight still sits on your heart. “If you would like,” the old mans starts breaking you out of your little train of thought, “you can take a shower and I can wash your clothes for you. I think I still have some extra clothes from my granddaughter in the spare room.”

“That would be extremely nice of you,” you tell him. He shows you the bathroom and where to place your clothes so he can collect them and wash them. So when you get into the shower he takes your clothes and replaces them with new ones. You quickly change into the long t-shirt like dress and place on the shorts underneath.

“Thank you again for letting me use your shower and dry clothes for the time being,” you thank once more to the old man.

“Oh it’s not problem,” he tells you as he heads into the living room, “it’s nice to have company. I rarely ever get any.” He grabs the remote and turns on the tv. The large red “Breaking News” sign flashes on the bottom of the screen as the newscaster is in the middle of delivering the news.

“The execution will be taking place at 4 o’clock this afternoon. This will bring the end to not only the mafia war that has been going on for decades but bring the fall to the Choi group,” the newscaster says. You watch in horror on the screen as the news station turns to a live cast from outside the vision gates where protestors cheer on for Jongho’s execution.

He got caught? You’re eyes widen in horror and you understand now the horrid feeling in your heart and you begin to get sick to your stomach.

“Are you going to go save him?” the old man asks after a couple minutes of silence.

“Wha-” you start in complete shock.

“I know who you are,” he looks over at you as he gently smiles, “I know you’re not a real threat unless provoked.... this looks pretty damn provoking don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” you answer rather calmly looking back towards the tv screen.

“I know love when I see it. You looked heartbroken as I told you that story earlier. He will come around. You just got put things aside and go for it,” he tells you.

“Why aren’t you alarmed by who I am? Or what I can do?” You ask him.

“I play by the rule of being accepting and open, hoping others will do the same. Cheesy I know, but it worked didn’t it?” He asks. You give him a small smile and he stands up from the couch.

“I’ll retrieve your clothes. You don’t have much time,” he walks past you and out of the room.

How could such an old gentle man encourage you to go implement such harm? I mean of course you’re going to listen to him; making things a mess is your calling. But at least this time you have a purpose.

“Here you are,” the old man returns with your clothes folded neatly.

“Thank you. Could I also use a cellphone?” You asks him. He turns and shuffles towards the kitchen and pulls a small phone off a charging cord and hands it to you.

“Thank you. I’ll return it once I’m changed,” you thank the man and hurry off to the guest bedroom. You dial a number you’ve learned to memorize and after the second ring it picks up.

“Y/N that better be you,” Chaeyoung instantly speaks over the phone.

“Yes it is,” you answer.

“You are a real dumbass. How did Jongho get caught and not you?” Chaeyoung begins to interrogate.

“I don’t have time for this. I need my bike and a backpack with all my favorites in it,” you demand as you change back into your all black clothing.

“You’re about to go do something stupid again?” She asks.

“No. I’m about to go save my finance’s ass. I don’t care if he hates me. This is my fault to begin with,” you ramble on, “just meet me by the bridge in 10 minutes.”

“Okay,” Chaeyoung hangs up the phone and you head out of the room and give the man his phone back.

“Thank you again for all you’ve done. It will not be forgotten,” you tell him, “I’ve gotta go save Jongho.” The man wishes you well and good luck and escorts you out of the house and watches you till you disappear from his sight.

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You lean up against a wall in an alleyway and wait for Chaeyoung to arrive with you requested items.

A motorbike silently rushes down the alley and stops in front of you. Chaeyoung pulls off the helmet and hands that and your backpack over to you.

“You realize this is a ploy,” she tells you, “plus this is black hour. It’s heavily guarded.”

“One, when has their ploys ever stopped me? Two, that’s just more casualties. Not my problem. Don’t take what’s mine,” you tell her and you sling your backpack over your shoulder.

“Just get Jongho and you out of there. You two already have an ear chewing when you get back,” Chaeyoung explains.

“Thanks for the wise words,” you sarcastically retort as you pull the helmet onto your head. You start your bike back up and quickly drive out of the alley leaving Chaeyoung standing there.

“Must be really important to her if she’s not taking me,” Chaeyoung mumbles to herself before disappearing into the shadows.

You drive down the busy highway, in-between cars, earning honks but you pay no mind. Once your eyes are on the goal, nothing stops you. Not even if security is increased a hundred times. You speed up the bike and race down the prison exit and up the windy road to the front gates.

You park your bike amongst the crowd of cars that belong to the people standing outside the prison, and you make your way to another side of the prison. You reach in your backpack and pull out the most explosive bomb you have. You quickly connect the phone up to the loose wires and walk away- back towards the crowd of people.

“Are you here to watch the execution too?” Someone from the back of the crowd asks, as they stand behind you.

“No. I’m here to do something stupid,” you turn around to face the man whose eyes widen in horror- instantly recognizing you, “I’m about to make a big entrance. Cheer for me?” You pull out your phone and hit the green call button, with the burner phone number already in placed. Ten seconds later the bomb explodes taking out a large section of the prison wall.

“That’s my cue,” you cheerfully giggle before pulling out two hand guns from your belt that Chaeyoung managed to strap onto you before leaving. You hurry off and though the crowds of people screaming and running away.

You hold your breath and manage your way through the thick dust and hole in the wall and quickly are greeted by guards which you quickly take out one-by-one. When one magazine empties you quickly replace it as well as bringing out your favorite little firecracker bombs. You quickly alight four of them sending two to your right and two to your left. They explode as soon as they come into contact with the ground, and explode with a force to send plenty of guards away from you. You manage a path and pull out you stash of keycards holding them all up to the scanner hoping that at least one will work.

When the scanner flashes red you angrily shoot the sensor which somehow manages to unlock the door.

“Don’t know why I just didn’t do that all the other times,” you complain under your breath and you toss the keycards aside, “would of saved so much time.” You yank open the door and you begin firing your gun again taking guards out left and right. Some guards backed down and you carefully watch them as you pass and round a corner.

It’s funny seeing some of the guards from your first visit to the prison, and they easily let you on by knowing of what you’re capable of. Many guards in the prison do because they’ve watched what happens to those who get in your way, and they find it in their best interest to stay out of it. You quickly find a clock and watch the time quickly tick closer and closer to the black hour. Four minutes and 57 seconds to go.

In a raging fit, which to others is your scariest point, you push past the next few hallways and and towards the back of the prison in the courtyard where they hold the bigger executions. You pull out another cellphone triggered bomb and set it off immediately once you hide behind the steal door of the next room. You walk out in the courtyard, but are quickly greeted with easily a hundred guard, automatics pointed at you, ready to fire at will.

“Well, well, well. Didn’t expect this did you now Ms. Y/L/N?” The head of the prison asks as he snicker from the stage. You quickly find Jongho not to far from him on the stage as well, strapped to an electric chair, his facial expression unwavering.

“Fine,” you raise your hands and drop your guns, “you got me.”

“I don’t think we do,” the president retorts, “I know all your little tricks missy. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this.”

“Wow do you want a cookie for counting the amount of times I’ve kicked your ass and had fun?” You counter sarcastically, only to piss off the man.

“We can kill him right now,” the president threatens, angered by your comment.

“He doesn’t love me. Nothing’s stopping you,” you tell him.

“Then why are you here?” He demands, “why go through all of this to end up here?”

“Because why not,” you answer shrugging your shoulders, “you know I do stupid shit for fun. This time Jongho won’t be the one to get me out.”

“Get her!” The president orders. Men quickly swarm you and your shoved to the ground. You feel your backpack ripped off you back and you slightly smirk in content.

“Hey what are you smiling about?” One of the guards yells and his foot steps harshly on your face. Your body almost falls limp but you still hold onto consciousness. You need to see your final play. You’re dragged on stage and dropped at the feet of the president. You try to push yourself up but his feet knock you over and you roll onto your back.

“Leave her be!” Jongho growls.

“Oh so you speak!” The president counters. He crouches down and grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head off the ground. You yelp only causing Jongho’s blood to boil. You open your eyes and meet Jongho’s before winking. Jongho’s eyes slightly widen and he looks over towards the group of guards who still hold your backpack.

A high pitched beep echo’s from your bag, causing the guard to drop it to cover their ears and when it hits the ground it explodes on impact, sending everything near it away and most likely dead. The president flies back and your back is slightly burned from the radiating heat. You push yourself off the ground and drag your aching body towards Jongho. You begin to take of the restraints and once his first hand is free he quickly moves onto his other hand and his foot. You crouch onto the floor and begin to take off the restraints to his other leg.

“Why did you come back?” Jongho asks once he’s free and helps you stand. He pulls one of your arms around his neck and his other hand wraps around your waist.

“I wasn’t going to let them kill you for something stupid I did,” you answer his quietly. Jongho pulls you along out of the courtyard and through the mess of the prison.

“You risked your life like an idiot and by yourself. What were you thinking?” Jongho asks.

“You,” you answer. You answer catches him off guard. Usually you would respond to him with an even more sarcastic and hateful answer but you don’t. You take in the old man’s words, ‘you just got put things aside and go for it’.

“I’m sorry for causing you trouble. I don’t know how else to get your attention. I know you hate me and you say I’m a waste of oxygen... but even with your spiteful words I couldn’t stop myself from loving you. Even if you never returned it,” you start, “I’ll stop the games. I’ll be quiet and stop causing trouble. I promise.” Jongho’s eyes widen even more as he hears your words. Had she really heard him say she was a waste of oxygen? It was just an in-the-moment thing to say, he never actually meant it.

Outside the hole of the prison wall a car awaits. Chaeyoung opens the door and Jongho helps you in before sliding in after. Chaeyoung quickly drives the two of you back towards the house you two plan on sharing once the marriage takes place. You let your head rest on the window but can’t find it in yourself to rest although your body begs for it. You feel a slight tug and your body is pulled and you lean up against Jongho. Your head resting on his shoulder and his hand lightly holding yours. He looks down at you with a slight pity in his eyes. Maybe if she’s willing to put things aside, so can he.

[sugar-kisser]

alright, can i have san! gang when he tried to protect you and your son out of danger and he got stab on the stomach nearly lost blood and you call ome of the members, fluffy + angst, thank youu!i love your mafia scenarios 😍😍

I hope you don’t mind it being a part two of No Harm List, unless that’s what you were asking for haha. Enjoy!! I also apologize that it took me a little bit to write it, uni (mostly Korean) is taking a lot of my time, plus my short hiatus/slow posts.

