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sly-merlin · 4 years

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killing me - 10 |n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : cursing, explanatory mention of a pistol!

words :: 5.3k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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Previous night

“What the fuck were you spitting out there hmm! Have you lost your mind? Why aren’t you answering me you shit!”

jaehyun avoided prying when mark and yuta were arguing but he couldn’t keep it in anymore. mark shifted the gears to park the car in the middle of nowhere, tense silence hugging all of them. jaemin was annoyed with jaehyun’s endless remarks at mark but it was hyuck who was most confused as he was unable to form any kind of judgement.

“why did you stop the car now? Its midnight-

“can you stop drunk talking hyung. I can’t drive like this!”

“I’m very sober. Its you whose brain is dead mark. Did you even notice yuta’s face when you-

“just stop hyung. I’m not ashamed of what I said there. I stand by each and every word! Now can we go back home or do you have anything else?

“you can’t be real! He has done so much for you all these years and this is how you repa-

“yes exactly! He has made so many sacrifices for me all these years, that’s why its my responsibility to show him the right way that he is clearly not following at all and you all are partly responsible for it! You are feeding his selfish ego by showing him hollow sympathy but that’s gonna bite him in the ass at end.”

“woah woah tiger. So what you gonna do? Instruct him how to live his life. Are you making him realise that he doesn’t hate y/n when he clearly cant stand her presence for even a minute and by some miracle, even if you end up pacifying yuta, then what about that cold hearted queen! She’s just here t-

“she is not here on her own! And I am not going to repeat myself, so fix it in your head hyung. She is not here to replace anyone!! Yuta hyung just hates the thought of her coerced and fortuitous presence in his life and I’m not trying to create a miracle here. I just want our lives back to normal and I’ll go to every extent to make it possible!” his chest heaved up and down as the anger subsided a bit, his heart feeling at ease after getting his thoughts out. Jaehyun only scoffed at him.

“you are too naïve markie. This is not how emotions work.”

“this is the only way emotions work hyung!” with that said, he shifted the gear, driving on the road with the same silence lurking again but he felt better. much better.

“who do you think is right?” hyuck whispered in jaemin’s ear, in the hope that he would solve his dilemma.

“I don’t know but I’d love if she stays forever. We are missing one member anyway” he whispered back earning a small tight lip smile from donghyuck who fell into a deep slumber right after that.

Slowly he moved himself to the other side, bruised elbow secured in his hand, grunts exiting him. You knew you were fucked up as soon as his cold eyes fell upon you.

“I guess it’s my time to call taeyong.” He glared, the strong eye contact not lasting for too long as he tried to lift himself up from the floor.

Meanwhile you kept observing him, biting your left thumb, feet glued to the ground. your eyes followed his hobbled travel from the kitchen to the couches from where you heard his long sigh of relief as he placed his leg on the table while stroking his knee. his head fell on the couches and suddenly your conscience kicked in while watching his painful expressions. You found yourself sluggishly walking out of the kitchen with careful steps to avoid the spill, sleepiness fading away.

Yuta’s scraped elbow was in the vision as you neared him. He was still nursing his knee, elbow forgotten by now. Maybe it was the momentary pain! you deliberated about asking him first but then remembered that you don’t have to communicate with him to show that you were still human! So you quietly went to bathroom to find your first aid kit that you placed somewhere the day you settled your stuff. It was not easy to locate it with the lack of cooperation of your hands and mind in the current state, but still you tried your best.

With same motion you went back. Yuta’s hand was still cupping the knee but his features seemed to be much more peaceful than before. But you still approached hesitantly and placed the box on the table, near his foot.

“have a seat please. We have some unfinished business here beautiful!” he sneered, signalling you to sit beside him.

“no thanks. I have work to do.” You tiredly replied, moving away.

“I.Said.Sit.Here! I also wanna experience the thrill of whinning like a baby!

“oh please , I have nothing to fear! Just call him already. I’ve work to do!” you told him in stern voice while circling the table to sit far away from him.

Yuta smirked a little at your show of bravery when anyone could see right through you at the moment. Your eyes were half shut, shoulders slumped down but still upright when it came to fighting him. But yuta clearly knew he had the upper hand this time.

Or he thought!

Your heartbeat sped up with each ring. Very dramatically , yuta had put the phone on speaker to prove his point.

After 5 rings, tayeong picked up and so did your pulse.

“who it is?” a yawn filled voice was heard from the other side.

“are you still sleeping bitch?” yuta inquired with annoyance.

“ye-yes. We cleared the month last night so everyone is sleeping. What el-

“just wake up! I’ve something important to tell!”

“later. I’m bus-

“its about your precious y/n!”

“is she gone?” it sounded like he was suddenly awake!

“tsk tsk. The fuck is your problem? Do you even care about my wellbeing or should I find a new father!” yuta growled at him, his voice pierced through your ears.

“I’ll call her myself!”

“like she would tell you about her plan to lay my 6 feet under the ground!”

Yuta heard a deep sigh from the other side.

“this story better be good coz I don’t wanna lose my sleep ov-

“this is not a story. She spilled water to make me slip and –

“and kill you. what kind of man dies after a little slipping! Huh!”

“have you adopted her or something taeyong! Your attitude is fucking me up. Can you hear me for once or do you-

“what do you wanna say exactly! That you slipped and broke your legs and arms. Make it believable yuta. She might be a bit bitchy but can’t be that evil.”

“so I am a bitch!” your sleepy and cold voice interrupted.

“no no , I meant-

“It was unintentional. i didn’t even know he was home. And it was him who decided to barge in when I was finding food. He was not even invited into the kitchen in the first place!”

“but I got hurt and it was because-

“hurt? you mean as in injured! Oh god. You can’t come back then. take leave for a few days if you are hurt badly and call jun , he’ll be there with medicines and bandages. Consider this an extension of the suspension but you aren’t leaving the hous-

“fuck you taeyong! I hope you die in your sleep!!”

Slamming the phone on the table, he pulled at his roots, lidded eyes boring into you.

“you’ll pay for this.” his finger threateningly pointed towards you.

You let out a yawn before getting up to leave the space to him,

“whatever just don’t finish the spray bottle. Its new”

After that you didn’t hear anything from yuta or anyone.

And it just went like that for 2 more weeks!

“why don’t you shift to the dorms for two months! You can hang out with minjun while he complete his reports.”

“so you want me to lose my sleep and baby your baby?” you snickered, slurping the soup a bit louder this time.

“I’m not a baby!” minjun whined.

“oh you are!” a collective response resounded through the room and your reached out to pet minjun’s hair but he swatted your hand away in annoyance.

“no seriously shortie. You’d be alone for a whole month. Even chelin is going home this time. you can spend some time with junie and he’d treat you to homemade food Is it tempting enough?” jungkook suggested.

“not that I’m any interested in the offer but I can teach you the Japanese you were talking about earlier.” At minjun’s comment, everyone raised their brows, silently questioning your new interest.

“what? You all are so nosy. My new roommate is always dissing me in Japanese and I can’t answer that fucker coz I don’t understand anything he spits out at me.”

“HE?” another group chant resonated.

“why is your roommate a man?” yugyeom added.

“because he was born a man!”

“haha very funny y/n l/n. what’s his name and is he from our university?”

“his name is nakamoto yuta and no, he’s not a student. And before you enquire, he’s home only for like few hours so you don’t need to worry him being a pervert or anything.”

“where is your new residence anyway?” you almost choked at yugyeom’s sudden interruption but it confirmed your suspicion that jungkook hadn’t revealed anything yet.

“instead of me, shouldn’t you love birds be worried about the unbearable separation that’d last for a whole month. How are you gonna cope with it gyeom? Especially when yeong is going to be in Incheon and you in busan, stuck with the sweaty sports team and jungkook, who’d be slapping with you with kisses every now and then, thinking you are min-

A shove of dumpling into your mouth caused you to inhale back all the words that were supposed to leave.

“if you don’t wanna meet, then atleast call him daily after your moon internship and he can also accompany you to busan if you want.”

The colour of the air faded at the mention. Slowly, you swallowed the piece in your mouth , instantly finding a distraction to lighten the mood.

“why are these so delicious?”

Rummaging through the empty boxes, jungkook found the pamphlet and shoved it in your face which you curled into a ball and threw towards minjun, hitting him right in the face.

“yaa jun. keep it safe. We’ll order while watching movies and take keys of this house from your boyfriend,” you ordered, pointing to jungkook, “and his Netflix password and his wallet and if he allows, his car ke-

“shut your mouth love-hater!” jungkook exclaimed while stuffing your mouth with two dumplings. And everyone else just laughed at your troubled state, silently agreeing with jungkook’s statement.

What a good day to be a foodie!

Three days!

Taeil had granted you three days to de-stress yourself before you’d be joining your so called trainer for a self defence training program of two months. You wondered who could it be but it was definitely not the person you wished for! Johnny had been in france since two weeks, right from the day your exams started. He left his phone at home but he did contact you through a payphone to wish luck for exams. Since then, it’d been complete silence from the other end. You didn’t even know whether you really missed his presence or just the thought of being with someone who really showed some care for you.

eat, tv, sleep repeat seemed to be a very reasonable routine! your happiness had elevated when you saw a notification of chois about a job opening. Though you wanted to start from an internship in the main office but a moderate salary job as an assistant researcher of a junior lawyer wasn’t so bad as well!

no. actually it was awful seeing how much over-qualified you were for this job but with all the diminishing digits in your wallet, there was some significant scope for the bargain in your situation. But you still had to wait for 2 weeks for the acceptance of your application that would take you a step closer to your dream. Just two more weeks!

Is he still alive, you thought before leaving the kitchen, ready to finish the homemade meal.

High on a happy chemical , you cooked yourself ramyeon and eggs and completed your fancy dinner with a bottle of coke.

While slipping out of the kitchen , your eyes fell on the clean sink reminding you of the presence that you hadn’t felt since the last week.

“I’ll accompany jeno. We’ll be done in two minutes” yuta proposed with a lopsided grin.

The place was more livelier with yuta’s return. Not that he wasn’t already present, but the day he returned to his usual routine was when everyone got their sunshine back. He acted like nothing has changed but still noone could ignore his overcautiousness. He was engaging too much as if to make up for the lost time and not that anyone objected for they were happy to see the old yuta with old ways. Just something was odd!

While most of them were oblivious, others understood what he was hiding behind that façade. They had noticed how he took late night activities just to avoid being sent home or how he took jaehyun and mark with him to avoid any interaction with you.

But the most irksome was how day by day,he was drifting apart from taeyong.

“do you wanna take him home?” taeil snapped his fingers in front of your eyes as you registered his words. You were looking or shamelessly staring at the face of the man. He was dangerously tall as compared to you but his face was shining brighter than the sun itself. Your head snapped towards him again as taeil went on,

“don’t stare like you are gonna eat him y/n.” jungwoo eyes were dancing in the whole room as he avoided your curious ones. You didn’t mean to be creepy but you were having a hard time believing that the man sitting in front of you was a street fight champ and a former drug lord’s son. He seemed too….human.

“who’s staring?” you feigned innocence, looking at taeil.

“way to go advocate!” he said before continuing , “as I told you, jungwoo is a trained fighter, assassin and has a strong grip on pistols. Seeing what you can carry, a pistol is best for you. and jungwoo is a softie here so he won’t even give you a scratch during the training. But you have to actually listen to him or I’ll assign someone that won’t go easy on you.

“like?”

“like ten or jeno, they both don’t have any control over where they are hitting once they start so either you can cooperate with jungwoo or be ready to break some of your limbs.”

“how subtle taeil. but I can work with him.” you smiled at jungwoo which was returned with a shy one.

“okay then. Take care of each other and if you need anything then I’m not home.” Ad with a wave , he was gone.

“what do you wanna start with?” jungwoo asked in a small voice.

“you are teacher so whatever you say.”

“okay them. we’ll start with grip practice.” He got up, signalling you to follow him.

You ended up in a small part of the basement. It was divided into two sections with a glass used as the separation. Raw grass kind hard padding was attached to the walls on the both sides. On the other side of the wall were pasted two targets looking like giant sized dart boards that you suppose were for the practice.

While you were glancing around, jungwoo came back with a small metal box. He opened it to reveal a matt black pistol that looked even smaller when he held it.

“you can’t start with a semi-auto one just yet so for basics this is good for you. though I’m here but please don’t drop it. it belongs to taeyong hyung and he doesn’t know it’s here so please don’t mention it either.” He pleaded in a soft voice to which you found yourself nodding, copying his motion.

“so , you don’t need to memorise every part of a pistol but remember the few terms so if you ever held a new gun or pistol, someone can instruct you as to the handling of it.” you kept nodded as he went on,

“this is the exposed barrel, slide stop, safety lever , trigger and trigger guard and the most important magazine, if its empty ,your body would become the home of enemy bullets. Try clicking the safety lever!”

You did as he instructed. For about thirty minutes, he taught about pulling the barrel that drained your wrists of all the strength they had. He let you go only when he was sure you won’t forget the basics, atleast not until tomorrow.

You hadn’t felt this exhausted in your life as much as you did in the last week. If Thesis research and jungwoo’s lessons were not enough then minjun’s new found love of photography was surely doing its work on your body. Who knew holding flowers and leaves for aesthetic photos was so much draining! And the time you were alone at home was spent sleeping and that too only if yuta and his gang were not screeching out their lungs, fighting with someone online with no regard for the well-being of others in the house. You knew he was aware of his actions but with zero communication, even you didn’t bother pointing him out.

But when had avoidance created peace!

12:30 p.m

As you flipped the glossy leaves of the photo album, the three humans behind that transparent film seemed to come alive, albeit in your memories. Pausing at every page, you tried to live those moments once again ,just like every year. Though you and that photo album were bound by a thread of sadness, the memories it contained made you feel immense joy that was incomparable for you.

The small album was the only memory that reminded you of the family you had once! and today was the day you’ll go to meet them again.

Busan was not that far away but the location of the graveyard added a whole hour to the already 3 hour long journey. You were supposed to meet your orphan warden at the station directly and like every year she'd be accompanying you to Busan so you could meet them. Even though you were a grown-up now , she didn't had the heart to let you go alone. So it had became a tradition.

After memorizing every picture, you got up to get ready for the long journey. Taeil had excused you for this weekend so there were no worries from his side. you rotated the doorknob to open but it didn’t budge.

You shoved your body against the door but nothing happned! Though you didn't want to rely , there was only one option left!

"yuta!" You shouted in a hope that his lazy ass would respond but silence replied instead.

"yuta! Can you hear me. I'm locked!" You tried again, both shouting and trying the knob, banged the door but none worked in your favour.

Then realisation dawned on you! Why won't he hear anything when he was right outside the room! because he didn't want to!

"yuta I swear I'm gonna kill you! let me out!"

Raking your hands through your hair, you decided to find your phone but it looked like the whole universe was conspiring against you as the phone was not in the room. you had probably left it on the kitchen counter earlier. The only communication you had was with yuta and he was not listening to you , delibrately!

Your fist met the door with all the power you could muster but only the echo was heard which fainted within few seconds.

"fuck you yuta" you mumbled dejectedly before throwing yourself on the mattress. Contempt filled your heart as you watched the fan moving endlessly and your mind grasped the reality that maybe you won't be visiting them. Not if he didn't open the door. But he couldn't lock you for years!

And whenever that door opens , you'll make sure to close it forever.

"eat slugs , haechan!" Yuta exclaimed into the microphone, killing another of haechan's Avatar in the game. He winced as haechan groaned loudly, trying to get some pity out of yuta.

Calling it a day, he teared the headphones away , the sudden silence bringing peace to his ears. Stretching his limbs, he got up but as he trudged for the kitchen, he heard a knock that didn't come from the front door.

He stopped abruptly as if to check if his mind was playing games on him but he heard it again, this time a fainted one.

His stopped in front of your room and slapped his hand against the door , checking his suspicious. Another fast and hard bang came in response and he rotated the knob to open but nothing happened. Forcing his body against the door, a metal dropping sound reached him before the door opened. Without even glancing at you, he leaned and picked up the screws that were stuck in the door hinges. But before he could show you those, you pushed him backward, releasing all the anger at once.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!" Not paying any attention to any of his words, you searched for your phone that you found on the counter and shot your warden an apologetic message. The orphan was near the station so you were sure she won't have waited for more than thirty minutes but you knew she'd have been worried for you.

Quickly working , you called taeyong while running for the main door, a confused yuta following you.

"you are home taeyong?" You asked him while wearing your shoes and exited , ignoring yuta's perplexed questions.

Yuta stood in the doorway, contemplating what the heck he had witnessed!

18:30

Taeyong jerked forward on his chair as you slammed open the door of his office and marched in. When you called earlier , he thought you were going to complain about something that yuta did but the heat of the anger radiating through your body was enough to burn his senses from a distance.

"sit and calm-

"I'm not here to witness your hospitality Lee taeyong. Relieve me of the agreement here and now. my way or your way! I don't wanna live under the same roof wi-

"why are you shouting so much?" Jaehyun interrupted ,entering the room in a swift motion. Following him were few others who might have been awakened by your outburst.

"shut up jaehyun! For once do something with your worthless life" you spit out, eyes boring into jaehyun's.

"can you atleast tell me what has happened!"

To answer taeyong , you moved forward, resting your hands on the head of a chair continued,

"yuta locked me today. My phone was outside in the kitchen. I shouted , pleaded but he didn't open the door for 5 hours. I was supposed to go to Busan but that motherfucker don't ha-

"Busan? Your hometown?" Taeyong disrupted your speech,

"f-for my parents' death anniversary! I was suppose to visit their graves like every year.b-but he chose today of all days to play his little revenge games on me." With broken voice and tears threatening to spill, you managed to proceed,

"i don't wanna live with him anymore. I didn't sign up for this torture. Kill me for all you want but don't try to convince me into staying with that bastard!" Your nails holed into the leather chair, creating small crescents on the surface.

Uncomfortable silence fell over the whole room . As you turned around to leave, you were met with yuta's figure. His hand motioned to reach you but you closed the distance before he could.

"i hope you enjoyed it today!" With venom laced words, you finalised your proposition by flinging the ring straight into his face, his face scrunching at the hit , before walking past him.

"hyun-

Before taeyong could complete, taeil was already was on your heels.

"why do you have to be an asshole yuta?"

" i didn't do anything!" He started as he picked up the ring from the floor, “the door was ja-

“you shouldn’t have stooped so low nakamoto yuta!” tayeong growled with eyes glistening with fire.

“what now?” yuta’s jaw clenched at jaehyun’s nonchalant words. Pocketing his annoyance for him, he opened his mouth to explain himself,

“nothing now ok! I did nothing.i didn’t lock her and certainly didn’t try to forbid from going anywhere. She wa- the door was jammed due to some loose screws. I had to push it so it’d open. I-i-I wasn’t even aware of her plans. Heck, you can ask hyuck. I was playing with him for 6 hours straight. I had headphones in my ears all that time and you know how much hyuck yells. Even if she was stuck, there was not a sound that reached me taeyong. I was as oblivious to all this as much as you all were till now and knowingly, I won’t ever do anything so harsh. You know me very well! don’t you?” he ended with a hopeful question glancing at everyone in the room. With each passing second, his anxiousness elevated at the silent and calculating faces of everyone.

“you don’t believe me, do you?” his broken voice resembled the one they just heard few minutes ago.

“no yuta.i-its not like that . message taeil hyung about all this so he can calm her down.” Taeyong muttered with eyes searching up yuta’s for any malice he might be planning but found nothing. he was innocent.

But yuta panicked at his words, “why? I can explain by myself. It’s not that difficult. I can handle her taeyong.” he turned for the door but taeyong’s words stopped him in his tracks.

“you think so! You should be glad you are alive yuta”

“then release us taeyong. I’m begging you, LET HER GO!” the shout that echoed was enough to send shivers through every living being in the vicinity.

“I will. If taeil hyung say so. Message him yuta and you should know I don’t repeat my words without expense!”

He did as told, head hung low to avoid the pity looks that were thrown his way!

“don’t follow me taeil!”

“I’ll stop if you’ll stop!” taeil politely replied, tracking your steps on the sidewalk. He tried to obstruct your way but ended up following you instead. 15 minutes had passed since you both left the house but your anger was not simmering down and you were stunned at his patience.

“you can’t walk till university.” You deadpanned.

“neither can you.”

Stopping abruptly, you faced him, “you can’t stop me taeil.”

“I won’t. but the bus driver would. Even pretty girls don’t get a free ride home.” You groaned at his unnecessarily true words. He was right, you had nothing on you except for the phone.

He silently observed your slumping body, before walking a step closer to check the waters. When you didn’t push him away, he lightly took your hand in his, tugging you to come along.

“I don’t wanna go with you.” your hushed voice gave him some courage to proceed further,

“we aren’t going home. Lets just sit”

He dragged you to the park you had passed just five minutes ago. Sitting on the bench , he asked you to explain everything that had happened in the last 6 hours. You recited the whole story till the end where you threw the ring at yuta. Taeil only hummed in response when he heard a buzz from his phone.

Reading yuta’s message , he suddenly knew where to start!

“read this y/n.” he said before giving you the phone.

You absorbed each and every word written. It made sense. But did it?

“he’s lying.” You scoffed , returning the phone.

“he’s not.”

“ofcourse you’ll take his side.”

“and why would I do that?”

“he’s your brother”

“and you are my sister”

“no I’m not. I never would be.” You retorted, hiding the effect his words had on you.

“I might not be your brother but you can’t stop me from calling you my sister and I’d prefer you over yuta anyday.”

“but you still think I’m lying and he’s right”

Taeil massaged the back of his neck, clearly getting annoyed by your snapping.

“when did I say you are lying? I just said he’s not lying.”

“isn’t it the same thing?”

“no its clearly not. You just don’t wanna admit that you misunderstood!”

Uncrossing your legs, you faced him, “ because I am not in the wrong here. he is ! he did it so he can have the house all to himself while I’m locked. The truth is he hates my guts. He wont ever pass an opportunity against me!”

“and like you love his guts! Your hatred for him is the reason that you don’t wanna believe he’s innocent. Your heart wants to believe that everything that had unfolded after that night is yuta’s fault. You don’t wanna believe because you just don’t want to! You are rejecting his reason because your mind says its the perfect chance to break taeyong! your anger and emotions are playing games with you and you are letting them! and this is exactly what yuta had been doing from the very first day! He’s no different than you. No matter how much you discard it, the truth won’t change! Impulsive actions lead you nowhere!” His polite yet authoritative voice was providing inputs that you didn’t want to believe. Not yet.

“I just wanted to go to busan taeil. If he hadn’t been home the-

“if he hadn’t been home , then you would not have even made it out! And I’m sure you have heard him playing games. He’s a loudspeaker and believe me haechan is yuta part two. I’m sure he didn’t hear you.”

“but why would anyone even care! I’m the one at loss here.”

“what loss. Just because you missed it today doesn’t mean you can’t go tomorrow and If you want i can take you there. we can go right now! But y/n , loved ones live in your heart!. You don’t need a day to show them your respect and love. They know you and they watch over you. don’t crumble under the weight of customs and rituals. We’ll go tomorrow morning. Be ready by 8 a.m !” his soothing voice managed to calm the storm but you weren’t going to budge from your first condition.

“I don’t wanna go back with him.”

He sighed heavily before pressing his phone to his ear,

“taeyong. replace yuta in france. For two months and I don’t want any further discussion.”

You sniffled, finally letting out the tears that were in the waiting since the morning.

“I can drop you to the dorm for tonight until he packs his stuff and you can go back home tomorrow. Sounds right?” he described his plan , petting your hair.

You weakly nodded, letting him ease your worries with sympathetic words that you didn’t even know you needed!

next morning

Uncomfortable silence welcomed you as you entered the house. You were told that he was gone and it sounded about right with the present atmosphere.

After finding the fruits, you made you way to the room but stopped in your tracks as you spotted something on the counter.

Three moulded screws were placed on a paper along with the ring that you thought would never be seen by you again. you breath quickened as you read the words on the plain paper

I’m sorry!

What were you supposed to do with it now?

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STARCROSSED NO. 1 || J.JK

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff-ish

word count: 4,6k

synopsis: finding out that you were a half god and the half sister of the one and only aphrodite, you have to avoid getting killed, be the reason why the emotion love disappears from the world... and avoid jeon jungkook and try not to fall in love with him.

part of the holiday treats event <3

if you want to be tagged to the series, please send me an ask ! series masterlist link will be added later !

DEAR VIO;

its me, your secret santa ! i really hope that you like the first part of my series ! i thought this was getting too long so i decided to cut it and make a series out of it ! making this a series, by the way, was the surprise i was talking about lol i didnt manage to interact with you a lot during the event as sometimes you didn’t see my asks and sometimes, i just disappeared. i’m sorry about that. maybe we could do better and text each other sometimes? you seem really sweet and nice and i really need someone who might get me back to stan bts properly :D anyways, i really hope you enjoyed this! merry early christmas, dear ! i hope you will have amazing days during this tough time !

xx nur

You hated him.

You didn’t even know why you hated him, but most important was that you hated him.

Who?

Jeon Jungkook.

His stupidly perfect face, his perfect and beautiful smile; you had so many things that people loved about him.

But at least you knew that you hated him, that was the most important part.

Until that one day you looked him straight into his eyes, suddenly felt this huge anger and you only wanted to kill him.

“You fucking bitch, I should have done this a long time ago”, he growled as he got closer to you. “I should have killed you before it was too late. But now… no one will save you from me.” His laugh was soft and sweet despite his angered tone and you had no idea why he spoke to you like this.

“What the hell did I do to you?”, you asked him, your voice was shaky as you really started to fear him. You hated him, yet you were scared of him in this one moment.

“You exist, that’s enough”, he said and then he was gone. You didn’t know what happened as Jungkook suddenly disappeared from in front of you; you didn’t even know where he was. Your body started shaking and you just sat down on the grass to breathe properly.

You had no idea what was going on or where Jungkook had disappeared to.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”, someone shouted over the huge field, you turned around to see your boyfriend Yugyeom coming towards you. He was dressed in his typical style, mostly black and the usual edgy boyfriend look he always had.

“Yeah, I am. What about you?”, you smiled up to him and he sat down next to you. Even though he always seemed like the tough man from campus but you knew better.

“Bored and tired. You wanna skip class?”, he asked you and you hit him laughing.

“You dumbass, why would you do that?”, you asked him and he only shrugged, pulling your head on his lap, softly stroking over your head.

“Because I’d rather spend my time with my beautiful and sweet girlfriend than be stuck in that disgusting classroom. Come on, please”, he was pouting and you laughed at the way he was trying to convince you. “We only have that one last class left anyway; it won’t hurt to skip once.”

“Alright, fine”, you laughed and closed your eyes as you enjoyed the sun shining down on your face.

“Come on, let’s go! I wanna go home”, he grinned and pulled you up to go out of campus. You shook your head to the exit of your university. As it was a warm spring day, you tried to convince your boyfriend not to go home but to one of your favorite spots in South Korea’s capital Seoul.

“Why do you wanna go there now? Can’t we just go home?”, he pouted.

“Because I haven’t been there for a while now! Also, don’t pretend like you don’t like it there”, you told him and grinned as he rolled his eyes, nodding.

“Alright, let’s go then”, he agreed and you put your hands on his cheeks, squeezing them before you planted a kiss on his pouty lips.

You went to the closest bus station that would lead you to the beautiful nature and calming space. You couldn’t understand why Yugyeom suddenly didn’t want to go there anymore since he always went there with you.

As your bus finally arrived, he took your hand and pulled you inside, taking out a facemask to cover up his face. You boyfriend was pretty known around as he was handsome and talented in his dance. Yugyeom loved to post some of his current projects on social media where he was known by a big fandom.

Obviously, he had to cover up his face and he handed you a mask over as well.

“Are you okay?”, you asked him and looked up on him. You kind of were worried that he really only wanted to go home because he wasn’t feeling well.

“Yes, I am. Why shouldn’t I be?”, he asked you and you shook your head as you smiled.

“No, it’s just… I didn’t want to force you to come with me. Don’t think that please, I thought it would be nice to get out of the busy city. We can go back if you don’t want to go”, you told him, slightly feeling bad that you forced him to go with you.

“You didn’t force me or anything, my love. Don’t worry, I’m okay. I just thought we would simply go home and watch a movie, order food or just sleep”, he explained and you sighed.

“Okay… but we’ll go home whenever you want to, yeah?”, you asked him and he hummed before he pulled you closer to himself, as you leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and trying to relax. Somehow your boyfriend’s presence couldn’t calm you down as you started to think about your random anger towards Jungkook. You still didn’t understand what happened or why it happened.

Once your bus finally arrived at Namsan, the place you two were heading to.

“If we’re already here, let’s take some pics”, he grinned and handed you his phone, making you laugh out happily. Yugyeom really knew how to distract you. Yugyeom really was a handsome man. He didn’t have to try much and was looking good.

“Come on, there is a small bistro and I’m hungry”, you told him as you handed him his phone back. Yugyeom kissed you on your forehead before taking your hand again and taking you there. You both ordered simple ramen and waited for the food to arrive.

“Well, well, well. If that isn’t sweet Y/N and your dearest boyfriend. What are you guys doing here instead of going to your classes?”, someone asked you two. You turned around and looked up to Jungkook and a few other people you knew from university.

“That’s none of your business”, Yugyeom literally growled and got up.

“Calm down Kim, not everything is about you. This time we’re here because of sweet Y/N”, one of Jungkook’s companions said, putting his fingers on Yugyeom’s forehead and the young man collapsed right into his arms. You let out a scream as Yugyeom lost his consciousness. Only a few seconds later, you also lost your consciousness as the boy put his fingers on your forehead.

You woke up in an unknown room. You felt scared for a second so you sat up and looked around. It seemed like a normal room, not a hospital or anything else.

“Why the hell are you awake already? You shouldn’t wake up before I make you wake up”, someone murmured making you jolt up. It was the same guy who made Yugyeom to lose his consciousness.

“Who are you? Where is Yugyeom? What did you do to him?”, you screamed, suddenly you were furious. The anger you felt towards a boy you never met was driving you crazy and you quickly got up. Then you just attacked him.

The boy quickly pinned you down on the ground, making your groan in pain but your hatred made you feel stronger and you quickly turned the guy around and punched him a right hook. He groaned in pain as he felt how strong you actually were.

“Fuck you, how can you be stronger than I am?”, the young man said before someone started laughing.

“I’m wondering that, too. How can be this little girl so much stronger than you, hyung?”, you looked up as Jungkook started talking again. “She really hit you that hard that you started bleeding.” He laughed again and shook his head, getting closer to pull you up. You started to fight against his strong grip on your arm but it was useless; compared to Jungkook, the other guy was weaker.

