#hongjong drabbles

[daemour]

Pairing: Hongjoong x gn!Reader (with maybe a hint of romance?)

Genre: Fluff, comedy, photographer au

Word Count: 982

Warnings: None

Summary: Hongjoong invites you to his studio, but some complications occur

a part two to Manhattan! technically be read on its own, but more context is provided if u read the first part

more tipsy drabbles after quite long enough hehe

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“Hi, I’m, uh, here to see Mr Kim Hongjoong?” You’re out of your depth in this fancy building but when Hongjong invited you to come out and see his studio in real life, you couldn’t say no to the offer.

The secretary looks you up and down, judgment clear on his face. “And you are?”

“Ah, I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” you say, spelling it out. “He said he’d put down an appointment for me?”

The man types away, chewing his gum so loudly you can’t help but wince a little.”Mmh, I don’t see you here. Next time, come up with a more believable lie.”

Your face falls but you try not to let it bother you. Hongjoong must’ve been busy and forgot. You can’t blame him. “Ah, sorry to bother you,” you apologise and the receptionist’s eyes soften.

“If you’d like, I can try and get a hold of his office and see if he has some free time?” he offers but you shake your head.

“That’s okay, I’ll just figure out another time. Thank you so much, though.” You smile and turn around to be on your way, battling the embarrassment threatening to swallow you whole.

As soon as you get past the big glass doors, you can feel your stomach twisting. That was embarrassing. The receptionist probably thought you were a creep. Not that it wasn’t weird. Even the way you met Hongjoong was strange. Who even becomes friends with a random photographer at three in the morning who just so happens to be world-famous? You, apparently.

With a sigh, you hail a taxi and prepare yourself for yet another boring day. It was your one chance to see the inside of an actual photography studio and it just slipped away between your fingers. Now you have to deal with your roommate’s prying questions.

As you’re unlocking your apartment door, however, your phone dings. It’s a text from Hongjoong.

You’re so engrossed you don’t notice your roommate unlocking and opening the door for you. “Ayo, what are you on? Don’t just stand t here, fool?” Mingi pulls you in, tsking. “One of these days you’re gonna get kidnapped and all I’ll say is ‘I told you so’.”

You look up from your phone, rolling your eyes. “Okay, dad,” you snark, receiving a light smack on your shoulder, and you return to your phone.

Frowning, you open the attachment and stare at it in disbelief. “He spelt my name wrong!” you yell and Mingi jumps. “That fool!”

Mingi frowns, peeking over your shoulder. “Is that why you’re home already?”

You nod vigorously, indignant and amused at the same time. “I literally cant believe it! How does one even do that? I texted my name to him!”

Mingi, unbothered as he always is, laughs loud and hard. “Honestly, power to him for not even thinking about double-checking. A mood and a half confirmed.”

Apparently, you took too long to respond and a call from Hongjoong flashes on the screen. “Hey!” you answer the phone while simultaneously pushing Mingi away with the other hand. “What’s up?” Your roommate makes a face at your tone of voice and you give him the finger.

“Hey, you disappeared on me? I did write in a time for you.” You still haven’t gotten used to how fast he talks and it takes you a moment to respond.

“Ah, dude, you spelled my name wrong,” you laugh. “The receptionist thought I was trying to sneak in or something.”

Hongjoong squawks. “What do you mean?”

“Yeah, dude, you spelled it some weird way, with far too many vowels.”

Hongjoong sighs, and you can hear him shuffle some papers around. “I’m so sorry about that, (Y/N). Do you still want to come around?”

“What? I don’t wanna take another taxi. They’re so expensive. We can just do it another day if you want.”

“No! I’ll drive you. I feel bad,” Hongjoong insists, and you can hear him running through the halls of his building. “What’s a coffee shop near you? We can meet there.”

You sigh, giving in. “Thanks, Hongjoong. I’ll see you in a few.” After a pause, you hang up the phone and immediately Mingi swoops in with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You have a date,” he sings and you blatantly ignore him. “Make sure to get that cake!”

With another eye roll, you shut the door on your roommate and head back down the stairs. The coffee shop isn’t far, quite literally across the street, so you take the time to pop in and get yourself a tea. You check your phone to pass the time, but it’s surprisingly not as long as you expected as a familiar face slides into the seat across from you.

“How’s your drink?” You can’t help but smile at the sight of him with his ashy grey hair and patterned scarf. “I’m sorry you got stuck at the receptionist.”

You laugh, waving it off. “It’s okay. He was doing his job. Would you like a drink or do you want to just head out?”

