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taem-min-archived2 · 1 year

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code love || j.jh

PAIRING || Jaehyun x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers AU, Medical AU, Fluff

SUMMARY || In which, Jaehyun wished there was an emergency code that warned him not to fall for his best friend.

EVENT || The Exchange Event by @kflixnet Thank you to all the wonderful admins out there for organising this event!

WORD COUNT || 0.7k

A/N || To @chocojae I really hope you like this short piece! I did send another ask in response to your question but i guess it didn’t go :( sorry that its so short my college exams have been super stressing but i really hope you like this one and that we can be friends!

“What are you studying?” You asked as you crawled onto your best friend’s bed, getting comfortable as you slipped underneath his blanket to peer over his shoulder. Jaehyun just grunted, turning away from you so that you couldn’t see, but that didn’t stop you from resting your chin over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Was the only response you got as he continued to ignore you. You pouted, even though you knew he couldn’t see your face.

“I just asked what you were studying…if you don’t want to talk to me, it’s fine.” You muttered, throwing the sheet over your head as you turned away from him. You heard Jaehyun sigh from behind you but you ignored him, pretending to sleep as you shut your eyes.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in your room?”

“The air conditioner is too cold.”

He snorted at your lame excuse. “So that’s why you are here? You’ve been complaining about it for the past week!”

“Says the boy who chooses to drink water from wine glasses because he’s too lazy to do the dishes.”

“That was only when I was living with Yuta-” He sighed, pinching his nose bridge when he realised there was no use of arguing with you; you were stubborn and if you had decided to sleep on his bed then the only way to get you out would be by dragging you out by your leg.

Which he would never, of course.

There was no way in hell Jaehyun would even think of hurting you, even when he would engulf you into his warmest hug, he would make sure that he wasn’t squeezing you too much out of greed.

Because he was in love with you.

He was in love with you, his best friend and how much ever cliche it sounded, he couldn’t help it. Loving you was so easy, and just so, so natural like it was beyond his control to stop himself from doing so. Jaehyun wasn’t even sure when or how he had fallen for you; he just knew that one day when you were running downhill into his arms, he was knocked by this overwhelming sensation on seeing your laughing face.

And that sensation grew, now accompanied by the fluttering of his heart and in some extreme cases even feeling his stomach whoop as though he was on a roller coaster ride. It took him sometime but soon he realised he was in love with you.

So here he was now, in your shared apartment, with you snuggling to his side in an attempt to get him to sleep. Even though he was pretending to read, all the words were a blur in front of his eyes. He was too busy concentrating on the feeling of your hand on his arm as you tugged it, the warmth of your hand setting his heart on fire.

“What happens if I switch on my air conditioner too?” He asked.

You pretended to think (which he found really cute; you in fact was probably the cutest person he had ever laid his eyes on) and then spoke. “Well, since you are my human heater, I don’t think it should be a problem?”

Jaehyun faked a scandalous gasp as he wriggled away from you, but in reality he loved the way you chased after him. He ran out of the bedroom with his blanket, you close behind him screaming something about him being the most selfish human on earth.

But he didn’t care. Not when you were laughing as you dodged his cushion attacks, sending his heart into a frenzy. The two of you were now in the living room, and Jaehyun saw that he was concerned between the sofa and you. He tried darting beside you, but you were quicker and pounced on him, tumbling with him onto the sofa.

You let out a peal of laughter but he saw your smile falter when you saw what position the two of you were in. You were over Jaehyun, faces just inches apart with his arm wrapped around your waist.

Immediately you rolled off him, looking flustered as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Almost instantaneously he missed the feeling of your warmth against his skin but brushed off the feelings.

“It’s fine. I’ll sleep in my room.” You muttered as you got up, still unable to meet his eyes.

Jaehyun caught your wrist before you could leave, causing you to look at him in surprise. “It’s fine. You can sleep with me. I’ll be your heater forever.”

He felt his heart flutter when you smiled at him excitedly, practically skipping into his bedroom.

One day, maybe one day he would be able to finally confess to you.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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hvcmixtape · 11 months

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you've never watched studio ghibli before? don't worry, vernon can fix you.

pairing: vernon x reader; established relationship wc: 700 genre: fluff note: this is for @palajae! i am your @kflixnet secret writer! (and apologies that this is coming so late!) i am not familiar with enhypen, so i decided to make a short one-shot about vernon & studio ghibli. i hope you enjoy!

“Have you ever…”

“Have I ever what?” You don’t even look at him and you’re rolling your eyes. You pull the blanket higher on your lap as you press the down button multiple times. “C’mon, spit it out.”

That warrants a laugh from him. “I was going to say, have you ever watched any Studio Ghibli movies?”

Pursing your lips together, you shake your head. “No, I don’t think so,” you mutter, wracking your brain to try to think of any. “Spirited Away is one, right?”