No Harm List Part 2 - Choi San

warnings: violence, cussing, mafia affiliated acts, death, blood

Part 1: No Harm List

You sit on the couch in the living room with San by your side. The tv is playing one of Byeol’s favorite shows as he sits in front of the coffee table coloring in one of the coloring books Wooyoung brought home the other day for him. You turn your body and lay your head in San’s lap and your feet prop up on the arm rest at the end of the couch. Absentmindedly San’s hand goes straight to brush his fingers through your hair. You close your eyes and smile in content to the show of affection. You take a rather deep breath and exhale- happy and comfortable where you are.

You open your eyes and meet San’s as he looks down at you smiling. A small pink tints your cheeks and you smile back at him. You feel almost euphoric…. well in the sense that you are at peak content. Things between San and you fell back into place like they were roughly four years ago. Byeol and you also moved into his house; which he shares with his closest and most trusted team members. But you don’t mind because you have seven possible babysitters for when date nights roll around. Byeol quickly grew accustomed to the boys, San, and his new home. You on the other hand have slowly been adjusting yourself back into the life you use to have with San. Because Byeol doesn’t understand, let alone know, about the mafia world it was easier for him to become comfortable with moving and re-adjusting. While you on the other hand are still adjusting to the life you use to be familiar with all those years ago.

You know someday Byeol will learn about what San’s work life revolves around. You can only pray and hope that Byeol doesn’t follow in his footsteps, and San hopes himself that he doesn’t follow in his footsteps. So San tries to keep his work life away from his home life.

“Byeol what are you coloring?” San calls out to the toddler. You turn your head to face your son as well just as he picks up the coloring book. He proudly shows off the well-colored iron man.

“Wow, where did you learn to color so well?” San asks.

“Grandma!” Byeol giggles before setting the coloring book back down. He pushes off the coffee table to stand and runs over to the couch and climbs on you. He lays down on top of you and watches the tv.

“Getting tired buddy?” You ask as you lightly scratch up and down his back. He nods his head, his eyes never leaving the screen. You smile and lift your head to kiss the top of his. You rest your head back on San’s lap and the two of you wait for Byeol to quickly fall asleep.

“I’ll take him up,” you tell San as you sit up slowly, holding Byeol to your chest. Byeol, in his sleep, wraps his arms around your neck. You fix your hold around him and walk over to the staircase. San quickly follows you and up the staircase. A bang at the door stops the two of you most of the way up the stairs. You both turn around thinking it’s one of the boys returning from their day out.

A louder bang and the door slamming open startles the two of you. A group of men dressed in heavy black clothing, faces hidden behind masks. All yelling different things- it’s hard for you to pick out what’s being said. All eyes turn to the two of you and begin running to the stairway.

“Go!” San yells as he pulls out the gun from under his shirt, “get to the panic room!” You hurry up the stairs and trip, almost dropping Byeol, who wakes up from the ruckus. You push yourself off the ground and pick up Byeol again and continue to hurry. Loud bangs quickly echo off the walls and Byeol plugs his ears with his fingers. You feel something rip your skin and you scream out in pain and fall again at the top of the stairs. You manage to turn and the pain amplifies when you land on your right shoulder. You let go of Byeol who curls up, and you push yourself up and reach behind your shoulder to touch your back. You pull you hand back and see blood and you turn around and look at San who is taking down the men as best as he can. More men pile into the house and your biggest fear is coming to life. You quickly get up, picking up Byeol in a swift motion despite the pain in your shoulder blade, and run down the hallway into the master bedroom. You hurry into your shared closet with San an push the clothes hanging up aside to reveal a door. You punch in the code and put Byeol in there.

“You’re going to be okay. I’ve got to go help daddy. Do not open the door at all. Okay?” You tell him. Byeol nods his head. You cover him in blankets and tell him to take a nap and that everything is going to be okay. In all honesty you don’t know if everything will or not, but San can’t fight alone. You close the panic room shut and it automatically locks. You wipe down the key pad from any blood so the code isn’t obvious and you pull out your phone and dial your number three speed dial. You set it not he shelf as you begin to cover the panic door with clothes.

“Y/N. What’s wrong?” Seonghwa’s voice cracks through the phone speaker.

“We’re under attack. Byeol is in the panic room and San’s out fighting,” you hurriedly tell him.

“Y/N get in the panic room we’re on our way. Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho will be there in two minutes. The rest of us are seven minutes out,” Seonghwa tells him as loud ruckus starts up over his end of the phone.

“I’m not leaving San,” you tell him. You pull open the cupboard doors on the wall next to the panic room and pull out a gun, ammunition, and a knife.

“Y/N. Get in the panic room!” Seonghwa demands.

“No!” You yell back at him. You hurry out of the room leaving the phone in there with Seonghwa yelling. You hurry out of the room to be greeted by one of the masked men which you easily take down with your knife. You mentally thank San for teaching you how to defend yourself with a knife and gun six years ago when you started dating him. Making your way down the hallway you greet two other men. Both wielding knifes and managing to just scratch you before you find the opportunity to shoot both men. You hurry to the stairway where San has managed to push the men back and into the living room. You hurry down taking your shots at men you knew you could and you quickly have men who surround you. You breath catches as you feel a knife dig into you rather shoulder blade and you cry out in pain which alerts San who pushes his way to you and the two of push yourselves back to back. 

You hear a new set of guns and screams. Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho must have arrived. You sigh in relief but continue to fight and defend yourself.  As you bend down to pull out your knife from one of the bodies San screams your name and you fall to the floor. You push yourself up and something heavy rolls off of you. You turn to see San doubled over in pain holding his stomach.

“San!” You scream. You pull him to lay on his back and you move his hand away from his stomach where a deep stab wound is bleeding out.

“Y/N! Let’s go! Help me grab him!” Seonghwa, who runs throw the door, runs up to you as the rest of the team takes on the rest of the masked men or chasing after the ones choosing to retreat. You try to help him pick him up but your body’s too sore and the amount of blood you’ve lost yourself is draining. You barely manage to pick San’s body off the floor a couple inches before collapsing and passing out from exhaustion. 

“Wooyoung! Mingi!” Seonghwa calls. The two hurry over. Mingi picks you up and Wooyoung helps Seonghwa with San. The three carry the two to the infirmary where Seonghwa starts working on them right away. Yeosang quickly joins him and the two along with Wooyoung work quickly on you and San to stop the bleeding and to try to save both of you.

“Has anyone gotten Byeol?” Hongjoong asks poking his head into the room.

“I’ll go get him,” Wooyoung tells him taking off his gloves, “take my spot.” The two boys quickly switch places and Wooyoung rinses off all evidence of blood and puts on a jacket to hide his shirt and heads up to you and San’s room. The house is currently being cleaned of bodies and blood by other members of San’s gang. Wooyoung walks into the closet and pushes the clothes aside and punches in the code. The door unlocks and he pulls the heavy door open.

“Byeol?” Wooyoung calls out, “Uncle Woo is here.” Byeol pokes his head out from the blanket and swarms of pillows he hid himself under.

“Ah there you are. Come here buddy,” Wooyoung kneels down with his arms open wide. Byeol slowly climbs out of his hiding spot and hurries into Wooyoung’s arms.

“Where’s mommy?” Byeol asks.

“She’s resting with daddy. Those two are hero’s,” Wooyoung tells him, “how about we watch some tv and just rest in here for a little bit?”

“Okay,” Byeol whispers but refuses to let go of Wooyoung. Wooyoung picks up Byeol and they walk out of the panic room and closet and through the door next to the closet that leads to Byeol’s playroom.

Wooyoung tosses him onto the bean bag causing him to slightly giggle. Wooyoung them jumps onto the bean bag next to him and grabs the remote turning the tv on.

While Wooyoung distracts Byeol, Seonghwa finishes tending to your wounds and you’re set on the opposite side of the room to rest while Seonghwa now focus’ fully on San.

“Is he going to make it?” Hongjoong asks looking over him.

“I’m not going to rest till we get our goal. If he dies we bring him back,” Seonghwa tells him as he continues to work about sewing the torn organs and pumping out the excess blood from his body.

——

You wake up, the room dark and cold. Your body also extremely sore and slightly throbbing. You look around and you see San in the bed next to you, hooked up to more machines that you. You look and spot Seonghwa sleeping, slouched over on your bed as he sits in a chair.

“Seonghwa,” you dryly call out to him. He slightly shifts and you mange to move your leg under the covers to nudge him but hiss in pain.

“Y/N?” Seonghwa wakes up lifting his head, “you’re awake? Good.”

“What about San?” You ask looking over at him.

“We’re not sure. We’ll have a better idea hopefully in a day or two,” Seonghwa explains to you. You heart slightly breaks in response to his explanation.

“You should of listened to me when I said go into the panic room,” Seonghwa begins to scold you but then sighs, “but had you San wouldn’t be alive.”

“So I should stop listening to you,” you tease and slightly laugh before stoping because of the pain in your shoulders. Seonghwa shakes his head and stands up. He heads towards his cabinet near his work station and pulls out a needle. He comes back over and places the needle into the IV tube.

“I’m putting morphine in again to help with your pain,” Seonghwa tells you, “you might fall back asleep but you need all the rest you need.”

“Where’s Byeol?” You ask him as he puts the liquid into the tube. You feel the cold liquid run through your hand and up your arm.

“Safe with Wooyoung and Yeosang. They’re watching him,” Seonghwa tells you. You smile and yawn, eyes slowly closing.

“Sleep well,” Seonghwa tells you and he removes the needle from the tube and watches you drift of into sleep.

——

“Mommy!” Byeol cheers as you come out from the infirmary. You crouch down for the boy to spring from Wooyoung’s grasp and run to you. 

“Be careful, Byeol. Mommy still needs to rest,” Yeosang tells him.

“I’m sorry,” Byeol pouts.

“You’re okay baby,” you tell him and brush away his black hair from his eyes, “you’re just excited to see me. Do you want to go watch tv?”

“I want to go play outside,” Byeol quietly requests.

“Is it safe to go outside?” You look at the boys.