“Come on hyung, that was funny”, he laughed and softly patted the elder’s head as he still tried to hold you back from Jimin easily with only one hand. You slowly grew tired and stopped fighting.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

The small room started being filled with more and more guys and you looked around terrified at all the unknown faces.

“Our dearest Y/N is one of them”, Jungkook announced. “She probably didn’t know herself. Did you, Y/N?”

“W-what? I don’t k-know what you’re talking about”, you stuttered. You really had no idea what Jungkook was talking about.

“Cute. You really didn’t know that you are one of Aphrodite’s children?”, he asked you and you almost choked on your spit as he said that. Then you started laughing.

“Aphrodite’s children?”, you laughed and shook your head. “Good joke. Now tell me why the hell you brought me to wherever we are right now.”

“It wasn’t a joke, though. I’m dead serious. You are one of Aphrodite’s children. Just like we are Poseidon’s children. We all are practically half-gods. You, too”, he explained and you shook your head.

“You’re delusional. You’re… You’re fucking crazy. Let me fucking go, you asshole. I want to go home”, you told him and tried to get away from Jungkook’s tight grip on your arm. He was stubborn and didn’t let go, he was much stronger than the guy who you first saw when you woke up.

“It’s all the truth, Y/N. It’s your blood that made me understand who you are”, he explained. “When Jimin hyung made you lose your consciousness, you still were able to get your consciousness back rather quickly. No one besides Aphrodite’s children are able to do that. They are rare but the strongest. However, you really want to tell me, you don’t know anything about your true self?”

“I don’t! For god’s sake, I fucking don’t know!”, you yelled, you started to get furious again. You didn’t know why you suddenly grew more impatient and were so aggressive towards the guys in the room. None of them besides Jungkook and Jimin had talked before.

“That’s enough, Jungkook. Don’t pressure her anymore. She should rest and I will talk to her later”, one of the guys said, you immediately looked at him and your features softened at his calming voice.

“But hyung” – “No but’s, Jungkook. Everyone gets the hell out of this room and let her rest. Or I promise you, it will not end up well”, the guy said and pushed everyone out of the room. Before he left, he added a “Please, sleep a little more. Anger isn’t the best for you to feel as it puts us in danger. I will wake you up for dinner.”

“Can I maybe know your name?”, you asked him and he nodded as he introduced himself:

“I’m Seokjin. Sleep well, Y/N”, he said before he left and closed the door.

You sighed as you looked around the room before you sat down on the bed. You didn’t know where you were or how to get out. So, you just laid down and soon, you fell asleep.

As you woke up again, you weren’t alone. Someone was kneeling right next to you, you jolted up from the bed, covering your body up even though you knew you were still completely dressed.

“What’s going on?”, you asked the girl and scooted away when she tried to touch you.

“Nothing, I’m just checking up on you”, she answered. You backed away as she tried to touch your forehead again.

“Leave me alone. I don’t even know you”, your voice was shaky and you tried to get away from the girl as much as possible. But then of course the bed had an end. You had no space to escape anymore.

“Hey, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you or make you lose your consciousness like Jimin that idiot did. I’m his twin sister, Areum. I only want to check up on you. Will you let me touch your forehead for a second? It won’t hurt, sweetie”, she said and smiled at you softly. You immediately found her comforting and felt safe around her.

“Okay”, you said, still a little unsure. She smiled a little brighter and quickly put her fingers on your forehead. A soft warmth went through your body and you felt happier for a moment. That feeling left you as Areum pulled her fingers away from your forehead.

“Good, you’re doing well. I’m glad about that. Also, I’m going to kick my brother’s ass for using his powers for something as useless as making you lose your consciousness. That’s just… wrong in any kind of way”, Areum started babbling and you laughed as she rather was talking to herself than to you.

“Anyway, what’s your name? My brother nor my dumb cousins didn’t tell me”, she pouted and you smiled as you introduced yourself.

“Can you tell me what is going on here? I only remember how Jimin made Yugyeom lose his consciousness… wait… Yugyeom! Is he okay?”, you asked panicked.

“Don’t worry. He is alright. I just came from his room. You got one handsome boyfriend over there”, Areum grinned. You blushed a little.

“Can I see him? Or am I not allowed to leave this room?”, you asked her and she nodded.

“You can go. I’ll keep my brother and cousins away from you two”, she gave you her approval and you immediately got up and started running before you confusedly had to stop. You didn’t even ask where Yugyeom’s room was.

“Right next to you”, you got scared as someone suddenly stood behind you and you turned around. You saw Jungkook standing there, chuckling at the way you flinched.

“You really need to train your senses. That way you will be able to know that someone is right behind you. I’m surprised that you survived until now without having the proper senses to know you have your enemy right behind your back”, he told you.

“Your sweet boyfriend is right there. But I would recommend you to find out, if you can really trust him”, Jungkook said and smiled then softly.

“What do you mean?”, you asked him confusedly but he didn’t answer you. He just disappeared and your eyes weren’t even able to follow him, he was that quick. You couldn’t comprehend how quick he was.

You didn’t think any more of it and only entered the room Jungkook told you your boyfriend was in.

“Hey, baby”, he smiled and put his phone away to open up his arms. “Come here, I missed you.”

You giggled and smiled, jumping up on the bed; he immediately hugged you tightly, inhaling your scent as if he was scared to lose you.

“I was so scared”, he mumbled. “I thought, I wouldn’t see you ever again. I was so, so scared.” Yugyeom didn’t let you go. He was holding you so tightly, that you were scared he would crush your bones.

“Yug… please, you’re holding me too tightly”, you said as you tried to breathe in properly.

“Sorry, I just missed you. I thought they did something to you and I was so worried”, you smiled brightly and turned around, pecking his lips over and over again. “I was so scared.”

“Don’t worry, I’m okay”, you reassured him. “They told me I would be one of Aphrodite’s children but… I don’t know what they mean. Do you have any idea?”

“W-what? No, I have no idea what they possibly could mean”, he stuttered but you didn’t notice it.

“Okay… I’ll just ask Areum later”, you smiled and put your head on his chest, trying to relax.

“No… we should get the hell out of here. I don’t trust Jungkook or his family so we need to get out of here”, he insisted, started talking to convince you of how much of a bad feeling he had about Jungkook and his family.

“Alright, let’s go”, you smiled and got up from the bed; he followed you quickly after.

“Where do you think you’re going?”, Jungkook suddenly appeared in front of you again, scaring you once again.

“Out of here? I have my own home”, you told him confused, chuckling at his dumb question. “You didn’t think I would stay here, right?”

“I didn’t think so, I decided it myself. You’re staying here”, Jungkook said, not caring a little about what you had just told him. You couldn’t believe him; you were so mad suddenly and you simply couldn’t control your anger.

“Hey, calm down. I don’t want to get another right hook from you. You might not have trained your senses yet but you’re still stronger than me. That’s exactly why you have to stay here. You can’t even control yourself when I say something that you don’t like. I don’t even want to imagine what happens if anyone hurts you in some way”, Jungkook explained and you understood what he meant. Slowly, you calmed a bit down.

“Good… now you can go, you lying ass”, Jungkook said, directed to Yugyeom.

“I’m not leaving her alone with you”, Yugyeom almost started fighting Jungkook as he was called a ‘lying ass’.

“What do you mean?”, you interrupted them, looking at Yugyeom first, then at Jungkook. “What are you trying to tell me? You told me to be careful if I can trust him, now you call him a liar?! What is your problem, Jungkook?!”

“He is my problem. You have no idea what he is. He is one of those assholes, he is one of Apollo’s sons and is only using you to survive! No one dares to lay a hand on you so he uses you as his protection!”, Jungkook’s voice was loud and he was definitely mad.

“What? Yugyeom… is that true?”, you asked your boyfriend as you couldn’t believe what you just heard. Was Yugyeom really using you for protection only?

“No! Of course, it isn’t true! Yes, I might be a son Apollo’s but I am nothing like my family!”, he defended himself and grabbed your hand. “It is definitely not true!”

“Don’t believe him, Y/N. He’s been lying all the time to you. Why do you think is he trying to get you out of here? He is trying to keep you away from us! But you have to believe me! I usually never am like this but I am fucking begging you to stay the fuck away from him!”

You had no idea why but suddenly you believed him. There was this warm feeling inside of you again, just the same feeling as Areum had put her fingers on your forehead, as you heard his words. They just seemed so right to you.

“Do you believe me?”, he asked you, he was desperate at this point. You smiled brightly and nodded.

“Yes, I believe you”, you answered him. “I believe you, Jeon Jungkook. I don’t know why, but your words… they just seem so right. It is just the best feeling I’ve had in my whole life. I don’t know what this is.”

“You’re a truthteller. You can sense lies. Focus a bit. Now, dear Yugyeom. Do you have something to tell your girlfriend?” Jungkook seemed confident, he knew exactly that Yugyeom was lying.

Suddenly, he was gone. It felt like less than a second where Yugyeom had disappeared but soon was brought back when you blinked once.

“You’re quick, but I’m faster, you asshole. Now tell your beautiful girlfriend what bullshit you pulled off with her”, Jungkook smiled. He was so sure of himself and the fact that you were used for Yugyeom’s protection.

“Fuck, okay, I used you for my own protection! Yes, I did that. But I never lied about how I felt about you, Y/N. I love you and this is the fucking truth!”, he was practically yelling and you felt the comforting warmth in your body as you heard those words.

“He is telling the truth”, you said and sighed. Jungkook scoffed only.

“But that means you knew who I was. You knew that I was one of… you. But still, you didn’t tell me. I was walking in the dark, not knowing my real identity. Why didn’t you tell me? Why?!”, you asked him desperately.

“I couldn’t tell you! My parents forbid me to talk to you about it!”, he tried to explain himself but this time, he forgot about the fact that you could feel it in your bones when someone lied to you.

“You’re lying. You could tell me. You could have told me. But you didn’t”, you couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to lie to you. That’s when you realized something else. “Did you just say your parents?”

“No… well, yes, I said my parents but I meant my uncle and aunt. Because… you know they took care of me when my parents- “

“Don’t fucking lie to me anymore!”, you screamed. “Stop lying!”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, but I have to go”, Yugyeom said and disappeared again. This time, Jungkook didn’t move.

“I’m sorry that your boyfriend is a lying asshole”, he said and softly stroked over your cheek with his thumb. You couldn’t help but smile at his soft action.

“Why are you sorry? I’m all right, I’m just surprised that he actually did this whole thing but never said anything… he could’ve told me. I would’ve tried to kept it a secret, of course. Why would I say something like this to anyone else and put them in danger?”, you tried to understand Yugyeom but you had no argument that would make you understand his lies.

“I don’t know… you didn’t deserve this bullshit”, Jungkook just shrugged and sighed then. “We should get downstairs. Hoseok is probably already waiting for you.”

“Wait, who is waiting for me and why?”, you asked him confusedly, tried to hold him back when he had grabbed your hand and was leading you to some sort of studio.

“Hobi, one of my cousins. He will help you train your senses and powers. Believe me, he will get you to the point where you’ll be able to notice me from a mile away. He’s really good at what he does and he is a happy pill so you won’t get bored with him”, Jungkook explained and continued pulling you downstairs. He was leading you down to some kind of studio, at first glance, you thought it was a dance studio.

“Hello there, Y/N. I‘m Hoseok. It’s very nice to finally meet one of Aphrodite’s children”, he introduced himself. His words kind of offended you as you didn’t want to be reduced to your identity as one of the rare Aphrodite’s children.

“Don’t call me that. I’m more than just one of her children”, you fought back.

“Alright, dear. I didn’t want to offend you in any way. But as Jungkook probably already told you, I will be training your senses and powers.” He looked up to Jungkook. “What are you still doing here? Get the hell out of here”, Hoseok raised his hand and suddenly, Jungkook was moving backwards.

“H-hyung! Stop, alright, I’ll leave!”, Jungkook was already yelling at the older man and Hoseok only laughed. He lowered his hand and Jungkook stopped walking backwards. The younger boy disappeared within a single second.

“Damn, that was nice. Am I able to do that, too?”, you asked Hoseok, already feeling comfortable around the boy.

“Sadly, I don’t know that yet. I will have to find out but it might take a while. It could’ve been easier if your boyfriend didn’t run away because seems like, he can tell other’s powers”, Hoseok explained.

“What do you mean? Everyone has different powers? Why is that?”, you asked him confusedly.

“We don’t know why every single half-god has another power and different one, even if we’re from the same god. It just is a thing which happens by chance. But don’t worry, your powers will show themselves soon. You have to know that you can run faster, you’re stronger and that you’re healing quicker than normal humans. Maybe you have noticed that you never broke your arm or any other bone completely? Or the fact that your wounds closed quicker than those of other’s?“

“I didn’t know that”, you said. “I guess, I never noticed it.” Within the next second, you screamed out in pain as Hoseok cut your arm with a small knife. “What the fuck?!”

“Don’t get mad. Just watch”, he smiled and pointed at the now already closing wound. You were surprised as the wound was completely gone within the next few seconds. “See? This is just so normal. Your cells regenerate quicker than those of normal human, so your wounds close just as quick.”

“Tell me more, please. I don’t know anything about all this; it’s just so new for me”, you asked him.

“Alright then… I’m not much of the history guy, that’s Namjoon, so you’ll have to ask him later. I can tell you a little about the whole history and how the half-gods were created”, Hoseok smiled softly.

“Do you know the story of Helena and Paris?”, he asked you first. You shook your head, only knowing the names of those two persons in the Greek mythology but not their story.

“Summing up, Helena was the wife of Menelaos. But she fell in love with Paris. So, she ran away with him. Ran away with Paris and after her an army with Menelaos’ men. Helena was Zeus’ and Leda’s child, which made her Aphrodite’s sister. She ran away with him, not caring about the fact that she was putting a child in danger.

Later when she found out that she was pregnant, she was not accepted by the city she tried to hide as she was known as Menelaos’ wife and was expecting Paris’ child. She was protected and saved by her sister, Aphrodite. Aphrodite brought her to Paris, telling him about the child. To protect her niece, she gave Helena the Cestus, her necklace which would protect them both.

Helena gave birth to a beautiful girl. She was just as beautiful as her mother was and just as beautiful as her aunt was. Aphrodite made sure that all descendants of Helena would look just alike her and that it would be all girls. This is why you are rare. You have no one besides your mother and maybe your grandmother. You guys are so rare that I am surprised that Yugyeom managed to find you. But Jungkook was right with one thing: he only used you. Those who are descendants of Aphrodite are so special and important; you guys keep the emotion love alive.

As the city Helena tried to find comfort at attacked her, Aphrodite cursed them that if anything would happen to any of you, love, affection, it would all disappear from this world. No one would dare to hurt you. And we don’t intend on doing that”, he explained everything briefly.

“And why was there this anger and hatred I felt towards Jungkook whenever I saw him and why don’t I attack you anymore like I did before?”

“Honestly, I don’t know either. The hatred and anger start off with the murders that happened during the war for Helena but Namjoon will tell you more about this, I promise. I’m not much into history”, he chuckled lightly.

“That’s… a lot to process”, you sighed and shook your head. “So, it’s important that I stay safe. How can I trust you all? I don’t even know you.”

“You have no other choice, dear. You need to trust us”, Hoseok simply said, as if trusting someone you used to hate was the easiest thing. It wasn’t. But did you have another chance? No. That was what Hoseok told you and you knew he was telling the truth. You felt it deep in your heart.

You had to trust him or there wouldn’t be something called ‘love’ in this world anymore.

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koko-bopp · 4 years

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Selfless

mark tuan x male!reader

word count - 1.5K

genre - non idol!au | angst-ish? | fluff | friends to lovers

contains - bisexual!mark, unrequited love?, self-doubt, happy ending.

I also had to change the ending upon the request, I just didn't know how I was going realistically paint the ending so I had to cut out the last part. Seoyoon wasn’t emotionally harmed in the making of this fic.

synopsis - You care for your friends more than anything, so when your best friend asks you to ask out Mark Tuan on her behalf, you do just that, because she’s your best friend; even if you have one big crush on Mark Tuan. Maybe you’re just too selfless sometimes/

"Seoyoon," you frowned. It was more of a pout with a whine, but you continued, "Why can't you do it?"

"Awe! C'mon, please, just think of it as a favour," Seoyoon begged, she was holding your hand and shaking it. You guys were at the shopping center, ready to exit the food court with Boba tea and macarons. She stepped in front of you, shaking your hand once again, but literally shaking like shaking a tin, she began pouting harder, “Please, you’re better friends with him than me, can you just ask him if he likes me or something? Initiate something? Pretty please, [Y/N].”

It was kinda funny, you and Seoyoon have been mistaken as a couple more times than you can count, you two once jokingly acted like a couple just to get the discount on Valentine’s day at the pancake parlour. But, Seoyoon has a crush on Mark, and unknown to her, you have a crush on him too.

But you’ve hidden it from her for a while, even though you’ve liked him for much longer, you kinda just ignored that side of your emotions for the sake of your friend. She doesn’t know either, so you don’t have any bad blood for her, it’s just a little bit... inconvenient.. but the friendship you have with the woman matters more to you than some boy; even if it’s Mark Tuan.

You sighed for a moment, blinking away from your friend who was making pleading eye contact with you, “... Yoon, I don’t know, isn’t it a bit weird for me to ask?”

“Please, [N/N]?" She tried one last time, her blonde hair bouncing as she turned left and right in her spot, the shimmery eyeshadow on her eyelids being more seen as her bangs moved away from her eyes, "I'll buy pizza for our, what? Eighth–?"

"Ninth," You chuckled, interrupting, but ultimately letting her continue.

"Ninth, Haikyuu marathon, okay?" She chimed, brining up her fifth finger, "Pinky promise."

You scoffed with a defeated grin in your face, "Pinky promise," you say, wrapping your pinky finger around hers.

She seemed sufficed with your answer, smiling in glee as she wrapped her arm around yours as you two exited the food court. She rested her head on your shoulder, bringing the straw of her Boba tea to her lips, "Thank you, [Y/N]. I really appreciate it," she added.

"Of course," you said, and she didn't notice the small yet saddened frown on your lips.

-`.°

"Hey, Mark," you grinned, walking into your friend's room. He had his books scattered across his bed a highlighter sitting on his ear and typing away on his phone with a fruit roll-up sticking out from his mouth like a dragon's tongue.

He looked up at you, at first out of curiosity; wondering who was entering his room, then went into panic-mode; to quickly chew and swallow the roll-up while moving the books on his desk. He wasn't expecting you, clearly; you come over to see the guys every so often, but it was close to ten at night, you'd usually let Jaebeom know you're coming over and then Jaebeom would let him know that you're coming over. You probably came on short notice.

You could help but laugh gently at his behaviour, before coming inside and sitting on the space he'd made for you on his bed. He'd even crossed his legs to allow you to take as much room as you wish. He smiled awkwardly, picking up his phone then setting it back down, "What's up? You're, er, do you need something?"

You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Not really, I just wanted to see you."

You two were never really alone together, now that you think about it. Maybe that one time at the bar; you said you'd watch everyone's stuff and Mark had said that he didn't want you to be all by yourself, so you two kind of just enjoyed each other's company. Or maybe that time where Mark was cooking eggs in the kitchen and you'd come up behind him to observe, you'd accidentally slept over during a movie marathon and Mark had told you that you could sleep in his bed; poor boy slept on the couch, you felt so bad.

"You wanted to see me?" Mark repeated, a bit of shock in his voice, "What, like, out of the goodness of your heart?"

You turned to him a bit more, taking your feet off the floor so you were fully facing him, your legs crossed as you shrugged, "I mean, it's a mix between wanting to see you and needing to talk to you.."

Mark blinked for a moment, then leaned in a bit, folding his arms by placing them on his knees, "Ight, go on. I'm all ears."

Why was he so handsome? He wasn't even trying; a simple dull-navy hoodie with sweatpants, he was wearing socks but one of them were slipping off his heel, his hair was a mess— a good mess, like the kind you wanna ruffle more to make it a bigger mess then just comb your hair through it just for fun? There was a scrunchie on his wrist too, Yugyeom probably gave it to him just to get his hair out of his face while he studied.

You realised you were staring, and Mark was looking at you patiently. You fought back at your own snicker your own thoughts. You're doing this for Seoyoon, you told yourself. "Mark, you're single, right?"

Oh my god, the day is finally here, Mark bought himself closer to you, his eyes bright in anticipation, "Yes. Yes, I am."

You gulped. This is for your best friend, you reminded yourself, "Are you.. interested in anyone right now?" You asked.

Mark grinned, "Yes. Yes, I am."

"Oh," you mumble. Your heart kind of sank a little. Of course he did, there's probably a dozen people out there worth his time. Maybe it's still worth a shot, though, "You do? You do. I mean, of course you do, you're a catch, somebody would've definitely have caught your interest—"

Mark moved his head a little, making a stretched-out version of the sound you make when you burn yourself, practically correcting your claim, but ultimately interrupting you, "—Yeah, well, this person; I gotta tell you. Immaculate. Everything I could hope for in a human."

"Mark," you said, the little ping of sadness in your voice being noticed by yourself, but you were hoping it wasn't noticed by the man in front of you. "This is stupid," You mumble out loud, but to yourself. Part of you knew you probably wouldn't have been able to do this anyway, but you tried your best and you knew Seoyoon would understand. You stand up, indicating your aim to leave, but turn to Mark before you do so, "..Sorry.. I should go."

"[Y/N], hold on a second, why– what's wrong?" Mark gets up too, verbally stopping you from exiting the room.

You cross your arms over your cheat, looking down at the floor. You were hesitant to talk, but you felt Mark ease his way closer to you, a comfortable distance but you wouldn't mind if he came closer.

This isn't about me, you reminded yourself. You huff, "Seoyoon has a crush on you, and you know, me being a bit closer to you than her, I just wanted to know if maybe you're interested in her."

Mark's expression dropped. He was practically frowning at the answer, it wasn't what he was looking for. Sure, he admired Seoyoon, respected her as an individual and would even call her his friend, but your answer wasn't what he was looking for. Mark finally spoke; "You don't.. You don't like me?"

Your eyes shot up, "What? No, of course I like you, you're a great guy and–"

"—I mean, like-like. You don't have a crush on me?"

You paused, "I'm not here for me, Mark."

"Okay. But I like you, [Y/N]. I've literally liked you for so long," Mark asserted. He really did, and it disappointed him beyond belief when you revealed your intentions, "I thought that maybe you were here to say that you like me too.."

You were suprised without a doubt, but you didn’t feel as though it was right to express your honest thoughts, part of you told you that you’d be selfish by doing so.

Mark took another step forward, taking your hands out of the fold, holding them softly while leaning his head down a bit to get you to look at him properly, “Stop being so selfless for a second. Just.. tell me; do you like me too?”

You nodded, still trying to avoid looking at him, “Yeah. I like you too,” It was just above a whisper, but you knew Mark could hear it.

“I’ll talk to Seoyoon, [Y/N]. She’ll understand. Seoyoon’s passionate, but she puts you before herself too,” Mark suggests and explains. He’s not wrong either. Mark placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head up to have you lock eyes with him. “I like you, [Y/N].”

You smiled softly at Mark, caressing your thumb on his hand, “I like you too.”

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sxfterhearts · 4 years

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40. [8:59 am]

➳ pairing: mark x reader

➳ genre/warnings: fluff, coffeeshop!au, barista!mark, side!jackson,yugyeom (being silly)

➳ word count: 2,038 words

➳ summary: “I made this for you”

➳ author's note: for @strxwberri-milk 💖 i truly truly appreciate you!!! :”) and thank you for indulging me with your story hehe i hope something similar to this happens to you 🤭

➳ inspired by: (no one asked but) the bookstore in hear, here!!

You were early.

On regular meetups with your friends or even your dreadful 9ams, you would be running at least fifteen minutes behind schedule.

Today, however, you were early.

Therefore it goes without saying that meeting your Chemistry lab partner in the café he worked at to discuss your upcoming report was anything but a regular meetup, especially because said lab partner is none other than Mark Tuan, also known as the intelligent, introverted shooting guard who mostly stuck to and looked after his group of six other basketball jocks. Or your crush for the academic year, for short.

Taking in a nervous breath of air, you reached for your phone and began to type.

[08:59] Me: Hey, I got here early. I’ll go inside first and save us a spot.

Your feet tapped against the pavement as you stood beyond the café doors, your fingers gliding across the screen as you began typing another text to describe your outfit, just in case he couldn’t spot you amongst the sea of café patrons. It’s busy on Saturday mornings anyway, you rationalised your decision to double text, who cares, right?

[09:00] Mark: Yellow jumper and white Converse??

He had beat you to it. Your fingers halted its motions, staring intently at the panic-inducing typing bubble.

[09:00] Mark: I like your outfit :)

[09:00] Mark: And good morning!!!

It took all the self-control you had within yourself to not jump into a little happy dance right in the middle of the street. Calm down, Y/N, your inner voice rang clearly through your fuzzy thoughts, it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t overread his texts. Don’t overthink. Don’t –

“So,” A deep mellifluous voice broke you out of your daydream, its owner’s head poking out of the doors with his signature charming smile as an invitation. “Are you going to come in?” Your ears not failing to pick up the slightly teasing lilt in his tone. “Or are you going to stand there?”

For a few moments, you slowly tilted your head up, staring at Mark with a mildly shocked expression. Mark, with his fluffy permed hair and neat barista outfit, a white button up, black apron and a tiny bowtie around his neck. Mark, holding the door open for you, welcoming you into the humble establishment with a guiding hand. “Ah, Mark. Hi.” The words awkwardly stumbled out of your lips as you stepped inside. “Thank you.”

It felt like you were stepping into another universe, eons away from the quiet neighbourhood beyond the double doors. The café was situated a distance away from your home, hence why you never visited until now, despite many of your classmates’ recommendations of the café for group study sessions. Being more of a library person yourself, you couldn’t imagine being able to focus in a place where customers were constantly entering and leaving, and people were allowed to talk over one another.

This café, you realised, was different. Its white-bricked walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of novels, with colourful volumes of all shapes and sizes on display. Most patrons seemed to be preoccupied with their own reading or chatting quietly amongst themselves, mindful to not disturb or distract others with loud noises. The atmosphere was peaceful; serene. The only audible sounds were the rhythmic whirring of the coffee grinder or the low whistle of the milk steamer, which didn’t bother you at all.

“What can I get you, Y/N?” Mark asked in a practiced manner. You followed him deeper into the café and admired its interior, which strongly resembled a bookstore. While you were busy perusing the selection of CDs behind the counter, you felt a clipboard being thrusted into your hands. It was the menu. “Should I choose instead? It’ll be a surprise.” He offered, noticing how your eyes glanced over the paper repeatedly, never settling on a single item.

“Yes, please.” You were simply spoilt for choice – there were one, two, three, eight choices of coffee beans and over ten varieties of tea! “I’m not picky. I like coffee and sweet things.”

“Breakfast?” Mark asked. You shook your head. “Leave it to the capable hands of the experienced barista. Go take a seat at the table by the window, I’ll join you real soon.”

Heeding his words, you made your way towards the French windows, but not before browsing through a table full of literary classics. As you sat down, you decided that this quaint little book café was not a bad place to study after all.

Which reminded you, you made the thirty-minute commute here to discuss the results from your Chemistry experiment. Pulling out your notebook, your chest was filled with the same pang of disappointment as yesterday when you found out Mark left early for an away game and was unable to join you for the experiment. He sent you a text full of apologies and pleading eyes emojis, the first one you received from him after exchanging numbers. It took you another three or four exchanges to realise that the real Mark was very different to the Mark you thought you knew. Who would’ve thought the boy you had only admired from afar, the one who always seemed to watch over his friends wordlessly, blending seamlessly into the background, would’ve been such an enthusiastic texter? He had thrown in a generous dash of emojis, a sprinkling of GIFs and one too many exclamation marks, which never failed to pull amused smiles out of you.

“Finally decided to change the flowers on that table, hyung?” A male voice questioned mockingly from behind a nearby bookshelf.

“About time he did…” Another voice chimed in.

“Shut up, Jackson, Yugyeom.” You heard footsteps approaching you and looked up from your neatly-drawn results table to catch a glimpse of the playful glare Mark shot at his co-workers-slash-best friends. You began to wonder whether your girl friends frequented this café due to the favourable ambience or the attractive baristas.

You gave him a little wave as Mark stood in front of you and set down the serving tray. Your eyes feasted on the stunning array of goodies it carried – a cappuccino with a stunning Rosetta pattern and heavy dusting of chocolate powder, two slices of chocolate mud cake, a plate full of scones, jam and cream, and a butter croissant. The small jar of fresh, seasonal blooms in the corner – roses, daisies, chrysanthemums, daffodils and buttercups in shades of white and yellow immediately drew your attention. They complemented the shade of your mustard jumper perfectly.

Mark carefully positioned the flowers on the table before offloading the rest of the tray’s contents. “Flowers for you, Miss Y/N.”

The more you were around him, the more he surprised you. You fought hard against the blossoming heat on the apples of your cheeks, reminding yourself again to not overthink his words. Perhaps he’s just like that with every girl he talks to, you figured, there is no way he’s flirting with me.

“Surprise!” Mark exclaimed, moving onto the seat directly opposite yours. “I got a little bit of everything, so I hope you brought your appetite with you. There’s our signature chocolate mud cake, super rich and moist, wonderful scones and homemade strawberry jam, and our flaky butter croissant. Oh! Here,” He pushed the large cup of coffee towards you. “I made this for you. Try it!”

His brown orbs sparkled and twinkled as he eagerly watched you pick up the hot beverage and place your lips on the cup. A strong whiff of fragrant aroma drifted into your nose as you took a sip, your tastebuds instantly flooded with the creamy deliciousness of the coffee. You may be biased, but it was undoubtedly the best coffee you’d ever had. “It’s really good!” You finally said after several long sips. “Why is it so good?” You wondered aloud to yourself.

“Because I made it with care and love.” Mark answered without missing a beat. Upon hearing his bold declaration, you halted all movements and simply stared at him, steadily swallowing your coffee and feeling the warm liquid travel down your throat. “It also helps that we only brew the finest coffee beans and use the highest quality, imported full cream milk. A matchmade in heaven, really, I – ” He paused, noticing your unwavering stare. “Sorry, am I boring you? It’s just that, I really do love my job and I love talking about it and I’ve also been told I talk too much when I’m nervous. Sorry.” Mark cringed, frowning apologetically while visibly shrinking into his chair.

“No! No, not at all. Don’t say sorry. Actually, I like hearing you talk. As in, you sound so passionate just then. It’s just, it’s nice to hear you talk?” You wanted to facepalm yourself. Perhaps you should just dig a hole in the ground and hide in it forever. At least that way you would never have to face him ever again.

