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The Nutcracker Suite

Part V: The Mouse King's Castle

Pairing: Ju-ne/Koo Junhoe x You

Genre: Angst, Ballet!AU, Fluff, Regency!AU

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: N/A

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The Mouse King’s castle stood tall and proud. Towers made of polished, white marble stretched towards the sky. The walls were long and made of stone. There wasn’t much else to see from the south side of the castle. That must be why they never showed the back of castles in fairy tales. Mouse soldiers walked around the perimeter, spears clutched in their paws.

The group had ducked into the woods, making sure to stay out of the mice soldier's line of sight. They tied the horses to a tree, making sure they didn’t run off again. General Hanbin pulled out the map that the Sugar Plum Fairy had given them. He placed it down on the ground, securing it with some nearby rocks.

“Okay, the Sugar Plum Fairy said that there was a secret entrance a few yards away from the south wall. There, we’ll enter into a secret passageway hidden within the castle walls. She marked the path to take that will lead us to the north side of the castle. Somewhere there is his royal treasury. We should find the egg somewhere there.”

“Should? Are we not certain that’s where the egg is?” Y/N said.

“The Sugar Plum Fairy hasn’t ever seen the egg or inside the castle,” Lieutenant Donghyuk explained. “She did her best to try and remember what the Mouse King’s said before. She helped us the best she could.”

General Hanbin rolled the map up before returning it to his sack. He slung it over his shoulder, making sure it was secured before leading the group away from the woods. They had to back-track slightly before the general led them down a steep hillside. The Uncrossable Seas were next to the hill, its waters sloshing along the grass. Next to the hill was a curtain of vines and leaves.

The General pushed the curtain aside to reveal a dark and damp tunnel. Ju-ne took Y/N’s hand as they entered the tunnel. It was dark--dark and quiet. The only sound was the ocean outside, and their footsteps as they stepped on the soaked, moss covered ground. The air around them was thick as they continued through the tunnel.

“Be careful,” General Hanbin called back. “We should be coming up to the secret passageway soon.”

And they were. Soon the soft moss ground changed to hard stone. The air was no longer thick with moisture, but thick with dust. The ocean sounds faded into a deafening nothingness. Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls--the only source of sound outside their breathing. Torches lined the walls, lighting the group’s way. Ju-ne kept a firm grip on Y/N’s hand, looking back once in a while to make sure she was still there with them.

Up ahead of them was a dead end. Lieutenant Donghyuk went to the front of the group, placing his ear against the wall. He knocked on the stones in a few different places before stepping back. Ever so carefully he pushed on one side of the wall. With a loud groan, the wall began to slowly spin, revealing the inside of the castle.

The group rushed through the entrance before the wall fell back into place, as if it had never been touched. The inside of the castle was exactly as you’d expect a castle to look. Soft carpets covered the floor under them. Priceless nicknacks were strategically placed on tables along the hallway. Paintings of kings and queens of old covered the walls. Gas lanterns gave the hallway a dim glow. The only thing missing was the servants and courtiers, but Y/N supposed the Mouse King had gotten rid of them.

“Okay, there’s two main corridors on the north side,” General Hanbin said, pulling the map from his sack. “We’ll divide into teams of two, then search for the egg. We’ll meet back here once we’ve finished searching. If none of us have found it, then we’ll have to search the entire castle. Understood?” Everyone nodded. “Excellent. Lady Y/N and the Nutcracker will take this corridor, Lieutenant Donghyuk and I will take this one.” General Hanbin put the map back in his sack before turning to the Lieutenant.

The four split up and went their separate ways. Ju-ne and Y/N went down their corridor, poking their heads into the different rooms. Most were empty bedrooms, cabinets, and bathrooms. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, turning this way and that. The doors became fewer and fewer the further they went along.

At one point there was a split in the corridor. One could either continue to go straight, or venture off towards the left. Ju-ne and Y/N stopped, looking down both hallways. They both appeared identical from a first glance. They needed to check every room they could, but going together would take too much time. The longer they remained in the castle, the more likely they were to be caught.

“You take the corridor on the left. I’ll continue straight,” Y/N said, glancing at Ju-ne briefly before she started walking. He barely caught her wrist and pulled her back to him. He stared down at her, eyes focused on her, reading her. Y/N felt her heartbeat pick up the longer he stared at her. He seemed to have that effect on her, making her sweat and heat up. In fact, it actually infuriated her how good he was at leaving her head in a blissfully fuzzy state of being.

“Absolutely not,” he finally said. He was also very good at telling her “no”. She pulled her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest. “If something happens to you and I’m not there I--” He struggled to finish his sentence, staring at her hopelessly. “We need to stay together.” Y/N’s gaze softened slightly. She could never find it in her to be in a sour mood when those big, brown eyes were staring at her.

“I understand your concern, but if we don’t split up, we’ll be here forever. Then we shall most definitely be caught. No, we must split up. Once we’ve checked all the rooms, we’ll meet right back here. Okay?” Ju-ne looked like he wanted to argue, but one look from Y/N had him nodding his head in agreement. She smiled triumphantly before continuing, alone, down the corridor.

The longer she traveled alone, the more paranoid she began to feel. She tried not to look at the paintings that lined the walls. Every time she glanced up, it was like those black, unmoving, abysses were staring down at her. She swallowed thickly, wrapping her arms around herself. She took deep breaths, letting her mind focus on everything else.

Domestic thoughts began to take over her head. Thoughts of Sunday morning brunches, picnics in an amazing and lucious garden, reading as it poured outside, and even thoughts of children. These were thoughts she rarely had, unless she was reading a rather romantic book, but they floated around in her head nonetheless. And they all circled around one individual.

Up ahead, at the very end of the corridor, was a singular door. The corridor ended with the room. There were no other hallways to turn down or rooms to explore. Y/N’s steps seemed to slow down the closer she got to the door. Her breathing became shallow as every part of her being became hyper aware of everything around her. Only when she was right outside the door did she finally stop.

The door seemed to loom over her like a shadow. It both beckoned and cast her away. She turned around briefly, pondering if she should walk away. She shook the thought from her head. Everyone was counting on her: the Sugar Plum Fairy, Jiwon, Jinhwan, Lieutenant Donghyuk, General Hanbin, Ju-ne… Pushing her own selfish thoughts aside, she slowly turned the door knob.

The door swung open with a surprising amount of ease. It was completely dark inside--dark and quiet. Ever so slowly, Y/N stepped in, leaving the door ajar to cast some light in the room. It looked like an office of sorts. There was a long table with a chair at the end, closest to Y/N. In fact, that’s all there seemed to be in the mysterious room. She frowned, her body slumping slightly. Something felt wrong. There was something in Y/N’s mind telling her this was wrong, but she couldn’t figure out why.

Slam!

Turning around, Y/N found herself in complete darkness. She rushed back to where the door had been, but she couldn’t seem to find a door handle. Panic filled her as she tried to look around the room, yet no matter how long she stared, her eyes couldn’t seem to adjust. She began to bang on the door, calling out for help.

“They aren’t going to hear you.” Each word was drawn out unnecessarily as, ever so slowly, light began to fill the room.

She kept her face towards the wall, her spine straightening. Her hands rested flat, as her eyes remained downcast. She knew that voice. Slowly she turned around.

The Mouse King sat at the other end of the table, his small crown atop his head. His elbow rested on the arm of the chair as the magic sceptor laid on the table in front of him. He was staring at her, but his gaze almost seemed bored. As if her being here was nothing more than a dip in his day.

“Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair in front of her. She sat down, keeping her eyes trained on him. Her breathing was steady, but her heart pounded in her chest. She wondered faintly if he could hear it. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. “Remarkable.”

“Excuse me?” Her voice was clear and sharp.

“Remarkable. Don’t think I forgot our last encounter. The bump on the back of my head is a constant reminder of who you are.” He winced slightly. She smirked, watching as he stood from his chair, swiping the scepter off the table. “You and I have quite a few things to discuss, Lady Y/N.”

“How do you know my name?” she inquired, standing up. They slowly began pacing around the table, eyes locked. He chuckled slightly, shaking his long head. “Do I amuse you, your Majesty?”

“Not particularly. But she does.” He waved the scepter, and an image of the Sugar Plum Fairy appeared. She was pacing the length of her room, clearly frustrated. “She still thinks that I can’t see her, as if her magic can hide her from me.” He waved and the image disappeared. He turned back towards Y/N. “As I said, you and I have quite a few things to discuss.”

“That we do,” she conceded. “For starters, that doesn’t belong to you.” She watched as he went to the nearby fireplace, using it to start a roaring fire. The flames danced across his face as a stoic look took over.

