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peachoony · 3 years

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chasing love - one

Genre: mafia!au, smut, arranged marriage

Warnings: blood, kidnaping, basically violence, smut

Word count: 3.2k

Pairing: mafia leader!changkyun x fem!reader

A/N: yes another mafia lmaoo, but this will definitely have more parts. actually i had this au written for a very long time in my drafts so i thought i’d post it.

You greeted all the new guests with a smile while looking for your parents, who were talking to other guests. You walked to them, hoping you wouldn’t get interrupted by some auntie telling you how much you’ve grown up, since the last time she saw you. By the time you reached them they were already bowing goodbye to the guest.

“Dad the priest has arrived and Uncle Minho is asking for you.” You informed him and he nodded, leaving you alone with your mother.

Well actually not really mother. Your parents had passed away in a car accident, before you could even start collecting any memories with them and your biological father‘s brother – your now father – adopted you and now you called them mom and dad. They were just like your actual family.

„You look beautiful, y/n.“ Your mother smiled and you smiled back while looking down on you. You were wearing a baby pink silk dress with some accessories and your hair was lying with wavy curls.

„Thank you mom, but so do you. Still looking all young,” you said making her chuckle and playfully hit your arm.

“Stop it, will you?” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Can you go to up to Mirae and help her a bit with the preparations, I’ll come get you two when it’s time.” She continued and you nodded, mumbling a ‘sure’ before walking up the stairs to the bride’s room.

You knocked twice before walking in with a big smile, but you were rather greeted with an empty room.

“Mirae?” You said and silence answered you.

You opened the bathroom door but nothing. Where is she? You walked further into the big room and your face fell into a deep frown, when you saw Mirae’s wedding dress on the bed. You immediately walked to the bed and your eyes found a folded paper next to it.

No. No she can’t do that. Not today.

With shaking hands you picked it up slowly opening it, scared of confirming your biggest nightmare.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I’m sorry I haven’t told you this before and It’s probably too late to fix anything, but I can’t marry Changkyun. I tried to force myself but the feelings aren’t there anymore. I fell in love with someone else and, before I could’ve done something that could’ve hurt him more I decided to leave all this behind. Don’t try to find me, I’m happy.

~ Jeon Mirae

You stood there for a while, slowly letting your arms fall next to you, grasping the letter tightly. It took you a moment to realise what just happened, but when it did it came crashing down on you like a tsunami. You blinked a couple of times, still unsure what to do as anxiety started taking over you.

You opened the door, running through the hallways trying to find your parents as you placed a hand against your forehead, but before you reached the stairs you ran into a bigger figure making you stumble back. You looked up, your eyes meeting the ones, you wanted to see the least right now.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t see you.” He apologized, his icy expression not leaving his face, as always.

You looked at him with widened eyes, still grasping onto that piece of paper. His eyes scanned your face and he tilted his face.

“Why are you crying?” He suddenly asked, making you sniff. You were crying?

“I…” you started still at a loss of words. “Is everything okay?” He asked, now frowning.

“Mirae…” you said, getting his attention now. “What’s with Mirae? Is she okay?” He was clearly confused on what’s going on.

You nervously looked around, going through a panic attack.

You’ve been walking on heels for years now, but suddenly you couldn’t even stand on them. You needed to sit down with your wobbling leg. How will you tell him that?

“Y/n what happened to Mirae,” he said again louder, stepping closer and you gulped, suddenly scared of him.

“Mirae, she...is not in her r-room,” you choked out, hands shaking when you held up the letter. Changkyun looked at the letter then back to you before grabbing it as his eyes slid from left to right.

Slowly the letter slipped from his hands and landed on his neatly polished shoes. He stared into nothing, before coming back to his senses. You expected him to at least show some emotions, but he just stood there with a clenched jaw. His eyes met yours and you both looked at each other for a solid minute.

“She did what?” Your father yelled out standing up, making the chair fall to the ground.

“We can’t cancel the wedding,” Changkyun’s father said, shaking his head. “What will the people say? They will look down on us.” He added.

“I’m so sorry Minho, If I had known she would do that…” he trailed off and your mother placed a hand on his shoulder.

Changkyun didn’t say anything, while sitting on the couch. His cold eyes looked into nothing with his hand rubbing his jaw.

You sat on the bed still looking at her million dollar wedding dress. Their voices faded and your eyes went back to the letter and you sighed silently. When your name fell, you looked up confused on why you were relevant in this conversation.

“Right, why can’t y/n marry him?” Changkyun’s father said.

“What?” You blurred out, instantly covering your mouth with your hand. “I mean...How can I do this? This is not my place,” you explained and your mother walked to you.

“Y/n right now is not the time, please do us that one favor. Everyone is outside waiting.” Your mother spoke up and you looked over to Changkyun, but he didn’t seem to care what was happening, blinking a couple of times you looked down. “People will look down on us y/n. What image will we bring across? They will take us a joke,” she added and you frowned, deeply in your thoughts.

“Y/n, you won’t regret this decision, I promise you that,” Chanwoo, Changkyun’s brother said this time.

You looked up into the mirror and here you were in a wedding dress, that wasn’t even yours, just like the place as Im Changkyun’s wife. Your heart pounded against your chest as your father walked with you to the hall. You liked Changkyun, maybe more than you were allowed to. You didn’t know when those feelings took over your heart, since it was pretty obvious that your families would form an alliance of the clan’s, but the moment Changkyun’s family asked for Mirae’s hand in marriage, your heart broke into millions of pieces. You were honestly still hoping somewhere deep in your heart that it would’ve been you. That it would’ve been you he fell in love with, but who were you fooling? Mirae was always the prettier one out of you two, always the one everyone liked more. She had all the friends and the lovers. How could you even think you can compete against her? Of course he would choose her, of course he would choose a pretty, outgoing and loveable wife. All these years you pushed your feelings aside and now that you’ve finally mastered hiding those feelings, you’re becoming his wife. You wanted him to be yours secretly for so long, but not like this. Not as a replacement of his actual love. Not as his last option.

“I’m so sorry,” your father spoke up, making you look at him. “You don’t deserve this y/n. You’re not supposed to clean after your sister's mistake,” he continued clearly ashamed.

You stayed silent, not sure what exactly to say. “If you don’t want this, tell me now. I will manage something.” He seemed disappointed in himself.

You shook your head squeezing his arm. “Accepting someone else's daughter and actually treating her like your own kid is not easy. Despite Mirae being your real daughter you always treated us fairly, always making sure I have everything she had. I never felt like an orphan, thanks to you dad.” You smiled as he looked at you with teary eyes.

“You’ve never let me down, now it’s my turn.” You added and he pulled you into a hug.

“You’re not an orphan and neither are you someone else's daughter,” he said after placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re my daughter. And after today my only daughter.”

You sighed giving your best holding your tears back so you wouldn't ruin the make up as a smile spread over your face.

“I’ll make sure he treats you right, y/n.” Your father said and you nodded. “I know you will.”

If it wouldn’t be for Changkyun holding your hand, they would be shaking like crazy and when he slid in the ring you almost scoffed. This wasn’t supposed to be the finger the ring should be on, this shouldn’t be the hand he should be holding, this shouldn’t be your dress and this shouldn’t be your husband, but now it was.

You looked around the big room. You were in here once, because of your sister Mirae, but now you’re here as Changkyun’s wife. A sigh left your lips and you leaned back against the headboard, closing your eyes.

So this is your life now?

It was still hard to believe but it was best for you to get used to this, since you would only hurt yourself. Your eyes shot open at the sound of the door opening and you instantly sat up at the sight of Changkyun walking in.

He walked to his dresser, taking off his watch and tie without looking back at you.

“Changkyun,” you started clearing your throat as you stood up from the bed.

“I’m sorry all this happened and I know that I wasn’t supposed to be here today. This is not my place but it happened and I promise to not bother you at all.”

He turned around blankly staring at you and you gulped, clearly uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. You were about to speak up, but he suddenly walked into your direction making you stumble back, falling back on the bed.

“Is that all?” He asked and you shuddered at the harsch tone.

He grabbed your wrist, not as harsh as his tone, and pulled you with him to the door and the next thing you knew was him closing the door in front of your face. You stood there for a while, before you realized what just happened.

He threw out of his room.

You couldn’t believe you were standing in front of your husband's room, after he just kicked you out. Tears started gathering at the corner of your eyes and all you wanted to do was fall to your knees and cry. You knew that you wouldn’t get the love and affection from Changkyun as a husband, but if you knew that he would straight up throw you away like a piece of shit, you would’ve definitely reconsidered this marriage. You would’ve saved you from this hell. You couldn't spend the rest of your life like that, not with your own husband treating you like a complete stranger. The thought of living like that just brought more tears into your eyes. You wanted to go home, to your father. You wanted to go back to him. You don’t want this life.

“Y/n?” You suddenly heard someone call your name and you froze, scared to turn around and face whoever was standing there. You slowly turned around looking straight into Chanwoo's eyes.

“Do you need anything?” He asked confused as to why you were standing here in the hallway at almost midnight. You blinked a couple of times, panicking inside and thinking of a plausible answer.

“Uh no…thank you,” you stuttered. He nodded slowly looking to Changkyuns door then you. “Why are you not going in?” He asked with an raised eyebrow and you opened your mouth just to close it again, left with no answer.

“He kicked you out didn’t he?” He sighed and you looked away, clearly embarrassed at the fact that you got kicked out from your own husband.

“That jerk,” he mumbled and started taking steps towards the door, but you immediately grabbed his arm. “No please don’t say anything to him,” you said and he frowned.

“Y/n, he can’t do this. Let me talk some sense into him,” he said and you shook your head. “Chanwoo, please just...don’t.” Your begging made him sigh again and he took a step back.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked you after he walked you to the guest room.

You stayed silent not knowing the answer to his question either. Why were you doing this? Better said why was Changkyun doing this? Why does he hate you so much? Was it really your fault that your sister decided to run away? That you got talked into marrying him?

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m sorry you got into this situation.” His last words before he disappeared wishing you a good night.

You sat there for a while and before you knew the tears started running down your face.

You opened your eyes as you felt someone gently shake your shoulder. “Miss, good morning,” a woman smiled and you knew she was one of the workers here. You sat up and blinked the sleep away, before you realized you didn’t have the chance to change, still sitting here in your wedding dress.

“Breakfast is ready in 30 minutes. Please freshen up, I’ll bring you your clothes.” She informed you and you nodded still in the process of waking up.

When she left you sighed and fell back into the bed. You barely got any sleep, all you did was cry and miss your parents. What were they doing right now?

After recalling last night you stood up and walked to your, well Changkyun’s room and thank god he wasn’t there. You quickly got out of your dress straight to the shower and the moment the warm water hit your skin you closed your eyes. You felt your muscles relax, especially after yesterday where you slept in a dress in the most uncomfortable position. After a while you heard the door open and you remembered the worker telling you she will bring you your clothes.

“Place my clothes on the island next to the bathtub, please.” You said, but when you heard Changkyuns voice you almost jumped out of your own skin.

“I don’t have your clothes,” he said and you heard shuffling before he disappeared again and you thanked all the seven seas that your shower glass was dimmed due to the warm water. The moment the door closed you let out the breath you were holding in. Of course this would happen with your luck.

You slipped into your heels before walking down hesitantly, still ashamed of what happened back in the room. When you walked into the dining hall you saw an unfamiliar girl sitting next to Changkyun while pinching his cheeks.

“You’re so skinny gosh, what are you guys feeding my poor baby brother?” She said playfully and you remembered Mirae telling you he has a sister, but she lives in the states due to work which meant she was rarely even here. Her eyes landed on you and she smiled.

“Oh hey, aren’t you Mirae’s sister y/n?” She asked and you nodded slowly. “Uhm, yeah that’s me.” Why was she mentioning her name?

Her next words felt like a slap into your face. “Where is Mirae though?” She asked, still smiling and everyone fell silent. You didn’t dare to move looking away to Changkyun, but he clenched his jaw. Chanwoo slapped her arm and she frowned.

“I’m sorry y/n, she just arrived and we didn’t had the chance to tell her.” He explained and nodded to the seat next to Changkyun with a smile.

“Join us.”

“Didn’t tell me what?” She asked looking at her parents, but Chanwoo silently gave her a sign that he would explain everything once they were alone.

To say the least – the breakfast was awkward. Changkyun didn’t even finish his food before he excused himself for work and honestly you didn’t feel like eating at all, so you just had some fruit to not completely come off as rude.

The moment you walked upstairs you let out a sigh, happy that you had the most awkward moment behind you, but when you heard your name you looked up.

“I’m sorry for what I said in the dining hall. I didn’t know all of this happened, I was just assuming you were here to visit Mirae.” Kyuhyun's sister carefully took a step closer. “It was so insensitive of me to speak without thinking,” she scoffed and you shook your head.

“Oh no, don’t worry about that. You didn’t know, since you just arrived today. It’s fine,” you smiled at her and she took a deep breath. “Okay good, I was so scared that you might be upset.” She laughed. “Oh and I’m Gyuri.”

How weird is it that you were just now finding out your husband's sister's name. Mirae never really spoke much about her or the family at all. She was mainly focused on Changkyun, but here and there said something about his family. You knew his family too, exchanging a couple of words on galas and events, but more than the basics you weren’t that informed about them. Especially Changkyun, he was always a mystery to you, with his secretive persona. You were always curious on how Changkyun was with Mirae, since he didn’t seem to be a romantic and affectionate person, but she didn’t really give you any details.

After Gyuri offered you to always talk to her when you needed something, you thanked her and headed back to your room. You closed the door behind you and leaned against it, but before you had the chance to drown in your thoughts your phone on the dresser started ringing, showing up your fathers contact.

“Hey dad,” you said and for the first time after your wedding you smiled that genuine.

“Oh wow someone is extra happy,” he chuckled at the other side of the phone.

“I missed you dad.”

“I missed you too y/n,” he said and you could hear the car engine in the back.

“Are you going somewhere?” You asked leaned against the dresser. “Oh yeah I’m on the way to a meeting, so I thought I’ll just quickly have a talk with you.” He explained and you nodded. “I see, but don’t overwork,” you reminded him and he chuckled.

“Yeah yeah don’t worry. How is Changkyun?”

Your smile faded as you remembered everything that happened yesterday. “He is good,” you said, but he sighed. “That’s not what I mean, I’m going to see him in that meeting anyways. How is Changkyung treating you y/n?” He asked more specifically and you bit down on your lower lip. “Don’t worry dad he is good to me.”

Yeah you’re lying, but things will change and then it won’t be a lie...right?

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ what is love? - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, 6thmemberofitzy!reader, shy!mark and shy!reader, fluff bc that’s what i’m best at LOL, another request :), just enjoy <3

REQUEST | “hii i read ur electric love fic w jisung and i really loved it :DD could you do the same for mark ? still as the 6th member of itzy ofc :D” - my lovely anon <3

SUMMARY | he wonders what is love, but finds the answer in you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “what is love” by twice (english lyrics by genius translations)! ANOTHER REQUEST HDSFKLDSJHF IM SO SO SO SO EXCITED! i wanted to change up the setting so it’s still 6th member itzy, but not in weekly idol :P ALSO this was inspired by when nct dream, itzy, and stray kids sat next to each each other in that one award show so yeah lolol. IM SO SORRY I LOST THE MESSAGE WHERE MY ANON ASKED FOR IT BUT I STILL WROTE IT FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, NEVER BE SHY TO DM ME ;)

what is love?

mark knew the general idea of it; the sappy moments movies show, the “butterflies in your stomach” feeling books portray, the pain and hardships songs make you feel.

but he’s never been in love, at least not like this.

❝ how could it be as sweet as candy? ❞

training at such a young age molded mark into the perfect idol, and with that he was fully aware dating would look bad to the public. he accepted the fact that he might never find love, all to help achieve his dream.

but as cheesy as it sounds, the canadian wished to be loved.

yes he was loved by his members, his family, his friends, his fans; but the type of love he longed for was something none of them could give him.

mark wanted to feel the sweetness of being in love, the giddiness you’d feel whenever you talk to them, the pounding of your heart whenever they’re near. he wanted to experience the overwhelming need to be with that person, like if they’re gone for too long it’s like you can’t breathe.

was being in love like making a song for the very first time? or was it like eating watermelon all the time?

so many questions with no answers, the boy left to wander in his own thoughts.

❝ how it’s like flying in the sky? ❞

he smiled bittersweetly as the newly wed couple danced around in confetti, the sound of laughter and cheers resonating around the room. one of nct’s managers that had been with them since the beginning invited them to her wedding, to which the team obviously accepted.

all 23 of them were happy for their noona who found her happy ending. mark could only watch in awe at the sight of the two lovebirds, the love and adoration for the other evident in the way they looked at each other.

his heart tugged a bit knowing he wanted something like that too.

“being in love is like flying in the sky.” his manager explained to the boy as a makeup artist experimentally brushed strokes on her face. it was a couple hours before the ceremony when mark knocked on her hotel door, wanting to visit his favorite noona before she finally said ‘i do’.

his question left his mouth before mark could fully register what he was about to say, the poor boy flushing a bit as the woman laughed at him.

“are you in love mark? is that why you’re asking me how i knew i was in love?” she teased as mark stutterd, denying her accusation.

“n-no i swear!” he said as his manager continued laughing, the makeup artist having to pause a bit to let her get it all out. “i’m just curious.” mark said quietly trying to stop the heat from rushing up to his cheeks.

“well being in love is a magical feeling.” the woman said, turning a bit serious. mark sat up straight as he listened intently. “when you realize you love someone, it can be a scary thing. love isn’t perfect mark, and i want you to know that. there are moments where you want to scream and rip your hair out, or cry to let it all out.”

the boy nodded in understanding, having a bit of knowledge from all the good breakup songs taylor swift writes about.

“but it can also change your whole world.” she continued on. “it’s like seeing the world again for the very first time and the colors are more vibrant. it’s like having a permanent reason to be happy, and a reason to stay.” she explained as the mark sat quietly trying to comprehend it all.

❝ i wanna know know know know, what is love? ❞

the poor boy’s head couldn’t wrap around the thought of you.

his heart hammered in his chest as he secretly glanced at you, desperately trying to avoid suspicion from fans and his members. you were just too breathtaking, having the canadian looking back for more.

the moment he first laid eyes on you, it was like an epiphany. you were the answer to all his questions.

so this is what it feels like, mark thinks to himself as he looks back on all the things he’s heard about love.

the butterflies, the pounding of your heart, the “seeing the world in a whole new perspective”, mark felt everything and as much as he felt excited, he was scared.

as harmless as it sounds, award shows were a risky thing for idols. being surrounded by fans of different groups as well as said groups themselves always seemed to cause a bit of a stir between fans.

between dating rumors and rumors about beef between two idols, anything could happen.

but usually mark would be okay. he’s been doing this for a long time and knew how to behave.

however what he didn’t expect was to see you, the tiny rookie idol from the newly debuted girl group ‘itzy’.

nct 127’s table was right next to yours which let mark have a clear view of your pretty eye smile as you laughed at something lia had whispered into your ear. your laugh was bubbly and contagious, the boy having to physically stop himself from wanting to laugh too.

he was panicking, but mark couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way.

❝ what does love feel like? ❞

your breath hitched as you saw the boy sneak glances at you from the corner of your eye.

the mark lee was looking at you, your heart racing as you tried to deny the fact that he was staring you down. there was no way the dude you’ve looked up to your entire trainee life is noticing you, no way at all.

everyone has heard of mark lee even if you weren’t into kpop. he was just that iconic.

you’ve been an nctzen since the very beginning, being there for nct u’s debut stage. in fact, nct was the very reason you decided to audition to become an idol in the first place. you looked up to the team but more importantly you looked up to a certain canadian in the group.

originally doyoung was your bias in nct when nct u first came out. but as the years passed by you found yourself more and more intrigued by mark, having him absolutely wreck your bias list.

since then you’ve been a loyal mark stan, even rapping his part in cherry bomb for your audition tape which ultimately led you to become an idol yourself.

you refused to believe you were in love with the dude, not knowing a single thing about him. there was no way you could love him, not if you’ve never even met the boy.

but your heart seemed to prove you wrong as it beat wildly knowing mark was sitting right there on the table next to you.

“you okay bubs?” lia asked in a worried tone, leaning in to whisper into your ear. she saw the way your leg bounced in a fast rhythm, knowing you only did that when you were nervous.

you forced a smile as you hesitantly looked her way, knowing that she could take one look into your eyes and know you were lying. “i'm fine unnie, don’t worry about me.” you replied as sweetly as you could, wishing the elder wouldn’t notice a thing.

though you two and yeji were the eldest in the group, all being born in the year 2000, you were the baby of the unnie line. lia and yeji knew you the best, having grown up with you after all.

the girl only gave you a look before taking your hand in hers to give a soft squeeze. “i know you’re lying but i won’t push you. also mark lee from nct 127 is totally checking you out.” lia said, whispering a bit on the last part. she winked as you flushed, looking away in horror.

johnny nudged the boy next to him with a small smirk, clearly seeing the heart eyes he was giving the girl in the table next to them. mark jumped a bit at the feeling, looking at his hyung with confusion.

“so y/n of itzy?” johnny said with a small smile as the younger immediately sat up straight.

“is it that obvious?” mark whispered back with a hint of fear in his eyes.

if any of the fans were to get a hold of this… the boy could only shiver at the thought.

johnny’s playful smile dropped a bit at mark’s worried look knowing how he must feel. they were idols after all.

“don’t worry, i only noticed because she was looking back at you too.” he said, mark flushing at the revelation.

“really?” he asked a little out of it.

“i say talk to her after this?” the elder said, laughing a bit when mark jumped in his seat, immediately saying no.

❝ will love come to me someday? ❞

“unnie why are you making me stay in the dressing room~” you whined as the end of the award show came along.

you just wanted to go home, your body worn out. not from all the dancing but from the way it viciously pounded in your chest whenever you ever thought about mark.

lia only smirked in retaliation as she brought a hand up to squish your cheeks. “trust me, you’ll thank me later.” she said as she walked out of the dressing room, bumping into a 6 foot tall boy with a smaller boy behind him.

“oops sorry.” she said a little playfully, as lia gave a wink to johnny knowing their plan was going accordingly. johnny only gave her a small smile, but if you looked closely you could see the mischief in his eyes.

