#kang younghyun romance

[dearly-somber]

I’m Serious | k.yh

-> pairing. Kang Younghyun (Brian) x f!reader

-> genre. fluff, humor

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1840

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. English is spoken in bold!

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sep. 3rd, 2020 @ 01:11

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:22

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:59

You bounce up and down as you see the Jeep park near the beach house where you and your friends would be staying for the weekend.

The houses lined along the beach were like something you'd find in a movie or TV show, with the brightly painted wooden walls and straw roofs and small steps leading up to the porch that gave a spectacular view of the beach. There was a hammock on the porch, along with a beach chair that looked like it would cave in under the weight of a book.

As the five of your friends started hopping out of the car, you ran to them as best you could in a pair of slops (flip-flops), hugging everyone with welcoming squeals of excitement.

You had gotten there a day earlier since you got off work sooner than they did. There would be three people in a room since the house was pretty small, each room decked with one bunk bed and a single bed with a bedside table and one shared closet. Thankfully you hadn't packed all too much, considering that you were only spending the weekend, and left plenty of space for the guys.

"Y/N! It's so good to see you!" Jae said as you leaned up to hug him, a bright smile aimed at you. You replied with a weird groan of agreement before moving to hug Dowoon and Wonpil at the same time, since they were closest to you.

"I feel like you've grown again," you said with a playful jab to Dowoon's ribs, laughing as Wonpil nodded and muttered something about sharing his height with everyone. Dowoon blushed as he whined childishly.

"Noona," he whined, making you giggle and pinch his cheek gently.

"I'm just teasing, Dowoonie, go ahead and check out the house with Jae and Wonpil." You smiled after him as he ran off with his back, waddling after his hyungs cutely. Shaking your head you turned to Sungjin who had been fondly watching you interact with the youngest, rolling his eyes and smiling stupidly.

"Hey, noona. It's been too long." He said as he leaned down to hug you, a lot more relaxed than the rest of your clique, pulling away and grabbing two bags in each hand. You ruffled his hair and watched him walk off after the others, a smile on your face. Before you could turn around to greet him, arms slipped around your waist, a gentle weight resting against your shoulder with breath fanning against your jaw.

"Jagiya..." Younghyun drawled, trying to act cute. You rolled your eyes but turned around with a smile, facing a pouty fox who looked like he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

"Why do you always greet everyone before me? Your boyfriend?"

"Because, dummy." You pushed your finger against his forehead harshly, giggling as you spoke, noticing him going cross-eyed. "They need reassurance of my love more than you do."

"Yah! I also need your attention!" He shouted with a large smile, picking you up at your waist and lifting you up, making you shout to put you down and hit weakly at his shoulders. When he finally set you down you giggled, leaning against him, figurative hearts in your eyes as he leant down to kiss you. You gave him a short peck before telling him to grab his things and come on inside.

"I'm the eldest, I should get a single bed to myself!"

"But I'm the youngest and therefore have maknae privileges!"

You heard a sigh as Jae and Dowoon argued loudly about the last single bed that was available (since you had already snagged the one in the room to the left, courtesy of arriving first).

You went over to the room, leaning against the door frame while overseeing the argument, finding it hilarious how Wonpil so easily ignored them while neatly unpacking his things on the lower bunk.

"Y/N! You tell him that as eldest, I should get the single bed. Right? Tell him!" Jae said over-dramatically, his hands flying all over the place. You grinned mischievously before clearing your throat.

"I'm afraid that Dowoon is right. On page 294 in the Maknae Privilege Code of Conduct, it clearly states that he gets the single bed." You said, speaking with the confidence of a lawyer defending an obviously innocent man. Dowoon walked over happily and Jae looking at you with the face you'd use as the thumbnail for a Top 10 Anime Betrayals video.

"I hate you." Jae said before sulkily throwing his things up on the top bunk, Dowoon side hugging you for a second before smugly going to his single bed.

"Aww," You back hugged Jae, standing on the very tips of your toes to rest your chin as close to his shoulder as possible before saying, "don't be like that, hm? You know I love you, and I have a compromise anyway." Jae perked up at your comment looking less sulky than before.

Dowoon looked utterly terrified, and Wonpil was (figuratively) eating popcorn at the drama playing out in the bedroom.

"Because Dowoon gets the bed, he has to pay for one thing you want."

Dowoon glared at you, appalled, while Jae triumphantly pumped his fist in the air and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. You laughed, waving at the guys still in the room and walking outside to the kitchen to see Brian and Sungjin talking idly about what they'd do for dinner (they'd apparently had lunch on the way here) and what to do to keep everyone busy. You walked over almost silently, leaning up to give Younghyun, who was sitting on one of the counters, a peck on the cheek, looking over at Sungjin with a large smile and suggestive wiggle of the eyebrows.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, beginning to pull it over your head when there was frantic, almost high pitched screaming from the man closest to you, who grabbed your wrists and jumped off the counter to hide you from any prying eyes.

"Yah! What d'you think you're doing?!" Brian shouted heatedly, still a bit shook with the stunt you’d just tried to pull.

You snorted, almost falling over, leaning your forehead against his chest as you laughed silently. "God, you're cute," you muttered, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye and regaining your composure.

Younghyun was looking at you like a lost puppy, pulling at your heart strings. Giggling still, you pulled your short forward and motioned your head downward, Brian looking down, confused. When he saw the fabric of a swim suit, he laughed in disbelief, letting his head rest against your shoulder. "Ah, I'm sorry." You said, running your hand through his hair comfortingly.

"You gave me a heart attack," he mumbled, pulling away.

"Are you two planning on keeping me as a third wheele or can I leave?" Sungjin teased playfully, making the two of you turn around.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, I was thinking we could go down to the beach and you know... Swim?" You chuckled, taking off your shirt to reveal the stretchy fabric of your all gray swimsuit before tying up your hair.

"Sounds fun," Sungjin turned to Wonpil and the others who were sitting in front of the television playing Mario Kart. "If you guys wanna join we'll be down at the beach."

"Okay, hyung. See you guys later!" Dowoon called as he shouted with Wonpil, who had just been pushed off of the track by Jae.

"Ciao!" You shouted as you ran outside, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. Having already swam a bit, you were first in the water, Sungjin eventually joining you before Brian finally got in. Once the water was about waist high you waddled over to Younghyun, who looked kind of uncomfortable.

"What's up? You okay?" You asked as you brushed some hair out of his face, putting your hand over his arm. Brian nodded with a half hearted smile.

"It's just a bit dark, is all. You can't really see anything."

"It's okay, love. You can go on back if you want. We won't be here long, anyway." Brian nodded, kissing you thankfully before he turned and walked back to solid ground. At around about the same time, the three doofuses ran down from the beach house, splashing in the salt water and lunging down as soon as it was deep enough. You laughed, shutting your eyes as water flew at you.

You only stayed in the water for about 30 minutes before you got tired of the boys' seemingly endless energy, going to lay down underneath the tree Brian had set up everyone's towels at. You went and sat next to him quietly, finding a comfortable spot where you could lay down with your face out of the sun while still being able to tan.

You layed down with your head resting more or less next to Brian's side, only your lower half exposed to the sun. You entered a peaceful state of limbo, still aware of everything around you but feeling like you were asleep. You opened an eye, however, when you felt weight being placed on your stomach, looking up to see Younghyun laying against you, eyes closed. You smiled fondly at him, playing with his hair for a second before letting your hand rest on the nape of his neck.

As night fell, everyone got all huddled up inside, dressed in their PJ's, two boxes of pepperoni and mushroom pizzas laying on the coffee table in the living room.

You laughed and shouted along with the guys as they had an intense game of Smash Bros, sitting sandwiched between Dowoon and Brian, nibbling at your pizza while the room went silent. When Wonpil won for the 3rd time this night, you screamed, Brian's soul having seemingly left his body. You were giggling, rubbing his back soothingly with your legs intertwined.

It only took a few more games and a scary movie for you to head on off to bed, yawning once every 2 minutes. Not long after Brian walked into the room, stopping midway toward his bunk bed. "Bri?" You said in a small voice, face hidden in the darkness of the room.

"What's up?" He asked, crouching down beside your bed and running a hand over your hair.

"Can you sleep with me for tonight? I can't fall asleep because of the movie..." You were nervous for his reaction but weren't entirely surprised when he mumbled for you to move up, shifting in next to you and wrapping himself around you.

"I keep telling them..." He said with a sigh, his lips brushing against your shoulder. You sighed contently, putting your hand over his.

"Today was fun though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was. Wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow." Brian whispered mischievously, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Go to sleep, princess. We have a long day ahead of us."

[flurrys-creativity]

Fixer upper

Pairing: Kang Younghyun (Day6) x GN!Reader; Genre: Roommate AU, enemies to lovers, a little angst, romance, fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-15; Warnings: a broken cup, yelling and a fight, clumsy reader, blood, crying and kisses; Wordcount: 1.379

Summary: Younghyun had enough of your clumsy ass. Not that he had something against you being clumsy. But you just leaving your mess behind for him to stumble over drove him up the walls. It was time to confront you.

A/N: This is another written deal for @daemour ! Actually kinda the first deal we made... and yet it’s the third I finished writing.. or is it the third? I don’t know.

Younghyun stood in front of the sink, staring down at the broken cup in it. He sighed deeply and placed his hands on the counter, leaning against it as his head hung low. By now Younghyun had lost count of how many broken things he had found in the shared apartment over the time he lived with you.

“Y/N!” His voice boomed through the apartment. He heard a dull thud and closed his eyes, gritting in annoyance. How could one person be that clumsy?

Startled, you rushed into the kitchen. Your eyes frantically darted around the small room until they landed on Younghyun’s form. “What’s wrong?”

Younghyun turned around and looked at you, a grin playing over his lips when he saw your dishevelled appearance before he resumed the pointed stare. He schooled his expression again, ignoring the flutter in his stomach from your wide eyes. How could you look this adorable when you were such a mess?

Your eyes scanned his face, worried something bad happened while you still waited for his answer.

Younghyun simply pointed at the sink and your eyes followed the movement, noticing the broken cup you had left there.

“Are you hurt?” You quickly rushed over to him and grabbed his hands, turning them around and tracing his palms with your finger. “I noticed it was broken in the cupboard and put it in the sink so neither of us would use it by accident and get hurt.

Younghyun stared at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t you throw it out in the first place?” He asked, tone exasperated. He pulled his hands out of yours and stepped away, his heart pounding within his chest.

Your shoulders slumped down, face slightly falling before you returned to a neutral expression again. “It’s your favourite cup”, you murmured and looked down at the cup. “I didn’t want to throw it away and I knew simply taking it would make you mad.”

“I’m mad because I constantly find broken things around the apartment!” Younghyun raised his voice, internally seeing how the thread of his patience snapped.

You grabbed the broken parts within the sink and held them in your hands, looking down at the pieces. “I’m not doing it on purpose. Also I didn’t break your cup this time.”

“This time! Y/N, I swear to god”, Younghyun didn’t finish the sentence, instead he rubbed his face with his hands, feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you could feel your lower lip trembling. Without another word you turned around and stormed out of the kitchen, still holding the broken pieces in your hands.

“Where are you going now?!” Younghyun called after you even though he didn’t expect an answer. His heart twisted painfully, knowing his outburst had hurt you. He never meant to hurt you. With a deep sigh he sat down at the counter and buried his face in his hands. He shouldn’t have yelled, shouldn’t have blamed you for something you didn’t do on purpose.

After a while, Younghyun pushed himself up and trotted to your bedroom. He raised his hand and hesitated, hearing quiet sniffling from inside your room. Younghyun winced but decided to knock on the wooden surface nonetheless, waiting for your response.

All of a sudden it became eerily quiet behind the door, worrying Younghyun even more about the severity of the damage his outburst had done. He knocked again, softly calling out to you. 

The only response he received was the clicking of the lock, making him think you actually locked him out of your room. His hand trembled violently when he moved it to the doorknob, slowly twisting and opening it.

Younghyun exhaled the breath he had held, noticing the short rush of relief spreading through his body when he opened the door and stepped into your room.

You sat on your bed, back facing him. Even though you tried your very best, you knew your shoulders were shaking and that it was only a matter of time before your sobs turned loud again.

“Hey, y/n, about earlier”, Younghyun spoke softly, carefully taking one step after another closer to you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let it all out on you. That was wrong of me. I guess I just was kind of stress- holy shit! What happened?” 

Younghyun’s eyes widened in shock, quickly stepping right behind you when he noticed the red stains on your sheets. 

When you didn’t react and only continued to press the pieces of the cup together with bloody fingers, Younghyun slowly leaned down, prying your hands off of the shards. 

A loud sob escaped your throat the moment Younghyun pulled the broken cup out of your hands and placed it down on your bed. 

“Hey, it’s alright, okay? You’re going to be okay, yeah?” Younghyun grabbed your wrist with one hand, using his free arm to wrap it around your body. He noticed the tube of liquid glue next to the pieces, feeling his throat close up in guilt.

For a moment he only held you, needing the time to gather his thoughts while you continued to cry silently. Seeing your bloody hands again, Younghyun inhaled deeply before he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Somewhat clumsy - oh the irony - he sat down together with you on the edge of the bathtub. Younghyun held you tightly against his chest with one arm while he leaned forward and turned on the faucet of the sink. 

“You wanted to repair the cup, didn’t you?” He asked softly as he grabbed your wrists again and pulled them under the warm stream of water. 

You nodded shortly, biting on your lower lip to stop the sobs but they only fought their way through. Through bleary eyes you stared at the sink, seeing the red stained water vanishing down the drain.

“That’s why you didn’t throw it away.”

Again you only nodded. When Younghyun had called you earlier, you had browsed the internet to check how you could repair a cup without sharp edges remaining.

“And out of protest because I got mad, you decided to paint the cup with some blood?”

You snorted and shook your head, slowly gaining control over your crying. “And tears”, you mumbled.

“And tears”, Younghyun repeated, turning off the water and gently drying your hands. He grabbed a small medical kit from under the sink and started bandaging your hands. Once he finished he turned you on his lap, brushing the remnants of your tears away with his thumb. “Let’s just throw the cup away, yeah? I can always choose a new favourite one.”

“We can’t always throw things away when I break them”, you whispered, new tears forming in your eyes. 

Younghyun leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, humming quietly in agreement. “But I also can’t see you getting hurt because you try to repair them every time.”

“I only got hurt because I couldn’t see properly.”

“Y/N, stop arguing with me when I just told you I care about you”, Younghyun sighed but pulled you closer into his embrace nonetheless. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or scold you for hurting yourself over something so stupid.”

It stayed quiet for a moment between the both of you where you simply took in the presence of the other.

“Can I pick?” You asked, suddenly feeling shy in front of him.

“Only if you pick a kiss”, Younghyun answered, opening his eyes and leaning back a little. A grin spread over his features when he saw you nodding.

Younghyun closed the space between you, his lips hovering in front of yours. He waited several heartbeats, still offering you the chance to pull away, before he turned the ghost of a touch of your lips into a deep kiss. One of his hands came up to your neck and held you there. 

“Just know, I’m still going to scold you later for giving me a heart attack when I saw all that blood and thought the worst”, Younghyun murmured between kisses.

You whined softly before he stopped you with another kiss, letting you successfully shut up and enjoy the moment.

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moonlit

title: moonlit

characters: fem!reader x lee minho (lee know) of stray kids feat. bang chan, kim seungmin, hwang hyunjin, kid!yang jeongin

genres: exes to lovers au, romance, angst, based on eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, chan’s one sided love if you squint real hard, bff!seungjin.

warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking and food, mentions of insecurity/emptiness, minho is lowkey a flirt (and smooth af), this one is WORDY, sometimes nonlinear (flashbacks marked in italics, phase 2 completely happens in the past), lots of inner conflicts, watch me repeat the same words again and again.

word count: 14k

synopsis: after a nasty breakup, you have lee minho clinically erased from your mind... only to be reminded that while memories can be erased and forgotten, feelings will always demand to be felt.  