“If you have us it can. We’ll have people doing perimeter checks while we’re out there,” Hongjoong explains. You smile and stand up again, Yeosang helping you, and you take Byeol’s hand and walk to the backyard and towards the garden.

Yeosang helps you sit down on the swing under an arch of flowers. Byeol, Wooyoung, and Yunho playing around in the grass. Hongjoong standing by the door and Yeosang sitting next to you.

“Do we know anything?” You ask Yeosang.

“Jongho and Mingi are still trying to get them to crack,” Yeosang explains to her, “they’re some of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. Well after you of course.”

“I’m not that stubborn,” you report.

“You refused to get into the panic room,” Yeosang counters playfully.

“Fine, fine, fine,” you admit putting your hands up, “maybe I’m stubborn.” The two of you laugh before turning your attention to Wooyoung, Yunho, and Byeol playing around. You enjoy and soak in the sun while under the shade of flowers and a near by tree. Hongjoong at some point disappears inside and returns with water for everyone and a snack for Byeol because he was complaining about being hungry.

“San’s woken up if you want to go see him,” Hongjoong whispers to you as he hands you your water bottle. You nod your head and Yeosang helps you stand up off the swing.

“Mommy where are you going?” Byeol asks as he noticed you slowly making your way to the door.

“I’m going to see daddy,” you tell him.

“I wanna come,” Byeol pouts giving you his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. You look at Yeosang and Hongjoong before looking at Byeol again.

“If you come you have to be very quiet and you can’t climb over him. He needs a lot more rest than mommy,” you tell him. He squeals in delight and runs over to you but trips in the process.

“Byeol, baby,” You call out. Wooyoung hurries to pick up the boy who almost cries but quickly wipes his tears.

“Did you scrape your knee?” You ask looking over at him.

“Yeah,” Byeol mumbles.

“Seonghwa will have a band-aid for you,” you pat his head. Hongjoong leads you guys to the infirmary where Seonghwa is busy checking over machines and writing down information.

“Seonghwa,” you call out and he looks up at you. He then looks over to San and whispers something before smiling your way.

“Could you get Byeol a band-aid?” you quietly ask him as he walks up to you. 

“Yeah. He’s really drugged up right now but he’s conscious,” Seonghwa points to San. Seonghwa reaches past you and takes Byeol from Wooyoung who excuses himself along with Hongjoong and Yeosang. Seonghwa sets Byeol on his counter and gets him a band-aid for his knee. You carefully take a seat in the chair next to San’s bed.

“Hey,” he smiles at you tiredly.

“Hi,” you whisper, “how are you feeling?”

“I can’t feel anything,” San lightly chuckles causing you to smile and shake your head.

“Byeol’s here too,” you look over Seonghwa who places Byeol on the ground he walks over to you. You pat your leg fro him to sit on and he climbs up into your lap.

“Hi daddy,” Byeol whispers.

“Hey buddy,” San smiles reaching his hand out for his, “how are you?”

“I’m good. Uncle Woo has been playing with me. Same with Uncle Sangie,” Byeol tells him.

“Are you having fun with them?” San asks.

“Yeah. We watch tv, play video games,” Byeol explains before leaning a little closer and lowering his voice, “don’t tell mommy but we made the kitchen a mess with pancakes.”

“You what?” You asks causing Byeol and San to giggle.

“It was Uncle Woo’s idea,” Byeol tells you but knowing your son is also San’s son and Wooyoung being such an influence on Byeol you could tell he was lying.

“Uh-huh, sure it was,” you play along with the lie.

“That’s good that you are having fun buddy,” San tells him.

“When will you be better, daddy?” Byeol asks slightly yawning.

“I’m hoping soon buddy,” San tells him and then pats on the bed, “come here.”

“San I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you tell him.

“He’s just going to lay next to me. We’ll be careful,” San tells you. You sigh and look over at Seonghwa who nods his head and helps Byeol onto the bed to make sure he isn’t hurting San or laying on any equipment. Byeol curls up next to San under his arm which he has wrapped around him.

“I love you buddy,” San tells him.

“I love you too, daddy,” Byeol yawns again.

“Get some sleep. I think it’s just about nap time,” San states. Byeol nods his head and closes his eyes. San turns back to you and takes your hand.

“You’re a dumbass you know,” San whispers so Byeol won’t hear him.

“Now listen here,” you start but stop, “I already got my ear chewed by Seonghwa and Yeosang. I think I’m good.”

“Y/N….,” San starts, “I just… I promised that you weren’t going to ever get hurt. You and Byeol. There is a reason you’re on the No Harm List.”

“I wasn’t just going to leave you. You would of been killed. I wasn’t about to explain to Byeol what happened to his father,” you tell him, “me helping you was the only choice I had.”

“You could of died and I could of lived. I would of never forgave myself,” San whispers, on the verge of crying.

“But I didn’t. So don’t think about all those what ifs. We’re safe for now and we’re together,” you tell him an you sniff trying to hide the fact you’re also on the edge of a mental break down. You and San stare at each other for a couple minutes. He mouthes an ‘I love you’ and you respond to him with a  ‘I love you too’. You two stare at each other a little longer before San speaks up.

“Let’s get married,” San tells you.

“Huh?” You ask, his question throwing you off guard.

“Let’s get married,” he repeats.

“San you’re on drugs. Are you aware of what you’re asking?” You ask him.

“Of course I do. Even if I wasn’t thinking I wouldn’t regret asking you,” he tells you, “so will you marry me?”

“I’d love to,” you tell him, breaking into a smile and a couple tears running down your cheek. San smiles in content and squeezes your hand before pulling it towards him to place a kiss on.

“How am I so lucky?” San asks.

“Well you have a little star in your arms,” you tell him and he looks down at Byeol and smiles.

“I sure do, don’t I?” San smiles.

[sugar-kisser]

Late Night - Eden

The key ring fumbles in his hand. The small metal keys hitting one another, making a small little jingling noise. He manages to grab the correct key with his one open hand and unlocks the apartment door. The small, short hallway is dark but is slightly lit up by the TV from the living room. No noise coming from the flat box-like object, the word mute in white in a small black box in the lower left corner of the screen.

He sets his bag on the dining room table and walks past the couch to turn off the tv. As he bends down to grab the remote off the coffee table he notices, in the corner of his eye, someone sleeping on the couch. A smile easily breaks past his lips as he turns around to find you sleeping on your back and your two-year-old daughter sleeping on top of you. He figures that the both of you were going to try to wait up for him but underestimated just how late he would be coming home. 

He walks over to the couch and crouches down to be eye level with you.

“Hey,” he whispers lightly brushing his hand across the top of your head. You take a deep breath and lightly shift before opening your eyes seeing him in front of you.

“Yonghwan,” you smile.

“Did you two try staying up just to wait for me?” He asks smiling even bigger.

“Yeah. We both turned into little pumpkins. Way past our bed times,” You lightly laugh. Eden lightly shakes up the little girl laying on top of you and she grumbles before rubbing her eyes.

“Sooyun,” Eden calls. Sooyun, too tired to do anything, extends her arms and does a grabby motion with her hands telling him to pick her up. Eden pulls her off of you and Sooyun immediately clings to him tightly.

“Hi,” Eden quietly calls to her while patting her small back, “were you good while I was gone?” Sooyun picks up her head to look at him and whispers a small ‘yeah’.

“Do you want to wait till the morning to see what I got you. Or do you want it now?” Eden smiles looking at the small little human in his arms. Sooyun almost immediately lights up.

“Now, now, now,” she giggles causing Eden to laugh at her sudden awakening and excitement.

“Alright. Let’s go,” Eden stands up and walks back over to his bag. He quickly shifts Sooyun into one arm and he unzips the bag. You turn on the couch and watch as you rest you head on your hands.

“So while I was filming in Guam I saw big sea turtles and dolphins,” Eden explains as he reaches for something in the bottom of his bag, “and I know how much you love animals.” Eden pulls out a small dolphin stuff animal and a large sea turtle like pillow. Sooyun gasps loudly and Eden hands them over to her. She hold both of them tightly and Eden adjust his grip on her again and walks over to the couch.

“Thank you daddy,” Sooyun tells him as she tightly holds onto both items tightly.

“You’re welcome,” He tells her and gives her a small kiss on her cheek. Eden takes a seat on the couch next to you and Sooyun shifts around in Eden’s lap and quickly gets comfortable laying on top of the turtle pillow and clutching on to the dolphin stuffed toy.

“How are you?” Eden asks.

“Tired,” you tell him, the bags under your eyes darker than usual.

“You haven’t been sleeping, haven’t you?” Eden asks, more rhetorically because he already knows the answer.

“Something this week just spiraled out of control. Stayed up late just about everyday to get it fixed,” you tell him, “but it’s all good now.” You give him a soft genuine smile.

“Come on,” Eden holds out his hand as he stands up, holding Sooyun with him other arm. You reach out to take his hand and push off the couch to stand up. He lightly pulls you along towards your shared bedroom and turns on one of the bedside lamps. Eden lays Sooyun on the bed and tucking her under the covers. 

He walks up to you and lightly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you gently towards him. He begins to sway the two of you back and forth.

“What are you doing?” You quietly laugh looking up at him.

“Dancing with you. Can I not do that?” He teases. You smile and shake your head and wrap your arms around his torso. Your head rests on his shoulder and his head lays to the side onto of yours.

Although no music is playing you both sway around the room, enjoying your time together. Lately it’s been hard finding time to spend with him because of his work. Constantly writing and producing music for ATEEZ, but also making time to create his own music. It’s been keeping him busy which leaves you to take care of Sooyun on top of work.

“I’ll be taking a vacation in a few months,” Eden whispers, “I’m already planning where we are all going.”

“Oh we get to go this time?” You tease causing Eden to scoff which turns into a small laugh.

“Yes. Yes,” he answers.

“Do I get to know where we are going?” You ask moving your head. You chin rests on the center of his chest and you look directly up at him.

“Nope,” Eden grins, “it’s going to be a surprise.” You huff and pout out your lips, hoping that he’ll give in and tell you about the trip, but he just lightly laughs and leans down to peck your lips.

“That’s not why I was pouting,” you grumble.

“You still liked it though,” Eden smirks looking down at you. You grumble under your breath and turn your head away from him causing him to laugh even more.