“No, it does not,” he agreed. “It belonged to the Emperor, and in his absence, it belongs to his son. Your precious nutcracker.” The Mouse King shook his head and let out a deep sigh. “You must understand, I am not the bad guy.”

“You think so? From where I’m standing, you seem to fit the role quite well,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes. I suppose she has painted the image perfectly. Evil and power-hungry. Nothing is more convincing than taking your own traits and projecting them onto someone else. Especially when that other person is innocent and doesn’t see what’s going on.” He turned to her, paw clenched around the scepter. “I would like to tell you a story, Lady Y/N.”

“Why should I listen to a word you say?”

“Because if you ever wish to see your nutcracker again, you’ll sit and listen.” His voice was calm, but his black eyes flashed red, causing her to take a couple steps back. Surprised, she sat down, but her eyes stayed on him and her body was rigid.

“Not too long ago, the Emperor announced that he would no longer be ruling over us, that his time as the emperor had passed. His power would be passed down to his heir, and everyone was apprehensive. The Prince was aloof and politically inept, but we couldn’t disobey the Emperor. Until the Prince was of proper age, the reigning Sugar Plum and I were to keep order amongst the empire.

“The Sugar Plum Fairy grew impatient. I tried to talk with her, to get her to see reason, but she refused. I could tell she was growing too fond of her temporary power. Maybe if I had voiced my concerns, things wouldn’t have progressed the way they did.

“I happened to be wandering the palace late one night, unable to sleep, when I noticed the Prince’s door ajar. I stepped inside to find the Sugar Plum Fairy standing over him as he laid fast asleep. I shall spare you any more details.

“I had forced her out of the palace and seized the scepter from her. What I hadn’t realized was that while I was busy holding in my concerns, she had convinced the courtiers and servants that I craved the crown myself. That being a reigning Lord hadn’t been enough for me. I, unfortunately, only cemented her words when I threw her from the palace.

“I knew that, given the chance, she’d go after the Prince. To keep him safe, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned him into a nutcracker and sent him far away, claiming he had perished. What I hadn’t expected was for him to fall into the lap of a girl. I hadn’t expected him to find you, but maybe now things can be righted.”

“What makes you think I’d believe a word you said?” Her heart was pounding in her chest as she listened to him.

“Why did you take the key from her room?”

A small gasp left her mouth as she fought the urge to reach for it. They watched each other for several minutes. There was conflict inside her. After all, what he said was completely plausible. On the other hand, as he had said himself, nothing is more convincing than taking your own traits and projecting them onto someone else.

He lifted the scepter above him, and the one thing she’d been looking for appeared on the table before her. It was a small, ornate egg, covered in gold and precious gems. Her mouth fell open as she stared at it. There it was, the one thing she needed to defeat him and return home, just within reach, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to grab it. She glanced over to him.

“Take it,” he said, waving the scepter again so the door reappeared. “Take it to Ju-ne.”

She snatched the egg off the table and ran out the door, nearly collapsing in the hallway. When she turned around, the door was gone. Her hand went to her pocket, where she could feel the outline of the key. She let out a breath, placing the egg into the pocket of her dress skirt.

She made her way through the castle, back to where she and Ju-ne agreed to meet. She waited for a few minutes, but after a while, it seemed like he wasn’t coming. Curiously she went in search of General Hanbin and Lieutenant Donghyuk, yet where everyone agreed to meet, they couldn’t be found. She nearly smacked herself in the face. Of course the Mouse King had been distracting her.

She blew out a puff of air and began her search of the castle. She went through many corridors, yet they all seemed to lead back to where she started, but even after a while she couldn’t remember where she started. Everything seemed the same and yet nothing was familiar. Paintings seemed to move and doors disappeared as soon as you turned.

She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. She had to think of something before it was too late. She scooted over to the nearby wall and pressed her ear against it. She slowly lifted her hand and began knocking various places.

Further down than where she’d been sitting, where she knocked sounded hollow. Summoning all her might, she shoved her shoulder into the wall. It swung with surprising ease and she tumbled into another area of the castle.

No more endless halls, she came to a second floor with a railing that peered down. Looking down she saw two mouse guards in front of a door. She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking around. She walked along the railing until the room was below her and she could no longer see the soldiers.

What she did see was a solution. Taking a pin from her hair, she crouched down to undo the lace of her boot. She tied each end of the lace to a pole along the railing. She placed the pin in the center and aimed for a vase in the opposite room. She exhaled softly, letting the pin go. It flew, knocking the vase off the shelf and drawing the soldiers away. She ran to a nearby velvet drape and slid down it. She shook her rug burned hands and quickly stepped into the room, being sure to shut the door quietly.

Her face fell as she discovered the room was empty. Her shoulders slumped as she backed herself against the door. Fooled, once again. She wanted to shout. What was the point of placing guards in an empty room? To trick her of course. Now that she was in the room, she either had to stay or risk being caught by the guards.

She pushed herself away from the door. There had to be a way out, like in the hallways. After all, that was his game: rats in a maze. She went to walk to the other side of the room and fell backwards. She rubbed her forehead, reaching a tentative hand out.

There was an invisible wall before her, cutting the room in half. It felt like glass.She let out a mirthless laugh. She went over to grab a nearby torch and went to smash it against the wall. The wall shattered and revealed the second half of the room. Still empty, there was at least another door. Dropping the torch, she opened the door.

It revealed a set of stone stairs leading up. Picking up her skirts, she began her climb. There were no windows and the only lights came from the torches that appeared just as the light from the last one nearly disappeared. She continued to climb until she came to a second door.

She pushed it open and found General Hanbin, Lieutenant Donghyuk, and Ju-ne in the room looking miserable and angry.

“Ju-ne!” She ran to him and threw her arms around his wooden neck, nearly laughing.

“Y/N? How did you find us?” He pulled away from her slightly, mouth open. She waved his question away.

“Lady Y/N, are we glad to see you!” Lieutenant Donghyuk bowed his head, a genuine smile on his face. General Hanbin nearly nodded.

“I’m so happy to have found you all, but we can’t stay here. Any longer and I fear the Mouse King shall try something else to prolong our visit,” she said. She turned towards the door. There was no guarantee that they wouldn’t be caught. Inside the room was rope, probably used to tie them up and a window overlooking the woods at the edge of a cliff that dropped into the Uncrossable Seas. Even on a clear day, the waters looked violent.

“I can see the gears in your head turning. What is it, Y/N?” Ju-ne asked.

“How well can you swim?” she inquired, stepping away from the window.

“Irrelevant. I’m made of wood. Why do you ask?”

“I have an idea, but it’s mad.” She told them her idea, and seeing no alternative, they all reluctantly agreed.

Lieutenant Donghyuk took his elbow and smashed the window out, pushing out any spare shards as best he could. General Hanbin was the first to exit, holding fast onto the rope as Lieutenant Donghyuk followed. Both men were arguing with each other as Ju-ne pulled Y/N to the side.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I know staying here is dangerous, but at least you know you’d be… okay.” The word he wanted to say refused to leave his mouth. She smiled sweetly, placing a hand on his arm.

“If you think this has been the most terrifying part of my day, I envy you.”

“I am a nutcracker.” They smiled at one another before he stepped away to climb out the window. She followed suit and once they were all outside, they jumped.

The waters were harsh, cold, and relentless in their assault against the group. As they plunged into the black depths of the Uncrossable Seas, an unseeable force kept them down. Y/N struggled as she fought her way back to the surface. Slowly she made her way back to the surface as her lungs screamed for air.

Once she broke the surface she gasped, only to be thrown back down into the water. She resisted the urge to shout and shut her eyes. She pushed herself back to the surface and fought to keep her head above the thrashing water.

Ju-ne was nearby, on his back, as the water failed to drag him underneath. She swam towards him, throwing herself over his torso as he bobbed. He brought his hand to her back, rubbing it gently. She turned slightly, catching sight of the green military jacket. Using him as a board, she pushed them to the jacket where General Hanbin was struggling to stay afloat.

She pulled him over Ju-ne’s torso and began her search for Lieutenant Donghyuk. She couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. The longer they stayed floating, the more she worried. Unable to wait any longer, she pushed off of Ju-ne. He went to grab her, but she slipped through his grasp.

She dove into the waters, allowing the waves to push her further down. She swam out several yards, ignoring her need for oxygen, when she spotted the bright red pants. She swam towards him, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him up towards the surface. The water fought against her, but she fought back twice as hard.