Phase 1: Awakening

You clamp your shaking legs together, desperately trying to look like you’ve got it all together. The carton box on your lap feels heavier with each passing second as you wait for your name to be called. When the receptionist finally tells you to enter the consulting room, your head is full of him. His laugh, his voice, his touches, his smile, his empty promises, his lies, his last words…

This is why you’re doing this. You want him gone.

“Miss Y/N, please have a seat.” The doctor, Seo Changbin, motions at you to sit at the back of the room. A nurse places a tripod in front of you, setting the camera so it will capture your whole body. “Your sessions will be recorded, and we will keep all the recordings as archive. These recordings are confidential unless they’re needed for national security purposes. And, of course, if you wish to get your memories back in the future.”

Dr. Seo smiles, the calming tone in his voice doesn’t match the weight of his words. “You… you can restore the memories back?”

“I can’t,” he answers. “Patients are usually able to remember some past memories when triggered. And at least you will be reminded of why you want to do the erasure procedure in the first place. There are a lot of patients who regret doing this, and the last thing we want is to get sued because people make the wrong choices for themselves. I’m sure you have already read that part on the consent form.”

Great, you’re going to stop him from messing with your head by letting strangers literally damaging your brain.

“I won’t sue you. Let’s get this over with.”

“Sure.” Dr. Seo points at the camera. “Now, tell us everything, starting with who you want to erase.”

You grip your box tighter, as if to check if all the things inside still cause you pain no matter how many times you’ve seen them. You could have done this the normal way—crying, cutting your hair, even turning to God for help.

The thing is, one of these days the pain is going to swallow you up, and then you’ll be left with nothing. Nothing but an empty shell.

You should have been able to do this the normal way, but you’re too weak. Can’t you be weak for once? You can, right?

Clearing your throat, you stare at the lens. “Lee Minho.”

“Lee Minho,” you repeat. Louder. Clearer. “I’d like to erase Lee Minho.”

Chan finishes his beer in one gulp while you’re still struggling to open yours. It’s a shame, really—you drink almost every week, he drinks twice a year. He tosses the now empty can to the trashcan before opening another with ease, handing it to you. Mumbling a quiet thank you, you take a sip and watch him tear a pack of dried squids open.

“You’ll never go to those parties again,” he says. “I didn’t know my parents invited you because of that.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine. They meant well.”

He pulls his hair in frustration. “I can’t believe they said that in front of everyone! You must’ve been so shocked. I’m sorry.”

You grimace, the unwanted attention was indeed quite embarrassing. Enough to make you politely reject the next time Chan’s parents invite you to another gala. Mr. and Mrs. Bang have always been supportive of their eldest son, letting Chan started his own business instead of taking over the family business. Chan’s mother had called you a few days prior, asking you to accompany her son since it would be a good opportunity to “build connection and expand your business.”

You and Chan did exactly that, so it wasn’t like they were lying. But Chan’s parents also used the opportunity to try to convince the two of you that you’re match made in heaven.  

“Can we drop this?” You glance at your watch, stretching your limbs before rising from your seat. The traffic light turns red and you signal at your best friend to walk faster. “I keep getting flashbacks of CEO Kang’s son laughing at us.

Chan follows suit, placing his hand at the small of your back before crossing the street. You let out a relieved sigh when you reach the warm subway station. “Kang Younghyun has more embarrassing incidents than ours combined,” he scoffs. “This is nothing compared high school. No worries.”

“You sure you don’t want me to take you home?” he asks as you train is arriving. “I should’ve brought the car instead of letting my parents drive us to the party.”

You click your tongue at him. “Then you’ll miss the last train.”

“I can take a cab home. You always fall sleep on the train it’s giving me headache!”

“Bang Chan.”

The train stops and opens its doors. “Fine,” he mumbles. “Just don’t fall asleep.”

“No promises!” you tease, stepping into the train a second before it closes. You wave at Chan until he disappears into a small dot before choosing the seat beside the door. The train is almost empty; standing near the door is a high school student listening to an online lecture and sitting across you is…. the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life. He meets your eyes for a second before shifting his attention back to his phone again, leaving you slightly disappointed.

You despise socializing at parties but you want the Hottest Man Alive to talk to you? Y/N you’re so pathetic.

The sight of a bundle of name cards inside your purse is what gives you a reality check, various names and faces are popping up in your mind. Only now you feel how exhausted you are, parties and talking to a bunch of strangers have never been your thing. You take your platform heels off just as the train makes its stop, one of them almost hitting Hottest Man Alive as a result.

Apparently God has decided to make you the embarrassment icon of the day.

“I’m so sorry!” you panic, about to reach your flying heel when he stands up and picks it up. He silently places it in front of you before pulling out a card out of his pocket.

“It’s okay, just check out our café when you have time.” Hottest Man Alive slips the card into your palm, rendering you speechless with his bashful smile.

Oh, you’re not going to fall asleep at all tonight.

You run your eyes over the black embossed letters once more, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat as you mentally convince yourself that he does want you to pay his café a visit. Your whole life has always been normal, so alarmingly calm and peaceful it makes you question your whole existence. Sometimes it feels like you’re living in someone else’s dream, foreign and temporary. Uncertain and insecure.

Last night was… weird, to say the least. You’ve never felt that attracted to someone before, not even your ex-boyfriends. In that moment, you felt unstoppable, carefree, happy… everything that wasn’t you.

Sadly, that moment didn’t last long and now you’re back to your overthinking self. What if he was just playing with you? Will he find you desperate or, God forbid, easy if you actually show up at his café? But what café owners don’t want a new customer? Besides, you’re bringing Chan, so Hottest Man Alive (or Lee Minho, according to his name card) is getting two new customers. If anything, he will be thanking you and hoping you will come again, just like any normal business owner.

“Hey,” Chan calls out to you, knocking on the car window. “We’re here, daydreamer.”

You shove the card back into your wallet, met with Chan’s confused eyes when you finally open the door. “You okay?” He cocks an eyebrow. “You look so out of it.”

Chan knows nothing about your encounter with Hottest Man Alive; he would’ve freaked out if he knew you wanted to visit a café because a random (handsome) stranger told you so. “Just thirsty. It’s so hot,” you mumble.

Eat Here Café gives off the homey atmosphere that immediately calms your nerves. You quickly scan the whole building, looking for any sign of Hottest Man Alive. You feel lighter yet bummed that he’s not there, except for some photos of him with a group of children pinned on the wall.

You choose a table near the cashier. “I’ll order. What do you want?”

Chan shrugs. “Any kind of cake.”

The puppy-like part timer greets you with a smile when you reach the counter. “Good afternoon, what would you like to order?”

“Injeolmi bingsu and Coke, please. Oh, and a vanilla cake!”

He repeats your order politely and you decide that you like the boy, taking a glance at his nametag that says Kim Seungmin. You never really pay attention to part timers before, but this one is remarkably efficient, polite, and very very cute (in a “I’d like to adopt him!” way).

You drop some cash into the tipping jar, the twinkle in Seungmin’s eyes feels so rewarding that you’re ready to put it into your “little things that made my day” on your journal later. He hands you the buzzer with a bright smile. “Please wait for your order!”

“Your stingy ass never gives such a generous tip. Did he flirt with you or something?” Chan marvels—loud enough to get Seungmin’s attention—when you return to your table. There are times when you regret being Chan’s business partner, but you realize that you’ve invested so much of your time and energy into building the company. That, and Chan is actually a dependable friend when he’s not trying to ruin your image.

Chan gets your order after the buzzer vibrates, digging into his cake right away. “Whoa this is good!” he exclaims. “How did you find this place?”

“…Instagram.”

“Do you think they hired a branding consultant already?”

You shake your head. “They post pretty regularly but I don’t think so.”

Chan’s eyes sparkle. “Do you think we should ask to meet the owner or something?”

“Hey Seungmin, iced Americano please! And remind me to pay your bonus later.”

The faintly familiar voice stops you from answering, your eyes wildly searching for the source. And there he is… the one you’ve been dreading to meet and also the one you’ve been yearning to meet. Lee Minho saunters into the café with his charming bunny smile and soft eyes, earning everyone’s attention except for Seungmin who’s still taking orders.

Seungmin only replies with a short hum, not taking his eyes off the cash register. You glance at Minho, mentally surprised by the way he doesn’t seem to be bothered with how Seungmin treats him.

“Quit staring before you start embarrassing yourself,” Chan warns you in the most boring tone. “I think he’s the owner.”

You almost spit out your drink. “I’m not staring!”

Minho exchanges some words with Seungmin before focusing his attention to all the customers. Your bingsu is melting, but you still follow his every move through your peripheral vision, not knowing whether you want him to recognize you.

“You really came!”

Chan points at himself, then at you. “Us?”

Minho shifts his gaze to Chan like he didn’t even notice the dimpled man was there whole time.

“Ah… y-yes,” you stutter. “This is very a nice café.”

One look at Chan and you know there’s no way for you to hide anymore. “He invited me!” you quip. “I mean, us.”

“Do you have anyone handling your social media accounts? Planning the digital marketing? Creating ads?” You have bombarded Minho with questions before Chan says anything, skipping the whole small talk step in “how to smoothly intrigue clients” manual.

Seungmin arrives with Minho’s iced Americano, putting the tall glass in front of him with no words before smiling at you and Chan. “Does any of you want anything else?”

“Yes, please,” Minho interrupts before you can refuse. “Please order whatever you want, it’s on the house.”

“Pulling the boss card, huh?” Chan jokes. “Then I’ll have orange juice.”

“Y/N?”

You didn’t have a chance to try the vanilla cake Chan ordered because he inhales food instead of digesting them, but the chocolate ice cream looks beyond tempting—

Minho chuckles. “How about our vanilla and chocolate ice cream?”

“Did I say that out loud?” you mumble to yourself, but proceed to thank Minho for his suggestions and tell Seungmin you’d like to have those. Minho flashes you a soft smile, almost making you melt on the spot if it weren’t for Chan’s leg kicking yours.

The conversation continues without any embarrassing incident. Chan lets you do all the talking, only adding further details when necessary while Minho asks you challenging but intriguing questions you answer passionately.

The so-called meeting ends with Minho promising to sign the contract by next week and Chan shaking your hand under the table, both confused and impressed.

“Is that why your employees are so relaxed around you? Because you just want everyone to eat and live well? I swear Seungmin didn’t even try to curse discreetly when you told him to wipe the counter for the 5th time,” you ask.

Minho laughs as the said boy exits his station, backpack slung across his shoulder. “Yes I’ll transfer your money after our guests leave. Don’t you dare remind me again!” the former yells playfully before the part timer opens his mouth. Seungmin bows to you and Chan before scowling at his boss. “You’re the one who told me to—nevermind. See you tomorrow, hyung.”

“I really like that boy,” you coo when Seungmin closes the door.

“I treat them as my friends,” Minho says. “I decided to do this because I just want to help everyone, including my employees. I don’t want Eat Here to be one of those expensive, pretentious cafes. I just want everyone to eat what they want, that’s why we have all sorts of things here. Combination of Eastern and Western, stuff like that. But this is still business, I have to do things to keep it running, right?”

You’ve met a lot of people with beautiful visions, but you’ve never met someone who wants something so simple yet complicated like Minho. It’s been quite a long time since you’re genuinely excited for a project, and now you know why Chan didn’t freak out upon knowing that you met Minho on the train.

“You guys can do whatever you want,” Minho adds, waving to a pair of part timers clocking in. “Are you going back to the office?”

Chan stretches his limbs. “Yeah,” he groans. “Gotta make sure our intern doesn’t jam the printer again.”

Your phone rings the moment Chan finishes his sentence. ”You jinxed it! Hyunjin is calling.”

“Whatever it is, wait until we’re back!” you whisper-yell at your intern.

“But noona, the printer—”

You give Hyunjin no chance to blabber about one specific printer and end the call. Minho giggles at your antiques, and you don’t have the energy to stop yourself from admiring his pretty features in the most obvious ways possible.

Chan pats your back before grabbing his phone and stands up. “I guess that’s our cue to leave.”

“Take these.” Minho writes your name on one of the paper bags, handing them to you with a big smile. “For everyone at your office. Thanks for reaching out to us.”

You peek inside the bag that has your name scribbled on it, not surprised to see both vanilla and chocolate ice cream inside—it’s the clear bottle that you’re curious about.

“Bye! I’ll send you the gym’s contact later!” Your best friend slash business partner waves at your new client slash crush from the driver’s seat. You take out the bottle, it’s filled with sikhye.

Your favorite drink, but Minho isn’t supposed to know that.

“Everyone deserves a fresh start. Don’t let anyone from your past haunt you. Start Erasure now.”

Minho mutes the television, heaving a sigh as he recounts his fateful meeting with you yesterday. The world has always been rather weird, he would say, but nothing defeats meeting his ex-girlfriend—his first love—who has no recollection of your time together. He heard from his former classmates that you sent them a message a few years ago, informing them that you would undergo the erasure procedure. According to his friends, you specifically told them to “never ever mention Lee Minho’s name or ask you about the procedure.”

You’re back in his life now, happy as ever, and the last thing Minho wants is breaking your heart all over again. He no longer owns that special spot in your heart, you owe him nothing. He left you insecure, disappointed and soulless, and now it’s his turn to be haunted by all the questions and what ifs in his mind.

His phone vibrates as soon as he flips the signage open, your name flashing on his screen. “Hey Y/N what’s up?”

“Minho I can’t multitask so please give me quick and accurate answer. I’m at the traffic light in front of Lotte now—”

“You need to turn left.”

“Okay… didn’t know my non-existent sense of direction is that obvious — damn, let me change lanes.”

Minho suppresses a chuckle. You’ve always been bad with directions.

“Turn left once more, and you’ll find us. We’re right across the first G25 store on the street.”

He steps out the café to welcome you when he spots a white Kia arriving. In contrast to his horrifying memories of teaching you to drive, you manage to parallel-park your car smoothly in 10 seconds, stopping Minho from offering to help you park your car.

“Sorry,” you grimace. “I suck at directions. Last week was the first time I went here and Chan was the one driving so I wasn’t really paying attention… and before you ask, no I can’t use GPS while driving. I barely managed to dial your number.”

Minho lifts his hands. “I was just going to say hello.”

“Oh, good! People always judge me for that!”

You don’t let him respond as you point at the photos on the wall. “Tell me about them!” you request. “Our photographer Hyunjin is going to be here any minute, and we’ll give this corner a special attention. Your customers need to know this.”

Minho scratches his head bashfully, the glint of admiration in your eyes is making him a bit dizzy. It’s been a long time since you looked at him like that. “Uhh, okay. These are the kids I’m supporting, they live in Africa,” he starts. “I hope I can visit them someday, but they’ve been sending me letters, saying thank you... telling me about their days and all.”

“Wow!” you marvel. “How does it feel? To receive such lovely letters?”

“Honestly, it kinda makes me feel like a parent,” he replies. “It feels wonderful.”

Moving onto the next set of photos, his smile grows wider. “I teach these kids dancing, sometimes taekwondo. They’re all very sweet, especially the maknae, Yang Jeongin.” Minho points at a boy with contagious smile. “He can be a brat sometimes, but everyone loves him.”

“Is this an orphanage? Can I meet them?” you blurt out.

“Of course! You’ll love them to bits.”

“You have to come back with Y/N noona!”

A few weeks later, Minho took you to the orphanage. You played with the kids all day and watched him teach them dance. You thought the kids wouldn’t like you as much, but now they’re trying to persuade you to stay the night.

“Aww, of course I’ll come back. Be a good boy, and we’ll be back sooner than you thought!”

Yang Jeongin, the youngest boy in the orphanage, has done everything to make you stay. If it weren’t for your “adult responsibilities,” you would have caved in because nothing could beat his puppy eyes and hopeful smile.

“Alright, go back inside, everyone. All of you need to sleep.”

The kids grumble at Minho’s command, slowly walking back to the main hall. After making sure no one sneaks out to follow you, the two of you make a stop at a nearby park that Minho claims to be the perfect place to admire the moon.

“Okay, you’re not lying. The moon does look pretty from here.”

The man sitting beside you smirks in satisfaction. “I never stay too long but I always like spending time here. Now that I think about it, you kinda resemble the moonlight.”