“You’re cute when you’re tired,” He continues to tease. You turn back towards him and quickly stand on your tippy toes and plant a quick kiss to his lips, leaving him in complete shock. It’s your turn to smirk and you break away from his grasp and climb into bed.

“Guess it’s night night time then,” you tease.

“Well played,” Eden quietly laughs after dumbfoundly watching you and coming to realization of what you did. You watch as he climbs onto his side of the bed- Sooyun in between the both of you.

Eden stares across from where his head lays on his pillow and at you. You watch him, your eyes lazily open.

“Go to sleep,” He whispers. You give him a tight small smile before closing your eyes, slowly starting to drift into sleep.

“You know,” Eden starts as he stares down at peacefully sleeping Sooyun, “Sooyun might want a sibling.”

“Goodnight Yonghwan,” you tell him causing him to chuckle. He turns off the bedside lamp allowing the room to be swallowed in the darkness and the two of you quickly fall asleep.

[sugar-kisser]

99 liners: *sitting on the couch starring out the window*

seonghwa: what are you guys up to?

mingi: the tv broke

wooyoung: so we’re watching the couple across the street break up

[sugar-kisser]

Diamonds & Suits - Kim Hongjoong

warning: violence, cussing, blood, mafia affiliated acts

“You know most people don’t go out of their way if they want to talk to me,” the deep blue almost black-haired man calmly states his hands lazily raised in the air as seven other men surround him, gun barrels facing him.

“Well Mr. Kim Hongjoong you aren’t just any other guy,” you smile devilishly at him, “lower your weapons boys. Wait outside for me.” You wave the other seven men off and they follow your orders.

“So why does the all-not-so-mighty Y/N Y/L/N want to talk to me?” Hongjoong asks lowering his hands and reaching for his now cold cup of coffee.

“I’m here to offer you something you can’t refuse,” you explain, “cliche to say, I know. But I want to be sure I can trust you and that you’re ready to give 100% to this idea I have.”

“Why should I even bother to help you? You’ll just throw me back out on to the street again when the job is done,” Hongjoong sneers as he eyes you from the corner of his eye.

“We both know that wasn’t my call to make,” you angrily respond.

“And it’s now suddenly your call?” Hongjoong asks, face scowling, and he quickly approaches you. His face inches away from yours, and his eyes stare you down.

“It is,” you answer, eyes meeting him in the same deadly stare, “I no longer associate myself with that man. I broke things off a long time ago.”

“A year doesn’t seem very long,” Hongjoong counters.

“It is when you’re busy building a new team and climbing the ranks at the same time,” you tell him, “and you’re the last piece I need.” You poke his chest and slightly push him away.

“If you don’t want apart of stealing the one thing the two of us stole in the first place. Then fine by me. I’ll go find another petty theft,” you growl.

“You’re going to steal the diamond?” Hongjoong asks, his attitude and anger instantly dropping.

“Yeah that’s the plan,” you annoyingly remark as you turn around to leave, “I was hoping to get someone who knows the place so I don’t have to teach it, but clearly you want no part.” You continue to make your way to the door and Hongjoong contemplates with himself over the opportunity, but what might happen afterwards slightly holds him back.

“Wait!” Hongjoong calls out an your turn your head to face him, “if I help you. What’s in it for me?”

“You help me,” you say as you turn around to face him completely, “you’ll have a permanent spot on my team and you’ll have a more stable place to live. You won’t have to worry about anything other than risking your life when we have things to get done.” Hongjoong stares at you for a minute and chews on his inner bottom lip.

“Deal,” Hongjoong states and walks up to you and holds out his hand for you to shake to agree, “but if you break thi-”

“You know I never break deals,” you tell him and he stares at you for a second as he relives back to when you two worked together although it was a brief time, and he nods his head.

“Before we doing anything or leave,” Hongjoong speaks up pulling his hand away from hers, “why did you throw me out. You knew I was good. We worked well- in more ways than one.”

“My father didn’t want you near me anymore. You were becoming a distraction,” you tell him before looking away, “when I found out my father had plans to kill you I had to get you out and far away as possible. You know I wouldn’t do it willingly, but you’re life was on the line.” Hongjoong stares in disbelief at you, his face dropping, and a wave of guilt floods him momentarily.

“I’m sorry I could never tell you. I was afraid that if I tried to even contact you they would find you,” you tell him meeting his eyes again, “I couldn’t risk it. I’m sorry.” Hongjoong swallows the build up in his throat and nods his head understandingly.

“But anyway,” you change the topic and smile at the completion to your team, “welcome to the A TEAM.”

------------

Four weeks is all it takes for Hongjoong to adjust into his new team and home. Everyday is hell as they train and plan accordingly to steal the diamond. You and Hongjoong remade the original plan that you two had to steal the diamond from the original owner. You two then made edits and changes accordingly to the new home of the diamond.

You see... most kids in the mafia usually kill or overthrow their parents and take over their mafia to show power and to scare others away. But you? You’re a little bit different. You know how the game works and you’d rather piss someone off and take them out little by little while rising in the ranks rather than hit all at once. You know you’re team is just made up of rookies, but their the best rookies you’ll ever find. You also know that if you were to charge in and take over your father’s mafia group you would be slaughtered easily and you’re not about to risk the lives of your eight boys for something that can bee done over a period of time.

After a straight week of playing out your plan and teaching the rest of your team what they have to do you’re finally ready to put everything into place, and just in time for your father’s annual ball.

You watch from the back of the hallway over the banister at the group of eight boys dressed in red velvet suits with their layers of gold necklaces, chatting amongst themselves. You push off the banister rails and walk down the staircase, the small train of your dress following you down a step behind.

“Well now one of us is gonna have to change,” Seonghwa jokingly grumbles when you reach the end of the stair case. Everyone laughs but quickly calms down to do a final round of checks.

“Everyone has their ear pieces?” You ask making sure the disguised matching earring everyone has is hanging from their ear, “now for the invitations?” You look at each member in a quick swift motion then back to San who pulls out the  pristine white envelope.

“Do we also have our facial recognition put in there?” You ask turning to Wooyoung, the hacking specialist. He nods his head and you break into a joker smile.

“Well let’s get going then,” You call out to the boys who all cheer and run out the front door towards the limo waiting at the end of the driveway.

“You ready to go steal something for a second time?” Hongjoong hold out his arm for you to take.

“When am I not?” you challenge sweetly. The two of you are the last to enter the car and you hand over the directions to your fathers address.

“Everyone knows our cover story, yes?” You ask one final time looking over the boys and just as Mingi opens his mouth you’re quick to stop him, “Mingi if I even hear about the invention you want to talk about tonight I swear you will not have chicken for a week.” Mingi closes his mouth and the rest of the boys bite on their lips to stop themselves from laughing.

Everyone exits the car once the limo makes its way to the top of the driveway. Hongjoong exits before you and hold out his hand for you to take. You step out of the car and your arm wraps around Hongjoong’s and the two of you lead the rest of the team up to the security at the door.

You all pass the dumbfound photographers who question how such a young group of entrepreneurs could be attending such a formal events with other world class famous business men and women.

You hand your invitation over to one of the men waiting by the front door and you let all your boys go through facial recognition before you. They wait for you to lead them in to the large ballroom.

“Okay. You know what to do. Everybody knows your teams and where to go. Good luck my boys,” you smile over your shoulder to your boys. You meet eyes with Hongjoong for a minute before he and Wooyoung go off to complete their part of this mission. Yeosang quickly joins your side handing you a glass of champagne.

“Why thank you dear,” You smile immediately playing into your role. You look around the room and quickly spot your father starring your way, his friends around him laughing over something probably stupid. You lead Yeosang and cut straight across the room earning everyone’s attention. You’re red velvet lightly hugging floor length dress almost shimmers under the light cascading several different shades of red. The three layers of gold necklaces hang around your neck at different lengths and glimmer slightly under the light. You even looked better as Yeosang matches you entirely in a red velvet suit, making the two of your look like a hell of a power couple.

“Father,” you force a sugar sweet smile upon your lips as you approach the man and his group. His group silences as you approached and dare not to make eye contact with you.

“I don’t remember putting you on the guest lists,” you father states, the tone in his voice rather low and threatening.

“Looks like you did. How else would I have gotten in here?” You ask rather sarcastically. You mentally begin to prepare yourself to keep your cool during your father’s rage fit, which will be the signal to finally grab the diamond and bail out of this place.

“But enough chitchat. My husband and I have people to meet, allies to make, and champagne to drink,” you tell your father before turning around to walk the way you came, “three two one,” you whisper.

“You’re what?” Your father voice booms silencing the room. The two of your stop and you take a deep breath before letting go of Yeosang and turning around to face your father.

“Do you have a problem with that?” You ask calmly.

“Do I have a proble- hell yeah I have a problem! You are set to marry another man!” You father hollers at you. You stand facing him unfazed, facial expression flatter than paper, but your heartbeat picks up.

“Go wait in the car,” you tell Yeosang. The last part of the mission has finally be set in place and the diamond should be out of the mansion within the next minute. Yeosang walks past the crowd of people and out the door and you face your father once more.

“I was never going to marry that low-shit man you picked out for me,” you growl, “I’m tired being used a doll to your advantages. I have been for a long time. I just can’t wait to watch you fall.” Your fathers face scowls even further and you pretend to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, but instead place your ear piece into your ear to hear how the rest of your team is doing.

“I think you underestimate me daughter,” you father growls walking towards you.

“No,” you back back even louder, “I think you underestimate me. I’ve got more power and more brains than you and your top team.”

“We have the diamond. You have about ten seconds before the alarm goes off,” Wooyoung speaks into his coms which relays to everyone. You take a deep breath before staring at your father. Just as your father goes to open his mouth the alarms go off and he looks around and then at you who breaks into a joker smile. Everyone else in the room begins to panic and you blend yourself in with the crown and make your way outside successfully. You pull your hair out of its high ponytail and manage to tie up the long dress to hang at the knees for you to be able to run faster. You pull off your heels and hand them randomly to someone telling her she could keep them. 

You hurry through the yard and as you turn around to see if anyone has followed you, you bump into someone. They manage to grab you before you fall and you turn to face Hongjoong.

“Hey,” you smile as you catch your breath, “did we get it?”