“Yeah, have you watched it?” The shining light from the television set brings hope to his eyes. You sit in complete darkness, no one else in the apartment except the two of you. The popcorn in the bowl is almost done, with more kernels sitting at the bottom than the snack, and you haven’t even chosen a movie to watch.

Vernon’s feet rest on the coffee table, and you’re so thankful that 1) he’s wearing socks, and 2) all of the other food is packaged and unopened, like your favorite chocopies and the burgers he will inevitably inhale during the movie. You give him props for not eating them yet, considering he’s been waiting all day to eat them during your date night.

You shake your head again. “Nope. You know, why don’t we watch a scary movie? It’ll be fun! It’s going to be Halloween in a few days and it’ll get us in the holiday spirit!”

“You know they say that about Christmas, not Halloween?” Vernon sighs. “Doesn’t matter, I know how this will go.”

“And how will it go?” You turn your body facing toward him with an amused tilt of your head.

“You’ll put on a scary movie and say it’ll be okay, and then you’ll hold onto my strong arms and put your face behind my strong shoulders when it’s the scary parts. And then I have to watch the scary parts all by myself!”

Your whole body vibrates as you chuckle, taking one of his hands into both of yours. “I think you said you were strong, but I wasn’t sure. Won’t a strong man enjoy a horror movie?”

“A strong man can admit that he doesn’t like horror movies, and I don’t.” He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Back to Studio Ghibli, how come you haven’t watched any before?”

“I don’t know.” Your shoulders almost touch your earlobes when you shrug. “Just not part of my childhood. Why, when did you first watch a Studio Ghibli movie?”

Vernon taps the inside of your hand as he thinks, his eyes darting from one side to the other. “7th grade maybe? Ponyo was the first one I watched. You wouldn’t believe my pre-teen self; I was just running up to anyone to tell them about the animation. And I was begging my dad to cook me ramen and ham, it was crazy.”

The grin on your face grows wider and wider as you hear him talk. “And your favorite one?”

“Princess Mononoke, hands down. It’s realistic, but not because it’s fantasy. Does that make sense?” Vernon asks, rubbing the back of your knuckles with his thumb. “Realistic fantasy.”

“It does,” you nod, dipping your hand into the popcorn bowl and tossing a few into your mouth. A frown forms on your face when you can easily feel the plastic bottom of the bowl. “So what you’re trying to tell me is that you want to watch a Studio Ghibli film.”

His laughter brings him to putting his forehead on your shoulder. “Yes,” he says with the remainder of his chuckles tailing the end of the word. “We can watch Spirited Away since you haven’t watched it yet and that’s their most popular movie.”

“Okay,” you pull yourself away from Vernon, getting up on your feet. “You might want to warm up your burgers again so they’re ready to be eaten. I have to make some more popcorn anyway.”

He gets up beside you, gathering the paper bag of burgers in his right and slinging his left arm around your shoulders. “You are so smart. I love you and how you take care of me.”

“And I love you.”

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hyuukais · 1 year

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Take My Time

You want to help but you don’t want to be alone. There’s just never enough time for the two of you. He’s got too much work, you’ve got too little, beginning taking up tasks no one has asked for. Maybe all you need is to take out each others time instead.

word count: 2.1k

genres: Prince!Taehyun x Fiancé!Reader, established relationship, some angst, some fluff

warnings: a little suggestive but nothing too hard, reader is referred to as a “fiancé” tho remains otherwise gn!

author: hello everyone!! it feels like it’s been a while, and it definitely has. i’ve been super busy as of late but i’m super excited to be getting back into a groove of writing! anyways, this is my submission for @kflixnet ‘s exchange event ! dedicated to the wonderful @byeolhyesisi (byu)! i wish i had realized earlier that you were a stay, so i could have written something more personal for you </3 either way i hope you still like it !!

Silence echoes in the high ceilings of the dining room. Only the lonely sounds of your chewing break through. The grand table, decorated with pastries and meats and fruits from across the four kingdoms, surrounded by nothing but air. Your solitary presence takes up a minuscule corner seat. This loneliness is routine, simply another requirement to being the crown prince’s significant other. Each morning, the royal cooks and servants laid out extravagant meals, all to be enjoyed by the royal family and advisors. And each morning, you were usually the only one sitting at the table. Some mornings, the Queen would stop in for a moment, though she never stayed long; Huening was a frequent visitor, only ever grabbing a handful of tarts before skittering away. It wasn’t their fault. Ever since the king’s abdication coupled with your engagement, everyone in the castle was suddenly a lot busier. You seemed to be the rare exception. In the days, when Taehyun had been stolen away by countless court officials and the sight of his face seemed nothing but a faded memory, you so often found yourself in this very position; alone. The empty echo of grand rooms unfilled, the hollow thump of your feet in lasting corridors, the quiet page flip of a book almost finished.