The switch of the mood has you cackling. “Aren’t everything about the moon associated with werewolves and murders? You’re expecting me to fall for such a lame pickup line?”

“That’s not how I see it.” Minho disagrees. “I think you’re radiant, bright but not blinding. Take it as a compliment.”

The word radiant strikes you light a lightning, forces you to face the harsh reality that you’re doing a really good job in hiding the hollowness inside—all the lingering questions and uneasiness. You’re far from being the light Minho admires.

“Trust me, I’m not radiant whatsoever.”

Minho stiffens, observing you carefully until you feel brave enough to look at him. At first, you see pity in his eyes, but it morphs into something that feels too good to be true. You find tranquil in his gaze, so serene that you nearly let your tears fall.

He reaches for your hand, interlocking your fingers together before pulling you up from your seat. “I’ll tell you whenever you’re being the moonlight that you are,” he promises, his voice is a perfect mix between sincerity and mischief. “Prepared to get sick of me because I’ll remind you everyday.”

Just because most people often cross the line doesn’t mean that being able to exert self-control when needed is something to be proud about, but Minho has always thought of it as his positive trait.

He’s going to cross it out of the list today.

His hand is still holding yours tightly, chatting away with a lopsided smile on his face. And yours. This wasn’t what he intended to do, but life loves to play God and tests him the moment he thinks he knows what he’s doing. Giving you his name card on the train has spiraled into taking you home hand-in-hand, peppering kisses on your temple when you become too cute to handle (which is almost all the damn time) and falling in love with you all over again. What happened in the subway impulsive and dumb, but he couldn’t control himself. He wanted to see you again, he longed to talk to you.

Minho just wanted a second chance to be good to you, but will things ever be enough? How will he make things right again? Providing you free coffee and say thank you for your visit? It was a selfish wish he shouldn’t have acted upon.

“We must’ve crossed paths somehow. There’s no way that we’ve never met before!” you say, swinging your intertwined hands happily.

It’s too late. History repeats itself, but Minho’s too far gone to stop. He’s trying to feel it, the need to exert self-control—he can’t.

“I didn’t come home often,” he lies, every word feels like knife stabbing his heart. You hum in response, a yawn escaping from your mouth as both of you are nearing your unit. Minho watches you enter the door password, mouthing the numbers silently, 2 3 0 9. Your grandma’s birthday. It’s always been your password for everything—phone, laptop, even Minho’s old apartment since you were the one who set it for him. It stays with him until this very day although he no longer lives in the same apartment.

You tug at his sleeve. “Come on in.”

Your stuffs are pretty much the same, if not exactly the same as a few years ago. The only things missing were those related to him. Polaroid photos of you together, the umbrella he left at your place, the mug he…. wait.

The purple mug Minho bought for you is sitting on the kitchen counter, causing him to nearly trip over his own feet. Did you forget to get rid of it before the procedure?

“Let me go change first,” you tell him. “Feel free to grab any snack. There’s cold water and beer in the fridge.”

He can barely answer as you disappear into your room. Memories start flooding his mind, it feels as if he finally finds all the folders with your name on them that he tried so hard to bury, stashed in the deepest part of his heart.

Those memories were so painfully beautiful he has to bite his lip to prevent his tears from falling.

“Oh that’s my favorite mug!”

You’re back, dressed in the black loose T-shirt you always wear during summers. Minho’s eyes automatically dart to your left shoulder, spotting the hole on the shirt that exposes a part of your shoulder.

Another thing that hasn’t changed. Another thing that makes you the you he knew. Another thing that diminishes his self-control into nothing because you have no idea how much he loved to—

“Minho?”

You cradle this face softly, wiping the tears he didn’t know he shed. Confusion and panic reflected in your irises. “Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” He touches his cheek before attempting to laugh. “Something probably went into my eyes...”

“Let me see.” Before he refuses, you’ve taken a step closer, gently blowing into his eyes. “Better? Want some eye drop?”

Minho shakes his head, removing your hands from his face and plants a kiss on your forehead. Another mistake that feels so right. “I guess I’m just tired. Is it okay if we chat some other time?”

You mumble an okay, following him to the front door. When he turns the door knob, you reach for his hand. “Hey,” you murmur, slowly examining his face. Minho tries to read yours in return, sensing your hesitation. He waits for a good minute patiently, letting you form words in your head.

“What are we? These things we’ve been doing… what do they mean to you? Does this mean we’re…”

You let out a frustrated sigh, more directed to yourself than him, and Minho understands what you’re talking about. He tightens his grip on the knob, desperately begging himself to stop all of this. You don’t deserve another heartbreak when you’ve done everything to continue living.

You’re a whole new person, yet you remain the one he adored. How can you be so different yet familiar? How can you be so… dearly you?

“Minho, does this mean that we’re—”

Minho throws his arms around you, burying his head into the crook your neck before slowly trailing his lips towards the exposed part of your shoulder. You have no idea how much he loves leaving kisses there, on that particular spot. As strange as it sounds, it gives him the strength and hope he needs. Minho never told you this; you’ll never be able to imagine how happy and relieved he currently feels when he plants one, two, three, countless kisses that set his whole being on fire.

“We are,” he whispers, dropping one last kiss before pulling you even closer, enveloping your body in his embrace.

There’s only one thing in Minho’s head now: love. He can only think about loving you better than before, and in this moment nothing can stop him from doing so because whether he likes the old you or the new you doesn’t matter anymore.

Minho just loves you, and he doesn’t want to think about anything else. Not even his selfishness. And especially not your future heartbreak.

“You’re so precious, Y/N. You’re so precious to me.”

Hyunjin is the only one at the office when you arrive. He’s busy with his camera, changing its setting every now and then before capturing random things on his desk. You and Chan were on the fence about hiring him at first since you’re just a small company and he’s a student with high expectations. However, Hyunjin turns out to be the one of the most eager apprentices ever, and you’re going to bawl your eyes out when his internship ends next month.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, only earning a distracted “Huh?” as an answer.

“Hyunjin, don’t forget to go over the photoshoot details with me before we leave later, okay?”

He lifts his head a little this time. “Okay. Let me just finish trying out this new technique Seungmin taught me.”

You chuckle, snapping a photo of your intern yelling at his camera when he messes up. Sending it to Chan, you write, “We should give him a raise.”

Your phone rings a few seconds later, frowning when Chan’s urgent voice greets you. “I’m inside my car. Can we talk?”

“Whoa, relax. What happened?”

“Y/N, please. Just come out for a sec.”

No one wants to start a fight with Chan when he’s talking in that tone, so you inform Hyunjin you’re stepping out for a bit. Chan’s sedan is parked right in front of the building, his conflicted face prompts you to enter the car right away.

“You told me there’s something weird about Minho but now you’re dating him? And you’re hiding it from me?” he deadpans without waiting for you to close the door.

“I didn’t mean to hide it from you,” you murmur. “I just don’t know how to explain it.”

Chan sighs in exasperation. “Why do you think you owe me an explanation?  I’m your best friend, not your mother. How is Minho different from any other guy you’ve dated that you really tried to keep it a secret from me?”

You gulp. “Things between Minho and I… it’s different. I thought I knew what liking someone felt like, but after meeting him I realized I knew nothing about it. Everything feels so overwhelmingly wonderful and insanely intense I think I may fall apart if I start talking about it.”

Your best friend gives you a knowing look, but says nothing as he stares at a random stranger walking down the street. “And I know you’re not really fond of him so I was trying to look for the perfect timing to tell you. Sorry.”

“I just want to keep you safe. This guy knows small details about you that even I didn’t know. Are you sure you never met him before?”

He pauses, taking a deep breath before adding, “Did you do that erasure procedure?”

“How am I supposed to know?” you snap. “Isn’t forgetting about the whole thing the point of the procedure?”

“You love him, don’t you?” Chan’s voice is soft this time, but his words hit you right in the gut you have to stop yourself from flinching. Hearing someone say that they love you is scary, admitting that you are in love is a hundred times scarier.

Taking your silence as a yes, Chan turns on the engine. “Look, the last thing I want is seeing you sad. It breaks me, more than you know. So please consider trying to find out the truth. How are you going to love him if you don’t trust him? How is he going to love you if he keeps you in the dark?”

You lean your head against the window, watching your best friend dialing Hyunjin’s number to tell him that both of you will be back after lunch.

“We better be quick,” Chan says. “Hyunjin’s terrified he will have to answer Mr. Song’s call again.”

“We should definitely give him a raise.”

“Oh we will,” he snickers. “If he survives Mr. Song’s call.”

“You’re cruel.”

For the first time in your life, you feel like a ruling queen inside your island instead of a trapped princess. You know every nook, every secret passage, every hidden treasure that nobody else has ever explored. Everything feels real for once, you’re in control and you want to stay here forever.

Eat Here has gained more regular customers since you and Chan started handling its social media accounts, and the face-splitting grin on Minho’s face whenever a new customer pushes the door open makes you feel proud and giddy at the same time.

You weren’t able to witness your Hottest Man Alive greeting his customers happily today, but you promised to pay him a visit at the café. It’s a few minutes past 10, meaning the café has closed for the day, so you were prepared to see everyone cleaning up. To you surprise, there’s nobody inside when you arrive.

“Minho?”

Your boyfriend waves from inside the pantry. “Coming!”

Moments later, he comes out with a tray of food. Gesturing at you to take a seat, he places a bowl of potato salad, a pot of kimchi jjigae and some side dishes. “Wait, let me get some more.”

You recall your phone conversation 2 hours ago, vaguely remembering telling Minho that you haven’t had dinner. When he serves the last batch of side dishes and a bottle of sikhye, you tease him for being so sweet.

“I’m not being sweet though?” He pulls out a chair for himself, watching you eat with content eyes. “You said you were starving, so I prepared you some food.”

You shrug, letting him pour sikhye into your glass. “I just never expected that you’re someone who…”

“… cooks?” he finishes for you. “I just did the bare minimum. Do you really want to see me being sweet?”

“Is that a challenge?”

Minho clears his throat, the way he stares at you makes you fidget in your seat. Only God knows what’s inside this man’s mind. One second he’s nonchalant and cool, then he’s Mr. Flirty and makes you all swoony.

Patting his thigh, he smiles at you. “Come here baby.”

You shake your head in fear of completely losing your sanity. “No. What are you trying to do?”

“Being the most romantic boyfriend ever. Come on.”

Minho tries his best to suppress his laugh as you finally settle yourself on his lap, not sure whether you should rest your head on his shoulder or peck his lips or marvel at how firm his thighs are... damn it Y/N, what are you? 17?

Although you’re just sitting there like a log, Minho looks unbothered and reaches for the chocolate cake. He slices it into smaller bites, taking a piece of it with the fork before telling you to open your mouth. “If you still want ice cream then we can get some on the way home.”

“I’ve had enough ice cream for today. I went to this cute ice cream parlor with Chan.”

You take the plate from him, stuffing yourself with the rest of the cake. Minho’s soft pats on your shoulder and the sweet taste of chocolate seem to flush all the initial awkwardness from your system.

Another hour passes with you curling up on Minho’s lap, the latter listening to your little speech about how grateful you are for vending machines as if you’re talking about world peace. Your back hurts and his thighs ache but the way your head nestles in the crook of his neck and the way he pecks your cheek every few minutes are enough of a spell to trap both of you in this exact moment, where lies, doubts and regrets cease to exist.

You wake up with a jolt, reaching for your water bottle on the bedside table. It’s surreal for a dream to feel that real—it almost felt like a memory, something distant but present nonetheless. You’re sure that was the younger Minho you saw in the dream instead of the one you know, and before you come to a realization that it’s currently 2AM, you’re already dialing his number.

He picks up on the fifth ring. “Hmmm my moonlight, missed me?”

His sleepy voice causes you to blush, definitely not seeing that coming. “Nothing.” You wince at your parched voice. “I just had a dream.”

Minho lets out a low laugh, you can hear him sitting up on his bed. “About me?”

“Well… yeah.”

“Tell me about it.”

You sink into your bed, heaving a sigh you forget to hide. “It’s complicated.”

“Was it a bad dream?” Minho’s voice is firm but oh so calming that you start recounting every detail you can remember. He listens to you attentively, humming once in a while, and your muscles are all relaxed now. Minho is here, listening to your bullshit in the wee hours of the morning. Minho is here, calling you his moonlight with the most caring tone ever.

“I miss you,” he declares the moment you finish talking. “Can I come over?”

“All of sudden? Minho, it’s 2AM.” You glance at the clock. “Wait, it’s 2:18 now.”

“Then I’ll be there at 3AM.”

“But—”

He hangs up, and you just sit there until Minho enters your room at 3AM sharp, taking in your dumfounded state before plopping himself onto the bed and pulling you close. “I’m here,” he sweetly says and you can only nod, eyes boring into his as he runs his thumbs along your cheekbones. “I like you, exactly the way you like me. I like you more.”

You shake your head, burying your head in the crook of his neck to hide your red cheeks. “It was just a dream,” he adds, enunciating each word like a mantra. Closing your eyes, you repeat his words again and again inside your head, traces of pain from the dream still crawling up your skin as Minho’s sweet praises lull you to sleep.

“I’m sorry but that’s classified information. We cannot mention anything about our patients.”

“But she did the procedure because of me! I’m the one she erased!”

“That only gives us more reasons to forbid you from obtaining any information. It’s our policy to protect our patients, especially after the procedure is done.”

Minho wonders how this sullen kid managed to land the job, but bites his tongue before he really gets kicked out. He takes one deep breath before pleading at so-called receptionist (his name is Kim Seungmin but he could care less) once again. “May I at least know whether she was in so much pain?”

Seungmin fixes his glasses. “People her age mostly spend their money on traveling or whatever cool things they want to do, but she chose to have her memories manipulated so she wouldn’t have to remember you. I think that’s enough of an explanation.”

It’s no big deal, Minho tells himself. It’s normal for people to have the Erasure procedure thesedays. In fact, it’s become so normal that no one bothers to talk about it anymore. Erasure is simply another way to move on, just like Love Alarm is another way to detect love. If you decided that your memories together weren’t precious enough to keep in your heart, so be it. If he hurt you that much but you chose to erase him instead of confronting him, then it’s your loss.

Exactly. Was he that bad? Did he hurt you that much?

“Excuse me, Sir?” Seungmin is already standing by the door. “I think it’s better for you to leave.”

“Alright.” Minho lifts his hands in defeat, starting to feel bad for the poor boy who’s just trying to keep his job. “Hang in there, kid.”

“Congratulations, you just earned a VIP pass to Hell.”

Eat Here is doing well, the kids he’s supporting are starting school soon and he finally gets to return the feelings of the girl he loves the most but yes, Seungmin is right. The gates of Hell are open for Minho.

“Right,” he scoffs. “As if you didn’t greet people with a smile and convinced them that erasure was the best solution for all their problems.”

Seungmin grits his teeth; talks about Dr. Seo Changbin’s Erasure Centre are never easy for both of them. For Seungmin, it reminds him of all the pain, rage and guilt he thought he was used to seeing. For Minho, it reminds him of his selfishness and failure to make you happy.

“The erasure did help a lot of people though,” the puppy-eyed boy trails off. “It’s been years yet I’m still torn between wanting the procedure to perish and thanking it for saving lives.”

“Maybe it does save people. But then there’s Y/N.”

“And you,” Seungmin adds.

Minho chuckles. “And you.”

“Are you just gonna wait until she realizes that those dreams actually happened?”

A long silence looms over them until Seungmin slides a clear CD case along the counter. “I guess it’s time to reveal how I risked my life for you the day I quit my job there.”

A label with your name is plastered on it along with the logo of the centre. It’s the answer to all his questions when he first met Seungmin. The sole proof that everything between the two of you happened.

“I can get sued anytime,” the part-timer warns jokingly. “So use it well, and don’t cry. She said some hurtful things, but you deserved it anyways.”

“Do you think it could last another hour?”

Hyunjin snaps one last photo and tells the models to get a 5-minute break. “Do you want an honest answer or an intern-can-make-anything-happen answer?” he whispers at you while checking his shots.