“Wooyoung and San are already in route back to the house,” Hongjoong smiles as he helps you stand straight up, his arm still wrapped around the lower of your back and your right arm holding onto his bicep.

“We really did it, didn’t we?” You ask looking at him.

“Yeah. We did. Pulled it off twice,” Hongjoong says, “best partners. Best thieves in the game.” You two slightly chuckle before Hongjoong inches closer to you as you inch closer to him. You hear a gun shot and then Hongjoong falls on top of you onto the grass. He cries out in pain as he tumbles over onto his back. You notice blood seeping through his red vest as the color gets darker. The bullet enter through the back shoulder blade and just under his right collar bone. You quickly grab the blade that strapped to your ankle and throw it at the shooter who falls over, the blade piercing the side of his neck.

“Come on. We gotta get up,” you tell Hongjoong and help him up. You two some how quickly hurry off through the tall bushes and to the dark alley way and into the car Mingi drives.

“What happened?” Jongho asks as he closes the door behind you two.

“Hongjoong got shot. It doesn’t look good. Mingi step on it!” You yell. Mingi floors the car and quickly gets onto the highway and weaves in and out of cars.  Hongjoong groans with the constant movement of the car.

“Give me your jacket,” You ask Jongho. He quickly pulls it off and hands it over to you.

“This is gonna hurt,” you tell Hongjoong and quickly place the jacket over his wound and apply pressure to it. He cries out in pain and you try to hush him.

“Eden’s already waiting on us for him,” Jongho gets off the phone with someone from the team. You nod your head and watch over Hongjoong. You can feel the blood seeping through the jacket so you fix it and reapply the heavy pressure causing his to cry out in pain again.

You guys quickly arrive home and Jongho helps you take him out of the car and Eden takes your spot and the two boys help carry Hongjoong in and to the infirmary. You stand practically numb next to the remaining members of your team. You start to feel your legs give out under you but San is quick to grab you and pick you up. He carries you inside and to your room.

“He’s going to be okay,” he tells you as he ties your hair up into a messy bun and begins to take your make-up. You stare ahead at the wall, mind spacing out but it doesn’t bother San. You two are like siblings, he was the first person you recruited to your team and you two had a bond like no other. He finishes taking off your make up and pulls out clothes for you to change into and leaves your room.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, you don’t realize till they are half way down your cheeks but you’re crying. You haven’t cried in a long time.... actually the last time you cried was when you had to get rid of Hongjoong for his safety. You didn’t want to leave him, and he sure as hell expressed that he didn’t want to leave you. 

You pull off your dress and change into the large hoodie and sweats San picked out and you lay on your bed, but choosing to not fall asleep. A quiet knock at your door gets you attention and you lift your head up as Eden pops his head in.

“He’s going to be okay. He’s stable and resting now,” he explains as you quickly get out of bed, “you can go see him. I’ll be down in the morning to check on him.”

“Thank you,” you tell him hurrying past him and to the other side of the warehouse. You quickly open the door and walk down the steps into the basement and you see Hongjoong peacefully sleeping on one of the three beds in the room. You quietly grab a chair and set it down next to his bed. You take a seat and just look over him. A large hoodie is covering his bandages and he’s under a few blanket due to how cold the room is- even you’re shivering.

You eventually fall asleep, your head resting on a small part of his bed and your hand lightly holding his. The two of you sleep soundly next to each other for a little while before Hongjoong wakes up. When he see’s you sleeping peacefully in the chair with your head resting on his bed he smiles softly.

He lightly shakes you awake without moving too much incase it hurts him.

“You’re awake,” you sit up and rub your eyes.

“Yeah. It’s cold in here,” Hongjoong tells you quietly.

“Eden likes it cold for some reason. Even when he’s not here,” you laugh but stop and look over at Hongjoong, “how are you feeling?”

“Pretty damn sore if I’m honest,” Hongjoong answers shifting around a little to get comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, “the only person that should of gotten hurt tonight was me.”

“Hey stop,” Hongjoong grabs your hand to get your attention, “things happen. We were both in a moment that should of waited. We can’t blame anyone.”

“But I’m the leader of this team. I feel like I need to be at blame. I can’t be putting you at risk like this over some feelings,” you tell him.

“Wow you’re going to give me a cold heart again. We really gotta start over from square one?” Hongjoong sassily remarks causing you to try not to break into a smile when you’re wanting to have a serious conversation.

 “Y/N, I’m going to be fine. We don’t need to worry about what happened,” Hongjoong tells you. You look over him with sad eyes and he pulls your hand and lightly kissing your knuckles. You break into a little smile and you shiver after his warm touch leaves you. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him and he shuffles over in his bed and pulls the blankets open.

“Come on. You’re cold,” Hongjoong tells you and pats the spot next to him.

“No. You need the room. I don’t want to take it,” You quickly decline. Hongjoong groans in annoyance and grabs your wrist and tugs at you. 

“Fine, fine,” you give in. You climb onto the bed and under the covers and pull them over your shoulders. You lay on your side and face Hongjoong as he lays on his back and turns his head to the side to look at you.

“Now go to sleep,” you tell him.

“I will once you go to sleep,” Hongjoong counters.

“No, no, no. Not how it works,” you tell him.

“That’s always how its worked,” Hongjoong reminds you and you bite back a small smile.

“Just get some sleep,” you tell him. You close your eyes and almost immediately fall asleep and when Hongjoong hears the all familiar soft snores he smiles and looks over your sleeping face.

“So beautiful,” Hongjoong whispers, “but so fucking dangerous.”

[sugar-kisser]

Hi💖 me again, I don’t know if request are open, but I LOVED the Yunho imagine that you wrote, and I want to request a mingi scenario this time. a college scenario in which Mingi its a shy guy and wants to ask y/n out, but he doesn’t know how to approach to her.

Hello again! My requests are alway open so if you would like anything specific don’t be afraid to drop by! I get really happy when people want to request little shorts from me. Sorry it took me so long with writing this. I’ve been busy with uni.

Study Date

“Bro, just ask her out. It’s not that hard,” San knocks Mingi’s shoulder as they head in the lecture hall.

“It’s not that easy,” Mingi rolls his eyes, readjusting the backpack strap on his shoulder. The two head to their un-official assigned seats in the middle of the class off to the left side of the room.

“It really is. You’re just a chicken,” San tells him as they both take their seats.

“Still haven’t asked out Y/N?” A purple haired boy asks as he and a pink haired boy turn around.

“Wooyoung? Yeosang? You beat us to class?” Mingi asks surprised trying to change the subject.

“No, he hasn’t,” San answers Wooyoung.

“Bro if you don’t someone else will,” Wooyoung tells him, “that someone being me.” Mingi’s lips curl as Wooyoung playfully smirks. Wooyoung would never actually ask out Y/N, but he sure loves to tease Mingi about his little crush.

“I say we make him do it after this class,” Yeosang chimes adding to the teasing. Mingi’s cheeks tint a light pink and he bites down on his lips in embarrassment.

“Hey Mingi? Could I get by?” A small feminine voice breaks up the chatter amongst his friends. Mingi turns and faces none other than Y/N herself. Even with a messy bun, hoodie, and sweats she manages to take his breath away with her simplistic beauty.

“Hey! You gonna move idiot?” San comments hitting the back of Mingi’s head. Mingi snaps out of his mini daydream, and quickly moves his seat and bag for her to walk by. Wooyoung and Yeosang silently laughing to their hearts content right in front of them.

“Thanks,” Y/N smiles as she walks past the two boys and down the isle to take a seat towards the center.

“Good job idiot,” San rolls his eyes, and Wooyoung almost falls out of his seat he’s laughing so hard which only causes Yeosang to laugh even harder. Mingi sighs closing his eyes while rubbing them with his left hand. He’ll definitely never hear the end of this.

“But I agree with Yeosang,” San states bringing back the previous conversation before turning to face Mingi entirely, “you have till the end of class to ask her out.” Mingi’s eyes about fall out of his head, and he looks just past San at Y/N and back at San. He opens his mouth to protest but San stops him.

“If you don’t. Wooyoung will do it for you,” San smirks looking at Wooyoung who smirks and points at San, completely approving of the idea. Mingi closes his mouth and turns to face the front of the room, grumbling under his breath.

The entire time in class Mingi’s anxiety continues to rise higher and higher. He’s constantly wiping his hands on his jeans due to the nerves. Of course San didn’t let this go unnoticed and constantly reminded how much time was left in class. This is the only time in Mingi’s life when he doesn’t want class to end.

“That’ll be it for today class. I’ll see you next week for the midterm,” the professor concludes and Mingi’s heart falls to his stomach.

“Time to shine sunfish,” San chuckles as they all pack up their belongings into their respective bags. Mingi bites on the inner part of his lips before standing up, grabbing his backpack, notebook, and pens. He pushes past San’s seat, also managing to push his chair further into the table causing San to groan. Mingi hurries down the row after Y/N.

“H-hey Y/N!” Mingi calls after Y/N as she reaches the small stair case that leads out of the classroom.

“Oh hey Mingi. What’s up?” Y/N turns around pushing her glasses on top of her head not needing them since she’s only near-sighted.

“I-“ Mingi starts but quickly loses his confidence and thoughts. But Y/N patiently waits for him, knowing he’s quite an introvert and is only really loud with his really close friends. Mingi takes a deep breath before looking back up at Y/N.

“I-I was wondering if y-you woul-ld-“ Mingi stops again. Why can’t he stop stuttering?

“Are you needing help with the study guide? For next week’s midterm? I can help you if you want. I understand just about everything,” Y/N rambles on assuming Mingi is asking for help on the midterm that’s next week. For a second Mingi think about it and quickly nods his head not trusting his words.

“I can meet you in the Knightly library at eight tonight if that works for you?” Y/N suggests pulling out her phone. She hands it over for Mingi to put in his number and he agrees to meeting later that night.

“I’ll see you then,” Y/N smiles before walking out of the classroom. Mingi turns to the other three boys who stand on the other side of the classroom, all mouths dropped. Mingi smirks and flips off all of them with his free hand before walking out of the classroom.

“There’s no way,” Yeosang states as he watches Mingi exit the room.

“We’ll just have to ask about how it goes,” San shrugs.

“We’re following him aren’t we?” Yeosang asks as the three boys make their way out of the classroom.