Now, breakfast finished, you place down the little silverware you used upon your plate, readying it to be returned. The staff usually tried to stop you when you showed up in the kitchen; going on about you not needing to do their work, sometimes panicked as though they’d failed to do a far more incredibly important task than collecting your breakfast dining ware. However, you found it felt nice to help out in any way possible, despite most’ consistent rejection of your need to work. You’d even begun a quiet project of restoring the library’s most neglected corners, though you doubt anyone went in there as often as you to even notice.

The click of your shoes follows you through the stoney stairwell down to the kitchen. Swirling around yourself, down down to the landing where the scent of fresh bread is permanent and heat permeates from the walls. The deep hum of conversation flies beneath the door; something almost familiar in the way it flows. You reach for the door, balancing the dirty dishes in one hand before it swings open by itself. The shock shoves you back a step, almost toppling the plates you were holding. Swift hands jump out to save you from the disaster, steadying your fall. The rough of calluses scratch at your skin with palms hesitant to touch you.

“Ah, sorry about that, your highness. I was in a bit of a rush.” The kind voice of Royal General Choi betrays some tremble of nerves.

“No, no, it’s okay. Thank you, General, and please, call me Y/n.”

“Well, then, please call me Yeonjun.” He breaks away from his fairly tense smile with a chuckle you join in on. “Have a good day, Y/n.”

He quickly brushed past you in a hurry. “You too.” A thought suddenly struck you, turning you around. “Wait, Yeonjun, do you know where Taehyun will be today?”

The man’s eyes go wide, very obvious in how you caught him off-guard. “Taehyun? Well, um, I believe he’ll be in meetings with the-uh-King’s Council all day. Yeah. Why, is there something you need him for?”

Your heart falls a little, as though you didn’t already know; he’s going to be very busy from now on, as is any king. You may be his fiancé but, unmarried, you were less than his consort. That was your sacrifice for a love you cherished more than anything. “No, no, just curious. Thank you, Yeonjun.”

The burning hearth warms your heart as you greet the young maiden tending its flames beneath a tray of exquisitely made sweets. She nods back, used to your presence down here. You move off toward the sinks, saying hello as you go, workers greeting you in return. They shuffle around with grand trays and brooms; the loud thump of those slicing up fruits and vegetables. Approaching the old woman hunched over a small bucket of water, you watched her shaking hands work into the already shining silver of a large platter.

“Good morning, Alice.”

She stops scrubbing, wiping the suds off on her apron and softly taking the dishes from your hands. “Oh good morning, dear.” The plates placed to soak in the soapy water, she pulls on your hands to have you sit on the stool beside her. “How was breakfast this morning?”

“Oh, well, nothing new. The muffins were very good.” Her wrinkling fingers rubbed slowly over yours.

She hummed before leaning over, a puckish smirk now stretched up to the glint in her eyes, “And? Any sight of his majesty?”

“Ah.” You find yourself looking away, suddenly much more interested in alleviating her of some of the china all piled high next to you.

“My goodness! You ate alone again?”

“He’s very busy, Halmeoni, he’s about to be King. The last thing he needs is to be distract-“

“Ah!” Her hand snatched yours out of the warming waters, “Don’t you finish that sentence. I cannot let you say that word. You are not a distraction. Excuse my disgrace, but King or not, you are his partner. If he cannot give you the time for a simple meal together, after you have left behind your life to come here and be with him. Then, my child, he is not worth your time.” Her kindly features wrinkled with her downturned brow, with the greatest strength she could muster, her hands squeezed into yours. Her eyes held wisdom beyond your years, locked behind a lifetime of lost chances.

“I-“ Some rotten feeling deep down inside of you knows she’s right. Still, the most rational part of you knew that nothing of this was purposeful. He was preparing to lead a nation, no simple feat, and yet. You had given up your relatively stable life in the village working as a florist, which is how you’d met Taehyun in the first place. When he kept coming back to your quaint little store on the edge of the capital, week after week, buying bouquets and arrangements, which he eventually confided all went in his private study. Things simply evolved from there; dates, dinners, walks, until he asked you to marry him, which meant moving into the palace. Of course you accepted and that’s where you were now; alone in the home he promised to build with you.

“I’ll talk to him, Alice. I promise. Now let me help you with some of these dishes.”

The musk of paper was shrouded behind the mounds of dirt filling the air. Particles fly, with every swish of your hand the haze gets heavier. Your rag has almost lost all its original color beneath a smooth coating of dust. Towering above, the delicate curves of the mahogany shelves are perhaps the cleanest they’ve been in centuries. Your small corner of respite, lit up only by artificial light, was slowly finding new life. This section, tucked in the very back of the library, past the rows and rows of classical titles and grandiose histories, was perhaps your favorite genre of all. Three wide-spanning bookcases, all piled to the brims with books on horticulture. Books full of plants and flowers and soils and meanings. One detailing the language of flowers, the most well-worn in the section, mainly from its use by you. As a florist, of course, you already knew much of the information here, but your heart yearned for everything to keep in touch with the knowledge.