You’re currently at a photoshoot in Gyeongju with a client you desperately need to impress, but your clumsiness just had to choose today to get in action. Chan was almost furious when you told him you left all the cameras’ charging cables at Minho’s apartment.

“So we’re fucked up,” you conclude. “How many outfits are left?”

“Including this one… three.”

“We’re so fucked up,” you correct yourself, approaching Chan to relay the expected bad news when a familiar car arrives at the villa. You barely hear Hyunjin muttering, “God is a male… for today…” before rushing to take the black duffel bag from Minho’s hand. He only smiles when you tell him he’s getting all the hugs and kisses later.

The photoshoot continues smoothly; allowing you, Chan and Hyunjin actually breathe after 5 hours trying to make the cameras’ batteries last as long as possible.

“I’m so sorry Chan,” you sigh.

He lets out a weak chuckle. “It’s fine. The problem’s solved anyways.”

“No thanks to me.”

“Thanks to you.” Chan glances at your boyfriend who’s leaning on his car, watching you from afar. “Minho brought the chargers, but you were the one who made him drive all the way here. You need to stop underestimating his feelings for you.”

You let Chan’s words sink in, eyes meeting Minho’s in the process. For a split second you forget about everything’s that’s been bugging you, wanting nothing but to lose yourself in his affection for you.

“Do you trust Minho now?”

Chan puts his hand inside his pocket, exhaling softly. “I know he’s crazy for you Y/N, I’m not dense. But does that mean he’s being honest with you?”

Hyunjin snaps one last photo that marks the end of the shoot, giving you a reason not to respond to Chan, jogging towards the models instead. “Thank you, everyone!” You bow to them. “There are some snacks left inside so please eat before you go, or you may take them home.”

You can still feel Minho’s eyes on you, following you wherever you run with the sweetest kind of fondness that makes it hard for you to question him. He’s like a prince who comes from another kingdom after crossing the long bridge and fighting in the wild forest. He stands there in front of your castle, waiting for you to deem him worthy of your love, of you.

How do you say no to that?

But how do you know if he sees you the way you feel he does?

After that night, you’ve had other dreams—the ones you never told him—each dream etched itself into your mind, filling in the empty spaces slowly but surely. They become a part of you so naturally that you’re convinced you somehow lived them.

“What are you thinking about?”

Minho has just finished loading the last box of props into Chan’s car trunk, now waiting for you to break your train of thoughts with an amused smile. You barely hear Chan and Hyunjin saying goodbye before they enter the car, leaving the two of you alone.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

Minho’s smile is long gone, his expression mirroring yours: confused, lost, a bit scared. “Are you okay?”

Even your 18 year-old self knew what to do then. A bit late, but she did it. The thought of embracing her as a part of you is making you nauseous, the acknowledgement of having a past you don’t remember is disturbingly scary.

“Those dreams... they were real, right? Those are my memories.”

Your stomach churns when Minho nods, surprisingly calmer than you expected. He pulls out a CD out of his bag, carefully slipping it into your hand. The thin plastic feels heavy in your hold, the world as you know it crumbling at the realization that this Lee Minho was the same boy who had your heart in his palm and broke it.

“I tried to picture this situation in my head every single day, but never had the courage to actually tell you. I’m so sorry Y/N. For everything, then and now.”

Lee Minho, the one who sees you as his moonlight, was also the one whose heart could never be yours.

“I’m Lee Minho. We’re both from Gimpo, and we met at high school. We were best friends, then sometime during 11th grade we started dating. You were this amazing, lovely girl who wore your heart on your sleeves, and I was the asshole who failed to realize how blessed I was to have you.”

Minho pauses to look into your eyes, the sorrow in his orbs triggers the tears you refuse to shed. “I became your boyfriend because I didn’t want to lose you,” he continues. “I was stupid, wasn’t I? Stupid and inconsiderate. All I had to do was tell you how I felt…”

"B-but why?” you sob. “Y-you l-lied to me, Minho. Again.”

“I did. Fuck. I did,” he admits. “You have every right to never ever forgive me. But Y/N, I never meant to play with your feelings. I was too late, but I loved you then. I love you now, and I don’t think I’ll be able to love anyone else even if I try.”

Phase 2: Forgotten Days

“A mug?”

Minho hums as an answer while copying your English homework in a speed of light, failing to answer your questions about why, out of all things he could buy in Japan, he decided to gift you a mug. You let out a huff when he leaves your next question hang in the air (“How did you know that I needed a new mug?”), but lets him be since the bell will ring in 15 minutes.

The purple mug is quite heavy and somehow that makes your heart flutter. Minho gave all the other classmates green tea Kit Kats and keychains, but he was willing to fit the bulky mug into his tiny suitcase for you.

You don’t know what’s going on inside his head most of the time, for all you know he could’ve bought the mug because he forgot to buy something for you and decided to grab the first thing in sight. It’s just a little gift, something you should just appreciate without thinking too much about it, but you can’t help but wonder. Sometimes you feel sorry for yourself for overanalyzing Minho’s every little gesture, trying to guess how much he likes you.

“I’m done!” Minho exclaims, returning your book before grabbing his wallet. He finally looks into your eyes, smiling at you as he ruffles your hair. “Gotta grab some snacks. You want anything? Strawberry milk? Chips?”

When he comes back with both although you told him you only wanted chips, Minho argues that he knows you’ll get hungry in the middle of lessons. Again, it shouldn’t feel so special, but he’s looking at you now, you and no one else. Lee Minho is like an enigma, but at times like this, you bask in his bright smile and everything is forgotten.

Summer is the enemy you’ve managed to beat every single year, but combine the scorching heat with excruciating cramps and you don’t stand a chance. You peek into the practice room once again, but Minho is still practicing his dance routines, his phone laid neglected at the corner of the room. The supposed-to-be 30 minutes practice turns into an hour, and you decide to just wait outside since you don’t have energy to go home on your own.

The door opens when you’re on the verge of passing out, luckily someone has caught you before you collapse on the floor. “Y/N,” Minho’s voice forces you to open your eyes. “What happened?”

“… cramps…”

He lifts you and dashes to the infirmary without saying anything else, yelling at some other students to “fucking move!” while trying not to trip over his undone shoelaces. You try to tell him that you’re alright, just a little tired from enduring the pain but he gives you no chance to talk.

Minho finally stays still after kicking the infirmary’s door to no avail. He makes no other attempt to open the door, slowly making eye contact with your drowsy eyes. You love seeing fire in Minho’s eyes, especially when he dances or plays with his friends. This is the first time Minho sees you with such intensity, but this is not the passionate flame you’ve been craving to see. This fire is destructive, painful. It breaks your heart that he’s looking at you like this, like you’re the source of all unfortunate events that happens in his life.

You feel like you’re the unfortunate event in his life, and the thought is enough to make you break free from his bruising grip, pushing the door open yourself.

“Go back to practice,” you tell him, sitting on one of the beds. “I’ll lie down for a bit then go home.”

Minho rummages through the medicine cupboard, taking a painkiller pill and fills an empty glass with warm water. “Drink this, I’ll take you home.”

“I’m fine, Minho…”

He shakes his head. “You’re sick and I’m taking you home.”

Too weak to argue, you swallow the pill and let him walk you home. Minho keeps his hand around your shoulder the whole time, not even bothering to check his ringing phone. He doesn’t talk to you either, and at this rate the silence is more concerning than your cramps.

“Can you go up on your own?” he murmurs when you reach your apartment building. “I have to go back to school, but I’ll stop by later.”

You only nod, about to wave him goodbye when he reaches for your arm. “Wait.”

Minho cups your face, pressing his lips on yours and stealing your breath away. Soon, he starts kissing you harder, but his lips still feel cold against yours and he still feels so faraway even when he’s gripping your waist like his life depends on it.

“Minho,” you manage to rasp, cradling his face to stop him from planting another kiss on your lips. He opens his eyes, staring at you with those beautiful eyes that, sadly, never really shine for you. “Your friends are waiting.”

Still panting, Minho gives you a nod before pulling away. The fire you saw in his eyes earlier has died out.

As you watch him walk away, you finally realize that you’ve been asking yourself the wrong question. It’s not about how much Minho likes you, it’s about whether he likes you at all.

If Minho could choose only one person to be with for the rest of his life, he would choose you. He enjoyed watching movies with you, he loved sending his silly selfies to you, he always wanted to end a tiring day by talking to you all night long.

He can still do that, you’re still his friend. The only difference is that he can hug and kiss you and tell other people that he’s yours. Minho doesn’t know why he lets the words “boyfriend and girlfriend” change the dynamics between the two of you, but it’s too late to undo everything.

“Can we just be friends again?” he repeats the question in his head over and over, yet he can never voice it out. The look in your eyes will be too devastating for him to bear, and he will you lose you forever.

“I’m outside,” he tells you over the phone, trying not to flinch at your excited “Oh!” 

A few minutes later, you step out of the elevator, walking towards him with big steps.

“Feeling better?” he asks, noting the way your eyes light up at the question.

“Hmm. I took a short nap and it’s gone.”

Minho sighs. “Don’t wait for me next time. If I take too long, you can just go home. I’m sorry that I let you wait around like that.”

The last sentence causes you to lower your gaze, seemingly self-conscious with the fact that he forgot you were waiting for him. “Bought you some ice cream,” Minho says, trying to distract you from your thoughts. “Chocolate, vanilla, mint choco, it’s all there.”

“As an apology?” you half-tease, the tinge of sadness in your voice causes Minho’s heart to clench a little.

He quickly pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Yes and no,” he murmurs into your hair. Part of him is relieved when you don’t question his answer, only humming against his chest before wrapping your arms around him. It’s so easy to make you happy and it angers him. You’re too kind. Too patient. Too loyal. You’re too in love with him, and it hurts not being able to feel the same.

But as the warmth of your body starts to comfort his senses, Minho realizes this is where he wants to be. He wants to be with you, no matter what the labels are. “If you miss the last bus you’re gonna have to walk all the way home,” you remind him, voice muffled since neither of you wants to let go.

“One more minute,” he replies, fingers playing with the hole on your shirt. He places one feathery kiss there, a silent promise that he’s going to try his best loving you. The one promise that could have made you stay, but it remained unsaid until the day you left him.

“Surprise!”

Minho lets out a yelp, coughing up confetti that you pop right in front of face. His parents, standing a few steps behind you, are giggling at their son’s reaction. “I thought you had to go somewhere with your mom!” he exclaims, the surprise in his eyes is now replaced by confusion and… annoyance?

You quietly step aside, letting him shake off the confetti as you’re trying to find your voice. Minho’s parents don’t seem to notice the tension, laughing and explaining that they invited you over for the family birthday dinner.

His mother ushers both of you to the dining room where the feast awaits. “After all this time you still haven’t introduced Y/N to Soonie!” she protests jokingly while the said cat is purring at you. Coming over to Minho’s house without his knowledge sounded like a terrible idea right from the start, but now you really wish you had turned the offer down. The birthday boy only pats you on the back before telling you to sit down, and you spend the rest of the dinner conversing without ever looking at each other in the eyes. That’s no surprise, what surprises you is the fact that you don’t even bother trying to get him look at you.

After 2 years, you’re finally tired of waiting for Minho to love you.

“Soonie doesn’t usually like strangers,” Minho says as you’re walking to the bus stop. “But he really likes you.”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Like me. Do you like me?”

Minho chuckles. “What kind of question is that?”

Words are bubbling inside your head, all emotions threatening to spill out you have to literally swallow them down. It feels like the world has come to a stop—the realization that your world has been revolving around Minho all this time makes you feel queasy.

“Y/N?”

You want to explode. You wish you can explode. There’s nothing you want more than taking out every piece of your broken heart, count all of them and show him how much you’ve been hurting. You thought your love was enough for both of you, but the bigger your love grew, the farther the distance between the two of you became.

Minho keeps his gaze on you as you’re mustering up courage to ask the most heartbreaking question. “Why?” you quiver. “Why do you pretend that you like me? Why do you bother doing that for 2 years?”

“I-I like you. So much,” he stutters. “Just not in the same way you like me…”

Blinking your tears away, you return his tormented gaze. “Then why did you let me like you alone? Every fucking day you let me wonder how much you like me, if I mean anything to you… I wait for you, convincing myself that you must’ve liked me if you chose to be my boyfriend. But it’s just a game to you, isn’t it?”

Lee Minho has always had his own way to love. You’ve seen him showering those around him with love in ways that seem so ordinary that people often take it for granted. But you see and feel everything, including hints that your feelings have always been one sided. You bury all those hints, telling yourself that he only needs time.

That time never comes, and you have run out of lies and excuses and hope to cover up for both of you.

Phase 3: Chasing Moonlight

The Queen lived under a spell all this time, believing that the foreign kingdom was her whole world while she didn’t even have a home to begin with.

But the ruins of her castle—the only thing that’s left of the kingdom she tried to understand her whole life—will become one. She’s going to build herself a new kingdom, one that she knows by heart, and call it home.

“Noona!!! I’m going home!!! Don’t stay there too long!!! You’ll get sick!!!”

You tear your gaze from the cloudy sky as Hyunjin shouts at you from the ground. You dismiss him with a little wave, forcing a small smile so that the boy will leave instead of going back to the rooftop.

“He’s right,” Chan adds. “You’ve been here for hours.”

After showing up at work with puffy eyes and hoarse voice, Chan attempted to send you home, but you insisted to complete some of your tasks before breaking down during lunch after Hyunjin accidentally revealed that he would meet Seungmin at Eat Here.

So here you are, finally sated after crying all the tears you had left at the rooftop during the remaining working hours.

“I’m fine,” you croak, cringing at your own voice. “You can leave.”

“And let you stay here until you’re all stiff and frozen?”

“Just let me be pathetic for one more day.”

He furrows his brows. “You’re not being pathetic. After what he’s done to you, weeping is the least you should do.”

You let out your first laugh of the day. “I surely wept.”

Looking incredibly relieved that you haven’t lost the ability to feel other emotions than sadness, Chan continues, “Wanna talk about it?”

“Do you know what hurts the most?”

He takes the longest time to think, but shakes his head at the end.

“The fact that I’ll probably never see him again.”

“That’s supposed to be a good thing, but go on.”

“Should I give him one last chance? Or should I just hate him until I die? What’s the right thing to do? What should I do to heal? What should he do to heal? All these questions are driving me insane.”

Those questions are the easiest to answer, so you expect Chan to sigh and tell you to snap out of it, but he just smiles at you. “What do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Have you tried answering your own questions? What you want to do is what you’re supposed to do. It’s easy, my dear friend.”

“I want to…”

Your mind wanders to last night, recalling that agony on Minho’s face that mirrors your own. A small part of you wants him to suffer for the rest of his life, consumed by guilt and the sheer horror of being erased from someone else’s memories.

“I want to curse him out.”

Chan playfully smacks your head. “You didn’t do that?”

“My mind went blank, then I started crying. That wasn’t cool at all, I know,” you huff. “I should’ve told him to go to hell or something.”

“After that? What do you want to do?”

You bury your face into your palms, ignoring the teasing tone in Chan’s questions. “The last time we talked, you were Lee Minho’s #1 hater. What happened?”

“I just wanted him to be honest with you. I never hated him,” he tells you softly. “Do you?”

You may never get all of your memories back, but the ones you can remember are enough to know that being with Minho used to be a silent torture. He was a thorny rose, beautiful yet unattainable. You wanted him so much you refused to look down and see your bloody fingers. The thorns were stuck there for the longest time, eventually infecting your soul until you were too weak to heal yourself.

But he’s not that boy anymore. He’s just Minho who listens to all of your rambles and actually keeps all those details in his mind. He gives you the warmest hugs and the most sincere kisses. He stays by your side, and you will always want him to stay.

When you finally lift your head to answer Chan, he gives you his reassuring smile that never fails to make you feel better. It’s the first time he’s talking about Minho without a frown, and you hope it’s a good sign. “Like I said,” he sing-songs. “Do what you want to do.”

The sound of footsteps approaching prompts you to curl yourself into a ball, trying to make yourself as invisible as possible under the dining the table. Jeongin manages to push the heavy door open after a few tries, mumbling that you’re not going to take the “king of hide and seek” title from him. You can’t help but giggle at his determination, waiting for him to find you while he’s scanning the whole room.