“Hell yeah!” Wooyoung cheers.

——

“That’s what you’re wearing tonight?” San asks when Mingi walks out of their bathroom. Mingi looks down at his black and white striped turtle neck, black jeans, and brown coat.

“Is there something wrong with it?” Mingi asks looking back up at his roommate.

“You’re going on a date with a girl that you’ve had a crush on since last year and that’s what you are wearing,” San reiterates to him.

“Yes. This is what I’m wearing. We aren’t doing anything special,” Mingi retorts to his best friend.

“Okay,” San answers dragging the word out placing his hands up in surrender. Mingi waits for San to get back to what he’s doing before walking through the room to the front door. He opens the door and quickly grabs his bag and heads out. He yells a quick bye and the door closes behind him.

“Is he gone?” Wooyoung pokes through the bathroom door, having entered through the jack and jill bathroom his dorm and San’s dorm share.

“Yes. But we can’t leave just yet. We’ll give it two minutes before we head out,” San tells him.

“Yeosang! Shoes on we have a mission!” Wooyoung calls retreating into his own dorm. San rolls his eyes and continues to scroll through twitter on his phone. Wooyoung and Yeosang quickly return to San’s room and wait like excited but patient puppies after hearing ‘do you wanna go for a walk?’. San looks away from his phone and towards his friends and loudly sighs.

“Okay! Let’s go,” San tells him, giving into their silent pleas. San pulls on his shoes and with Wooyoung and Yeosang on his tail they walk outside the door.

“Did you really think I didn’t know you were going to try to follow me?” Mingi speaks up after waiting for his friends to come out. The three boys shriek and Wooyoung yells retreat before the boys disappear back into the dorm. Mingi sighs and shakes his head before turning around and walking down the hallway, finally leaving for the study session.

“How did I manage to get myself into this again?” Mingi mumbles as he starts the ten minute walk to the Knightly Library, “it’s not that hard to ask someone out.” Mingi huffs and continues his short trek and soon enough he’s standing outside the library. He hesitates a moment before walking inside. He looks around the first floor before heading up the second and a few seconds after walking off the stair case his name is called. His head whips around to see Y/N waving him over from the corner. He politely smiles and walks over and takes the seat across from her.

“I’m sorry I completely forgot to tell you where I was sitting. I’m glad you came to the second floor because that would of been weird waiting here for you and you not show,” Y/N laughs as she rambles on, “sorry. Let’s start.” Mingi pulls out his notebook and review guide and Y/N open the two text books she got from a shelf on the first floor.

“I thought about just kind of going through the packet together and if you don’t understand something I can explain it to you,” Y/N suggest.

“Sounds good,” Mingi answers. 

The two begin on their study guide and slowly make their way through the first, second, and third page before Y/N announcing they should stop.

“We can do pages four, five, and six tomorrow,” Y/N tells him, “same time?” Mingi nods his head, happy he’ll get to spend more time with Y/N. Although they rarely got side tracked Mingi feels as if he knows her better than he has before from talking to her.

“Do you want to grab like a coffee before you head back?” Mingi asks really quickly, “I’ll pay.”

“That… actually sounds really nice, yeah,” Y/N smiles as the two walk down the stair case. They both each place back their own textbooks and head towards the on campus coffee shop that’s still open.

“Are you happy that it’s getting colder?” Y/N asks after a quiet couple minutes into their walk.

“I’m not a fan of it,” Mingi tells her honestly.

“Really? Where I’m from it’s basically hot most of the year,” Y/N explains, “last year was the first time in my life I saw snow fall from the sky.”

“For the first time!?” Mingi exclaims.

“Crazy I know right?” Y/N laughs, “it doesn’t snow back home. I have to drive over two hours to go see snow.”

“That’s insane,” Mingi quietly states. They quickly approach the coffee shop and Mingi opens the door for Y/N who thanks him and walks inside. Mingi follows in after her and they walk up to the counter.

“Get whatever you want,” Mingi leans down to whisper to Y/N. She turns and smiles at the tall boy. 

“Sorry for the wait,” a barista walks up to the register, “what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a large hot chocolate,” Y/N tells him.

“I’ll take a medium iced Americano,” Mingi tells him.

“Iced?” Y/N whispers, “but it’s cold outside.”

“I’ll be fine,” Mingi awkwardly chuckles to her, a light blush rising to his cheeks. Mingi hands the guy his card and they wait by the pick up counter for their drinks. The same barista brings them out and the two students thank him before leaving.

“So, same time tomorrow?” Y/N asks Mingi.

“Yeah. Of course,” Mingi answers her.

“Alright,” Y/N smiles before pointing behind her, “I’m that way. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Mingi.” Mingi mumbles a somewhat goodnight while somehow pointing behind him telling her he’s the other way. He stands there and watches her for a minute before turning on his heels and heading back to his dorm.

———

“A study date?” San exclaims before laughing and almost rolling off his bed. Wooyoung grabs him and pulls him back onto the bed while holding the laptop which has a paused Netflix show on it.

“Mingi you are the biggest idiot,” Yeosang tells him while silently chuckling.

“Hey it was a date. I’m seeing her again tomorrow too and probably the day after that too,” Mingi tells them proudly. He throws a towel at San who yelps in surprise when it hits him directly in the face.

“After this whole study date thing actually ask her out, dude,” Yeosang tells him, “it sounds like she might be interested based off the way you explained it.”

“I don’t know,” Mingi mumbles.

“They worst thing she can say is no. Now drop it I wanna continue watching this show,” Wooyoung grumbles.

“Somebody’s not getting enough attention from his boyfriend,” Mingi states, jokingly. Yeosang spits out his water and starts choking because of the comment.

“I’m going to kill you!” Wooyoung hollers before jumping off the bed chasing the tall boy.

———

The next two days Mingi meets up with Y/N, but on the third day Mingi heads to their table in the library, an iced americano in one hand and a hot chocolate in the other. His face drops when he doesn’t see Y/N at the table. Maybe he just got there early? Or maybe she’s running just a little late? Mingi takes a seat at the table and finds two of the class’s textbooks and places one on Y/N’s side of the table along with her drink and he pulls out his study guide and gets a little head start on it. He’ll just have Y/N check the questions he’s unsure about when she gets here. 

With a whole hour passing and Mingi patiently waiting, he sighs. Maybe it was all a little too good to be true. He closes his textbook and puts both of them back and throws out the hot chocolate and the rest of his drink before heading back to the dorm.

“You’re back early. Did you guys finish the study guide?” San asks poking his head out of the bathroom.

“Yeah,” Mingi lies knowing if he told the truth San would either make fun of him for scaring her off or he would pity him, and he didn’t need either right now. Mingi tosses his bag next to his desk and climbs into bed. He opens instagram and after a few posts he sees a picture of one of Y/N’s friends on his timeline showing a picture of them clearly at a party drinking. Mingi bites down on his lower lip and an anger fills him. She ditched their study session for a party? She even said she doesn’t like to party when she was invited to go two nights ago. But she must of changed her mind. Mingi’s anger quickly turns into a depression and he turns over in bed and puts his phone on a charger.

———

Mingi stayed in the next two nights, and the second night Y/N texted him asking where he was and if he was coming and that it was getting late. Mingi ignores her texts, flips his phone over, and continues to finish the study guide on his own at his desk.

Y/N looks at her phone, frowning. Mingi never ignores her texts, so why isn’t he responding? She had been sick the past two days and felt like she was on death row, but today she felt well enough to get out of bed to meet Mingi. But she had texted him two days ago a couple hours before they were going to meet that she wouldn’t be able to make it. She scrolls back up to her texts and gasps. A little red error symbol sits right next to her message. Her message never sent. Y/N quickly gathers her things and hurries out of the library into the cold. She pulls her scarf and coat around her tighter. 

“Which dormitory did he say he was in again?” Y/N mumbles to herself, “… Harlem? Yeah.” Y/N quickly makes her way to his dormitory and is let in through the front desk after asking what floor Mingi’s on. She wanders the third floor reading the name tags on the doors and stops in front of Mingi and San’s. She kind of just stands there trying to figure out if this is even a good idea, since he might be mad at her. She also has this little small bundle of butterflies in her stomach. She swallows and knocks on the door. She waits only about ten seconds before she’s greeted by Mingi.

“Mingi!” Y/N calls, slightly relieved he answered the door but also slightly worried that he might just yell at her.

“What do you want?” Mingi asks rather coldly.

“I want to apologize,” Y/N starts.

“For ditching me and going out to party after telling me you hate parties? Yeah no thanks,” Mingi tells her before closing the door on her. Both of them felt pieces of their heart’s break.

“That sounded like Y/N!” San runs through the shared bathroom from Wooyoung room and pushes past Mingi and reopens the door.

“Y/N!” San greets with a big smile on her face, “ignore that idiot. He can be a little insensitive and do things without thinking.” San opens the door for Y/N to walk in.

“I wasn’t partying,” Y/N tells Mingi as his back still faces her.

“That’s not what your friend post said,” Mingi reports back.

“Here. Look at my phone. I tried texting you I was sick but it never sent. You can ask my roommates too,” Y/N holds out her phone, unlocked, “I was sick Mingi. I promise.” San quietly excuses himself back to Wooyoung room but he stops in the bathroom to listen to them, beckoning Wooyoung and Yeosang to join them. 

Mini slowly turns around and takes Y/N’s phone and sees the text message and the time it was tried to be sent at. He hands it back to her and mumbles a sorry.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad at me,” Y/N whispers.

“I was never mad,” Mingi tell her, “I was... just.. hurt.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N looks at the ground, “I’ll get going. I’ll see you for the test tomorrow.” Y/N begins to make her way to the door and when her hand grabs the door handle to open it, Mingi stops her.

“Wait!” Mingi calls, “do you want to stay and finish the study guide? I have most of it done.” Y/N turns around and lightly smiles.

“You sure?” Y/N asks and Mingi nods. Y/N let’s go of the handle and turns around to face him. The two get settled on the floor and they finish the study guide. Mingi pulls his phone out of his pocket texting San to go get them drinks, and to use his wallet and that he can get drinks for him, Wooyoung, and Yeosang too if it meant stop spying on them. The three boys left and the two of them laugh.