Soon the pair broke the surface, gasping for air. General Hanbin maneuvered Ju-ne’s body towards them and helped her drape the Lieutenant across him. They pushed his body towards the nearby shore, where the horses were waiting for them.

“Lieutenant Donghyuk?” Y/N shook him gently, before pressing harshly onto his stomach. He began coughing up water, turning to his side as he choked. She gave his back several firm pats as he slowly regained his ability to breath. “Welcome back, Lieutenant.”

“That’s twice now you’ve saved my life.” He gave her a weak smile. His voice was hoarse from all the salt he swallowed. “Please, call me DK.”

“As you wish.”

“It’s almost nightfall,” General Hanbin called. “We’ll go a little further into the woods and make camp.” He grabbed his horse and wasted no time in marching into the woods. Ju-ne and Y/N helped DK onto his horse, then grabbed Cinnamon and Cocoa to follow the General into the woods.

As General Hanbin set up a fire for DK to rest by, Y/N took a seat on a nearby log next to Ju-ne. He was staring down at the ground. Their backs were to the others.

“It was a waste to come here. We almost died, and we didn’t get the egg.” Ju-ne let out a sigh, resting his head in his hand. She bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the others were still occupied. She reached into the pocket of her dress and produced the golden egg. His mouth fell open as he looked at it. “How did you--”

“The Mouse King gave it to me. He knew we were coming to get it, and he knows where the Sugar Plum Fairy is. He told me a lot of things, but before we do anything else, we need to know what’s in this egg.” She pulled out the small key and placed it in his hand. “This is your birthright. Not hers.”

Ever so slowly, he put the key into the small hole and turned it until a series of clicks echoed. He opened the egg and revealed a mirror. It was simple, yet deeply profound as he stared into it.

“But, I don’t understand.”

“Can’t you see?” she said, moving to crouch in front of him. “It’s you who’s going to save us. You are your kingdom’s greatest strength. You don’t need anyone but yourself.”

“How can you be so sure? You’ve heard what everyone’s said about the prince. They believe they’re better off without me.”

“And look how well you being gone has turned out for them.” She stood up, placing her hands on her hips. She garnered the attention of General Hanbin and DK, both of whom were watching with confusion. “You are Prince Koo Junhoe. The pity party is over. We’re returning to the Safe Haven and we’re ending this war. Once and for all.”

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Swan Song, part one

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers

Count: 2781

Warnings: None

Synopsis: After an unexpected encounter with your childhood best friend Junhoe, years after drifting apart, your rekindled friendship blooms anew. However, life takes a turn when he asks you to pen an article for his upcoming wedding. And as you become entangled in his personal life, you find yourself catching feelings for him, but a concealed secret behind his decision to abandon his idol career is soon to be unveiled by you.

It was a dreary, rain-soaked afternoon and you found yourself carrying a couple of grocery bags, each lightly dampened by the persistent drizzle. The rain had already drenched your umbrella, rendering it almost useless. You let out a sigh and quickened your pace, hoping to reach your apartment before the rain grew heavier. Upon crossing the street, you noticed an old record store nestled between a quaint cafe and a cozy bookstore. You glanced up and saw its faded sign bore the name “Good Oldies,” and a sudden sense of nostalgia washed over you. 

“Should I?” you asked yourself with some hesitation. You looked at the groceries in your hands for a moment before a faint smile appeared on your face. Despite them weighing you down, curiosity got the better of you.

You pushed open the creaky door of the record store. A soft bell tinkled above as you stepped in, greeted by the familiar scent of old vinyl and the gentle hum of music playing on a vintage turntable. Rows upon rows of vinyl records filled the store, their covers adorned with vibrant artwork and the promise of forgotten melodies. You set your grocery bags down and began flipping through the albums, each one a portal to a different era. Lost in the world of music, you finally settled on a Billie Holiday record, its cover portraying the singer's side view posing behind a purplish background. As you held the record in your hands, your eyes caught a tall figure browsing by the “Rock” section in the next aisle. Aside from the cashier patiently waiting at the counter, only the two of you were the customers inside. You couldn't help but stare at the mysterious man in front of you. He was wearing jeans, paired with a matching brown corduroy blazer and a baseball cap. You could see him picking up a Bob Dylan record and once he turned around, you glanced up to see his face clearly.

You froze, your eyes fluttered rapidly.

Even if you could only see half of his face you surely recognized him. A jumble of emotions rushed through you – surprise, longing? A twinge of anxiety. 

Is it really him? No it's definitely him! Should I approach him? What if he doesn't recognize me?

Without further thought, you took a deep breath and cleared your throat. He was about to walk towards the counter when your voice broke through the soft veil of background music in the sparsely populated store. 

“Junhoe?” you called.

Junhoe halted and took a glimpse at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

Your heart sank, but you pressed on moving closely to him. “It's me, Y/n. We used to live next door to each other when we were kids.”

Junhoe turned to face you completely.

“Y/n?” he mumbled.

Familiarity dawned on him as he began examining the stranger standing before him – from the contours of your face, to the soft curve of your cheeks. Your long ebony hair, still dampened from the rain. Your eyes were bright, widened in astonishment. He saw you wearing a long white sundress covered in an oversized baby pink coat, a Lady Satin album in your hands.

You were his childhood best friend, until he dropped out in middle school and left for the city to pursue his dreams. You were the one he promised to call and write but never did. When did he forget about you? He couldn't even remember. Junhoe tried to navigate through his lost memories of you, and for some unknown reason, he found comfort in recalling how you used to exude a carefree spirit when you two were still young. You were one of the boys in the neighborhood and never changed your circle of friends, even when you all started attending school up to your adolescence. He fondly remembered how, during your escapades together, you would match your energy with him and the boys in the group effortlessly. Being the eldest among the six of them, you naturally assumed the role of an older sister. You  became their protector against mean kids if any of them were bullied.

Junhoe's gaze lingered on the subtle changes in your style, the way your clothing reflects your femininity. Your posture now carried a touch of maturity but your features still looked youthful, untouched by the passage of time. Gone was the Y/n who hunted for frogs and insects with him in her tees and chucks.

Junhoe didn't notice he had likely gotten lost in his thoughts for a tad too long. He witnessed how the sparkle within your deep brown eyes dimmed slightly, and how you looked down with embarrassment after not receiving a response from him. It caused him a sense of mild panic. He was like a startled bird as he realized he had forgotten to speak.    

“Y/n? Is that really you?” Junhoe's response came out nervously, but a slowly growing smile followed.

Your demeanor shifted as relief swept over you; a grin spread across your face. “Yes, it's me! I can't believe it's you too!”

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“You didn’t have to pay for it, you know.” you said shyly to Junhoe, pertaining to the album he bought for you from the record store. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you and Junhoe sat across from each other in a secluded corner of the coffee shop. The clinking of cups and hushed conversations along with the playing jazz melody formed as a gentle backdrop to your reunion.

“It's not free! You're paying for my coffee.” Junhoe teased, earning a laugh from you.

“You bet it's my treat today!” you nodded with a grin. There was a brief pause when you added,“Thank you Junhoe for coming here with me. I'm not taking too much of your time, am I?”

Junhoe shook his head. “Oh no Y/n! I'm actually on a vacation right now. I was here just a few days ago.”

So this is why he's back. You mused.

Taking a sip from the hot caramel macchiato you ordered, you had a chance to observe Junhoe over the brim of your cup – the white undershirt suited his ensemble that day. You knew the baseball cap perched casually on his head was not just a simple accessory. It created a shield of privacy around him from the curious gazes of onlookers given the fact that Junhoe was still a celebrity. You didn't mind ordering for him. You knew he wanted to pick a spot away from the prying eyes of customers, hence to where the two of you are now nestled. It offered a discreet setting to catch up after all those years.   Junhoe peeked through the misty glass of the cafe's window, where the rain seemed to have turned into light pattering before he glimpsed back at you.

“It's been so long, Y/n. I can't believe we're sitting here after all these years.”

You beamed at him and set your coffee down on the tabletop, “I know, right? Life has taken us on such different paths.”

Junhoe's expression shifted, a hint of remorse tugging at his sharp features. “Y/n, I feel terrible for not keeping in touch, especially considering how close we were.”

Your gaze softened, but your smile was unwavering. “It's okay, Junhoe. You were chasing your passion and you built a new life for yourself outside this town. Not all of us were headed in the same direction anyway. It genuinely made me happy to see you thriving. I've always been proud of you, Junhoe.”

A sudden curiosity piqued Junhoe. 

“Proud?” he repeated, his brows creasing from what you had told him.