“hyung where are we going?” mark asked, a little weirded out by the two’s interaction. johnny only ignored the boy, dragging him by his arm as they walked down the hallway.

“hyung i swear if this is a prank i’ll-” mark’s words were cut off as the two entered a door, only to see your confused face staring back at him.

“oh shit.” he cursed under his breath, a little taken aback from how beautiful you were. one whole award show later and you were still as gorgeous as when he first saw you sitting down in the table next to his.

your confused face quickly turned to an embarrassed one as you noticed the boy, turning another shade of red when you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“hi y/n, my name is johnny and this is my band mate mark.” the taller boy said, holding his hand out in a handshake.

“h-hi i’m y/n.” you stuttered, not expecting to see the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for the past two hours to be right in front of you.

mark gawked at the sight of you, his mind malfunctioning as the words seemed to get stuck at the tip of his tongue.

“markie right here has something he wants to ask you.” johnny said, pushing the younger in front of him with a grunt.

this seemed to knock him right out of his trance, a hand coming up to the back of his neck as he stared down at the floor with pink cheeks.

“do you maybe wanna-”

“yes.” you blurted out, a hand covering your mouth in shock. “i-if you were gonna ask if i wanted to hang out sometime, the answer is yes.” you said a little shyly as the boy smiled.

all this time mark thought he was gonna find love, but maybe love found him instead.

“i’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow evening.” mark said with a sweet smile as he took a step back only to be pushed back up again by johnny.

“you don’t even have her number you dumbass.” the elder scolded, disappointed at how dumb the boy was.

your laughter caught both of the boy’s attention as you put your hand out with a small smile. “you want my number or nah?”

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aetherarf · 3 years

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HELLO I SAW YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND UHM I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS ALLOWED BUT have you listened to Olivia Rodrigo's new album??? (If not its okay you can just ignore this) BUT IF YOU DID can you do an AU with Kaeya like remember the cheating prompt that you made a while ago? Like what if S/O became a great singer and kaeya secretly went to one of S/O's concert not knowing that all of their songs is about Kaeya and when S/O was singing "happier" she had spotted kaeya in the crowd and gave him a smile which led the 2 of them teary - eyed (TURNING S/O INTO OLIVIA RODRIGO AJSNWKSKQ) IM SORRY I WAS LISTENING TO THE SOUR ALBUM WHILE READING THE CHEATING PROMPT HUHUSHSJEIDJE

I actually avoid most media/news/celebrities just 'cause it tends to be stress inducing... But oh I did listen and I did get some ideas... :) Here you go~

[[ Celebrity!Reader Summary: Once, you and Kaeya were lovers. Once, you two fought. Once, you two broke up. Twice, you met him for the first time.

Word Count: 1'902 ]]

Humming to himself, Kaeya remembered a tune he had heard from some of the female Knights, dramatically singing this song in their own, slightly drunken amusement. He, admittedly, didn't care too much for... celebrities, for those who were known for their, usually recreational, work.

But the song was... He didn't quite know. It's not that he couldn't sing, but he just opted not to... Wasn't a big thing to him. Maybe this is what people meant when they said music was a powerful emotional thing, calling to him like a siren.

Or maybe he was just trying to fill the silence. Another partner, come and gone... He was a little ashamed of himself, only a month... only a month, he lasted, before realizing.. maybe he wasn't ready?

He rushed it, he rushed a lot of things. Maybe he was too eager to forget.

Oh well.

He had things to do, anyway. He looked back over the papers tossed about his desk, cringing at the mess he ended up making, and one stood out...

It was a poster, of sorts. Another... concert, like the ones Barbara hold, and apparently such a trend was spreading, for some girl in Liyue named 'Xinyan' was also trying to create new forms of music. He didn't think much of it, but suddenly he did...

A familiar name, a familiar face...

And the title of a familiar song.

Happier.

It was... You. An old partner, but old seemed far too generous a term, for it had been a month, two at most? Time wasn't easy to recall right now. He missed you, but he understood that it wasn't time. There were many tears, a lot of pain, and a break-up. He felt like he had gotten over it, but admittedly he was afraid... You disappeared from the world. He wasn't going to stalk you, but you took it hard...

Just a hint to know you were okay. Alive.

But here it was--a crumpled, slightly dirty poster that had a footprint on the back, that somehow found it's way onto his desk.

Three days. Your concert was in three days.

He left, taking a brief break, and bought a ticket, came back, working until he couldn't see straight anymore--he'd be seeing double if he could see from his second eye, went home.

Came back, got caught up, and his whirlwind of work managed to nearly get the Knights caught up on everything.

"Jean, I'm taking a few days off."

"I expected as much, you only work like this when you have something planned."

"You're a lifesaver~" he was already leaving, ignoring whatever Jean said.

Now, with one night to catch up on missed sleep, he was going to your concern.

Just to make sure it was you. One last goodbye he never got, even if you never heard it... It would be enough.

It would have to be enough.

...

He dressed up in his finest clothes, a little bit of make-up, his hair down and pooling over his shoulders... He didn't need to dress up, but... Well, it felt good to. It'd been awhile.

As soon as he headed out, he heard the familiar cat-calling... Actually, he distantly thought he heard Lisa, but he wasn't about to go talking about it.

He wasn't the Cavalry Captain tonight. He was just Kaeya.

The crowds were smothering, and hot, an area reasonably far from the city of Mondstadt, and it was already dark, but the bright lights had dwarfed the natural light of the stars.

More than once had others tried to garner his attention, but he knew better, respectfully declining most conversations, and he navigated himself to somewhat close to the crowd... Wondering if he should go away, further back, or further up.

Did he really want to see your face again? Did he want you to notice him?

In the end, he just saw you walk out from seemingly nowhere, standing upon the stage as you waved to the crowd, a bright, beautiful smile on your face.

His heart did not flutter, but it relaxed... Oh, you were so wonderful, and he felt so reassured. You were safe... And, clearly, thriving. That's all he really came to see, but...

"Hello everyone!" You cheered out, smiling to the crowd. You looked over the faces, most of which unnoticable, but you paused--

Dark blue hair, dark skin, black eyepatch...

And he looked at you like how a puppy looked at it's first owner after a long time in the rain.

He was here? He came? You thought about him a lot, but... You never let him say goodbye.

He looked so sincere as he watched, like how he looked at you when you woke up after him, an utter mess, but he looked at you with adoration.

You cleared your throat.

"Well, we all know what you came for... So, how about a song dedicated to a special man," your eyes darted back down, "... Who I wanted to be happy."

Cheering--oh, how deafening. You heard it would be insane, but... It was a little hard to bear.

You could, you knew you could, and knowing he was there...

He always supported you, something you only realized when many had scolded you for the songs you wrote, spoiled by his endless love for you and your work.

You knew it'd go well.

Kaeya could only watch, mesmerized and proud--did he deserve to be proud of you?--as you began to sing--

"We broke up a month ago--"

A little more than a month, but how recently had you written it, when it was so close?

"Your friends aren't you know, I know,"

How you disappeared, the friends you both shared had missed you, too. Did you really believe you would have to be alone?

"You've moved on, found someone new,"

Has he really moved on?

"One more girl who brings out the better in you?"

A girl with a spark, but that fizzled away? No, no, but he did not want fire. You two planted a seed, and when it did not sprout, you left, only for it to free itself from the earth,

"And I thought my heart was attached,"

The roots of the sprout sunk so deep, growing before being seen, he could not pry them from his heart,

"For all our sunlight of the past,"

But without your sunlight, of what it only now could see, how could it grow, it could only wither, either within your sunlight without water, or drowned by his hands.

"But she's so sweet, she's so pretty,"

Nothing compared to the blossom that this was meant to be,

"Does she mean you forgot about me?"

She was nothing but a spark to burn the withering sprout, but it survived the flame and overcame it, desperate to find it's day of blossom.

"Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me,"

He had not been happy how he had been with you.

"I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go,"

He couldn't forget--he couldn't let go.

The rest of the words--they passed by him, and in the crowd, he was able to find himself crying, unable to look at you. He was unnoticed by those who cheered for you.

How could he be happy, when he was reminded of his own mistakes, his failures, what blossom he was blessed with, yet failed to protect, just as he failed to protect everything else he loved?

Finally, as he wiped the tears from his eyes, he looked back up at you, stunned as you looked right down at him,

"So find someone great, don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier."

He couldn't find someone better. He didn't want to.

He wanted you.

The rest of the music--was pleasant. But he was still reeling, and honestly, he didn't know why he stayed. Eventually, you walked off stage and he found himself standing alone against the waves of people who left.

Was he waiting for you?

Were you waiting for him?

He sighed. He did things too fast, and that's one of the many problems. It's not like he had to leave, looking at the now empty field... He ended up finding himself sitting by himself, the lights, one by one, turning off, and he was met back with the darkness again...

And the Stars showed themselves to him.

"... I didn't expect you'd come."

He jumped, jerking his head over to look at you--still dressed up, make-up on, and voice a little raspy.

"Well..." Kaeya said, buying time to think, "I guess I just... Wanted to see that you were okay. Didn't hear anything about you." That wasn't a total lie, and you sat down beside him, the both of you looking skywards... As you did many times before.

"That's... Sweet," you said, unsure, "I never thought that, in a million years, you'd want to see me again."

Kaeya looked over at you, frowning, "Is that why you disappeared?"

You shrugged, "I guess I thought I was doing you a favor. Was I?" You asked, genuine.

He looked back skywards.

"I don't know, honestly. But at least you're... Okay. That was a nasty break-up, after all."

You shrugged, "I needed to think. And... You were right. I didn't appreciate you. I didn't realize how much you were there for me, and..."

You stared at him, and he stared at you.

"You say that-" Kaeya sighed, laughing weakly to himself, "Like I wasn't always gone, and I made too many promises I couldn't keep."

"Maybe we just weren't ready at the time."

There was a long moment of silence... Neither of you willing to break it.

However, it wasn't even uncomfortable, a fitting time to think.

"... I want to start over," Kaeya said, finally, "If you're willing, of course... And you can say no, I get-"

"No, I, I mean yes, wait..." You fumbled over your words...

"Take your time." He said, sweetly... And you sighed.

"I want to start over, too. Will you... Go on a date with me?" You asked, smiling.

"We go to Good Hunter, to go..." He smiled, "And I insist on paying.

"And I tell you I invited you, so I should pay." You grinned.

"And we fight like an old married couple..." Kaeya leaned closer.

"Until we finally split it, and leave the city." You rested your hand on his knee.

"We go to Starsnatch Cliff," his hand atop yours.

"And I say your eyes are the prettiest stars I've ever seen." You twist your wrist, intertwining your fingers with his.

"And I say mine are nothing compared to yours," He rests his head on your shoulder.

"And I poke your tummy, and you giggle until you snort," you rest your head atop his.

"And we eat, it went cold, but it didn't really matter," He closed his eyes.

"We lie down in the grass, looking to the sky," you closed yours.

"I look at you like you're the moon," his hand tightened on your own.

"And I look at you like you're the entire world," You slump, slightly, relaxed.

"And it's quiet."

Both you and Kaeya lift your heads, looking at one another, smiling.

"and we kiss."

Kaeya is close, his mouth not even an inch from yours.

But you pull away.

"Tomorrow?" You ask, smiling.

"Six in the evening... I'll be waiting."

#genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #bark writes #anonymous #request #hurt and comfort #celebrity reader #// close nuff #// THIS HAS BEEN MY DEMON FOR SO LONG #// FUCKIN HELL #// GOD #// anyway it was a good step outta my comfort zone and i hope u liked it

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wienerbarnes · 4 years

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Play Dead Until You’re Dead

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 3,149

Warnings: Lowkey angst ngl but nothing too bad

A/N: YAY im so excited for this part bc I've had this in my head for a while now and it gonna change so much for the story but I'm so excited for one shots in the future! also this is kinda not edited ill go through it again tomorrow :) enjoy!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

A slow knock interrupts your plant watering and you glance at the time. Bucky said he’d be by in the afternoon, not the morning. You place your cup of water down and walk over to the door and open it cautiously before your eyes widen and a gasp escapes you as you see who awaits you on the other side.

Sam Wilson, dressed in civilian clothing, shoots you a smirk, “Why don’t we go for a drive?”

You don’t have time to answer. You don’t have time to think. Your blood is cold, your hands are cold, and your feet are cold as they slip into the sandals you keep by the door. You silently - and anxiously - step out into the hallway and shut the door behind you, never taking your eyes off of Sam.

“After you.” he gestures with a smile. You walk.

…

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes have a lot of unspoken conversations. Although the rocky start they got off too all those years ago, they’ve grown incredibly close and trust each other like no one else.

So when Bucky calls him late at night, sounding confused, nervous, and unsure, Sam notices. Especially when Bucky then suddenly forgets why he called and what he needed to talk to him about.

Sam’s first thought was that he was drugged. Bucky was given something that clouded his mind. But when Sam saw him the next day, he seemed perfectly fine. So, he proceeded to his second thought.

Bucky was keeping a secret from him.

When Sam was passed the shield, there was one thing each of them asked of each other. Bucky asked to not be a part of the Avengers full time. Sam asked for no secrets and no lying (which he later asked the same from Sharon).

And since then, Bucky has been solely tasked with training new recruits for their seven week training which occurs twice a year, as well as to help on especially difficult cases called to them by the government. And in return, Bucky has not told a single lie to him or kept a single secret. Until now.

So Sam begins to get unimaginably curious. Bucky hasn’t picked up any new hobbies, and after a quick and encrypted check up, none of his extended family have passed away or had anything big happen to them, either. The last thing that Sam can think of to have caused such an odd change in Bucky is a girlfriend. But, if it is a girlfriend, why wouldn’t he tell Sam? Unless, it was someone he knew Sam wouldn’t like.

And that’s when he knew he had to figure out who it was.

So he waited. Until the perfect clue presented itself.

“No, I can’t tonight, man.”

“Why not? I know it’s Friday night, but, what, you got a hot date, or something?”

“Something like that - look, I just have plans I can’t cancel tonight. How about next Friday we go out?”

That was all Sam needed. The plans he couldn’t cancel. So, he waited until later that night and went over to Bucky’s apartment. He’d figure a harmless cock-blocking will teach him not to keep secrets from him anymore.

Until when he put his car into park and gathered his belongings to put them in his pockets, he noticed someone exiting the front of the apartment building; specifically a head of fiery red hair.

Imagine his surprise when he recognizes the face as you.

It doesn’t take long for Sam to figure out where you were. Everyone had already assumed you to be dead, or at least be far away from the country. But now that he knew you were still in New York, a few hours digging into your past and your file led him to a few key locations. From being so separated from society for so long, chances were that you’d find a place you were familiar with, if not the same place, the same area.

Kathleen Grover’s apartment is the first place he checks, but it’s since been turned into higher end condos, a place you probably wouldn’t be able to get away with staying at considering that you probably don’t have an ID or any money. So he checks for the absolute cheapest and low-lying apartments in the neighborhood. Which gives him two results. He just so happened to be lucky on the first one he chose to look into.

Which leads to now, the two of you riding in complete silence, on the way to the Tower, unbeknownst to you.

The only thing that’s going through your mind is Bucky. You hate the idea that he sold you out, because not only would it hurt your feelings, but it would mean those annoying voices in your head would’ve been right.

Yeah, time to put your big girl pants back on. What, you thought you’d live a normal life at some point? Buy a big house? Go out to fancy, populated restaurants? Maybe DisneyWorld? Get a grip! You were always a mistake and a failure. And you’re going right back where you belong, in that box! And Bucky will be right there in that observation room when they stick the needle in your arm and end you for good.

You swallow down the bile that comes up at the thought of going back to prison.

It was fun while it lasted. Decorating the apartment. The tattoos. The new recipes. The movie nights with Bucky. The sleepovers with Bucky. The list with Bucky. The long road trips with Bucky. The music playlists with Bucky. Bucky.

You’ll miss Bucky the most in prison. You’ll think about him everyday. You won’t be able to write him and he won’t be able to write you, not that he’d want to given the fact that he ratted you out, but there was no paper or writing utensils allowed, especially for you.

You’ll dream about his singing when he’d clean, his hugs after waking up, still warm from the sheets, and the unbelievable comfort his eyes provided.

...

“Hey, Sam, how are you?” Bucky absentmindedly answers as he finishes up watering the plants in his living room.

“Hey, man. You busy? Mind meeting me at the tower?” Bucky can hear his car in the background.

“Uh, yea, sure I can. New case?” He asks, setting down his watering kettle and walking towards his room to put on a fresh pair of socks and sneakers. If it’s a new case, there’s no point in getting all done up to listen to Sam debrief him.

“Something like that. Just get here, yea?”

That’s odd.

Normally when Sam calls Bucky about a case, he gives him at least some of the details. That was a part of their plan, their deal. Bucky only joins on missions on special occasions and with specific circumstances. So why wouldn’t Sam give the tiniest hint of what’s going on?

Unless it’s something Bucky’s involved in.

Is Zemo dead? Has he escaped? Some other big Hydra villain that’s come to light?

Bucky’s mouth goes dry like cotton at the thought of something involving you. Did someone recognize you and turn you in? Did Sam find you? No, no, he couldn’t have. The both of you had been so unbelievably careful, there was no way anyone found you.

Bucky lets out a shaky sigh before grabbing his keys and his wallet and heading out.

…

That phone call hurt. Hearing Bucky’s voice, for what will probably be the last time in a long, long time. Even if he betrayed you, even if he turned you in, even if he used you, backstabbed you, whatever. That fifteen second phone call caused an excruciating pain in your heart and it was so hard to hold back tears.

You didn’t want to cry. Captain America and Bucky Barnes had humiliated you enough for you to be crying on the way to the Avengers Tower. They don’t deserve your tears, and you don’t even deserve to be shedding them. This is exactly what you had coming to you.

Although the car ride felt like it lasted hours, the two of you arrived at the Avengers tower sooner than you would have liked.

Sam drove the car up though a back entrance, the back of the building opening up like recognizing Sam’s car. The ride in the elevator was quiet as Sam flashes a crystal-looking card and presses one of the thirty-seven buttons of the building.

He hadn’t put you in handcuffs and it seems he’s chosen a rather secretive way of transporting you here. Granted, you know you wouldn’t win a fight against Sam Wilson, even if you had Marine and HYDRA training under your belt, but, who knows what if you had a knife? Or were secretly an incredibly skilled fighter? What if your powers allowed you to, like, melt people’s brains and he had no idea? That’d probably be your best bet anyway, considering you're in custody at the Avengers Tower in sandals and no bra under your shirt.

The two of you exit out into an empty hallway, quiet, too, you notice. As the two of you approach the end of the hallway, swaying towards the door on the left wall, an interrogation room you deduct from peeking into the small window, a voice stops you.

“Hey, Sam? F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me you’d be here, what’s-”

His voice catches in his throat seeing you and Sam turn around to face him. He feels his eyes widen, his skin pale, his hands become clammy. This can’t be happening. This can not be happening. He walks closer and his steps slow as he’s standing in front of you. He’s literally speechless and as much as he wants to talk, to scream, to question what’s going on, he doesn’t.

His mouth hangs open even though no words come out, and you spit in his face before he gets the chance. He flinches and Sam pushes you into the room before you can react any further.

Bucky wipes your saliva from his cheek and he wants to cry. He wants to choke. He wants to throw a fucking tantrum in the middle of the hallway because he has absolutely no idea what’s going on. He feels a panic attack coming on and uses all of this strength to push it down as Sam exits the room. Relax. Figure out what’s going on so you can fix it; so you can get her the fuck out of here.

“You are going to tell me everything. And I mean everything. Absolutely no one knows that she’s here, or that she’s even alive. Sharon will remain unaware until you give me an explanation.” Sam tells him, his Captain voice taking over, and Bucky silently nods because he’s scared.

This is all so fucked up. And he hopes the truth he’s about to tell Sam will help you more than hurt you.

…

It’s funny how being in a familiar place affects your mind and body, regardless of how long it’s been. In the time that you’ve been in this interrogation room, your nerves have been completely on edge in a way that they haven’t been since being in prison, the voices have returned in your head, chatty as ever, and you haven’t been so angry since you killed that guard all those years ago in that first prison.

You pick and pull at your cuticles until they bleed and chew at the inside of your cheek until you taste metal.

Think they’ll let you decorate your cell this time? Or do you think they’ll just strap you straight into the medical chair and tie your arm up? No need to waste food, water, and a cot on you. Maybe they’ll bring back the electric chair or the firing squad just for this special occasion! Maybe they’ll have Bucky pull the lever-

“Shut up.” You mumble audibly, already feeling a headache coming on.

Spitting at Bucky felt good and bad at the same time. Good, because he deserves it, and more, after doing this to you; giving you the best and freest two and a half years of your life before snatching it all away from you in a second. Did he do it for fun? Did he like the game, the teasing of befriending you, taking care of you, all because he knew he’d do this and have the last laugh in the end?

It felt bad because as much as this sucks, you can’t find it in you hate Bucky. He’s become your best friend, your only friend, someone you actually trust in this new life you’ve been living. You want to forgive him, hug him, tell him it’s okay, that you’re not mad, that you could never be mad at him. Because you couldn’t. And that might actually be the worst part to all of this.

A click interrupts your thoughts and you stare at the Captain as he pulls out the seat across from you and sits down at the small table. How you wish there was a clock in here; how long had you been waiting for him here?

“What are you feelin’ right now?”

“Sorta like how your little wingman Riley felt when he fell out of the fucking sky.” You snap.

Sam doesn’t react. He remembers the way you’d act during the investigation years ago when they would question you in prison; he’d see the way you snap at them, at the guards, at the other inmates, how you’d really dig deep into people feelings and thoughts to say the worst thing to them in order to bring up bad memories. So, he was kind of already expecting that.

You’re upset, that he can tell from your attitude, your chipped and chewed fingernails, and you slouched sitting position, arms crossed across your chest as you lean against the back of the chair. He doesn’t blame you though, he’d probably be pretty upset, too.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., stop all audio and video recording from this room from today and erase it completely from every system, please.”

“Clearance level 1 or 2 necessary for that, Captain.”

“Clearance level 2; Wilson, Samuel T.”

“Thank you, Captain. All recordings have been erased and stopped.”

Huh?

“I have a proposition for you.” Sam begins. Your confusion clouds your mind and you don’t process his statement fast enough to respond before he continues.