“They’re a weird bunch of friends. But a good weird,” Y/N tells him.

“I’ve known them for a long time. I promise they’re not always this weird,” Mingi tells her, “I’m just not social so they always get interested in my life when there is someone new.”

“How often is that?” Y/N asks.

“Very rarely,” Mingi awkwardly laughs. The two let the laugh quiet out before getting back to the study guide, the two almost at the end of it.

“We. Are. Back!” San announces walking into the room.

“Shut up you’re loud,” Mingi tells his friend off who just laughs. San hands them both their drinks before retreating back to Wooyoung and Yeosang’s room.

“You sent him out to get hot chocolate for me?” Y/N asks.

“I know how much you like it,” Mingi tells her.

“Thank you. No one else remembers my obsession of hot chocolate except for you and my roommate,” Y/N blushes and sets the drink on the ground. They both continue to work on the study guide and they finish before midnight. Mingi offers to walk her back to her dorm because of how late it is.

“Hey after the midterm tomorrow, my friends and I are going to go out if you would like to join,” Mingi offers her when they reach outside her dorm, “we’re not partying. More like breakfast at midnight.”

“I’d love too,” Y/N smiles brightly at Mingi, “thank you for walking me all the way here.”

“It was no problem. Just wanted to be sure you got home safe,” Mingi shyly answers her.

“Well goodnight Mingi,” Y/N wishes and opens the door to her dormitory building. She stops herself and walks back out and stands on her tip toes and kisses Mingi on the cheek before walking inside leaving him there dumbfounded. The blush on his cheek intensify and he smiles like an idiot before walking back to his dorm.

——— 

“Is Y/N coming?” Wooyoung calls from the passenger side of the car.

“Yes! Give her a minute!” Mingi yells back at him. Wooyoung puts his hands up in surrender and leans back into the car, rolling up the window. Y/N soon emerges from her dorm with a slight bounce in her walk and a big smile.

“Hey. Sorry if i kept you waiting. I’m ready,” Y/N tells Mingi and he, boldly, grabs her hand and guides her to the car. San and Wooyoung squeal with excitement but cease all noise when the car door opens.

“Y/N!” Wooyoung and San greet.

“Hi boys,” Y/N responds. San pulls the car into drive and driving off towards a 24-hour pancake house. The four of them enter the doors and head towards the back where a bigger group of friends are. Luckily Y/N wasn’t the only girl as some of the other guys brought their girlfriends. They all sit at the big table, Mingi and Y/N more towards one of the corners. 

“Get whatever you want. It’s on me,” Mingi tells her.

“You need to stop buying me things,” Y/N whines.

“But why? I like to buy you things. Especially if it makes you happy,” Mingi counters, smiling at her. Y/N looks away blushing.

“If you couldn’t tell that was me trying to tell you I like you,” Mingi whispers to her.

“I’ve known that for a long time Mingi,” Y/N teases, “I’ve just been waiting for you to say it first.”

“You like me too?” Mingi asks, sounding shocked.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Y/N tells him, “but yes I have.”

“You hear that San? You better lay off now,” Mingi calls to San on the other side of the table, and everyone laughs easily knowing that San was pushing someone’s love life again but it working out in the end.

“You’re welcome!” San counters back at him. Everyone bursts out laughing louder, and Mingi takes Y/N’s hand before looking over the small menu, content with the outcome of this past week.

[sugar-kisser]

Lost Memories - Park Seonghwa

warnings: mafia affiliated acts & cussing

Something feels very wrong, but you can’t pinpoint exactly what it is. But then again you can’t even pinpoint where you are, what happened, or how. Your body lays heavy in the uncomfortable bed with sheets thinner than paper, and you stare around the dark monotone colored room. Two small strips of light escape through the side of the blinds on the window to your right.

Your thoughts are jumbled and you barely create a coherent sentence in your own head. You have memories, but they don’t feel recent enough to know what caused you to get here, or even if you were the same person. Your gut feeling tells you that the memories feel different.

“Oh my god you’re awake,” an older feminine voice cals out. You look over towards the woman who walks into your room. She’s dressed to the nines as if she just came from a party with cocktails and poker chips.

“Mom?” You asked rather surprised. 

“What surprised to see your mother here?” She asks rather proudly.

“I can’t remember really anything. Everything feels like a mess in my head,” you tell her.

“Oh darling don’t we all,” your mother dramatically comments as she takes a seat in the chair next to you, “you’re father is happy that you’ll be coming home tomorrow. Your sister is arriving soon and she’ll stay with you for the night and bring you home.”

“So you’re leaving?” You ask not surprised by the way she’s been acting since she’s walked through the door.

“I’ve got places to be. People to see. Alcohol to drink,” she laughs. She quickly stops and pulls something out of her bag and hands it to you.

“The doctors told us you lost your memories,” she explains her demeanor and tone changing rather seriously, “we don’t know how far back your memories go. But these are the last three years of journal entries you’ve written. Hopefully it’ll help you in anyway remember.” You smile at her and take the journal from her hands and open it to the first page to begin reading.

----

Being at home feels strange. You feel like a ghost haunting someone’s home that use to belong to you. But you manage to make yourself somewhat comfortable. You haven’t seen your mother since the day she visited you at the hospital, but based off your journal entries it seems normal for her to be gone so much. You also are apparently not close with your father because of work but you manage to do whatever he asks. You rely most on your sister since you’ve been back, but everyone seems on edge. You feel as if they are walking on eggshells around you. Like they are keeping a secret from you, or secrets.

“We’re having a ball tonight. So make sure to dress nicely. Dad’s having a really important meeting and he wants his kids to look the part,” you sister pops her head through the door before leaving. You place your almost completed journal down and make your way over to your closet to pull out a dress to prepare.

Based off your journal entries which you feel you have to rely on for just about everything till your memories return, if they ever will, your father throws these parties about once a month in order to meet with important people of other companies to make deals and alliances.

Nobody has told you, but you figured based off your journal and the way everything is being run around the house, your father is apart of the mafia. He apparently is one of the largest running ones in the world and has been highly respected through his years. There has only been one person who has challenged him but it never got under his skin. But based off the journal this person who has been causing a ruckus is after you. So for the ball this evening you father plans on hiring bodyguards to keep an eye on you to make sure nothing happens. But for some odd reason you’re anticipating to meet this person or let alone see him because nothing in your journal hinted about who he is, not even a name.

You look over the small variety of dresses that sit in the back of your closet and decide on a long black silk dress that pools at the floor. A long slit goes up the side of your dress to expose your left leg and the neckline is cut into a deep V, and the sleeves reach your wrists. With the dress on you’ve come to realize it’s a rather old dress considering how tight it is on you, but you adjust to it and chose to make it work for the evening. You quickly doll yourself up in make-up, jewelry, hair, and shoes and you meet your sister, father, and surprisingly your mother in the grand ballroom twenty minutes before guests will be let in.

You are introduced to your bodyguards and a full glass of champagne is placed into your hands by your mother who is somehow already tipsy, which is outstanding considering the party hasn’t even begun but you expect none-the-less.

Guests begin to pile in and you stick to the side of the room and stick out like a sore thumb, but who could blame you. Nobody told you how you should interact with the most deadly people on this planet let alone what you yourself should be doing at a party much like this. You begin to entertain yourself with the glass of alcohol in your hand losing yourself in your own thoughts.

“May I have this dance?” 

You snap out of your thoughts and turn your head towards the dashing man standing in front of you. You would assume he was a prince pulled right out of fairytale based off the way he looked and his smile. You take his slightly outstretched hand and hand your glass off to the nearest bodyguard. The man guides you to the dance floor and you find yourself blending in with the crowd.

“How is your recovery going Miss Y/N?” He asks you as the two of you begin to dance. His left hand on your waist and his right lightly wrapped around your hand. He guides the two of you around in small slow circles.

“How do you know my name?” You ask him.

“Well everyone in here knows who you are,” he slightly laughs, “but I know you personally.”

“I don’t remember you,” you respond apologetically.

“So it is true,” he slightly gasps but understands, “you have lost your memories.”

“From what I’m told yes,” you nod your head.

“So you don’t know who I am then? Or where you are from?” He asks.

“Am I not from here? Is this not my home?” You counter.

“Ah so they’re brainwashing you too,” he almost chuckles, “no, this is not your home.”

“I- I don’t understand,” you stammer but he doesn’t respond to you. Instead he pulls away from you and bows politely.

“The truth is waiting for you in your room. If you would like to remember where you belong,” he tells you, “and no, I’m not trying to trick you. Go if you want.” He smiles one last time before disappearing into the crowd. 

You continue to stand in the middle of the crowd without a dance partner, but you quickly look around for your bodyguard and somehow manage to sneak your way out of the ballroom. You quickly but cautiously make your way back to your bedroom, curiosity getting the better of you. 

Your bedroom door is slightly open so you peak your head in before fully entering. A small decorative circular box sits on the edge of your bed but that’s not what catches your eye. A tall blonde male dressed in possibly the nicest suit he owns stands on your balcony staring out into the yard, his back to you.

“So you listened to Yeosang. That’s a first,” the man softly laughs, “usually you like to play games before you listen to anyone.”

“Who are you?” You demand. The man turns around and you watch as his eyes, quite literally, soften just looking at you. You feel your heart ache just at the sight of him, but you could not recognize him to save your own life.

“All in due time,” he smiles, “I want you to remember who I am.” He walks back into your room and picks up your journal that sits on the chair just inside the balcony doors.

“This,” he starts by holding up the journal, “is all a lie. Whatever you read is not what your life has been in the four and a half years.”

“Then what the hell have I been reading?” You demand, seeing as he clearly knows the answer to everything.

“Something your parents want you to believe,” he answers, “what you’ve been doing the past four and a half years is in that box.” He nods his head to the box sitting on the edge of your bed. You look over to the box then back at him again and turn to walk towards your bed. You pull off the lid of the box and colorful pieces of paper fall out over the rim. You pick up the colorful pages and look over them quickly realizing they’re letters. The red letters addressed to you and the purple ones addressed to a man named Seonghwa. You also find little sticky notes and two whit envelopes at the bottom, one with your name and the other with Seonghwa’s.

“Letters?” You asks.

“And notes, and our vows,” he tells you, “read them all. I’ll be back tomorrow to take you home...”