You set down the dusting rag, taking a step back to admire your work. The rich browns, intricately carved with scenes of nature and gods, shimmer like they’re glossed and new. All of the books settled along the shelves are just as clean despite their varying states. Your hand reached for the one you’ve read time and time again, curling up in the armchair stuffed in between bookcases. Here, the world slips away. Taken in by the plush feeling, the woody scent, the low light, and the beautiful sketches laid out on the paper before you. You fall into a peace where this time alone is cherishable. Words swallow up your thoughts, sounds around you faded, and you forget everything. Until the soft thump of footsteps filters into the air. An odd sound, you had never seen anyone else coming in here before. The sound grows closer with its source soon rounding the corner.

A blue head of hair comes into your view. You take pause for a moment, reeling in a state of shock. Taehyun’s face lights up as he makes eye contact with you and begins walking forward.

“Y/n.”

He’s dressed to a tee, a starched suit dipped in midnight blues and dressed in accents of gold. Jewels and medals dripped down above his breast pocket. He looks amazing, expensive and royal and elegant. Yet, with the undone buttons slowly creeping further down, there is a sense of exhaustion in his stance.

You stand from the chair to meet him halfway down the aisle. “Tae-what-what are you doing here?”

You aren’t prepared for when he immediately took hold of your hands and brought his lips onto yours. In the rushed moment, his lips still land softly, hands slowly encircling your waist and ever so slightly tugging you closer. Your eyes stay open in surprise, hands not knowing where to fall for a moment. Yet, as he pulls you in tighter, your eyes flutter shut, succumbing to the heat his mouth trails upon your skin. When he pulls away, it takes a moment for them to crack open. Faces still so close, you feel every heavy breath he takes pounding in his chest.

The heady silence draws your words out into a whisper. “Love…what are you doing here?”

His breathing is replaced with a heavy sigh as his grasp around your waist loosens. Big, round boba eyes open up to meet you. “Do I need a reason to come see you?”

“Well-no, of course not. It’s just…” His eyes move back and forth, trying to catch yours as you look away.

“…I’m sorry I haven’t been around very much.” You shoot your head up to find the regretful smile he’d placed in his lips.

“No-no, Tae it’s not-you-you’ve got a lot on your plate! You-”

“I should never be too busy for you.” The delicate sweep of his fingers over your temple causes a swift thumping in your chest. “I’m being pulled in so many different directions at the moment and you’ve been so patient with me; thank you for that. I haven’t been taking the moments I’ve had to spend with you. I really am sorry. This King stuff is important, but before all of that should be the person I’ve dedicated the rest of my life to.”

His thumb rubs a sweet circle around your cheek. In a rush, you pull his face back down to yours, taking him by surprise this time. In the farthest corner of the least-traversed room, you took in his heat, his love, his time and gave him all of yours in return. Even startled, his hands wrap back into position, pressing you into him. The overwhelming smell of his black cherry scent melts you down deeper. His lips are rougher this time, pushing back against you with a new fervor. Your hands travel up into his hair, tressing through the blue silk. A sigh slips between your lips and there’s a noticeable relaxing of Taehyun’s shoulders.

You pull away first still bumping the tip of your nose onto his.

“So,” His breaths are heavy, “I guess that means I’m forgiven?”

“Tae, love,” The smile he wears is far lighter now. “You didn’t have to apologize in the first place. You’re busy with a lot of really important things; I understand that. And I was never mad at you, I-I was just lonely. I want to be there for you in any way I can, but I barely see you in my day-to-day. We just need to learn how to make the time. You know I’ll miss a few hours of sleep just so I can spend time with you.”

“I love you, Y/n, but don’t go missing sleep over me.”

You giggle while leaning up to his cheek. “I love you too, my prince.”

“I still have some time now, not sure how much. I lost the tailor and Soobin maybe, 20 or so minutes ago. He probably won’t find me for a while.”

“Wait-wha-Taehyun, you ran away from your tailor!?”

“You weren’t the only one feeling a little lonely.” He seals the words with one final kiss filled with laughter and love. Taking up your slowly ticking time together.

tagging: @ibyeonjun

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milkyruins · 1 year

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## yang jeongin x reader, NOT A "SHIRT"

this is my submission for @kflixnet's exchange event!! i've been so excited for this event y'all have no idea. and this is for the lovely @hyuukais (ace), who happens to be innie biased (good taste <3!). it's been a pleasure lowkey stalking your blog LMAO and i hope this baby drabble brings you joy <33

summary: no, yang jeongin, your gym fit? not a shirt.

genre: fluff

content warnings: commenting on someone's dress/appearance, commenting on a lack of clothing, mildly suggestive description of bodily appearance

wc: ~.4k

it was one of those sluggish afternoons. you were glued to the couch, entranced by whatever saturated your feed-- so much so that you barely heard your boyfriend greet you.