“I will announce to the press that your body has been found along the coast of the Pacific after following a lead on your whereabouts, I will clarify that you have been found dead and that you drowned, closing the case looking for you. I will provide you with a new identity; that includes a false birth certificate, passport, and other forms of identification with a new name, new birth date, new everything.”

“Is this a fucking joke?” He ignores you.

“There will be a few rules you will have to follow in return. You will have to stay completely hidden out of the populated public for one full year after this announcement is made. You will have to change your appearance; cut your hair, dye it, whatever. You will stay here at the tower where you will be monitored.”

He pauses, like he knows this will be the part you hate most.

“And you will be required to use your abilities to help on future cases the Avengers are tasked with; the same way you did when we came to you with those two cases in the past.”

You’re silent for a moment, “And if I say no?” Your voice is small. You really don’t want to do this. You want to go back to your apartment, you want your clothes, your plants, your blankets, your mugs.

“Then you will be arrested and sent back to prison, in the same exact place on death row you were before.” Your eyes shut, the headache hitting fully.

“Why.” You demand.

“I talked to Bucky,” A roll of your eyes. “He didn’t rat you out, if that’s what you're thinking. I found you all by myself. And I made Bucky tell me absolutely everything. And from there I’m making the decision myself to offer this to you. It’s not my first time helping a globally wanted criminal. Or my second. Or my third. And it honestly probably won’t be my last at this point.”

Do you believe him? Does it even matter if he’s telling the truth or not? You clearly don’t have a choice here.

He knows this. And depending on how deep he spoke with Bucky, he knows you won’t go back to prison.

“I’ll show you to your quarters. You’ll have your own bathroom and kitchen. Tomorrow morning you will be briefed with your new identity by myself, Bucky, Agent Carter, and Director Fury. F.R.I.D.A.Y will help you with that in the morning.”

The walk was just as miserable as it was when you arrived. You wonder where Bucky is. Does he have a room here? Is he back home in his apartment? Is he coming back? Is he thinking about you? Is he mad that you spit on him?

I mean, probably a little bit. I would be at least.

You take a moment to look around your new room; your new living quarters for pretty much forever. There’s so much stuff; a large bed covered with folded blankets and soft pillows, a folded pair of clothes, a rug beneath your feet that sits under a desk and a large bookshelf, filled with books of differing genres and notebooks, the desk is bare except for a small lamp and a cup of pens and pencil. The kitchenette is to your left and seems to be pretty modern, you can’t imagine it’s missing anything you’d need. The closed door against the wall you assume is your promised bathroom, but you don’t feel like settling in.

It’s strange, living almost all your life with nothing; as a child being poor with your family, having less than that in the Marines, and having nothing in Hydra. When you had your apartment, you had nothing, you cleaned the apartment building to make money to pay your cheap rent, you’d steal your clothes, food, and decorations, everything that Bucky didn’t buy you, anyway.

And now, you’re standing in a room that has everything you’d need, no need to pay rent, supplies and resources at your request; all that’s needed in return is the use of your powers.

But you hate it. All of it.

The colors are dull. The decor is boring. There’s no light. Nothing happy. No colorful blankets, no wacky mugs, no cute earrings, no mismatched socks and labeled underwear with the days of the week. No Bucky.

No Bucky.

#Bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes.x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #Bucky Barnes series

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jihyosforehead · 5 years

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can we pls have dubchaetzu fluff please

i like how super polite u were and said please twice omg absolute cutie uwuuu (also im so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for 72 years)

…

“hey dude, did you need to grab any food?”

chaeyoung looks up from her laptop to peer at nayeon.

“what?” chaeyoung asks, sheepishly.

“i asked if you needed to buy any food. you know, from the line?” she says patiently. she throws a hand behind her, and chaeyoung’s eyes follow the movement; jeongyeon and momo are waving so frantically at them that they’ve begun to cause a scene.

“nah, i brought something from home. it’s leftovers day,” chaeyoung tells her with a bright grin, happiness coating her voice. nayeon is completely unable to help herself from patting chaeyoung’s head affectionately. she leaves with a final head pat, storming over to grab momo from backing into a group of bystanders.

chaeyoung pulls out her lunchbox from her bag and a small blue post-it note flutters down to rest on the table in the most dramatic way possible. black ink lettering the paper in careful, delicate strokes.

chaeyoungie,

i think you’re eggcellent :)

there’s a drawing of three eggs in a sizzling frying pan with smiley faces.

a goofy grin creeps across her face and doesn’t leave even when she’s home in bed, staring at the ceiling.

…

dahyun sighs heavily. she was so run down from assignments and homework. there was a six page essay about like? space or something? a group assignment about pollution. and her personal favourite: studying for the end of unit chemistry test. but for now. dahyun is going to eat some lunch.

sana and mina are sitting across from her chatting. or flirting. who knows with these two sometimes. dahyun is eating in peace. dahyun is chewing. dahyun is enjoying her chicken. dahyun is not thinking about homework -

“what’s that, dahyunnie?” sana asks suddenly, ending her train of thought. dahyun looks up at her mid-chew, making a confused noise.

sana snatches a blue post-it note at dahyun’s elbow and her eyes scan over it quickly and then holds it to her chest and sighs theatrically. mina shaking her head exasperatedly before handing the note over.

dahyunnie,

all you knead is love.

under it, is a drawing of a bag of flour kneading a ball of dough.

dahyun somehow powers through her study guide and gets started on the essay.

…

saturday morning finds chaeyoung two hours into an eight hour shift at the local music shop. it’s been a really hectic day, an almost unending stream of customers keeping her occupied since opening.

“excuse me do you have this poster in stock?” “well, can you check in the back?” “why don’t you carry one direction vinyls?” “by the way, someone knocked down the display stand with all the christmas CDs. yeah i didn’t see.”

she barely had a second to breathe. and plus her co-worker had called in late so now chaeyoung was behind on inventory.

but.

it’s leftovers day again and chaeyoung is looking forward to her ham and cheese sandwich. but mostly she’s interested in the strawberry tart she’s going to eat for dessert. there’s another blue post-it note, this time it’s stuck to her apple.

chaeyoung grins widely at the familiar careful, black lettering.

chaengie!

i’m soy into you. :D

there’s a carefully drawn piece of sushi and a bottle of soy sauce directly under it.

chaeyoung feels her day immediately brighten, warmth tightening across her heart. a shitty customer isn’t a match for a truly solid pun.

…

there isn’t really a word to describe how much dahyun detested group assignments. her team members had all conveniently forgotten to email their drafts by the agreed on date.

“dahyun i’m sorry, i just haven’t had time” “i totally forgot about that my bad” “i had practice all week!”

and now. they were running behind. (not really).

but they were running behind according to dahyun’s very well put together, well-crafted, truly excellent planning board! (they were two days behind). she’d have to completely overhaul it and adjust everything.

(the assignment wasn’t due for another two weeks).

dahyun slumped in her uncomfortable plastic chair, pretending not to look put off by how animatedly her group members discussing something completely irrelevant over their uneaten lunch. she pulls out her juice-box with a huff, stabbing the straw in aggressively. she yanks out her cutlery and a blue post-it note floats out gently behind it. dahyun snatches it out of the air, brows furrowed.

dubu!!

i lava you!

there’s a picture of a volcano with red lava spilling from the top to form a heart. dahyun feels her frustration leave, warm affection in its place. okay so maybe, she could probably loosen up her deadlines. maybe.

dahyun’s definitely seen this pun. it has chaeyoung written all over it.

…

chaeyoung’s perched at the edge of her seat, munching absentmindedly on carrot stick, occasionally dipping it into an unidentifiable sauce. it tasted vaguely like mayonnaise and pickles but it was kind of good so she’s not really going to question what’s in it. instead she’s typing rapidly at her laptop, sighing every few minutes.

she was so so so behind on the written section of her portfolio. she’s not really sure why she left it last minute knowing full well she had a whole twenty pages of her own work to analyse. she chews more aggressively at her carrot sticks.

jihyo pokes at her shoulder. hard.

“you have to relax.”

“i can’t!” chaeyoung tells her, obscurely aware that she sounded very panicked, “i have so many words to shit out! and so few minutes to shit them out in!!”

jihyo gives her a deeply unamused smile. chaeyoung can’t find in her to care that she’s cursed in front of her mother.

“you’ll be fine,” jihyo says, firmly. “when’s it due anyway?”

“in two days!”

“you’ll be fine.” jihyo says, sounding completely unconvincing. chaeyoung leans back in her chair and stares at the ceiling. “here, eat something.”

she’s digging in chaeyoung’s bag and then holds out a banana and a neatly packaged container of salad. there’s a blue post-it note stuck to the lid.

chaeng

i’m always thinking a bao you :P

there’s a picture of three baos, lined up in a row, with tiny pink hearts between each one. jihyo’s lips are twitching into a smile at chaeyoung’s enamoured expression. chaeyoung thinks dahyun’s really outdone herself this time.

(chaeyoung hands in her portfolio in on time and also gets a 97%).

…

dahyun’s aware of the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. she’s in the bathroom, back against the door, breathing heavily. like she’s escaped a murderer or something. She catches her reflection in the mirror and her hair is sticking up in sixteen different directions, she’s got a weird green stain on her collar and she’s holding a bar of chocolate protectively against her chest.

she’s locked herself in a room away from screaming children. okay. so the children were her cousins. but. they were screaming and she needed a break. there were only so many times she could watch the elmo’s world theme song on repeat. it’s ingrained so deeply in her brain that if aliens kidnapped her and wiped her memory completely, she’s sure that the elmo song would still be embedded in there somewhere. like a sesame street sleeper agent.

and also she wanted to eat her chocolate in secret. if she’d learnt anything, is that kids take the sharing lesson very seriously. especially when it comes to chocolate. especially when it comes to dahyun not sharing her chocolate. there’s a blue post-it note stuck to the back of the packaging.

dubuuu !

you always make me hap-pea :o

there’s a drawing of three peas in a pod and an almost ridiculous amount of emoji faces surrounding the picture. dahyun feels her heart swell at least three sizes. the kids are somehow easier to face.

…

tzuyu watches chaeyoung stick another blue post-it note into her journal, gluing it down to the page carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. she tries not to notice the intensely deep affection warm her entire body when she notices that the entire page are those post-it puns she’s been giving secretly. chaeyoung’s filling in the blank spaces, seemingly at random with pops of purple and green and little drawings of cookies and yoda.

dahyun is tilting her head to one side, blonde hair falling down her back with her movements; kind of like a puppy, tzuyu thinks, her nose scrunching up at how adorable the sight is. and she tries not to notice the affection grow when dahyun holds both hands up, her index fingers and thumbs forming an L-shape, lips jutted out dramatically, one eye closed, she’s crouching on the floor.

dahyun’s spent the whole afternoon rearranging her blue post-it note collection, and blue-tacking her favourites to her wall.

tzuyu’s aware that dahyun thinks chaeyoung’s been giving her the post-its. and vice versa.

(but she’s completely unaware that dahyun and chaeyoung have known it was her from the second a dopey, proud smile crossed her face when they first showed her their post-it notes.)

they think tzuyu’s proud, dopey smile is their new favourite thing.

right up there with tzuyu’s heart.

#dubchaeng #chaetzu #dubchaetzu #twice #twice hcs #twice headcannons #twice scenarios #twice imagines #ask #anon #do u know how many puns i sorted through #do u know 1!!!#like at least 26 #i feel like got a cavity reading them all lmaoo ╰（‵□′）╯#anyways whats gooooood

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kim-seungmine · 5 years

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a thousand chapters

title: a thousand chapters

characters: bang chan of stray kids

genres: romance (it’s cheesy sometimes so beware), angst, best friends to lovers au, idol au, idol!chan, so i attempted to write song lyrics (spoiler: maybe i suck)

warnings: language

word count: 7138 words

synopsis: bang chan writes only 3 love songs throughout his life, and all of them are for you.

a/n: this is a little bit non-linear so please pay attention whether it’s present or past! i used different types of dividers, i hope you guys understand. i have so much feelz for chan and im not sorry

Call it an exaggeration, but sitting on your couch while watching TV and munching snacks before 9PM was truly a miracle. Nothing could ever make you leave work at 5PM, but today was an exception. You made an exception. An annual prestigious music awards was held today, and while you never really paid attention to awards, you made sure you told your manager that you had to leave as soon as the sun went down.

Now the winner of the most anticipated award, Daesang, was about to be announced. Interestingly, the two groups that had the biggest potential to win—Stray Kids and ITZY—both belonged to JYP Entertainment.

“I’m sure everyone has been waiting for this category,” the male MC trailed off, causing you to bite your bottom lip in impatience. Just as the female MC opened the envelope, your door bell rang. You clicked your tongue, making time to raise the TV volume first before running to your door. A delivery man was standing there, holding a small clear case. A CD? Without at least a bubble wrap to protect it?

“Are you Y/N?” the man asked, and you nodded absent-mindedly as you took it and closed the door without saying thank you. It was rude, but you could care less since both MCs were now smiling at the camera to tease the audience.

You quickly went back to your favorite spot—on the right side of the couch—and flipped the case. A clumsily-written tracklist was taped on it, and you frowned when you noticed a short note at the bottom.

“Chan hyung will kill me for doing this but you need to know. It’s been long overdue. -Seo Changbin”

A little panicked, you opened the case to see if there was anything else, but that was it. You read the tracklist, and the title of the first song sounded painfully familiar.

“Congratulations to… Stray Kids!”

You looked up, a relieved smile plastered on your lips. The whole audience cheered and clapped as the said nine guys stood up from their seats, dumbstruck look on their faces. They walked up the stage, took the trophy, spent the first 3 minutes sobbing and hugging each other before actually delivering their speech.

Leader Bang Chan grabbed the mic, causing you to shift closer to the television. “I was just a boy who loved music. I still do, and words can’t explain how thankful I am for all of you,” he said, half-sobbing. “Winning a Daesang has always been our dream, and now that it came true, we promise we’ll become even better.”

He went on thanking a bunch of people, from his family and friends in Sydney to fellow celebrities. And then he paused, staring at the camera for a while before blinking his tears away. “And to everyone who’s supported us and made us stronger, I love you. I hope your heart is where I’ll always stay.”

You glanced down, trying to fight back your own tears.

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(I Hope) Your Heart Is Where I Stay

“You really should go to sleep at normal hour, Chris,” you protested, sighing at the sight of Chan copying your Math homework in the speed of light. “And please do your homework before you start training.”

Chan dropped his pen as he wrote down the last number, pouting at you. “We finish school at 3. I go to the company right away. I have lessons until 10. I have dinner at 11. Then I practice until 5 in the morning. I shower, get ready, then meet you at the bus stop at 6. Tell me where I should squish in ‘working on homeworks.’ “

“Why do you go to school, then? You don’t even bother to make time to do school stuffs,” you fired back, not wanting to admit that Chan did have a packed schedule. Your best friend said nothing, only sliding your notebook back to you.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

You poked at his dimples when he didn’t respond, scooting closer to examine his face. “You’re such a baby, Bang Chan,” you commented before walking back to your seat. Chan shifted his gaze to you before breaking into a satisfied smirk. “I am, yet you’re still here.”

You had to stop yourself from blushing, but he was right.

“Catch a movie with me?” Chan is standing in front of you, slinging his backpack over one shoulder while you were zipping yours. “Don’t you have to be at the company soon?” you questioned, eyeing him from head to toe. After your “fight” this morning, Chan was even more smiley and energetic than usual. And more touchy. He was touchy to begin with, but never this much. Whether you hated it or not, you actually weren’t sure.

“I can call in sick,” he sing-sang, waving at several of your classmates. “You live in the dorm, for Christ sake,” you pointed out, but he only raised his eyebrows at you. “I have my ways, don’t worry. Jisung will cover for me.”

You met Jisung once. And Changbin. The three of them trained together and planned to release mixtapes under the name of 3RACHA, like the sauce. You kept laughing at Chan after you first heard the name, but after listening to their songs you decided that it was a suitable name for them.

Chan took your hand in his and led you out, not bothering to wait for your answer. He didn’t let go even after you got to the bus stop; he smiled at you instead as he caressed your fingers with his thumb. You didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away, but you knew you were secretly enjoying this. To be honest, nothing stressed you out more than your “friendship” with Chan thesedays. All you needed was one chance to ask if he was doing this on purpose or you were the one reading it wrong.

But, should you even try? Chan had been training for years—this year would be his seventh year—and the company loved him. They would definitely debut him and soon he would forget you. He would find you holding him back, and you didn’t want that.

You wanted to be Chan’s sweetest high school memory. Just a memory was enough, as long as he would smile when he thought of you.

The bus had arrived, and you let Chan pulled you inside. He tapped his metro card twice before you could stop him, chuckling as you let out a surprised “Yah!”

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked the second you sat down.

“Chan, we haven’t even chosen the movie we’re gonna watch yet.”

“I know. I’m just excited.”

You wanted to ask why, but then Chan was laughing and it was one of the most contagious things in the whole world. His hold on your hand grew tighter, to the point that it was impossible to move your hand, but you felt content. Whenever Chan was around, you always felt content and loved (you would never tell him this part, but that was the fact.)

You wondered if he ever felt the same.

“Are you still crying?”

Chan wiped your tears with his hand as you pouted at the blank screen. Both of you chose to watch La La Land and while the movie was wonderful, it was also realistically painful that you were unable to stop your tears.

“I feel so betrayed,” you croaked, letting Chan pull you up. “But you love movies with realistic endings. You love to suffer,” he said.

You did. You would rather weep than watch the main characters be “forced” into a happy ending. This time, though, you actually rooted for the main characters; you felt their longing for each other, you felt their love and respect for each other, and you felt their connected dreams although those ended up being the reason why they didn’t work out.

“You’re adorable,” Chan commented, the words rolled out of his mouth so naturally as if he said that everyday. You rolled your eyes at him, pretending that it didn’t make you feel giddy inside. He kept humming to City of Stars on the way home, casually linking your pinkies together.

“Christopher Bang Chan.”

“What?”

“You just missed your bus stop.”

“I’m walking you home.”

“Why?”

“Are you really asking that question?”

“You skipped practice today. What’s wrong?”

Chan stopped on his tracks, sighing as you released your pinky from his. “I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing,” he confessed. “You seem… distracted. And so distant from me. Did I do something wrong?”

Uh-oh. You definitely didn’t expect that.

“Nothing. It’s just—”

The two of you had been friends since Chan moved back to Seoul from Sydney a few years back. At first, it was purely because you spoke English well, but Chan never left your side even after he got used to living in Korea on his own.

Things were chill until recently, when you noticed that Chan started treating you differently. He would smile at every silly thing you said, held your hand in front of everybody, or called you at night only because he wanted you to keep him company.

“What are we, Chan? I can’t help but feeling confused because you’re being like… this.”

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, cupping your face so he could look into your eyes. “Like what?”

You eyed his hands that were on your cheeks before removing them. “Like this. I don’t want to misinterpret any signal, Chan,” you mumbled. “If there’s any signal at all.”

“My goodness,” he gasped, pulling you into a bear hug you always enjoyed. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You’re doing it now, Chris.”

He chuckled, squishing you into his chest. “I didn’t intend to send signals, but I guess I’ve been like this because I,” he takes a deep breath, “like you. Like, like you. As more than a friend.”

Chan tried to pull away to see your response, but you circled your arms around his torso instead, not wanting him to see your reddening cheeks. “You could’ve just said so, dummy. I thought you were just playing with me.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he answered, placing his chin on top of your head. “I really didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want you to feel awkward around me.”

“Too late for that. I don’t think I can ever look at you again now,” you groaned, your heart swelling with happiness when his laugh rumbled through his chest.

Chan gripped your arms, pulling away to grin at you and now you realized why you were being unusually sad over a movie’s ending.

Bang Chan was Mia, someone so endearing and inspiring and strong and talented and it was only a matter of time before the world knew what he was worth of. You, meanwhile, had a simple dream like Sebastian’s and just wanted to do your own thing, slowly realizing that you and Chan were living on a borrowed time.

But your best friend was looking at you like you were the only one who could make him happy and it was hard to resist. Chan could ask you to marry him right here, right now, and you would say yes. He might not be your first crush, but you were pretty sure that he was your first love. You wanted him—every inch of his heart—and he was offering exactly that to you.

“You’re not just gonna pretend that this never happens tomorrow, right?” you whispered as Chan cupped your face once again. He smiled when he felt that you were anticipating his next move, before brushing his lips against your temple. It was sweet and soft, but it ended too quickly and you wanted more.

You tried not to pout; the disappointment in your eyes was so obvious it made Chan chuckle. “You’re so whipped for me, how am I supposed to pretend that this never happens?” he teased, placing another kiss on your cheek.

“Wow I hate you.”

“Hate you more, babe.”

One of Chan’s trainee friends, Yang Jeongin, celebrated his birthday today. Jeongin had invited you over for dinner with the rest of the boys. You almost said no, but he sounded so convincing on the phone, saying that everyone was dying to meet you. Chan had also been begging you to finally come over and meet the other boys.

“I don’t know, Chan. I’m not even a trainee, and you’re not even supposed to be dating. How can I just show up?”

“Everybody dates, Y/N. Don’t be so naïve,” he replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you were nearing the building. You sighed, glancing at Chan who was now humming a song you never heard before. When your eyes landed on his lips, you were forced to remember the fact that Chan hadn’t kissed you yet. Well, he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your temple, your forehead, your jaw… pretty much everywhere but your lips.

You felt ashamed at yourself for even thinking about wanting to be kissed. It was beyond stupid, and you knew you couldn’t possibly measure Chan’s love for you with something as insignificant as a kiss, but you were starting to question his sincerity. Was he really serious with you? Or were you just someone he kept because he was lonely or something?

“We’re here!” your boyfriend exclaimed, entering the password quickly. He pushed the door open, and soon eight pairs of eyes fixated their gazes on you. “Hi.” You waved at them, trying not to frown at the burning smell that greeted you the moment you stepped inside.

However, Chan beat you to it. “What did you guys burn?” he panicked, patting your head before running to the kitchen. The boys then proceeded to attack with you with questions (and thankfully, compliments), which you tried your best to answer.

You recognized Jeongin standing at the back, yelling at his hyungs to “stop harassing Y/N they’re my guest!”