“How do I say this…” you uttered, your sight dipping to the stain of your lipstick in your coffee cup as if seeking solace. You felt a pang of embarrassment tickling the edges of your consciousness, a quiet voice whispering the fear that your actions might be misconstrued. You didn't want him to think you were some sort of fervent, overzealous stalker. A faint blush tinted your cheeks, your fingers fidgeted nervously with the fabric of your dress.

”I followed your journey as a singer Junhoe. Your rise to fame was like a whirlwind. Your voice was everywhere.” you divulged. “I even went to some of your concerts to be honest.”

Junhoe's awe hung in the air from your confession, yet he held no judgement from it. He was grateful, flattered to say the least.

Junhoe's lips formed into a warm smile.

“I wish I had known that, Y/n. Thank you.” he said to you with care.

“But I’m definitely not a saesang or anything.” you reassured him. You didn’t dare to meet Junhoe’s eyes because sharing this information with him made you feel exposed, yet you continued, “You were the closest friend I ever had, and I guess I've always clung to the belief that your dreams would come true. Regardless of the passing years and not hearing anything from you, you still have a special place in my heart.”

Junhoe began to feel the weight of your words, a surge of sorrow and regret engulfed him. He reflected on how your connection with each other in the past was unbreakable. His inseparability with you was the envy of the other boys in your circle. You had always favored him, making your bond together a more special one. You stood by him, especially during his appearances in school talent shows and local town festivals. You consistently supported him to the point where you recorded his audition tapes sent to entertainment companies. Junhoe got accepted by YG Entertainment eventually, and your joy that day for him was immeasurable. You even brought the boys with you to accompany him on his first day of training to the company.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n.” Junhoe stated, his face grim. “You know, during those years, I was so caught up with the hectic demand of my career. I lost contact with a lot of people, including you.” Junhoe was struggling to find the right words, knowing that they might come across as excuses for not reaching out for such a long time. Yet, they were the only words he could muster.

The fervent pursuit of Junhoe's dream to become a singer, resulted in his connections to slip away like grains of sand through his fingers. The  rigors of his training consumed his time and energy, leaving little room to see or talk to his circle of friends. Gradually, Junhoe started living at the company's dormitory which made him more detached from them. Their relationship began to fray due to his lack of communication – the letters he'd forgotten to read, calls gone to voicemail and most importantly the highlights of his friends' lives he missed out on knowing and witnessing, causing both sides to finally dwindle into silence. As Junhoe marched toward his debut, the overwhelming preparation and anticipation completely absorbed him. The spotlight of the stage beckoned, and the weight of his ambition denied him the opportunity to look backwards. The vortex of his rise to fame kept him farther from his roots. Recording sessions, photo shoots, TV appearances and tours became the center of his everyday life. It cast him into a turbulence of events that seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. The adoration of fans, the flashes of cameras and the cheers of crowds all consumed his focus. The memories of his friends back in his hometown became a blur, their faces fading like distant constellations in the night sky.

The realization of how you held onto your belief that he would achieve his aspirations, had affected Junhoe in some kind of way. Your persistence in tracking his path as a singer astounded him. He was profoundly moved how you cherished your friendship after such a long period of being apart.

However at that exact moment, a haunting thought emerged within Junhoe, creeping into the recesses of his mind like an uninvited guest. In your presence, a world he had thought he'd left behind reignited, casting a shadow of pain over him. A bittersweet memory of a dream that had once been within his grasp, disappeared as swiftly as a fleeting breath.

You returned your attention back to Junhoe. It was not your intention to cause him any negative feelings.

“Please don't feel bad, Junhoe.” you pleaded. “We were kids, and circumstances changed. I never held it against you.”

Junhoe had somehow found consolation in your words, although a subtle ache still persisted beneath the surface.

“Thank you, Y/n. That means a lot to me.” he said sincerely. 

“I know this may sound too much Junhoe, but I knew then you were destined to be a singer. You weren't meant to be stuck in this town like me.” you declared. “That’s why it made me sad when you retired from music. You were at the peak of your career, but I truly get it and I still support you pursuing other things.”

Junhoe leaned back in his chair and looked at the momentarily forgotten coffee on the table, as if searching for the right answer. He was torn between vulnerability and a desire to protect the fragile facade he had built. He wrestled between overwhelming emotions, a torrent of memories he had forgotten now resurfacing. A cascade of what-ifs and maybes flooded his mind, reminding him of the dreams he had once harbored.

Junhoe offered a fleeting smile, a fragile acknowledgment that your words touched a chord within him. But he remained guarded, his response veiled by the walls he had erected to secure himself from the agonizing truth he had long concealed.

“You're kind to say that.” Junhoe murmured softly, his gaze now meeting yours. His voice carried a weight of both resignation and yearning, a silent plea for understanding. It was a response that revealed the depth of his struggle, a battle between the echoes of his dreams and the reality he had come to accept.

“I'm into writing poetry now, Y/n. I’ve published a few books and it’s been therapeutic for me.” Junhoe revealed. “I guess, I’m still part of the music industry. I occasionally produce music for my fellow artists.”

“That’s amazing Junhoe!” you responded, providing him with warm encouragement. “It's incredible how you continue to explore and evolve as an artist. I wasn’t lucky to obtain a copy of your last book though, it got easily sold out!”

Junhoe appreciated your attempt to inject a lighthearted laugh into the conversation, as a means to thaw the seriousness of it. But talking about himself had begun to tire him out, prompting him to steer the discussion to you.

“Enough of me Y/n, how have you been?” Junhoe asked. “Are you still friends with Hanbin and the other boys?”

“Me? Oh, I'm also a writer like you, but it's for a local lifestyle magazine.” You shared, your voice laced with enthusiasm as you seamlessly followed along with his transition of topic. “And yes, I’m still friends with the boys. Hanbin now teaches elementary school kids. Would you believe that?”

“Wow! Really?” Junhoe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yeah. Yun works as a master chef at a fancy hotel in Seoul. As for Jiwon, he has his own family already. Him and Dong both resided in the US after graduation, but they live in different states. Dong has his own dance studio somewhere in LA.”

A comfortable atmosphere began to envelop the two of you, and Junhoe felt his shoulders visibly relax as he listened to your stories about your childhood friends. It offered a refreshing change from his life in the spotlight. Engaging to hear every detail of their lives, he couldn't help but recognize how much he missed them and how happy it made him that they were all doing so well through the years.

Until a specific event sparked in Junhoe's mind, inspiring him to extend an invitation to you. He saw this as an opportunity to keep the rekindled connection you both shared, a bond he was determined not to let fade away as he had done in the past.

“Y/n, would you be interested in joining me for an art exhibit tomorrow night? Feel free to bring Hanbin and your other friends as well, if you'd like.” Junhoe asked you excitedly.

A glint appeared in your eyes upon hearing the kind gesture. “I would love to Junhoe! That's wonderful because I like art a lot.“

“That's great, Y/n! I'll text you the address.“ Junhoe replied cheerfully, looking forward to seeing you again.

[duahauuoplanh]

Scenes and camera angles in King the Land that didn't make to the final cut.

[jaesincorrectquotes]

𝙝𝙚𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

|| Picture: taken from google

|| Fandom: Extraordinary Attorney Woo

|| Pairings: Lee Jun-ho x Attorney!Reader

|| Setting: (made my own) Its before the trial. And the case Attorney!Reader is working with

|| Series, Oneshot, Blurb, Incorrect

|| Author's Note: Here! A request from an anon. I hope you like it.

|| Type: Mostly fluff, established relationship

|| Warning: TW! Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of rape. TW! Please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable or triggers you in any way.

|| Minors Do Not Interact - MDNI

|| Story below the cut

It was a nerve-wracking day. It was the first day of the trial of one of your cases. You were the attorney for the victim, or more like the victim's mother. The case was about rape and murder. The victim's mother, Oh Soyeon, said that the victim's boyfriend, Min Keon was the one who raped and murdered her child, whose name was Oh Miyeon.

I looked out to see that we have already arrived at the court.

"Jagiya, we should get going. Its almost time." I heard a voice beside me.

"Oh. Jun-ho oppa (shush. dont mind this. -jae)." Yes. My boyfriend, Lee Jun-ho. He is a colleague of mine, which is actually how we met. It was my first day, and i spilled coffee on him, typical. Anyways, back to present time. "Im nervous. What if i cant being justice to Oh Miyeon?"

Jun-ho turned my head so that I was looking at him. "Jagi, hey, you got this. So stop worrying and lets go in alright. The trial will start in 30 minutes."