"baby?"

for the first time in hours, you rise up and out of your cat-like lounging sprawl. you turn to greet jeongin, only to be graced with the most godly vision of all time. your jaw unscrews.

"innie, what's that you're wearing?"

he paused, pouting ever so slightly in concentration. after a beat, he responded. "a shirt?" his eyebrows scrunch together.

that's an overstatement. he had just returned from the gym, and whatever he was wearing did not cover enough surface area to count as a "shirt".

completely disregarding his (questioning) answer, you reply. "a... muscle tee. that's a muscle tee, baby. not a-" you make sure to create very pointed air quotations. "-shirt."

that wasn't all. after a grueling workout session with the seo changbin, his top was soaked with sweat, allowing it to cling to his muscular torso in all sorts of appealing ways. and that's not to even mention how amazing his arms looked after months of grueling arm days. he was truly sculpted by the gods, and this shirt highlighted his divinity.

you watch as his facial expression softens and he almost giggles. he takes the opportunity to use the collar of his "shirt" to fan himself off. cocky bastard. "what? you don't like it?"

you scramble to respond in some coherent form or another. "innie... you know how i feel..."

he shoots you an infuriating grin. "hm?"

you suck in a long breath and let in an even longer exhale. "you're hot dude."

yang jeongin, at that moment in time, beamed so hard that you thought you were staring the giant gaseous mass that was the sun straight in the eye. goodness, he was the cutest ever.

but then something devious flashed in his eyes. with a slow gait reminiscent of how a predator stalks its prey, he approached your spot on the couch. and you began to notice all too late. "love? what's going o-"

"gotcha!" he sing-songs, holding you in a warm but awfully sweaty embrace. you let out jokey sounds of protest as he snuggles into you, letting his drenched locks tickle the nape of your neck.

"i-innie!"

he settles further into the side of your neck. you feel the heat of his pant fan against your skin. your jeongin tries to say something, but it's muffled by his snuggling position. you tap him a few times before he rises and repeats himself. "i think you're hot too, dude."

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flwoie · 1 year

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꒰ 🎧 ꒱ FOR LOVERS WHO HESITATE — J. WY.

・🎵・ SUMMARY > Just like in movies, you encounter your ex boyfriend. But why are you drawn to him again?

❥ PAIRING > ex bf! wooyoung x gn! reader

❥ GENRE > fluff, a little bit of angst (i promise you, u won’t cry), implied right person wrong time, exes to lovers

❥ WARNINGS > mentions of a break up, thats pretty much it

❥ NOTE > THIS WORK IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE IDOLS MENTIONED IN THIS DO NOT REFLECT WITH THEIR ACTUAL LIFE AND CAREER. THIS IS A NON-IDOL ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

❥ SONATA SPEAKING > I ACTUALLY STARTED CRINGING WHEN I WROTE THIS. anyways this is my submission for the @kflixnet exchange event !! hii eris (@tranquilpetrichor) i’m your “secret santa” for the event, i’m glad i tried writing for ateez and i hope you’ll enjoy this work (cause i didn’t 💀)

❥ WORD COUNT > 0.7k

You watch your friends figure out what movie to watch. It was midnight, and you decided to invite your friends over for a sleepover. You watched the TV as your friend scrolled through the list of movies.

“I’m gonna get us some food,” you said as you stood up to go to the kitchen.

You opened the cabinet to find nothing. Checking the fridge, you find an almost empty carton of juice and your sibling’s leftover soup from a week ago. There was nothing to eat.

You reasoned, "Might as well buy something." You grabbed your jacket and left the house. You went to the local convenience store and thought about what to buy. You went to the snack aisle to find whatever you could find. Just chips and sweets are fine. You grabbed a few bags of chips and candy and went to the checkout. You set the items on the counter and open your wallet to look for some money.

“12.59,” the cashier said. You look up to give them a twenty-dollar bill and recognise them. You were perplexed, and they were mirroring your expression.

You questioned the man in front of you, "Wooyoung?" Wooyoung was your boyfriend in high school. You've been dating him since your first year of high school, but after you graduated, he told you he was moving away because his parents got a better job in another city. It’s been three years, and now he finally appears in front of you, in a convenience store.

“Y/N.” Wooyoung spoke up, and you two were silent. You tried looking away. He remarked, "It's been a while.” You nodded, "Yeah, it has. I didn’t know you were working here. I go here all the time."

He said, grinning, "I just started working here last week. You looked behind you and saw no one in the store, then looked back at him. "How have you been?" he asked. "I'm doing great, how about you?"