“Minho hyung!”

You stay still, not wanting to fall into the 5 year-old’s tricks so easily… until you hear Minho’s voice calling the little boy’s name. “What are you guys playing? Where’s Y/N?”

“We’re playing hide and seek,” Jeongin answers, his eyes still as sharp as a hawk. “I’ve found everyone, only Y/N noona is left!”

Minho hums. “Want me to help you find her?”

You don’t hear Jeongin responding, but the next thing you see is a pair of pretty eyes staring into yours. “Found her,” Minho murmurs.

Jeongin pulls you out with a huge grin on his face. “I knew you were there! Thanks for helping me, hyung.”

Minho ruffles the boy’s head before gazing back at you. “If you’re thankful, can I borrow her for a second? We just need to talk, then she���s all yours.”

You can’t find the strength to say no, hoping Jeongin will somehow be clingy this time. “Are you guys fighting?” he asks instead.

“Do you think we’re fighting?”

Jeongin nods, his sparkly eyes turn gloomy. “If I let you talk, will you make up?”

Minho glances at you. “I don’t know… I made a huge mistake.”

“Did you make her cry?”

“Yeah,” Minho confirms, voice thick with remorse and you’re not sure how long you can pretend to be okay in front of Jeongin.“I’m a bad person, aren’t I?”

You crouch down, pinching the boy’s pout with an endearing smile. “I promise nothing bad will happen. Can we go outside now? I’m sure everyone is waiting for you.”

Still a bit sullen, he links his hand with yours and lets you lead him out, Minho trailing behind the two of you. Once you’re back at the garden, Jeongin whispers into your ear, “I’ll always be your friend, noona. I won’t hurt you.”

“Of course you won’t,” you laugh. “I’ll join you soon, okay?”

Minho turns to you as soon as Jeongin goes back to his friends, studying your expressions carefully. You want to tell him so many things, yet the only words you can produce are, “Fuck you, Lee Minho.”

You feel slightly lighter when Minho says nothing to defend himself, sitting on the grass before gesturing at you to do the same. It fuels your need to let out the pain you previously sealed inside your heart, ironically basking in his comforting presence as you do so.

“The whole time I felt like something was missing. You knew that, then went on hiding the rest of the puzzle pieces and left me there, incomplete. Just like that.”

This isn’t your first time baring your heart to Minho, the last time you did it you were left with such immeasurable pain that erasing a part of your brain—your soul—sounded like a better choice. You wait for the sadness and rage to take over your mind, but the storm never comes. You wonder what makes it different until Minho shifts to look at you in the eye.

Minho is looking at you with those pretty eyes like you’re the only one he can see. It’s not just a sweet dream you tried to dream of every night when you were 17. You’re no longer the only one who’s wearing your heart on your sleeves.

“Am I doing this because I feel guilty or because I genuinely want to be with you?” he begins. “Believe me Y/N, I spent months trying to find the answer and justify what I did, but I guess you can never exactly separate those two feelings.”

His confession is bittersweet; you know it won’t end all your personal battles. You still have to fight them, help yourself to understand why you are thinking and acting the way you are. The gaps have been filled, and now you have to be the one who define yourself.

“I thought I could just treat you better for the rest of our lives. I was sure my love would be enough to heal you. That was very stupid and selfish of me, and I’m sorry. You’re free to hate me, push me away, ruin my life… the decision is yours. But I don’t wanna hide how I feel anymore. Not from you.”

You’re still pondering his words when Jeongin comes to check on you, making sure Minho isn’t making you cry again.

“No, Jeongin, I’m fine. Look? I’m not crying!” you reassure the pouty kid.

He beams at you with his toothy smile. “Really?! Did you make up? Friends have to forgive each other!”

“I know, sweetheart,” you coo. “And yes, we made up. Friends forgive each other.”

Minho shoots you a surprised look, but you ignore him until you convince Jeongin that he can continue playing. “I don’t know whether we can go back to what we were,” you tell him, gazing at the clear sky. “I still need time to process everything, but I was afraid that I wouldn’t ever see you again. So we can be friends, if you want.”

He chuckles, eyes sparkling and hopeful. “Hi. I’m Lee Minho.”

“I’m Y/N,” you reply. “Anyways, Lee Minho my new friend, how did you know that I’m here?”

“Your scary friend Bang Chan told me you’d be here.”

“So you think Chan is scary.”

Minho does something that’s between a shrug and a shudder. “He’s always shooting daggers at me how do you not notice?!”

As you and Minho spend the rest of the day laughing and enjoying the sun, you rediscover the magic of following your heart.

It’s heavenly.

To Minho, there are only okay days and good days. Bad days almost never happen, but today is a bad day. Everything started from Eat Here’s fruit supplier sending them the wrong strawberries, then Seungmin called in sick minutes before his shift started, and now he has to deal with a couple whose order hasn’t been processed since 40 minutes ago.

“I apologize for the inconvenience. We’re processing your order now and it will be on us. Jisung, we need another 2 glasses of lemonade—”

“We need our food, not—”

Minho’s lips stretch into a thin smile, the kind of smile he hates because you once said you could sense that he was faking it. His business smile is the only that can save him now, so he ignores the fact that you’re watching the whole chaos and says, “It will be on us. You’re going to need more drinks while waiting.”

After making sure that he’s appeased the angry customers, Minho goes back to the small table at the corner where you’re waiting for him. He can no longer mask his fatigue and annoyance when you lay your eyes on him, all he wants now is to hold you in his arms and sleep everything away. He knows he can’t ask you for more, he’s already getting more than he deserves since you agreed to be friends with him again.

He’s undeniably the luckiest man in the whole galaxy, but it’s human instincts to always want more. There are days when his longing for you is too much to handle, and today is one of those days.

His train of thoughts is interrupted when a cold glass is pressed against his cheek. “Minho?”

“Huh?”

Your eyes crinkle knowingly when he focuses his eyes on you again. “I want to listen to you ranting but I really need to go now. Chan needs me back at the office.”

“Okay,” he answers rather brashly. “Thanks for stopping by.”

Minho almost pouts the way Jeongin does (that pout always gets him) whenever the two of you are going home, luckily he stops himself just in time, opting to wonder what will happen if he tells you that he wants you to stay just a minute longer instead.

You make your way to the door, but not without stopping to give him one last advice, “You better not complain that everything is annoying every 5 seconds if you want that new guy to last more than a day. He’s been looking like a lost quokka!”

Your “warning” came out a bit too loud than you expected. Of course, it reaches Han “that new guy” Jisung’s ears and Minho hopes he remembers to give the poor kid a slice of cheesecake for free after his shift ends. You flash him an apologetic smile, turning to Jisung to convince him that his boss isn’t as bad as he seems before your phone rings.

“He’s harmless, Jisung, just make him iced Americano everyday, praise his cats, and you’re good. Okay, I have to go now or I’ll be jobless in an hour! Byeee!”

Minho’s mouth has curled into a lovesick smile at your antics, waving at you until you close the door of your car. The way you naturally calm him down surprises him everytime, it’s like you’re unaware of how much power you have over him.

God, you really own every inch of his heart, don’t you?

Second chances are overrated.

People change, but once you pay attention to them a just a liiiitle more, you realize that they’re still the same. Lee Minho believes he doesn’t deserve any second chance from you, yet he finds himself seeking forgiveness the moment he looked into your eyes again. As selfish as it sounds, Minho wants your love. Nobody else’s, just yours.

He tried to fill in the empty space you left with other people, but none of them fit. It was always too much or too little, punching him right in his gut for ever thinking that what you two had was too much, that you were too much.

Seeing you fast asleep in his living room with Soonie, Doongie and Dori is another reminder that you were never too much.

You were, and still are, his everything.

Dori opens her eyes before jumping out of your arms, making you stir. Minho quietly strokes your hair to lull you back to sleep, but soon your eyes flutter open as well. “Hmmm look who’s here… the hottest man alive,” you mumble.

Minho points at himself. “Not that I’m surprised, but thank you.”

Your sleepy smile and the breathy chuckle that comes after make his stomach flip. It’s just a simple reaction, something you probably didn’t realize doing, but it feels breathtakingly intimate and loving to Minho. A small part of you that only him can see, something that will cross his mind sometime during work, making him wish time to pass quickly so he can rush back home. To you.

Damn, he promised himself not to let him picture a life with you as the love of his life, but look at his defense crumbling right in front of you because of a mere smile.

You seem to notice his dilemma, lips forming another smile. Opening your arms, you whisper, “Come here.”

The voices in his head are drowned by your request, it’s echoing inside his head like a deathly spell. You have him in your embrace nanoseconds later, curling your hands around his neck as he completely succumbs to his longing.

Minho’s head buzzes with the need to tell you that he loves you, wants you, and misses you to the point that he almost asks you to please please please please forgive him and take him back.

“Okay.”

He lifts his head from the crook of your neck, eyes flickering to yours. You chuckle at his reaction, cupping his cheeks with your warm hands. “Say that again.”

“Say… what again?”

Minho blinks up at you, tiny groans of regret escaping his lips when he realizes that he just spilled everything out loud. “I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I wasn’t supposed to say that. I know this isn’t about me, but—”

“Did you mean it, though?”

“Of course I did,” Minho says. “But I want to go according to your pace.”

“If I didn’t want the same thing I wouldn’t be here, Minho.” Your voice is as sweet as honey, hypnotizing him into dropping his hopeless pretense. “I’ve built a new home that truly feels like home. It’s probably just a small house, filled with everything that makes me me. But it feels like a beautiful kingdom, and it’s not complete without you in it.”

You don’t have to say it; the way you hold his gaze with such a raw, pure sincerity and the way you asked him to be with you as if he’s the best person in the whole world are enough to let Minho know that he’s all forgiven.

Feeling a tug at his shirt, he meets your expectant eyes once again. “Are you going to continue staring at me like that until we fall asleep?”

The last traces his fear for disappointing you melts away as you start stroking his hair. “I love you,” he rasps, unconsciously leaning in until his lips brush over yours. “My precious moonlight, I’ll do my best so you won’t ever have to erase me again. I love you, Y/N, please don’t leave me.”

You barely manage to nod before Minho finally crashes his lips against yours, not giving you any chance to steal a breath as he lets his feelings overtake himself. He explores every part of your lips like a madman and you accept whatever he gives you, trying to keep up with his feverish kisses and letting him know that he doesn’t need to hold back.

The sudden urge to see you encourages him to pull away. Minho says nothing for a while, only looking into your eyes with silent adoration. Still breathless, you prop yourself up to reward him with a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, the sweet gesture causing Minho to attack you with a series of playful smooches.

“How long do you think this will last?” you ask in between kisses, giggling when Minho switches your positions, you’re now lying on top of him.

“This?”

You pinch his cheek. “I gotta admit it feels kinda nice to hear you saying please so many times.”

Minho arches an eyebrow at your cheeky remark. “Is that so? Wait until you find out how much I like hearing you beg.”

“Minho!” you exclaim, dropping your head on his chest to hide your flushed cheeks. He wraps his arms around you, ready to make you even more flustered before accidentally locking eyes with his cats. You lift your head when you feel his body stills, following his gaze.

“Oh no,” you murmur. “The kids saw that, didn’t they?”

He smiles sheepishly at each of them, somehow feeling like he’s gotten caught by his parents. “This kind of thing happens when you love someone,” he attempts to joke. “So get used to it, okay kiddos?”

You nudge his chest with your chin. “God, you’re shameless.”

“They’re cats!”

“Then why are your ears so red?!”

Minho tuts. “That’s it. We need to do this more often so they’ll get used to it.”

As he silences you with another searing kiss, Minho almost malfunctions at how addicting and comforting it is to have you as his again. It’s impossible to fathom all of his feelings for you into words, yet he still hopes you’ll feel every single one of them.

And you do, because Minho is yours. Entirely yours.

“How did you pass your driving test? Did you bribe them or something?”

Hyunjin doesn’t bother to answer Seungmin’s accusation, eyes glued to the road.

“Watch it,” Minho warns monotonously while you’re gripping his hand, too scared to witness the younger trying to drive. Seungmin shrieks in horror when Hyunjin hits the break almost too late. He glares at the passenger seats where you and Minho are seated. “Hyung can you just take over? Or at least switch seats with me?”

“I can’t.” He points at you. “Y/N is scared as hell and I’m not gonna let you hold her hand.”

Hyunjin curses under his breath when several other cars pass him. “Give me a break! This is my first time driving at the highway,” he argues. “And I was supposed to borrow Chan hyung’s car! Driving your car makes it even ten times scarier!”

“Hey, what’s wrong with my car?!” your boyfriend protests.

The three men continue talking over each other, causing you to roar, “SHUT UP!! Hwang Hyunjin, if you take your hands off the wheels you’re gonna die before you even scratch the car!”

Twenty painful minutes later, Hyunjin succeeds in parallel parking the car with the help of a very frustrated Seungmin. The two boys are heading to the orphanage right away, leaving you and Minho alone for your little date.

Minho opens the trunk, setting it up quickly before pulling you to sit beside him, handing you one of the toasts he packed this morning. “Whoa, the moony park is even more beautiful during the day,” you muse, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Minho agrees. “Should we come here more often at this hour?”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re with me.”

Minho snorts at your cheesy answer, but you still sense his wary from the way he keeps glancing at you from time to time. “Is this about the erasure recording you found in my room yesterday? Is that why you took me here?”

“I’m just wondering why you’re still keeping it. I thought we agreed to destroy it,” he says, doing his best to conceal his uneasiness. You initially thought it was a great idea to forget it ever happened, but no, you’re not running away. You want to accept all the consequences of the decisions you have made, especially this one.

“We did, but then I realized I didn’t want to. I don’t want to erase anything anymore, Minho. I want to live life as it is. It’s a memento from the most important period of my life, and while it hurts, it’s a part of me.” You throw your arms around him, squeezing his body until he turns to you and return your hug. “It’s also a reminder that what we have is stronger than anything, don’t you think? I erased you and I still fell in love with you again. Like an idiot.”

Relief washes over you when Minho chuckles, carefree and amused. “You’re not an idiot,” he teases. “You just have an exceptional taste, and I’m way too irresistible. Let’s face it, you were already crazy for me even before I gave you my card.”

“No I wasn’t! I just thought you were attractive!”

“I am the hottest man alive.”

You sigh. “You’ll never let me live it down.”

“No,” he affirms. “Because you’re right. It’s time to stop trying to forget our past. I’ll never forget the fact that you’re calling me the hottest man alive, just like I’ll never forget how much I’ve hurt you. And how much I’ll always try to make it up to you.”

You laugh at his comparison. “I honestly can’t tell whether we’re having a serious conversation or just trolling each other.”

“It’s my talent, baby. Life is always fun with me.”

Although the park has become more crowded and your boyfriend is never big on PDA, you have no choice but giving him a kiss on his cheek. “You don’t have to do anything for me,” you whisper. “Just love me.”

“Hmm.” His lips stretch into a loving smile, the one smile reserved for your eyes only. “That I do.”

Minho isn’t a prince charming who sweeps you off your feet. He is your wandering prince and you’re his moonlight, illuminating his gloomy world. You show him that he doesn’t have to wander for the rest of his life, that he can call you home and stay.

And Minho will always be with you, showering you with the love you deserve. He’ll be the one who fight the demons for you and with you, he’ll be the one who reminds you over and over again how strong and precious you are whenever you lose faith in yourself. Together, you are moonlit. Together, you are complete.

[thepixelelf]

Ways to Fall in Love Series

29. On a roof

Genres: romance, angst, office setting au, strangers to friends to lovers

Pairing: Reader and Younghyun/YoungK (Day6)

Words: 2.5k (00:10)

Note: HEAVY dialogue. And I mean heavy. Let’s call it my writing style. Dear anon, I personally like this story and the style it has, but I know this kind of style isn’t for everyone, sorry about that. [I hope you still enjoy it :)]

Two years ago, Kang Younghyun caught you smoking on the roof. You weren’t smoking, so you weren’t really caught, but it was on the roof and it was Kang Younghyun, and he was where the story really began.