“Is that so?” Mark sat up a bit straighter, the corner of his lips pulled into a wide, heart-stopping smile. The tiny pair of adorable canines poking out of his mouth were all too distracting. “Well, why don’t you dig into your breakfast while I run you through what I’ve done so far for the report? Try the croissant first, it’s a good one to start on, fluffy and light. Alright, I stole the titration results from Youngjae’s group and used it for the calculations.” He quickly pulled out a pile of papers from his apron’s pocket while you savoured the sweet pastry. You had to admit, you never expected Mark to get any work done after his game last night. His hardworking attitude and dedication amazed you. “I wrote out the hypothesis and the matching observations for each reaction, pretty straightforward. There’s also the equations at the other side of the page, here, along with the calculations. They were a bit of a pain and I am this close to finishing up but unfortunately there’s still two more left. I can finish it while you’re eating, though, no big – ”

“Mark,” You called amidst a small, polite mouthful of cake and a light giggle, pausing his lengthy monologue. “You’ve done so much already. Leave some work for me too! This is a group project, remember?”

“Ah, right. Sorry.” He apologised sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub against his neck, embarrassed. “I guess I just wanted to make it up to you. I feel really bad about leaving you alone yesterday, Y/N. I wish I was there, with you. I would choose to watch solutions turn purple with you over playing ball any day of the week.” Mark admitted sincerely.

“Why?” You breathed. Your brain had started to get ahead of itself and pieced together the clues he’d left. Apart from his voice and your drumming heartbeats, your ears blocked everything out.

“Because I want to spend time with you.”

“Like… right now?”

“Well – ”

“Hyung! Mark hyung! Hey,” Yugyeom came running towards your table in a hurry. “Sorry to interrupt your date but,”

“It’s not…” You started, your tone shy and your eyes refusing to meet Mark’s.

“Date, study date, whatever it’s called. Sorry, Y/N, but I have to steal Mark hyung for a moment.” Yugyeom turned towards said boy. “It’s an emergency. Jackson dropped an entire crate of teacups, they’re all broken.”

“He what?!”

“There was a bee, apparently! I don’t know, ask him! He got scared and freaked out.”

Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to bust out a string of profanities in front of you. Once he felt reasonably calmer, he faced you. “Forgive me, Y/N. I have to go clean up after a child. I’ll be back, okay? In the meantime, make sure you eat up.”

You nodded vigorously and motioned for him to go, understanding the urgency of the situation.

“I’ll bring you another coffee later!” Mark called over his shoulder, to which you responded with two thumbs up.

A date? You thought to yourself. I guess it is a date, after all… The sweetest of smiles brightened your face as you gazed fondly at the flowers, now viewing them in a new light.

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tuanyiems · 5 years

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The Space Between Your Fingers 12

Mark Tuan x OC Genre: Fluff, angst, slice of life Words: 4.1k [Masterlist] [Series Masterlist] - [RECAP] Mark glanced at her before looking away. The timing wasn’t right. “Umm…are you free after school today?” Ahnmi looked up, thinking, before nodding her head. “You want to come with me somewhere?” Although she was curious as to where, it didn’t look like Mark was going to explain further. She smiled anyways, her eyes meeting Mark’s. “I’d love to.” - Ch. 12: The Space Between Your Fingers Ahnmi fiddled with her seatbelt strap as she watched Mark shift the gear to reverse and backed out of his driveway. When she agreed to accompany him after school, she thought they would be going to the convenience store or the park. Where were they heading that needed a car to get them there? “You aren’t kidnapping me are you?” Ahnmi asked playfully, breaking Mark’s concentration. He chuckled, glancing at her with pleased eyes before looking back at the road. “And if I am?”

She giggled softly, watching Mark drive, one hand on the wheel and the other resting near the gear. Well, if he was, she didn’t mind. The first time she was in the car with him, she had fallen asleep too quickly. She hadn’t given him the appreciation he deserved. Turning her body slightly towards him, she let her eyes trail back up from his arm to his face, focusing on his pink, plump lips. “Ahnmi, you’re going to burn a hole in my face,” he muttered in his deep voice, eyes still on the road. Ahnmi turned the other way quickly, embarrassed at having been caught. She blushed, her fingers playing with the seatbelt strap more frantically, making Mark laugh. “W-Where are we going?” she stuttered, trying to clear the air of her embarrassment. “Someplace pretty,” was all he said. Ahnmi made a small pout, curiosity eating her up, but it was clear that Mark was not going to give up any more information so she resigned to staring out the window. She watched as the rows of houses dwindled as they entered the highway. She was kind of glad Mark was taking her somewhere far. In this small space with only her and Mark, she didn’t have to worry about offending people, didn’t have to worry about being a slut, or who or what she was supposed to stay away from. Mark had this wonderful ability to make her feel at ease without even having to say much. Just being there, in his world, in his quiet, Ahnmi felt safe. She felt happy. With these thoughts spinning in her head, Ahnmi turned back to look at Mark, this time a little more furtively. “Aren’t you tired? You just had a long day at school,” Ahnmi asked, breaking the silence. “I’m fine,” he answered. “I like driving. It’s nice to just sit and think while the world passes me by.” “Mm,” Ahnmi hummed, nodding her head. “Especially during this time,” he went on. “The world is beautiful around sunset.” Ahnmi nodded in agreement. He was right. The sun was spreading golden rays across the landscape before them, shining light and scattering shadows across the road. Her eyes widened as the layers of trees cleared, revealing a sparkling blanket of blue, reflecting the golden rays across the horizon like twinkling stars. “The sea!” Mark smiled widely at her exclamation. “Are we going to the beach?” Ahnmi asked, a little too eagerly. “Do you like it?” “I love the beach!” she answered, clapping her hands together softly in a quiet cheer. She only ever saw the beach with Yugyeom’s family and even then, it was only about once every two years. Seeing her excitement, Mark was pleased he decided on this impromptu trip. “I’m glad.” “Wow,” Ahnmi sighed, still in disbelief as the car approached the parking lot to the beach. “I can’t believe we’re at the beach…on a school day too.” Mark chuckled, patting her head endearingly as he unbuckled her seatbelt. “Come on, kiddo, let’s find a good spot to watch the sunset.” Ahnmi giggled giddily, nodding her head as she exited the car. “You’re amazing Mark,” she uttered close to him as they approached the soft, white sand. “Mark?” She grinned, grabbing hold of his arm playfully. “Mark Oppa!” He blushed, smiling as he looked straight ahead. Before he even realized it, he had grown used to being called Oppa. Feeling her hands on his biceps, he couldn’t help thinking back to their sleepover when Jackson flustered Ahnmi with his biceps. Now she was holding onto him so naturally. Mark wondered if he should be happy that Ahnmi was so close to him now or upset that she was no longer nervous. A part of him wished she was a little more nervous. “Is this a good spot?” Ahnmi asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. They were standing in the middle of the beach, just a couple of feet from the divide in color where the white sand met its wet, brown counterpart. Taking off his uniform, he laid out his shirt onto the sand for Ahnmi to sit on. She gasped as he was down to just a white tank top. “Won’t you get cold?” she asked with concern, biting her lower lip as her eyes trailed down to his bare arms. “Ah,” Mark muttered, his eyes brightening with an idea. He smiled before running back to the car. Ahnmi watched from her spot as Mark came back with the blanket he kept at the back of his car. He raised it triumphantly as he jogged back to her. Wrapping the blanket around himself, he wrapped his arm around Ahnmi, pulling her in close as he tucked the blanket around her as well. “There, now we’ll be nice and cozy,” he declared. Ahnmi nodded quietly, feeling her stomach flutter with his bare arm around her. They settled into quietness as they watched the sky begin to burn into an array of reds and oranges. Besides the occasional seagull, the only sound they could hear was of the ocean waves kissing the shoreline and each other’s steady breathing. Ahnmi took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Thanks for showing me this. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the sea.” Mark replied by squeezing her closer into his arm. “I had a feeling.” “A feeling?” “That you could use a breather.” Ahnmi stared out into the horizon. Was she so easy to read? She thought she had hidden her anxieties well. “What’s bothering you?” Mark finally asked. There was a long pause as Ahnmi tried to find the right words to say. Finally, she settled with, “It’s nothing important.” “You sure?” She sighed, her eyes trailing down to the sand. “I just wish…I could be more like you. Everyone likes you.” He chuckled, holding her tighter. When was Ahnmi going to get it into her head how popular she was at school? Even the art fundraiser that had the school literally lining up to meet her wasn’t enough to convince her. He wondered what could’ve led to Ahnmi thinking this way. Who had hurt her so much that she couldn’t believe in herself anymore? “I’m serious though,” Ahnmi whispered, lightly resting her head against him. “What should I change about myself?” “Nothing,” he immediately replied. “If the school heard you speaking like this, they would be really disappointed in you.” She twiddled her fingers together, wondering if she had said too much. She didn’t want to annoy Mark with her private worries, but what she had asked was her honesty speaking. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Mark sighed at the sound of her apology. “Don’t apologize, Ahnmi. Instead, listen to me and trust me. You are very much loved,” he spoke up calmly, his hand naturally finding its way to her hair. Ahnmi closed her eyes, feeling his fingers run through her hair. She was sure that the friends around her loved her. She loved them with all her heart too. But she knew for a fact that there were people who were also displeased with her and they were not shy about voicing it. She wanted to change herself quickly. She wanted to become a person that could exist without offending others. She wanted to just exist quietly in her world, but what if the locker incidents escalated? What if her existence were to harm the people she loved with all her heart? “Oppa,” she whispered, placing her hand over her head, above his own. “I’ve never felt more at home than here. I don’t want to move again.” “Don’t worry, Mi,” he whispered back, leaning his head gently against hers. She smiled at the nickname leaving his lips for the first time. “You’re not moving anywhere. You’re here to stay.” “Even if the rest of the world comes to hate me?” she muttered, gripping the blanket closer. “Even if the rest of the world comes to hate you, and that’s not going to happen, I’ll just become your world instead.” Mark bit his lip before continuing, feeling his palms go sweaty. “In this world, you’ll always be loved.” The two watched quietly as the sun made its descent into the horizon, leaving traces of orange, then pink, and then lavender hues across the sky. Feeling Mark’s calm heartbeat pulsing against her and his warm hands around her, Ahnmi couldn’t help feeling thankful. She wanted to sit there forever—Just her and Mark, in this world. In their world. But she knew in a few more minutes she would have to leave the safety of his arms and face the world that was anxious mornings and vandalized lockers. She would have to face the perpetrators eventually too. The very thought made her shudder. “Are you cold?” Mark spoke up, feeling her shiver against him. For a moment, Ahnmi considered telling him everything, but the sky was now darkening to a deep blue and she knew their world was slipping away from her. Instead, she shook her head and smiled at him. “Thanks for bringing me here.” He returned the smile. “Next time, we’ll play in the water.” Ahnmi grinned. She liked the idea of a next time. “Shall we head home now?” Ahnmi asked, despite not wanting to leave her seat in his warm arms. “Probably…we still have school tomorrow.” Reluctantly, the two got up and headed back to the car. And though she promised not to, Ahnmi fell asleep the whole way back. Mark glanced back at her, his hand slowly inching towards hers. After what felt like hours, he took in a breath and intertwined his fingers between hers. He wasn’t sure if he had done enough today. He had a feeling Ahnmi was still holding back a lot more than what she was telling everyone, but he was hoping that his efforts would be enough for the next day’s battles. He just wanted her to be happy. He just wanted her to know that she was never alone. He gave her hand a squeeze, holding her palm against his, the whole car ride home. The next day, Ahnmi woke up feeling a little bit braver. - Ahnmi blushed as she was greeted by Mark for their morning walk to school. Her fingers tingled and she found herself glancing back at his hands. She couldn’t explain how she was feeling. What was happening to her? She didn’t know. But the feeling of Mark’s fingers intertwining against hers lingered on her skin. It made her pulse race. He thought she was asleep when he held her hand during the car ride…and perhaps in a few more minutes she would have been…but the feeling of his hand on hers jolted her awake. She had kept her eyes closed out of surprise, not knowing how she would have reacted if she confronted him in that moment. And to be honest, a part of her wanted to keep holding his hand. She didn’t want the car ride to end, but what did that mean? Ahnmi didn’t understand herself and she certainly didn’t understand why Mark would do something like that. She had never felt this way before. So greeting Mark in the morning was confusing. She didn’t know what to do and clearly, acting as if nothing had happened was not possible. Suddenly, Mark’s hand reached for her face, making her heart race even faster. “Did you catch a cold?” he asked, looking at her with concern. “It wasa bit too cold to be visiting the beach, especially in the evening.” Ahnmi shook her head, taking a step back from his hand. “I’m fine. I feel better after the beach.” “Really? You’re a bit warm though.” She nodded her head. Letting it go, Mark took her school bag from her and the two began walking. “Are you excited for the festival?” Ahnmi asked, changing the subject. Mark shrugged. “Time passed by so quickly. I can’t believe it’s happening next week.” She nodded her head in agreement. “I can’t wait to see Yugyeom perform. He’s been hiding the choreography from me.” “Let’s go watch him together.” Ahnmi blushed, feeling shy for some reason. Even though they were together all the time in the mornings, being asked to spend time together during the festival sounded like a date. She tried to shake away the thought. She didn’t know why it even came to her in the first place. There was no way Mark intended for it to be one. She was just his friend’s cousin after all. Nothing more. As they reached the school gate, Ahnmi mentally prepared herself, flexing her fingers to make sure her hand was ready to move quickly. Just as they were approaching the shoe lockers, she caught sight of a fleeting figure rushing away from her locker. Chills ran down her spine as she stared at the now vacated hallway. Was that the person? “Hey,” Mark nudged her. He had already changed his shoes. “Why are you spacing?” “N-nothing,” she muttered. Ahnmi braced herself as she slowly opened her locker. With one eye opened, she was surprised to find her locker clean today. There was just a single, small white envelope sitting on top of her shoes. “What’s that?” Mark looked on curiously. She shrugged her shoulders, taking the envelope out. “Dear Ahnmi, I watched you quietly ever since you transferred to the school. I thought I could continue to cheer you on quietly, but as time wore on, my feelings just grew. Like you, I am very shy. Will you please do me the honor of a formal introduction? If yes, please meet me behind the school the day after the spring festival. Yours truly, Your Secret Admirer” Ahnmi blinked in disbelief. “Is this…?” “I-I guess so,” he stuttered back. Of course it was. He had experience in receiving love letters. Mark knew what a love letter looked like and this was it, but he didn’t want to believe it. He suddenly felt very protective of Ahnmi, as if he was just becoming aware of the many eyes that followed her. Without thinking, he stepped closer to her. “Are you going to do it?” he asked hesitantly. She looked back at him with doe eyes, clearly shocked and puzzled. “Should I?” Mark took the letter away, slipping it back into its envelope. “Let it sit for a while. You can think about it for a week before you decide.” She nodded her head quietly, watching Mark slip the letter into the side pocket of her school bag. “I’ve never received a letter like this before,” she confessed quietly. “How could someone like me?” He chuckled at her last statement, patting her head sweetly. “It’s like I told you yesterday. You’re pretty lovable, Mi.” Ahnmi felt herself go warm all over again as butterflies invaded her tummy. It was a different kind of flustered she was used to though. She couldn’t tell where the nervousness ended and the happiness began. It was just mixed all over, confusing and addicting all at once. And all because Mark had held her hand while she was supposedly sleeping? Grabbing her school bag from Mark, Ahnmi rushed to her classroom to get away from her source of confusion. Mark was Yugyeom’s friend…just her Sunbae…her neighbor. She was definitely just confusing the feelings of these new experiences with the feelings of a new and close friendship. Yeah, that was definitely it. Besides, there was no way Mark would ever feel that way towards her. The love he talked about was purely platonic. “Did you see a ghost in the hallway? Why are you running to your seat?” Youngjae asked in shock as Ahnmi quickly sat down. “Ah…y-yeah,” she muttered, still lost in her own thoughts. “Wait! You really saw a ghost?!” Youngjae shouted in disbelief, startling the classroom. As class 2B roared with fear and laughter about a sudden ghost, Ahnmi sat, muddled in her thoughts of Mark and this new admirer. - A week later, Ahnmi’s mind was no clearer. It was the middle of the night before festival day and Ahnmi stood leaning outside the house gate, staring across the street at Mark’s house. She tried to take in a deep breath of the cool night air, only to heave violently as her lungs constricted sharply. Perhaps it was her anxiety acting up but her asthma had randomly hit again and she was reminded of the pain she had almost forgotten. It snuck quietly in the evening after they had finished dinner. Ahnmi was just putting away her costume and props when it suddenly became hard to breathe. Her inhaler didn’t do much and though she tried to go to bed like usual, it became too painful to even lie down. Fresh air always helped a little, so Ahnmi had snuck out the house without Yugyeom and his family finding out. She hated worrying them, especially with the festival happening the next day. Yugyeom needed his rest and she knew that if he found out, he would be up with her all night. Ahnmi slid down to the ground, leaning her back on the gate as it became too hard to hold herself upright. To say she was stressed was an understatement. Ahnmi was close to tears. She didn’t think she would be, but she was actually more excited than nervous for the festival finally. After finalizing everyone’s time tables, her schedule had perfectly matched with Mark’s, leaving them enough time to see Yugyeom’s performance and visit a few more booths too. But here she was, instead of getting a good night’s rest, experiencing a familiar hell in her lungs that she hadn’t felt since before moving in with Yugyeom. Why did her lungs have to screw her over on such an important day? She didn’t even want to think of the admirer that was waiting for her after the festival. She still hadn’t decided on what to do about that. “Mi?” She glanced up at the figure in front of her. Mark looked back with furrowed brows. “Why are you out here?” he asked, taking a seat beside her. His question was answered by the sound of her soft wheezing. She shook her head, feeling too winded to talk. He rubbed her back, watching her quietly with concern. And Ahnmi was both embarrassed and comforted. Her mother used to rub her back just like this when she was younger. The ache in her spine from heaving always felt a little bit better with the warmth of loving hands rubbing over it. She smiled weakly at Mark. “Thanks—Oppa,” she whispered between breaths. “Should we go to the hospital?” he asked, slipping his free hand into hers. Shaking her head, Ahnmi squeezed his hand reassuringly. “It’s fine—This will—pass.” “How long have you been sitting out here? Why didn’t you wake Yugyeom? You should have called me. I would have kept you company.” She just shook her head. “Geez, Ahnmi. This is why everyone worries for you. You always suffer quietly. Don’t you know it only makes us even more worried?” “Sorry,” she muttered.

Sighing, he patted her head gently before returning back to rubbing her back. The sound of her breathing pained him. Her breaths were so quick and he could feel every wheeze violently shake her small frame. “This is a safe neighborhood but it’s still not safe for small girls to be sitting outside like this so late at night,” Mark mumbled. “Next time come over to my house and we can sit outside together. You know me, I’m always awake anyways.” Ahnmi shook her head again. She wanted to reply back to him. She knew he was scolding her out of concern, but she felt tired just thinking of trying to hold a conversation with him, and that annoyed her even more. She hated her lungs. Hated her sick body. Ahnmi rested her forehead against his shoulder, rubbing against him in frustration. “Oppa—I’m so—tired,” she whined in exhaustion. “Let’s go inside, try to sleep, huh?” he whispered. She nodded weakly against his shoulder, though she was reluctant to leave his side. But to her surprise, Mark pulled her into his arms and picked her up, bringing the both of them back into his house. And if Ahnmi weren’t so physically exhausted, she would have protested wildly against him but instead she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head over his shoulder as he carried her. And instead of feeling shy and embarrassed, she was just glad when he settled her on his bed. Glad when he tucked himself in beside her. Glad that his warm hands continued to rub her back until she was asleep and no longer aware of the pain in her lungs. The next morning, Ahnmi woke up feeling slightly better. The sound of her wheezing was now barely audible. She turned on her side to see Mark still fast asleep beside her. Ahnmi let her eyes wander over his sleeping disposition. She had never looked at Mark so closely before. He was sleeping so soundly; she didn’t have the heart to wake him up. It didn’t help that she was feeling very embarrassed about Mark witnessing her little episode. She wondered when he had fallen asleep. She hoped she hadn’t disturbed him too much. She knew Mark needed as much sleep as Yugyeom did for today. Quietly, she put her hand over his. It was a small attempt to wake him up but when he didn’t stir, she left her hand there, smoothing her thumb over his skin every so often. Ahnmi liked his hands. They were always there to comfort her when she needed him. Ahnmi leaned closer to Mark, observing his long eyelashes and his soft exhales. What was this feeling? Suddenly, Mark’s door flung open, waking the sleeping boy. Ahnmi quickly released his hand, falling out of bed in her shock. Meanwhile Yugyeom stood by the door huffing in exhaustion. “There you are! I was looking for you all morning!” He yelled. “Geez, Noona, if you’re gonna go off on your own at least bring your phone with you!”

Yugyeom stalked over to Ahnmi who was still staring up at him in shock. He tossed her phone onto her lap. “I have to head over to school early for setup. Don’t forget to bring your costume!” Ahnmi nodded her head slowly as she watched her younger cousin leave the house in a rush. Mark broke out into a chuckle, watching Ahnmi sit there at the floor of his bed. “You look like you got caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar.” Ahnmi turned to him with wide eyes. She wondered if he had felt her hand on his. She smiled at him sheepishly, figuring that he wouldn’t say anything about it even if he did. “Morning,” she finally croaked up. “I-I have to go get ready.” Mark sat up, reaching his arm out to help her up. When she took it, he pulled her back onto his bed. “How are you feeling?” Ahnmi chuckled shyly. “I’m fine. Sorry for bothering you on such a busy day.” He shook his head at her apology. “Should you go to school? Maybe you should stay home and rest.” She shook her head vehemently. “No. I-I really want to go.” Mark smiled softly at her determination. Though he was worried about her health, he was also glad to know she was looking forward to things in school. “Then, we should start getting ready, huh?” Ahnmi smiled brightly at his admission before heading back home to get ready. She thought he might’ve forced her to stay home but was relieved to know he wouldn’t. After spending late nights and early mornings with her classmates to prepare for the festival, she wanted to see their hard work come to life. It was the first time in a long time that Ahnmi was excited and looking forward to going to school and being with classmates. And despite her nervousness, she was ready to try her best and make memories with her classmates…with her friends. - Thanks for reading! This series updates ever Friday and Saturday 8PM EST.

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The Seventh Wedding

Part of the Thirsty Days of September series, a collaboration with @ijustwantacue. Find her version here!

It took Choi Youngjae seven weddings to fall in love with you.

Genre: Pure fluff.

Word Count: 15k+

Nobody knows how long it takes to fall in love. Some people think a few seconds is enough, others say it is a matter of weeks, while still others believe that you can’t really be in love until you’ve known the person for at least six months.

If you asked Choi Youngjae, he would tell you that it took him seven weddings.

Wedding Number One: Mark

The first time Youngjae saw you was at Mark’s wedding. It was a deliberately fancy affair considering that Mark had made a small fortune through his enterprising business and his wife to-be was equally rich. The young couple had spared no expense. They had hired an enormous outdoor garden locale which had stone fountains, lush beds of green, beautiful flower beds and a little river that flowed through it with a stone bridge.

In such a romantic place, almost anyone could be persuaded to fall in love.

Mark had reluctantly agreed to let Jackson be his best man. After all, the couple had only met due to Jackson’s convenient interference. It was at one of Jackson Wang’s wild and raving parties that Mark had first met the woman he would eventually grow to love and marry, which meant Jackson had been walking around with a puffed-out chest and a painfully arrogant attitude while telling anyone within earshot that he was responsible for this entire marriage. It was only amusing for the first two weeks. It got progressively more difficult as Jackson shirked even the most basic of his best man duties in order to stop and claim credit for the entire wedding.

While Jackson was constantly describing the magical moment when Mark’s and his fiancée’s eyes had first met to anyone that would listen, Jaebum and Jinyoung were running around on the morning of the wedding to make sure that everything was in place. Youngjae had been briefly yanked aside by Jaebum, who looked annoyed.

“Listen, I need you to take Jackson and go to the venue early,” Jaebum insisted.

Youngjae glanced doubtfully at Jackson. The man was on the phone, saying something along the lines of fate and knew it from the start while sounding extremely smug but Youngjae had heard the conversation a million times before.

“Me?” Youngjae whined reluctantly. He didn’t want to be stuck with Jackson while he was being so unbearable.

“It’s hard enough keeping the groom calm without this buffoon stomping uselessly about the place. It would be better to have Jackson go there and inflict himself on Mark’s guests. Besides, we need somebody to make sure that the arrangements at the venue are all right. I’ll send you a list of what should already be set up; the tables, the seating for the ceremony and the caterers van should be there. Oh! Also, the flower delivery guys should have finished by now so make sure they didn’t do a sloppy job.”

Youngjae looked at his friend with a pout. “Hyung…”

“Would you want us to slack off during your wedding?” Jaebum demanded sternly.

If I ever get married, Youngjae thought miserably. He was fairly confident that such a thing would never happen. Jaebum had a steady girlfriend and their nuptials would no doubt take place soon. Jinyoung had been in love with Jaebum’s sister for a while now, a badly hidden secret that they were all aware of except for poor Jaebum himself. Jackson and Bambam had girls swarming around them and no doubt sweet and friendly Yugyeom would find some nice girl to spend his life with.

Honestly, Youngjae was left feeling rather bitter about his future prospects.

“Fine, I’ll take Jackson-hyung and go to the venue,” he agreed. It took a lot of persuading to convince Jackson to get into the car. It was only when Youngjae pointed out that they could greet all the wedding guests themselves if they got there early that the best man agreed that it was a good idea. They drove down to the gardens where the staff were setting up tents. Caterers were bustling about the place with the vans parked to the side and everything was coming together nicely.

“There aren’t any guests here yet!” Jackson complained, looking at the rather deserted wedding venue. It was beautiful, but there was nobody except hired staff around. Understandable, since it was barely 7 am. The wedding didn’t start until 9. Youngjae looked down at the list of things to check that Jaebum had texted him.

“So hyung, we’re supposed to make sure the caterers are setting up in the right place and that the tents are all ready by 8 am because guests could start arriving and apparently the florists should have set up all the floral decorations already-“

Jackson looked disappointed. “Fine. I’ll go talk to the caterers. You go do… something.”

Youngjae sighed as Jackson disappeared in the direction of the caterer’s vans, most likely trying to get a few bites of some spare food since there was nobody to talk to anyway. He looked around at the decorated venue. The enormous tent where food would be served was already set up, the tables and chairs placed according to the seating plan. Youngjae nervously went over to the large tent that had been placed over the ceremonial altar. It was brightly decorated with purple lilies, apparently Mark’s fiancée’s favorite flower and looked gorgeous.

And, as he stood admiring the beautiful wedding venue, he suddenly spotted you.

Youngjae would later deny having fallen in love with you at first sight since it wasn’t the first time he’d seen you. He had caught glimpses of you at the rehearsal dinner (although he’d admittedly turned up rather late for that) and mentally noted that you were one of the bride’s party. But you stood there now, in one of the pale purple dresses that had been specially designed for bridesmaids, your hair looking a bit of a mess and your heavy eye makeup looking slightly out of place considering the rest of your face was devoid of any cosmetics. Clearly you had stopped applying the makeup midway.

Most importantly, you looked extremely distressed.

Youngjae watched for a few moments as you weaved in and out of the rows of seating, evidently looking for something urgently. Your fingers were running through your neatly made hair and you were breathing heavily. After watching you look around helplessly for a few minutes, Youngjae finally stepped closer to you and cleared his throat.

“Um, hi,” he greeted you carefully.

Your head snapped up to him and he was shocked by the intense and desperate look in your eyes as you blinked. “Have you seen a pure white flower bouquet lying around here anywhere?” you asked bluntly, your voice cracking.

Youngjae bit his lip. “Um, I don’t think so. Is it important?“

“Important? It’s the bridal bouquet!” you cried. Youngjae shifted uncomfortably as you stepped closer to him. Your lower lip was trembling and your voice kept cracking as you spoke. “The florist was supposed to bring it to my sister’s apartment this morning but they forgot and they said that they probably left it at the venue when they came to set up the lilies but I can’t find it anywhere and if I don’t have a bridal bouquet by the time I go back then everything will be ruined!”

Youngjae watched in horror as you sat down on one of the seats and collapsed into a sobbing mess. You covered your face with your hands and let tears stream down your face as your shoulders trembled. He sat down next to you and hesitantly placed a comforting hand on your back. Was that okay? Fuck, he’d never really comforted a crying girl before.

“Are… are you okay?” he asked softly. “Look, please don’t worry. There’s plenty of time until the wedding and I’ll help you find the bouquet, all right? Even if we can’t find the original one we can just make one using some of the flowers here. There are plenty of lilies around and I have some ribbon and decoration paper in my trunk because Jackson-hyung made me handle everyone’s wedding presents…”

You looked up at Youngjae, eyes shining with tears. He seemed a little nervous but he was giving you a sweet, comforting smile. Wow. He was extremely handsome. Why were you humiliating yourself like this in front of such a handsome, sweet guy?

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, wiping your tears. “I’m not a freak, I swear. And I’m not really crying about the bouquet. The last couple of days have just been so stressful because it’s my older sister’s wedding and she trusted me enough to make me the Maid of Honor even though she has so many friends that wanted the position and I just love her so much, I don’t want to let her down.”

Youngjae smiled and shrugged. “I can understand. I’m one of Mark’s friends and things have been pretty messy at the groom’s end as well.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh my god, there’s nothing wrong, is there?”

“No, no, no! Don’t worry! Everything is completely under control!” Youngjae insisted, waving his hands to reassure you. The last thing he wanted was to see you cry again. To his surprise, you let out a soft giggle that made him blush. He smiled back at you and cleared his throat. “So, um, we should probably look for that bouquet, huh? Why don’t you finish checking here and I’ll go check out the lunch tents and the stage for the DJ…”

You smiled at him softly. “That would be nice. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

You spent almost forty minutes scouring the venue with Youngjae for the bridal bouquet but you were forced to accept that it was nowhere to be found. Youngjae had even offered to call the florist for you but they were closed this early in the morning and the delivery boys seemed mostly clueless. “What do we do?” you whined miserably. “No other florist will be open and it’s not like they keep bridal bouquets lying around anyway, they almost always have to be pre-ordered. I have to get back to my sister’s apartment in half an hour and I can’t go without a bouquet!”

Youngjae folded his arms across his chest. “So we have no other choice. We’ll have to make one ourselves. I have some colorful tissue paper and ribbon in the trunk of my car. Let’s just pick some flowers off these decorations. There are way more lilies wrapped around that pillar than anyone needs.”

You folded your arms across your chest and raised an eyebrow at Youngjae. “You don’t know very much about wedding traditions, do you, Youngjae-ssi?”