Kim Woojin, whom Chan always ate fried chicken with every week, gave you an apologetic smile as the birthday boy walked past him. “Jeongin really wants to meet you,” he noted as Jeongin shook your hand with absolute excitement. “Christopher Bang is all giggles everytime he talks about you. Of course I have to meet you!”

“Is that a compliment?” you asked, liking him already. Changbin laughed, gesturing at you to sit on the couch while Chan was screaming in the background (“WHY DID YOU GUYS EVEN BOTHER MAKING BOILED EGGS IF YOU’RE JUST GONNA LEAVE THEM LIKE THIS!”).

Chan returned to the living room with a pot of burned boiled eggs and a pan of seemingly undercooked spaghetti. “Ah, sorry!” Seungmin yelled as soon as he spotted the eggs. “I was the one boiling them but then Y/N arrived and I got distracted.”

“Don’t use my Y/N as an excuse!” the older boy warned, causing everyone—including you—to cringe. Jisung passed you a plate for the spaghetti, which you politely declined. “Hyung, have you told them about our debut plans?”

You widened your eyes at Chan who looked as if he got caught red handed. It was such an incredible news, you didn’t understand why he was trying to hide it from you. Before anyone could throw in some awkward jokes to lessen the tension, Felix and Minho brought a huge cake into the living room, singing the Happy Birthday song. The others followed suit, showering Jeongin with bear hugs (Changbin tried to kiss him) tickles.

You watched the adorable chaos upon you, trying to memorize every little detail because everything would change soon. Chan seemed to notice the look in your eyes as he sprinted to you and dragged you out of the living room. He stopped in front of his room, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Today is Jeongin’s birthday, but I also have something for you,” he whispered. He pushed you inside the room, trying to make you sit on his bed but you became too excited to listen to him.

“I think you need a new pop filter, Chan. I’m going to buy it for you,” you said, chuckling at his Dragon Ball figurines on the shelf. You noticed a jewelry box on his desk, a framed photo of you smiling at the camera was placed on top of it.

You opened it, and found all of the things you had given him inside. Most of them were things he needed at that time: a box of band aids, a phone strap, your Sharpie, and a pair of Snoopy earrings (which he had to wear for a week after losing a bet).

“Y/N, please sit down,” Chan whined, blushing when you poked his cheek. “You made a shrine for me, I don’t know whether I should feel honored or scared.”

“I also made a song for you.”

That got your attention, so you sat down on his bed, watching Chan browsing through his phone. He kneeled down, grabbing your hands as a soft instrumental started playing. “I wanted to tell you about our debut plan, but everything still seems too good to be real and I don’t want you to be disappointed if it… you know… doesn’t happen.”

You laced your fingers with his, bending down to kiss his nose. “I’ll always be proud of you, Chan. You’re talented and the company knows it, that’s a fact,” you assured him. You remembered the time when he told you that he was going to debut years ago. It never happened, and he had to watch his close friends debuted one by one. At this point—after 7 years of training, you knew Chan was scared to even voice out his excitement to himself.

“Another reason that I planned to wait before telling you is because… I don’t want you to break up with me.”

Chan lifted his hand to caress your cheekbone, a gesture that always made your heart flutter in a hundred different ways. “That’s absurd, Chan,” you told him.

“Even now I’ve canceled many of our dates because of lessons or late night recordings with Changbin and Jisung. You don’t get enough sleep because you’re always waiting for me to finish practicing. Sometimes we barely talk at school since I always fall asleep,” he recounted. “I’m not good for you, Y/N. And I’m afraid that you’ll eventually realize how lacking I am and how you deserve to be loved by a man who can love you properly.”

You shook your head, throwing your arms around his neck. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had, Bang Chan.”

“I think that’s because I’m the only boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“Please don’t ruin the mood.”

“Sorry.”

“My point is, we’re both trying our best and I never feel that you’re lacking. You’ve been nothing but perfect.” You pulled away, threading your hand through his curly locks. “Now where’s that song you wrote for me?”

Chan took a deep breath, reaching for his phone to replay the instrumental. “I wanted to take you somewhere nice and sing to you there. But here you are, being your beautiful, loving, witty self and I just can’t wait anymore.”

“I don’t know how to write love songs

Or if I can even call this a love song

All I know is I’m writing this for you

Pouring out feelings that feel surreal.”

You giggled, pulling Chan up so that he was lying on top of you. You heard someone knocking on the door, but neither of you moved from your position.

“But I wake up everyday and you’re still here

Walking down this dark tunnel with me

Showering me with warmth and joy like no one else

And I wonder if you feel the same

So I hope

Your heart is where I’ll always stay.”

He stopped although the music was still playing, and you didn’t know if it was because he forgot his lyrics or because that was all he could manage to say. Chan pecked your forehead softly, keeping his hand on your cheek as he pulled away.

“God I love you so much,” he whispered, his lips quivering as you let his words sink in. “Can I kiss you?”

Chan’s lips touched yours and all you could see and feel was Bang Chan and his love for you. He parted your lips with his tongue, sighing in contentment when you tugged at his hair. You pulled him closer although he was practically lying on you, trailing his hand along your spine. “Chan,” you gasped, almost forgetting what you wanted to say when he continued tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Channie,” you tried again, and this time he pulled away, chuckling at your disoriented state.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too. A lot.”

“And Chan?”

He hummed, giving you pecks all over your face as you struggled to stop giggling. “Why did you only kiss me now?”

You expected Chan to smirk at you and tease you to no end, but he only stared at you before dropping another smooch on your lips. “I didn’t want you to think that I only wanted you that way. You’re so gorgeous and precious and you chose me, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Chan hyung!” Changbin banged on the door, causing Chan to grumble. “Is my phone inside?”

“Fuck off, Changbin!” Chan yelled.

“I will! But please don’t do anything weird in there! Y/N you’re still alive, right?”

“Safe and sound, Changbin!”

“Seo Changbin, I swear to God—”

You didn’t let Chan finish as you crashed your lips on his once again, and for now you didn’t want to think about how you were running out of time, how Chan would eventually slip away from you despite saying all of those sweet words that were already engraved in your heart.

He wanted to stay in your heart, so you let him.

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If there was any other day you hated more than Monday, it would be Thursday. On Thursdays, it started to feel like the weekend, but then it wasn’t even Friday yet and everything just felt a bit more mundane and tiring. And empty.

At least on Friday you could meet up with your friends after work or drink with your co-workers. And then you could spend (at least) half of Saturday lazing around in bed before getting up to clean up your place and then binge-watch shows you missed until Sunday night.

But tonight was different.

You were lying in bed, looking at unread messages from an unknown number that you assumed to be Changbin’s. The boys had changed their phone numbers several times after debut due to some obsessive fans spamming them, but somehow all of them managed to keep yours. You always received birthday wishes from them, except for Chan who opted to send a box of dark chocolate (72% chocolate, your favorite) to your place every year. He never left any cards, and you could only guess who told him your address (if it wasn’t your brother, then you would be afraid), but you knew it was him.

Besides the annual birthday gift, you never had any contact with your ex-boyfriend for the past four years. You saw him a lot, of course. Stray Kids had their breakthrough year 1.5 years after their debut, and Chan became one of the most popular singer-songwriters in the country.

The songs in the CD, however, sounded like nothing he would ever write. You decided to take it slow, listening to one song each night.

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The Candle I Blow Out

It was already past midnight when you opened the door for Chan, who looked like he ran the whole way to your house (he did). “You don’t have to do this,” you sighed, wiping his sweat with your hand. “We just finished filming. I’m sorry.”

“How’s Felix?” you asked, closing the door before leaning on it. It had been awhile since you last saw him and the boys; the company created a survival show for them, and you could see how it took a toll on everyone, mainly Chan. It felt weird seeing your boyfriend on television, and it felt even weirder to see people talking about him, admiring him, even hating on him. But you told yourself to get used to it, to accept the fact that nobody ever belonged to just one person. In this case, though, you had to share Chan with the whole world. Which definitely wasn’t easy at all.

“He’s doing pretty well. I think they’re considering to take both him and Minho back,” he said, and you immediately wrapped him in your arms. “I’m tired,” he added, burying his face on the crook of your neck. “I know,” you replied. “But it will end soon, and greater things are just about to start.”

Chan let out a frustrated sigh, mumbling things you were unable to hear. “Hmm?” you hummed, pulling away to see him tearing up. “Don’t cry on me, Bang Chan. You’re the leader of 8 boys and you’re doing great.”

He chuckled. “You pretending to be so tough on me. That’s hot.”

Deep down, you knew you weren’t just pretending to be tough on him. You were pretending to be tough on yourself too, trying to convince yourself that you wouldn’t be a burden for him and he would stay.

The melody of District 9 was still playing in your head although the boys had said goodbye and disappeared into the backstage. You stared at the empty stage in awe, reading the words “Stray Kids Unveil (Op. 01: I Am Not)” almost in disbelief. The fans around you were still busy gushing over the members, and it made you happy.

“Bang Chan is really crazy.”

“I know right? How does he do what he does?”

Hours of recording, barely sleeping, whining to you over the phone, and being so in love with what he’s doing.

“I don’t know about you guys, but he’s super hot.”

“He is! And did you pay attention to his body? It’s crazy.”

You knew you were probably supposed to leave, but you stayed, listening to them talking (sometimes screaming) about your boyfriend in a way that made you feel proud and weird. However, when they started talking about Cheongdam high school, the school you and Chan went to, you took it as a sign to leave.

“Do you have friends from Cheongdam High? Like the ones from his batch? I want to know how he was at school…”

channie: how is it that i arrived at your house before you did?

y/n: are you aware of how many fans you have and how hard was it to even get out of the venue

channie: oops. didnt think of that babe

y/n: you couldve asked me to drop by at your dorm, its fine

channie: you know i can’t risk that right :(

channie: pls come home soon

channie: i cant take another hour of your brother laughing at my makeup

y/n: lol deal with it

Laughters and giggles were heard as soon as you stepped inside your living room. Your parents and brother were chatting with Chan, who was still wearing his stage outfit. Now that you were looking at him up close, you realized how magical he was. “Hi,” he grinned, immediately lacing his fingers with yours.

“You should’ve seen how he tried to act cool on stage,” you told your brother as you put down a bucket of fried chicken on the table. “I heard you skipped the party with the boys?”

“Yeah, I did,” he answered distractedly, typing on his phone before dialing a number.

“Ah hyung,” he said. “Y/N just arrived and we—okay then.”

He ended the call, giving you a sad smile before standing up. “They want me back ASAP, I’m sorry. My manager is already outside.”

“It’s okay Channie, you must be tired too. Thank you for visiting us,” your mother assured him.

“Here, share with the boys. I’m sure you still have space for chicken,” you said. Chan took the bucket from you, making his way to the door.

“You did amazing today. I’m proud of you,” you whispered, ruffling his head as he chuckled. You could see fatigue and guilt in his eyes and you started to feel bad. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” he muttered.

“You just debuted. You’ve finally achieved your dream. Why would I be mad? I’m happy for you. My boyfriend is going to be a famous artist soon.”

Chan eventually left with a relieved smile on his face, but you figured it wouldn’t last long.

“You asked Soo to do what?”

You were walking down the street with a beanie covering half of your eyes. Chan had finished recording for a reality show, and he asked to meet you at the small coffee shop you used to go to during high school days (you were the only one who ordered though).

“I asked him to give him the spare key so I could close the shop for him.”

“Did he really agree to do this or did you—”

“He didn’t mind, Y/N. Why are you making this complicated?”

“I’m not. I just don’t want us to make other people uncomfortable.”

“We’ve known Soo since high school. He’s happy to help.”

He was right about that, so you told him you were arriving soon. You and Chan had had countless dates at Soo’s, even before you started dating officially. You made a mental note to pay visit later and thank him for trusting both of you this much. Meeting Chan had been a real challenge since the start of Stray Kids’ recent comeback. Their fandom continued to grow, and now some people started to follow the boys around during their schedule. It was only two or three people, but everyone was aware of it, especially Chan who became extremely careful (or paranoid, according to Minho).

You noticed how Chan had shut down the curtains when you got there. You slowly opened the door, and Chan’s eyes lit up when he saw you.

“Hi gorgeous.”

You scoffed at his cheesiness, but circled your arms around his neck as he pulled you close. “Dates at Soo’s, huh? Some things never change indeed.”

Chan giggled, peppering small kisses on your face. “Missed you, babe,” he sighed, tightening his hold on your waist.

“Don’t you wanna sit down?” you joked.

He shook his head. “No. I want to hold you,” he whined, pressing a more intense kiss on your lips.

“Is there any reason why you’re being this clingy?”

“Aren’t I clingy in general?”

“Chan.”

He rubbed circles on your waist. “We’ll be going on tour soon.”

You squealed and booped his nose. “That’s great! If the company gives you guys a tour then it means you’re doing well, right?”

“I guess so. The boys are excited about this, and we’ll be going to Australia soon. But Y/N—”

He paused, causing you to cup his face in worry. “What is it?”

“We’ll release the next album soon, practice for awards and year-end shows, and then practice for the tour while preparing the next album. It’ll be even harder for us to meet,” he lamented.

You tried to keep the smile on your face, but you knew he noticed the slight fear in your eyes. No matter how much you had prepared yourself for this, you weren’t ready.

But the last thing Chan needed was you being a nuisance, so you told him that it didn’t matter and spent the rest of the night catching up.

“Can I take you home?”

“You asked Soo to give you his key so we could have a private space and now you want to take me home.”

“Can I at least take you to the bus stop?”

Chan was begging with his eyes, and you instantly melted. “Okay,” you said, opening the door. He followed you, locking the door carefully before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Have you bought birthday presents for the babies?”

“You meant Jisung, Felix, and Seungmin?”

“Yeah, they’re—”

Both of you stopped walking as you heard the sound of shutter. Chan looked around, gripping your shoulder so tightly you nearly brushed him away. But before you could say anything, he had let you go and walked slightly in front of you.

channie: i think you have to go by yourself this time

channie: I’ll make it up to you i promise

You watched him making a turn at the corner of the street, his black hoodie becoming one with the dark sky as he quickened his pace. You glanced at your phone, hot tears falling onto the screen. What Chan did was understandable, it was a reflex. But it hurt, and you remembered the time when you thought that you and Chan were living on a borrowed time.

y/n: its okay. be safe.

Maybe your time together was up.

When Chan appeared at your doorstep with barely opened eyes, you just let him in without any protest. He only became more and more busy, and no matter how cheerful he appeared on cameras, days like this happened often.

“Is your brother home?” he asked, putting down a few shopping bags on your couch. You recently got a job in the central city, and you moved into your brother’s apartment so you could commute more comfortably.

“Bought him some fruits. And chocolate for you.”

You smiled, pulling out a box of dark chocolate from one of the bags. “You love me so much.”

He didn’t reply, causing you to dart your eyes to him. “What happened?”

Chan sat you down on the couch, biting his lips as you patted his biceps. “I think we should break up.”

It would be a lie if you didn’t see that coming. After both of you were supposedly photographed together two months ago, Chan changed. He was still the cheerful (but tired) and sweet Chan, but his eyes said otherwise and although he thought he hid it well from you, he didn’t.

“Alright,” was all you said.

“Babe, please don’t be like this—”

“It’s fine, Chan. I understand,” you cut him off. “I don’t want to hold you back. I don’t want to cause you more stress. If being together doesn’t make us happy anymore then there’s no point in forcing this.”

What you wanted to tell him was that you knew he was scared of losing his fans if he ever got caught dating you, but you couldn’t trust yourself to say that out loud without crying.

You loved Bang Chan, and this was the best thing you could do for him.

“You’re not holding me back. It’s just-”

“I get it. You’re too busy and everything is too risky.”

Your phone beeped, showing a message from your brother who was coming home soon. You stood up and walked to your door, Chan trailing behind you. “You should go. My brother is coming soon and God knows how many hours he’ll make you stay,” you attempted to joke. He smiled, taking your hand in his before placing a kiss on the back of your hand. He stared at you, long and intense, like he wanted to say something.

“I’m sorry.”

That was all he said.

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“Is my toothbrush there?” your brother asked over the phone. You peeked into the bathroom, spotting a toothbrush that he used.

“Yeah it’s here. Why?”

“I’m staying over at Jiyeon’s place.”

“I don’t want to sound like Mom but just… don’t get her pregnant.”

“We’re getting married, dumbass.”

“But still.”

Silence.

“I called Chan,” he confessed. “I know I probably shouldn’t have done that though. Sorry.”

You faked a laugh. “Just because we broke up doesn’t mean you two can’t talk.”

“But still.”

“It’s been four years,” you said. “It’s old story. And he won Daesang, of course you wanted to congratulate him.”

“I didn’t congratulate him,” he corrected, voice unusually calm. “I cursed him out for dating that person from Sparkle. Who was it? Kim Jiho?”

You sighed, spinning the CD in your hand. “Come on, we moved on. Plus that was like… 2 years ago?”

“Maybe he did, but you didn’t. I don’t care how many people you dated after Chan, Y/N. We know the truth.”

“Let’s talk tomorrow, I’m tired,” you sternly said, hitting the end button before your brother attacked you more.

You decided to finally open Changbin’s message, which said how sorry he was for intruding your and Chan’s privacy and for you to “please please please” let him explain. You wondered what the rest 2 songs be about for Changbin to have second thoughts.

“Fuck it,” you muttered, sliding the CD into your laptop.

The song gave off a different vibe from the first one. The first song was light and sweet, and this one felt like all of things at once, but mostly regret.

“The sun shines bright

The stars twinkle

The world welcomes me

But what am I supposed to do?

I feel colder than ever

The warm candle I lit

Is now just a memory

I wonder if it’s my fault.”

You reached for your phone on the side table, asking Changbin for Chan’s number.

“Harsh wind? Hurricane?

My warmth, my light, my hope

Is gone

You’re gone

You’re the candle I blow out

And it’s all my fault.”

The song slowly came to an end, but then you heard a familiar sobbing sound. It took you a good minute to realize that it was Chan’s. He kept crying and crying until someone rushed into the recording room.

“Hyung!” you heard Changbin’s voice before the audio was cut short.

You pressed stop, and for the first time since your breakup, you cried. For Chan, for yourself, for all the time you spent trying to convince yourself that you would be okay without him.

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(Not an) Epilogue

“C-Chan?”

“Y/N?”

The moment he called your name, your defense crumbled. You started crying again, causing him to yell at the boys to shut up.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Yes,” you answered. “It hurts, Chan-ah.”

“Where are you? Are you home?”

You didn’t answer, but you could feel him nodding. “I’ll be there soon, okay? Have you called your brother?”

“Chan,” you sobbed. “Please.”

“I’m coming. Don’t hang up.”

So you didn’t. You heard him fumbling with his car keys before starting the engine. He didn’t ask anything throughout the journey, only occasionally telling you to wait for him. When he knocked on your door, you hesitated.

Would things really turn out the way you wanted it to be?

“What happened?” he asked as soon you opened your door. Chan ushered you inside, taking your face in his hands to press soft kisses on your eyes as if he never left. “Hey, why are you crying?”

You pointed at the CD case, which he took immediately. He read Changbin’s note before pulling you into his arms. He whispered strings of apology in your ear as you cried even harder. “I let you go, Chan. Why aren’t you happy?” you asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied. “I just didn’t want to ruin your life Y/N. I don’t want you to get hate, to have people talking shit about you. I thought it’d be better if you hated me instead of suffering because of me.”

You sighed, your tears started to subside. “I didn’t want you to lose everything you tried so hard to achieve because of me. I just want to be your sweetest memory, Chan. I—”

“I love you,” he said. “I thought I could forget you. People move on, right, so why can’t I?”

Chan rested his forehead on your shoulder, breathing you in as you put your arms around his waist. “But it’s been 4 years and at this point I can’t keep lying to you or myself.”

“If you still want me around, if you’re okay with what I’m doing, will you let me stay?” he asked, pulling away to see your reaction. You looked at him, and you saw the Bang Chan you knew. The one who loved to mess around with you but was also the one who would protect you. The one who wrote you songs he never revealed to anyone else. The one who broke your heart into pieces but willing to pierce the pieces back together.

“Why do you even bother asking?” you answered, saying every word slowly to tease him. “You never left, Chan. I guess you really stayed in my heart after all.”

He burst into a loud laugh, pressing his lips against yours. He took everything slow, like he wanted to remember how it felt when your lips molded together, how you pulled him closer when his tongue grazed your teeth, how the touch of his lips left wonderful burning sensation on your skin.

You pulled away when his phone rang, watching Chan glance at the caller before switching his phone off. “Okay. I have to be a responsible artist and a responsible, loving boyfriend. What should I do?”

You only wiggled your eyebrows at him, causing him to groan. He took a deep breath and gripped your shoulders. “If I go back to practice then return here at 3AM, will that count?” he suggested. “Oh no, I’ll be back at 6AM. You need sleep.”

“Now that’s responsible,” you agreed, pecking his lips. “And if you want to be a loving boyfriend as well, please bring me breakfast.”

Chan sighed in relief, eyes twinkling with excitement that you never wanted to trade with anything. “Does kaya toast sound good? Seungmin is into making toasts thesedays, I can steal some.”

“Also, have you listened to all the tracks yet?”

“I still have the last track to listen to.”

“Good. Don’t listen to that. I can make you thousands other songs but please, don’t listen to that one.”

Chan gave you one last look before reaching for the doorknob. “I’ll be back.”

And it was a promise he fulfilled.

“I only have one more chapter to write

I don’t want this story to be over

Holding your hand, listening to your silly jokes

Lulling you to sleep, waking up to you

I still want to do all of those.

Y/N we don’t have to end like Sebastian and Mia

Can I write one more chapter?

Can I write a thousand more?

Because Channie loves you so much”

This time you didn’t press stop. You repeated the song over and over again.

a/n: wow this turned out to be longer than i expected. if you get to this part, then thank you for reading! mayhaps the chan’s room series inspired this although there’s nothing about that in the story.

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requested:

anon: Hello!!! Can you do a junhui fwb w/ fluff at the end?:”)

→ pairing: junhui x reader

✱ genre/warnings: fwb!junhui, rough sex, bit of dirty talk, lotta fluff at the end with a hint of angst

✱ word count: 3,232

a/n: sorry for another long wait! but i hope you enjoy!