"I’m fine as well," he said. "So what are you doing in pyjamas at midnight? It’s not something you’d do." He’s right; you would never go in the middle of the night in pyjamas buying food. You're surprised he still has a vague memory of you.

You replied, "I have a few friends over, and I didn't have food at my house, so I just walked here.

"You live around here?"

"Yeah, I moved here last year." Wooyoung smiled at your response. He always found himself grinning foolishly when he was talking to you.

"I’m sorry," he said. His smile turned into a frown.

"Sorry for what?" Your tone grew softer. Why would he apologise when he hasn't done anything wrong to you since your breakup?

"For suddenly seeing you here," What he really meant was he should’ve seen you at a proper place and proper time, "and for leaving you."

He felt guilty for breaking up with you because he had to move. There was no reason to be mad at him; it was reasonable for him to break up with you.

"You don’t need to be sorry; I forgave you the day you left."

"I’m still sorry. I should’ve never left you in the first place." With each passing word, you could feel your heart dropping.

"Stop crying; you’re making me cry." You noticed tears starting to fall down your cheeks. Your words made him laugh.

"Why are you crying?" he asked while chuckling.

You said, wiping away your tears, "’Cause you're crying." You weren’t wrong when you said you did everything with him.

"You’re pretty when you cry," he said. You tried hiding your flustered face. You uttered, "I miss this." You miss being around Wooyoung; his presence was already comforting enough.

"If you still haven't moved on, we can try again." He smiled at you while holding your hand. “I'd love that,” you responded with a smile. Your phone started ringing, and you picked it up.

"Where did you go?" Your friend on the phone asked, "I went to the kitchen, but you weren’t even there."

"I’m at a convenience store; there wasn’t any food, so I went to go buy some."

They yelled, "Well, you better come back; we'll start the movie without you if you don't come back sooner."

"I’ll be there." After hanging up, you turned to face Wooyoung. You assured him you had each other’s number, and you took your food. He called your name as you approached the door.

"Your change!" he yelled as he opened the cash register.

"Keep it."

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silvermistcosmos · 1 year

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▬▬ Phone call Confession - Yang Jungwon

PAIRING. Jungwon x reader

GENRE. fluff // friends to lovers // drabble

WC. 900+

WARNINGS. not proofread

SYNOPSIS. Yang Jungwon stood up his best friend of seven years, y/n after telling you he had something important to tell you. After you start thinking of worst case scenarios through phone call, he blurts out that he likes you. How do you respond to his genuine confession?

You raised your brow as you looked at the watch on your wrist. It was almost an hour past the time Jungwon had asked you to meet him and you weren’t going to lie, you were getting pretty full from just drinking water. You didn't order anything, wanting to wait for your best friend to get there and help you decide what to try.

You tried texting him multiple times, but you were left with no answer. You weren’t exactly mad, but more worried about the fact that this was nothing like Jungwon. He isn’t the type of person to stand someone up, especially you. He was the one that said he had to tell you something really important and to meet him here.

You tapped your nails against the table and you rested your head on your other hand. You jumped when there was a sudden vibration coming from your back pocket along with Jungwon’s meow ringtone. You hurriedly opened the message for Jungwon to say, “I’m so sorry...I lost the courage. Can we talk on the phone?”

“Why didn’t you tell me this like an hour and a half ago?” You said to yourself before rolling your eyes.

You called the waiter over and ordered food to go. You grabbed the food’s to go bags and put your phone to your ear, calling Jungwon, who took a few rings to answer.

“Y/n?” Jungwon answered, voice quiet and shaky.

“Yeah, Jungwon? Sooo, you stood me up?” You asked as you started your walk home. It was already almost dark and there were only just a few twinkling stars in the sky.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I really wasn’t planning on it. I kept trying to force myself to open the door to the restaurant over and over again and ugh, I just couldn’t.” He apologized, sighing loudly into the phone’s speaker.

“Wait, so you mean to tell me you were at the restaurant and you didn't come in?!”

“I wanted to, but-”

“What are you so nervous to tell me, Jungwon? Are you going off to the military? Or did you find a girlfriend? Or are you going to study overseas? Oh my gosh, or are you not wanting to be friends with me anymore?” You asked, going through any of the situations that he could’ve been in.

“No! No!” He said louder than you think he intended, “No, it’s nothing like that, I promise.”

“Then what is it? Cause I have no idea.”

You heard him take a deep breath from the other side, “Y/n, I...I like you.”

You froze in your footsteps. Your best friend and crush of seven years just told you that they liked you, but you didn’t know how to react. Was he messing around with you? Was he testing you? But he wasn’t really that type of person. He sounded completely serious.

“Y/n?” He asked when you didn’t say anything for several seconds, “Hello?”

You laughed, “Of course you do! In a sister-brother kind of way? In a friend kind of way? Or a...” you quietened your voice, just so it was barely audible, but Jungwon heard it, “Or in a more kind of way?”