You looked at him, opened the car door, and said "Thank you for being in my life and supporting me. I love you."

*Time Skip* You and Jun-ho were now in the court room.

"Jagi!" You looked behind you to see Jun-ho mouth to you "hey, you got this."

|| Author's Note: Sorryyy..this was so awful TvT. Btw, Q&A is still open.

[dwaekkithecheesecakesmh]

2PM TEXTS ONE-SHOTS

Boyfriend! 2PM reacts to Y/N calling their name

Jun. K

Nichkhun

Taecyeon

Wooyoung

Junho

Chansung

[oraclekleo]

Junho (2PM) - Kinky Tarot Reading

Disclaimer:

All celebrity readings have purely entertainment nature

I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirty Secret

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Jun Ho

Stage Name: Junho

Group: 2PM

DOB: 25.01.1990

Blood Type: A

MBTI: INFJ

Sun Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Sign: Earth Snake

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: 2PM

Junho (2PM) - Kinky

Full Name: Lee Jun Ho Stage Name: Junho Group: 2PM DOB: 25.01.1990 Blood Type: A MBTI: INFJ Sun Sign: Aquarius Chinese Sign: Earth Snake Life Path Number: 9

Spread / Question: Kinky Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle

Position - 2 of Pentacles, Determination

Junho is pretty much used to managing his life on his own. He might not be willing to give his control out, not even for his lover’s sake. He’s not exactly despotic but he has the authority of a man who’s sure of his opinions and values and he’s very likely to ask for respect from his lover. His word is the law. Junho is not here to debate about his core customs or values, they are what they are. What you see is what you get with him. Junho is pretty skilled in multitasking and achieving goals at any cost. If his goal is to date someone, his prey is basically defeated the moment Junho sets his eyes on them.

Libido - XV The Death, XIX The Sun, Ideation

Junho’s libido is all about the ideas and creation and transformation. He’s likely to have a strong lust and desire for his lover but that person needs to have some brains in order for him to get turned on. Two major arcana cards suggest a powerful passion and the fact they are Death and Sun suggest that nothing is taboo for Junho. He’s open minded and ready to explore when it comes to sexual experience. Junho has a strong sense for erotica and he’s likely to become rather creative in the bedroom (or anywhere, really). He’s one of those lovers who can deliver such bliss through their performance that it feels like a little death to his lover and afterwards they feel utterly changed to the core. Junho is big on both foreplay and aftercare as well. Basically a perfect lover.

Turn On - Page of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Movement

Oh Junho! Such a MAN! While Junho is more of a dom in a relationship, he’s likely to still feel attracted to a person who’s strong and confident on their own. Junho might prefer his special person to actually approach him first. He’s gonna take it from there but they have to make the first move. Junho likes people with both creativity and common sense to them, those who know their craft and are successful in their professional life. Some nobody with more guts than brains is not likely to impress this gentleman.

Kink - 4 of Swords, 6 of Swords, King of Swords, Love

I must admit that Junho confused me here. All the swords cards suggest a certain detachment and passivity and then there’s the love card. What can I make out of this? Anyway! Junho is a romantic but he’s more of a pragmatic romantic. He’s not likely to go out of his way just to impress his lover with a super sweet date. Junho is more astute and sophisticated. He’s likely to play it cool with his lover and not be a big fan of public display of affection. Junho is likely to enjoy slow seduction and it’s even hotter for him, if he’s the one being seduced, as the 4 of Swords suggest a certain passivity on his side. He likes to be treated like a King before things get too hot and out of hand. Junho might have a control kink. While he likes to be seduced by his lover, at a certain point the roles switch, Junho takes the lead and bosses his lover around, instructing them to do this and that for and to him. He might have a thing for bondage but the knots should always be loose and easy to undo, whether he’s the one bondaged or his lover. Junho likes it when at certain points all shackles fall down and he and his lover can feel liberated through the act of love.

Dirty Secret - VII The Chariot, Hunger

Junho is a hungry man. Not in a sense of food cravings, though. He’s hungry for something to touch his soul, fill him up, something to emotionally and spiritually satisfy him. And in this context it’s a craving for a lover who would match him so well that his emotional, spiritual and mental needs are all fulfilled. Junho is not the type to sit down and wait for this person to come into his life, he’s actively searching for them, determined to find that person. See the contrast of yellow and blue in the cards? It reminds me of day and night. Junho wants to find a partner who would be his companion during the day and a lover during the night, someone mature enough to simply accept and love Junho with his light and dark sides.

I'm sorry for spaming you with so many pics of Junho, but... Just look at the man! That's a perfection right there. 😍 I'm sorry. I have some very... intense feelings for Junho (and for all 2PM members, to be honest, their fandom might be Hottest but that's also a term that fits the members perfectly).

If I will ever catch a moment when some of my befriended readers offers ship readings, I will ask for one with Junho 😂

Anyway! I know Junho isn't on my request list but I woke up with a strong feeling of doing his reading today. Plus I'm genuinelly bored with all those idols in their early 20s. 😂

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When He Takes Your Child To The Studio ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

A frown formed on Minjun’s face as your son struggled to catch his breath once again after being chased around the studio by Nichkhun and Junho.

His hand rested on his head as he watched everything, “how am I supposed to explain all this energy to Y/N when we get home?”

“Just tell her that Y/S/N had the best time with his uncles,” Junho suggested, offering a wide smile across in Minjun’s direction as he chuckled.

“He won’t sleep tonight like this,” Minjun told them all.

Another chuckle came from Junho as your son jumped on him, “unfortunately whether Y/S/N sleeps tonight or not is not our problem, that’s your issue.”

“Just help me out,” Minjun pleaded with them all, “if you keep him this excited then he’ll be bouncing on the ceilings, and I’ll have Y/N on my back for it too.”

“Stop being so scared of Y/N,” Wooyoung couldn’t help but tease too, “she’s not as scary as you think sometimes.”

“Try messing with her sleep schedule,” Minjun warned them, “and that’s what you’re doing now.”

“That’s a you issue I’m afraid Min.”

Nichkhun:

The volume in the studio quickly got louder as Nichkhun walked in, holding your daughter’s hand tightly as her legs excitedly bounced as she looked around.

Straight away, Wooyoung knelt down and opened his arms out to her. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” he smiled, waving at her.

“Surprise,” Nichkhun laughed as he let her hand go, watching as she immediately ran over to Wooyoung, throwing herself against his chest.

“Since when was Y/D/N coming today?” Minjun teased.

Nichkhun shrugged as the rest of the boys walked over to him, “since Y/N got called into a meeting this morning and her parents are on holiday.”

“Maybe we can include Y/D/N in the routine,” Junho smirked, nudging against Nichkhun’s side, “people are bound to love our stage if we use Y/D/N in the middle of it.”

“She’s not here to dance,” Nichkhun reminded them all, “she definitely takes after Y/N when it comes to dance anyway.”

“Oh no,” Taecyeon smirked, unable to hold back his laughter, “we’ve all seen Y/N dancing.”

“Exactly, it’s not what any of us need.”

Taecyeon:

You smiled sheepishly as you knocked on the door of the studio, catching Taecyeon’s eye straight away as your son went running across in his direction.

The rest of the boys chuckled as they read you like a book. “I don’t suppose you guys mind doing me a massive favour, do you?”

“You want us to look after Y/S/N?” Junho chuckled as Taecyeon picked your son up and sat him in his lap. “Do we look like babysitters to you by any chance?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate,” you assured them.

Taecyeon’s head nodded back across at you, “you’re lucky that we’ve not really been doing much anyway, how long do you think you’ll be?”

“Not long,” you promised all six of them, “he’s fed and he’s got a drink in his bag so you guys don’t have to do a thing, just sit him down and let him watch you.”

“It’s not that easy,” Taecyeon roared with laughter in reply to you, “he’ll be up and running around in no time at all.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, “but just know that I really appreciate you guys doing this for me.”

“We’ll get you back for this Y/N!”

Wooyoung:

Several sniggers came from around the studio as your daughter went toppling to the ground, stumbling over her feet as she tried her best to copy Wooyoung.

He leant down and quickly helped her up, with Chansung on the other side. “What would Y/N say about you doing this?”

“Doing what?” Wooyoung innocently smiled back across at him, “Y/D/N is constantly asking me to teach her how to dance, what better place than the studio?”

“Does Y/D/N really ask you though?” Chansung teased.

Wooyoung’s head nodded confidently as he brushed your daughter down, “you just think I’m forcing Y/D/N to be a dancer like me, don’t you?”