Since the moment you and Jun met, you both knew that what your friendship delivered, it wouldn't be close to just friends.

Since the day he went to a party and drunk texted you that he couldn't even focus on the girl that he was trying to hit it and quit it because he wished it was instead you, things would never just be a friendship. After a night of talking that slowly escalated into suggestive texting into straight out dirty talk and more than revealing pictures of the two of you, it changed the way you and Jun would see your so-called "friendship." But of course, neither of you minded so. You both didn't have anyone in your life besides each other, nor any plans for a relationship.

Thus how you two came up with "Y/N and Junhui's Guide to Benefits." In that guide, there were, rules, to keep your "friendship" steady and without any harm.

Rule number one, you cannot sleep with anyone else without knowledge of the other. Because, for your sake at least, you don't want to catch anything from Jun's horny ass trying to bang anyone he can get his hands on.

Rule number two, you cannot act on anything sexual in the bedroom without the other's approval. I.E that time Jun almost broke your ass because he wanted to try anal without telling you which left you sitting on a bag of frozen fries for two days. Yeah, he still sticks with saying that he "could've sworn" he texted you about it and how you said "sure whatever" in response.

Rule number three, you can see other people, but you must tell the other beforehand. Flashback to when a few months ago into your new set boundaries—minus the rules that weren't yet established—Jun had began talking to a girl. Which led to her being suspicious of you two being so close and brought to the conclusion of kicking Jun in the balls and telling him to have fun with his "girlfriend." Even though you were specifically anything but.

Rule number four, no public skin ship, save it for behind the doors. It's bad enough that some of your friends have raised eyebrows at your guys' "relationship," saying that one of you two are bound to fall for the other sooner or later. But you also don't want people to think that you are taken when you both deep down, secretly wish were true.

And lastly, rule number five, if you do begin to fall for the other, say cantaloupe. You weren't sure why Jun settled on cantaloupe but you didn't bother to question his weirdness. For nearly a solid year already, your guys' agreement had gone smooth sailing—for the most part. Aside from only a few arguments and breaks in talking, everything remained steady and fine.

Ding!

[10:17 pm] Junnie: hey babygirl.

It was a Friday night, spent binge watching the rest of your favorite show just like every other day. There were times when Jun had joined you and ended up falling asleep on each other. But you were sure that this wouldn't be one of those days. Jun only called you babygirl when he needed you—hell, he used pet names when he needed you period.

[10:19 pm] You: hii, what's up?

You really didn't need to guess what was up though, you liked to act coy and make him admit to what he really wants.

[10:20 pm] Junnie: mmm i bet u already know baby

[10:20 pm] You: do i??

[10:20 pm] You: are you sure?

[10:20 pm] Junnie: dont act like that baby

[10:21 pm] Junnie: or else.

[10:22 pm] You: but juuuuunnnnnn

[10:22 pm] You: im tiredddd :(((

[10:23 pm] Junnie: thats never been a problem before

[10:23 pm] Junnie: now open the door its cold out here

You rolled your eyes, not surprised that he was already there, basically waiting to ask you to let him in. Sighing, you dropped your phone onto the couch and paused your show—getting up to fulfill Jun's plead. Jun's ears perked up when he heard your footsteps get nearer, the sudden click of the door followed by your face instantly made standing in the cold all worth it.

"Get in here you dork," you said, opening the door and moving out of the way for the tall male to enter.

"Don't have to tell me twice," he replied as he hurried inside, pushing off his jacket and shoes.

You laughed to yourself and made your way back over to your spot on the couch. Unfortunately, you hadn't noticed that your hips had a bit more of a sway to it, making Jun silently and smirk slightly. He watched you like a predator as you sat on the couch. You only wore a sweater and shorts, not bothering to go back to your room to put on joggers to cover your cold legs. But, since you hadn't worn a bra—because why would you need an unbearable underwire sticking into your torso when you could be comfortable—Jun noticed that your nipples slightly protruded from the material. He swallowed and was, thoroughly reminded of the reason why he came here in the first place. When he had taken longer than usual to come over to you, you glanced over at Jun, seeing him standing there and watching you.

"What?" You asked, unknowingly. The conversation you two had merely minutes ago already slipped from your mind, until your eyes traveled a bit far than intended and you were also reminded of why Jun came over. "Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna do something about it? Hm?" You teased him, a smirk toying at the corners of your lips.

Jun chuckled, his voice dangerously low. "I'm not gonna do something about it," was all he responded with, not moving from his spot even an inch. You tilted your head the slightest, knowing he wouldn't not do anything about his hard-on. "You are." Your eyes widened, making Jun smirk and he beckoned you to come to him. Slowly but surely, you walked to where he stood.

You kept your head down until the sound of Jun's fingers snapping captured your attention. His eyes were dark, darker than usual, as he stared into you and his arm moved. His index finger pointed to the floor, asking you silently to get on the floor. You did as he inaudibly asked and got on your knees, looking up at him. "Good girl." He bent down and grabbed your chin, lifting you a bit so he could kiss you.

The kiss was soft but needy at the same time. His tongue didn't waste any time prying its way into your mouth, grazing over your own. You moaned and Jun groaned in response, his cock twitching in his jeans at your sounds. You moved your legs out from under you and Jun got closer. He lowered you to the floor as you two never stopped making out. As soon as your head was on the floor—safely—he broke the kiss and went for your neck. "Ah. Jun,"

He shushed you as he trailed his hot, open-mouthed kisses all around your neck. His cold hand shocked you as it grazed along your hips, going up your torso, underneath your sweater and grabbing onto your breast. "Missed you so much, princess." Jun's voice was muffled as he sucked fresh hickeys onto your collarbone, his hands groping you.

"I- ah!" As you were about to respond, you felt pressure on your clit, a broken moan slipping past your lips. "I know you missed me, baby. I can feel how wet you are already."

You shifted against his touch, "Please Jun, n-no teasing."

He chuckled, "Whatever you want, baby." You lifted your hips as Jun's fingers slipped past the band of your shorts, dragging them down your legs. You sat up and lifted your sweater off of your torso, the cold air hitting your nipples, making you shiver but also get even more wet at the feeling. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." His warm but still cold hands found their way back to your breasts, toying with your nipples.

Leaning into his touch you whined, "Junnie," you whispered.

"Yes baby?" He leaned down to kiss your neck, your hands finding purchase in his hair.

"Please," you breathed, "just fuck me."

Jun groaned, your words sending sensation right down to his cock. "With pleasure," he roughly tugged down your underwear and hastily got out of his jeans. His cock strained against his underwear, cursing you both for being so needy.

If you weren't so turned on, you would've spent the entire night sucking his dick. "Wait," you stopped him as he continued to strip. "Can we move to the couch?"

He laughed and helped you up off the floor. You ran to your requested area as he searched his jean pockets and joined you. "Better, baby?"

"Much."

He leaned down to give you a quick kiss and tore his underwear off. Jun pumped his cock a few times, making your heat clench around nothing. He opened a condom he brought with and rolled it onto his length. "Ready?" Jun asked, his hand settling beside your head on the couch, positioning himself.

You silently nodded and he pushed his cock into your pussy. With a whine, you scratched his back, his girth stretching you in the slightest, but most pleasurable, way. "Fuck, Y/N," he looked down at you, admiring the way you already looked completely wrecked and you two hadn't even started. "God you're so fucking perfect," Jun said as he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into you, knocking the breath out of your chest.

"J-Jun!" He fucked into you, making your tits bounce with every thrust.

"You feel so good, baby." Jun moaned rather loudly, he threw his head back and relished in the way your walls hugged him. Jun's cock slid in and out of you, hitting all the spots that made you whimper and cry out his name.

You desperately searched for his hand, your eyes squeezed shut from ecstasy. He got the hint and grabbed your hand, your fingers intertwining together. "A-ah, Jun, f-fuck." You squealed, and gripped his hand tightly.

"Hold on baby," he said suddenly. You opened your eyes as he slowed his pace down. Jun grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders and held your thighs. He pulled out all the way this time, your juices exiting your pussy and dripping down onto the couch. "You're dripping for me, Y/N.." he said dreamily as he observed the way your heat began to clench again.

"P-Please, please! Jun, put it back in. I'm begging you." Your nails scraped his thigh, trying to grab it. You felt empty and he hadn’t even been out of you for a minute. You needed him badly.

Jun slapped his cock against you, making you jolt from the action. "So so desperate for me, aren't you?"

You began to get more impatient, "Wen Junhui, if you don't fuck me right now I swear to god I'll-" before you could finish, he granted your wish and rammed into you to the hilt, making you scream out his name. He didn't give you anytime to adjust and only began to fuck you harder, hitting you at a new angle as he held your thighs. You moaned with every movement he made, making you feel pathetic.

"Y/N, I've been so hard for s-so long. I couldn't stop thinking about you and fucking your pussy. Oh my god, f-fucking shit." You felt amazing around him. To Jun, it felt as if he hadn't had sex with you in forever.

"Y-Yes, yes please Jun. Please, h-harder." You breathed, feeling your orgasm building slowly. You glanced down at Jun's cock, shifting in and out of you, the sounds of it making your face flush.

Jun abruptly leaned forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You moved your legs off of his shoulders and wrapped them behind him, wanting to feel him deeper in you. The soft, romantic kiss contrasted against his rough, harsh movements in you, making you get even more turned on. He kissed you gently, his lips like plush pillows against your own. You both breathed heavily through your noses, also cutting in between the kiss to catch your breaths. His tongue mangled with yours, fighting a war he knew he would win. The kiss, his cock moving at such an unbelievable pace made it too much for you, your orgasm building quicker and quicker with each second. "Jun, I'm gonna cum soon." You said against his lips and he whined.

"Me too, baby. Cum with me?" He didn't need a response, with the way you were looking—like a perfect ruined masterpiece—the sounds you made and the way you enveloped his length like you were made for him, he felt his own orgasm approaching as fast as yours. He sat up, never slowing down his movements as his thumb suddenly came into contact with your bundle of nerves.

You screamed, your clit pulsating with pleasure, developing a quick heartbeat. Your vision began to get fuzzy and your hearing getting muffled. The coil in your stomach was getting ready to go off, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. "J-Junnie, I-I'm gonna cum." You managed to tell him.

"Let it go, princess. Cum all over me." His words pushed you over the edge and with a hard clench around his cock, you came. Your walls clamped onto Jun and that was enough for him to cum as well. You both came with a loud moan of each other's names that you half expected to get calls of complaint from. Jun's cum spurted into the condom, his mouth forming a wide 'O,' and sighed contently. You both stayed in your positions, your heavy breathing the only thing audible in the humid room.

After a few short moments, Jun slowly pulled out of you, making you both hiss with sensitivity. He stood up and disappeared somewhere, discarding his soiled condom. He returned with a warm wash rag to clean you up and also all your clothes. "I wasn't too hard on you was I?" You giggled lightly, his hard side long gone with the condom he used.

You shook your head lightly as he wiped your juices off of you and tried his best to soak it up from the couch as well. You both were still naked but he stared into your eyes, making you feel weird. "What?" you questioned self consciously.

Jun didn't say anything, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked sad. "Fuck." He whispered under his breath, hoping you hadn't heard it.

But you did.

"What happened?" You sat up and got on your knees as he handed you your sweater.

He lifted himself off the couch and stepped into his underwear quickly. "Uhm, nothing!" Jun said, throwing his clothes on and beginning to get ready to leave.

"Wh-" you grabbed your own underwear and slipped them on, your eyes locked onto the figure briskly walking to the door. You decided screw the shorts and ran after him, grabbing his wrist. "Jun? What happened? Are you okay? Was.." you trailed off, nervous to ask your next question. "Was it not good?"

Jun faced away from you, eyes locked on the door. You let go of his wrist slowly, your heart hurting for a bit. He never just left after you two had sex, whether it was soft and romantic or rough and hard and lasted forever. Jun and you always stuck by each other, cuddling, eating and sometimes even falling asleep together afterwards. Why was he in such a rush to leave-?

Oh.

Looking down at the floor, you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. Hesitantly, you asked—afraid of the answer, "Are you, seeing someone?" Jun still didn't budge or say anything.

After a long silence of him arguing with himself, he drew in a deep breath. "Cantaloupe."

Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, recognizing the code word you two settled on, nearly a year ago. "I," you were speechless, you didn't know what to say. Your words were replaced with sand and it made your throat dry.

"I didn't mean to fall for you, Y/N. I didn't think I would but, how could I not?"

"Jun," you began to say before he cut you off.

"No. Let me, let me finish." You nodded in response, even though he still wasn’t facing you.

As if he read your mind, he slowly turned around. "I didn't think I would fall for you Y/N but, god how couldn't I? You're so beautiful and you've put up with me and my bullshit for so long. You even agreed to just being friends with benefits and although I've enjoyed that, very much. I feel like it's not enough for me." Jun felt as if he were going to cry. All the pent up emotions and feelings he's had brewing for you for the last few months were about to spill over. "I love you, Y/N. I-I really do. I look forward to waking up and seeing your texts, I look forward to coming over and seeing your pretty face, but it hurts my heart whenever I see you with anyone else."

A tear slipped its way from the brim of his eye and rolled down his cheek. "I remember when you started dating that Joshua guy and he just totally broke you in a way that I wouldn't wish on my sworn enemy. The way you cried in my arms, Y/N, stabbed my heart and didn't leave my mind for days. It killed me seeing you like that, so broken and hopeless."

You sniffled, your vision becoming a murmur of colors and Jun's figure in front of your main entrance. "Y/N," he shifted closer to you and grabbed your hands. "I am so crazy about you. And I love being your friend but, I want to be more. I've wanted to be more for so long I just, didn't know how to tell you. I want to be here with you and not at home, wondering if you'll change your mind one day and leave me. Or laying in my bed, worrying if you're debating whether or not to stay with me. I want to be yours, Y/N. And I want you to be mine. Please, I love you so much. Without the sex, you're still my best friend and my god, I'm certain that I'm in love with you." You swallowed dryly, your heart stinging in a good way. "What do you say, Y/N? Will you be my girlfriend?"

Smiling, you pulled his hands closer to you and wrapped your arms around his torso. Jun cooed inwardly, his own arms wrapping around your frame. "Yes Jun, of course I will." He smiled like an idiot, squeezing you ever so lightly.

“Thank god because if you said no, this would’ve been awkward for a long time.”

#seventeen smut #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #junhui smut #junhui scenario #junhui imagine #wen junhui #junhui #kinksvtwrites #requested

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under the cut are my historical muses!! please like this post if you’re interested in plotting with any of them ! please DO NOT like this post if you are only interested in ban as i will only be accepting plots with him on a selective bases as last time i introduced my historical muses he was the only one people where interested in and that was very saddening for me:/

king ban. younger half brother of sang and the current ruler. older brother of luda. married to queen sun. murdered his father and pinned it on his brother so he could take the thrown for himself. has three wives but outside of his wives MOST of his lovers are male. stabbed is brother a bunch of times and left him for dead in the woods. e v i l. he’s prince zuko without the redemption arc. no redemption arc for him! he’s an asshole. age thirty. fc: hong jong hyun

prince sang, also called king sang by his followers. the older half brother of ban and the rightful king. older half brother of luda. was engaged to sun before YA KNOW his brother tried to kill him and married her instead. was left for dead in the woods where geon found him and spent years nursing him back to help. started a rebellion to get his throne back and return the kingdom back to peaceful times. his main driving force is getting his brother off the throne because he’s e v i l (did i mention ban is evil yet??). age thirty. fc: im siwan

queen sun. wife of ban, former fiance of sang. older sister of rin. is basically pulling a sansa stark and playing everyone. has convinced her husband that she’s totally loyal to him. spoiler alert she’s not. she’s not sure if the rumors that sang is alive and leading the rebellion are true but she never lost faith in him or their love and so to help she’s basically trained a secret army of palace women into being warriors and assassins. and before you ask the reason she hasn’t killed ban yet is because there’s no heir to take his place yet OKAY she’s working on it! sassy. a feminist. queen. i love her. age: twenty-eight. fc: kang hanna

rin. younger brother of sun and a member of the palace guard. like his sister, rin is still fiercely loyal to king sang. honestly if it wasn’t for his desire to protect sun he would have run away and joined the rebellion by now. is the definition of looks like he can kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll. although don’t be fooled boy is deadly with a sword. constantly his to stop himself from just lopping ban’s head off every time he opens his mouth. a protective boy who loves his mom and his sister and believes the word can be a better place if only everyone would calm down for like two seconds. age twenty-five.

princess luda. younger sister of ban and younger half sister of sang. was just a child when the rebellion happened and ban has kind of warped her memory of all it. while she outwardly believes ban’s story that sang killed the former king she’s started to have doubts about it. was very sickly as a child and still has major health issues so she has not been out of the palace more than a handful of times in her life. might be a bit bratty and spoiled but she’s getting there. is secretly learning things from queen sun that she is definitely not supposed to be learning. age twenty. fc: gong seung yeon

daehwi. the son of one of king ban’s royal advisors and also ban’s former lover. emphasis on F O R M E R lover. after rumors spread throughout the palace that the royal advisors and lords and other angry old men where trying to find evidence of ban’s affair with men he turned on daehwi and publicly punished and humiliated him before banishing him from the palace, leaving daehwi deeply broken. he wandered aimlessly for a time before he ended up joining sang’s rebellion. while sang welcomes daewhi, other members of the rebellion are still hostile towards him. age twenty-five. fc: cho yoon woo

jeonghee. a former lady of queen sun’s who was also one of king ban’s concubines (long story). she fled the palace after she found out she was pregnant with the king’s child and sought asylum with sang and the rebels where she gave birth to her son eun who’s six years old now. much like won, she does not partake in a lot of the fighting but often assists won in surgeries and healing. age twenty-five. fc: shin se kyung

ara. a member of the rebellion. the daughter of a blacksmith who always wanted to change the world. though her father was too old and weak to join the rebellion, ara went after he encouraged her to make a difference. she is fiercely loyal to king sang to the point where most people think she’s in love with him despite being the worlds biggest lesbian. badass archer warrior woman whom i love. age twenty-six. fc: seo ye ji

jinwon, usually just called sook. the older brother of sook and the rebellion’s medic. suffers from a serious case of nightmares thanks to the traumatic childhood he shares with his sister. is actually a pacifist and stays out of the fighting is probably the only member of the rebellion who’s never killed anyone. has literally brought everyone back from the broink of death at least twice. let him rest please. age twenty-four. fc: yoo seung ho

jinsook, usually just called sook. the younger sister of won. has a deeply DEEPLY traumitizing past that i will only tell you about if you ask but basically she’s got a bone to pick with king ban and his soldiers. her father was executed on the same night that ban killed the king and took the throne. is the youngest warrior in the rebellion. actual human version of the (ง •̀_•́)ง face. age nineteen. fc: z.hera

hyoseop. a former scholar who fled from ban’s rule after his betrayal of sang. his wife was murdered by royal soldiers after refusing to house them and he hid himself in the woods for many years, becoming the source of many stories about a mean wizard who lived in the deep, deep woods. was pulled into sang’s rebellion after realizing he had a chance to avenge his wife’s death. age thirty-two. fc: yoon shi yoon

saebyeol. one of queen sun’s lady and the commander of her secret group of warriors and assassins. she’s also called the spider and is responsible for the deaths of several high ranking officials although of course no one knows that saebyeol is the spider because she wears a mask. is rolling her eyes anytime a man is speaking. generally does no speak which has led most people to believe she is simple minded. age twenty-nine. fc: han yeri

geon. older brother of hae, jung and yoo. the son a high ranking official. after his father was killed, geon left home at seventeen to join the rebellion only for his whole family to be taken captive as revenge. a very skilled archer and is sort of considered the rebellion’s secret weapon. sad angsty boy who just wants to save his family. and also maybe shoot a few royal soldiers. age twenty-two. fc: kwak dong yeon

hae. younger sister of geon and the older sister of jung and yoo. being held captive because of her brother’s allegiance to the rebellion. queen sun’s protege. she uses her beauty and innocent naivity to trick people into thinking she’s helpless when she’s not. is really tired of ban and his bullshit and really wants someone to just stab him. age nineteen. fc: kim yoo jung.

jung. the younger brother of geon and hae and the twin brother of yoo. being held captive by the king because of his brother’s allegiance to the rebellion. angsty and angry and general wants to fight everyone but at his core is just scared of losing everyone and everything someone give him a hug. age sixteen. fc: nam dae reum.

yoo. the younger sister of geon and hae and the twin sister of jung. being held captive by the king because of her brother’s allegiance to the rebellion. works as an atendant to princess luda but is a sneaky little thing and likes to hide in closets and eavesdrop on people. age sixteen. fc: kim saeron.

#shut up heather: ooc #i started half assing these at the mid way point #plotting call

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Your word for today

Question: What is the mark of the beast (666)?

Im using this question to deal with a lot of questions I have been asked by fellow belivers.

These questions are many but almost all of them point out to one thing; do we know what the mark of the beast is or we are ready to believe anything that anyone says about it.

When you ask me should I as a christian take the vaccine or will I loose my salvation if I take the vaccine or Pastor what's your comment on the vaccine?

To me you are simply saying, I don't understand the mark of the beast, please explain it to me.

Im going to do my best and pray that God help us understand more.

I posted this under Q&A about twice when I did the Foundations of our faith series in 2019 and sometime after.

Those of you who keep records you might be able to remember it.

THE MARK OF THE BEAST

The main passage in the Bible that mentions the mark of the beast is Revelation 13:15-18.

15 And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.

16 And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

17 And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

18 Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six. (666)

Other references can be found in Revelation 14:9, 11, 15:2, 16:2, 19:20, and 20:4.

This mark acts as a seal for the followers of Antichrist and the false prophet (the spokesperson for the Antichrist).

The false prophet (the second beast) is the one who causes people to take this mark.

The mark is literally placed in the hand or forehead and is not simply a card someone carries.

The Setting for the coming of the mark of the beast is where the false prophet cause all whose names are not found in the lamp's book of life to worship the beast (Rev 12:12)

This must say something to you about the saints.

They are not candidates for the mark of the beast primarily because:

Their names will be found in the lamp's book of life. ( woe to you if your name is not in that book)

And because it seems this happens after rapture and during tribulation.

The recent breakthroughs in medical implant chip technologies have increased interest in the mark of the beast spoken of in Revelation chapter 13.