Hongjoong hums. “I’ll get a drink. I’d like to spend more time with you anyway, and we can get into the studio whenever.” You squint at him, unsure if he’s flirting, and all he does is just wink and get in line at the counter. You can just imagine Mingi taking the piss out of you when you get back home later tonight.

As you stare at Hongjoong’s back, your smile widens. It’s not good to long for what may not come but the idea of it does appeal to you. Maybe things will work out the way you want, but focusing on the possibilities isn’t conducive. And as Hongjoong approaches you, a coffee cup in hand and a wide smile on his face, you know there’s no time like the present.

[gummygowon]

time | kim hongjoong

word count: 2.2k

genre: pure angst, boyfriend! hongjoong x gn reader sorry y’all

lovers to ???? 

warnings: talks about sex but nothing detailed, heartbreak on both sides, communication problems

a/n: i’m sorry that my first post back is something so sad :/ 

three years. 

three years of a wonderful relationship that you were supposed to be celebrating and spending time with your boyfriend, kim hongjoong.

however, here you were, spending it alone. you were waiting for your boyfriend to show up at the fancy restaurant that you guys planned to meet at after work.

the first ten minutes, you assumed hongjoong would be running late and forgot to text you about his late arrival. 

then then next twenty minutes, the waiter asked you again if you were waiting for someone to which you responded, a quiet “yes”.

you called hongjoong, waiting to hear his warm voice again but was left with the same, ugly monotoned voice that asked you to leave a message. 

then ten minutes later, the waiter came by again asking if you were still waiting on someone and this time you were holding back tears as you answered the waiter, “um. he’s not coming anymore. i’ll just order.”

as soon as the waiter left, you buried your face into your hands before taking your phone out of your purse to call hongjoong again.

three rings.

three long rings and then straight to that hideous monotoned voice again.

“your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message (xxx-xxx-xxxx) is not available. at the tone, please record your message. when you are finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options.”

beep.

“hey hongjoong, um, i don’t know if you forgot or if your practice went over time but uh-” you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying,  “i’m still waiting at the restaurant. if you wanna try and come. i just uh- ordered so you can probably still make it. just um- give me a call or something, if you’re gonna come so i can tell the waiter. i love you joong. i just miss you.”

you clicked the red button as soon as you felt a tear slip down your cheek. 

it had been so long since you’ve since your boyfriend in person. he was busy with his upcoming comeback plus award show stages and then producing on the side. and then you had schoolwork that seemed never ending and work. 

you knew the downsides to dating an idol but you were determined to make it work. during tour season, you guys facetimed almost everyday keeping in touch so often that it almost felt like he never really left you. but now, you guys barely called each other or even met up in person which was ironic since you guys were still in the same country. 

at the beginning of year, calling and texting each other were pretty even. it was almost like an unspoken rule between the two of you that if one didn’t call/text all day then the other would start the conversation somehow. recently though, it has become more one sided in my opinion. 

you always texted and called first which you didn’t mind of course. asking about his day, how the members were doing, or even when his next day was off so you guys could see each other again. but then, hongjoong began to take even longer and longer to respond to you. at first it was a couple of minutes then one hour and then two and then so on. 

however, hongjoong would always make it up to you whenever you guys met up again in person. he would take you out to dinner, buy you flowers, and then treat you extremely well in bed. always looking out for your needs before coming for his own. he even started a bubble bath for after the intense sex you guys had when you came home to your apartment. 

but as the weeks went by and the time spent away from each other grew farther apart, hongjoong became less romantic. his way of saying sorry for not responding to your calls was to make it up with sex. which was great. you missed his touch and his missed yours. but then it turned to just turned into meeting up for sex. 

don’t get me wrong though, you asked him multiple times to hang out with him and just hang out. no fucking. just straight up spending time with each other. you didn’t care if you guys went to a bar, club, movie theater, hell, even his dorm. you just wanted to spend time with him. hongjoong would always say yes to spend time with you but he always canceled last minute because of practice went over too long and now he was too tired to come over or eden was making him stay in the studio for an extra hour because he couldn’t record his vocals properly. 

at first, you were understanding about his situation and told him it was okay and there’s still tomorrow or next week. but missing/skipping out on five plus dates? i think the fuck not. you had every right to be pissed. hongjoong never texted you anymore or even called so you were already close to calling out hongjoong for his shit. 

but right now, you were a little emotional for that. you finished your meal quickly, not wanting to spend anymore time in that suffocating restaurant and called the waiter over for your check. you debated about calling hongjoong again or leaving him a text message but you decided it was probably best for you to just go see him. who knows, maybe hongjoong got into accident which is why he wasn’t able to come or something even worse. even worse. fuck, your mind was circling with thoughts of if hongjoong was okay and where he’s at. which led to you speeding down to the only place hongjoong would ever be at nowadays. 