Youngjae flushed. “Well, I’ve only been to two or three...”

“The bridal bouquet has to be white. But my stupid sister insisted on the entire wedding having a purple theme. Purple bridesmaids’ dresses, purple tablecloths, purple lilies. I don’t see a single white flower anywhere in this area, do you?” you whined. You sat down and sighed heavily as you ran a hand down your face in frustration. “This is a huge mess. Where am I going to get enough white flowers to fill a bouquet? My sister is going to walk down the aisle empty handed and all the other bridesmaids will kill me because she won’t be able to do the bouquet toss and-“

“There’s a white rose bed on the other side of the garden.”

You sat up and looked at Youngjae sharply. “You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not. I noticed it on the way to the venue. There was an enormous rose bed down behind that grassy hill and some of them were white, I swear,” Youngjae insisted. He grabbed your hand and pulled on it so that you were forced to follow him as he hurried down the grassy slope. You had moved a good distance away from the wedding venue and you weren’t sure if you were even allowed to be here because Mark and your sister had only rented a portion of the garden for the wedding.

“Yes! White roses!” you cried once you saw the enormous flower bed. There were lots of roses and at least ten of the rose bushes had pure white roses. You hurried down but you stopped short at a small wooden sign that was just next to the rose bed.

Please do not pluck the flowers.

Your shoulders slumped. “Oh no. We’re not allowed to pluck them.”

Youngjae turned and looked at you with a small twinkle in his eye. He had never been one to break the rules but the heartbroken expression on your face made him want to do something bold. In a brief instant of foolish bravery, Choi Youngjae decided that he would never respect himself again if he couldn’t get you the white flowers for the bridal bouquet. “There’s no one here,” he pointed out, even though his heartbeat was thudding unnaturally. “I’ll hide some in my jacket. You wrap a few in your dress shawl and we’ll make a run for my car.”

You stared at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Let’s do it now, before anyone who works at the garden comes by.”

You swallowed. “Fuck it. They’re just flowers. Let’s do it.”

Both of you laughed nervously as you raced around the rose garden, plucking white roses as quickly as you could. You bundled whatever amount of roses you could under the shawl that came with your bridesmaid dress and Youngjae carefully draped his jacket over one arm and hid his share of roses underneath it. Clasping your spare clammy hands together, the two of you made a dash for the parking lot where Youngjae’s car was parked. Once you were sitting in the car you looked at him and you both started laughing.

“Wow, that was crazy,” you giggled.

Youngjae beamed at you, his angelic smile causing you to smile even harder. He had a beautiful laugh and you couldn’t take your eyes off him even as he pulled the roses out from under his jacket. He set them in his lap and then winced as he looked at his finger. “Ouch. I pricked my thumb on the thorns, I think.”

You leaned over. “Oh no! Let me see that. Hold on, I have a handkerchief.”

“It’s okay, it’s just a little prick, it’ll go away“

“No, no, it’s an occupational hazard,” you told him with a laugh as you wrapped your handkerchief around his finger. “You sustained that injury while saving your friend’s wedding, you should wear the scar with pride. But you should also put some antiseptic on it the first chance you get.”

Youngjae nodded as he started the car. “Well, we should get these flowers to the bride first.”

“We should. Thanks for your help, Youngjae.”

He smiled at you softly, blushing. “No problem.”

Youngjae was nervous as the wedding hall filled up with guests and the time for the ceremony approached. You had gone back to your sister’s apartment after Youngjae had helped you wrap up the roses into a makeshift bouquet and you would only return to the venue with the bridal party. Youngjae couldn’t get you off his mind. He misplaced the rings while thinking about you twice, after which Jinyoung snatched them from him with a dirty glare.

The wedding ceremony was beautiful and so were you. Youngjae was positive that your eyes had met as you walked up the aisle with the bridesmaids. You gave him a small smile and he smiled back, his entire face flushing a furious red. Jinyoung, who was standing right beside him, frowned.

“Why does the maid of honor keep looking at us?” he muttered.

Youngjae bit his lip. “I don’t know.”

Jinyoung merely raised an eyebrow but kept silent as the ceremony progressed. Youngjae tried to concentrate on the wedding. It was amazing that Mark was getting married to somebody he loved so much. Jackson and Yugyeom both shed tears at the wedding and Youngjae had to admit, it was all very beautiful and overwhelming. He was disappointed to have gotten a seat far away from you during lunch but when the band started up at the reception and everyone began to dance, you made your way over to Youngjae yourself.

“Hi,” you greeted shyly. “Join me for a dance?”

Youngjae felt embarrassed. You looked much prettier than you had this morning with your hair finally done properly and the rest of the makeup on your face finished. He panicked when you held your hand out to him with a shy smile. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not much of a dancer…”

“Please? You can’t be worse than Jackson. He asked me to dance, said something about the best man dancing with the maid of honor but all these other girls keep trying to cut in and I hate having to fight women off for a guy that I don’t even like,” you pointed out.

“Y-yeah, okay.”

Youngjae was extremely flustered as you led him out to the dance floor during a slow dance. You placed your hands on his shoulders while Youngjae carefully placed his own on your waist and you looked up at him. Wow, he was handsome. “So, Youngjae, I tried asking around about the mysterious, chivalrous man who was willing to commit such a daring act for me this morning but my sister doesn’t seem to know very much about you,” you teased.

Youngjae bit his lip as he looked down at you. “There’s nothing very interesting about me, frankly. Plucking those flowers was the most daring thing I’ve done in a long time.”

You giggled. “To be honest, me too. I guess we don’t think about breaking the rules so much after we become adults.”

“But it was kind of fun,” he admitted.

“It was, wasn’t it? I wonder what poor bridesmaid will catch the bouquet later. I just hope she doesn’t get framed for our crimes.”

Youngjae chuckled. “What if it’s you?”

“I think I’ll let some girl who actually has a man in her life catch the bouquet,” you replied dismissively. “Not because I don’t want to get married but because I love the horrified expression on the boyfriend’s face when he sees that everyone is staring at him with that you’re next look.”

“Wow. That seems almost cruel,” Youngjae joked but his eyes were looking down at you with adoration. You couldn’t help but blush. Why were you so flustered in this man’s presence? Was it possible that both of you felt this sudden, exciting connection? You opened your mouth to say something bold but before you could, somebody tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around to see one of the other bridesmaids looking apologetic.

“Hey. I’m sorry to interrupt, but uh…” she gave you a sympathetic look. “It’s your mother again. She’s crying behind the catering tent.”

You sighed. “Damn it. I’ll go talk to her.”

“Thanks, darling.”

You turned to Youngjae but he had already released your waist and stepped back. He looked a little disappointed but he forced a smile. “Well, you should probably go comfort your mother, I’m sure it’s not easy to see one of her daughters get married away. I’ll see you when you get back?”

You nodded. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

But you were. You were so long that no matter how much Youngjae waited, he just couldn’t get another moment alone with you at the reception. Youngjae went back home with Jinyoung and Jackson, disappointed and cursing himself for not being more bold and making a move sooner. After all, when would he ever get the chance to see you again?

Wedding Number Two: Jinyoung

Everyone expected that Jaebum would get married next including, it seemed, Jaebum himself. But a few weeks after Mark returned from his honeymoon and when the boys all gathered to grab a drink at the local pub, an intoxicated Jinyoung blurted out the secret that he’d been hiding for almost an entire year from his closest friend.

“Hyung, I’m madly in love with your sister. I want to marry her.”

It hadn’t gone down well. Almost everyone had been drunk, nobody was in their senses and Jaebum hadn’t been able to take the shocking revelation with much dignity. He threw an entire pint of beer at Jinyoung’s face and created a mild ruckus in the pub; all of which Mark and Jackson had to apologize and pay for afterwards. Youngjae briefly worried that their group was broken forever. But it only took Jaebum a few hours to sober up and apologize to his best friend.

A few warm, brotherly hugs and cautionary words later, the break had been mended and the date for the next wedding was set.

“Thanks for giving me a hand with the invitations, Youngjae,” Jinyoung told him with a grateful smile while Youngjae helped him address the envelopes that were to go out the next day.

While Jinyoung’s wedding wasn’t nearly as expensive or extravagant as Mark’s had been it was very meticulously planned down to the last detail. Youngjae had to admire the patience and perseverance with which Jinyoung and his fiancée planned their cute little church wedding. “Honestly, I’m glad you’re around. Mark is too busy with his newly married life. Jackson is completely useless at everything except sweet-talking his way into discounts and I feel like Jaebum has these brief moments when he regrets giving me permission to marry his sister.”

Youngjae smiled up at his friend and patted him on the back. “It’ll all work out fine, hyung.”

“You think so?”

“I’m positive.”

“Okay. Well, we’re not really inviting anyone except close friends and family because we don’t want to splurge too much on a lavish wedding,” Jinyoung muttered. “So the guest list is pretty small. But I did invite Mark’s sisters-in-law.”

Youngjae looked up, his heart skipping a beat. “Sorry, did you say Mark’s sisters-in-law?”

Jinyoung looked down at him with a mischievous grin. Nothing escaped this man’s sharp eyes and he had certainly noticed Youngjae’s behavior during the last wedding. “I’m sure you remember them. The older one was the Maid of Honor at Mark’s wedding? She kept making eyes at you but you were too shy to do anything about it. You can’t stay alone forever, Choi Youngjae.”

Youngjae flushed and opened his mouth to protest, but there was no use. “Thanks, hyung,” he admitted finally.

Jinyoung grinned and clapped him on the back. “At least make a solid move this time, yeah?”

Youngjae nodded. He planned to.

Youngjae was extremely nervous. Jinyoung had left him in charge of greeting the guests at the entrance and showing them to their seats because he didn’t trust any of the other boys not to run their mouths. Both Jackson and Bambam had been kept as far away from the guests as possible. But that meant that Youngjae had the seating plan in his hands and your name was on it. He would have to show you to your seat.

Youngjae had just finished helping an elderly couple (Jaebum’s grandparents) to their seats when he spotted you walking up to the church with your sister. He gaped at how pretty you looked in a cute dress and with your hair swept over your shoulders. You approached Youngjae with a bright, happy smile that made his heartbeat thump faster. He found himself subconsciously adjusting his black coat and smoothing down his hair.

“Youngjae-ssi!” you greeted him excitedly. “It’s so nice to see you again! How are you?”

Youngjae cleared his throat. “I’m-uh, I’m doing great. You… you look wonderful.”

You blushed prettily. Youngjae looked extremely handsome himself and it seemed like he’d gotten even better-looking even though it had been barely three months since you saw him last. You smoothed down your dress and tried not to look too flustered. “Thank you so much. I was a little surprised that Jinyoung-ssi chose to invite us since we don’t really know him personally but I love weddings so I couldn’t resist,” you explained happily.

Youngjae smiled. “I’m glad you came-“

“Is Bambam here?” the girl beside you interrupted.

Your youngest sister was standing by your side and she looked a little bored with the conversation. You glared at her, telling her to behave herself but you both knew that the only reason she had come to this quaint little church wedding was because she had an enormous crush on Bambam. She hadn’t been able to stop talking about him ever since they met at Mark’s wedding. Youngjae rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh; Bambam is helping with the caterers right now but he should be back soon. Can I help you both find your seats?”

Your sister looked disappointed but you beamed at Youngjae.

“That would be wonderful, thank you so much.”

Youngjae couldn’t take his eyes off you during the ceremony. You and your younger sister were sitting two rows in front of him and a little bit to the right, so he could see most of your profile while you watched the wedding. Jinyoung and his wife kissed sweetly and chastely at the altar. Jaebum, meanwhile, walked around the church with his jaw clenched and tried to appear manlier than he felt. He glared daggers at anyone who accused him of having watery eyes and even choked up a little while delivering his best man’s speech to the amusement of everyone present.

Youngjae made a beeline for you once the band started to play. You were standing around and looking a little uncomfortable because you didn’t know too many people here and your younger sister had abandoned you in search of her crush. Youngjae took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and walked up to you confidently.

“Hi there,” he said with a smile.

You beamed at him. “Hi.”

“So, um… we never got to actually finish that dance at Mark-hyung’s wedding,” he said shyly. “I couldn’t find you afterwards. Would you like to dance right now?”

“I would love to.”

You allowed Youngjae to guide you onto the dance floor and you were surprised to note that he seemed much more confident than the last time you had met. He placed his hands on your waist gently and pulled you closer to him. Youngjae had a beautiful innocent smile so you couldn’t help but smile back. The band was singing a sweet love song, and everybody was cooing at how cute Jinyoung and his bride looked together as they danced. But Youngjae had eyes only for you.

“I, uh, I was really looking forward to seeing you again,” he admitted bravely.

You smiled shyly. “Me too. I was surprised to get an invitation, since this is such a small and reserved wedding. I thought it might be awkward not knowing anyone except my sisters but I really wanted to see you again.”

Youngjae beamed. “Really?”

“Yeah. I had fun with you last time,” you admitted. “I’m sorry I acted kind of crazy, breaking down into tears when we couldn’t find the bridal bouquet and everything. I felt like I had to prove to you that I’m not insane. I’m really not. I’m actually a rather boring person. I mean… not super boring, I can have a little fun, but I, um... wow, I’m not sure what I’m trying to say.” You looked up at him with an embarrassed smile. “You probably think I am crazy, right?”

“No, I think you’re really cute,” he blurted out.

Both of you became extremely flustered as soon as he said that, and you couldn’t speak for a few moments. Youngjae couldn’t believe that he had such a sweet, beautiful girl in his arms. The band kept playing slower songs and by the third song you and Youngjae had moved closer to each other and you rested your head on his shoulder. He kept the conversation going, talking about how he had helped Mark and Jinyoung so much with their weddings that he could probably plan a wedding single-handedly if it came down to it. You loved listening to Youngjae talk. He sounded like an angel and you bit your lip, deciding that you wouldn’t let this wedding end without asking him out.

“Weddings are kind of weird, aren’t they?” you mused as you both swayed to the soft music. “I’ve never really wanted to be married because I’ve never found the right guy but… I think even people who don’t want to be married would like to have a lovely wedding.”

“But they can be super stressful. All the planning and the money you have to spend…”

You grinned. “Yeah, but I think there’s something romantic about successfully planning a wedding with someone you love. It’s like the first test for your married life isn’t it? It’s like saying well, if we can pull off this together then we make a great team and we can pull off life itself together. How are you going to spend your life with someone if you can’t even plan a wedding with them?”

“I never thought about it that way,” Youngjae admitted.

“That’s because you’ve only been planning other people’s weddings so far, Youngjae-ssi,” you teased.

He raised an eyebrow with a smile. “Oh? And how many of your own weddings have you planned, then?”

You sighed and pouted. “None. Please don’t rub it in. If I get invited to one more wedding while I’m still hopelessly single then I might just cry. It doesn’t bother me normally but attending a wedding alone is just so sad and makes me feel bitter. Especially ones like this where I barely know anyone.”

Youngjae’s hands tightened on your waist. “You know me,” he pointed out gently.

“That’s a nice thought but you can’t help me with every wedding that I have to attend,” you joked. “All my college and high-school friends are hitting their mid and late twenties now, I’ve been getting an invitation almost every month. In fact, one of my seniors from college is having her wedding today at a different venue. I had to choose which wedding I wanted to attend.”

“And you chose to come to this one?”

Ah, shit. Would Youngjae think it was weird that you came here merely in the hopes of seeing him? What if you scared him off? You had only met once before and everything was rather delicate. You cleared your throat and tried to stop the blood from rushing to your cheeks. “I mean…um… I never really liked that senior anyway. And my younger sister! Yeah, she’s had a huge crush on Bambam since Mark’s wedding so she insisted that we come here. Apparently they really hit it off.”

Youngjae looked a little disappointed. “Oh. Right, of course.”

“But I’m glad I came,” you told him honestly.

He gave you a soft smile as he noticed the sparkle in your eyes. You could feel this too, he was sure of it. Why else would you look up at him with those big eyes of yours and smile at him shyly like an angel? Youngjae was suddenly tempted to make a bold move. He leaned down until his face was right in front of yours and smiled at you. “Maybe we should get through this wedding season together. Let’s be each other’s date to whichever wedding comes next so that we’re not alone and bored.”

You bit your lip to hold back your delight. “That’s an interesting idea. I like it.”

“A-are you sure? I meant that it’s a real date…” he clarified hesitantly, suddenly feeling shy.

“Oh, I know.”

“Okay, then. It’s settled. The next wedding invitation either one of us gets, we go together,” he told you with a laugh. You nodded and smiled back at him. Why was he so adorable? You felt the urge to lean up and kiss Youngjae right then, to cut off his sweet laugh with your lips. But you couldn’t gather the courage so you merely stepped back from him as the song ended. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed since you’d started dancing. It was getting dark outside, and the celebrations were coming to an end. You were about to ask Youngjae to get one last drink with you when the bride suddenly weaved her way through the crowd of dancers, making a beeline for you and Youngjae.

“Youngjae! I need your help!” she insisted, struggling to hurry towards him in her white gown. Her expression was a little irritated and Youngjae blinked at her in surprise.

“Is everything okay, noona?”

The bride huffed while running her fingers through her hair. You felt a tinge of jealousy; she was so beautiful in her gorgeous gown and with the afterglow from her wedding. The bride merely shot you a polite, apologetic smile before she turned to Youngjae. “No, everything is not okay. Both the men in my life are enormous idiots who thought it was a good idea to get shitfaced on my wedding day. Can you please help me get them home? Jaebum-oppa’s girlfriend is mad at him so she won’t come and my husband will definitely regret his actions in the morning so I’d rather keep it all on the downlow.”

Youngjae blinked. “Is it that bad? Noona, I had a few glasses earlier, I can’t drive.”

The bride looked distressed and you piped up softly. “Um, I can drive if you want. My car is in the parking lot and I haven’t had anything to drink.”

She looked at you hopefully. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

You followed Youngjae and the bride to the smaller tent nearby, where both Jaebum and Jinyoung were alone with empty bottles of champagne and wine littering the ground around them. To your surprise the two men were embracing each other and both of them had red, tear-filled eyes. You and Youngjae froze in shock as drunken Jaebum let out a loud wail.

“Jinyoung-ah! I-I’m so sorry I thought you weren’t good enough for my sister!” Jaebum cried out loudly. He was patting Jinyoung’s back in a clumsy manner as he sniffled. “You’re the best person my sister could have found, I would never trust anyone more than you!”

Jinyoung’s own voice cracked at he looked at his friend. “Hyung, that means so much to me, you have no idea!” he insisted, his words slurring from the effect of the alcohol. “I-I’m so sorry we went behind your back! I wanted to tell you! I really did! It was all her idea to keep it secret! You know I would never lie to you, hyung, you know that, right?”

Jinyoung’s finger jabbed out to point accusingly at his newly wedded wife, who was glaring daggers at him with her arms folded across her chest. Jaebum nodded emphatically and reassured Jinyoung that he trusted him not to lie and the men exchanged I love yous before hugging each other. Youngjae’s lips were pressed together tightly as he held back a laugh and you had to admit that the whole situation was rather amusing. You’d never seen two such rigid and well-behaved men humiliate themselves this way. When you let out a stray giggle though, the bride glared at you.

“Do you think this is funny? It’s my wedding night and my husband is drunkenly confessing his love to my brother. I want them out of my sight,” she insisted, her fingers rubbing her temples. “What was I thinking, marrying one of Jaebum-oppa’s friends? God, I’m such an idiot.”

Youngjae chuckled. He knew that she loved Jinyoung more than anything in the world and that they fought often. He gave the bride his usual blinding smile and reassured her that he would get both Jinyoung and Jaebum to their respective homes before anybody saw them. The bride merely thanked Youngjae tersely and left the tent to go meet her relatives. You gave Youngjae a confused look and he smiled at you apologetically.

“Sorry for getting you roped into this.”

You laughed. “No, it’s very interesting!”

“Would you mind starting the car? I’ll bring these two idiots to the parking lot. Oh, and I’ll message Bambam to take your sister home safely so don’t worry about her.”

You went out into the parking lot and started your car while Youngjae struggled to support the two heavy men and convince them to get inside. Jaebum stumbled a little and Jinyoung paused to throw up in a nearby bush for a few moments but somehow Youngjae managed to buckle them up into the backseat together. You started your car and turned to Youngjae, who had slid into the passenger-side seat beside you.

“Are they going to be okay?” you wondered. “Where are we taking them?”

Before Youngjae could respond, Jinyoung suddenly leaned forward and poked his head in between you and Youngjae, giving you an open-mouthed look. His finger pointed at you as he beamed. “Hey! You’re that girl! The one who was making eyes at Youngjae at Mark’s wedding! What are you doing here?”

Youngjae felt nervous. “You invited her, hyung.”

Jinyoung looked dazed. “Right, right, of course…”

“Hyung, just sit back and try not to puke in her car, okay? Don’t worry about anything,” Youngjae insisted, pushing Jinyoung back before he said anything embarrassing. How had these two men gotten so drunk out of their senses? Youngjae turned and smiled at you. “Jinyoung was supposed to spend the night in a hotel they’d booked with his wife so we’d better drop him off there. But Jaebum has to go home. His girlfriend is likely waiting for him.”

You nodded and started the car. “Yes, sir.”

It was all a very amusing series of events that night. You and Youngjae had to help Jinyoung up to the honeymoon suite of the hotel that they’d booked. It was a struggle to convince him to get up there because he kept alternating between apologizing to Jaebum for keeping his relationship a secret, and loudly proclaiming that he was extremely drunk. Jaebum, on the other hand, found a cat in the hotel lobby that he refused to leave without petting. The cat looked distressed and you had to apologize to the owner several times. Jaebum only agreed to let go when it hissed and scratched him across the arm.

“Wow, this is exhausting,” Youngjae said with a laugh. Jinyoung had been unceremoniously dumped on the bed of his honeymoon suite for his wife to find whenever she returned, and Jaebum shoved back into your car. You turned and looked at the gorgeous man sitting beside you. You normally hated dealing with drunken people but nothing seemed too bad when Youngjae was laughing that angelic laugh of his. You had to admire how he never lost his temper at the two drunken men and only dealt with them with his bright smile. How could somebody be so positive and bright? Jaebum started making loud groaning noises in the backseat as you drove to his apartment and you and Youngjae couldn’t help but exchange looks and giggle.

“Okay, hyung. Try and sober up now, you know that noona will be upset if she sees you this drunk. Remember your girlfriend? She’s waiting for you at home? She probably just got off work so let’s not upset her, okay?” Youngjae asked as he coaxed Jaebum into the elevator. The older man was slumped against his friend and his eyes were unfocused.

Jaebum nodded. “Hmm. Let’s not upset her.”

“Good, good.”

“What if she’s already upset?” Jaebum asked, eyes widening. “What if… what if…”

Youngjae patted him on the back. “I’m sure she wouldn’t be upset without a reason.”

Jaebum shook his head and he suddenly straightened up, his eyes filling with tears. “But she does have a reason! I’m a terrible boyfriend! I know that she was hurt that Mark got married before us even though she never said anything about it but now Jinyoung is married now too and I’ve kept her waiting for so long. What if she doesn’t want to wait anymore? What if I lose her?”

Youngjae looked helpless so you interrupted in with a gentle smile. “I’m sure that a woman would wait any amount of time for a man that she loved and trusted. You should have more faith in her,” you insisted.

Jaebum blinked at you. “Who are you again?” he demanded.

Youngjae sighed. “Hyung, don’t be rude. I told you a hundred time, she’s Mark-hyung’s sister-in-law-“

Jaebum snapped his fingers and grinned at Youngjae. “That’s right! She’s the girl from Mark’s wedding, the one you had a huge crush on! Jinyoung told me all about it but he said not to say anything to you because you were probably embarrassed,” Jaebum said with a cheerful laugh. He turned to look at you with a smile. “Youngjae really likes you but he’s shy and kind of stupid. But he’s a really nice boy at heart, aren’t you, Youngjae?”

Youngjae looked like he wanted to die. “Hyung, please…”

You smiled despite the blush reddening your cheeks. “I know. I think Youngjae’s great too.”

Jaebum beamed and clapped Youngjae on the back a little too hard. “See? She likes you, you idiot! Now don’t mess things up. Take her home safely and don’t forget to get her number and show her your guitar, girls love guitars-“

Youngjae looked horrified as he avoided eye contact with you and he breathed a sigh of relief when the elevator opened up on the right floor. He hurriedly dragged Jaebum towards his apartment and rang the doorbell. A few moments passed before a beautiful women opened the door, dressed casually in sweatpants and with her hair tied up. She sighed when she saw her boyfriend being supported by Youngjae.

“Thanks for bringing him home, Youngjae,” she said gently, before turning to frown at her boyfriend. “Your sister called me nearly in tears because you and Jinyoung made a big scene at her wedding. Are you proud of yourself? I should never have let you go to that wedding alone, I knew you couldn’t handle it but I had to work and-”

Jaebum had fallen silent and he was staring at her, an odd look in his eyes. “I love you.”

She was flustered. “Huh? I-I love you too Jaebum, but… what are you doing?”

Jaebum had stumbled down to the floor. At first you thought that he’d just fallen over because he was drunk, but he gingerly balanced himself on one knee and dug into his pocket to pull out a small ring box. He opened it and held it up in front of her while she grasped the doorframe to steady herself from the shock. “I love you so, so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I’m sorry for making you wait so long. Can you forgive me? Will you be my wife?”

The scene made you feel warm. Jaebum’s girlfriend burst into tears and pulled him up to his feet before they both entered into a passionate embrace. You couldn’t hold back a smile of your own. Love was so beautiful, it made people so happy. You wished you could find a love of your own that could make you as happy as the woman in front of you.

“Well, this is awkward,” Youngjae mumbled with an embarrassed chuckle as the couple went back into their apartment, kissing and ignoring the both of you. He turned and gave you a soft smile. “I’m sorry you had to put up with all of this tonight.”

You shook your head and smiled back. “No. I’m glad I got to see that. That was beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.”

You turned and looked at Youngjae in surprise. His cheeks were red and he looked a little flustered, but his eyes were staring straight into yours. You felt a sudden burst of hope inside of you. You barely knew Youngjae but there was something about him that made you feel that perhaps you could find that sort of love with him. Unable to resist, you leaned up and gently pressed your lips against his in a shy kiss. Youngjae’s eyes widened and he froze for a moment, unable to react before you pulled back and smiled.

“I guess we know whose wedding our first date will be at, huh?” you joked.

Youngjae grinned. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

Wedding Number Three: Jackson

“Hyung, are you sure about this?”

Jackson nodded firmly. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

Youngjae felt uneasy as he helped his friend fix his suit. Despite the fact that they were all headed to a wedding, there was something extremely uncomfortable about the atmosphere. Jackson had disappeared for a few weeks after Jinyoung’s wedding and had been completely out of contact. When he returned, he suddenly announced that he was getting married in a few days. Apparently the girl he had been casually seeing had gotten pregnant and he now had to step up to take responsibility for his child.

Bambam was quite vocal about his disapproval. “Hyung, there are ways to take responsibility for the child without having to marry her. You could offer child support, you don’t need to get trapped into a legal relationship with this woman-“

Jackson paused mid-way through fixing his suit and glared at Bambam through the mirror. His voice was icy. “Her family were very clear about the fact that they would disown her if she had a child out of wedlock. Besides, my child isn’t going to grow up in a household without a father. Do you think I would sit and let that happen?”

Bambam recoiled. “I didn’t mean it like that. But you never wanted to get married and I don’t know if this is a good enough reason to bind yourself to a woman-“

“Then what is a good enough reason, huh? Tell me, Bambam. How could there possibly be a reason more important than the safe upbringing of a child? I know what it’s like to grow up in a dysfunctional family and I would rather die than put another child through that. I was the one who got drunk and failed to use protection. I have to take responsibility for this. I can’t leave a woman to raise a child that I am equally responsible for bringing into this world. This is my choice and if you don’t like it then don’t come to the wedding.”

Bambam looked hurt. “Of course I’ll come to the wedding. I would never miss it.”

Youngjae bit his lip. He hated this tense atmosphere. Jackson was normally such a frivolous and carefree person that it worried everyone to see him so serious and stressed. The wedding wasn’t a proper one either. The bride’s parents had refused to come due to the ugliness of the situation and Jackson insisted that he wanted it done as quickly as possible in order to avoid too much talk. A small church had been booked for the ceremony and they would all go out to a restaurant for food and drinks later.

Jackson took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of his bed before looking up at Jinyoung. “Do you know how she’s doing? She’s been having morning sickness and if she doesn’t feel well enough to come to the church…”

Jinyoung patted his friend on the back, reassuringly. “She’s fine. My wife’s gone to help her get ready. Everything will go smoothly, Jackson. Don’t worry about the wedding. You’re doing the right thing, I promise.”

“I hope so.”

“We should head down to the church. I’ll call and ask how the girls are managing and the priest is waiting there already. Youngjae… don’t you have to go and pick up your date?”

Youngjae bit his lip. “Are you sure I can bring her? I mean, if it’s not appropriate for me to bring a date to something like this…”

Jackson forced a bright smile and stood up, clapping his friend on the back. His loud, falsely enthusiastic voice boomed in the small room. “Don’t be stupid. You have to bring her Youngjae, everyone knows how crazy you are about this girl and we want to meet her. Can you guys stop acting like this is a funeral? It’s a wedding for heaven’s sake. I’m getting married and you guys are supposed to be the ones cheering me up! Where are the dirty jokes and the teasing? Do I have to do everything myself?”

Bambam rolled his eyes. “We’re not worried about you, we’re worried about this poor girl that’s going to be stuck with you for the rest of her life.”’

Jackson beamed. “That’s the spirit!”

You smiled as you stood beside Youngjae and watched the wedding.

Youngjae had called you a few days earlier and told you frankly about the circumstances; that this was a shotgun wedding arranged because the bride had gotten pregnant and that there would be nobody there except for close friends. But you couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend time with Youngjae so you had agreed. You had made a deal to attend the very next wedding that you got an invite to, after all, and Jaebum’s invitations hadn’t gone out yet.

The bride was very different from what you expected. Unlike the gorgeous, confident model-like women that Jackson Wang was known for playing with, she was a naturally pretty and shy girl. She seemed extremely nervous and her face turned a brilliant red when you mentioned to her that she looked beautiful in her plain white wedding dress. The ceremony was over quickly and without much fuss. You got into Youngjae’s car as the entire group drove to a hotel that they had made reservations at for dinner.