“In a more kind of way...” He replied confidently, “And I already prepared myself for rejection, but please don’t be so harsh. I don’t know how much I can handle right now. And I never ever want to ruin our friendsh-”

“Jungwon, are you at home?”

“Yeah?”

You hung up the call and dashed to your best friend’s house, which wasn’t far away at all, allowing the cold air to bite at your cheeks and heels to increasingly make your feet and legs ache.

You rung the doorbell, taking deep breaths, silently cursing at yourself for being so out of shape.

The door swung open, revealing Jungwon wearing his black sweatpants and oversized white T-shirt with wide cat eyes, “Y/n, what are you doing here?” He asked, pulling you inside from the cold air.

You let out a small laugh, but it sounded more like a pant due to your current state, “I brought food. And...” You paused for a few gulps of air, “ I like you too....In a more kind of way.”

His lips lifted upward as he stepped closer to you, “Aigoo, what are we going to do about you?” He squished your cold cheeks turning you into a fish for a moment before you slapped his hands away.

“You must have run so much to come see me.” He teased before throwing you a blanket, “Warm up before you actually get sick.”

“I have a strong immune system, don’t worry about me.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know how often you get sick. Your nickname in school was even ‘Sicko'’” He rolled his eyes at your lie and you scrunched your face up, annoyed by the fact that he knew everything about you, “You probably didn’t eat, right?”

“Who says I didn’t? When you didn’t come, I ate to my heart’s content.” You lied, crossing your arms, putting your nose up in the air.

“Childish.” He whispered to himself with a chuckle, “Then why did you order food to go?”

“For you!” You blurted out.

“So much?” He opened the containers of food, “And I see a lot of your favorites here...Are you sure you ate?” He laughed.

“Okay okay, whatever. I couldn’t get myself to eat without you. I really thought you would come.”

Jungwon placed down the chopsticks he had originally picked up, “I’m sorry...”

“No, you’re okay! We can eat now. Consider this our first date even though we’ve done this so many times before.” Your cheeks lifted up as you smiled at him.

“Our first date, May 15th...”

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drmflm · 11 months

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home sweet heartbreak | l.hs

summary: you were supposed to be in then out. but the prince has other plans—plans to give you an evening you would never forget, filled with flowers, food, and a bleary black swan mask.

pairing: heeseung x gn!reader (ft. jake and txt’s taehyun, soobin, + yeonjun)

word count: 4.0k

genre: angst angst angst with comedic breaks in between

au: cinderella, spy, royalty

rating: pg-15

warnings: grief, mentions of death, infiltration (which is treason ig?), unhappy-ish ending

event: this is for @kflixnet's fic exchange event!! hi @flwoie!! i hope u enjoyed this fic 🥰 it was so much fun getting to know u and to become an engene as part of this!! <3

note: blame sona for the ending. I WAS PLANNING to make it happy but she wanted sad so. you get sad 😊 oh also, the reader uses a fake name for the first bit of this!!

When the red carpet rolled, you strode.

“Don’t make eye contact with them. Remember, you’re above them,” the radio buzzed as you straightened up and handed the knight your invitation nonchalantly, trying not to look at him. “Good job.”

“For the announcer dude, just slip him the 20,000 bill we gave you earlier,” Soobin said over the radio as you neared the stairs where the steward would announce your arrival.

You couldn’t speak without sounding suspicious, and most especially could not in a setting such as this, so you hooked your thumb into Taehyun’s right pocket and offering a small bow to the small lens tucked into the clip of his tie.

“He’s not very good at his job,” Soobin replied, and you could nearly hear the smirk in his voice. “The guy’s a good friend of Jun’s, doesn’t mind repaying an old favour for a small price. He’ll let the knight know not to go snooping.”

“Are you sure he’s loyal?” you whispered to Taehyun, rubbing his arm softly. “You know that everybody always has their own agenda.”

He nodded, lips pursed as he stared at you for a moment too long through his mask and looking away. “People will always bow to money, and we have a lot of it.”

People loved gossip, but the only thing they loved more than that, was money itself. The more money you had, the more likely you were to succeed in this society. Did you agree with it? No. But could you escape it? Unlikely.

So you just took advantage of it instead.

“I do hope they’ll have those cookies again,” Taehyun sighed, looking at you with an overly wide smile and a scrunched eye smile. “What were they called again? They were absolutely divine last year at the Prince’s private ball.”

Establishing status, a commonality among the ultra-rich you noticed. Of course, Taehyun was less ostentatious about his wealth than others, but he couldn’t allow others to find him weak or subordinate in any way. He represented his family at any gathering, and at this one in particular, he had to establish himself as one of the highest and most important businessmen in the country.

And the easiest way to do that? Just tell people you know the royal family and you had it in the bag. You might not know it, but people always listen to power. It was evident in the way that the people in front of you, upon hearing Taehyun’s words, permitted you to skip ahead with 90-degree bows, until you reached the steward who would announce your arrival.