•••

Two years ago

Your cheeks burned with pricks and pokes as cold air continued to berate your skin, yet you made no move to fix anything. The view of the city was always too beautiful to look away, and you certainly wouldn’t now, not when the sun was about to set.

All the new-age buildings glowed in reflection of the orange sunlight, and even your breath — which you could see furling up in such temperatures — captured the rays beautifully.

The sucker in your mouth, a childish little thing you’d snatched from someone’s cubicle, tasted of lemonade. Your lips, dry and cracked from the recent cold weather and lack of scheduled balming, took to the flavor badly, the sourness of the candy causing your split lips to temporarily shoot with an oddly endurable pain. You kept the sucker in your mouth so as not to have it touch your lips again.

“You can’t smoke up here.”

But you weren’t.

You turned to the voice, where a man stood just in front of the roof’s entryway. He looked upset, though he had no reason to be – you had done nothing wrong.

Your breath fell out again as you opened your mouth to speak, the water vapour curling and furling in the cold. The candy was stored to your cheek by your tongue.

“Did you hear what I said?”

You did.

Perhaps this man had never seen a cigarette in his life, as the thin paper stick slowly disintegrating in your mouth looked nothing like one. You scoffed at his ignorant dismissal of you when he had no idea who you were and you the same of him. Assumptions had made a fool out of greater ones before him, and would continue to long after.

You didn’t bother trying to answer him a second time. If he wasn’t going to listen in the first place, why would you deign him a response anyways?

“I said, you can’t smoke up here.”

Persistent, he was.

You jumped down from the viewpoint you’d found months ago, hands leaving their refuge in your coat pockets to aid in your balance. The walk up to him took no time at all, and soon you were directly in front of him, blocking his view of the sunset.

His cheeks were red in the wind, his clothes not nearly warm enough for the weather. You recognized him from somewhere, perhaps he worked on your floor. Kang, you thought his name was, though you couldn’t be certain.

He seemed about to stutter something else – perhaps about not wanting to catch your supposed second-hand smoke.

You popped the sucker out with a sharp tug, putting emphasis on the sound and extra care into not cringing at the sour flavour meeting your chapped lips. Feigning the exhalation of tobacco, you let more warm breath pour out.

His eyes widened. He said nothing.

Slowly, you stepped around him, going faster when he tried to hide his back. You snatched the small cardboard box from his hands with quick fingers

The thing with cigarette boxes is that they always have warnings.

Smoking while pregnant can cause serious impediment.

Smoking is known to cause lung cancer.

Do not smoke if it could affect your health.

Nice little things like that.

“You can’t smoke up here.”

•

One year, nine months ago

“I don’t smoke.”

The sun no longer set while you were still at work, yet the view was still alluring enough for you to return day after day. You turned at the sound his voice again.

What a strange thing to have said.

“Sure.”

“I really don’t.”

Your gaze returned to the horizon, where you were watching the skyline. You didn’t know who he was trying to convince. Someone below honked their car horn, and your eyes trained to the disruption.

He came up to stand beside you at the edge, gaze on you before it shifted to look down. 

“I kept thinking that I was going to start… That day was the closest I ever got.”

You’d never heard of someone struggling to start smoking. It was always the struggle to stop – the battle, as people called it. 

“Why are you telling me this?”

His hands were in his pants pockets, clothes still too little for rooftop wind. He didn’t shiver.

“I just… wanted you to know.”

Your eyebrows raised without meaning to. A silent question suspended itself between him and you. Why?

“I… thought you might have a bad opinion of me.”

The truth was you had no opinion of him. It was a single day, three months ago when you’d spoken with Kang Younghyun for the first time, one that you easily forgot. People assumed things. People smoked. It was just life. That day was entirely insignificant to you at that point, not important enough for you to remember his small mistake or the idea that he may or may not have smoked once you went back to work.

You propped your arms on the concrete barrier between you and a twenty-four story drop, turning your head to finally look at him for longer than a moment.

“And why should my opinion matter?” you said. “I’m nothing but a stranger, a coworker at most. The only opinion you should care about is your own.”

A pause.

“What do you think about smoking?”

His answer came as no surprise to you. It was quite the easy situation to read.

“It’s bad, I suppose.”

“Then you have your own opinion. No need for mine.”

•

One year, eight months ago

“You keep invading my secret spot, Kang Younghyun.”

Your eyes didn’t leave the horizon, yet you knew he was standing there, next to you.

“It’s not secret,” he said.

“Not anymore.”

The silence between you stretched on, comfortable in its simplicity. You were used to the silence that wasn’t silence (as the noise of the world around you kept on) from the months you’d already spent on that roof alone.

He didn’t appreciate the silence like you did. “…It’s a beautiful spot.”

It was.

“It is.”

“Do you think,” he paused for a moment, looking to the ledge and you and the horizon, “it’d be a good place to propose?”

Another strange question, but by now you were used to those from him.

“For me, it would be perfect. For anyone else… it’s all up to them.” You turned from the view and leaned your back against the railing, elbows propped up on your sides. “Why? Are you planning on proposing to someone in my secret spot?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, forget about it. This is our secret spot now. You’re not allowed to show it to anyone else.”

Not that you could truly keep the place to yourself, it was simply that no one but you ever really stayed there. After all, there was no smoking allowed.

“Would you stop me?” he asked, “If I did?”

“I wouldn’t have to. You’ve promised.”

“No I haven’t…?”

“Of course you have.”

•

One year, one month ago

You were in a precarious position, standing up above the entrance to the door – having climbed up in the most awkward way possible – with a basket of rose petals cradled in your arm, the other hand poised and ready to shower the petals on cue. But the cue never came.

Well, it did, but only one person came through the door when you were waiting for two.

“Where is she?”

“A break…” he mumbled, but you could barely hear it. He was so quiet you thought you’d misunderstood.

“What?”

“She said… we should take a break.”

You’d never experienced something like that before, the whole idea ran past your mind as you tried to comprehend it, but you just couldn’t. Younghyun was about to propose, and that was a big deal to him, you knew that. It had taken months for him to convince himself to just do it, asking you for advice along the way. And now…

“…And? What did you say?”

“Okay…”

“You…?”

“I said okay!” he exploded, “I’m an idiot!”

He hid his head in his hands, no tears falling even though there should have been.

“Why would you say that of all things? Aren’t you in love with her?”

A definitive answer. One more sure than sure. “Yes.”

“Then why?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

You looked at the petals in the basket, useless now without someone to drop them on. They’d seemed beautiful only minutes ago, yet as you ran your fingertips over the soft velvety flowers, you couldn’t help but see the red color as an omen. You had nothing more to say.

“I don’t know.”

•

One year ago

“You seem to be coping well.”

It had been a while since you and Younghyun had run into each other on the rooftop. Ever since the proposal incident, you hadn’t had any chances to speak with him. He was there now, standing next to you at the railing like he always would, except his frown and dark circles were deeper than usual.

“Oh yeah?” he scoffed. “What gave it away? My dark circles? My chipper attitude?”

“I was trying to make you feel stronger.”

“It didn’t work.”

“I can see that.”

The longer Younghyun’s break went on, the more he seemed to appreciate silence. But you knew that wasn’t true. Unlike you, who harmonized with the silence, Younghyun hid himself within it. He treated it as a wall, a fragile wall, but a wall nonetheless.

It wasn’t your job to get through his walls. It shouldn’t have been.

“Then… how are you coping?”

He said nothing, but he turned to look at you for a moment, an emotion you couldn’t identify twisting on his face. His hand went to the back pocket of his slacks, pulling out a yet unopened pack of cigarettes.

“Those won’t help.”

“I know.” He brought the box up to his face and turned it over in his hands as if reading the labels. “I still haven’t ever used one.”

“Then why do you have them?”

The breath he took was deep, and you wondered if you should’ve stopped talking.

“I don’t know. I guess I keep them as a reminder. I look at them and know that I’ve been through worse and will be in the future, but I’ve never turned this way yet. Every time I put them back in my pocket… I’m a little stronger than I was before.”

You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers. “…That’s quite poetic.”

“I’ve had some time to think.”

Bracing your hands on the railing, you pushed back and swung around. You stuffed your hands in your pockets. “I suppose that’s one way,” you said, resigned. “You don’t need me then.”

When you moved to go, to leave him alone with his walls and his unopened cigarettes, his hand wrapped around your arm. Not hard — gentle, but enough to make you stop.

“No. Stay.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s just better this way.”

This way?

“What way?”

He gave no answer. Though, there isn’t always a need for one.

•

Eleven months ago

“I don’t understand,” you muttered, looking down because you didn’t dare look at him, “I thought it was just a break?”

“I guess it wasn’t for her.”

The news had surprised you more than him, though he didn’t know it. You had honestly thought that two people so in love with each other could take a break and return to what they once were, and Younghyun had told you himself that he loved her.

“Are you okay?”

His head had been resting, defeated, on the metal railing, but your ignorant question made him jerk up to glare at you.

“No,” he seethed. “No, why in hell would I be okay?”

You stepped closer. “It’s not a real question, it’s an opener. I’m asking if you want me to comfort you.”

A moment passed where nothing happened, nothing except him turning to face you, one hand still gripping the rail, knuckles white. You had no idea what he was thinking about if not his recent heartbreak, but the look in his eyes, the ones that were studying yours so intently, told you it couldn’t have been that. He was thinking about you. But what, exactly, was the question.

“…That would be nice.”

Then he leaned in and his arm wrapped around your waist and you stumbled forward in surprise and your hands sandwiched between his chest and yours and his lips grazed yours and it was all too fast and you were almost too shocked for a second to hate it but you did. You hated it.

Pushing him off before he could complete whatever he’d planned to use you for, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. As you opened them again, you did your best to not read into his desolated expression. You didn’t want any reason to stay.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped out — because you really were, “I’m sorry, but I can’t comfort you like that. I won’t.”

And you walked away. 

•

Eight months ago

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. You’ve told me already.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

You looked at him.

“Do you want me to?”

He looked away.

•

Seven months ago

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

•

Six months ago

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. Thank you.”

•

Five months ago

“I want to try again,” he said, a finality to his voice that you hadn’t heard in a long time. There was a finality, yes, but also uncertainty. An uncertain conclusion.

Your gaze kept to the horizon, as it always was. “Try what again?”

“Kissing you.”

You tensed. Suddenly the wind felt stronger than before. “Younghyun…”

“But not now,” he cut you off. “Not now, because I made a mistake and I want to do it right. I want to make this right.”

“Younghyun, I—”

“And only if you want it. I made you uncomfortable before and I never want to again, but I have these… feelings, and— and I can’t seem to get rid of them and I know I messed up but…”

His words seemed to fail him, yet you said nothing. You wanted him to continue.

“But I want to fix this. I don’t know if I can… but if you’ll let me try…”

You looked at him.

“Can I get back to you?”

•

Today

“Do you remember, a year or two ago, when you said this would be a perfect proposal spot?”

“You’re remembering that? On purpose?”

Any memories associated with unfriendly exes, you thought people liked to forget.

“Shut up, I’m trying to be romantic.”

“Oh.” You shrugged. “It’s working?”

“Don’t sound so surefire.”

You laughed together. What a lovely sound.

“Well, are you going to propose? A little early, don’t you think?”

His smile could have blinded you, or perhaps could have been hung in the Louvre, in your opinion. But then you’d never get to see it, so maybe not. You’d rather keep Kang Younghyun to yourself.

“Someday. I’ll surprise you.”

“I’d like that.”

[ao3feed-namkook]

Full House

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2DKM1vu

by jiminthestreets_bonesinthesheets

What happens when five popular kpop groups are all forced to live in the same house together? Emotions run wild in the idol mansion as a clash of love and hate battle to win. Friendships will grow, love will blossom, and bonds will be tested as these idols struggle with feelings they still don’t know how to handle, and for some never even knew they had. Watch the events unfold as we show you how these five groups come to terms with all of this and more. Welcome to Full House!

Words: 5, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: B.A.P, Day6 (Band), NU'EST, 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Teen Top (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bang Yongguk, Kim Himchan, Moon Jongup, Yoo Youngjae, Jung Daehyun, Choi Junhong | Zelo, Choi Minki | Ren, Kim Jonghyun | JR, Kang Younghyun | Young K, Kim Wonpil, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Park Jimin (BTS), Ahn Daniel | Niel, Bang Minsoo | C.A.P, Lee Byunghun | L.Joe, Yoo Changhyun | Ricky, Choi Jonghyun | Changjo

Relationships: Bang Yongguk/Choi Junhong | Zelo, Kim Himchan/Yoo Youngjae, Jung Daehyun/Moon Jongup, Choi Minki | Ren & Kim Jonghyun | JR, Kang Younghyun | Young K/Kim Wonpil, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM, Ahn Daniel | Niel/Bang Minsoo | C.A.P, Lee Byunghun | L.Joe/Yoo Changhyun | Ricky, Choi Jonghyun | Changjo/Lee Chanhee | Chunji

Additional Tags: Smut, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Sex, Fun, all the goods

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2DKM1vu

[daysswithyou]

Fallen Chapter 18: Forget

previous / next

Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC (Rachel)

Genre: angst, fake dating, high school romance, fluff, romance

Author’s note: I am so very, very, very sorry for the slow updates with Fallen >< but here it is – Chapter 18! Please do enjoy :)

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What transpired that night is still a haze in your memory. You woke up with a slight headache, your eyes sore from the crying last night. You think back to last night, and you feel your throat constrict, threatening to push the tears back out again. All you can picture in your mind is the look of delirium on his face and his vice-like grip on you. Even the peaceful tranquillity of the morning threatens to be broken by the memory of his repeated apologies resurfacing. Moving deeper into the memory, you remember frisking him, moving from his face down the entire length of his torso. Yet you found nothing amiss - not even the slightest scratch - and you were sure that this memory was not tainted. Nothing about last night added up to any sort of logical scenario – so what the hell happened? The intense thinking made your head pound more, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. Hoping that a cold shower might wash your thoughts away, you attempt to move out from your bed, only to be alerted to a weight against your stomach, your eyes wandering downwards to find an arm draped across it.

Right – Younghyun – he was here with you ever since last night. You remember not being able to get him to move after his intense sobbing last night, the light literally leaving his eyes as he slumps down onto your bed. You figure he could stay for one night, and you'll question him in the morning – so here you were now. In a bed with his sleeping figure beside yours. Gently prying his fingers off you, you proceed without much success when he immediately fists the fabric of your shirt in his hand, not letting you go at all. He mumbles something incoherent as he pulls you back, and you have to lean down closer to hear his whispers. He sounds like he did last night with the repeated apologies, but this time round, he's chanting another word: Stay. You attempt to leave again, desperate for the cool water to relieve some of the tension in your body but his urgent pleading soon becomes frantic, and you turn to lie back by his side, a hand quickly coming up to smooth his hair. The action quickly placated the troubled boy lying beside you. His tight grip on your shirt releases, his voice quietening down till the only sounds left are of his soft breathing. Still, a small frown etches itself onto his face – even in his sleep, he's troubled. You use your thumb to smooth out the frown, but you know it does nothing to quieten down the storm in his mind. What happened to you Younghyun-ah? What exactly are you apologising for? --- The two questions trouble you but no matter how much you think about it, you don't get any answers. You avoid Younghyun for the rest of the week because seeing him only makes things worse. You try to get the answers discreetly from the team, but none of them give you anything remotely useful to work with. All Wonpil and Jae remember are chugging down drinks and laughing themselves silly afterwards, and Sungjin's last memory of Younghyun was asking him to buy ice cream but he never returned afterwards. "What do you mean he never returned?" "Only Dowoon came back with the things, saying that Kang Bra had rushed off somewhere but without giving him an explanation. Then the next thing I know, you're coming to find me to ask about that night. Like right now." Sungjin then bows his head to go back planning for training sessions and it's clear that your time with him is over. Biting back a sigh of frustration, you straighten up from your hunched position over Sungjin, and your eyes land on the last person you want to see right now. Kang Younghyun is standing right behind Sungjin, just a few feet away from you. His wrinkled school uniform brings back flashbacks of the fateful night and suddenly, you can't bear to look at him anymore. Him, on the other hand, stands unmoving as he continues to stare at you. You throw your bag over your shoulders as fast as you can, bidding goodbye to Sungjin in a hushed breath as he lifts an arm towards you in a noncommittal manner. Brian watches you until he can't anymore before moving up the space to stand beside Sungjin, his captain only registering his presence at this moment. "Oh, you're here? Rachel just left though." is what Sungjin says, blissfully unaware of what just happened between the both of you. For the remaining days, you avoided Younghyun like a plague. He just brought you more questions than answers and it was driving you insane. School was already giving you enough of a headache so the additional pressure was unwelcome. You avoided his usual hangout spots, the basketball court, the locker rooms. You even went so far as to not walk past his classroom if you could; you had his timetable lodged in your memory. Despite your efforts, he still managed to find you. It was like a game of hide and seek that you can never win.