“Do you think it’s okay to marry someone you’re not in love with?” Youngjae asked quietly, his eyes fixed on the road. You noticed that he seemed a little bit tense. Nobody at that wedding seemed entirely happy somehow and it suddenly struck both of you that maybe, weddings weren’t always places of celebration and love and beauty after all. Maybe, for some people, it was a lifetime of being bound to the wrong person.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Maybe love and marriage don’t always go hand in hand.”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed and shrugged, leaning back in the passenger-side seat. “Sometimes you’re not always compatible with the person you fall in love with, if you get what I mean? Love is an emotion. It’s unexplainable and it’s just a rushed feeling. But what really holds a marriage together is compatibility and understanding. If you ask me, two determined people who want to make a marriage work and have honest intentions can make a marriage work even if they’re not in love.”

Youngjae bit his lip. “Sort of destroys the romance aspect of it, though, doesn’t it?”

“True. But real life isn’t always so romantic.”

“But there are people who manage to find both love as well as happiness in marriage, right?”

You gave him a small smile and nodded. “I’m sure there are.”

Youngjae reached over and took your hand, squeezing it gently. You had both been talking a lot over the last couple of weeks; through text messages and the occasional phone call. The more you talked to Youngjae and heard his angelic voice and saw how much of a wonderful person he was… you found yourself falling harder and harder for him. His hand was warm as it enclosed over yours and you found yourself gripping it tightly, that same hope filling you once more.

Maybe this was the man that you could finally experience love with.

You had fun at the wedding dinner.

Youngjae’s friends were all loud and wild, there was no end to the ruckus that they caused. Glasses of wine were passed around the table to everyone except the bride (and Jackson, who refused to drink in order to keep an eye on his pregnant wife). Before long, Youngjae was tipsy enough to confidently put his arm around your shoulder and gently pull you into his side. You blushed deeply at the comfortable yet exciting feeling of sitting so close to him.

“Are you okay?” Youngjae asked you with a smile as the meal came to an end. You had been quiet for a while but it wasn’t because you didn’t have anything to say; it was just difficult to get a word in edgewise with the noisy group. You merely looked up at Youngjae and nodded with a giggle. You were slightly drunk and you were worried that you had a stupid smile on your face but Youngjae grinned back at you.

“You’re adorable,” he told you softly.

You flushed, your hands coming up to cover your warm cheeks. “I think I’m a little drunk,” you admitted lightly. “It’s kind of warm in here.”

“Do you want to go outside and walk it off?”

You nodded eagerly and waited while Youngjae told the rest of the group that you were both going to get some fresh air. Bambam said something that made Youngjae frown at him but you were a little too drunk to care. Your heart leapt as Youngjae took your hand in his and led you out of the restaurant. It was getting dark outside and you both walked down the street while swinging your entwined hands together. Youngjae laughed when you skipped slightly on the sidewalk and turned to face him.

“I want ice cream,” you decided randomly.

“Ice cream? Right now?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, right now. There has to be a convenience store somewhere around here, right? Let’s go find it! I want ice cream, Youngjae-oppa!”

Youngjae blushed a furious red as he looked at your small figure smiling at him adorably while you squeezed his hand. He had never been so completely smitten with a girl before and his heart skipped a beat when you blinked at him cutely. “O-oppa?” he stammered, with a nervous laugh. The sudden endearment made him flustered. You had typed out the word while texting him once but it was his first time hearing it from your lips.

You nodded firmly. “Yup. You’re my oppa for today. Please buy me ice cream?”

“Okay, let’s go.”

You smiled before moving closer to him. Youngjae was disappointed when you let go of his hand, but you wrapped both of your arms around his instead, and tucked yourself into his side as you walked. Youngjae blushed when your head came to rest on his shoulder and you cheerfully talked about the ice cream flavors you liked.

“Dark chocolate is for sad days,” you explained to him with the patience of teaching a child. You tended to ramble about stupid things while tipsy. “Because it’s bittersweet and that’s how life is sometimes. Normal chocolate is for happy days. Toffee and cookie dough are for celebrations. Coffee ice cream is for cold days. Mint chocolate chip is for rainy days,” you listed off happily, ticking off the flavors on your fingers as you leaned your head against Youngjae’s shoulder.

“What about vanilla?” Youngjae interrupted.

You looked at him, aghast. “Who eats vanilla ice cream? That’s so boring!”

“I like it,” he told you with a small pout.

You bit your lip and sighed, looking up at him for a long moment. Your mind was clouded over since all the wine you had drunk was hitting you a little harder than you’d planned but you remembered thinking that Youngjae was so sweet, you would give up all the ice cream flavors in the world for him.

“Okay. I guess vanilla can be for lovely days,” you teased. “So now you have to make sure we get vanilla ice cream, since today is a lovely day.”

Youngjae grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

You managed to find a convenience store a few streets down and Youngjae went inside to buy vanilla ice cream for both of you. You sat on a bench outside and ate your ice cream, swinging your legs and chatting about random things. Youngjae was a little nervous in the beginning but once he opened up he became rather fun to be with. He laughed at you when you dropped your first ice cream on the ground. It was only when you almost burst into tears that he hurried inside to buy you another one. Youngjae liked you, but he wasn’t eager to see you cry again.

“Don’t drop this one,” he warned you lightly, his hand closing over yours to help you hold the ice cream cup. His fingers were warm and you smiled as he helped you eat it without your drunken butterfingers spilling it all over you. You enjoyed the attention and couldn’t help but admire how gently he helped you hold the ice cream and placed a paper napkin on your lap in case you spilled it.

“Youngjae,” you said suddenly.

He looked up at you and blinked. “Yeah?”

“You’re really sweet and caring and handsome. Why don’t you already have a girlfriend?” you blurted out.

Youngjae looked embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. You stared at him, struck by how gorgeous this man was and how completely unaware he seemed to be of his own charm. You had never felt so warm and comfortable in someone’s presence before. Youngjae cleared his throat and his lips twisted into a small smile. “I guess I’ve never really found the right girl.”

You blinked at him. “I want to be your right girl.”

Youngjae stared at you as you leaned in to kiss him. Unlike the sweet peck that you’d shared outside Jaebum’s apartment this was a proper kiss. Your heartbeat thudded while your hands came up to slide into Youngjae’s hair and you pulled him down towards you. His lips pressed back against yours eagerly, tasting the vanilla ice cream and wine on your tongue and smelling your soft perfume. You were breathing hard when you pulled back and Youngjae’s gaze had turned from his sweet, friendly expression into something more dark and lustful.

“Are you too drunk?” he asked you doubtfully.

“No, I’m just the right amount of drunk,” you reassured him. “Please kiss me again.”

You’re not sure how long you and Youngjae sat on that bench outside the convenience store, just kissing and whispering while you leaned against each other. Youngjae was extremely attentive once he relaxed. He placed sweet kisses on your eyelids and your forehead that made you giggle and you both talked and laughed and kissed until the ice cream had melted onto the bench, completely forgotten.

“It’s completely dark,” he pointed out after a while. “We should head back to the restaurant…”

You both walked back to the restaurant where you realized that everyone else had already gone home. Their cars were gone from the parking lot and only Youngjae’s was left. He fished his keys out of his pocket and looked down at them doubtfully. “I’m not sure I should drive after all that wine. Should I call us a cab?”

You looked up at him for a moment, a sudden burst of confidence hitting you. You weren’t sure where it came from. You were normally extremely nervous around men and made sure to tread carefully. But Youngjae was different. Youngjae was sweet and warm and he made you feel safe instead of the other way around. You suddenly grabbed his hand, closing your fingers over his cellphone as he started to call a taxi. “Youngjae…” you said, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “Let’s not call a cab. Let’s stay here tonight.”

Youngjae blinked down at you, confused. “Here? You mean… in the car?”

You gestured towards the restaurant which was on the ground floor of a hotel. “They have rooms.”

His entire face flushed red when he realized what you were insinuating. You wanted to spend the night together in a hotel room and Youngjae knew the moment your lips formed an adorable pout that he was helpless to say no. He cleared his throat and looked down at you, heartbeat thudding as he nodded. You entwined your hands together and leaned up to kiss him once more.

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

Wedding Number Four: Jaebum

“Youngjae. Youngjae… Youngjae!”

Youngjae jerked his head up from his cellphone and blinked at Jaebum, who was frowning at him. He hadn’t realized that the older man had been trying to get his attention; he was too busy texting you. You had just sent him a couple of selfies with your dog and Youngjae was admiring how gorgeous you were, as well as how adorable your pet was.

“Sorry, hyung. What were you saying?” he asked, confused.

Jinyoung laughed. “Leave him alone, Jaebum. The poor guy’s in love for the first time in his life. He hasn’t stopped texting her since Jackson’s wedding. Clearly something happened there. Didn’t it, Youngjae-ah?”

Youngjae blushed and lied. “Nothing happened!”

Neither Jaebum nor Jinyoung looked like they believed him. No wonder, because you and Youngjae had spent a wonderful night together at that hotel. Even though it wasn’t easy for you both to meet often due to your busy schedules you had managed to have dinner a few times since and even caught a movie together once. Youngjae had been secretly pleased when you referred to yourself as his girlfriend the last time you went out together. He still couldn’t believe that he was dating somebody as beautiful and wonderful as you. You and Youngjae texted each other almost every day and nothing made him happier than seeing a notification from you on his phone.

“Yeah, they’re in that honeymoon phase,” Jaebum grumbled. “I went through it too. But it ends eventually and the women become monsters. Speaking of which, my fiancée is going to kill me if I go back home without having picked out a wedding suit. What do you guys think of that last dark blue one?”

Jinyoung tsk-ed. “Black looks classier, hyung.”

“Youngjae?”

“Uh, yeah. Black is good. The blue one is nice too.”

Jaebum frowned. “Do you mean that, or are you just saying it so that you can go back to texting your girlfriend?”

Youngjae looked up suddenly, eyes widening. “Hyung, I can invite her to the wedding, right?”

Jaebum looked like he was going to explode as he tossed the clothes hanger he was holding aside. “Yah! How many times do I have to say this? There will be no fucking wedding if I can’t pick out a goddamned suit by today! Are you two dickheads going to help me or not? Damn it, I should have brought Bambam instead…”

“Hyung, relax, we’ll help…”

You beamed as soon as you saw Youngjae, running over to him and throwing your arms around his neck. He laughed and hugged you back despite feeling a little flustered. Youngjae’s arms stayed around your waist as you let go of him and stepped back, admiring how he looked in his suit. You ran a hand down the smooth, dark material.

“Somebody’s extremely handsome today,” you teased him lightly. “Why do you keep looking better in a suit every time I see you? It’s like there’s no end to your charms.”

Youngjae blushed and leaned down to kiss your lips briefly. “You look beautiful,” he told you honestly.

You giggled and kissed him again despite a few of the wedding guests glaring at the two of you and your little display of affection. No matter how many times you saw Youngjae, your heart still skipped a beat as if every time was the first. He was looking particularly handsome today. You had called him up earlier that morning and begged him to style his hair up so that it revealed his forehead. Youngjae had sounded reluctant but finally agreed; now your cute and lovable boyfriend suddenly looked extremely sexy and you wondered how you were going to keep your hands off him.

Jaebum’s wedding was absolutely gorgeous. Youngjae told you in a low voice while you found your seats in the enormous abbey, that Jaebum had gone way over budget while planning it and his girlfriend had been so furious that she’d forced him to cut their honeymoon two days shorter than originally planned. You laughed at the anecdote and squeezed Youngjae’s hand. You were seated next to Jinyoung and his wife, both of whom greeted you warmly.

“I heard Bambam invited your younger sister,” Jinyoung told you with a casual smile. “I heard her arguing with Mark’s wife earlier, noona didn’t seem happy…”

You blinked. “Really? I haven’t heard about this. Why would my unnie have a problem if Bambam invited my younger sister?”

“She probably doesn’t think Bambam is a very good influence. He has a good heart but he tends to act first and think later, which causes problems sometimes. Maybe you should talk to your younger sister and tell her to be a little careful,” Jinyoung told you frankly.

You merely nodded and turned away. Jinyoung didn’t know your younger sister the way you did. She was just as much of a brat as Bambam and telling her not to do something would only make her want to do it even more. Besides, she had always been able to handle herself. You turned to Youngjae sitting by your side and smiled at him. You were much more excited to spend quality time with your boyfriend. You both sat with your hands entwined in your lap and watched the wedding.

Whatever arguments Jaebum and his wife might have had before the wedding, there was no doubt that they were madly in love. They both looked at each other with pure adoration in their eyes and you couldn’t help but feel extremely warm inside. Watching a happy couple promise to spend their lives together would never fail to make you happy… and for once, you didn’t feel quite so bitter. Instead, you felt extremely hopeful as Youngjae put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m happy for Jaebum-hyung,” Youngjae told you with a chuckle as the bride and groom kissed. “But to be honest, I’m hoping that we’re done attending weddings for a while. It’s getting kind of exhausting, going through the same routine.”

You smiled. “For once, I don’t have any wedding invitations left with me.”

“Yeah and I doubt either Bambam or Yugyeom are going to get married soon, so that leaves me with like a huge gaping hole in my schedule,” Youngjae explained. He looked down at you with an amused smile. “Wow, it’s so weird. I can’t remember a time in the last six months when I wasn’t helping at least one of the hyungs plan their wedding.”

You grinned and entwined your arm with his. “I would be glad to help you fill that gap in your schedule.”

Youngjae leaned down and kissed your forehead fondly. “That sounds wonderful.”

The wedding dinner was extremely entertaining.

Jinyoung was the best man and he made full use of the opportunity to poke fun at Jaebum, reminding everyone of his own emotional and tear-filled best man’s speech as Jinyoung’s wedding. You laughed along with everyone as Jaebum turned visibly red and looked like he wanted to die. Jackson gave a speech as well, by the end of which Jaebum had slid down in his chair and looked like he wished the earth would swallow him up. You spotted Jackson’s heavily pregnant wife scolding him lightly for making so much fun of the groom, but he merely kissed her on the cheek and laughed.

Everyone seemed extremely happy. Too happy, somehow.

Youngjae kept his arm around your chair and smiled at you whenever he saw you laugh. He fell a little harder for you each time he saw you and he was suddenly struck with the image of you in a bridal gown, sitting beside him and looking beautiful as ever. The thought was a little scary yet somehow exciting and Youngjae kept it to himself as he enjoyed the dinner.

As the meal neared a close, you were approached by your older sister who had wrenched herself away from Mark’s side to come and talk to you. She greeted Youngjae with a kind smile before turning to ask you if you had seen your younger sister recently.

“Uh, I can’t remember,” you admitted. “I think she and Bambam were sitting a few rows behind us at the ceremony… Is something wrong, unnie?”

She sighed but shook her head. “No, never mind. I just have this nagging feeling that those two are up to something fishy. Just let me know if you see her, will you?”

You nodded as she hurried back to her seat beside her husband. Youngjae squeezed your hand and looked at you, worried. His hand came up to caress your cheek gently. “What was that about? Is everything okay?” he asked you softly.

You shrugged. “Yeah, fine. I guess unnie just doesn’t like the idea of my younger sister dating Bambam. She’s always had a preference for quieter, more mature men and I guess loud and spontaneous Bambam doesn’t inspire a lot of trust in her. But it’ll be fine. They’ve disagreed before. I’ll just go home and play peacemaker once this wedding is over,” you said with a sigh.

Youngjae smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Ah, the struggles that the soft-spoken ones like us have to go through,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes at him. “You are not soft-spoken, oppa.”

Youngjae pouted. “Why would you say that?”

You giggled, leaning up to whisper into his ear while your hand slid onto his thigh and caressed the soft fabric of his suit. Youngjae stiffened when your lips brushed his ear and your soft hair tickled his skin. “Because we both know exactly how vocal you were at my apartment last week. Do I need to do what I did that night again to show you how loud I can make you?” you teased.

Youngjae flushed and his hand came to rest on yours, stopping it from creeping further up his leg. “Yah! Not here!” he hissed although he was laughing.

You giggled and withdrew your hand. “Okay, okay. Later tonight.”

“You’re scary,” he told you with a pout. “It’s not fair. You look so cute and innocent at first glance.”

“So do you. We were both fooled on that front so it’s no use complaining to me.”

Youngjae tucked a strand of hair behind your ear gently before leaning down to give you a soft kiss. The band had started playing nearby and many couples were getting up to dance, including the bride and groom themselves. You kept your hand on Youngjae’s thigh. He got more and more flustered as you whispered mildly suggestive things into his ears and after a while he suddenly grabbed your wrist and looked down at you with dark, heavily-lidded eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”

You laughed. “What do you mean, out of here?”

“I mean somewhere where no one can see us.”

You were surprised when Youngjae took hold of your arm firmly and stood up, leading you away from the dancing couples and out of the building entirely. It was deserted outside and rather dark as well. Before you could ask Youngjae where he was planning on taking you, he suddenly spun you around and pushed you lightly against a wall outside the building. His arms pulled you against him and his lips covered yours hotly.

You had to admit, Youngjae’s hungry kisses excited you. You loved the cute, cheerful and innocent side of Youngjae but you were definitely pleased to find out that he was hiding a darker, more passionate side that only came out when you pushed him a little. His eyes would narrow and his breathing become heaver as he whispered into your ear in a soft husky voice.

“Do you think you’re cute, playing with me and getting me excited like that?” Youngjae growled into your ear while he placed kisses down your neck. His teeth grazed your skin and you couldn’t help but gasp lightly. Youngjae’s hands were around your waist, one of them slowly travelling up your back and sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you admitted breathily as his lips came down on yours again.

You pushed yourself against him excitedly. You had never made out in public like this, especially not at a friend’s wedding where somebody could come by at any moment and the two of you could get caught. You had always been too scared to do rash and risky things like that. But somehow, with Youngjae, you felt safe. You knew that he would never take advantage or go too far, you knew that your comfort was more important to him than anything else. You grabbed hold of your boyfriend’s suit lapels and giggled as you pulled him closer. Your lips danced together eagerly.

Youngjae’s phone buzzed.

“Shit,” he mumbled, keeping one arm around you while he dug in his pocket for his phone. He pulled it out to reveal the caller ID: Bambam. “Why the hell is he calling me now?”

You bit your lip. “Answer it. Is my sister with him?”

Youngjae held the phone up to his ear and shrugged. “Bambam, what is it? Huh? You’re where?” he demanded, suddenly releasing you and clutching the phone harder. You tensed as Youngjae listened to Bambam’s response. “Why did you take her with you… you’re getting what? Look. Stay there, don’t move and don’t do anything.”

He hung up and looked at you nervously.

“What’s happening? Is my sister with him?”

Youngjae cleared his throat. “They uh… they just ran away and are getting married, apparently.”

“What?”

Wedding Number Five: Bambam

“We have to tell somebody and stop them.”

You shook your head. “We can’t. My older sister would completely flip her shit if she found out about this. You don’t know how scary unnie can be when she’s mad. Besides, we can’t let this ruin Jaebum-oppa’s wedding. Imagine if we went in there and caused a scene and everyone went running over to stop Bambam from getting married? It would be our fault that their special day is ruined.”

Youngjae frowned. “It’s would be Bambam’s fault, if you ask me, but okay. We should go and talk to them ourselves first. Maybe they’re just messing around. Maybe they won’t really do it.”

You both hurried over to Youngjae’s car and he started it quickly, inputting the address of the small, non-descript church that your sister and Bambam had apparently escaped to during the noise and distraction of Jaebum’s wedding. You felt tense and worried. Why the hell would the two of them think it was a good idea to run away and get married in secret? Did they consider themselves Romeo and Juliet?

You sighed and leaned back in your seat as Youngjae peeled out of the parking lot. You could only imagine the sort of chaos this would cause once your older sister and your parents found out. They would never be okay with your sister marrying somebody like Bambam. Especially not without a proper wedding or any of the usual formalities.

“Do you think they’re drunk, or high or something?” you asked Youngjae nervously.

“Bambam sounded pretty sober to me.”

“I thought he was a playboy? That’s all I’ve heard about him. I can’t believe that he and my sister want to get married. They can’t seriously have thought this through, can they? They’re being stupid and reckless and we have to stop them from making a mistake, right?”

Youngjae’s fingers on the steering wheel were stiff. “Honestly? I have no idea.”

You groaned. “Fuck.”

“Let’s just go there and see what happens, okay? Don’t worry too much.”

You arrived at the tiny church to see your sister and Bambam waiting outside. They waved at your car as it approached and you stared in horror to see that your sister had already changed into a simple, cute white dress and was carrying a little bouquet of flowers.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demanded, your voice rising hysterically as you nearly leapt out of the car the moment it stopped. Youngjae reached out to grab your hand and calm you down but you couldn’t believe what was happening and you shook him off as you glared at your sister and Bambam, both of whom winced at your anger. “Are you two insane? When did you even leave Jaebum-oppa’s wedding? Do you think this is some kind of amusing joke?”

Youngjae laughed nervously. “Baby, calm down…”

You frowned. “Don’t tell me to calm down.”

Bambam piped up. “Noona, we can explain. Honestly, we just wanted-“

You pointed a finger at Bambam and frowned. “Don’t call me noona. I’m not your noona. What is wrong with the both of you? If you wanted to get married then why wouldn’t you do it like normal people by setting a date and inviting your families and maybe not by running away to a creepy, abandoned church?”

“It just seemed like such a hassle. We wanted to do it quickly and without a lot of fuss,” your sister told you with a pout. You were surprised when she came closer to you and grabbed your hand, her eyes looking straight into yours. You were shocked at how genuine her expression was. For once she didn’t seem to be joking around or playing. “Unnie, I love Bambam a lot. I’m not joking and I know what I’m doing. I know it’s hard for you to understand because you’ve always dreamed of a grand wedding and our older sister got married in such a beautiful place and with all our relatives and friends, but… we don’t want all that. We want it to just be the two of us. We don’t want to expose ourselves to people who are just going to judge us or criticize us. We prefer it this way.”

You stared at her. “You’re not making any sense. Are you pregnant?”

“God, no. I know you don’t agree with me, but… can you try and understand? Please? For me?”

You paused for a moment, confused. Youngjae was standing beside you and when you looked up at him he merely gave you a small smile. It’s your decision, his soft gaze seemed to tell you but he placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

Bambam cut in. “Noona, we’ve thought about this a lot. It’s not a rash decision, I promise. We’ve been planning this for a while now and we both know what we’re doing. We just need you both to be our witnesses for the official ceremony.”

You felt yourself crack. “I… I can’t… Mom and Dad and unnie would kill me if they found out I helped you two with this insane idea…”

“Please?”

You couldn’t deal with the pleading eyes staring at you. You had never been one to deny true love and something about this whole situation seemed eerily genuine. Taking a deep breath, you pointed a finger at Bambam and frowned. “If you hurt my little sister, I will track you down and cut your balls off so don’t even think about pulling anything funny.”

Bambam smiled. “I won’t, I promise.”

You turned and looked at Youngjae, who gave you a small smile and a slightly helpless shrug. His eyes were shining and you could tell that he was gently encouraging you to say yes. Damn it. If you were making a huge mistake then Youngjae would have stopped you by now, right? You took a deep breath and then looked at your sister.

“Fine. Let’s go in and get you two married.”

Youngjae squeezed your hand as you got back in the car after the simple wedding ceremony was over. He looked a little worried and he reached out to cup your cheek gently.

“Hey, babe. Are you okay?”

You bit your lip and turned to him worriedly. “We didn’t make a mistake, did we? I mean… they’re going to be okay, they’re not going to get the marriage annulled in a month or something are they? Did we help two people in love get married or did we help two kids who don’t know what they’re doing commit a foolish mistake?”

Youngjae took a deep breath and sighed. “Maybe we should give them more credit than that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Everyone wants different things. If they don’t want a huge wedding and they wanted to get married in private then… who are we to judge?” Youngjae wondered. He entwined your fingers together and leaned over to place a soft, gentle kiss on your forehead. “Love is different for everyone, baby. Maybe just being married is more important to them than having a grand ceremony and making a big deal out of it. We can’t tell them what to want or how to live their lives.”

You smiled at him. “You’re right. When did you become so profound?”

“I was always profound!” he told you with a laugh although he looked a little flustered. You beamed and suddenly realized how grateful you were to have Youngjae by your side. Filled with a sudden rush of affection for the handsome, kind and caring man sitting beside you, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his hard. Youngjae chuckled against your lips but let you kiss him.

“Why the sudden affection?” he asked you.

You smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just realized that I’m really glad to have you.”

“I’m glad to have you too.”

Wedding Number Six: Yugyeom

You couldn’t make it to Yugyeom’s wedding.

It was apparently a rather scandalous event; Bambam was the best man and he’d taken his responsibilities with plenty of liberties. Youngjae explained to you that apparently bling was a mandatory part of the dress code and Bambam himself had stood at the entrance to the venue and handed out gold chains to the people who had failed to comply with the code. You were shocked that Yugyeom’s bride was all right with something like that… but it turned out that he was marrying a blind girl that he’d met back in college and she didn’t care since she wouldn’t be able to see what the guests were wearing anyway.

It was sweet yet slightly amusing. You only hoped that they had told the poor girl, even if she couldn’t see it herself.

You had to work that day and your boss refused to give you a day off. It was the fifth wedding that you were attending that year and he’d grown a little tired of hearing your excuses. You’re not taking any more days off unless you decide to get married yourself, he told you firmly and you had called Youngjae to tell him that he would have to attend this wedding by himself. He whined a little bit but there wasn’t anything that could be done. You weren’t going to lose your job over something like this.

You came back home after a night of working late and planned to just take a shower and go to bed, when there was a knock at your door. You opened it and were surprised to see your boyfriend in a rather handsome suit. Youngjae beamed when he saw you.

“Baby!” he greeted you happily, stepping into your apartment to wrap you into his arms. You laughed and patted him on the back as he squeezed you. You could smell a little bit of alcohol and realized that he was probably tipsy.

“Hello, there. Had too much to drink, did we?” you cooed as you led him inside and sat him down on the couch. Youngjae bobbed his head in a nod, still smiling at you a little stupidly. You laughed and reached out to pinch his cheek. Youngjae was good at handling his alcohol so it was hard to tell when he was drunk, but once he crossed a particular limit he became extremely cute. “Do you want a drink of water, sweetie?”

He pouted and wrapped you into his arms, pulling you down beside him on the couch. “No, stay with me.”

“Okay,” you said with a smile and leaned up to peck him quickly before smiling at him. “How was Yugyeom’s wedding, then? I hope everything went well?”

Youngjae sighed. “It was really boring.”

“Even with Bambam there? And all the gold chains and sunglasses?”

“It was boring because you weren’t there,” Youngjae told you honestly, his voice a little bit slurred. He tightened his grip around you. “I felt so lonely and miserable for a long time and I wasn’t sure why I was feeling so down. Then I came out of the wedding and I sat in the car for a few minutes and then it hit me. I felt miserable because you weren’t there with me. I don’t like going to weddings without you.”

You giggled and rested your head on your shoulder. “I promise I’ll come to the next one. Is there even anyone left?”

“That’s not enough.”

“Huh?”

“The promise of the next wedding isn’t enough,” Youngjae told you firmly. “I want you to be there for every wedding. And not just weddings. I want to do everything together. We… we make a good team, right? Everything just seems so much better and easier and just more fun when you’re with me.”

You bit your lip and held back a smile. “I feel the same way, Youngjae.”

“Do you really?”

You nodded.

He cleared his throat and you were surprised when he suddenly let go of you and stood up. Youngjae kneeled down on the floor beside your couch and you watched as he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black box. He held it out in front of you and bit his lip, looking at you nervously. His dark eyes pierced into yours and for a moment he looked completely sober, completely genuine. His fingers were trembling as he showed you the ring.

“Then promise me,” he whispered. “Marry me and be with me forever.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked down at him and nodded.

“Yes,” you said softly. “Yes, let’s get married.”

Wedding Number Seven: Youngjae

“Thank God this is the last one,” Jinyoung muttered.

Youngjae pouted as he adjusted his suit. You had called him the night before and insisted that he wear his hair up, so he had struggled to get his dark strands to stay in place with hair product. He wasn’t sure if it looked all right but it was too late to fix it now. He was already standing at the altar of the church and waiting for you to turn up. Youngjae took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down before glaring at Jinyoung.

“Hyung, that’s hardly fair. I addressed over 120 invitations by hand for your wedding. How can you complain at mine?” he hissed, hoping that none of the guests would hear him.

“It would be kind of nice if you hurried this one up though, Youngjae. My wife’s due date is coming up soon,” Jackson pointed out with a chuckle, from his own position. Youngjae stopped fumbling with his suit and turned to glare at his friends.

“Hey! This is supposed to be a special moment for me-“

Jaebum laughed. “Relax, you know they’re only messing around and trying to get riled up, Youngjae. Stop looking so nervous. It’s not like you have anything to worry about. The only one of us likely to get ditched at the altar on his wedding day was Bambam and he solved that problem nicely by making sure that nobody could attend his wedding.”

Bambam stuck his tongue out. “Hyung, you’re just bitter that your anniversary and mine are on the same day-“

Jaebum rolled his eyes. “Why would I care about something like that-”

“Would you guys shut up? She’s coming! Do I look okay, is my hair fine? Do I have anything on my face?”

Yugyeom beamed and gave him a big thumbs up. “You look great, hyung! Just go for it!”

Youngjae stiffened and hurried to his original position as the doors opened and you entered, hand-in-hand with your father. Youngjae felt his heart racing as he looked at you. You were beautiful and his mind went blank when your deep, sparkling eyes met his. You were giving him a shy smile. He gaped at you as you approached him and climbed up onto the altar to stand across from him. Your cheeks were flushed pink and you bit your lip.

“Hi,” you whispered with a flustered giggle.

“Hi,” Youngjae replied, beaming at you. “Nervous?”

“Why would I be? I have you.”

In that moment, as he looked at the woman who stood across from him in a gorgeous white dress and prepared to commit to spend the rest of her life with him, Youngjae was absolutely positive that he was marrying the right woman. He was madly, passionately and deeply in love.

And it had only taken seven weddings.

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Like Oh 2.0 - Study Session

Previous Chapter: Sleepover Word Count: 4,087 Summary: Serena and Melanie are having their own studying time, but things don’t go as well as they wanted to.

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and here’s chapter 11! also i actually did look up these phrases to be as accurate as possible. if there’s still some mistake, then do let me know. anyways, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Zhè shì shén me?" Mark asked Serena in Mandarin of 'what is this' while holding a flashcard with '好吃' written on it. The duo were studying for an upcoming exam final for class at Serena's apartment two days after the sleepover. The two were using flashcards that Serena had made since the beginning of class to help her memorize better. "Hǎo, um hǎo chī?" Serena answered while Mark stalled a bit to tease her and finally answered with a bright smile. "Shì de!" "Finally." Serena let out in English with a relived breath. "I almost thought of something else." "Well this wouldn't be the first time, Zhōng Lǐ tóng xué." He smirked at her as she stuck her tongue out at him in response. "Hǎo dè, Yí Ēn tóng xué. Zhè shì shén me?" Serena held up a flashcard with '很高兴见到你' written on it for Mark to identify.