“We all do,” Chansung admitted, looking around the studio. “I mean is Y/N really sick or was that just an excuse to bring Y/D/N along and teach her some more.”

“Y/N is ill…a little bit,” Wooyoung insisted, “but I guess maybe she could have looked after Y/D/N today, not me.”

“You can’t force your daughter into being a dancer,” Chansung chuckled across at him.

“Don’t let Y/N hear you say that.”

Junho:

A pout formed on Junho’s face as he heard the giggle of your son yet again, with Nichkhun pulling a funny face to try and tickle your son’s funny bones.

As he watched, Junho’s expression caught Minjun’s attention. “Are you not coming over?” Minjun shouted over to him.

“You guys don’t need me,” Junho whispered, “you seem like you’re doing a good enough job of keeping him entertained without me needing to be there.”

“You’re not jealous are you, Jun?” Minjun asked him.

Junho’s head shook back across at him, “why would I be jealous of you guys? You’re making my life easier by taking care of Y/S/N instead of me needing to.”

“Are you sure?” Minjun pushed, sensing from how hurried Junho’s response was that he wasn’t quite as fine as he was trying to convince the boys he was.

“You guys carry on,” Junho insisted, biting down on his bottom lip to try his best to control the expression on his face.

“Feel free to join us,” Minjun smiled, “you know deep down Y/S/N likes his daddy the best.”

“He’s fond of his uncles too.”

Chansung:

You raised a questionable glance at Chansung as soon as you walked into the studio, watching as your daughter  rolled around on the floor, kicking and screaming.

An apologetic smile formed on his face as he looked across at you. “I thought you said that you’d take care of Y/D/N.”

“I am taking care of Y/D/N,” he quickly replied to you in protest, “I just forgot to mention that I’d require the help of five other people to take care of Y/N too.”

“She’s in good hands,” Taecyeon called out across to you.

Your head shook as your daughter’s loud giggles could be heard once again. “You know she has a dad to wind her up without needing a fun uncle too.”

“At least she’ll sleep tonight,” Chansung reasoned, nudging his hip against yours. “You needed someone to take care of her, and look at that smile on her face.”

“I guess she does enjoy hanging out with you,” you murmured, catching Chansung’s smug smile out of the corner of your eye.

“See,” he chuckled, “and all of the boys have loved having her here too Y/N.”

“They look more tired than you do.”

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Masterlist

[justsomekpopstuff]

ateez as 80s songs (according to me)

current masterlist | fic recs

Hongjoong: "We Got the Beat" by The Go-Go's

Seonghwa: "Take On Me" by a-ha

Yunho: "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley (unintentional rick roll)

Yeosang: "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Tears for Fears

San: "I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)" by Whitney Houston

Mingi: "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel

Wooyoung: "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina & the Waves

Junho: "You're the Voice" by John Farnham

[seawitch62]

Warning:- Story contains suggestive smut, smut? Mastrubation mentioned as well as cyber sex.

Word count 1058.

18+

              ◇Stress Relief◇

☆I wanna touch on you

You see me in my room

Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do

I wanna get freaky on camera

I love when we get freaky on camera☆ (Doja Cat).

Another day, another dollar. Funny how things change. The job interview for instance, the awkwardness, fumbling through, hoping the impression left was good if not adequate. The phone call, "the job is yours", never believing the good fortune as being the chosen one. The first weeks learning and adapting to all that the job entails. Meeting 'the boss' he seemed presentable and polite if not cool and aloof, well I'm there to work not start romantic entanglements. Sure he is a handsome guy, sexy even, but he knows it. Demanding and obnoxious one moment staring at you the next as if this is your first meeting. You never know which Lee Junho you will encounter.

The condescending looks can cut, stubborn! Stubborn as a mule! It's a job! The pay is good as are the benefits, so dealing with the boss, that's just part and parcel. Some days though…the knock off time can not come faster enough.

Yes, well yes, there were fantasies in the beginning, well he is an attractive man, and  in her own defense this was before she knew him.

Stress relief she calls it  otherwise known as mastrubation. Reminiscing about those thoughts, they were creative and imaginative, and fulfilling. That had to stop! That Tuesday? No Monday? No, it was a Tuesday! When he caught her staring at him, her thoughts were x-rated, the quizzical and detached look he returned, hit like a wave. Can he read minds?

No of course not! With his self absorption she figured he would soon lose whatever interest he had in her at the moment. 

"Is something wrong?" Junho asked at her desk, "what? Hmm no!" "You were staring! Thought I spilt something on myself I could  not see!" "No you are fine"

Grinning "thank you".

Ego much! Damn man!

So after that encounter no more fantasies about the boss!.

♤

Emotional involvements! Who needs them! They always lead to disaster. Thinking about past encounters they were either too clingy or had a roving eye she muses. Deciding to take herself out of the game, it's a lonely existence. Adult websites? Maybe?

Adultfriendfinder, was a blessing, suited the needs and requirements of the moment.  Yes the site is filled with creeps and perverts, but hell that goes with the territory. Recalling the night she first had communique from 'Iwillmakeuscream'. Disappointment first reaction another chauvinistic perv!  His message was not what she expected, it was interesting, she was intrigued, so she replied. 

That was the beginning of a mutually satisfying friendship, well of sorts.

They both wanted the same thing, fun! Without the chains of a partners strangulation hold. 

Privacy was paramount, they agreed to keep their identities hidden, adding to the excitement.

Never knowing who you are sharing all these delicious moments with that in itself is an aphrodisiac. Eventually they moved passed the site to the app.

He is kinky enough to be adventurous without being creepy. His words seductive, and let's face it with cyber sex or some call it internet sex communication is and imagination are the upmost important factors. This guy..

Well he has them in spades. 

Many, many, many nights nestled in bed with thoughts of him.

Photos, well dick photos are not amongst my prized possessions she giggles, but I do have an extensive collection of 'Iwillmakeuscream' body parts, and what nice body parts they are! Taking the photos and sharing, a turn on. Intimacy without intimacy. His scenarios and suggestions exotic and kinky and fun, most of all stress relieving.

■

Great! The boss is on one today!

"Do you think this is what I asked?" "Go back to your desk and redo it" blah blah blah.

That man is either hot or cold. 

He has been surprisingly pleasant lately, "now we have to work late" he states.

Great! There goes tonight's stress relief. "Will this day ever end".

■

Days and nights roll by, Junho ever the demanding boss requiring perfection or very close to it. The illusion of once believing I was the chosen one, faded now the others who interviewed and did not place, now they are the lucky ones.

Looking at him, remembering the fantasies, what the hell was I thinking?

Cold, aloof, ice in his veins, the man is an ice cube.

"Yes I'm paying attention" , replying sweetly.

"Good I'm not going to repeat myself!".

Grouch, he would make an excellent Grinch laughing to herself at her own thoughts.

"Repeat what I just said"

Looking at him whilst repeating him word for word.

The only reward that is given is cool stern stare.

On the other hand nights spent tapping away on the keyboard chatting with 'Iwillmakeuscream' rewarding, relaxing, inhibitions be damned. The unknown is intoxicating.

Tonight though he hinted we should meetup.

Meetup! What happened to privacy? Keeping it simple? Free of emotional pitfalls?

Meeting up in a hotel, no doubt it would be orgasmatic.

Blindfolds his kink. Not sure about us both stumbling around a hotel room blindfolded.

Can't deny the intrigue is consuming finally seeing the face of so much stress relief is fascinating to say the least.

●

Standing outside the Hilton hotel, building the gumption to walk through the revolving doors.

How did I get here? What am I doing here?

Cravings of the body weaken the will.

I mean it's not like we are in a relationship just two adults looking for adult fun, no strings attached. 

It will be awkward at first seeing someone who knows so much about you, someone who has seen parts of you that normally are hidden from view, someone who has never seen your face nor heard your voice or even knows your name.

A thrilling sexual game.

Time to meet my stress relief cohort face to face.

■

Room 242, this is it. Final check, straighten clothes, apply lipstick, run fingers through hair and then one final flick of the mane.

Knock knock knock.

The door opens the man smiling, slowly his smile fades away as recognition hits.

"You!" 

Standing in the doorway, Lee Junho, also known as the boss.

"You, OMG".

.

[wcvensouls]

the not so cool and mysterious rapper's phone — featuring @lovedcrazy

[ghostie-galaxi]

hey! If you have time or feel like it, could you write about how the drippin members would act when they have a crush? or maybe what they would be like as a best friend? thank you!!

Yeah, of course! The MCND reaction I did to this was so fun to do so I'll gladly do this.