You'd catch sight of him walking towards you in between classes, feel him brush past your shoulders ever so slightly before turning into the next classroom.

You were still seeing him for lunch, but that was a no brainer. Questions will be asked should you suddenly avoid the team now, but what you wanted was less questions, not more. Both of you would sit in silence beside one another, shoulders barely brushing the other. You'd try to make small talk when the team turns their attention to the both of you, but the topic never strayed to that night. It was an unspoken rule that it was strictly off boundaries. Thankfully, the team seemed to buy the act, and for that, you were thankful. 

If seeing him around on school grounds wasn't enough, you had to see him outside of school as well. You started bumping into him at the school bus stop more often, and you had the snaking feeling that not all of it was by pure coincidence. You squirmed on your spot, shifting your weight back and forth on the soles of your feet. You tried to ignore his presence but it was impossible.

With time, you had grown accustomed to him. All he had to do was throw a glance in your direction, and you'd just know that it was him. You hadn't even noticed until now, but your body knew him. Your bus rolled into the bus stop right when you contemplated walking to the other bus stop further down to escape him. You may or may not have rushed onto the bus with too much eagerness, and you kept your gaze straight on the floor, worried that if you risk lifting your head up, you'd make accidental eye contact with him. Even when you've settled into your seat, you felt his gaze on you all the way till the bus was too far away from the bus stop. ---

All you wanted to do is fold yourself inwards and completely collapse every time you're around Kang Younghyun, but the show must go on. Although, it seems, that you're the only one acting now. All that he does seems more genuine, with a lot less frivolous acting that he used to do. You nearly dropped the stack of books in your hands when you caught sight of him, his side profile half hidden by the pillar had made you mistaken him for a ghost. You stared at him wide eyed as he walked over nonchalantly to take the books from your hand, and continued on his way despite your vehement protests. They consequently died out when you entered the bustling hallway, not wanting to make a scene. You opted to follow silently behind him, all the while fixing him with a hard gaze. But Kang Younghyun remains to be Kang Younghyun, clearly remaining unfazed by anything under the sun. The casual, backward glance that he threw you over his shoulder was him making it known that he had won this round. During lunch, you watched with wide eyes as he took your lunch tray from you, switching out the dishes that you didn't like with the ones that you liked from his tray. He then pushes the tray back with the same air of nonchalance that he had with the book incident, as if this was nothing new. Your eyes flit between Kang Younghyun and your tray, unsure of what to make of the situation. On one hand, it was obvious what he was doing, but then again, this is new. When he catches you staring, he merely pushes the tray further towards you, gesturing to you with his spoon to start eating. You nod your head in understanding, and Kang Younghyun’s gaze doesn’t leave you until you take your first bite of food.

Fast forward a little into the afternoon, and you found yourself stuck.

The rain falls in steady, heavy drops upon the concrete pavement, the rebounding droplets splashing against your shoes. You tugged your jacket closer around your face, bracing yourself for the run towards the bus stop. Yet, before you can take a step of the grey concrete step, you feel a familiar weight around your shoulder, and the familiar calloused thumb rubbing your skin through the thin fabric of your uniform and jacket.

Kang Younghyun looks down at smaller self as he brings his umbrella over to shelter the both of you from the rain, mentally chiding you for wanting to run in the rain. Instead, he settles for setting his lips into a thin line, and pulls you closer towards his body wordlessly before pushing both of you forward into the rain. Neither of you say anything throughout the short walk, your body reeling from having him so close to you again. When all you can register is the feeling of his hand on your shoulder and his body pressed against yours, that’s when the feeling comes crashing down on you. You miss him. You miss him so much. Your bones ache as your chest thrums with painful longing – longing to just put your arms around him and hold him close.

Yet you stand rooted at your spot when both of you come to a stop, your mind crippling your ability to move. You are jolted out of your thoughts when Younghyun pulls you to move you out of harm’s way, the e-scooter zooming down the pavement behind you just seconds later, the sudden gush of wind causing your hair to ruffle in the wind.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong? Why didn’t you avoid the scooter?”

Cradling your face in his hands, he shifts your head slightly from left to right before he’s satisfied that you’re not injured. Spotting the stray strands of hair, his fingers move to gently shift your hair away from your face, tucking them neatly behind your ear as his other hand on your waist holds you in place. You almost lean into his touch, but he pulls his hand back before you get a chance to subconsciously do it.

The entire time that he was fixing your hair, you had already gotten lost in his eyes. They’re like a blackhole, sucking you into a wondrous galaxy – but – before you can get too lost in them to find your way out, he breaks the spell by breaking eye contact, eyeing the bus that just rolled into the bus stop.

“Rachel, that’s your bus. You should go.”

“Oh. Oh. I should go.”

“Yes, but take this.”

He places the umbrella into your hands before nudging you in the direction of the bus, and it takes a long time for you to finally turn and leave because a part of you just wants to stay and look at him a little more, but the other part of you is just screaming to go. The latter wins eventually, and you tear your gaze away from your face painfully, feeling the painful thrum turn into a crushing ache in your chest. When you settle into the seat by the window, you turn to look at him, and he raises an arm to wave goodbye.

That’s when you notice it: the entire left half of his body is soaked, the wet fabric clinging onto his well-defined muscles.

At this juncture, you can’t decide if you want to hop off the bus and give him a huge hug, or turn away and pretend that you never saw the sacrifice he made for you.

Most of you, you can’t decide what is it that you wanted with him. You had gone such a long time being able to successfully avoid him and your feelings, but all it took was a simple touch to have you crumbling in his hand.

Then there was him. Gone was all the acting – in its place was acts of genuine kindness that made your heart ache for him more, not less. Right when you wanted to push him away, he manages to squeeze into your heart, barely slipping through the small slit but he still manages to do so anyways.

Kang Younghyun, what is it that you are doing to me…

All you can do is bury your head in your hands as you let out a deep sigh of frustration, hoping that which each shallow exhale you took, you could expel more of his presence out of you, hoping to forget.

[timetodreamtogether]

☽ JAE / PARK JAEHYUNG ☾

∞ The Wingman (Romance/Fluff, Single parent AU)

☽ SUNGJIN   / PARK SUNGJIN ☾

☽ YOUNG K / KANG YOUNGHYUN ☾

☽ WONPIL / KIM WONPIL ☾

☽ DOWOON / YOON DOWOON ☾

[ryncorrect]

university!au: day6 jae

following my uni!au with young k (idk how to link my own post asbajdnskmd im Dumb) so here another one with jae lol i think im gonna make one for each one of them buttttttt no promise bc my brain works in a very mysterious way LOL

anyway leggo

warning: this is lame lmaooooo

name: park jaehyung / jae

major: politic science

other activities: guitarist (and sometimes vocalist) of university band, member of music club, founder and leader of LOL SQUAD

everyone knows that tall skinny guitarist of the band i mean he’s hard to ignore tbh

he always wears loose T-shirt, ripped jeans, a cap that he puts backward, and round big specs to campus

professors hate his ripped jeans but can’t really say anything because oh well style doesn’t define someone’s grades and boy, does this kid actually get some braincells in him

well i mean at least he never fails his classes

he has this giant LOLSQUAD badge on his backpack because he’s proud af of his title as the club founder and leader

he actually started that club so he could to brag about his gaming skill to everyone who wanted to listen but he ends up getting his ass handed to him every single time they play together smh

if he’s not in class or hanging out with his game buddies, he can be seen following that Popular Student™ kang younghyun or as jae prefers to call him, “brian” or “brIBRI” because they both joined music club and are in the band

yes yes he’s well known and easy to spot

but…

“jae? park jaehyung?? who???”

everyone refers to him as “that foreigner student”, “the American guy” or “the gamer guy”, or my favorite: “chicken little”

i will never let that joke die im sorry but seriously he looks like chicken when he plays his guitar on the stage don’t @ me

there are only like 5 students in the whole university who know his actual name

anyways in this scenario you’ve always been interested in playing guitar but haven’t gotten a chance to learn and your friend kim wonpil invites you to join music club so you’ll have friends to practice with

“you know our jaehyungie, right? he’s really chill, you’ll get along well with him!!”

deep inside you’re like

who the heck is jaehyung

but wonpil is so excited to have you there so the next week you come to the club meeting

you introduce yourself to everyone and finally you meet him

“ohmygod the chicken little!!”

“whO THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING THAT”

“sorry- i mean the chicken guitarist- wait no-”

he glares at you, you laugh instead

scaring the new member challenge: failed

but yeah you’d seen him performing before and honestly you almost decided to become his fan

a l m o s t

at first he (jokingly) refuses to teach you guitar because you called him chicken little

and since then you keep calling him that just to mess with him

“hi chicken little”

“what’s poppin chicken little”

“why do you look so flustered, chicken little? do i make you nervous??”

he turns red chicken little is now an angry bird “gO AWAY NEWBIE YOU’RE SO ANNOYING”

jae’s a foreigner but he speaks fluent korean

he tells you that even though he was born and grew up in america he always speaks the language with his parents

but of course since he lives abroad there are lots of words or slang he doesn’t know, so you gotta be an ass and slip some difficult words when you speak to him

he gets his revenge by replying to you in english

whenever you two are having an argument (usually over stupid things) everyone in the club suddenly gets headache

wtf they’re not even making any sense

besides music, jae is the most excited when talking about LOL or social topics because well his major

honestly idk much about politic science so cmiimw

one time someone asks for his opinion about social welfare and he ends up starting a sudden debate session with the said person about social welfare programs in south korea and america and the difference between both countries

you mention human rights and he sNAPS

i mean he gives a full 15 mins speech about it

“yknow what im sayin?”

“dude… i honestly don’t get it at all”

because he be speaking in full english like wat

he’s just so passionate about everything it’s almost adorable

a l m o s t

and it’s not only his passion but also his small eyes, his laugh, his voice, or the way he occasionally lifts his head to look at you while playing guitar and you smile and he smiles because you smile first shnshsbshs soft

even the corners of his lips are so cute wow

oh fuck im emo i love him

but you adore him just as a good friend

he’s always been bubbly and friendly with everyone, not just you, so yeah it’s really easy to fall for him but you assure yourself that you’re nOT

are we having “in denial” shit again omg im so uncreative

anyway fast forward it’s ur birthday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY

you decide to throw a small party at your place and invite 5 or 6 of your closest friends but damn on the d-day it rains so hard

if ur bday falls on winter then change it to snowing hard, if it’s spring then maybe there’s strong wind or something, whatever suits you fam lol

so no one comes to your party lol you are Sad

BUT THEN!!!! JAE SHOWS UP!!!!!

PARK JAEHYUNG

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

no you didn’t invite him because idk

are we really that close??? ehhhh he probably won’t come anyway haha why bother

BUT!!!! HE SHOWS UP!!! IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR!!!

he’s carrying an umbrella but it didn’t really help apparently because he’s soaking wet

imagine that view i mean nvm

“i happened to be near here and i remember it’s your birthday today so i think i’m gonna drop by to say hi and suddenly it’s raining too hard on the way but anyway happy birthday can you let me in first i’m cold”

ofc you let jae in i mean we can’t let the chicken catch the flu amirite

but you warn him that he’ll have to leave before 11 or your RA will kick you both out the dorm lol

after a towel, two cups of hot tea, and one shared piece of chocolate cake, you told him you were supposed to have a small party tonight but no one could make it because of the rain and he’s like “hOW DARE YOU HAVING A PARTY BUT NOT INVITING ME I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL” and you’re just like “lol shut up chicken here eat more cake”

anyways you two spend time joking and talking about random stuff and it’s probably not the best birthday ever but at least you don’t have to spend it alone and to be honest you’re happy that he’s here

then jae pulls out his ultimate weapon

i mean his guitar

he was soaking wet but the guitar is clean and dry and all fine like hoW EVEN

“priorities” -park jaehyung

he said he gonna play a song of your choice because he came empty handed and he feels bad about it

you blush and pick whatever song comes to your mind because you can’t really think of any, and he starts strumming his guitar and sings

and while he keeps looking at you, you find yourself too can’t take your eyes off him

the song ends and you’re about to clap your hands when he suddenly starts another one

wait you’ve never heard this song before

it’s a slow song and the lyrics are all like, the sky turns dark on the birthday of the brightest star so that it’ll be the only light in his world, how he feels regretful that he has nothing to give but his small heart, and he hopes that this lovely person will hold his hand as they listen to this song together, that this lovely person will feel warm beside him

guys just imagine the song okay i can’t Romance

it’s dead silent until you whisper, “is that… a song for me?”

jae’s face turns red and he starts panicking™ like “i made up the lyrics just now okay i know it’s fricking sappy and cheesy as hell okay i just uhhh want to cheer you up!!!! because you seem kinda down!!!!! let’s not talk about this again uGh WhatEvER leT Me LIvE!!!!!”

but you chuckle and thank him, it was the best present you can get from anyone

you two stare at each other for a second that feels like years and he finally breaks the silence, “you know,,, maybe i came here on purpose,,, maybe actually i want to see you,,,”

“and why is it?”

“because i think,,, i miss you,,, kinda”

and you don’t say this out loud but maybe you do know that

even if you say you’ll never

in fact you’ve already fallen for him a bit

or perhaps a lot

like a lot

then he leans in to kiss your lips and you kiss back and it’s almost not awkward at all, it just feels right as if you’ve kissed him million times before

a l m o s t

you two still blush real hard after

but yeah that’s how you two start dating

none of you two tell anyone about it but it’s pretty obvious, i mean jae always picks you up at your dorm, he walks with you to your class or vice versa (if your classes don’t overlap tho), you two keep stealing glances at each others, also—

jae with you: “hey,,,, come here sit with me u3u,,,,, did you have lunch??? oh i wrote a song last night check this out,,,, what are you gonna do this saturday? oml you’re so cute”

jae with everyone else: “HAHAHAHA FUCKING FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING PRICK ALSO BRIAN FUCKING KANG IF YOU STEAL MY FUCKING FRIES AGAIN I WILL LITERALLY SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK”

welp actually he’s not always sweet with you, sometimes you two still argue about silly things using mixed languages but now everyone in the club knows better to just run away once it begins

because it’ll end up with you two fighting or you two kissing

yes im nasty and a disappointment bye

btw wonpil is excited af it’s almost like he’s dating you both

“it’s really nice seeing you two finally together!!!!!!! especially because jaehyung really couldn’t shut up about you ever since the first day you joined our music club”

“wait wha-”

“YOU SNAKE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET FUCK OFF”

I’m so in love with park jaehyung y'all hsnshsbsh aNYWAYS!!! 100 blocks limit has lifted from tumblr app AYEEEEE

[flurrys-creativity]

Cocoa kisses

Pairing: Kang Younghyun (Day6) x Reader; Genre: Slice of life, Romance, Fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: spoiler alert: they kiss.. they are a little awkward but cute; Wordcount: 1.218; Event: Winter Hearts from kdiarynet; Prompt: Number 8 - “Hot cocoa kisses”

Summary: The best thing about the cold season were your little hot chocolate dates with Younghyun. You called those meetings dates, quietly dreaming of something more than just being friends. You had no idea he secretly called them dates as well, having the same feelings as you.