“But I’ll understand if you want to stay,” his whispers turning slightly away from you, “until then Y/N.” He bows his head to you and leaves your bedroom quietly, closing the door behind himself. As the room stills to silence once more you can hear your heart pounding in your chest. How long has it been pounding?

You turn your attention back to the papers that lay on top of your bed. You pickup most of them and head over to the corner of your room next to your lamp and turn it on. You sit on the floor and look over the letters. You separate the ones you apparently wrote and the ones Seonghwa wrote to you. You then pick up the first one and notice a date on the letter and then quickly arrange the letters by date to help them make better sense when you read them. 

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The hours of the night quickly tick by and you lose yourself in reading all the letters and notes. Your head is spinning by the time you finish all of them and reach your vows, the last things remaining in the box. 

If these letters are real then your family has been using you this entire time to save their mafia which is falling apart if you don’t marry the son of another mafia to save your father’s ass from being taken over or taken down. 

You had also run away and were saved by Seonghwa and his mafia groups which sent your father into an outrage and almost a full blown war but you managed to settle things because you knew all your fathers secrets and could easily hand them over to Seonghwa and that would end your father’s career. So you father let you be and you were finally free and happy. 

You and Seonghwa had also fallen in love and secretly visited each other while still under your fathers control and you finally escaped and when you had the two of you got set to marry and made life your own. 

As you read the letters you could feel how happy Seonghwa had made you and how deeply in love you were with him. But you still can’t remember a thing and it breaks your heart knowing you have a husband who loves you very much but you can’t return the feelings because of an accident that took away all your happiest memories it seems. 

You pull out the white envelope with your name written on it and you open the flap and pull out the lined pieces of paper with Seonghwa’s recognizable hand writing in it. You read over his vows to you, your eyes tearing up with the story of the two of you he told and list of reasons why he fell in love with you. You feel pure bliss reading it. It feels all so familiar and it just continues to tear you apart that you just can’t remember. You place the letter to the side of you and push all the tears out of your eyes before moving on to your vows to Seonghwa. Maybe this will help you understand or help create the feelings why you fell in love with him. You open your vows envelope and pull out another set of lined paper and slowly read over every word, taking in each reason and the story you chose to tell.

“There you are. Everyone has been looking for you,” you sister loudly sighs in annoyance busting into your room, “what are you reading?”

“I-It’s nothing,” you stammer, “just some letters I found under my bed.” You hope your lie would pass by your sister but it doesn’t stop her from coming over and grabbing a letter off the floor and reading over the contents quickly. Her eyes widen and she drops the paper. She quickly runs out of the room and you quickly being shoving everything back into the box you have and shove the lid back on. You look at your door, which is your only escape, but your sister and whoever else could be back any moment. You quickly look back at your open balcony and quickly run out to it. You look to the sides of the walls and nothing gives you hope that you could climb down. You look over the railing and notice the pool below. You look behind you as you hear the door open. You rather and and some of his men quickly coming into the room. 

“Y/N! Get back here!” You father yells. You quickly climb over the railing and look down once more and back at him and jump, hoping to land into the pool. You hold onto the box a little tighter and you plummet into the pool. You quickly resurface and push yourself to the edge of the pool and you notice a hand reaching out to you. You look up to find the same man who danced with you earlier that evening. You put your hand out and he pulls you out and he tells your to run. 

Guns begin to empty their magazines and the sounds are ear piercing. You and Yeosang quickly run through the large yard and manage to move through the large rose bushes. A pain shoots through your shoulder and the force of the pain sends you falling to the ground. You drop the box of letter and Yeosang quickly helps you back up.

“The letters,” you tell him. You crouch down and quickly pick all of them back up and the two of you start running again.

“We’re almost there I promise,” Yeosang yells at you. The two of you could hear dogs barking and motor bikes and buds in the distance behind you. You quickly see a large wall and you feel your heart drop to your stomach. Yeosang whistles and the two of you wait about ten seconds before there are two large explosions. One in the far distance and one that’s about thirty yards away from you. Yeosang takes the box from your hands and grabs your hand and pulls you down the side of the house and you guys escape through the huge hole in the wall.

On the other side of the wall a large van opens its doors and Yeosang helps you in first before climbing in after you.

“She was shot in the shoulder,” Yeosang tells the other man in the car. The driver takes off and you fall into your seat, your shoulder hitting the back of the chair and pain is sent through your shoulder and bounces off different parts of you body.

“Well good thing is, the bullet went straight through her and it’s not stuck in her,” the other man in the back of the car explains as he examines your shoulder.

“Seonghwa isn’t going to be happy hearing this at all,” the driver comments.

“Well no shit Mingi,” Yeosang sneers right back, “just drive.” You feel the speed of the car pick up and the other man in the back, who Yeosang has called San, wraps your shoulder up and apologizes for every time you’re bumped or he touches it. Eventually the car comes to a stop and Yeosang helps you out of the car, San carrying the box of letters, and Mingi hopping out of the driver’s seat and rounding the car to join you three.

“What the hell happened?” Seonghwa voice demands as soon as he sees your torn dress and wrapped shoulder. He rushes down the steps of his mansion and over to you. 

“Who did this?” He asks anybody as he stares into your eyes and then looks over the rest of your body for other wounds.

“He father possibly. Or one of his men,” Yeosang answers, “they were all shooting at us.”

“You weren’t shot were you?” Seonghwa looks over at his friend who shakes his head.

“Okay good. The others should be back soon,” Seonghwa tells them, “but for now let’s head inside.” Seonghwa guides you up the steps of the house and your legs almost give out on the first few steps because of the constant running on tattered ground has torn up your feet.

“Don’t worry I got you,” Seonghwa whispers. He picks you up gently and carries you up the rest of the steps and inside the house. The first intake of breath inside the house almost triggers something in your head. It smells so familiar to you. You place your hand on Seonghwa chest and ask him to set you down. 

You look around the front room and begin venturing towards a room immediately. Seonghwa quickly follows you, interested in if you’ve managed to remember something in the few hours you last saw each other.

“Are you remembering something?” He asks.

“I- I don’t know yet,” you turn to face him as you stopped in the center of what looks like a small little office.

“Do you know what this room is?” He looks around, then turning to you smiling with his hand tucked behind his back. You shake your head in response.

“This is your studio,” he tells you, “this room also holds a lot of memories of us. Good and bad. I actually haven’t stepped in since your accident. Especially when you disappeared and we couldn’t find you for a couple weeks.”

“You lost me?” You turn to face him.

“The accident took a toll on the both of us. We both were taken out by someone and when I woke up I was at home and they wouldn’t tell me where you were,” Seonghwa turn away from you, “they said you weren’t there by the time they got to the scene.”

“i’m here now aren’t I?” You asks slowly approaching him. You place your hand on his shoulder and you can feel him body trembling. He quickly turns around and you notice his red tearful eyes. He meets your eyes for a second before looking down. You crouch down and look him again.

“Please don’t hide from me,” you whisper, “I’m sorry this all happened.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he tells you, closing his eyes. You feel your heart break even further and you hand instinctively wipes the tears from under his eyes and his looks up at you in surprise.

“I feel like being here is going to help me memories,” you tell him honestly, “I mean as soon as we came through the front door I found my own office without realizing it.” You smile at the blonde man in front of you.

“Then should I give you the rest of the house tour?” He manages to crack a small smile. You nod you head and he walks you out of your office and begins showing you around the house. In each room he explains little memories they held, good and bad. About half way through the house Seonghwa noticed how tired you were getting and he decided to end the house tour for now and showed you to your room. 

“This is our room. But you can sleep in it by yourself. I’ll be in the guest next door,” Seonghwa opens the two grand doors into the large master room. You walk in and look around the room before flopping down on the bed.

“Do you not want to change first?” He giggles. and you grumble a no but he doesn’t take it for an answer. Instead he heads into your closet and pulls out your favorite set of pjs and lays them on the bed next to you. You push yourself off the bed and you take the clothes and change in the bathroom and exit when you’re done. He has you sit on the edge of the bed and takes off your make-up for you since you dominant arm is injured.

“I can do this. I still have an extra arm,” you offer him.

“But I want to do this,” he answers as he wipes off your eye make-up. His touch is gentle to your face but he manages to get all the make-up off and even takes your hair out of the fancy ponytail you manage to put it into.

“Sleep well,” he smiles at you before exiting the room. You stay sitting on the bed and look around the room. You notice a picture cabinet against the far wall and you push yourself off the bed and go over to look at it. 

Most are your wedding pictures and how happy the two of you looked on your wedding day. You continue down the line of photos looking at each of them as they tell a story.

You eventually make your way back to bed and climb under the comfy sheet and curl yourself into a ball to keep warm.

Falling back in love with him doesn’t seem like it’s going to be hard at all.

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Hell you were right. Falling in love with this man all over again is the best thing you did because you also slowly regained your memories starting with waking up later that day you were brought back home and remember Wooyoung and Hongjoong’s names when you absentmindedly greeted them. 

Seonghwa took you to a doctor later that day and he further explained that being in an environment that is familiar to you will help bring back memories quicker than moving or being somewhere where no memories have been made before. 

So eventually over months you slowly got back your memories an even made new ones. 

Seonghwa retaught you all you wanted to learn and even taught you how to defend yourself if anyone ever managed to try to get ahold of you again. Seonghwa also dealt with your father and kicked him down the food chain in the mafia and was quickly demolished and could no longer even try to climb the web back up to the top where Seonghwa now sits.

You do admit that what Seonghwa does isn’t entirely your favorite thing in the world but you come to terms with the way he lives and respect what he does because he’s not like mot mafia groups. Being the head of the world makes everyone want to be allies and he’s more of the group to come for when help is needed. He only choses to resolve to violence if it’s the last thing that there is left to do.

Outside of his business he never let a day go by without telling you stories or taking you somewhere you two went before. He helped you regain all your memories as well as making you fall in love again. He was patient and kind, just the way when you first met him. He never once changed or tried to push you into things. Although you two did argue over things a couple would he would always be first to apologize, even if you were the one in the wrong.

At the end of your second year together, and although already technically married, Seonghwa proposed again and you could of never said no. So the two of you married once again. You fell in love twice with the same man, for the same reasons, and got to regain the old and make the new. You wouldn’t change it for the world.