Sorry this took a few days to, I kept forgetting about it 😅

Drippin when they have a crush

Yunseong

Somehow manages to stay calm and collected around you

Like he'd be more like and older brother that just looks out for you all the time but also has the gentleman vibes

Like I just picture him constantly brushing hair away from your face, having his arm around you, holding his jacket over you in the rain or sharing an umbrella with you

He's just that comfortable slow build to a relationship

Loves surprising you with flowers before you're even dating

Platonic cuddles and falling asleep ok each other

None of the others are sure why he waited so long to tell you he liked you

He waited for just the right moment to ask you out on a date

And he treated you like a princess the whole night

Gets a little flustered at the end when you kiss him goodnight

Hyeop

Giggly mess all the time

The type to get shy just thinking about you and burry his red face into his pillow

But he's surprisingly not that shy around you

Like he's ok with just coming up to you and talking to you or asking you a question

At one point it gets to him just wanting to be around you and looking for any reason to do so

Mostly just asking if you want to follow him to pick up food

And eventually he'd have the courage to ask you out on a date

Literally can't sleep the night before just thinking about it

Does everything he can to keep you smiling the entire time

Asks if he can kiss your cheek and pulls away after he gets too excited about it

Changuk

Probably the one to playfully mess with you to cover up the fact that he likes you

But also doesn't let anyone else mess with you

Like he's the first to defend you all the time

Which results in him accidentally calling you pretty or smart when they others might joke that you're dumb

You don't really say anything to him about it but the others also tease him about it constantly

Which results in you eventually asking if there's a reason why he does it

To which he has no choice but to say he likes you

You get super happy but then he teases you and says he's joking, but you know he means it

So now you get a playful relationship where you both casual roast each other

But love each other nonetheless *insert you with your arms around his side and his arm around your shoulders while he roles his eyes*

Dongyun

He's so calm about it you didn't even realize he had a crush on you until someone told you

Even though he's actually too nervous to even be around you and he's really good at hiding it

The others literally start forcing him to be around you or convincing you to be around him

Because he literally just can't do it on his own

Starts warming up to the idea though when you start getting more comfortable around him

Tests the waters one day by holding your hand when you were really close to him

And from that day on he really starts to become putty in your hands

Lays his on you all the time, teases you, cuddles into your side

You're surprised he never asked you sooner to be his girlfriend

But you don't hesitate to say yes when he finally asks

Minseo

Shy shy shy (yes you are obligated to read that in Sana's voice)

He so nervous to even talk to you

Pretty much just cliche like he stutters so much when he has to talk to you

But he's so happy when you don't think he's weird for it

If it gets out to the others they might be the ones to encourage him to to just try and get more comfortable around you

Or they might just tell you secretly so then you can help him along

I'm imagining like one night if you guys are watching a movie together you go and sit by him and end up leaning your head on him

Explodes into a million shades of red and physically can't move

Finally gets the courage to ask you on a date

Runs away and fanboys after you say yes

Junho

Tries to be flirty and fails

Mainly because the other members probably come and mess it up and he gets flustered and forgets what he was trying to say or do

He thinks he messes everything up but secretly you find it cute

He keeps trying in hopes of having at least 1 good interaction with you

But he feels like he messes it up every time

So he's surprised when you're the one to ask him to go do something with you

You both get a day together where he's not dealing with the others messing him up

And he gets to really spend time with you

Finally gets to ask if you'll be his girlfriend even with all the mistakes

You of course say yes and said you thought he was cute when the others would make him flustered when he tried to talk to you

Alex

I feel like he would love learning more about you all the time and come to find you being the coolest person ever

So then after that he just wants to try and impress you all the time, no matter what

Secretly hopes you're watching him all the time if you ever see them dancing or even just him playing video games

I would love if he'd be the type to think about you constantly and find things that remind him of you

Probably even buys you things just because of that reason even if you aren't dating

He also gives me friends to lovers scenario vibes

Any late night spending time with you is his favorite, even if it's just video game hang outs and you start slowly falling asleep

Mixes it up one night and decides to go somewhere with you, maybe like a late night diner or something

Walks you back him and probably tells his feelings to you then

You end the night with kissing his cheek before saying goodbye

[binikon]

iKON imagine : you making them a playlist

KIM JINHWAN

It was another one of your date nights where both of you got dressed in your favorite neutral matching hoodies styles in your own unique ways and just decided to stay back at home and enjoy each other’s company rather than going out in the chilling november night. Jinhwan suggested cooking at home rather than ordering out because he was sick of all the delivery food they usually ate back at the dorm. You connect your phone to the speakers while jinhwan rummaged through your fridge only finding a can of spam and instant rice that he wanted to eat, skipping all the veggies because why not. You play the last playlist you made while thinking of your lovely ppuyo, filled with all kinds of ambient ghibli songs especially joe hisaishi, his favourite from all the ghibli movies you’ve watched with him. You trudge back to him to look at what he picked out to eat, and hugged your boyfriend from behind kissing his soft jawline right under his ear.

 “I made you a playlist” you smile and nudge your nose into his heart shaped mole on his cheekbone.

“i love when you do that for me, I’ve been waiting for a new one for 3 weeks now” He giggled and sat on the kitchen stool looking through your playlist and exploding on the insides with all the cigarettes after sex songs you’ve added while you start working on your spam musubi you decided on right after you looked at the ingredients.

you wait for the spam to caramelize with the sauce and seasonings when jinan pushes your back to the counter kissing your neck swaying your pressed bodies slowly to the rhythm while Truly played through your apartment’s kitchen. the melodies flowing like a sweet scent entangling with the savoury flavoured scent of spam and furikake in the rice.

“let’s cancel dates more often please” he smiled between the kiss as you reciprocated him.

SONG YUNHYEONG

As caring as yunhyeong is to you you could not stop thinking about him the moment you heard “Those Eyes”. you swore you could feel your eyes water ar the chorus remembering all the smallest and softest moments with him.like the time he just simply made an eye contact act smiled at you, or the time when je sat you down at a cafe when you went out with him and the boys just to come back with a new pair of cute sandals and a spare handkerchief because your socks were wet from the rain that you didn’t notice. You added the song a new playlist and adding a few more until you felt the playlist justified your feelings for him. 

you wait for your boyfriend to get back home from donghyuk’s studio and decide to sketch and listen to the playlist you just made for him while it rained outside.

Yunhyeong walked into his apartment late that evening and straight to his bedroom when he heard songs playing. He walked in to see you sleeping on the desk over your sketchbook, hair a mess, wearing his hoodie and a half drunk cup of chamomile tea. He immediately picked you up and carried you to bed. cleaning up after you, he looked through your sketchbook proudly admiring every stroke of pencil that was etched on the page. He started closing the tabs of your laptop showing your art reference board, and opening the spotify tab to close it and broke into the sweetest smile when he read the playlist knowing exactly what it meant--- ‘to my nivea prince’. He read through the song titles leaving it to play in to background as he washed up and joined your sleepy self for a cuddle session in bed.

KIM JIWON

It was bobby who proposed doing a road trip would be a good idea. Both of you felt awkward going somewhere you potentially had noting to do that you could plan of, so bobby with your approval asked the boys out with both of you, except donghyuk and jinhwan who had to stay back for work the other three boys agreed to join in. Yunhyeong suggested goin to the nearest beach and you all could burn sparklers and watch the sunrise and come back.

You, as someone who could never function without music, HAD to make a “road trip playlist” with all the songs you and bobby loved to sing along to.

The others were in the backseat the next morning, arguing over a window seat, while yunhyeong just gave up and sat in between flicking their foreheads. you and bobby laughed at them .

“kimbap!! I made us a playlist” you cheer at him as he quickly connected your phone to the car. His smile only getting bigger as if it was physically possible recognizing all the songs you both usually jam to with praises and “OH THIS ONE TOO omg you’re the best babe” everytime a new but familiar song came up.

You look out of the window breathing in the slightly salty fresh air of the beach while Bobby sang along to tonguetied with all his might and junhoe joined along smiling as you look back at the silly little smile on the face of your silly little boyfriend who you silly little heart could never get enough of.

KIM DONGHYUK

You could never get enough of the way donghyuk was never lacking at showing how much he loved you with signs of his subtle affection. His hugs? heaven. His voice? the sweetest even when he woke you up in the morning with kisses and humming your favourite songs. Did he really need to be so damn perfect?