you pulled up to kq’s building with your nerves on fire, you didn’t know if you should pop off on him right then and there or be prepared to be hit with some tragic news. but you pull yourself together, embracing yourself for the worst as you open your boyfriend’s studio door.

to your surprise or maybe dismay, you find hongjoong asleep at his desk with his hands tucked underneath them as support. to be honest, you heavily debated about dumping ice cold water on him and then yelling at him asking him where the fuck he’s been but you decide against it knowing, you wouldn’t get anything out of it. plus, he looked absolutely exhausted which made you feel the tiniest bit guilty.

you sigh, before saving all of hongjoong’s files that were opened on his computer to make sure they don’t delete when you turn it off and then you pull hongjoong onto your side and haul his ass out of the small room, making sure to turn off all the lights and equipment as well. you carried his still sleepy body into your car, amazed at the fact that he was still able to sleep through all of that. 

on the way back to his dorm, you snuck glances at your boyfriend to check up on him and quietly think of what the hell to do with him. you were going to definitely talk to him about this and how you’re not taking his shit anymore and he can either pick it up again or leave. but the more your brain attempted to craft future discussion topics and points for any talks turn argument, you realized that this could all come to an end. you felt yourself slam on the brakes at the red light that you didn’t see. tears were forming in your eyes and your heart was beginning to beat of your chest. could this really mean the end?

you gaze back to your sleeping boyfriend who looked at peace for once and something in your mind was arguing against that silly idea. don’t think like that. talk it out with him first. you took a deep breath and rationalized your thoughts for the rest of the drive, drowning out thoughts with the radio. 

you eventually pull up to his dorm and decided to just go down and ask someone to come take him out of your car since you were drained mentally (and physically a little bit to be honest). you brush yourself off and adjusted your makeup to hide any evidence of tears before hopping out the car. 

quietly, you made your way up to the door and rang their doorbell, fidgeting with your hands as tears threatened to spill again for the nth time today. 

“y/n?” a familiar voice asked as he opens the door.

you look up immediately to see yunho standing at the door looking perplexed and flash him a small smile, “hey-”

“hongjoong’s not here by the way if you’re here to pick him up.” yunho answered, looking at your attire. 

“oh-that’s not why i’m here.” you nervously answered. you don’t know why your nerves were acting up all of sudden. you met his members before and consider them your friends even. “hongjoong-”

“why are you dressed up all nice?” another voice interrupted. 

yunho glared back into the dorm before opening his mouth to apologize only to be met with seonghwa scolding the voice. yunho gave you an apologetic smile, instead.

“oh it’s okay.” you flashed another fake smile. “hongjoong just uh-missed our date so, i went to go pick him up at the studio and drop him off.”

“oh.”

you awkwardly nod your head before looking down at your shoes, blinking away tears.

“hey yunho, go get hongjoong.” seonghwa stepped in before an awkward silence could start. 

“yeah, sure.” he nods his head at the elder, before glancing back towards you. 

“do you wanna talk about it?” the vocalist asks you with worried eyes. 

“um-not really.” you answer honestly, “i’m just gonna talk to him about it later.”

“y/n, it was your guys’ three year anniversary-” seonghwa pushes as you begin to turn your back on him to leave. 

“i know.” you tense up at his words. you slowly turn back to him, “he can apologize to me when he wakes up.”

you watch as seonghwa’s shoulders drop before he nods in agreement to you. hurriedly, you walk back towards your car thanking yunho for picking up hongjoong. 

you take a moment to yourself before driving back home, collecting your thoughts. 

when you pull into your apartment complex, exhausted as hell and in dire need of a shower to wash off the events from today. which is exactly what you do. taking the time to wash off your makeup properly before stepping into the hot water. a little self care tonight was much needed and both your body and mind were grateful for it. 

feeling a lot better, you unknowingly slip into one of hongjoong’s shirts and a pair of shorts before pulling out a pint of ice cream as your showtime snack for tonight. you were getting ready to binge the newest season of dr. stone until someone knocked on your door rather frantically. 

“one second!” you yell, annoyed before rushing to the door.  you open the door to reveal an exhausted looking hongjoong, “oh.”

“hello. can-uh-can i come in?” he asked attentively. to be honest, you contemplated on just shutting the door in his face. the energy to even just talk evaporated from your body as soon as you sat down on that couch. 

you didn’t say anything. deciding on saving your words or even tears for later. you opened the door wider and let your boyfriend come in. 

hongjoong walked in awkwardly as he moved towards your couch, obviously expecting you to sit next to him. to his dismay and to show that you were clearly pissed as fuck you sat on the sofa chair next to him with your arms folded. he clearly got the signal that you were upset with him and looked a little disappointed that you didn’t sit with him.