It is possible that the technology we are seeing today represents the beginning stages of what may eventually be used by the false prophet to give people the mark of the beast.

It is important to realize that a medical implant chip is not the mark of the beast and neither is a vaccine or technological implant chip.

The mark of the beast will be something given only to those who worship the Antichrist.

Having a medical or financial microchip inserted into your right hand or forehead is not the mark of the beast.

The mark of the beast will be an end-times identification required by the Antichrist in order for people to buy or sell, and it will be given only to those who worship the Antichrist.

This will happen during tribulation.

Many good expositors of Revelation differ widely as to the exact nature of the mark of the beast.

Besides the implanted chip view, other speculations include an ID card, a microchip, a barcode that is tattooed into the skin, or simply a mark that identifies someone as being faithful to the Antichrist's kingdom.

This last view requires the least speculation, since it does not add any more information to what the Bible gives us.

In other words, any of these things are possible, but at the same time they are all speculations.

We should not spend a lot of time speculating on the precise details.

The word of God does not speculate, it says what it means.

The meaning of 666 is a mystery as well.

Some have speculated that there was a connection to June 6, 2006 (06/06/06)

However, in Revelation chapter 13, the number 666 identifies a person, not a date.

Revelation 13:18 tells us, This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number.

His number is 666.

Somehow, the number 666 will identify the Antichrist.

For centuries Bible interpreters have been trying to identify certain individuals with 666.

Nothing so far is conclusive.

That is why Revelation 13:18 says the number requires wisdom.

When the Antichrist is revealed it will be clear who he is and how the number 666 identifies him.

2 Thes 2:3 Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition;

4 Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.

I want to clarify here that I dont believe the current vaccines, medical implants chips and technological implants chips are NOT the mark of the beast.

I also dont find any biblical basis to claim 5G or any other new technological breakthrough as the mark of the beast.

However since the devil will use anything he can access to his advantage, these implants and chips can be taken advantage of by the false prophet to prepare for the actual mark of the beast.

The bible is very clear on one thing; The mark of the beast will not be secretly put on people's foreheads or arms without their consent.

Either under duress or forced or maybe left with no option they will accept the mark fully aware of what it is.

The devil is not going to vaccinate you claiming he is curing a disease then you wake up tomorrow with the mark of the beast. No!

The False prophet will say something like:

"You have to take the mark of our Master (the anti christ) so that you can get his benefits, anyone who doesn't take the mark will be excommunicated from the society and deemed a traitor"

You have to make a choice to take the mark or suffer.

The next thing you need to remember as said earlier is the mark '666' is a name.

So the 666 on your forehead or arm will be a name or a number of an actual name.

It will be clear for all to see and not something hidden that needs a scan.

You can't buy or sell without it.

You will be under total sanctions from the system of that time.

Remember people have been speculating and teaching a lot of conspiracy theories from as long as I can remember and all of them were liars.

Some said Bush was the anti christ, some said Nelson Mandela, some said Barack Obama, some said Putin and many other world leaders bad and good.

These theories had one thing in common, none of them were true.

About the end time events I have one method of judging those who claim to have the latest revelation:

Anyone who gives specifics, names and dates where the bible never gives such is not telling the truth.

The same goes for the mark of the beast, no matter how spiritual any man sounds, they can't be more spiritual that the bible.

Sometime ago when I was in Primary school, I can't remember which year, we were literally forced by teachers and superstitious relatives to put on a wrist band made out of sack material.

Someone had claimed that on a particular date it will rain and lightning will strike anyone without that specific sack wrist band.

The message was circulated wide and far even on radio.

On that particular day, on leaving school most of us stubbornly threw away the sack wrist band and ran home as we normally do.

What happened?

Nothing!

No rain, no thunder and lightning.

And as you can see im pretty much alive today.

Anyone giving specifics where the bible doesn't and claiming what scripture does not claim is either speaking frim his own mind for whatever reason or speaking by another spirit other than the spirit of God.

You are safe when you stick to scripture.

I hope you are encouraged and all confusion is dealt with concerning the mark of the beast.

I repeat as i conclude and I have said this I think twice before on this platform since 2019 "I do not believe medical implants, technology chip implants, vaccines are the exact mark of the beast"

The anti christ may one day take advantage of these just like he does anything to prepare for the actual mark of the beast.

But these technologies and vaccines we see now are not the mark of the beast

Much blessing

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Ep. 4: “Trying To Cover Ur Murderous Tracks” - Jones

JENNET

nash isnt on my tribe but i cant help but feel bad for them :((( the last two days that we were together as old calumma i actually started to connect with them. they will be missed 💔

(a little later)

why am i obsessed with ethan ? *insert meme of that tiktoker just standing there*

(after building a bamboo bed)

super nervous for immunity, if we end up losing i think i might try to push for pennino bc he pissed me off the other night saying he wouldnt be available for the comp and literally SITTING THERE watching us do the comp... i really like sam and ethan (tbh more than i like lindsay and jabari) but thats only bc of how much we communicate with each other idk i do know lindsay wants to push for pennino too bc she was annoyed it too so maybe let her do all the pushing and if it backfires, just push for her to go😳

JESSICA

No song 4 today Last round we voted out Nash. That was not my ideal choice (I wanted Nicole to go) but Pete was paranoid Nicole may have an idol, that Nicole/Mikey/Nash were secretly working together, or just that something might go down. He also trusts Nicole for reasons unknown. I didn't love leaving Mikey in the dark (I think that really only helped Pete, not me) but I was nervous that if I pushed Nicole too hard as the vote, Pete would vote Mikey and then that was really the worst case scenario. If we lose this round, I am voting Nicole no question. She asked me what happened after the vote + if we could talk which I thought was great! I sent her an explanation that basically said I didn't trust Nash because they did not talk to me, I was worried OG Calumma was still a thing, and I didn't trust Nicole because she didn't start talking to me until after we lost + she left me on read a lot. And what does she do right after I sent that? Leave me on read again! I was excited to work with her when we first swapped but I don't see that happening at all now. The nice thing is because Pete lied to her, Mikey and Nicole voted each other, AND Lovelis was already initially down to vote Nicole, I'm hoping if we lose the vote is really easy. I also don't think Nicole has the idol because.... ...I found it! Okay, no I didn't. I did find a ruby though. I think that in each quadrant of the adventure, there is a gem and the four gemstones combined will make an idol. I already have 1, I have a good idea of where it could be in the north, and most importantly I am pretty sure Nicole has no advantages. I think if she had an idol, she might have played it last round, but my guess is that there is only one idol in the game and no one has it yet. However right now I'm not sharing this information with anyone. I hope that if we lose, Pete votes for Mikey out of paranoia (and that Nicole does as well) which means moving forward, Mikey really only has me and that's an alliance I can keep long term. I do also think that we are potentially swapping after this OR we will do a double tribal after this and swap then. I do not want us to lose twice because that's when things get tricky but if we do, I think I will be set up well enough that no one is coming for me.

PETE

so my og Brookesia alliance of jessica and lovelis (plus me) they want to vote out Nicole but i reeeeaaally don’t wanna do that. Nicole and I had this talk of moving on from our past so if I just vote her out first chance I get that’d just be a huge dick move. They for some reason believe Mikey which I honestly don’t, I think he may be a little weasel. Nash doesn’t talk to me at all, so i’m hoping maybe I can shift the vote onto Nash by scaring them with the thought of Nicole having and idol

(after dropping his rice into the sand)

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH IDIDIT I DID IT IDIDIT literally i have THE biggest fucking knot in my stomach i was SO fUcking NERVOUS this is so fuckignw crazy i cant skdjdbxsjkdb i’ve NEVER been in control of a vote before like everything i told someone to do they did like i’m not gonna get all like egotistical and all that but like sjkdsxkdbsjjdjxjdkdb ive never been in this position before it’s wild i’m usually like the mikey. like i’m just there, hoping people include me but kinda just scraping by until they decide it’s my turn to leave and NOW!!!! I JUST BLINDSIDED SOMEBODYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

JENNET

trying really hard to do this comp and my arthritis is making my hands spasm :(( powering thru and hopefully we dont go to tribal. if we do im afraid that im going to be voted out :((

JABARI

So i scored for the tribe which is great but then we tie and there is tower of hanoi. Lets just say ill never play that game again but I swear im not giving up no sir....they said they wouldnt boot me because of it but ima make sure of it.

JENNET

in love with ethan hes the best person in the world

(after staring at Ethan)

really sucks going to tribal council and i know i let my team down so now im trying to find a way- SOME WAY to remind them that old calumma wanted to go after pennino next and to hopefully keep ethan out of the fire. sam approached me about an alliance with him and ethan and tbf idc what anybody calls me or what they think but im honestly closer to the too of them than to anybody on the tribe- closer to ethan than i was to jake even😳

LINDSAY

https://drive.google.com/file/d/12YzvXBooOu3lndrE99YopPOcO4VEAYYB/view?usp=drivesdk lmk if this works also fun fact i just tried to open the camera on the computer im borrowing and the computer bluescreened lol i hate it here

SAM

https://youtu.be/M4E00bmBj0A

PETE

The way this game is going Id say that I’m probably closest with Jessica just because we’ve been talking since the start, she’s really nice & enthusiastic, and we’ve agreed so far on the things that need to happen so we share a lot of information with each other. Lovelis is a little bit of a wild card because he never really talks that much so I’m going to try to bond with him more so that he doesn’t feel like just another number.

LOVELIS

Who knew we’d pull out a win with flash games! Maybe we need to stop shitting on then and start praying for more of them to pop up here LMAO. So glad I can just have this day to speak to people a bit more and just relax a little - I feel like me Jess and Pete are in a comfortable position within this tribe so I’m praying for no more funny business with another premerge swap but I’m tryna stay on my toes!

ETHAN

Ok so tribal time: I am in a minority position right now and it is looking sketchy. I feel like I am going because of how Jabari and Jennet have not talked to me at all today and instead have ghosted me. I have something, but not sure if I want to play it. Do I trust people, or do I just full send and blow it up? Time shall tell

JESSICA

Yay we won immunity! I love getting my Dolphin Olympics redemption arc, it's been 6 years in the making.

PENNINO

Now, it's 4 hours before the first tribal as Furcifer, and I think that us from OG Calumma will go and do a Pagong to Ethan and Sam. Since Ethan was a beast in the comps, and we want to keep tribal lines, that puts Sam up for the chopping block. As for Nash leaving, no surprise. Honestly, I feel pretty safe and now i'm just waiting for another swap.

MADISON

I don't know how I've survived four rounds but here we are. I think I've legit gotten the lowest score in the past 2 challenges but everyone else is a beast so I get to stay safe for another round. The downside to being safe so long is that there isn't really a lot of gameplay happening over on Planet Brookesia and some of us might be a little bit too comfy so that when swap time comes or we lose the next challenge, it'll be scramble city to figure something out.

JAKE

https://youtu.be/Hz-Ix0ZeQ7E y'all when I tell you i'm manic just thinking about crazy fringe theories related to this game lmaoooooo

JONES

ok bet lets get strategic:tm: i feel like a lot of my confessionals are rlly like ,, , , ,me just talking ab "wow i rlly like this person, not this person so and so and whatnot" and i haven't rlly gotten to bare bones like ,, what i'm thinking ab game wise ? for starters - i think i'm in a rlly good spot surprisingly? LIKE don't get me wrong its fking dangerous being in a 4-2 but i think i'm set up super super well? i'm officially working with all of Daisy, Sammy, Shane, and Jake, and am in an alliance w everyone of those people besides Sammy. but sammy has vouched saying that he does want to work w me and has my back and i don't have like,, any reason to doubt that rn ? unfortunately the only way to rlly like ,, ,, have everyone prove their trust to me is by going to tribal aldksfjasdlfj but i dont rlly see a reason for them to like ,, , lie to me ? esp when we haven't gone to tribal? i don't see the point in marinating someone this isn't among us and ur trying to cover ur murderous tracks,,, but ya ? i'm in a good spot. i think based on my alliances and allies and whatnot, and i've stated this already so this isn't rlly a surprise, but madison would probs be the target if we'd have to go to tribal. and Jake has stated to me too that he hasn't rlly talked to madison that much either so it doesn't seem like an uncommon thought process. after the challenge tiebreaker yesterday , the newly formed ALLEANCHE! kind of came together as the 4 most active people on the tribe so it SEEMS like it would be madison AND sammy getting targetted and , ,, , sammy going for me isn't rlly cash money bc if sammy DOES have my back then that's me losing one of MY allies,, but i don't think we're going to enough tribals before another swap for that to actually be a thing ? so hopefully if we do go to tribal it'd be madison and not sammy, but i think i, if not i then maybe jake LOL, can make a good case for madison to go over sammy. speaking of jake i have a rlly bad gut feeling that i'm gonna have to think ab cutting him soon - or at least before merge. i've kinda been letting him take the reigns since preswap to make him kind of look like a leader ish ? so i'm rlly hoping that like ,, , hypothetically speaking. lets say i'm AGAIN put on another tribe w jake (bc lbr we're swapping again),, and lets say hypothetically they wanna split up the supposed "duo" of myself and jake,,, whos the smarter person to take out - the leader whos kinda been calling the shots and making the alliances since round 1, or the person whos proven themself to be reliable and to keep their team safe and be able to go to bat for their team ? idk IDK that's just me but i definitely think like ,, in terms of a building threat level i think jake is definitely the easier target asldkfjasd which is UNFORTUNATE like i LOVE JAKE but i feel like if it comes to me and jake and jake is putting me in DANGER then , ,, well,, :( i gotta do what i gotta DO i'm pawned as old reliable for a reason :katenails: but ya uhm,,, shane/daisy/jake/i were talking on call after the tiebreaker ab what could happen and we all basically agreed theres no way in hell that there ISN'T another swap on the horizon or at least like,, a twist or something. u can't just swap at 18 on a 20 person cast and just expect us to sit like lil ducks on sunday brunch, if anything we're probs gonna swap at like ,, , , , 15? OR hosts are cracked and swap us NEXT ROUND bc they're sadistic. but ya there's def another swap it rlly just depends on when and whos there to experience it - i.e whether or not i'm gonna have security from my allies or not ya feel? i feel. also there's definitely probs like ,, , ,a double tribal. or smth. or like, smth crazy and dumb and stupid that i don't have the brain capacity to rlly comprehend. but ya hope i win this was a good strategy talk #fruciferandcallumathrowchallenge

NICOLE

Hello!!! Nash went home and I'm sad so I am PROTESTING confessionals! You won't know anything that is happening with me! Nothing! (Just kidding nothing happened this round, everyone ignored me and then we won immunity so they had no need to)

SHANE

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1TxoVh69i2GPA-agNAfyW0G-Bu07weXyZ?usp=sharing

SAMMY

so I had to write a paper and I'm rushing to get this in...blinks...whats new anyways I have been so off in like the idol hunting and I have felt so detached from this game since I have only been to tribal once? but I think the people in danger would be like Madison or Jake? they have both been brought up to me by daisy...and in all seriousness I would be fine with that? I honestly really am only prioritizing Jones and Daisy in this tribe. I feel fine with my position in this game and I even got a point from the flash games. Luckily Daisy won for us in the tiebreaker and we were able to barely escape tribal. I really do hope I can continue to avoid tribal so that I can get as far into this to make it to the more individual stage of this game.

DAISY

https://youtu.be/3kCYnxDIdQY

TRIBAL COUNCIL

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#cowsurvivor #confessionals

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Requested by Anon: I hate to be a bother but may I request a Connor x reader where you're Connors friend/crush and he finds out the readers alcohol abuse. I'm sorry if it's too touchy.

(Gif not mine but writing is)

Rushing Home

The start of another week at school. The weekend had been hard so you were glad for the break. You could escape into the sea of fellow students who were busy with whatever they needed to do. Invisible to everyone apart from those who mattered.

You rummaged through your locker to find the books that you needed for your class. Suddenly you felt somebody tap your shoulder, making you turn around quickly to see who it was. It was a tall thin boy who wore a black hoodie, skinny jeans and boots. His long brown hair was tied loosely into a bun, he must have been annoyed with it this morning as it was usually down. Connor Murphy, your best friend since, well it felt like for forever.

"Hey Connor." you said as the corners of your lips curled up into a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "(Y/N) I really missed you." he said as he opened his arms and gave you a quick hug. He normally wasn't so touchy feely in public but you knew that he had to spend the entire weekend bonding with his family. Guess you weren't the only one to have a bad weekend. He looked at you for a moment, studying your face. That beautiful face of yours. Something was off but he wasn't sure what. Should he let it go or not?

"Are you ok?" he asked cooly as if he was just dropping it into normal conversation. "Just my parents at the weekend... They were... Very trying." you replied with a sigh. You left it at that as you did not want to go into more detail in the middle of the school hallway. Connor gave an understanding nod. Right, you thought to yourself, try to stay positive. "I better run to class. Have a great morning Connor and I'll see you later." you smile, waving at him whilst you walk down the corridor.

Sitting down at your desk, out of the corner of your eye you notice someone standing over you. "(Y/N) how's it hanging? Have a fun weekend?" said the annoying voice of Jared. You knew that in his mind he thought that he meant well but you really couldn't deal with his sarcastic jokes today. You looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "No. Not I did not." you reply in a serious tone which told him to back off as you weren't in the mood. He turned around and hurriedly sat down at his desk. The lesson was a long one. It gave you a lot of interesting facts but the teacher could have spent less time talking about them and more on practical investigation. Looking around the room, you notice a couple of girls stare at you and talk to each other, with their hands covering their mouths. You sighed as you heard them mention your name, perhaps looking out of the window was a better idea. As you stared at the field, there was an annoying yet all too familiar dryness in your throat that you were trying your best to fight the urge to quench.

The morning lessons had really dragged but you were glad that they were finally over. Looking around the hallway, you spot the familiar friendly face of Evan. You and Evan had been friends for years, there was a shy innocence to him that always made you smile. "Hi Evan, how is your day going?" you ask as you walk up to him. "(Y/N). It has been going g-good though I have already been given so m-much homework this morning." he chuckled. "I'm just going to sort out my books but I'll see you in the cafeteria." you say smiling at him.

Walking down the corridor someone pushes into your shoulder hard as they travel in the opposite direction. You thought it happened by accident until you heard them speak. "Watch it freak." said a deep but juvenile voice. You ignore them and carry on walking, they were really not worth your energy. "Freak!" yelled the boy again as you could hear his approaching footsteps. Quickly somebody walked in front of you holding his arms out in front, so your back was pushed up against the lockers. He was a big guy who you vaguely recognised as someone who played on a school sports team. Trailing behind him were a couple of the girls who had been not so secretly talking about you in class. "Hey I'm talking to you." he said angrily, spitting the words at you. You did not know what his problem was but the two girls snickering behind him had probably put him up to this. Looking at his face, he was expecting an answer. "Oh, I'm just stunned at your lame name calling." you say with as much sarcasm as you could muster. His face formed into a frown and anger began to burn in his eyes.

Raising his hand and placing it on your face, his thumb on one of your cheeks, two of his fingers on the other, grabbing your jaw. The pressure hurt your face. "You little bitch." he growled. "Piss off." you managed to say through gritted teeth as you pushed his hand off of your face. He was really starting to get on your nerves. There was a familiar nagging thought in the back of your mind but you tried your best to suppress it. "I have an idea. Maybe save up your money so you can move out of that hovel that you call a home and buy yourself some proper parents whilst you’re at it." he laughed mockingly and the girls joined in. That was it, they could make fun of you but bringing the touchy subject of your parents into conversation sent you over the edge. Your hands clenched into fists. "I said piss off!" you yelled as you pushed past the boy. Before you knew it you walked down the hallway and out of the door. You just had to get out of there immediately. You waited until you had left through the exit door before you finally let the tears that had formed in you eyes, roll down your cheeks. You couldn't help it, you were weak. After trying to be strong all day you finally gave into the urge. You needed to get home away from prying eyes. You had promised yourself that at the weekend was going to be the last time but you knew deep down that would never be true.

Little did you notice with all of the drama, that Evan was still in the hallway, hiding behind his locker door. Now with his eyes wide with panic he scrambled his way towards the cafeteria in a desperate search for help. As he sprinted towards the tables, he bumped into the familiar tall frame of Connor who nearly spilt his drink. "C-c-c-con." Evan stuttered. Seeing Evan's current state, a look of worry formed on Connor's face. He knew that Evan was an anxious guy but he had never seen him like this. Calmly he placed a hand on Evan's shoulder. "Calm down and speak slowly. What happened?" Connor asked with a comforting smile. "I-it's (Y/N). Jake was picking on her. C-called her a f-freak. Said that she should move o-out of her home which he called a hovel and buy herself s-some n-new parents. Now she's walked out of school." Evan quickly spluttered out. Connor’s face fell as his breathing started to quicken. He was angry that you were picked on but worried that you were out there somewhere upset and alone. "Shit" Connor said with dispair in his voice. "Evan, tell everyone that I threw up during lunch hour and had to rush home." he said before running out of the Cafeteria and then the school. He had to go right away. Connor knew that you usually wanted to be alone when stuff got too much for you but this time it was different. This time you didn't tell Connor that you had left school.

Standing in the school parking lot, Connor frantically dug around in his bag for his phone. He dialled your number just to find out where you were. Needing to know that you were safe at the very least. Holding the phone to his ear he impatiently waited for you to pick up. There was no reply, perhaps the connection wasn't very good? He dialled a second time and there was still no answer. His heart began to beat faster as worry started to set in. Third times a charm he thought to himself. Relief washed over him as you answered, however all that could be heard was loud breathing on the other end before you hung up. This certainly did not put his mind at ease. Thinking on his feet, Connor decided that if you did not want to talk perhaps texting would be the way forward.

Connor: '(Y/N) are you ok?' You: 'yE im dine' Connor: 'Where are you?' You: 'Home hut dont cOm over'

Connor became very suspicious he knew that you were a person who checked your text messages atleast twice before sending. Something must be wrong as your messages were filled with errors. Even though you said not for him to come over, Connor couldn't risk it. He got into his car and turned the key as the engine roared into life. The truth was that despite being your best friend, Connor had never actually been round your house. You always arranged to meet up with him at his or outside somewhere. He knew where you lived but he had never been there. Though he did think it a little strange that you always avoided him visiting your home but he respected your decision.