"Really?" Mark asked while giving her a judging look. "What?" Serena shrugged. "I swear I just randomly picked it up." Mark gave her another look, but answered with ease. "Hěn gāo xìng jiàn dào nǐ." "It's not nice to meet you." Serena muttered. "Don't be jealous." "Jerk and I'm not." "Yeah, you are. Because you called me a jerk." "No and shut up, Mark." Mark laughed before he picked up another flashcard and showed it to Serena as he spoke in Chinese again. "What is this?" Serena stared at the '手臂' card for a good fifteen seconds. "Wǒ bù zhī dào." She answered with a silent laugh. "You didn't even try." Mark scoffed and then gave her a judging look. "At least guess. Had this class for at least two months now." Serena sighed."Is it shǒu zhǐ?" "Bù. Close, but it's shǒu bì instead." He turned over the card for her to see.

"Ugh. I'm gonna fail, Mark." Serena groaned as she placed her head onto the kitchen table. "You're not going to fail, Serena." Mark consoled her. "You're actually not that bad." Serena turned to smile, but then frown after what he said afterwards. "You were horrible in the beginning. Very terrible. You suck so much that-" Serena sat back up and impulsively punched him on the shoulder. "Ow, what was that for?" Mark asked surprised as Serena has never really hit him before. "There was a bug on your shoulder." She lied as she smiled sweetly at him. "That's a lie." Mark narrowed his eyes at her, but continued to rubbed the sore spot. Serena grinned at him once more before returning her attention back to the study session like nothing had happened a second ago. "Let's move on to something else."

She went through her papers and found a few worksheets. "Ah, let's do conversations." By now the pain went away and Mark agreed, although he cautiously eyed the older woman. "Why do you wanna study on everything all at once, anyways?" The male asked as she turned to look at him. "Because I wanna get everything done and over with. Why do you always insist on working and studying with me when practically the whole class wants to work with you instead?" She countered as Mark grinned. "Because you actually do your work and don't constantly stare at me. Or ask questions about the other members." "Yeah, I wonder why." She sarcastically responded "Because I'm good looking." He wriggled his eyebrows. "I didn't take you as a vain person." "I'm not. That's what they think." "And again, I wonder why."

"Because I'm an idol." Mark simply replied. "Too bad they can't just chill." Serena gave him a sympathetic look. "Anyways, let's start." Serena began getting back on track as she asked when was his birthday. "Nǐ de shēng rì shì jǐ yuè jǐ hào?" "Wǒ de shēng rì shì jiǔ yuè sì hào. Nǐ de nē?" He asked her back. "Wǒ de shēng rì yê shì zài jiǔ yuè." "Zhēn de ma?" Mark asked surprised as he learned that Serena's birthday was also in September. "Shì de." She smiled at him as she revealed the date of her birthday. "Shì jiǔ yuè shí liù rì." "Nǐ jīn nián jǐ suì?" He asked to know her age. "Mì mì." Serena replied with her index finger near her lips in a 'shh' motion while Mark rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Hǎo ba. Hǎo ba." "Wǒ jīn nián èr shí qī suì." Serena told him her age anyways with an indifferent shrug.

"Really? You look way younger than that." Mark switched to English. "You're not lying, right?" "No I'm not lying and I get that reaction a lot actually." Serena laughed. "But nope, I'm turning twenty-seven years old this year. Or well, twenty-eight in Korea's age thingy of sorts." Mark shook his head still not believing it. "Twenty-seven? Wow." "Yeah." "I thought you were like twenty-four or something." "No, that's my sister." "Wait, Melanie's twenty-four?" "Yeah in like two months after me. Why?" "I thought she was my age." "Why do you think that?" "Because she's younger than you and I thought you were twenty-four." Mark let out with a sheepish laugh. "Doesn't that make sense?" Serena laughed nodding. "Yeah, it does." Mark was about to say something else, but Serena interrupted him.

"Now, back to Chinese lessons." Serena shook her papers at him. "Stop speaking in English, Mark." "Wǒ xǐ huān shuō yīng yǔ." Mark countered as he told her he liked to speak English in Mandarin. "Bù xíng, Yí Ēn tóng xué. Bù xíng." Serena waved her finger at him in a playful scolding manner. "Shì de. Shì de!" Mark childishly answered back as he pushed her finger away from him. "Shì de, Zhōng Lǐ tóng xué. Shì de!" "So annoying." Serena muttered in English as Mark slightly glared at her. "What did you just say right now?" "Dunno." She answered in Korean while shrugging her shoulders and giving Mark an indifferent look continuing in Korean. "You're so not nice." "I am nice. You just think differently." Mark shot her a judging look as he shook his head. "You're so weird." "Glad to know." She smiled and then cast him a semi-serious expression. "Now will you leave me alone, Mark?"

Mark grinned. "No." Serena let out a defeated sigh. "At least I tried. Again." "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Serena." Mark ruffled her hair playfully as Serena moved out from under his touch and smacked his hands away. "Whoa, whoa, Mark. We're not that close, bro. You can't be doing that. I'm not one of your nieces, Mark. Or your group members." Serena fixed her hair. "Only I can mess up my own hair, okay?" Mark messed it up again. "Nah, it's fun this way." Serena smacked his hand away again and slightly fixed her hair again. "Stupid shit." She muttered under her breath as she tied her hair into a ponytail, but Mark had heard her and let out a chuckle. "So hostile." "No I'm not." "Yes, you are." He said as he batted at the ends of her ponytail. "This bish." Serena muttered as Mark laughed again.

The idol looked at their class notes and shoved everything away. "Let's take a break." He suggested while speaking in English as Serena eyed him. "Just so you can play with my Nintendo 64, no thanks." "Wait, you have a Nintendo 64?" "No. Neither do I have a PlayStation 2." "You have a PlayStation 2, too?" "Uh, no." Mark shot her a look. "You already gave yourself away. Twice." Serena groaned as she placed her head onto the kitchen table again. "I shouldn't have answered the door or the Skype call." Mark chuckled softly while playing with Serena's hair again. "Don't act like you hate me." "I don't have to act to hate you." "Wow." Serena turned her head to flash him a tired smile. "Anyways, I didn't bring a lot of games with me. Just the ones I usually play with. The others are all back home."

Mark stood up and stretched his limbs. "That's fine, Serena. Let's go play and take our break." Serena sat back up and stared up at him. "Mark, I think we should continue studying." "We will, Serena, it's just a mini break." Mark tried to reasoning with her. "C'mon. We've been studying for like three hours. We need a break to relax our brain or whatever." "It's been less than an hour, Mark." "Same difference. A break helps." "Work hard, play hard, right?" "Exactly. You know what's up. Now let's just rest our brain for a bit and play all those games you got for both the Nintendo 64 and the PlayStation 2." Serena groaned as she gave in while standing up and stretching her limbs. "Just don't cry when I kick your ass." "Yeah, right. I'm a pro." "We'll see."

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Two hours later Mark and Serena were still playing video games when a knock sounded and Serena paused the game. "What? Why did you pause? I was about to go ham." Mark whined as Serena rolled her eyes. "Someone's at the door. Calm down." Serena made her way to the door and looked out at the peephole and saw three GOT7 members and she let out a sigh. "Is it bother Serena Day today or what?" She mumbled to herself as she opened the door. "Hey guys. What's up?" "Help us study for our English exam, please, noona." The trio begged as Serena looked at Yugyeom, Jinyoung, and Youngjae with a puzzled look. "Um, that's not until like two weeks from now." "Yeah, but don't you remember that we have a practice exam on Tuesday that will give us extra credit in place of our lowest test score?" Yugyeom asked as it dawned on Serena. "Oh, right, you do." "So will you help us?" "I guess. One's already here, so what's three more."

"Great!" Youngjae exclaimed happily as Serena allowed them into her apartment with a smile. The trio ended up playing video games with Mark while she went about to get her materials for the class. "I hope I have everything Ana gave me." Serena muttered after exiting her room and then making her way into Jeannie's room to grab the large white board she had along with all the dry erase markers. Serena returned to the living room with the items and placed them onto the floor before making her way towards Jasmine's room for the small table. "Please don't break this. This belongs to Minjae." She said as she returned back to the living room as the quartet nodded their heads. She gave them a firm look as the quartet responded. "Yes. We won't break the table." "Cool. Now let's begin. The game can wait."

The males groaned, but eventually sat at the table while Serena stood before them with her back to them. When she turned around she looked at Mark with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing, Mark?" "Sitting in." "Why?" "Can I not?" "If you want." She looked at the other three. "Ready?" "Ready!" They announced excitedly as Serena chuckled while turning around to write a phrase on the white board. "What is your favorite food?" She read out loud in English while facing the idols again. "My favorite fo-" Serena interrupted Mark. "You don't need to answer, Mark." "Why not?" He asked with a slight frown. "I know English. I can help." "I know you do, but it's because you're not in the English class." "And your point is?" Serena eyed him. "Do you wanna teach the class instead, Mark?" "No." "Exactly."

"Anyways," Serena began again as she pointed at Jinyoung while calling him by his English name. "Justin, how about you answer this question first." "Ah," Jinyoung was startled to start first, but recovered instantly to answer confidently. "My favorite food is hamburger and pizza." "Good job, Justin." Serena praised him while looking at Youngjae. "Elliot, your turn. How about you?" "Uh, um," Youngjae began to stuttered before answering. "My favorite food is, is not cucumbers." Serena chuckled as she nodded. "Yeah, you can answer that way too. Nice job. Chris?" Serena cast her eyes onto Yugyeom as he smiled brightly at her. "What is your favorite food?" "I like samgyupsal, bulgogi, kimbap, and chicken!" He answered easily as Jinyoung called him out on it. "You're supposed to answer it in English."

"What do you mean? It is in English. I also like choco shake." Yugyeom added with a confused look while Jinyoung explained. "You can't say samgyupsal. It's pork belly. Bulgogi is fire meat and kimbap is rolled seaweed rice." Serena intervened as she switched to Korean. "No, no, it's okay to answer with the Korean names for Korean foods, Jinyoung." She looked over at Yugyeom. "You can answer like that as well. It's okay. Everyone's answer is correct in their own way." Yugyeom smiled happily as he stuck his tongue out at Jinyoung who wanted to hit the younger male, but refrained from doing so. "Okay, next phrase!" Serena beamed at them as she put down the black marker she was using to use another color, but frownd when she couldn't find the cup that held the other markers? "Where did the markers go?"

"Mark has the markers!" Mark exclaimed with a loud laugh as he brought out the cup from behind him. "How did you take them?" "I'm a ninja cat." "No you're not. That's me. May I have them back, please." "No." "You act just like my niece and nephew." "I'm not that childish." "Whatever, kid. Just give back me my markers, please." Serena stated as she marched over to the group of four and took the cup away from Mark. "I honestly don't know why I tolerate you sometimes." Serena huffed as Mark continued to laugh at his enjoyment of messing around with the older woman. "Anyways," Serena calmed herself down. "Where can I...?" She said out loud while writing the incomplete sentence on the board before facing the idols again.

"Who would like to complete the sentence and come up here to write it?" She repeated the phrase. "Oh, me! I want to go first!" Youngjae happily exclaimed as he stood up and ran over to Serena taking the offered marker as he wrote beneath the phrase. "...play the piano?" He completed the sentence as Serena smiled at him before answering his question for fun. "You can play the piano at your company, Elliot." Youngjae laughed awkwardly as Serena patted his back with a smile. "Good job. Next?" Yugyeom jumped up next and took Youngjae's spot. "...meet Chris Brown?" Yugyeom asked once he finished writing as Serena chuckled. "I don't know, Chris. I don't really follow him." She then patted the tall male on the back as well. "But good job. Ne-Mark sit back down. Justin stand up please."

Mark grumbled as he did what he was told while Jinyoung stood up instead patting the older male on the shoulder with a comforting smile. "Okay, Justin, please complete the sentence." Jinyoung stared at the white board for a moment or two as he tried to think of something. "Um, can't think of anything, Justin?" "Oh, no, I have something." Jinyoung answered before releasing an embarrassed laugh. "I just don't know how to write it." "Just do your best." Serena encouraged him as Jinyoung cast the female his signature smile, but Serena saw a hint of mischievousness in it. "Okay." He answered as he finally completed the sentence with a smug look. "... sign about my pictures?" "Huh?" The others let out in confusion as Jinyoung cast Serena a secretive look. He sidled up to her to whisper for her only to hear.

"The pictures you took at the sleepover." He said in Korean as Serena's eyes widened at being found out while the rest of the boys screamed to be let in on the secret. "What is it?!" "It's nothing!" Serena barked at them and tried to control her tone a few seconds later. "You don't need to know about it." Serena wiped the white board clean and set it to the side with all the other materials while she stared at the quartet. "Okay, boys! Lessons over. Go home. Buh-bye!" She waved at them with a smile plastered onto her face while the males looked at her in puzzlement while her smile dissolved. "Um, like go home. Run along to your other members and manager or something." "BamBam and Jackson hyung are with Seunghoon hyung about a new schedule in less than two weeks from now." Jinyoung informed her.

"Jaebeom hyung left the apartment in a hurry before we came over here." Youngjae added. "He didn't say where though." "You four can still go back home." Serena smiled while Yugyeom frowned at her. "But wouldn't you be alone, Jyongri noona?" "No, I won't be." "Don't lie. You need company." Mark countered as Serena shot him a look. "I do not and I quite like being alone, Mark." "I understand you a lot, Jyongri noona, I really do." Jinyoung agreed as Serena nodded in agreement in his direction. "Right, Jinyoung." She then let out a sigh knowing full well how this was going to turn out. "Anyways, I don't think I can get rid of you guys so easily. You can play games until everyone returns home." "Yay!" The rest cheered happily while turning around to play with Serena's game consoles. "Kids. I swear."

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Melanie was nervously hanging out in the library of Seoul National University after she had called Jaebeom about Kyungtae who had shown up to one of her group study session at a table on the campus after her final class of the day out of the blue. She didn't know how the guy knew she would be at that specific location, but Kyungtae ended up having an altercation with two of her group members which were both males. The males students were taken to the school's infirmary whereas Kyungtae was escorted off the school's campus by security. Before Kyungtae was escorted he told Melanie that he would be waiting for her at the entrance or maybe somewhere close by and that he'll message her for further details. It sent chills down her spine and she contacted Jaebeom as soon as possible about it.

Of course that didn't stop Kyungtae from trying to reach her as much as possible when she didn't answer his calls or his messages when he was escorted. Melanie didn't want to miss any of Jaebeom's calls or messages if he did try to reply back to her. After ten plus calls and over fifty plus messages Melanie just had enough and told Kyungtae to leave her alone and that she wasn't interested in him at all. The way Kyungtae reacted was too calm for her liking and Melanie wished she hadn't told the others that she'll be fine and would go home to her sister's place. Melanie debated on telling her friends, but they had plans and she didn't want to get in their way. She messaged Serena, but her sister hadn't responded at all. So the only person she could think of was Jaebeom and contacted the idol with hesitation.

The female wandered down the aisles in anticipation when she felt her hand phone vibrate within her hand and she brought it up to her face to see who the caller was. Melanie answered it immediately. "Jeffrey!" She said in a relieved tone as a smile spread across her face. "Glad to hear that you're doing good." Jaebeom chuckled. "Are you still at the library?" He asked a second later as he was waiting at the entrance and saw no sign of Kyungtae within the vicinity. "I'm at the entrance." "Is he still out there?" Melanie asked in almost a whisper, but Jaebum heard her. "No. I don't see him around." "Okay. I'm leaving the library right now." She notified him as she did just that. "I'll call again when I-" Jaebeom interrupted her. "No. Stay on the line so that I can also hear you as you make your way to me, noona." "Okay, JB."

They continued to talk as Melanie hurried along and cautiously looked over her shoulders and surroundings when she made her way to the school's entrance and spotted a disguised Jaebeom once she made out his silhouette when he wave at her. Neither of them hung up until they actually reached the other. "Hi." Melanie greeted the idol as she impulsive wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "Thank you so much, JB." She thanked him in a relieved tone as Jaebeom hugged her back awkwardly. "Um, you're welcome, Chaewon noona." Melanie pulled back to look at him. "Sorry about that, but it just felt nice to do that after what I've been feeling for like almost two hours now. "It's okay." Jaebeom smiled as she placed both of his hands onto her shoulders. "I'm just glad you're alright and safe."

He gave her a once over. "Kyungtae didn't do anything else after he was escorted off of the campus, right?" Melanie shook her head. "No, nothing else, JB. Nothing after I finally told him off, too." Jaebeom nodded as he gave her another once over. "Alright, noona, I'll give him a talk or have Taesuk hyung or Chulsoo hyung talk to Kyungtae about it instead. Those guys will be able to handle it better than me due to my schedules." "Thanks again, JB." Melanie thanked him again as Jaebeom squeezed her shoulders in reassurance. "You're welcome. Now, let's just get you back to Jyongri noona's place and I hope you'll tell her about all of this." "I will, JB. Don't worry, I'll definitely tell, unnie, and the others about it." Melanie told him as the two began making their way to the subway station.

"Have you eaten yet? Do you want to get anything to eat or drink?" Jaebeom asked a few seconds later as Melanie nodded her head. "Yes, please. That would be great because I haven't eaten anything since this morning." She admitted with a sheepish laugh. "I was also scared and lazy to get anything at the cafeteria once the incident occurred." Jaebeom gave her a small smile. "We can stop by somewhere on the way." "Great. It would helped settled out the other nerves, too." Jaebeom glanced at her in concern. "Are you going to be able to sleep tonight?" "I'm sure I'll be fine, JB. If not, then I'll just call you so you can sing me to sleep." Melanie chuckled as Jaebeom broke into a soft smile "That wouldn't be such a bad idea if you need it." "Then I'll keep that in mind if I can't fall asleep."

The female sighed as the male glanced at her. "What's up?" "We weren't able to review our notes for the upcoming exams." Melanie admitted as Jaebeom chuckled. "What are you laughing at?" "It's nothing. Sorry. But um," Jaebeom let out a small cough. "How about I help you out?" "Do you know anything about business administration?" "Nope, not a thing. But I can read and asked you questions about them." "True." "So is that a yes or no?" "Let me think about it and I'll get back to you." Jaebeom rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Alright. Just let me know." "Will do, Jeffrey." Jaebeom eyed the female who cast him a large grin. "You know you like the name, too, or you wouldn't have chosen it." "I'm not saying anything." "You don't have to because I don't care anyways." "Wow." "Just kidding." "Sure you are."

Jaebum and Melanie boarded the Seoul National University Station on Line 2 and left Gwanak, stopped by at a burger joint in Seocho, and then finally arrived in Gangnam at the Cheongdam Station. When they made it to Serena's apartment Melanie invited Jaebeom inside as she had a feeling that the others were going to be there. When they did enter the apartment the duo witnessed a video game contest going on with everyone either cheering on Mark or Serena as they were currently playing Pokemon Stadium. Jaebeom then took Serena's spot as Melanie and her went to have a long talk. Serena made a called to their aunt Julisa for advice and Serena finally gave Melanie her pepper spray. Soon enough they were joined by Jackson and BamBam and stayed for an hour or two more and then called it night.

#staytheb #got7 scenarios

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lapetitebleu · 6 years

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Hi! Saw that reqs weren't sent in so here I am sending one in to ya!! Although it was for another group and member but a GOT7 one doesn't hurt. :D anyways may I request one for Jinyoung where his S/O says they found a new 'jinyoung' to replace them but it's really just a pet or a stuffed animal to tease them with, please and thanks! I hope this makes sense because I did this to my male coworker who's name is Ryan and I told him I replaced him with another Ryan which is the kakaofriend Ryan. XD

Hi! Aws, thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took a while to answer, I was handling a few things from college. Also, I hope you like this… it’s my first time, so I tried my best. It’s no so long neither, I apologize.

Requests are still open!

“Hurry back or I’ll find another JinYoung to replace you,” you joked to your boyfriend on the last call you got to share together while he was in the middle of the tour, and he just laughed it off.

Whenever the boys went on tour, the final week was the hardest to bear with for you two since the anxiety to meet up again rose to the max. Part of JinYoung was sad that the concerts ended, but another was excited to be able to spend time together after not being able to text or call each other almost at all as he had been working on their next album with the rest of GOT7. That was exactly the reason why he was almost desperate to see you again as soon as they got back home, except he accidentally saw the texts Jackson and you were sending each other during their flight.

Jackson W: “So… how’s Junior doing?”

JinYoung frowned, for one, you both knew how over he was of that nickname, and two, why would Jackson be asking for him when they were a row of seats away from each other?

You: “Well… I hope JinYoung doesn’t find out about him yet. It’s awkward enough that they share the same name.”

Jackson: “I still think you should tell him the truth.”

“Are you reading Jackson’s chats?” JinYoung jumped up a bit, turning to look at JaeBeom. The leader arched a brow when the other half of JJ Project shook his head. JinYoung brushed him off with a shrug once he got a grip of himself, but his mind kept going on all the possible scenarios that included a man (named exactly like him) and you together and him not knowing.

He didn’t get to see you right when they landed, as they had to go back to the company for their closing meeting, giving and taking reports and tabs on everything from the tour. It was past midnight when he sent you a message asking if you could go meet him at the JYPE building since he was stuck working with JaeBeom on the last details for their comeback. An hour later, you were knocking on their studio with a bag of food in hand, well aware of how those two could forget to eat whenever they were focused on their music.

“Hey,” you peaked inside after softly knocking, your eyes warming up at the sight of JinYoung laying on the couch fast asleep. JaeBeom greeted you with a small smile, quickly snatching the bag from your hands. He left JinYoung’s portion on the small coffee table there, and excused himself out to give you some privacy.

You turned to look at your boyfriend, biting your bottom lip to hold back the emotions swirling inside for having missed him dreadfully. Taking a seat on the arm rest, you started combing your fingers through his hair, until he slowly blinked awake. His smile was dazzling, almost making your heart beat right out of your chest, and you leaned down to peck his lips. “Missed me much?”

“Mmh, I had a JinYoung that kept me company,” you teased him, but his expression changed drastically, taking you by surprise, “what?”

“You have another JinYoung in your life now?”

“It’s a long story…”

“Oh, I see, since I’ve been gone so long, you just went and found another JinYoung because there’s a lot of people named like that,” the situation was turning ridiculous, you just listened to him while biting back your smile. He wasn’t angry; he was just being dramatic, as always. “Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me!” he whined, but you just laughed.

“Is this JinYoung?” JaeBeom pursed his lips in order to keep himself from laughing, “Seriously?”

You held a small Pomeranian puppy in yours arms as you nodded, “Yep, isn’t he the cutest?” you pressed the puppy’s nose to yours, “I just love him.”

“Have you told JinYoung?” Jackson came in drinking some coffee, “Because he’s driving us insane.”

“Nope, I just think it’s fun having him think it's another JinYoung, as in a guy,” YuGyeom cackled from his place in the couch from their new practice room, “though I do know JinYoung from B1A4…”

“Don’t tell him that or he’s never going to stop complaining he’s not the only JinYoung in your life, please,” YoungJae begged as he looked at photos of Coco on his phone.

JinYoung had been checking a few scripts for possible upcoming dramas, so he was arriving late to practice, and didn’t know you went on a surprise visit with your new puppy named after your boyfriend just to tease him. He stood by the door at hearing your laughter, and didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but not really because he stood there watching your back as you spoke.

“It’s just that I couldn’t help it, I fell in love with him at first sight,” you explained whole-heartedly, “I knew I had to tell JinYoung, but I knew he’d be pissed that they even share the name.”

JinYoung almost kicked the door open, which scared the puppy who jumped out of your arms. You were so shocked that you could only call after him as he ran straight towards your boyfriend, “JINYOUNG!” both the dog and your boyfriend looked up at you; then, he looked back at the puppy. JinYoung took a minute to process the information before he picked the puppy up, “JinYoung?” he saw the dog turn to you too.

“IS THIS THE JINYOUNG YOU CHANGED ME FOR?!” You could only shrug with a smile while the puppy began to licked his cheek, slowly softening his expression, “… Well, he is cute.”

“Cuter than you.”

“Hey!” You just laughed before you came closer to kiss both of your JinYoungs’ cheeks.

#got7 #got7 scenario #request #jinyoung #reader #imagine #park jinyoung #jaebeom #jaebum #bambam #jackson #mark #youngjae #yugyeom

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jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae · 6 years

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New Life *Part One* (Mark Tuan Series)

Hey guys! I wanted to try something different. I’ve done a mini series on here before but never a full blown series. I want to try it out and I want this to be interactive. I want you guys to reach out and tell me what you think. Do you like it, hate it, anything inbetween? I love talking to you guys and hearing what you think. Please feel free to send me messages or inbox me and I will interact with you guys. Lets try this out, shall we?

Description: Kyon Minjee has moved away from away from her hometown to attend college with her childhood best friend, Kunpi- sorry, BamBam. This is meant to be a fresh start after some less than savory years in college and everything seems to be going well with her new friends and the hot neighbor that lives across the hall, but she's not the only one who moved here. Hwa Minki has also moved in and seems to set on reminding his ex-girlfriend exactly why she left him.

Kyon Minjee's POV:

I can't help but roll my eyes as BamBam slips through the door just moments before the professor. He's never been the most punctual person and college is no different, apparently. I mean, it's his first class for goodness' sake. He collapses in the seat next to me, his breathe leaving him in pants.

Even though it's obvious that he rushed this morning, his outfit is flawless, as usual. He moved from Thailand at the age of five and has always put way more effort into his appearance than I do. His ripped black skinny jeans, dark colored boots, and fitted t-shirt match the cooler classroom temperature well. Being his best friend, I know he's attractive with his fiery red hair and deep brown eyes. He's not my type but he's definitely attractive.

The first class is easy, mostly consisting of the professor going over the syllabus and making us introduce ourselves. BamBam, as always, acts in an eccentric manner as he requests that everyone call him BamBam instead of his birth name, Kunpimook Bhuwakul. His Thai birth name can be very difficult to pronounce. Finally, we can leave class and find somewhere to get food.

"Oh, honey, did I tell that I finally met my roommate?" BamBam drops his overflowing plate next to mine.

"And?" I nudge his arm, digging into my own plate of food. He had been a little nervous about deciding to have a roommate in the first place. I was trying not to rely on BamBam as much so I decided to get a small, one bedroom apartment by myself.

"Name: Kim Yugyeom. Status: Giant teddy bear," BamBam grins happily," I've invited him to eat lunch with us. Are we still cooking tonight?"

"I'm glad you two get along. Yeah. Do you want to invite him?" I raise my eyebrows at him, grabbing my phone to check my messages. My mom is probably going to be calling to check on me soon.

"Yeah, if you're okay with it. I was thinking we could make..." I glance at my lit up screen before slamming it back on the table, grabbing BamBam's attention," What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," I try to grab my phone but I can't reach it in time. Once again, the screen is lit up and a scowl takes over his once happy expression.

"Why the fuck is he not blocked on your phone?" A fierce glare takes over his face as his eyes scan the table around us.

"I-," To be honest, I don't have an answer for him. I wish I did.

"Kyon Minjee, I fucking swear..." He trails off, noticing the tears building in my eyes," Babe, I love you. You know I do. But... you can't do this to yourself again. He broke you, baby. I can't watch that happen again."

Images bombard my head. Most of them are things I would much rather forget, things that haunt my nightmares almost every night. My head falls onto BamBam's shoulder as his hand rubs up and down my arm soothingly. Most people think BamBam and I are dating because we show a lot of skinship and he calls me by a lot of pet names, but it's how he helps me survive. He's like a security blanket constantly reminding me that I'm somewhere safe and warm. He's the only reason I survived Junior year.

"Kitten, Hwa Minki is the last person on this earth who deserves to talk to you. We came here for a fresh start. Please, just block him? Don't let him drag you down again," He gently wipes away my tears, handing me my phone.

Deep down, I know that he's right. I should have blocked Minki after the incident, but I didn't feel strong enough. I can't let him ruin my fresh start, though. Our fresh start. We worked hard for this and I won't let anything ruin it. Finally, I let out a breathe and hit the button, blocking Hwa Minki from my life.

"Good job, Jagi," I rest my head on his shoulder again as his fingers stroke through my hair. His phone chirps and he quickly checks the message," Yugyeom is on his way. Are you okay with meeting him, now?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine," I run a hand through my hair, straightening it. A small smile now rests on my face," So, what were you saying about dinner earlier?"

"Oh yeah! Can we make ramen tonight?" His eyes shine with his excitement. A giggle escapes me at his obvious excitement.

"Homemade noodles and all?" I finally start eating my food again. It's cold but I'm hungry, plus, I don't want to be wasteful. A tall boy with a big smile and light blonde hair approaches your table. As he gets closer, you notice a small mole under his eye.

"Of course. It's not fun unless we make a mess," He ruffles my hair before standing to greet the boy," Hey Yugyeom! This is my best friend, Kyon Minjee. Minjee, this is Kim Yugyeom."

"It's nice to meet you! I hope we can get along," Yugyeom says in a bright voice. His smile is nearly blinding. I smile back at him.

"Please take care of BamBam for me. I know he can be a bit of a handful sometimes," I give BamBam a teasing look and he immediately plays it up.

"You bite your tongue woman," BamBam mock glares at me. Yugyeom laughs, watching our antics.

"Anyway, please sit, Yugyeom. We can't have you stand there and eat," I offer him another smile. He sits and quickly starts eating," I need another drink so I'll be right back."

"Get me one please!" BamBam yells after me. I roll my eyes and give him a thumbs up. As I am getting our drinks, I notice a lone boy sitting at a table by himself. His black hair is parted down the middle to expose his forehead. He eats quietly, watching the people around him. I find myself approaching him, unable to resist a sad face," Hey. I was wondering if you would like to sit with my friends and I? It's not fun to eat alone."

"Really?" His eyes seem to light up and a bright smile takes over his face," Are you sure?"

"Absolutely! Follow me!" I pick both of the drinks back up and lead him to our table," What's your name?"

"Choi Youngjae," He says in a cheerful voice.

"Kyon Minjee. Nice to meet you," I lead him to our table and reclaim my seat next to BamBam, setting out drinks down.

"I was wondering what took you so long. I see we've gained a new friend," BamBam glances at Youngjae.

"Hi. My name is Choi Youngjae. Is it okay if I sit here?" He asks shyly. I giggle at his cuteness.

"If Minjee invited you, then of course you can," BamBam grins," My name is BamBam."

"It's okay, he's foreign," I loudly whisper to Youngjae when I see the look of confusion on his face. BamBam scowls.

"Are you looking for a fight?" He throws a fake punch toward me.

"We both know I would win," I roll my eyes at his antics.