You knew he was home late from choreographing iKON’s performance on kingdom. You woke up before him and called jinan to know his schedule so you could wake him up in time. Learning he had no work until late afternoon. you decided to make him some freshly brewed coffee and toast with eggs because you were not someone who wakes up early forget making a proper breakfast and not just living off cereal. But for him? bet you did. you search for an old playlist you had made for him and and add the splash of espresso into your glasses waking up donhyuk while bluberry eyes played in the background.

Waking up a grumpy and tired donghyuk was tiresome but donghyuk’s frown changed into a smile with lightning speed as soon as you layed down on topo oh him, you head in the crook of his neck kissing his sleep away. He smiles and wiggles up from bed as your kisses are accompanied with tickles. You smile and get up too.

“you almost have the half day free, and i made breakfast also i used the machine to brew the coffee myself ALSO DONG do you remember this playlist i made for yo-” you feel his drag you into bed laying down on your chest and shutting you up with a kiss all in one swift motion.

“shut up and cuddle me now, we can reheat the breakfast, and the next song is I like me better by LAUV” he says as the playlist just plays the same.

KOO JONHOE

Junhoe was on his desk with his journal for poems and In the rain  by lee moon sae playing on loop, while you were reading a book. You decide to stop when your eyes feel strained and call his name a several times. he finally turns around finishing his doodle at the end of the page and throws some punches.... at you..? and goes “mwo?” with a satoori dialect followed by a goofy grin with his entire set of teeth on display. Not at all surprised by your boyfriend’s very questionable behavior, you scoot away and call him to join you in bed because you were, well, bored or maybe you wanted to cuddle him, you had no idea. 

Junhoe quickly nods and goes for a snack run tp the kitchen with some dry chocolate cereal to snack on, it was a weird thing both of you enjoyed, snacking on dry cereals. After the same song played for the 14th time in a row you turn it off.

“June-ya let’s make a playlist together” 

“OH OFCOURSE YESSS” he agrees pulling out his phone almost as soon as you finish your sentence.

Both of you add one song each by taking turns and after a while you both are two giddy little kids play fighting over how both of you wanted to add just the same songs because your music tastes are so similar. The ‘listening to playlist we just made” session transforms into a karaoke session where both of you sing teenage dream in your best voices (according to junhoe) when a wild sleepy donghyuk knocks into junhoe’s room with wierd hair and and a blanket that was sweeping the floor and barely opened eyes asking both of you to keep it down and almost fell back asleep on junhoe’s floor as both of you laughed your asses off at the “dongttopi” that had showed up.

JUNG CHANWOO

You coudn’t sleep and you knew your boyfriend and also best friend was definitely up typing away on his pc playing animal crossing. Not expecting him to reply while gaming you just got more bored and sulked, rolling around on your bed. You open and close the same apps for the next 20 minutes and finally decide to play a song, My type  by iKON. You smiled to yourself wondering if chanwoo ever thought about you listening to that.

You kept listening to ikon songs and randomly made a playlist of all these cutest love songs mostly kpop. 

Finally satisfied with your work you decided to text chanwoo the link with a caption “i made you a playlist :]”

surprising you he immediately texted back and that was followed by a call about 15 minutes later.

“why’d you call this late chanu”

“hii to you too (Y/N), *laughs* and i just wanted to hear your voice i’ll hang up if you don’t wanna sing to me while i play”

“I didnt mean it like that i was ju-”

“so you’re gonna sing to me now? you can’t say no or i’ll show up as your sleep paralysis demon in yunhyeong’s blue armaani swimming shorts”

“oh my god chanwoo *laugh* okay but i don’t mind such a adorable demon showing up tho” 

“aight bet i’m turning off my computer and coming over but don’t hang up sing me your favourite song from the playlist i loved it” 

“wait really?what? uhh- chan- okay ig it is SAVIOUR then” you smile through the phone and feel him smile back softly, singing Saviour by LeeHi through the phone to him hearing him exit the dorm and get into the elevator to come visit you at 2 am. Silly Chanwoo.

[duahauuoplanh]

King the Land filming timeline in 2022 Cr.

[chicken-fifi]

Tense Reunions - Junho (2pm) Imagine

Requested by henry-anon: can I request an expansion of Junho's entry from the 2PM breakup scenario that centers around the argument he has with his S/O when they reunite? Thank you.

Word Count: 974 words

The tension floating in the living room seemed impossible to cut. Not even a chainsaw would be able to chip away at it. Junho sat as far away from you on the couch as he could. He hadn’t said a single word to you since you’d arrived over two hours ago. He hadn’t offered you anything to drink or eat, as one normally would to any guest. He had simply let you in and then gone to sit on the couch ignoring your existence as he stared at the wall in front him. His cats had been paying you more attention than he was. But you couldn’t blame him for his reaction, not when you were the root behind it in the first place. 

You had left the country after breaking up with him with little to no explanation or way to contact you. In your defense, you’d hoped your decision would spare him the anxiety and worry of not knowing if you would wake up alive or be on your way home in some wooden box for your funeral. But even that was a pathetic excuse, and you knew that very well. There were many ways you could’ve handled your assignment and breaking the news to him. Many ways that wouldn’t have resulted in the two of you sitting in his living room avoiding each other’s glances. You simply took the cop out, the easiest one that required the least amount of effort and consequence on your end - or so you thought. You weren’t entirely sure what reaction you were expecting from him when you’d arrived, but you weren’t expecting the air to be thick with as much negativity as it was.

“So are you going to tell me why you’re here or are you just going to sit there?” he asked, avoiding looking at you.

“I know (y/f/n) told you why I broke up with you,” you began. “Honestly I don’t know-”

“You don’t know why you did that instead of being honest with me? You don’t know why you didn’t take into consideration that I could’ve been understanding of the situation, that I could have supported you? That I would’ve been more than willing to stay by your side, abit in a different country, and have done anything in my power to make sure you had what you needed? What don’t you know (y/n)?”

His sudden outburst caught you off guard, making the breath catch in your throat as you listened to everything he said. Under any other circumstances, Junho would’ve let you continue without interruption until you were finished speaking, and if he did interrupt it would’ve been in a calm and collected manner. Neither of you would get as fired up as you were within the first 30 seconds of a discussion.

“Look I’m sorry I made a mistake! I thought it was the right decision at the time and I know it wasn’t. I just want to-”

“Spare me! I know that! But that doesn’t explain why you’re here. You broke up with me without giving me any sort of an explanation as to why. I was in pain - I am in pain - and you put me here!”

“Junho,” you cracked, moving closer to him on the couch, hand reaching out to take his, only for him to pull away as he stood up and walked away from you. “Junho, you have every right to be angry and upset with me. I was wrong and because of my decision I know I have ruined everything we have - had. But I never meant- I didn’t want to hurt the way I did. I wanted to keep you safe. To prevent you from having to live here not knowing if I would be coming back alive or in some box or not coming back at all! I didn’t want you to be fixated on me, I wanted you to live!”

Back and forth the two of you went, cutting each other off and not truly listening or validating the other’s feelings. With each phrase said, your voices grew louder, as if being louder would make your point more logical and correct than the other, and before long you were both yelling over one another, standing only a few centimeters away from each other. Noses almost brushing against one another. The two of you went silent as you noticed the close proximity to which you’d grown to.

“I just want you to know that I’m sorry,” you finally whispered. “I took the cop out and it was wrong of me to do that without taking you, my boyfriend,  into consideration.”

“We could’ve made it work,” he choked out. “I would’ve made it work.”

Neither of you said a word as you stood before one another in silence again.

“I hope that one day you’ll be able to forgive me,” you said, a lump forming in the back of your throat. “I know it’s a lot to ask after everything but I don’t want to lose you or for you to hate me.”

“I could never hate you. Even if I wanted to, I could never.” His forehead pressed against yours for a brief moment before he pulled away, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “I love you and I always will. I want you to know that (y/n).”

“I love you too.”

As you took a step back moving to leave his home, he grabbed your wrist stopping you from getting more than a few steps away.

“Maybe we can talk some more once we’ve cooled down a little bit and aren’t wanting to bite each other’s heads off.”

You sent him a soft smile, “I’d like that.”

“I’ll see you around then. Hopefully sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “See you around.”

[dwaekkithecheesecakesmh]

2PM TEXTS ONE-SHOT

Bestfriend! Y/N delievering Bestfriend! 2PM's stuff.

Jun K.

Nichkhun

Taecyeon

Wooyoung

Junho

Chansung

[globodamorte]

chasing tails spoilers if anyone cares about that

can u imagine if Taeyeon was the killer and she was sooo fucking out of touch with reality and just wanted to be famous and rich so she murders her friends to try to ride on the tragedy to make money afterwards.