Pulling up outside, he looked at your home. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was a little smaller than expected but every home looked small compared to the Murphy's. As Connor got out of his car and walked up the path, he noticed that it looked like your parents were out. Oddly the front door was unlocked as it swung open when he gently pushed it. Was it so it was ready for your parents return? Or had you forgotten to lock it? What was also strange was that every door inside the house was shut. As if you were trying to keep something out or to keep you in. Connor's palms were getting sweaty with nerves as he was unsure where to start searching. The house was silent and had an unnerving atmosphere. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of movement upstairs.

Somehow Connor gathered all of the bravery he had as he started to quietly climb the stairs. The only thoughts replaying in his mind were, I hope (Y/N) is safe and I need to help her. Looking at the doors on the landing it was easy to tell which room belonged to you. It was the one which had old stickers of butterflies on, whose edges were starting to curl up and peel off. Connor took a deep breath to steady his nerves as he was unsure what he was going to face on the other side of the door. He wanted to be the calming and supportive best friend that he always had been to you. Slowly he opened your door.

He was instantly hit with the almost eye-wateringly strong smell of alcohol. Far more pungent than any brewery that he had visited on a lame family trip. Your bedroom was small, a single bed on one side and a desk on the other. Your walls were a pale blue and dotted with a few photographs of you and Connor and even less of you and Evan. That was when Connor's eyes fell upon you. You were sat trembling on the floor, with your back leaning against your bed, knees brought up to your chest and your face resting down upon them. Quietly sobbing. The floor was littered with various bottles and cans. Wine, beer, spirits, it didn't matter, it all went down. This was your way of coping when things got too much. You drank until you forgot the day's events. Connor stood there wide eyed in shock for a few seconds as his mind attempted to process what he was seeing. Despite being your best friend, he had no idea that this was your way of coping. You always seemed so strong and energised. It broke his heart to see you like this.

"Hey" Connor said in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper as he crept over towards you. Trying his best not to startle you. You buried your face deeper behind your knees, trying to make yourself as small as possible. In an attempt to disappear completely. You did not want him to see you in your current state, a complete mess. At this moment in time you hated yourself for giving in to the urge to drink so soon after the last time and you did not want Connor to hate you for it too.

He slowly sat down on the floor next to you and gently placed an arm around you in comfort. "No!" you cried as you pushed your shaking hands into his chest, making him lean back slightly. You didn't mean it and Connor knew that it was just because you were distressed. "Shh. It's ok, I'm here now." he said soothingly as he started to stroke your hair with the hand that was over your shoulder. Connor wanted to reassure you and was prepared to give you all the time you needed. Addiction and substance abuse was something he knew all too well. Sometimes being alone with your thoughts could be the worst thing to do.

After sitting like that for a while, you slowly lifted your head so you could look at Connor. His eyes looked a little red and watery, which he quickly wiped with the sleeve of his hoodie as he noticed your movements. "Hi Cookie." he said as his lips curled into a smile which you weren't sure if it was a bit forced because of the current situation. You smiled back as the silly nickname he gave you years ago. Which he would now usually only use it when he tried to cheer you up. He looked at your face. You felt like shit and you knew that you looked it. Your face was red because of the amount of alcohol you had drank and also because you had been crying. Your cheeks were stained with now dry tears. "I'm sorry I-" you start to say in a voice raspy with exhaustion before Connor cut you off. "There is no need to apologise. I just wish that I could have gotten here sooner." he said in a caring tone. You rested your face on his chest as the sound of his even breathing began to steady your own. "I know it is hard but... Just give me the heads up next time before you start... You know. I am always here if you need me." Connor said and you knew that he genuinely meant it. You nodded in response.

"Thank you" you said quietly as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He responded by hugging you tighter. You both sat there quietly. Connor's actions reassuring you that you were worth more than you thought. After a moment had passed Connor broke the silence. "Why don't I make you a nice cup of coffee?" Confused when you didn't reply he looked down to see your eyes shut. Your chest gently rising and falling as you slept. He chuckled at the sight. You were finally safe. Connor hugged onto you a little tighter before his own eyelids slowly began to shut.

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L’Opéra: Overture [Part I]

The arrival of a man from your past right before the curtain goes up leaves your mysterious music teacher unsettled and spiteful during your big debut.

Protagonists: Im Jaebum - You - Park Jinyoung

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance - Drama - Love Triangle - Childhood Friends - 1880s!AU

Words: 4.1k

Lyly’s note: Yes, this is the first complete chapter, but the prologues of the two male protagonists, Jinyoung and Jaebum, are already out. Check them out in the Mini-Masterlist. Enjoy ;)

L’Opéra [Mini Masterlist]

“NO-NO-NOOO!” You drop on your knees to avoid the decorative flowers flying in your direction. “I said I won’t stand things like this ANYMORE!” Meg and Raoul help you up, dragging you away from the center-stage fury.

“COGLIONE!”

She turns to point at you, blinded by rage, the dramatic hair piece standing on top of her head wobbles dangerously. “How can I sign when that stupida ballerina can’t even stay in her spot!”

You feel Madame Giry’s hand on your shoulder, you know she has your back. For once, the mistake was not yours. You were standing at your exact spot when Carlotta threw her hands back “acting” and hit you. Then she went ballistic for the tenth time since the beginning of the rehearsals. To be fair, you’re not exactly a great dancer, you never had much interest in ballet, so you make a lot of mistakes. If the fault was reproach to you by any other actor you’d assume it to be a sincere misunderstanding, but everybody and their mother knows that Carlotta is simply hysterical.

The chief repetiteur, M. Reyer, holds his temples glaring at her from afar. She’s a lot of work to say the least. The rest of the cast and dancers start to practice amongst themselves, already forgetting about the Italian diva’s anger. It’s a usual spectacle for you, but being the attention of her rage is something new. The maestro excuses himself and his orchestra, explaining they’ll rehearse on their own since they need time to get ready for tomorrow night.

Tomorrow is opening night, the première of a fresher version of the famous Opera house. At least, that’s what they are advertising; M. Firmin and M. André. It’s to make people believe that the new owners have change something. However, all they did was ask about the cost of things and wonder how to make more profits with less of everything. Ever since the tragic death of Joseph Buquet, a chief stagehead, it’s been hard to hold on to the crew and actors, they all leave. The curse of the Opera Ghost they say. Quite a reputation for a legendary Opera House, he’s the reason why they sold it to these business men and they intend to make the most of it.

You wish you could leave too, you think this as you watch Carlotta repeatedly hit a poor extra’s head with her fan. You’d leave if you’d have anywhere else to go to, but at 20 years of age, you’re an unmarried orphan with no name nor fortune. You’re lucky Alice Giry, a life-long friend of your father and in charge of this corps de ballet, remembered him enough to care for you. When Carlotta takes a step in your direction again, Madame Giry pushes you aside to face her in your stance.

“Signora, I think we should practice the aria of Act III.” She hits the floor twice with her cane to catch bystanders’ attention. “I’m sure the cast would be most delighted to hear your rendition of Elissa’s solo…”

People cheer to appease the ire of the soprano, smiling if she can witness their expression, but wincing if she can’t. Everybody who must enjoy Carlotta’s extravagant singing techniques everyday secretly dreads the prospect of her solos.

“AH!” The singer straightens her hair, giving you a last disgusted glance. “If you insist, I must oblige!” She giggles pleased, as though the aggressive turmoil everybody witnessed never was.

She turns to face M. Reyer, waving her hand threateningly to get her cue, when she opens her mouth again there’s an inaudible collective sigh.

___

“This isn’t real” Jaebum tells this to himself over and over, still, panic fills him when he hears the slow footsteps coming closer. The man comes to a stop to his left, finishing his speech. Jaebum hears people’s curious murmurs all over. He wants to recoil with every fiber of his being, but he fights it. He needs to eat tonight, he can’t be punished again. Instead of gripping to his bag, he lets the man rip it from his head, in a theatrical grand gesture.

Instantly, the light of the torches blinds him, making his eyes tear up in pain. The sudden brightness is caustic, painful and mean, Jaebum hates the cruel unforgiving light.

Somewhere to his right, a little girl lets out a strident scream, frightened by the sight of him while the others just gasp in horror. He represses the urge to cover his face and stares at the ground instead, completely frozen, waiting for his eyes to get accustomed to the intense luminosity. This isn’t new to him, he’s used to this. Jaebum knows what comes next. Just wait, a man will be the first one to start to laugh; they usually are the most amused by his show.

When one finally does, Jaebum darts his black eyes on him, wishing he could kill him with his glare. A few ladies around take a step back, afraid, but they know he can’t reach them. After a moment they join in, laughing wickedly, only then does Jaebum start to memorize every trait of their faces, what clothing they are wearing, what society they belong to. They don’t know, because they don’t care about him, but the boy never forgets a face.

“Is it human?” The little girl who screamed earlier hides behind her parents frightened when Jaebum turns her way. She stands on that horrible side, so she had the most impressive show when the man revealed him. She widens her green eyes when she realizes the monster seems to understand her words and points at him, tugging at her mother’s hand for reassurance. She looks around 8 years old, slightly younger than Jaebum, with long blond locks. He furrows his gaze, knowing he will never forget that round peachy perfect face. He mentally adds her to his list.

“Only half…” His guard sucks on his cigar while passing a hat around, accumulating small coins. “Half-human and half-demon.”

Jaebum recoils to the opposite side of the cage when the scary man glances his way, disgusted. He feels his stomach turn, if he’d eaten something that day, he’d definitely throw up at the sheer fear that fills him. He thinks that man is the only true demon in this room. Already, people are looking elsewhere, losing interest. The little girl is gone now, everybody’s moving on to the next show, forgetting they just witnessed the atrocity of Jaebum’s existence. That’s his favourite moment, when he’s allowed to pick up his bag and hide. Alone again, he sits back on the cold ground, clutching the humid cloth around his face. The comfort of the linen on his distorted features is only for a short moment though. He knows better; others will be coming tonight, they always do.

Jaebum wakes up in terror, gripping his soaked sheets. He knew this wasn’t real. The nightmares still come every night, even after over a decade. He lies back, purposefully breathing in and out slowly to calm his heartbeat. When the fear becomes nothing but a dull ache, he gets up to wash his face with cold water.

He’s used to this; Jaebum knows he won’t fall asleep again. He might as well climb out of his hole to survey the rehearsal, see what trouble you’re getting into today. He smiles, appeased.

He’s there, watching, when the lead actress accidentally slaps you across the face. Carlotta Giudicelli, that Italian bitch is on Jaebum’s list. Has been ever since she came to his Opera House to damage his eardrums with her vocal excessive and useless cades. He glares at her from his high perch, hiding in the security of the shadows above the rehearsal. She hates you, he’s almost sure of it, she always makes sure to bother you. He knows she’s not especially kind to others either, but he doesn’t care about them, you’re the only one on his mind.

That’s why he almost loses it when he witnesses the altercation. After that, she goes mad, gets completely crazy and starts yelling at everybody. You have to duck down when she throws something at your head and a male dancer helps you up. Jaebum clenches his fists, no man should touch your arms like that, it doesn’t matter if he means well. You’re not his. He lets pure anger boil his blood. If it usually scares him how powerful and tempting his hatred can get; today it doesn’t, because it’s about you.

Slowly, he gets up and lets it take over, lets it consume him. He observes as Carlotta repeatedly hits a man with her fan, he didn’t do anything, just had the misfortune to be at arm’s reach. She takes a step your way, but Jaebum isn’t looking down anymore. He’s gone, he wants to scare her, she needs to calm down, know her place. He knows what needs to be done for you.

___

“The what?!” Richard Firmin claps a hand over his mouth in horror.

“The moon, monsieur…” The nervous young stagehand grimaces. “It fell on stage during rehearsals, this morning.”

“How is that even possible?” Gilles André, his business partner, yaps at the poor boy. “Weren’t you at your post? Who’s in charge of the set?”

“Me, M. André… It’s just…” He glances at Madame Giry, next to him. “I’m new and I wasn’t there… But, the um- the P-Phantom cut the ropes.” Both owners roll their eyes in perfect unison.

“The Ghost did this…” M. Firmin starts.

“The Phantom did that…” Completes his counterpart. “We’ve been here for a while, we don’t believe in ghosts and we have yet to see this revenant!”

“Messieurs!” The young boy pales even more. “I-I’ve seen it. There is a ghost, he’s very real. He appears from thin air d-dressed in a black cloak and prowls in the shadows above the stage… His face is c-covered by a-”

“Allons, garcon!” Madame Giry interrupts him. “Nobody’s saying that what you saw isn’t real. Messieurs, be careful about what you wish to see. The Opera Ghost is not someone to be taken lightly…”

“Was anyone hurt by the… moon?” M. Firmin waves her concerns away with his hand.

“No, but Carlotta stormed out.” She purses her lips, trying to cover the smile creeping the corner of her mouth. “She said you are amateurs that can’t keep the superstitions of the locals from interfering with her art.”

“Catastrophe!” M. André presses his hands on his cheeks, shocked. “The show is sold out tomorrow night and we lost our prima donna! Should we go after her? Crawl?”

“One of my ballerina can sign like a nightingale, monsieur.”

“A ballerina?! Taking a lead role? Let’s crawl!” M. Firmin nods.

“Who’s the dancer?” M. André asks with interest and when he sees the look on his partner face, he shrugs. “You can’t possibly think of cancelling or crawling, Richard.”

“Mademoiselle y/n, she’s an amazing soprano. If you let her show you, you’ll be more than pleased.” Madame Giry presses on. “She had a rather, well… gifted teacher.”

“Your protégée?” M. Firmin turns back to her, intrigued. “The child of the famous musician?”

“Yes, I’m afraid my adoptive daughter seems to be born to sign rather than dance.”

“Yes… Well, she has been there for the entirety of the preparations…” M. André insists, hopeful.

“Very well then! Let’s hear that voice, bring her to us.” His peer concludes, resigned.

___

Meg is putting stage makeup on your face while you sit in front of the imposing mirror decorating your tiny room. The numerous candles brightly illuminates the room and stretch eerie shadows on the walls around.

“Still, it feels like she’ll storm back just in time for the show.” You tuck at a strand of your hair and your best friend slaps your wrist.

“Stop messing with my work of art!” She smiles but her voice is firm, her tone commanding like her mother’s. “I don’t think they’d let her after she ran out like that!” She plucks her lips for you to do the same and paints bit of rouge on them. “Mom says that the messieurs didn’t know what to do when they heard… They panicked until she mentioned you could do it.” You bite the interior of your cheek, can you? “I didn’t know you could sing like that, you’re amazing y/n” Meg’s praise sounds more like a reproach for hiding it from her.

“Thank you. I’m very nervous, although…” You clutch the sheer fabric of your petticoat between your fingers. “I-I’ve been practicing for a while… Meg, I don’t know if I’ll be able to do this!” Only 5 hours are left before the curtains open.

“Of course!” Meg powders your neck and chest for the tenth time, while she leans in, her gorgeous features catch the light. You’ve always been secretly jealous of her appearance, she’s everything a ballerina ought to be; petite and dainty. Everything a man ought to desire. You, on the other hand… “You definitely found your field, you’re way better at that than dancing!” She laughs, the sound pure and melodious. “Everybody was amazed by your abilities at rehearsals today. Tell me, who’s teaching you?”

“But… About Carlotta… Do you think she’ll be mad at me?” You avoid answering and watch her shrug as she works her own hair into a tight practical bun.

“Probably, I mean…” She winces. “Mom says she did it to make the new owners crawl, but they refused to cancel. She wanted to feel irreplaceable and yet, here you are, filling her shoes after just a day! But y/n…” Meg grabs your hands, earnestly. “Does her sentiment really matter if you can be out there? Center stage?”

You turn your head to look at the many flowers already piling on your small bed and desks. Meg is right. This is what you always secretly wished for.

___

“I-I’m so sorry, Vicomte…” At the apology, one of his eyebrow raises in curiosity. “La Carlotta is not here…” He eyes the young maiden in front of him like she’s speaking a foreign language.

“How is that possible?” He takes a step back to look around the dim lit stone corridor and back at the many roses he’s holding in his hand. He just wanted to visit the lead actress and tell her he’s looking forward to having dinner together afterwards. “I was told this is her dressing room, isn’t she getting ready?” He reaches in his pocket for his watch to get the time. Only an hour to go before the show. A terrible thought sprouts in Jinyoung’s mind. What have those two business fools done to his Opera? Lost his Prima Donna? His gaze widens and the young dancer he stopped to ask questions looks at her feet, nervous.

“Um- She left yesterday, monsieur.” When she raises her eyes again, he notices the blush on her cheeks and her moist pink lips. She’s beautiful, gorgeous in a more-than-perfect kind of way. Jinyoung gulps, unfortunately he doesn’t have time to flirt with a ballerina.

“Wait-” He shakes his head in disbelief. “The first Act starts in less than an hour and we don’t have a lead actress?” A pure disaster, he knew those gentlemen were ticking bombs when he accepted to become the new mécène of the Opera.

“Oh! We have an Elissa.” The girl seems taken aback by his casting question, she glances at the roses in his hand, intrigued. “I thought you were just looking for Carlotta…”

“Who’s playing her?” Jinyoung’s jaw drops, how could they have already replaced a lead soprano?

“Y/n Daae, a ballerina.” She lifts her head and smiles proudly, nearly taking his breath away. “My best friend, we danced for years together. Are those flowers for her?” Jinyoung stares for a long second, his head completely blank.

“Yes…” He breathes out. Y/n, it can’t be you. Jinyoung searched everywhere when he got back home after that. “Y/n you say? A singer?” He shakes his head. You couldn’t possibly have been hiding in here, at a mere 15 minutes by feet of his Paris residence. Impossible.

“Yes, she’s part of the corps de ballet but surprised everybody by stepping up for the role. Excuse me, monsieur, I really have to join the dance crew, now.” The girl turns to leave, but Jinyoung grabs her arm to stop her.

“Wait.” She freezes to stare at the Vicomte’s hand on her white skin, but he doesn’t care about how rude he’s being. “Daae … Is she… Maybe related to the famous violinist?”

“His only daughter.” The girl nods and tilts her head in curiosity when the Vicomte’s face drains of blood. “Do you know her?”

“I…” Jinyoung lets his arm fall back, in shock. He clutches to his roses like his life depends on it. “I don’t t-t-think I have the p-pleasure.”

___

40 minutes to go.

You take a deep breath, studying your own reflexion. You don’t look like yourself. Your hair is held back with some curls falling messily on your bare shoulders and perfectly framing your face. Your eyes look twice their usual size, expertly painted by Meg and your rouge lips stand out the most. The shimmering powder she sprinkled all over your cheekbones, neck and chest makes you appear paler, almost ethereal. The dress you are wearing is probably extremely expensive, you toy the fabric between the tip of your fingers. The only thing you hate about it is the corset, but you must admit it makes your breasts and waist look way better. A blush colors your cheeks when you think this. You shake your head to get rid of your discomfort. You were never one to catch a lot of male gazes, but it’s impossible to deny you look very attractive tonight.

Twirling to see the edges of the dress follow you in the mirror, you try to laugh to calm yourself. Is this what you’d look like if you could have married him? Would you wear shimmering gowns and attend rich, impressive dances regularly? Does he? Your smile dies on your lips. It’s not often that you catch yourself thinking about him. You usually don’t let yourself think about this sort of things.

Thinking only makes you dream of a greater life and dreaming always ends up making you even sadder. But what is tonight if not a crazy dream?

“Are you nervous?” The Voice resonates in your tiny room and you jump, taken aback.

“Yes, very.” You bite your lips, tasting the bitterness of your makeup.

“Don’t be. I’ll be there the whole time.” It pauses, hesitating, and you smile before it goes on. “I’m very proud. You’ll be amazing.” You sigh; already feeling a bit more relaxed by your teacher’s presence.

“You’ll be with me the whole time?” You ask and bring your fists to your hips, frowning while staring at yourself in the mirror. “Do you promise?”

“Yes.” There’s a hint of amusement in the Voice and the corner of your lips curl into a cunning grin. After five years, you’re almost certain it can see you. It often reacts to your grimaces or what you’re doing. “I’m…” When it goes on, there’s a new longing to it. “I’m always with you.”

You smile with all your teeth this time, you wish for it to be true. You truly want your angel to always be with you. Your lips part to confess to this, but you’re stopped by Meg’s entrance.

“Y/n, are you alone?” She whispers excitedly.

“Meg, what are you doing?” You glance around, nervous she might have heard It. “You should be with the ballet; your mom is going to kill you!”

“I know…” She hovers hesitantly between the half-open door behind her and you. “The new patron of the Opera asked to meet you…” You stop breathing, the new benefactor? Is he angry at you for taking over Carlotta’s part? “I really need to go, but can I let him in?” You nod, taking a deep breath before turning to your mirror, too nervous to look directly at the door.

It’s through the glass that you study him as he walks in, he freezes when his eyes find yours. He stands there, expressionless, unaffected and stoic under your gaze and you must hold your desk to stay up on your feet. He’s dressed very elegantly. His black hair pushed back and a crimson bow tie closes his black shirt, contrasting with his porcelain pale skin. You gasp in surprise, but he simply blinks twice before tilting his head to the side to formally greet you.

“Hi, I’m the Vicomte de Chagny, new benefactor of this Opera House. I wanted to come in and congratulate our lead actress before the beginning of Act I.” His tone is cold; an unfamiliar sound contrasting with his all too familiar features. You just stand there, silenced by shock, that precious voice of yours completely gone You’re vaguely wondering how you’re expected to sing tonight if it never returns when he clears his throat.

“Judging by your welcome, I’m assuming you weren’t aware which county the Vicomte becoming your mécène was from.” He smiles, the gesture looking calculated. “How very amusing, I had no idea the daughter of a musical genius was living her life concealed here. It’s an agreeable coincidence really, I believe my late father was a big admirer of yours.”

You gulp at the hidden bitterness in his words; this is how he chooses to act after all this time. You should be careful, aware of ranks and places. Still, against better judgement, when you open your mouth, you address him the way you would have 5 years ago.

“I see you’re still a little child, Jinyoung.”

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You’re phenomenal, he can’t keep from smiling. He’s unsurprised by your triumph tonight, he never expected anything less from you. Still, you’re captivating him. His gaze follows you on stage, hypnotized by your everything. He watches the glitters on your skin catch the light, listen to your voice in wonder and studies the fluidity of your movements.