"My name is Kim Yugyeom," Yugyeom introduces himself once he's sure our banter has calmed down.

"Oh yeah! Do you guys want to join us for dinner tonight? BamBam and I are making ramen," BamBam is always looking to make new friends and this will provide him the perfect opportunity.

"Really? I haven't had a good ramen in a while," Yugyeom looks excited.

"Is it really okay?" Youngjae seems more nervous.

"Of course! I would love to make friends with you!" A smile lights up Youngjae's face once again. I smile back, already liking this fresh start.

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"The noodles are almost finished. Is the broth ready?" Bam asks, wiping his hands on his apron. The doorbell rings and he dashes over to it," Hey guys! The food will be finished soon!"

"We brought the drinks," Youngjae says cheerily. We had asked them to bring drinks because we didn't get a chance to run out and pick them up.

"I'm surprised you found Bam's drink. He's a bit picky," I drop the noodles in the broth and watch over them," You guys can set up in the living room. . Bam knows where everything is."

"You're lucky you're cute," BamBam mutters, giving me a dirty look. He likes cooking so he's upset I'm making him leave the kitchen. Once everyone eats, we starting talking and playing around. We seem to become close quickly.

Yugyeom fits BamBam's description. He's like a teddy bear, warm and comforting. He also has a bright, but eccentric, personality that matches BamBam's well. Youngjae turns out to be quite loud and happy, talking animatedly to the boys. A knock on the door breaks the moment.

I answer it to find a beautiful boy. His hair is brown and swept to one side to show his forehead. His lips are full and he has a lean, but muscular build. His loose t-shirt and ripped jeans fit him well. I can feel nerves building. I've always had a thing for pretty boys.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but you're just a little bit loud," He says apologetically.

"Mark, do you need me to beat them up for you?" Another boy sticks his head out of the apartment across the hall from mine.

"No Jackson," The boy in front of me, Mark, sighs.

"I'm very sorry. I'll let my friends know and I promise we'll be quieter. I'm not usually this loud," I bite my lip, my eyes meeting his perfectly almond shaped brown ones.

"Ah, so you live here?" He asks softly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I really do apologize from the noise," I bow and he nods.

"You're fine. I'm not usually this high maintenance but I'm exhausted. I'm really sorry," Mark seems truly apologetic.

"Don't worry about it. We'll quiet down," I bow again," I hope we can get along."

"I'm sure we can. I should get back before my roommate eats my dinner," Mark bows in return and heads back to his apartment.

"Alright guys. We're a bit too loud," I finally say, collapsing next to BamBam.

"I should probably leave anyway. I have an early class tomorrow," Yugyeom yawns and stretches.

"Give me a minute and we can all head back together," BamBam promises before turning back to me," So... he was cute."

"Who was cute?" My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Your neighbor. He's definitely your type. You've always loved pretty boys," BamBam wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Oh my goodness. I am not talking to your about my hot neighbor. Go home!" I shove his shoulder.

"'Hot neighbor'? Hmmm..." BamBam wiggles his eyebrows . I shove him again. "Go!" I get up and practically drag him out the door.

"See you tomorrow, Yeobo!" BamBam kisses me on the head before heading back to his apartment complex with Yugyeom and Youngjae, who lives in the same building. I collapse into my own bed, thinking of my extremely attractive neighbor.

Please let me know what you think! I already have the first 4 parts written and I will schedule them to update even if my internet goes out again.

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 series #got7 mark #got7 mark tuan #got7 mark scenario #got7 mark series #got7 bambam #got7 bambam scenarios #got7 bambam series #got7 yugyeom #got7 youngjae #got7 jackson

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hyung-line-wife · 7 years

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Jungkook Scenario : You Find Him Cheating on You Pt.5

Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE. Part 3, Here. Part 4, HERE.

“Are you comfortable? Do you want something to drink?.” Dawon asked you after you had entered the black van, which was taking you to the award show.

“No, I’m fine thank you.” After the disaster of your meeting on the morning, both of you were really awkward between each other... or at least you were.

The truth was that you didn’t knew how to treat him, you weren’t sure if he really had a crush on you for real, I mean, he hadn’t told you so directly, but.. his members had said that, and he also had shown some signs, like blushing, or constantly not looking you directly into the eyes. Plus, he usually was concerned for your commodity.

Was it all for the interviews? Or was he genuine, that was the real question. Maybe he wasn’t that used to girls...

“Oh! I forgot I had to vlog this!.” You suddenly realized, jumping from your seat towards your bag on the seats of the back. Your hadn’t vlogged for almost four days... counting your depression episode.

You had to be on track again. It didn’t matter if that vlog had to be uploaded in some weeks, due to the confidentiality of the show. Your hands rummaged through the random stuff you had thrown into your bag, leaning your body towards Dawon, due to the car movements.

You finally found your vlog camera, and with a triumphant smile, you proceeded to impulse yourself backwards, however, the car made a sharp turn in that moment, and you ended up squishing Dawon against the window.

“..Uh. I’m sorry.” Your reddened yourself due to the situation. His large extremities were cramped against the window, with a perplexed look on his face. However, it suddenly turned into a laugh, confusing you.

“You finally blushed” He finally said, while looking at you plopping yourself into the other seat. “It really suits you.”

What?.

“O-oh.” You looked away awkwardly, while straightening your dress. Why were you so embarrassed? It was just an accident! It wasn’t as if you had thrown yourself into him.

Wait, what. You were blushing because you had been really close with a guy? Dawon? What? But you had a boyfriend, and you certainly had it been coloring books when you were home alone....

“I.. I have to do some vlogging.” You turned towards him, throwing all those thoughts away. “..Would you like to be on it?”

It was like you had asked a little puppy if he wanted a treat. His eyes were almost sparkling with happiness, making you smile unconsciously. Oh right, he was a fan of your vlogs.

“I feel would feel honored.” You giggled, turning in the camera.

“Okay. 3, 2, 1, Action!... Good day guys! Y/N ‘s Vloggy Adventures is back!” You recorded yourself, while throwing an arm towards the air. “And today’s adventure is... guess what.”

You turned your camera in direction towards Dawon, who was just looking at you like an excited puppy. However, when he realized that he had the camera over him, he stared at it with a blank expression.

You moved your other hand, trying tell him to complete your phrase. Thankfully he got it.

“We are going to the Jildan Music Awards!.”

“Yeah, that’s right!.” You tilted the camera towards you, proud of him. “And as you just saw, I am accompanied by an important person... JXK’s Dawon-oppa!.”

Did. You. Just. Called. Him. Oppa?.

Seriously, all the makeup you were getting on lately had begun to affect your brain.

“So... Present yourself!” You rapidly continued, trying to make it up as if nothing had occurred. Gosh, please let my makeup hide the blush that had started to creep on my cheeks.

Thankfully, when you focused the camera on him, he wasn’t looking at you, shocked, or uncomfortably, as you had expected. However, he was staring at you face, as a small smile, that you could have almost said it he had liked it.

‘In contrast of Jungkook, and his ‘oppa’ kink.’ You thought sarcastically.

“Hello guys! I am Hwan Da Won, from JXK, and I am the biggest fan of Y/N-ah.” The grabbed the camera tripod from your hands, and focused the lens on you. “Now please Y/N, show us your outfit”

You laughed, impressed by his ability to continue with the vlog.

“So, as you know guys, stylists usually choose your outfit for the award shows. In this case, the stylist gave me this cute stripped pants, they are really comfortable, as they are not tight. I think the lines are really cute, as they are in different shades of blue. And... for the top, I have this soft white crop turtle neck.” You were really unsure about that last piece of clothing, as it hugged your body too much, and left your stomach exposed. “And of course, the stylists gave me this cute long gold dangling earrings. “

“Wow, doesn’t she look gorgeous?” Dawon commented to the camera, as if talking to a public. However, what he said next was directed to you, with a softer voice. “And by the way, that top really fits you. You look gorgeous... More than what you actually are. “

You had placed a hand over your chest, trying to block the view unconsciously, and he had notice it. You felt blush creep over your cheeks, for the millionth time in this hour.

Yet, this time it was accompanied by a tingling sensation inside your stomach, a sensation you had thought you could only feel with.... him.

...You were probably just starting to get comfortable around Dawon... right?

You and Dawon had been talking for what seemed like an hour to the camera, while the van took you to the show. You were really nervous, and it was noticeable in the vlog.

“...So-o guys, I would be updating you when I get there, and try to film everything that I can!.” You turned off the recording button, after informing the viewers. You released a shaky breath, while looking at your lap nervously.

“I was also nervous like that the first time I went to an awards show.” Dawon broke the silence, making you deviate your attention towards him.

“No.. I mean, I am not nervous because of the awards themselves, I mean, I would not be participating on any of them.” You said he last part with an amused tone.

“What?. Y/N, you are participating” He had a perplexed look on his face.

‘Participating?. What is he talking about?... ‘ You thought to yourself confused. Oh fuck. You do were participating.

There was a category on the show that awarded the most influential person on the internet, and you had been nominated along with other korean youtubers. These past few days had been a complete crazy frenzy that you had almost forgotten that you had been invited, and were competing on your first award show today.

“God, how could I have forgotten.” You placed a hand on your face sighing.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I am almost sure that you would win.” He reassured you quickly. “I mean... I kept voting in almost all of the spare time I had...” He gave you a half smile, while scratching his perfectly styled hair.

He seriously seemed like a really dedicated fan towards you. You just wished that people in reality were like that...

“Oh right! Dawon.. I have wanted to ask you a question.”

“What is it?”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone the time we bumped into each other at the music station...?”

He just stared at you silently, slowly changing his expression to sadness. Until he looked away, sighing.

"You know that I have been your fan for a lot of time right?... I never thought that I would be meeting you at music station, in that way.”

“But-.”

“At first when I bumbed into you, I was thrilled, but then I saw your face... I was really curious about what had occurred to you.” He continued, now looking at you in the eyes. “However, I then found out.”

What?. Oh no, nobody should know about your fight with Jungkook... or at least until both of you sorted it out.

“No, no. Calm down, nobody else knows about your... er.. little problem with him.” He assures you as he saw your expression. “I was walking by when I heard him talking about it with Yugyeom.”

It was known between the fandoms that Jungkook and Yugyeom were best friends, however, in real life, they were like brothers. When you usually went to Jungkook’s dorm, you found Yugyeom there, both of them playing games, or playing around like usual. It didn’t really surprise you that Jungkook went to him after the stupidity he had caused.

“So you know everything...”

“I... I did.” He confessed not trying to deny it. “What he did was unexcusable. You know, as a great admirer of you... and maybe something more.. , I would do anything in my power to protect you from him.”

“I..I really don’t need you to worry about it, Dawon, I sure we will sort it out without any dramas or anyone interfering.” You assured him, nodding positively. He didn’t make any expression, and just watched you cautiously, you interpreted it as warning. “Anyways, thank you for your offer.”

The little trip you had made by car from the studios in Busan to the Awards Show had made you become comfortable with each other in a good way.

Trum.

“We have arrived to the Award Shows.” The man driving the van informed you, while turning the shades that separed the driver seat to the passengers seats, down.

“Now we will start making the line towards the blue carpet, so that you get some good photos on the entrance.” The driver explained to you, while accommodating his sunglasses with one finger.

The van moved towards the huge crowd of reporters on the sides of the blue carpet, their dark frames against the afternoon hues, becoming bigger and bigger as the car advanced.

You directed your eyes towards Dawon, who looked mesmerized at the reporters, his handsome profile contrasting against the polarized windows.

“You would be getting after the car in front. Remember you have less than 10 seconds to leave the car, as there are other artists behind you.” The older man told you, looking at the retrovisor mirror.

You gathered your skirt in your hands, ready to hop from the car the moment Dawon left. You saw him pass a hand through his hair, checking it, before he turned towards you to give you and encouraging smile.

“This is the first time I am doing this alone.” You hadn’t realized that before, but that was the first time he wasn’t in the company of his group members. “Calm down Y/N, we are in this together.”

The shouts of the press now sounded as if it was being muffled by the polarized windows directly. You were in front of the carpet now. Dawon gave you one last reassuring look before turning towards the door handle, and pulling it, to reveal the exterior.

The voices now sounded really loud and real, as you blindly tried to recognize the landscape outside the car, accommodating your eyesight to the afternoon light, like a new born opening its eyes for the first time.

“Dawon, look over here!.”

“Dawon, why didn’t you attend with JXK?.”

Dawon was now standing outside the car, dusting off his tux, before turning towards you, and extending a hand towards you.

You started sliding towards Dawon’s seat, so that you could take his hand, and be able to exit the car in elegantly. You placed your hand over his, and felt his fingers embrace yours warmly.

You hopped off the car with one jump, before releasing a giggle, checking if your dress was alright.

Click, click.

“Who is she..?” Someone murmured in the crowd. The screams had now been converted into murmurs.

Click, click.

“It’s your time to shine. Just follow my lead.” Dawon whispered you, before releasing your hand, and walking elegantly through the large carpet, smiling towards the cameras.

You regained your composure, and glided along his tall figure, making every inch of your muscles move in the most elegant way possible.

Arms backwards, chest puffed, and smile shining, you had to look your best on this carpet.

“Oh!.. She is Jungkook’s girlfriend, Y/N!.” One reporter screeched through the murmurs of the crowd.

Ohno.

Well... Shit.

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years

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3AM Drive - Thru (JJK x You x The8/Minghao) //Chapter 8

MASTERLIST

(Feat. The ‘97 liner of the male squad idol)

“Hey Y/N, my idol friends wants to meet you. Would you like to?”

“Oh, you mean your group members?”

“Nope. My 97 liner friends. Hey, you are a 97 liner too! You can join the squad!”

“You have a 'squad’ now?” Y/N giggled. “Sure. I would love to meet them. But who’s them again?”

“My own group members, DK and Mingyu, Got 7’s Bam Bam and Yugyeom, NCT’s Jaehyun and the most popular idol of course… Jungkook from BTS,”

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“Jung…Jungkook?” She stuttered.

“Yes. From BTS,” Minghao looks up from his food and turned to Y/N. “Why do you sound so shocked? Are you a fan? Omg, are you secretly an ARMY?” He fake gasps. Y/N smacked his shoulders.

“Yah! No…no! You know I’m not into these k-pop things,” Y/N gave a nervous laugh. “The only group I know is yours, and that’s only because you make me listen to it almost everyday!”

“Hey, you should be thankful I’m blessing your ears AND eyes with our songs and performances,” Minghao defended himself. It is true that he had made Y/N watch every single Seventeen’s performance video out there. The only thing left is to actually get her to the concert. Which he will, soon.

“You are right. My eyes are blessed,” Minghao quirked an eyebrow to that. Is Y/N talking about him? “That Wonwoo guy is ridiculously hot. He’s really a sight of sore eyes. Especially with you around in the videos!”

Minghao eyes turned sad but starts to sparkle again when he realized that Y/N is only teasing because she laughs so hard looking at his reaction until she teared up. Minghao smiles and shoved her shoulders playfully, his heart calming down. “Yah, you should be grateful this most wanted star is actually willing to wake up just to eat some ridiculously early breakfast with you!”

Y/N, who is still laughing just nodded, “Yeah, yeah,”

“So, will you meet them?”

Y/N, finally able to compose herself nodded. “Yeah, why not. You know I will do anything for you, especially if its important to you Minghao,” she smiles and continue digging into her waffles. Just one simple smile and one simple statement, and Minghao’s heart is pounding so loudly that he’s sure people from across the world can hear him.

God, Minghao. You really have to do something about these feelings. Minghao reminds himself while patting his chest.

—————–

“They are still not here yet?” Bambam kept on glancing at the door of the cafe. After a lot of planning, they finally manage to set a date where everyone is available to meet Y/N.

“Why the hell are you so excited?” DK raised his eyebrows at Bambam’s giddyness.

“I’m just excited to meet the girl who is currently the talk of the town. And also, for your information, its getting kind of boring when its always just us guys hanging out,” he pokes DK’s chest while explaining.

Jungkook just sits quietly and sipped his coffee, looking calm, but in the inside he is no way near being calm. He’s definitely nervous. He wonders if Y/N knows that she’s meeting him tonight? And if she does, is she looking forward to it? Is she still angry at him? Did she really moved on? Does Minghao knows about them? So many questions lingered on his mind.

“They are here!” Jungkook turn to look at the door. His heart starts to beat even faster, out of excitement or nervousness, he himself is not sure.

He saw Minghao entered first, one hand holding the door for Y/N and the other clasping hers tightly. He was smiling widely and she was laughing at something he said. To anyone who is watching the scene, they sure look like a couple. A very much in love and happy couple. Jungkook huffed at his own thoughts and turned back to his seat, waiting for their arrival.

“Gosh she is even hotter in real life,”

“Now I really wants her to join our squad,”

“I cant wait to mock the hell out of Minghao later. Look at his stupid grinning face! That boy is in love for sure!”

“Yikes, you are right. She looks more like a celebrity than we do!”

Jungkook can hear the chatter of his friends but all he can focus on is Y/N. She caught his stare and after more than two years, they finally made eye contact. And she smiles.

——————

Laughter and cackles can be heard around the table. It has been hours since they were introduced to Y/N and apparently the boys not only thinks she’s hot, but funny, witty and interesting. They enjoyed her company very much.

Jungkook did join the conversation here and there but most of the time he just keeps on staring at her. Thank God he is known for being akward to new people, so the other boys thought he is just quiet because he is meeting her for the first time. Y/N, who is too busy chatting with boys didnt notice the staring.

They bumped into each other when Jungkook came back from taking a breather outside and Y/N from the ladies’ room. They stand there akward with each other.

“Hello, Jungkook,” Y/N smiles at him. That beautiful smile that he miss so much.

“Hello Y/N,” Jungkook managed to stutter out. It feels so weird to hear her calls him Jungkook and not Kookie like she usually does. Y/N nod at him and start to make her way back to the table. “Hey, why dont we go out and talk for a bit? Its been so long since we last seen each other,” Jungkook caught her wrist before she could get away.

“Sure, why not,”

“So how are you?” Jungkook starts. He is grateful that the cafe have an outdoor section that is cozy and filled with sparkling fairy lights. It makes the environment more warm and… romantic?

“I’m so much better now. I feel better,” Y/N replied, full of sincerity.

“I saw on the news that you had chosen to reveal your identity. I’m glad you finally decide to do it,”

“Yeah. I think I’m ready now. Its about time anyway. I cant hide who I am for so long. I feel like I’m in a better place now. Happier and stronger,” with that, an akward silence seems to come between them. Jungkook spoke up after a while.

“Y/N… are we… are we okay now?” Y/N looks at him, her eyes staring holes into his soul.

“Yeah. I think we are Jungkook. I think I have finally overcome my weakness,” Jungkook dont know how to feel about that. He should be happy. He should be glad that Y/N has overcome her weakness. Her weakness of loving him too much. But his heart cant seem to be happy for her. “I never thought I can do it. But Minghao came into my life like a blessing. I dont think I can be as happy as I am today without him,”

Jungkook felt a little ached in his heart but decides to smile anyway. “That’s…. good. Are you two…?” He put two of his fingers close together, implying that he is asking if they are together.

“Oh no, no,” Y/N shakes her head. Then she smiles. “Not right now at least,” she laughs at that. “I dont think Minghao feels that way about me. But he is the best bestfriend I could ever ask for. And he is such an amazing man,”

Jungkook can hear the adoration and awe in Y/N’s words that makes him wonder if she herself didnt know that she is indeed already fallen in love with Minghao. The word best friend felt like a slapped to Jungkook’s face. That title use to be his.

“And how about you? How do you feel about him?” too curious, he decides to ask. Jungkook knows for sure that Minghao definitely has feelings for Y/N and he will say yes in the blink of an eye if she ever asks him to be with her.

“I dont know, to be honest. During the two years we have been together, I dont think I have ever felt happier. He takes care of me and he’s always there for me. I might not know exactly how I feel but all I know is I want to see him happy all the time. I cant imagibe anything bad to happen to him. I think I will die if that ever happens,”

Jungkook ponders on her words. He can feel his heart clenching. He asks the only thing he can think of. The only way that can ensure that she will atleast be in his life again. “Hey Y/N? Can we be friends again?”

“Yes. I dont see what’s wrong with it,”

————– Inside the cafe, Minghao is curious. He saw Y/N and Jungkook went out and talk at the outdoor portion of the cafe. He finds it weird that they took so long as he knows that Jungkook is usually uncomfortable with new people. Especially girls. Minghao finally decides to just let it go and trust Y/N. Afterall they are not together for him to be jealous or angry. For all he knows, Y/N might really be an ARMY and she’s fangirling on Jungkook like crazy right now. He chuckle to that thought.

“Hey, why are laughing?” Y/N whisper to his ear while she slipped back into the seat beside him

“Oh, you are back,” out from the corner of his eyes he can see Jungkook taking his seat too. He has some kind of glow on him. Like he’s happy. Too happy. He wonders what did they talk about.

“Yeah, sorry. Jungkook and I talked,” she smiles. A smile that is enough to not make Minghao asks about their conversation. “Hey, its almost 2am,” she glanced at her watch. Minghao laughed loudly, understanding what she meant.

“Hey guys, its running late. I think Y/N and I will make a move first,” Minghao told his loud friends who are still busy chattering.

“Awhhh come on. Its the weekend. Y/N doesnt have work tomorrow! We thought about catching the last wave at that new bar nearby. Join us!” Yugyeom excitedly exclaimed.

“Nah, maybe next time. Besides, Y/N doesnt drink anyway,” Minghao explain.

“What? Really?!”

“Amazing! I’ve never met anyone our age who doesnt drink,”

“Ahh, no wonder Minghao drinks less now. Y/N, you are seriously a good influence on him. Please take care of our Minghao better,” DK winks.

Jungkook just kept his mouth shut. Y/N not drinking is one of her qualities that he love best, unlike Minji who gets insanely drunk any chance that she can. His feelings are like a tornado today. His been feeling a lot of things tonight; happy, giddy, butterflies in his stomach, heart clenching, anger, proud and the two most confusing ones are jealousy and the feeling of being in love…

“Shut up,” Minghao smacked DK. “We have another place to be anyway. Its almost 2am,”

“Ahhhhh okay we get it. Go ahead then,” Bambam smirked, suggestively and wiggling his eyebrow. “We didnt know you guys have that kind of relationship,”

Y/N turned red in the face at what Bambam is suggesting and Jungkook feels like he’s dying. He knows he has Minji now and he did way more with her, but the thoughts of Y/N and Minghao… he just feels like punching everyone.

“Yah! Its not like that you ass!” Minghao exclaimed. “See, now you are embarassing Y/N!” The boys laugh. “We are going to the drive thru to get some chicken nuggets,”

The boys laughs even harder. “Whatttt? At almost 3 am?”

“Its Y/N’s habit okay! And apparently I am always the sacrificial lamb that has to do it with her,” Minghao grabbed Y/N’s hand and rubbed its back, an act that didnt go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“Yah! Shut up! If its not because of this habit we might never have met!”

Jungkook clenched his hands into fists under the table without realizing. He really really dont understand why he is feeling this way. It should be him that's supposed to take her to the drive thru. Him and only him.

So I guess you did find someone else who is willing to do it with you. I really wish its still me though…

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Jungkook grab her hand.

“Y/N I need to talk to you. Please,” he then turned to Minghao who starts to stand up. “And it would be wise if you do not interfere. This is between me and her,”

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“Yah Y/N. Why are you talking to MY Kookie and his oppas like that, you psychotic fan!? Dont you know who he is? Who they are? Who I am?”

“Minji, stop it. Just-”

“Its okay Jungkook-ssi. Minji-ssi, I apologize. I will asks someone else to assist all of you for the broadcast,”

“Y/N, you dont have to-”

“Let go of my hand Jungkook-ssi. Please respect Minji-ssi’s feelings. Afterall, I am not of importance to you,”

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fanficsareruiningme · 6 years

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When She Was There

Excerpt: “It seemed that the three years you had been gone hadn’t left you vacant from your neighbor’s memories. And although everyone remembered you, you couldn’t place the dark car that trailed behind the two of you as you jogged. It turned down a side road when you looked back at it and, even though it was out of sight, the hairs on the back of your neck didn’t lie flat. But it was gone, so you decided not to tell Yugyeom, despite the uneasy feeling that had settled in your stomach.”

Summary: Y/N is an up and coming model who is going through some hardships in her personal life. With someone close to her dying, she must travel with her ex-bodyguard and stay on good terms even when the past nags at her. What happens when she gets too close after a surprising lie? And is she actually safe even with a bodyguard?

A/N: Hearts are there to show time breaks

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“No.” Pausing, you cocked your head to the side, wondering if you had heard correctly.

“I’m sorry, sir, but did you say no?”

“Yes. I did. Your bodyguard is out of the country and I’m afraid we have no one to go with you to protect you. I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t allow you to go knowing you could be in danger.” Frustration bubbled up in your chest, leaving you ready to scream about how unfair it was that you couldn’t go see your dying grandmother. But, you managed to hold back, biting the inside of your lip as you nodded and stood from your chair. Just as you placed your hand on the doorknob to leave, your boss called out to you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I’m sorry, but could I have a few more moments of your time?” Turning back around, you retraced your steps to the chair. “It seems I was too quick to dismiss your request. I do, in fact, have one person who could fill the role of your bodyguard while you’re away. I overlooked him due to the fact that he was supposed to attend a gala- never mind, I’m sure you have no interest in that. I apologize. If you so wish, you may go with our head of security. The two of you would be flying overnight to your destination and can take as long as needed, with the exception that that time does not exceed five weeks.”

Quickly, you accepted the offer, thanking him multiple times until he subtly dismissed you.

❤

Having spent most of the night packing, wringing your hands, unpacking and repacking, you weren’t surprised when you arrived at the airport later that same night nearly dead on your feet. You should have napped, but all you could do was worry. As soon as you arrived, an unnecessary hour before you were supposed to, you texted your manager to get details.

She quickly informed you that you would be escorted by Kim Yugyeom, the head of security at the company you worked under. Of course, she gave you a brief description of what he looked like, but you didn’t need it; You already knew him, although a couple of years had lapsed in the time since you had last seen him.

He wasn’t due to arrive for a while, so you allowed your self to drift off in your memories of him.

*When you had first entered the company, you had found it difficult to transition. You came from a moderate income household where you lived with your grandmother and an old tabby cat that seemed to live longer than any of your neighbors stayed. When you weren’t in school, you were helping her with chores. So you had gone from a simple routine to a loud, busy lifestyle over night.

Suddenly, you had a strict schedule, diet and work out times. By the time you made it back to your dorm, you collapsed onto your twin bed in the room you shared with three other girls.

You had been in the company for four months when someone set fire to your dorm. The police suspected a girl who had been sending threats to the company after she was rejected, but they didn’t have any evidence, so she wasn’t arrested. It was then that it was decided all models would have their own personal body guard.

You had been assigned Kim Yugyeom and you had gotten along with him- at first.

The problems began right before your first big photo shoot was released. It was your last session and Yugyeom had stepped out to make a call. You hadn’t even noticed until you were getting a touch up on your makeup. You could see the crew standing behind you through the mirror, gesturing towards you and snickering. They were far enough away that you couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you had a feeling you didn’t want to know anyway. Watching them made you uneasy and as you turned to tell Yugyeom, you realized he wasn’t there. You also realized you were in a room full of men, except for your stylist and makeup artist.

“I’ll be right back. I need to use the restroom.” She nodded absently, so you slipped from the chair and into the hallway.

Wondering the hallways, frustrated, you felt your stomach sink as a pair of footsteps followed you around every corner. Soon, you came to a dead end. Your heartbeat kicked as you spun around. Your exit was blocked by one of the men who had been heckling you. You tried to squeeze past, but instead found yourself pressed to the wall, his hands on your hips.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting over yours and a scream lodged itself in your throat. You whipped your head to the side just in time. His overly moist lips made landed on your cheek and his hand flew up to grip your chin. He turned your face to his and just as he leaned back in, Yugyeom called out for you.

The man backed off, reaching up to press a finger to his lips. “Better keep this between us. Unless you want something to happen to your friend out there.” He let go of you, taking several step back while his eyes stayed glued to you.

Yugyeom called out again and you scurried towards the sound of his voice. “What are you doing over here?” You murmured about a bathroom, keeping your eyes on his shoes. Your face burned with shame and embarrassment. A man who was nearly ten years older than you had touched you. You weren’t even legal. The thought made you want to curl into yourself and cry. As you gathered the courage to look up, the man walked by. He had a self satisfied smile painted over his features and you averted your eyes to Yugyeom, who was glancing between you and the man. Long after the man was gone, the two of you stood silently in the corridor, him staring intently at you while you stared just as intently at the ground.

“Come on.” He led you back to the room and stood to the side as you finished the shoot. As soon as it was over, you were by his side, ready to go home.

This seemed to concern him, “You don’t want to look at the picture?” You whispered about being tired. Just then, a roar of loud laughter sounded from behind you and tears began to gather in your eyes. Bowing your head, you led the way to the door, Yugyeom trailing behind. By the time you got to the car, it was like something had clicked in his brain and his whole demeanor changed. He was cold towards you, answering any questions curtly.

He thought you were dirty, degraded. The thought made you want to throw up. Because it was true. At 18, you were no longer innocent.

It had taken a long time for you to move on, to change the way you thought of yourself, but you did. The only one you couldn’t convince was Yugyeom. He was frigid, completely ignoring you if he felt that he didn’t have to answer. There was times where he acted like he did before the incident and you began to think you were finally repairing the rift that had split open between you, but then he’d suddenly shut down. This continued for nearly a year until he was promoted and in that time, you began to resent him.*

Of course, not all your memories of him were bad.

*He had been a great friend.

On bad days, the days you wanted to quit and go home or when you got yelled at for making a mistake, he was there to make sure you were okay. You could talk to him, or as more often than not- not. You could just sit there in silence, side by side as you stared at the wall.

Other times, he made sure you left your dorm.

One of the fondest memories you had of him was when he had shown up on your day off. The other girls were already gone, to photo shoots or whatever they had to do. You were still in bed, dressed in the clothes you had had on the day before from a mini shoot. You didn’t hear him unlock the front door, trapeze through your destroyed living room or curse loudly when he kicked the end of your bed. Actually, he had told you (complained excessively whenever you annoyed him or there was a pause in the conversation) that it had taken him ten minutes to wake you up. When he did manage to get you up, he had ordered you to dress comfortably and clunked his way back through the living room.

When you had finished changing, you found him staring into your fridge with his jaw on the floor.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you saddled up next to him.

“Absolutely not! Have you seen your fridge? It’s practically empty. How do you live like this? There’s no meat, no bread, no junk food. What do you even eat?” He turned to look at you, a less than pleased expression painted on his face.