“yes?” you spat out a lot harsher than you expected. to be honest, in the moment you could’ve cared less if you sounded like an absolute bitch during this whole talk. you were tired as fuck and definitely not in the mood to worry about being empathetic. 

“i came here to apologize about today.” hongjoong paused to give you a moment to say something but continued when you just glared at him instead. “i promise, i remembered about our date tonight but i just caught with work and jongho wanted to re-record his vocals and-”

you couldn’t take it anymore. every single fucking apology or excuse this man has given you always had to deal with work. it’s always this person wanted help with this, eden wanted me to stay, eden didn’t like this or that. you knew what comeback season was like, this wasn’t your first rodeo. 

even during the first few eps that were being released back then hongjoong would make a constant effort to talk to you, to see you, you know, be your fucking boyfriend. but over time, that drive to just even keep up with you diminished and you were sick and tired of it. 

“why is it always work, hongjoong?” you ask with your head in your hands, irritation building up in you.  

“what do you mean?” your boyfriend looked a bit taken back by your sudden comment. 

taking your face out of your hands to properly look at him, “it’s always work. the past few weeks or maybe even months, your excuse is always work. ‘yunho needed this’, ‘seonghwa wanted me to stay longer’, ‘eden didn’t like this’.”

“hey, do you even know how hard it is to be an idol and a producer at the same time?” hongjoong snapped back, pointing a finger at you. 

“yeah, i fucking do. i fucking dated since you were a trainee. you worked maybe even twice as hard as you do now just to impress your company. and yet, you still made the time to come see me.” you voice cracks as you fight the urge to ball your eyes out. 

“if you weren’t happy with me not spending enough time with you, why didn’t you tell me?”

“i tried!” you shouted in frustration. “i tried hongjoong! every time i try to plan something, work always pops up last minute and you cancel!”

“not every time!” 

“oh really, when?” you ask in annoyance. 

“two weeks ago, we hung out. we watched a movie.”

“yeah two weeks ago! and we had sex during the whole movie and the time before that and time before that!”

“i don’t get it y/n! do not want to have sex or something with me? why are you getting worked up about that? wouldn’t you want to? especially if we haven’t seen each other for a long time?”

you went quiet for a moment. is that all he cared about? sex? “hongjoong, i just want to see you again. not to fuck but to just be with you.”

the both you got quiet for a second, hongjoong soaking up your words while you tried your best to not start crying. too late though. tears were slipping down your face one by one as the seconds flew by. 

your boyfriend instinctively went to wrap his arms around you when he saw you sniffling with your knees pulled up to your head. 

“please don’t.” you whisper out, heart cracking as you hear hongjoong step away from you. 

by yourself, you take a moment to collect and calm yourself down because you’re used to doing this now. being alone when you really needed someone to be there for you. 

“do you even love me still?” you mumble, words shaking with every breath you take. 

“of course, i do, y/n.” hongjoong attempts to hold your hand but his small smile fades away when you refuse. “listen, i know i fucked up. really, really badly and if you don’t want to talk about it right now, i’ll wait.”

“joong,” it was the first time, you’ve called him that in awhile, “i think we should take a break. i need time to figure things out on my own and you’re busy with work anyways.”

work.

that damn thing driving you and your lover apart day by day. 

“if that’s what you want, i’ll respect it.” your boyfriend, hongjoong answers with a nod of his head, voice cracking towards the end. 

he didn’t expect this to happen. maybe it was all the chord progressions flooding his brain or the exhaustion settling in and making his brain a step slower than usual but the quick witted rapper was completely at a loss of words for once. 

“it’s what i want.” you assure yourself and him. “i’ll call you when i feel ready to talk.”

“alright. i guess, i’ll see you then.” if the harsh silence was any louder than it was right then, you could’ve heard his heart cracking off bit by bit. 

you nod in response as you get up to follow hongjoong out. 

kim hongjoong takes a second to glance at your face again. maybe he wanted to look at you one last time like this so he could see all the damage he’d done as a lesson to himself. or maybe, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart that you would say that you wanted him now. that you would zip right back into his arms. 

unfortunately, it was the opposite. the ghost of a smile on your lips disappeared into a thin line as you bid him goodbye and close the door. 

it wasn’t until you slump against your door and hongjong rides the elevator down alone, that tears are flowing freely down your faces. it wasn’t until then that you realize that it wasn’t work or the lack of communication that was the driving force for this break. but perhaps, it was time. 

time. 

oh how, everyone in the world wished for more time.