You checked your appearance in the mirror once more, making sure that even the simplest strand of hair was in place. You even made different expressions, trying different faces and possible reactions you could make during a conversation.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You always felt like that before a date with Younghyun. Well date maybe wasn’t the right word since you weren’t dating or in a relationship. Younghyun and you were simple friends though you had wished for more for some time now.

You had the biggest crush on Younghyun but you were too scared to say something, not wanting to lose the friendship you had with him.

Still the both of you regularly met for drinks. Sometimes late at night in bars, sometimes early in the morning for some coffee, orange juice and breakfast, and this time in a café for a hot beverage or two - and maybe a slice of cake.

When the doorbell rang suddenly, your eyes widened in surprise, quickly glancing at the clock on the wall.

Younghyun had arrived earlier than usual. He stood in front of your door, stepping from one foot to the other, and nervously played with his fingers. 

“Hey”, you smiled upon opening the door.

“Hey.”

Your eyes quickly roamed over his outfit, noticing the open trench coat over a blue turtleneck pullover and simple jeans. Your mind immediately wandered to scenarios, where you would snuggle up to him or sit on a couch, cuddling with him. You quickly shook your head to get rid of those thoughts before you smiled again. “I’ll just get my shoes and jacket and then I’m ready to go.”

Younghyun nodded. He watched you grabbing your stuff and stepped aside once you came back to the front door. “Ready?” He asked and held a hand out for you.

“Yes”, you whispered and took his hand, your heartbeat speeding up while your breathing almost stilled.

He didn’t let go of your hand during the whole walk, telling you about his day and other things. He made you laugh more than once and grinned even wider whenever he heard it.

Even when you reached the little café at the corner of a small street you held hands. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks when Younghyun pulled you along to the counter. You tried to distract yourself and looked around. 

The café was called ‘Café Time’ and you could see how the interior design had picked up the name as a theme. Everywhere hung different kinds of clocks, each one showcasing a different time. Even the pollsters and pillows had clock designs on them.

“Do you know what you would like to drink?” Younghyun asked you while leaning closer to your ear.

Your attention snapped to the huge blackboard hanging on the wall behind the counter. Between some drawings of clocks and hourglasses someone had neatly written the menu by hand. You scanned over the listed items until your eyes stopped at one offer. A small smile spread over your face and you nodded, glancing back to Younghyun.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Hello and welcome! What can I get you two?”

“A hot chocolate, please.” Both Younghyun and you said at the same time, smiling shyly when you realised.

“With whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles.” You added and averted your eyes to the ground, feeling the heat crawling up your neck and face.

“For me too.”

“Alright, coming right up! Do you want anything else?” The barista asked, already typing in what you ordered.

You shook your head silently and Younghyun declined as well.

The barista told you how much you both had to pay but before you could pull your wallet out of your purse, Younghyun stopped your movement and paid for both of you.

After that he guided you to a more secluded table, even pulling out the chair for you to sit on. 

“Now this really feels like a date”, you mumbled under your breath, trying to hold your hopes at bay.

You didn’t intend for Younghyun to hear it, but he did and immediately piped up, looking towards you with wide eyes. “You call our little meeting dates as well?”

“What?”

Younghyun stuttered a little, a blush creeping up his cheeks, while he searched for an excuse why he had said something like that.

“You too?” You whispered, staring expectantly at him. Your heartbeat sped up and almost knocked the air out of your lungs. Your muscles clenched and unclenched, anticipating something you couldn’t exactly name.

Before he could answer you, the barista appeared with your two hot chocolates and placed them on the table in front of you.

“So, uh”, Younghyun looked hesitantly up to you, once the barista had left again. “Would it be okay to call this an official date now?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded slowly. As soon as you saw Younghyun sigh in relief and grin brightly, you could feel the excitement rushing through your body.

This was now an official date. You were on a date with your long-time crush.

You smiled as well, taking your hot chocolate and nipping at it absentmindedly. Your head was still in the clouds and you felt as light as never before. Enough to not notice how hot the drink in your hand was, burning the tip of your tongue.

“Mhhm.” You quickly placed the cup back on the table and held your hand in front of your mouth while you pushed the tip of your tongue out between your lips.

“Are you alright?” Younghyun scooted closer to you with a concerned expression.

“Just burnt my tongue”, you told him, sounding quite funny with the muscle stuck out of your mouth. “It’s fine.”

Younghyun’s expression morphed from concerned to cheeky, a smirk adorning his lips. “I could kiss it better.”

“What?”

You saw the mirth twinkling in his eyes and swallowed, trying to wet your dry mouth. “I, uh, you, huh?”

Younghyun chuckled lowly and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling it lower. Another chuckle escaped his lips when he saw the tip of your tongue still between your lips. “You’re too adorable, you know that right?”

You could only blink at his question, still stunned at the prospect of kissing him.

“Can I kiss you?”

You swallowed once more before you nodded slowly, feeling your heart beating in your throat. You focused on his eyes and held your breath when Younghyun leaned closer. Your eyes fluttered shut and you could feel his hot breath fanning over your skin.

His lips barely brushed over yours and your heart stopped for a second. The electricity kept you on edge and flowed through your whole body, hitting every nerve.

You melted into the kiss as soon as he pressed his lips against yours. With trembling hands you grabbed his turtleneck and pulled him even closer. You forgot your surroundings, every thought resolving around Younghyun and nothing else.

He broke the kiss and laughed breathlessly, leaning his forehead against yours. “You taste like the hot chocolate you just tried”, Younghyun whispered with a smile. “Now I like the taste of it even more.”

Without meaning to you giggled and pecked his lips again. “How fortunate I love drinking hot chocolate at any given time.”

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[softforday6]

좋아합니다 (I like you). You x Young K (feat. DAY6). Chapter III.

Gif: I made it lol Summary: Younghyun is in love with his best friend and decides to do something about it. It won’t be an easy task, will he be able to overcome his fears and change his reality?. Genre: Romance, smut (in the future). »»————-　♡　————-«« [Previously] 1. Heart surpassed by Soju (available). 2. I missed you (available). »»————-　♡　————-«« “There’s a spotlight shining on her tonight, could’ve been the way she smiled. No, I’m not going down without a fight. My heart is racing, I can’t forget the feeling burning inside my chest” -Forbidden, This Century.

»»————-　♡　————-««

Sunday, 9 am. Olivia’s apartment. [Younghyun’s point of view].

I woke up with a caress on my back, feeling tired and without remembering where I was. She was the first thing that came to my mind and, suddenly, I felt goosebumps. I bit my lips, searching for a kiss that I interrupted when I realized it was Olivia who was there with me. Of course, what was I expecting? I thought. I felt upset with my own thoughts that were clearly not going to leaving me alone, ever.

She didn’t care about my rejection and went for a new kiss, expecting to find me like she did last night but my phone saved me from this going any further again. I got away from her to answer it.

-Hello?

-Good morning, Kang Younghyun!- a sweet voice said.

-Good morning!

I smiled like a fool.

-Can we meet before going to the movies? I need one of those vanilla latte you make, if it’s okay with you.

-Of course it is!

-Thank you!

-I’ll go pick you up in a bit-I said while getting dressed.

-I’ll wait for you!

-Wait, you’re leaving?-Olivia asked.

She climbed my back and started kissing me again.

-Yes.

-Without… letting me taste you again?-she purred.

-I have to go, I’m running late- I said, ignoring her lust.

She whined but when she realized I wasn’t giving in, she went back to bed.

I quickly went back home to take a shower before I went to pick her up and take her to my coffee shop.

7 pm. [Group chat].

Dowoon: Hey, nobody forgot about our Jeju trip, right?

Y/N : Of course not, I need to rest…like, right now.

Sungjin: Same.

Wonpil: Don’t worry @Dowoon. I already rented the house for next week, I’m taking care of things.

Jae: I want to believe everybody here arranged to get vacations at work… Inattentive people are not welcome here.

Jimin: Ha!! look who’s speaking, I had to REMIND YOU to do so.

Jae: -.-

Sungjin: Why am I not surprised?

Jae: -.- x2

(…)

Younghyun: Whyyy are there sooo many notifications? someone sum up pls.

Dowoon: We talked about our trip to Jeju, we double checked if everybody got their vacation dates, Wonpil took care of the house for us… we just have to wait until next week.

Jimin: Oh! and I’m going to celebrate my birhday there, where I did last year.

Y/N: Noooo… I’ll bring emotional support for you from my bed that night, my friend.

Jimin: You HAVE to be there!!!

Jae:  Come on, you’ll have fun! We’ll all be there.

Y/N: I’d rather discuss quantum physics at 3 am this time… I’m really tired, you guys.

Dowoon: Come on!!! you have to come.

Y/N: Ok :(((

7:45 pm. Cinema. [Younghyun’s point of view]

This afternoon, the song Forbidden by This Century, made think about how I feel about her again. This need to confess and do something about it was painfully growing inside of me, I honestly think I’m reaching my limit here. Couldn’t stop thinking about the day we met. ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

[Flashback]. Saturday, 4 pm. Coffee Shop. [Younghyun’s Point of view].

Sungjin and I went to this coffee shop near his house, he insisted to get me out of my room after a week of social isolation.

-Hey, shake it off. You’ll meet someone better, wait and see- he said while we got inside.

I broke up with my girlfriend after finding out she was actually screwing with someone she told me, a hundred times, was just a friend. Oh, right.

-I know, man. I just feel like an idiot. I trusted her, you know?

He nodded.

-I know you feel like that now but the feeling will wash away. In the meantime, let’s just enjoy great food and let’s hang out with Dowoon later.

-Fine…

-Hey! What are you guys doing here?-someone asked, far away from us.

I could tell it was Jae that was coming towards us with Jimin and a girl I’ve never met before.

-I dragged him from his cave-Sungjin said, patting my back twice.

My eyes encountered this girl’s eyes and suddenly I was full of questions. Who was she? Where did she come from? What school did she went to? Especially: why was she so pretty???? Oh my God.

-Hey, what’s your name?-I asked.

-Hey, I’m Y/N-she replied with a shy smile.

-She just moved in, she’s new at our school-Jimin said.

-Miss Park told us to make her comfortable and guide her through the activities- Jae added.

-Nice to meet you, I’m Younghyun!

She smiled.

-I’m Sungjin, wanna join us? we didn’t order anything yet.

♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

I was waiting for her at the movies, when I finally saw her running towards me.

-Hey!!-she said.

She squashed my body into the nicest hug. She’s the warmest person I know, she never holds back when showing affection.

-Hey, princess.

We talked for a few minutes before the movie started. I promised her that the next time we saw a movie at the cinema, would be one of those horror movies she likes so much, so that’s what we did.

-Feeling better?-I asked.

-Yeah, I think so.

-Why didn’t you tell me about it before?

-It’s just… I realized that whenever I feel sad or stressed, I need you. I can’t depend on anybody else to make me feel better, I have to do that by myself.

-Well, what’s wrong with that? I’ll always be here for you, even when you get marry, have three kids and a dog.

We started digging in the popcorn we bought, we were never able to wait until the movie starts.

-That’s how you picture me? wasn’t that your dream?- she asked.

I almost choked because of those words that came out directly from the unconscious part of my mind.

-Wasn’t that yours?-I asked, trying to fix it.

-Mine was to have a sexy and affectionate husband, a couple of weiner dogs and two kids.

I couldn’t help but picture myself in that scenario for a bit. I don’t know with how many dogs I can deal with but if our kids and her are happy, I’m happy I thought. Kids???????? you better calm down, Younghyun. I just sat there thinking about how long her love was going to be forbidden… I knew she was faithful to her boyfriend, so I guess I just had to wait and pray for him to be gone.

I sighed, I always go after what I want but there was so much to lose here. Chapter IV: The Past is the Past (available).

[kpopchangedme]

My fifth and final love letter is for the part-timer I met at work and future rockstar; Kang Younghyun.

Inspired by this post by @jae6bot & based on the movie/book of the same name

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before [Mini-Masterlist]

Protagonist: Kang Younghyun & You

Word Count: 920

Genre: SFW – Letter – Romance – Drabble – Mini-Series

Lys’ note: @hobi-my-hubby, @florenceisnottrash, 4 dodos avant le concert !! 😭 4 nights before the Toronto Day6 concert. 😭 I hope you enjoyed this drabble project!

Dear Younghyun,

I have this weird habit of writing letters to sort out my feelings. It started out years ago when I was still a wild 8 years old with the simplest crush on my neighbour. To be honest, I’ve written several in the years that followed; a second one for the student who transferred to my class in fifth grade; a third one for the class president, when I was fourteen; and a fourth one to Jae, when we went our separate ways for college.

However, the letter I’m writing now is the one I’ve needed my whole life, the fifth and most important so far.

Yes, it is yours.

You might be wondering why I’m telling you, of all people, about these four previous letters I’ve never actually sent. Well, it’s because I want to tell you everything about myself and I want to know all about you, Younghyun. I’m not sure it makes any sense, but you said something real last night. It made me reflect on how I’ve always been playing it safe in love. Throughout my whole life, I’ve never confessed first to anyone, never done any grand gestures, never risked sending one of these love letters to anyone by fear of rejection.

Through all these years, I’ve never taken control.

You said that there was no point writing your songs if nobody was going to listen to them. That love is meant to be loud and brazen. I was shocked, because I’ve never even tried to be any of those things before and although you said that, I know you’re holding back too.

When we first met at work and started hanging out, you clashed with a lot with what I believed in and had grown accustomed to. It’s true that I like comfort and playing safe, you know Jae always pokes fun at me for that. Perhaps that’s why I’ve held on to his friendship my whole life in the first place and never told him how I felt. I used to hate change, instability and chaos.

But you happen to be all that, Younghyun.

Coming late at our part time job when we still were in Uni; quitting work to follow your dreams; dropping by my place unannounced after midnight just to talk to someone, loudly singing along to the music in public places… I’ve discovered that the unplanned is never bad if it comes with the lifting buzz of being in your company.

The other day, you ranted about how romance was being killed everyday by modernity, Snapchat and Instagram’ DMs. Then, what are you waiting for, why are you still holding back? I know you like me, let’s save romance together! I hope that this simple handwritten confession letter is ‘loud and brazen’ enough for your taste. Forgive me for not having your eloquence, musical gift, orlacking talent with words.

I’ll have to put it way more simply than you would:

I love you so damn much, Kang Younghyun.

I even love chaos, instability and change now, because they remind me of you. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else. I want your everything. I want you to keep challenging me, crash my daily routine, push my limits. Above all, I want you to allow yourself to love me back.

When I was younger, I had no idea how to accept the love people gave me. After all, we both know I’ve been stuck in a one-sided story for over a decade and a half. I’m done being that person that’s always playing safe and being boring, waiting for someone to realise what I’m worth and what I want.

I’m telling you that I’m ready to be the one that loves more, now. I only ask that you stop holding back from falling for me.

I’ll never let you go. I’ll stay by your side no matter what, and always support your dreams. I’ll lift you up when you’re down, I’ll return all this magic you make me feel daily a hundredfold. I’ll be intense with you, passionate, loud and brazen. I’ll confess to you every day in a new way just to save romance if you ask me to. I’ll be that person that’s always there for your songs to be heard. I know you’re afraid of being hurt again. I know that you keep me at a safe distance, but I’m not going to hurt you, I’ll be your shelter. I’ll be the risk taker.

I’ll be all that. So, love me freely, Kang Younghyun.

I didn’t write this fifth letter to sort out my feelings for you, I already knew. I wrote this knowing it would be sent, I wrote it to finally try being heard too. It’s like what you said about your music, perhaps there’s no point penning all these letters down if they’re never going to be read.

As you’re reading yours like this, know that I’ve sent of my four previous confession letters too. No matter how childish or embarrassing they were. Hopefully one of these guys will smile and be touched. Jae will freak out, but I’m sure he’ll get over it pretty fast. I’m not afraid of my feelings anymore. I’ll bare them all. You’ve given me that and I want to give you everything in return.

Don’t worry, this might be my final confession, but it certainly isn’t the last letter I’ll write for you.

Because I love you,

y/n

PS: So, do you want to save romance with me?

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