“Well, we have high protein food, things with little or no calories and fruits. That’s mostly it, but we do have other things. Actually, I need to go to the store. It’s my turn to restock. We have to stay skinny- yes, no matter how much you don’t like it,” you headed him off as soon as you saw his jaw muscle jump. He had been nagging you to eat more. “We even do cleanses and stuff like that. Wheat grass, strawberry and lemon waters, stuff like that. Not so different from yours. Only difference is you can binge eat junk without consequences. Did you come over just to discuss what’s in my fridge?”

His eyes lit up. “No, I didn’t. You finally have a day off, so I knew you’d spend it locked up in here sleeping. As the amazing person I am, I came to force you to do something. You always complain that you don’t do anything other than work, so I’m going to make sure you have fun.” With that, he grabbed your wrist and the grocery list on the door and dragged you out of the dorm, despite your weak protests.

The two of you hopped on a bus to the store. During the ride, he made commentary on the other people on the bus as though he was a sports announcer. By the time you stepped of the bus, you were practically crying and he was rubbing his arm from where you had repeatedly punched him when he made a particularly loud joke. As soon as you reached the nearly empty store, he hopped into a cart.

“Yugyeom, what are you doing? You’re going to get us kicked out!” You whispered furiously as he turned to smile at you.

“Oh, hush. Push the cart. We’re not going to get in trouble, you big baby.” Exasperatedly, you pushed the cart down a aisle way. You must have been quite the sight; a small girl shoving along a cart that overflowed with a nearly grown man’s limbs. You could barely get it to move. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for you to get everything you needed and you checked out. The elderly woman who rung you up smiled fondly at you as Yugyeom tried to pull himself out. Instead, he face planted and embarrassedly ushered you from the store as you cackled.

Then, you dropped off the bags at your dorm and you were off again.

It seemed that Yugyeom’s idea of making you do things wasn’t as bad as you had thought it would be. He took you to an art museum, then a history one. Next was lunch, where he forced you to order something greasy. After that, you wondered around a used item store until the owner kicked you out to close. By then, the two of you realized you had missed the last bus, so you had to walk back to your dorm. Of course, somehow, that turned out amazing too. The sun was setting as you reached the Han River. You walked along it, avoiding joggers, couples and tourists.

The sight of the pink sky reflecting on the waters surface caused a tidal wave of guilt to wash over your stomach. You had taken up his entire day off so selfishly, not giving a second thought to the fact that he might have had better ways to spend it. You should have been more insistent on leaving earlier. Next to you, Yugyeom stopped to look out over the water. You backtracked to him.

“Do you know how to skip a rock?” He asked, turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah. There was a small pond near where we lived. I taught myself when I saw a group of kids doing it one day. I also taught my older brother. He never really was one for anything physical or outdoor-sy, but he did have a talent for skimming.” You smiled at the thought, missing the way Yugyeom stared at you silently. It wasn’t often that you talked about your home or family, so when you did, he made a point to listen intently without interrupting.

When you stopped speaking, he grabbed your hand and led you off the path to the water side. He stooped down and grabbed a handful of rocks, offering some to you. The two of you skipped rocks until you could no longer see the rocks on the water’s surface and were counting skips by listening for the splashes. After that, he walked you back to your dorm and bid you goodbye with a hair tousle and the promise of seeing you early the next morning.

That wasn’t the only time he sabotaged your days off and as bad as you felt for keeping him from his life, you couldn’t help the rush of excitement you felt when the front door swung open. You felt equally as stupid when he didn’t come for you and you were sat on the couch, bright and early, fully dressed.

You snapped out of you thoughts when someone plopped down in the chair next to yours. Sitting up, you glanced at the person next to you. There was no denying that you knew him; Yugyeom looked almost exactly the same. He had lost some of his baby fat that was replaced with hard muscle, his hair was blonde and he had grown a lot, but you could still tell it was him. For a second, you thought he was going to treat you coldly, but that was wiped away when he smiled at you.

“Hi, Y/N. Its been a while.” You smiled back, turning your body to face him.

“Yeah, it has. Like three years now? How have you been? I heard you got promoted to head of security last year.” You made small talk for a while until they called for boarding to begin and you were on the plane, his cologne drifting over to you from his spot next to you. It was the same one he had worn for years, the one you had bought him after telling him you couldn’t stand his preferred one.

“Okay, so I know this might be a sensitive topic, but I have no idea where or why we’re going.”

You hesitated, dropping your eyes to your lap before glancing back up. He was watching you waiting for an answer.

“It’s my grandma. She’s really sick. Well, she’s been sick for a long time, but recently it has gotten worse. Her doctor told her she wouldn’t make it to the end of the month. She was diagnosed the year before I came to Seoul, but she never told me what it was. Actually, she’s the reason I became a model. All of her friends were richer and liked to rub things in. My grandma wanted to be able to say “Look there! That’s my granddaughter. Yes, she is very successful.” I like to think I lived up to her expectations. I haven’t seen her since she dropped me off at the train station. I don’t remember what her smile looks like, not that she smiled a lot before I left. I just wish I had tried harder to go see her. It seemed every time I tried there was a new photo shoot, or a diet, or I was flying out of the country.“

You fell silent, worrying your hands in your lap. He didn’t say anything for a while. When he finally spoke, he was so quiet that you almost didn’t hear him.

“I think she’s proud of you, too.” Those simple words sent a fire spreading across your chest, but not a bad kind. It was more of like a comforting, reassuring one that was there to keep you going rather than to burn everything down.

❤

As soon as you stepped into the house, you were pulled into a rib busting hug by your younger cousin. “Y/N! I can’t believe you came and you brought someone with you.”

“Hey. I’ll tell you about that later. Where’s grandma?”

“In her room. She’s been very tired lately.” Nodding, you started down the hall to her room, pausing outside her door when Yugyeom followed close behind.

“What are you doing?” You asked scornfully.

“Your family is looking at me like they’re going to eat me. You’re not leaving me alone with them.” He was right. You could see all three of your cousins peering down the hallway at him, wearing various expressions that said the same thing; if they got him alone, he was a goner.

“Fine. Just be quiet.” He nodded, stepping into the room behind you.

“Hey, grandma.” You said gently, sitting on the bedside chair. The sight of her lying weakly in the bed made you heart squeeze. It contrasted so much with every memory that you had of her that you almost didn’t believe it was your grandma in the bad. Here eyes opened slowly, drifting to you.

“Hello, flower. It’s so good to see you.” Her voice was breathy, but somehow still managed to fill the room with a warmth only she could emit. “Oh, and who’s this?” She was squinting at Yugyeom, who stood at attention behind your shoulder. Her eyes held a bright twinkle when they turned back to you.

“Oh, sorry. This is Yugyeom, my-” Before you could finish, she gasped, hand flaying up to catch your.

“You’re married!” You nearly choked, eyes flying to where her fingers were twisting your ring. It was a simple band with a small diamond. Your right knuckle had swollen, so you had absently slid it on your left hand. Before you could deny it, she began to gush. “This is wonderful. I should have known with the way the two of you bickered at the door- the way your grandfather and I used too. And you’re such a lovely couple. No, not lovely. Exquisite!” She smiled, eyelids drooping from excitement.

“Thank you, ma’am. We’re going to step out so you can sleep now, but it was nice meeting you.” You turned to stare incredulously at Yugyeom, who had placed his hand s on your shoulders when he began to speak. He pulled you up from your chair and guided you from the room.

As soon as you deemed it safe, you wrenched yourself from his grip and whipped around angrily. “Kim Yug-” Once again, you were interrupted, this time by his hand covering your mouth. As you contemplated biting his hand, he nodded to the door.

Pulling in a deep breath, you spun around on your heel and marched to the door. Yugyeom trailed behind you, gently closing the door behind himself.

“Okay. Before you yell at me, let me explain.” He raised his hands in defense as you huffed, knowing that you preferred to skip straight to the yelling. “You said on the way here that you hadn’t seen her smile since she got sick right? I saw that smile and I also saw your face when it appeared. I know we’re not really friends and we don’t really know each other, but I don’t want to see you cry. We both know you would have if you’d have had to explain to her that we’re not actually married. I’m sorry if I crossed a line, but you looked distressed.”

Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair. On one side, you were lying, plain and simple. But on the other hand, your grandmother was happy and proud. You also knew that you couldn’t be the one to take that away from her, especially with her being as sick as she is. So, you pulled your eyes away from the ground to look at Yugyeom, who was staring anxiously at you. He looked almost like a little kid waiting for his mom to tell him if he could have a cookie, his lip caught between his teeth with wide eyes. You would have found it endearing if you weren’t still ever so slightly angry at him for putting you in this situation.

“Fine, but we can’t tell my cousins. They have mouths bigger than the ocean.”

He nodded, the tension in his shoulder dropping away. “Cool with me. That means they’ll back off and I won’t die on this trip. I also won’t have to put in for hazard pay because I got grouped by some overly excited women.”

You snickered. “Yeah, I’d go ahead and prepare to be grouped. Just stay close to me. They won’t do it if we’re in the same room. And speaking of same rooms, we’re married. That means they’ll expect us to share a room and a bed. And they’re going to be ready to see some couple-y things, so break out your romantic side, Kim. You’re going to need it.”

Smiling, he reached out a hand. You placed your hand in yours, his fingers curling around of your own. His hand was warm, but not sweaty. “Oh, get ready to be wooed. By the time this trip is over, you’re going to want to marry me. Let’s go so you can introduce me to your cousins, Sugar pie.” You cringed, watching in disgust as he cackled. “No? How about honey buns? Sweetheart? No?” You shook your head vigorously, wondering if his previous girlfriends had had to deal with the same thing.

“You’re right. We do need to go inside. I can see my cousins pressed against the window over your shoulder.” It was true; they were trying so hard to eavesdrop that their breath was fogging the glass.

“Okay, one more question. How much skin ship is too much?” His cheeks were dusted a light pink and his grip on your hand tightened as he spoke, but he kept eye contact with you. The question caught you off guard as you’d never had an actual relationship before and none of your friends had either.

“Um, if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t do it. I don’t really have any experience with dating. I’m very busy, so I never really put much effort into it.” The thought made you laugh and Yugyeom looked at you as though you were insane. “Sorry, it’s just- I went from never having a boyfriend, never being asked out and never even being kissed to suddenly being married.”

“What? You’ve never been kissed? But, you’re… huh.” You waited for him to continue his sentence, but he just stood there quietly, his hand clamped around yours. The two of you remained that way as a black car rolled past slowly.

“Seriously, I think we should go inside. If they lean on that window anymore, it’ll break.” He agreed, walking slower to stay next to you. His long legs moved lazily towards the house and for a second, you agreed with your grandmother; The two of you would have made an exquisite couple.

“Hey, if we’re married, shouldn’t you have a ring, too?” He side eyed you, a smile spreading slowly across his face. He reached into the neck of his shirt and pulled a necklace out. On the chain was a ring, a simple golden band that had a couple of dings and scratches.

“It was my great grandfather’s. He gave it to my mother because she was so strong headed that he was sure she would be the one to propose to my father. He was wrong. My dad beat her to it by 2 days apparently. She gave it to me.” He slipped it off the necklace and onto his ring finger, careful not to let your hand go for even a second.

“Your mom sounds amazing.” He smiled again, turning his head to look down at you.“Yeah, she is. She’d love you.” Before you could respond, he opened the door and pulled you inside. Your cousins stood oh so casually in the kitchen, acting as though they hadn’t just had their faces pressed to the glass in curiosity. “Y/N, you didn’t tell us you were in a relationship! When did this happen?” Your oldest cousin, Eun, pounced on you as soon as she saw your hand in Yugyeom’s.

“Uh,” You glanced sideways at him. He nodded encouragingly, waiting for you to answer. “Well, we’ve known each other since I moved to Seoul. We worked together. Actually, he was my first body guard when I moved until he was promoted to security expert for the company. We stayed in touch and eventually, I asked him out. He’s very shy. But he was the one who asked me to marry him, so I guess we both did the work.” His hand shook in yours as he tried not to laugh. You were also struggling not to burst into laughter, but you hid it well with a wide smile as you turned to look up at Yugyeom.

Your cousins gasped, flying forward to look at the ring on your finger. They seemed a little disappointed with how small it was. It was clear that they expected more from you because you were a model, but you liked your ring. You had gotten it as a self treatment after the incident. Actually, Yugyeom had gone with you and had been the one who pointed it out.“You got married? Why didn’t you invite us? How big was the wedding?”

Yugyeom jumped in, “We decided to elope. The only ones there were us and our two witnesses.”

“And who were they?” You smirked up at him, teasing him for his lack of detail.

“Uh, I’m not entirely sure. I was too busy staring at my beautiful bride.” He gave you a sappy smile, wiggling his eyebrows. Your cousins sighed as though what he said was the most romantic thing they had ever heard. It would have been for you too, if you didn’t know that what he said was a lie.

“Okay, so what’s for dinner?” You asked, watching the way they scrambled back like you had suggested you were going to cook.

Hye grinned at you and said, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll whip something up. Did she tell you about the time she nearly burned down the house trying to figure out how to work the old stove?” She smiled maliciously when he shook his head. Motioning to the kitchen table, she sat down. He followed suit, pulling you along. By the time the two of you made it to the table, all the seats were taken. Smirking at you, he sat down, then tugged at your hand. You flew forward until he caught you by the waist and spun you around. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to sit on his lap. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, warmth spreading through you as his chest pressed to your back.

As you sat there, trying to control your body temperature, your cousins took turns telling your cooking horror stories. He seemed to be enjoying the, his whole body shaking as he laughed. Occasionally, he’d bury his face against your shoulder, snorting into the fabric after a particularly funny and embarrassing tale. Mercifully, Hye declared the three of them had to start dinner.

After they got up, Yugyeom leaned forward and whispered, “I’m so glad I never let you cook.” His warm breath sent shivers through your body, the tips of your ears and neck turning red again.

Turning your head to where he had rested his chin on your shoulder, you whispered back defensively, “Hey, I’ve gotten a lot better! I take cooking classes now. And they over exaggerated! I didn’t burn all my hair off. I just singed a bit at the bottom and had to get a trim. It was barely noticeable.” He just hummed in agreement, nodding as he cut his eyes to you. The smirk he flashed you made you want to clip him on the back of his head. Instead, you got up- or at least, tried to. As soon as Yugyeom felt you move, he tightened his grip on you and shifted, assuming you were trying to get comfortable.

“We need to go get our bags from the car and get settled in.” He nodded, hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips. Heaving you into the air, he set you on your feet, which had been dangling embarrassingly far from the ground. You retrieved your bags in silence, broken only when Yugyeom muttered a ‘watch out’ and pressed you against the car when another came down the road. You led him back into the house and to your childhood room, where the two of you would be sleeping during your stay.

It was exactly how you remembered it; dusk pink walls, white curtains, a queen bed pushed against the far wall. Next to it, right in front of the window was a white desk, the top overflowing with notebooks, stray papers and shriveled flowers.

“Is this your old room?” You nodded, throwing your bag onto the bed. Dust flew up, filtering through the air to settle back in place. The only thing in the room that wasn’t dusty was the old rocking chair in the corner. Yugyeom stood next to you, head swiveling as he took everything in as well. “Is that you?” He was pointing to the other wall. It was covered in old photos that were peeling away from the wall. The one he was pointing to was of you, one of your favorites.

“Yeah. I used to dance. Not hip hop or anything. Classical, modern, tumbling. I won second place and at first I was so disappointed. But then my grandma and brother came down the aisle way, smiling as though I had won the world and everything was okay. They bought me that turntable as a surprise. I stopped dancing the year after.” The turntable was next to the bed, an old shelf holding your favorite vinyls.

“Does this still work?” He ran a finger along the edge, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

“Uh, I have no idea. I haven’t used it since I moved.” You crossed the room, reaching up to grab one of the vinyls. You put it on and listened for a second. It took a second, but the sound came out just as clearly as if you had bought it yesterday.

“Do you still dance?”

“No, not really.” He turned to look at you, waiting for you continue. “I don’t really have time anymore. I loved it, though. My brother used to let me stand on his shoes while I practiced waltzing. He couldn’t dance, but that was fine. I made up for it. I miss dancing.” The two of you stood there, listening to the music. Before you knew it, Yugyeom had reached over and pulled you towards him. Grabbing your other hand, he held it in position.

“I have no idea what I’m doing. I never was one for these kinds of dances. You’ll have to teach me. Besides, didn’t you say I’d have to woo you?” He smiled down at you, watching as you ducked your head. It seemed everything he did made you blush. Reaching down with your other hand, you readjusted his grip on your waist and placed it on his shoulder.

“Okay, follow my lead. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3… Good. Now a bit faster.” You led him through the steps, ignoring the creak of the door opening to peek up at him. He was intently watching the way your feet moved between and around his. The song came to an end and someone cleared their throat from the doorway. You tried to pull away, but he held tight to your hand.

“Dinner’s ready.” Eun smirked at you from where she was leaning against the doorway. She turned around and the two of you followed her, your hand warm in his hold. You soon found yourself on his lap again, listening to stories of your grandma. You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face. Maybe things weren’t all bad.

❤

You were, of course, wrong.

The rest of the night went smoothly. You had spent a couple of hours on your grandma’s bedside, reading to her and talking to her until your own eyes grew heavy. You and Yugyeom had settled down into the bed after shaking out the covers and sheets. You had fallen asleep fairly quickly, but Yugyeom stayed up a bit later to read. You woke up the next morning early, just as Yugyeom’s alarm went off. He groaned, rolling over to bury his face into your pillow. Reaching over him, you turned the shrill sound off. Wiping your eyes, you sat up. Yugyeom curled further onto his side, moving his head from your pillow to your lap as you tried to get out of the bed.

“Yugyeom, wake up. I gotta get up.” He whined, pushing into your stomach. You shoved at his shoulder, a squeak leaving you as he gripped your thighs and yanked you down so that you were lying on the bed. He whined again, throwing his legs over yours as he rolled over onto you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he turned to press his nose along your neck.

“No… You’re warm and cuddly. Don’t go.” He pouted, something you felt rather than saw. Sighing, you wiggled under him.

“Yugyeom, we both have to get up. There’s a reason you had an alarm set for this early. What do you need to do?” Squeezing tighter, he shook his head.

“Nope. I’m stronger than you and if I want to stay in bed, you’re just gonna have to stay here with me.” He sounded smug, confident in the fact that he was bigger and stronger than you. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the way he snuggled closer to you sleepily. It took everything in you not to bust out laughing right there. After calming yourself down a bit, you made your move. As quickly as possible, you rocked to one side, then used the momentum of Yugyeom’s body to roll him over. In the process, you broke the hold he had on your waist and ended up straddling him. He stared up at you, mouth open as you stuck your tongue out at him. Leaning down, you let your face hover above his.

“The next time you claim to be stronger than someone you might want to have proof. Now, make sure you’re up by the time I get out of the bathroom. That should give you time to, ahem, calm down.” Sitting up, you waited for a fast comeback like ”Maybe I don’t want to calm down” or something similar, but instead, he continued to stare up at you. Deciding that the amount of time you had spent on top of him was inappropriate, you swung yourself off the bed, grabbed some work out clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Once you were in, you shut and locked the door behind you. Pressing your back to the door, you rubbed your hands over your face. The quiet rustling of clothes told you Yugyeom was up. Moving quickly, you pulled on your work out clothes, washed your face, and brushed your teeth. Pulling your hair back into a ponytail, you sighed, wondering how you had ended up straddling your fake husband in your grandmother’s house. It wasn’t what you had expected to be doing at 6 am and you really weren’t expecting the race of your heart when he looked up at you as your thighs sat on either side of his waist. The small ring on your finger burned, reminding you that everything he said and did was a lie, even in private.

Opening the door, you found yourself face to face- well, face to chest with Yugyeom, who dramatically huffed and gripped your hand. Dragging you to the kitchen, he whined, “Finally! Took you long enough.” You had thought the two of you would be the only ones awake, but Eun sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.

Wrinkling her nose as you came in, she asked, “Are you one of those couples who do those cute, couple-y work outs?”

Yugyeom grinned, watching as you leaned down to pull on your running shoes. “Yep. Beating her is good motivation.”

You snorted, “Oh, please. You wish you could beat me.” Standing, you smirked at him as he stepped closer, causing you to have to tilt your head back to see his smug face.

“Is that a challenge?”

“We can make it one.” You couldn’t help the competitive feeling from welling up in your stomach. That was one of you fatal flaws; you never were one to back down from a challenge.

“Okay, loser makes breakfast. Winner gets…”

“Kiss!” Eun whisper-shouted from the table, breaking both of you from your staring contest as you turned to look at her. You had actually forgot that she was in the room.

“Yeah. A kiss. That’s a great idea.” This time he was the one smirking at you. Shifting uncomfortably, you gulped. You knew you should back down, but there was a part of you that wanted to win, to beat him at something.

“Okay. You’re on.” He didn’t move, staring down at you as you quirked an eyebrow at him. “You gonna move or are you gonna stand there all day staring?” Smiling, he turned and trotted to the front door.

“So how far are we going to go?” He asked as the two of you stretched on the front lawn.

“I normally do 2 miles and then 2 miles back.” He nodded and the two of you lapsed into silence.

The two of you jogged the entire four miles, neither of you talking. At least, not to each other. Occasionally, you’d pass someone on the street and they’d call out to you. It seemed that the three years you had been gone hadn’t left you vacant from your neighbors’ memories. And although everyone remembered you, you couldn’t place the dark car that trailed behind the two of you as you jogged. It turned down a side road when you looked back at it and, even though it was out of sight, the hairs on the back of your neck didn’t lay flat. But it was gone, so you decided not to tell Yugyeom, despite the uneasy feeling that had settled in your stomach. By the time you arrived back at the house, you had barely began to break a sweat.

“I don’t think either of us lost. Who’s going to make breakfast?”

“We both will.” He opened the door and waited for you to walk in before following. Eun, Hye, and Jinho sat at the table, each of them staring at their phones. They looked up as you came in, eyebrows quirked. “Neither of us lost, so we’re both going to make breakfast.”

“After I shower. I didn’t last night and I feel gross.” Toeing your shoes off, you reached up to pull you hair from its ponytail. Heading down the hall, you listened to Yugyeom’s footsteps follow you to the bedroom. Gathering a pair of pajama shorts and a pull over sweater, you turned to find Yugyeom directly behind you. He stepped forward, all traces of his playful smile gone, and leaned forward to place his hands on either sides of the desk behind you. The edge of the desk dug into your lower back as you tipped your head back to meet his stare. “Hello, Yugyeom. Do you need something?”

“Yeah. I said neither of us lost, not neither of us won. We still get the reward.” Another step put his feet between yours and his thigh rubbing against the inside of yours. The tips of your ears burned, spreading down your neck to disappear under your shirt. It took you a second to find your voice, but when you spoke it came out stronger than you were expecting.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you only agreed to that to convince Eun we’re married. Now move. I wasn’t kidding when I said I feel gross.” He didn’t say anything, eyes searching your face. Finally, he leaned down until you could feel his breath fan out over your face. You knew he couldn’t feel yours. You had stopped breathing a while ago. He bypassed your face and pressed his nose against your neck. It made you think back to earlier in the morning, when he had done the same thing in his more than half asleep state. This felt completely different, from the way his body was rubbing against yours to the way his lips pressed to your neck as he pulled in a deep breath.

“You smell fine to me. Like flowers and fresh cut grass. You sure know a lot of people who like to cut they’re grass at 6:30 in the morning. Not what I want to talk about right now, though.”

You spoke up when he didn’t continue. “What do you want to talk about?” He dragged the tip of his nose along the curve of you neck to your ear, your eyes drifting closed. You had to fight to keep your head from falling, but lost the same war with your mouth as his lips pressed a ghost like kiss to the skin under your ear.

“I don’t.” He pushed closer, something you had thought wouldn’t be possible. The air crackled with tension as neither of you moved or spoke. The only thing that broke the silence was Yugyeom snorting out a laugh. You weren’t expecting it, especially when his head fell to your shoulder and his body shook with laughter against yours. He was laughing at you. You could feel the embarrassment welling up in your stomach. He had led you on, done all those things and now he was laughing at you. He was going to pull back, look you in the face, make fun of you and you were probably going to cry. Actually, you were sure you could feel tears gathering in your eyes as he managed to control his laughter.

“This was not where we should have done this. The man who lives across the street is losing his mind and I think he just went inside to get his wife. I can’t breathe. I’m sorry. We’ll have to finish this later. I can’t focus on anything other than the way his face scrunched. He’s gonna press charges.” His ramblings launched him into another round of laughter and had you scrambling to look over your shoulder. Yugyeom was right; the man who lived across the street, who you had known since you were four, had gone inside to get his wife and they were both shouting at you and Yugyeom from their lawn. They were shouting very different things, but both made you want to crawl into bed and never come back out. To say that you were embarrassed that someone you had known for nearly 20 years had caught you pinned to a desk while you waited for him to make a move was an understatement.

Groaning, you dropped your head, turning to bury it in Yugyeom’s shoulder so that you didn’t have to face him. He had gotten control of himself and leaned back to look at you. “Ugh, that’s so embarrassing. I’m never going to be able to look either of them in the eye.” Or you, for that matter.

“I can’t believe she’s on her front lawn, shouting at you to get some because she can’t. This is hilarious, but not the best timing. I wasn’t kidding. Once I can control my face, we’re going to continue this discussion.” He pulled back farther, the warmth of his body lingering against you. He smiled at you, one that seemed charming, but held something predatory behind it. Turning on his heel, he left you pressed to the desk and headed down the hall to the living room. You took a second to collect yourself. You listened to Eun and Jinho talking to Yugyeom while your heartbeat slowed to a somewhat acceptable pace. You couldn’t believe you had let that happen. Shaking the thoughts of the encounter from your head as best as you could, you picked up your clothes from where you had dropped them and slipped into the bathroom.

When you finished, you slid down the hallway in your socks, towel drying your hair. Yugyeom looked up as you came in, the look that flashed through his eyes making you glad you had taken a boiling shower. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you blush for the hundredth time that day. It was barely 8 am, but you were exhausted.

“Ugh, finally! Now you can make breakfast.” Hye exclaimed as you entered the room. You rolled your eyes at her, knowing she’d probably already eaten. Yugyeom stood from his chair and made his way to where you were standing. You stood there for a second before he smirked and placed his hands on you shoulders. Spinning you around, he led you into the kitchen. Neither of you spoke while you cooked, except to argue about how to do certain things. Mostly, you agreed, so you spent the time listening to the food cook and the small radio on the windowsill. The five of you ate, then migrated to the living room.

It was around that time that everything came crashing down around you.

Eun had excused herself a while ago to check on your grandmother, who was napping after breakfast. She came back, sniffling. When she pulled her eyes away from the ground, they were ready and glossy. Immediately, your stomach dropped and tears gathered in your own eyes. No one need her to say the words; you all knew that she was gone.

The next few hours were a blur of phone calls, planning and crying. The funeral was planned, everything paid for and someone was coming to pack the things that went to other people. The rest would be donated if it wasn’t claimed.

In the midst of the movement, you blocked everything out, dialing numbers and taking care of your grandmother’s estate. You called the lawyers, aunts, uncles and cousins. Never once did you pause, choosing instead to do even the tiniest of tasks like wiping down counters or stacking papers. You knew if you sat down, you weren’t going to stop the influx of emotions from overflowing. Finally, the sun was setting and everyone knew. Your cousins had piled up on the couch, tears pouring down their faces. Yugyeom sat on the chair opposite them, staring solemnly at the floor. He looked up when you walked in, but you kept your eyes down, choosing instead to troop down the hall to your room.

There you sat on the edge of your bed, head in your hands as you let the whirlwind of emotions overtake you. Tears spilled hotly over your cheeks and you struggled to pull in a breath. Your quiet, broken sobs masked the sound of Yugyeom’s footsteps, but you weren’t surprised when he was kneeling in front of you. He sat there for a while, just silently leaning his forehead against your knee as you cried.

Eventually, the tears stopped coming and you were left to paw at your itchy eyes.

“Hey,” Yugyeom whispered, rising from his no doubt uncomfortable position, “let’s go to sleep.” With that, he pulled you into a standing position and tugged you to the top of the bed. The two of you settled in, his arms wrapping around you naturally as though they always had. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. You were exhausted, a headache raged behind your eyes and your chest was tight.

You weren’t destined to get much sleep; your dreams ran rampant with your grandmother and Yugyeom, both of them just beyond your reach. By the time you got to them, they were transparent and when you reached out to touch them, your hand only found air. Waking up by yourself did nothing to qualm your fears.

❤

The next few days blurred together in a mush of tissues, crying and people. People overflowed the house, food overflowing the fridge and quiet whispers overflowed everywhere. Every time you turned around, there was another person who was sorry, another pie, another hand on your shoulder to comfort you. That was what you did. Comfort anyone who broke down. You had only allowed yourself that one night to grieve and then you had thrown yourself into helping everyone else.

Yugyeom was never too far away, trailing quietly behind you like a shadow. You supposed that was his job; to follow and protect. That was another thing you had yet to allow yourself to think about. As soon as you got back to Seoul, he was going to disappear.

Now, standing at the terminal waiting for your ride, you glanced over at him. He was busy on his phone. Just like he was stuck to you, his phone was stuck to his hand. You were beginning to wonder if you had ever seen him without it.

A honk tore your eyes from him to the sleek white car in front of you. Your company’s label was plastered on the side. Sliding into the back seat, you pulled your own phone from your jacket pocket. You had several texts from friends in Seoul, wanting to know where you were, if you were free Friday for their party. The answer was no and you doubted you ever would be. Partying was the life style of a model. They helped boost popularity and increase contacts, but more than anything, you hated them. Drunk people, sloppily trying to stay upright while maintaining a drink. You were looking forward to crawling into your bed and sleeping the rest of your life away.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at your apartment. Bidding both Yugyeom and the driver, you noticed you got a more enthusiastic reply from the man behind the wheel than Yugyeom. He was too invested in his phone to even look up until you had slammed the door and were halfway to your doorman, who nodded politely and pulled open the door.

You fell into a routine as soon as you went back to work.

Wake up, get ready for work, go to work, come home, work out, shower, go to bed. Repeat for the next 5 months until your pattern was interrupted by a forced day off.

It was on this day off that everything changed.

You were in a pair of shorts and a tee, hair held back by a bandana. You were nearly finished deep cleaning your entire apartment when the door bell rang. This was one of the times that you cursed not having a peek hole. Not only could you not see who was at the door, but you had no idea who it could have been. You didn’t give your address to any of your friends.

Throwing open the door you were met with a bouquet of beautiful flowers, more specifically, your favorites, and a bright smile.

“I came to collect that reward.”

A scream of terror clung to your throat as his hands wrapped around it, slamming your door behind him as he shoved you back into your apartment.

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