Tonight, Jaebum’s filled with pride. He can’t think of a happier moment in his drab life than seeing you shine like this. Shine for both of you.

His eyes flicker to the blackness of Box 5, emotions switching abruptly. He’s supposed to be sitting there, comfortably enjoying his show, but instead he sits in his usual spot above the stage. The previous owner of the Opera always left this box empty, at his demand. The new ones though, ignored his letters. It means that Jaebum will have to make sure his legend precedes him, enough for them to do as they’re told by fear of reprisals.

He saw who took his Box, he clenches his jaw, angry; that arrogant new benefactor. Benefactor, he always hated that term. Being born in a high ranked family automatically makes you a good person for spending money you haven’t gained yourself. How tasteless.

Momentarily forgetting about the Opéra, he glares at the dark Box. Who’s that man? There was once a time when Jaebum couldn’t care less about who financed his Theater. Today, however, he finds himself overflown with unhealthy curiosity. He was there when that man interrupted your conversation, hiding behind the one-way mirror in your room. He saw your expression and heard everything, but he still can’t understand what happened.

After you talked back to him, the man left claiming you needed to get ready to go on-stage. He didn’t even leave his roses behind. Jaebum’s eyes narrow. Who does that conceited aristocrat prick think he is? Barging inside your dressing room and disrupting you before your big performance. Even worse, the encounter was wholly inappropriate. Meeting a lady alone in her room is not something a gentleman should be doing, and the stupid blond ballerina left so fast that there was no one to chaperon. What if someone saw him leaving and got bad ideas. He suddenly pales; what if that’s exactly what this disgusting Vicomte was there for? Without really meaning to, he growls under his breath. It wouldn’t be the first time a mécène tries to get intimate with a lead actress. Jaebum won’t allow it, ever.

This Jinyoung embodies everything he isn’t, and he already vehemently hates him for it. He’s rich, lavish, handsome, sheltered…

But worst of all, he seems to belong to your past. You shared something and perhaps he knows a part of you that Jaebum doesn’t.

His eyes dart down to the stage again, he observes you for a long minute.

No, Jaebum won’t allow this man in your life, ever.

L’Opéra [Mini Masterlist]

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02/24/18 :: second month of being engaged ( this ... .is .... so .... late ... ) 02/28/18 :: thirteen days before the wedding

“Is there anything you need? I will bring it for you.” He hummed over the phone while their manager drove the huge black van from their dorm. He was with some of his mates from the company hence the teasing was loud enough for it to be heard on the other line-- boys are boys, after all.

“Ah, stop the teasing!” He hissed to them, which gained loud laughter even from her. Still, he couldn’t help but grin to them. He is so in love.

“Just get your butt in here. They are bugging me about my husband to be.”

Her latter words got him flustered, though he still couldn’t help but smile widely. It was fulfilling: after all years of being together, it became official, finally. He won’t miss this chance ever. “Are you sure there isn’t anything else? I mean, since your cousins asked for Pledis Boys, so I am bring them--”

“Jeonghan, what are you doing--”

“Don’t worry! I don’t think they will make a mess!” then, the lads made a sheepish sound but gradually laughed because of the couple’s conversation about how they will cause commotion during the gathering.

She was shivering: not because of the weather but rather because of being anxious. Her mother noticed how she hasn’t wearing her traditional clothes and she kept on pacing back and forth. The older lady placed her hands on the younger’s shoulders and patted her gently with a reassuring mien when their gazes met on the mirror.

“What’s wrong? Don’t be so anxious. Your dad is talking to your father-in-law and your brother is assisting your mother-in-law,” her mother giggled subtly when she noticed how her daughter flushed with her words. Still, the lady gently patted the younger’s crown after she made the latter face her.

“Will they like me? Mom ... I’m worried.” Anxiousness was all over the younger’s features “this is the first time we are meeting them. Won’t his sister think bad of me?”

“You are perfectly fine, my child.” Her mother hushed her, “Everything will be alright. So now, let’s get ready, alright?” She smiled to her daughter gently when the latter nodded to her in response. “Are his members going here though? Your cousins are asking me.”

“Mom, are you sure its them asking? ... I think you got too mesmerized when they visited your restaurant one time.”

Her mother giggled again, “If I can, I’ll have them all as my sons-in-law, but I only have one daughter so--”

“Mom!”

“I’m just kidding!” and then, the mother laughed.

“I’m enjoying talking to your brother-in-law. He’s so witty!”

He couldn’t help but laugh over his mother’s remarks over the phone. It seemed like the in-laws were enjoying each others’ company already. It was then he perceived that the gathering was rather huge than they expected. Their family grew without them realizing, and now they are starting to build a family of their own, together.

“Mom, don’t forget that you have a witty son too!” He heard his mother laughing in his response, hence making him smile to himself. They were still on their way towards the gathering, and he couldn’t help but be a bit nervous since his family reached the venue before him. “I’m really sorry that you need to entertain them first than I do. My schedule just got tangled up in the last minute. I will repay you later!”

“Hush my son, they are now our family so no need to say that. I’m meeting your other labelmates here too and they are so young! Some are even younger than Chanie!”

He laughed over her mother’s comments again. “Mom, don’t make it sound that you are so old!” then, the lads with him in the black van reacted as well in agreement. The older lady couldn’t help but giggle over the phone and told him to relay her message.

“Tell them that their mother here is getting older with her first son getting married already!”

Hence, the males’ response: “Mom, don’t worry! We aren’t getting married yet!”

“Hey, that’s my mom!” the real son cheekily retorted, causing a loud reaction.

Everyone scattered the soonest they arrived the venue. He instantly went to his parents to greet them properly and coincidentally, her parents were with them already hence he greeted them as well too. It was just brief interactions and apologizing since there was a short delay with his group’s schedule.

“Is she inside?” He politely asked, while seeing how the in-laws were looking at each other with such mischievous smiles plastered on their features. They both nodded and hushed him away, in which he quickly did after excusing himself.

It didn’t took for so long when he reached her room-- his sisters-in-laws/labelmates were so in hurry for them to meet. They accompanied him until there and swiftly left even before he managed to say thank you to them. He couldn’t help but smile towards their liveliness and excitement.

He knocked twice and spoke gently, telling her it was him. When she didn’t answer, he checked if the door was closed before he slowly opened it and spoke again.

“Why aren’t you answering--” and he was halted when she finally appeared in front of him-- seemingly waiting for the door to be opened since she was there: standing still with her hands together and giving him a great sight of the traditional clothes, with shades of white and pink. Her hair was braided with a little small crown on her head.

“Are we getting married right now?”

“Namchin, what are you saying--”

“Let’s get married now.” he firmly said, “You seem like ready for our wedding already.”

“Yoon Jeonghan!” though, she couldn’t stop herself from laughing since his gaze didn’t leave her.

The crowd drifted to them the soonest the couple entered the place; with her hand anchored on his arm and their steps being in unison as they got applauded. The couple couldn’t help but smile widely to overwhelming love and joy they were receiving, seeing everyone watching them in front table made them realized that their most awaiting moment is nearing. Gradually, they will be one: body, heart and soul. And, no one will ever part them.

His hand held hers tightly as they bowed to everyone, and still held it while they were going one by one to each table. He wasn’t letting go of it, so did she to his hand. Together, they were greeting their guests with smiles and laughter, thank yous and congratulations, and accepting encouragements from them. It wasn’t yet the wedding yet it was already fluttering for the two of them.

He was so thankful to see her smiling brightly to everyone. And, she was so delighted that he was there to guide her to everyone.

Though, the couple was more thankful that their members were there to give more entertainment since they couldn’t handle attending to everyone all of once. It was a sort of a family gathering, after all. They watched how their relatives blend with people from their label and it even amused how they were making the whole venue alive.

“Look at Seungkwan, he’s so loud and bubbly,” she commented while they both laughed.

“He fits well with Eunwoo, I couldn’t believe I’d see this side of Eunwoo.” he added.

“Look at your parents,” she secretly pointed them with her lips, “they seemed enjoying having my brother around.”

His gaze shifted towards the direction she was pointing. Her brother was assisting his parents with their meals and keeping their entertained, along with her parents. It made them felt fluttering that their family members were enjoying each others’ company.

“Looks like we won’t have any problems since they won’t fight?” His half meant joke made them laughed subtly together. “Isn’t it nice?”

“Yes, it is,” she hummed happily, “I can have them take good care of the kids just in case they are so stubborn and wants to come to our honeymoon, too.”

“Oh,” then he cheekily grinned, “that sounds a great plan.”

“Are you tired?” She asked him while she fed him with a slice of cake she was having. “You didn’t even rest from your schedule.” then, she wiped the corner of his lips to remove the icing. Her eyes were glued on his features, trying to see how he was feeling.

He shook his head, however, and gently smiled to reassure her. “I’m fine, just seeing you happy energizes me already.” He cheekily grinned, though he ended up laughing when she rolled her eyes and hissed.

“I’m being serious!” the worried bride softly exclaimed with a little hit on his thigh. Her red tainted lips form a small pout since he was still laughing at her. “I know you’d say I’m being cute and funny but I’m worried, okay?”

“Aigoo, Mrs. Im, don’t worry, I mean--” sneakily, he leaned against her ear to whisper, “later you can move your hand a bit higher from where you hit me and help me relax for a bit, well if you don’t mind.”

Her cheeks redden hard: they are in public, after all. He couldn’t help but hit his thigh once again, which gained a loud laughter from him once more. She was glaring at him so much, since the two of them got some attention from others.

“It’s nothing!” both of them exclaimed in unison, though the guests proceeded with teasing.

“Hey! Don’t make a circle of two there! Interact with us!” someone exclaimed, then everyone laughed.

“You know what, you’re so loud,” she rolled her eyes again because he didn’t stop teasing and playing around her. He has been bugging her to kiss him briefly and, since they were still with everyone, she refused consistently. “We are in public, Yoon Jeonghan!” She hushed him while she stole glances if someone was watching them.

“It’s just a peck!” He whined, mischievously, “I mean if I have to wait at home, at least give me a longer one, and yeah,” then, he got kicked on his leg again because he kept on teasing her.

Later on, the guests decided to leave group per group. It was already getting late and they still needed to prepare since the wedding was even approaching sooner. It wasn’t the main event already, but rather a thankful gathering for some who wouldn’t be there for the wedding ceremony itself. It took an hour or so before their families decided to leave the venue already and it was their cue to leave as well.

He was assisting her all the way to the car that would drive them back home. He let her get in the car first before he moved on the other side to sit beside her. It didn’t take long before they reached the main street already. “You look so beautiful with your dress, honestly.”

“Really?” She was smiling up to her ears, a faint blush was evident to her cheeks. She was supposedly used to his compliments, yet a part of her still feels shy and gets her flushed every time he would randomly say things.

He nodded and took her hand with both of his hands, then he started rubbing the back of her hand with his hand. “You are so beautiful that I wanted to say I do to you already.” He laughed, somehow she couldn’t help but turned red even more.

“You know, I’d want to change your surname to mine, too,” he commented out of the blue, “do you want to get married outside the country instead so you can be a Yoon?”

She couldn’t help but laugh to his silliness, “You are so funny, nampyeon.” and, she continued giggling when she realized that he was being serious, “What? Not because I can’t change my surname because it was a law or rule to keep the family linage alive, it doesn’t mean I won’t be yours.”

He sighed in defeat, then gently caressed her cheek, “How can you be so wise and beautiful as you speak elegantly, hm? It makes me fall for you even more.”

“Stop being greasy and our driver can hear you,” then, they both heard how the man in front awkwardly chuckled.

“Sorry!” He exclaimed while both of them laughed.

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Lost Stars - Part 11

School was just as bad as you’d thought. Jungkook and Tae were secretly still fighting for your attention, constantly looking at you and trying to sit by you. Instead of giving in, you moved to sit by other people. One common denominator was Hoseok, since you already knew him to a point.

Jimin, over the time you’d been gone, had become so irritated with Jungkook’s and Tae’s now constant bickering that he’d isolated himself with Jihyun as his only company. Of course, once you’d returned, he allowed you to join their “new squad”.

Monday and Tuesday were the worst. Your lunch breaks were filled with all the horrific things Jungkook and Tae had done since you’d left. Jungkook had trashed Tae’s locker twice. Tae had thrown all of Jungkook’s work into the school’s toilets, it was so petty to say the least.

Wednesday was bearable. Two of your lessons became cancelled due to teacher illnesses so you got to spend more time with Jimin and Jihyun.

But one thing that was becoming more evident was time. You were running out of it. The wedding was now a month away. Your mother was absolutely frantic. Kijung was also permanently at home now, which only amplified her stress. You’d been counting the days since you’d last talked to either Tae or Jungkook and as time went on, you felt more and more empty.

You couldn’t avoid Jungkook forever. After all, he lived with you.

“I have an idea, why don’t you say what you have to to him while he’s sleeping? That way, you’ll have gotten it over and done with and he won’t even be able to argue.” Jimin suggested. “Isn’t that a little creepy?” You raised an eyebrow. “Not really. You know, if he’s not in REM sleep, there’s also a great chance he’ll hear you as well which will be a bonus.” “Sometimes I hate you.” “No you don’t.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

“Don’t tell me YOURE trying to seduce her, now.” Came Jihyun’s voice as he strode over holding a bag of cookies. “Oh yeah. Totally. And she’s so into it.” Jimin winked at you and then rolled his eyes at his brother. “You wish.” You laughed.

~^*^~

Your mother and Kijung had gone out to eat, while you had stayed home. Jungkook was asleep in his room. So you figured now would probably be the best time to say what you had to say. As crazy as it sounded, venting to him asleep was better than nothing.

So, heart in your throat, you quietly moved up the stairs and to the door of his bedroom. Gently, you twisted the handle and opened the door. The room was dimly lit and nothing you’d expected. The walls were blue, the carpet grey, and the walls were covered in posters of musicians and space related articles. In all fairness, you had to give the boy credit. You’d expected hundreds of pin ups all over the walls. Jungkook was a deeper person than you gave credit for.

“So… uh…” you whispered in a hushed tone, “this was Jimin’s idea. To say what I have to while you’re asleep. He insisted even though I find this so creepy. But… here goes. I’m sorry for saying I hate you. Because I don’t hate you. I guess that in that moment I was just really, really angry. I mean, you and my best friend were having a punch up and I got hit. I also want you to know that I’m trying to just figure everything out. But it’s confusing. I’d really like it if you’d apologise to Tae. And of course I want him to apologise to you as well…. and Jimin. You both need to apologise to Jimin for fighting over me and causing him stress. I don’t want to see you fighting each other over someone as… someone as unworthy as me. Both of you can do so much better… anyway. I guess I’m sorry. You’ll have to give me time to figure out what to do. Im really thinking about it. Really. I’ll.. just go…”

With that, you shut the door and wen downstairs, face blushing in embarrassment. At least you’d finally said what you wanted to.

As the door shut, Jungkook let out a sigh, rolling onto his back. Because he was facing the wall, you had no idea he was wide awake. He’d heard everything.

“Fuck.” He muttered, bringing his hands to cover his face, “fuck.”

~^*^~

The next day at school, the first thing Jungkook did was apologise to Jimin when he was alone. Of course, Jimin graciously accepted the apology and agreed to be friends again under the condition Jungkook sorted out his problems with Tae. This was where it was tricky.

Tae was still pretty angry with the whole situation and it took Hoseok, Jimin and Jihyun to convince him to have a civil conversation with Jungkook. Finally, though, they agreed to meet up in the band room after school to sort everything out.

“Listen, man,” Jungkook started, “I��m sorry. You’re such a cool dude and we shouldn’t let a girl get between our friendship. I’d love to just… to just start things over for a second time. What do you say?” “Look, I can’t forgive you for fucking up my beautiful face, but how about we go back to Jimin’s place and get our final anger out on a couple rounds of Halo?” “Sure.”

They shook hands before leaving the school, talking like they’d never fought in the first place.

~^*^~

While Jungkook and Tae played, Jimin disappeared to give you a call. He told you that they’d made up (because of you. Jungkook told him he heard you. But Jimin didn’t mention this to you). He also insisted you came round and hugged it out immediately.

So you found yourself wandering to Jimin’s house in your sweats, looking like a potato. You didn’t even need to knock on Jimin’s door because once you were close enough, Jihyun opened up. He watched as you went down to the basement and shut the door behind you since he was staying upstairs. When they saw you, Jungkook’s and Tae’s eyes lit up. You walked over, congratulating them before hugging them.

An hour or so later, you decided to leave and Tae asked if he could walk you home to talk to you. You agreed.

“You go up first. I have to grab my stuff.” He told you. “Okay.” You did as he said, Jimin following suit. Tae turned to Jungkook. “Just so you know, this doesn’t make us friends. You’re cool but I’m still going after her until I’m too old to continue. And even then I’ll peruse her. No hard feelings?” “No hard feelings? You might as well rip my heart out. You’re an actual dickhead do you know that?” Jungkook snapped. “Of course. But just for [First]s sake, let’s pretend to be friendly.” “Whatever, man, go.”

Tae’s plan was in motion, what he didn’t know was that Jungkook was literally 5 minutes behind him, watching him walk you home.

The walk home with Tae was quite nice at the start. He joked about little things, just like what he used to do before this mess. But around the half way mark, things got deep. He began talking about the situation at hand and how it made him feel and how it would relate to how you felt, too.

“Are you glad I made up with Jungkook? Because I sure am.” He said. “I guess so.” “You know, he said he realised he messed up and that I should go for it.” He announced smoothly, trying not to smirk. “Go for what?” “You.”

He cupped your face with his hands, smashing your lips together. Just like last time, your eyes were wide with shock. You were frozen. But then you pushed him away.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t do this, Tae. Not now.” “You said that last time. When can I?” “When I figure everything out!” “What do you mean?! You’re actually considering fucking your step-brother?! Do you realise how fucked up that actually is?!” “You think I don’t already know that?! Fuck, Tae! You’ve made everything so complicated again! Just go home!” Your voice was becoming louder. “FINE!” He roared, before crossing the road in anger and disappearing.

Jungkook watched from a distance, anger bubbling inside of him as he watched you wipe your tears away. For a split second, he thought he heard you say his name. But you turned away and stomp off home. He followed slowly, unable to shake the feeling is anger he held for Tae.

~^*^~

As he crept past your room, he could hear the muffled sobs. He paused. He lifted up his hand to knock. He sighed. Then lowered his hand. Now wasn’t the time. You were also ready so confused, he didn’t need to make it worse. He moved slowly back to his room, shutting the door and lying with his face buried into his pillow. He let out a scream. This was so unfair.

~^*^~

“Tae… are you that stupid?” “She’s the stupid on, Jimin. She’s actually considering it. Do you know how weird that is?” “There’s nothing weird about it. They’re two people who have feelings for each other. What’s wrong with that?” “Um, how about the fact they’re legally brother and sister?” “Not yet, Tae. They aren’t yet. But you know what is weird, the fact that she genuinely sees you as a brother in her life and you’re trying to get in her pants.” “I am not. I’ve liked her since I met her, you know that.” “Yeah and you also know you had your chance a couple of years ago when she had a crush on you.” “That’s not the point.” “It is, though. You had your chance and you missed it. Jungkook’s next in line.” “Are you my friend or what?!” “Of course I’m your friend. I’m just being honest instead of telling you what you’d prefer to hear. Tae this is [First]’s happiness that’s on the line right now. I can’t lie to you about what to do just so you’ll be happy.”

Tae groaned, standing up from the kitchen table and storming out. Jihyun watched from the stairs as Tae left, slamming the door behind him. Jimin was right - this was getting messy.

~^*^~

“[First], I need you to stay behind for a bit after school. You missed a lot of work and I want to ensure you’re caught up.” The teacher spoke, voice hushed. “Alright.”

You were drained of any energy you could have possibly had. Last night, you’d come to the conclusion that Jungkook was the one you wanted to progress with. Tae hadn’t shown up for classes and you were worried you’d completely ruined your friendship with him.

After another 40 minutes of the teacher droning on, it was almost over. You just had to get through the catch up session with your teacher and you were done for the day. Freedom was so close yet so far away. The clock ticked as the seconds passed by while your teacher continued teaching you new things.

As soon as the clock reached 4, you were let go.

~^*^~

The strumming of a guitar lead you to the music area of the school. You walked to the end of the hallway where the door was slightly ajar. Someone was inside playing.

A voice.

‘Please don’t see Just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies Please see me Reaching out for someone I can’t see’

You stepped forwards, pushing the door open a little more to see someone sitting in the centre of the now almost abandoned room. He was strumming a guitar, voice like gold. He lifted his head. It couldn’t be… it was Jungkook…

Take my hand Let’s see where we wake up tomorrow Best laid plans Are sometimes just a one night stand I’d be damned Cupid’s demanding back his arrow So let’s get drunk on out tears’

You couldn’t believe it. The voice of gold, it belonged to Jungkook of all people. There was no possible way. Your eyes were glued to his face as he sung. It was all too surreal.

As he continued the song, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. You couldn’t stop listening to the beautiful harmony he was creating.

'Who are we Just a speck of dust within the galaxy Woe is me If we’re not careful turns into reality Don’t you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer’

What?

Your mind went back to the kiss with Taehyung. Was it possible Jungkook saw you? But… was Tae really a lion? Was he truly a predator out to take you down?

Even through your thoughts, you continued to listen to Jungkook sing. And as you watched him play the chords, you knew what you had to do.

'And I thought I saw you out there crying And I thought I heard you call my name’

Your eyes widened, again, in completely and utter shock. There it was. Confirmation he’d seen you and Tae. You’d cried. You’d called for him to save you. But if he did, why didn’t he go to you? Why didn’t he rush over and hold you?

Thinking, you listened as he strummed along to the end of the song.

Letting him finish, you quietly moved into the room, then dropped to your knees at his feet. He didn’t notice your presence until you leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. His eyes widened in surprise, noticing it was you, then he melted into the kiss.

It truly blew you away at how simply perfect this kiss was. The music had built up so much atmosphere that the kiss was like the climax of the song, despite it finishing.

You pulled away from him for air.

“[First]…” “Don’t. I made up my mind. Just let me talk to Tae, and then everything will be okay.” You whispered. “Okay.” He leaned back down, connecting your lips with his once more, “let’s go home.”

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