As the couple before you gave him their card and stood in the front, Taehyung pulled you flush against his side, where you sank your fingers into his pocket and curled it into your fist. As he let you go, you folded your hands in front of you.

He handed you your name slip nonchalantly as the steward announced Lady Jieun and her partner, before you slipped the man the bill, and quickly made your way to the front.

“Kang Taehyun of the Kang Family Corporation and his date, Kim Iseul,” he announced, before gesturing for you to make your way down the stairs.

“People are nosy gossips, but Taehyun’s always been known to go out sporadically—dating rumours have been confirmed and denied so many times that nobody really cares anymore,” Soobin said over the radio. “There might be some articles about it but nothing big.”

“I doubt anything will really make it to the media,” Yeonjun said over the radio as well. Taehyun tightened his grip in yours. “They’re more preoccupied with Lee Heesucks instead.”

You would’ve laughed at the name if it weren’t for the fact that you were there, in the limelight of a dozen of the ultra-rich. You didn’t stand out—not after Yeonjun and Soobin worked hard to make you look perfect—and you hoped you wouldn’t for the remainder of the night.

Everyone was clad in dresses made of silk, suits made of the finest fibres, and every mask you saw was more and more garish the more you looked. Some were animal themed, dipped in gold and silver, others were clad with diamonds and precious gems.

But it was all a feast for the eyes, more so than the heart. When you noticed how careless and shallow most of the people were as they picked glasses off trays, took one sip, then discarded them on the same tray, you felt yourself grow nauseated at the fact that you were sharing the same air as them.

“How long will we be here for?” you asked quietly once he guided you to the dance floor and began waltzing you around.

“Just long enough for Taehyun to look around. We need to get you out before midnight, otherwise it’ll look really suspicious,” Soobin said, and you tried to control your expression as Taehyun swung you around at the lively music. “Hopefully you can blend in, but if things go awry or Heeseung notices you, we need you to distract him as best you can, for as long as you can.”

You smiled, but it fell when he added, “but under no circumstances, Y/n, do you go approach Heeseung yourself. This is dangerous territory right now. You need to be careful.”

You nodded, smiling as the song ended and the trumpets blared. All eyes turned towards the staircase, where the steward would announce the next arrival.

Beside him, stepped out one a man clad in an all white suit, traces of gold wrapping up along the cuffs of his sleeves down the length of his arms, his torso, his legs. They caught the light and the gaze of all who looked at him—towards the diamond that rested on the centre of his chest.

His face was shrouded by the black swan of his mask, feathers trailing gracefully along his face. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew they were sweeping across the crowd, looking, searching for—

“Introducing His Majesty, Prince Heeseung of the Lee Family!”

“He looks like an overcooked chicken in that mask,” Soobin grumbled, but you could barely hear him over the enthusiastic applause.

“Okay Y/n, now that Heesucks is here and no longer in his room, Taehyun is going to start the operation now. We’re going to turn off your radio so we don’t distract you or worry you. If that sounds good turn off the camera.” Yeonjun said over the radio.

While Prince Heeseung descended, and all eyes were focused on him, you reached up to the centre of your mask and—under the guise of fixing your mask for anyone looking—pressed one of the stray diamonds by your nose.

“Okay we’re shutting it down in 3…2…1–“ Beep.

At this, Taehyun nodded at you with a smile before slowly, quietly slipping away.

The food was good, you noted as you had your fifteenth helping of the same treats you were eating all evening. They were these small, star-shaped cookies with an orange frosting and sprinkles—so many sprinkles.

Ever since you were a mere child, you always loved the taste of tangerines, of ripe oranges. They reminded you of your mother who had grown an orange tree in your backyard in respect of her good friend Seri—and always made the most delicious freshly-pressed orange juice.

So while you were caught up blending in on the dance floor, you indulged yourself in trying some cookies, reminded of your mother, the sweetness of her oranges, and the sweetness of your childhood.

Things changed a lot the last couple years. Things too big to say in only a few words. Oranges were banned, oranges were a fruit never allowed in your household. Not with their history of heartbreak. Not when oranges really only grew where the heartache wandered.

You wished Yeonjun would come back on over the radio. You wished someone would say over the intercom that this was stupid, that the two of them should just make up.

But you couldn’t. Not when you didn’t know the truth.

The whispers grew louder, more boisterous around you. You heard him before you saw him. The cookie in your hand felt like a deadweight the closer you felt him step towards you.

“May I ask who I owe for depleting the Solarian Cookie supply?” he asked, coming up beside you as he grabbed the one out of your hand. “I thought everyone knew that these are the cookies I fancy the most.”

Jerk. “Well, pardon me Your Highness, I was not aware these cookies were reserved,” you replied. “Please excuse my careless mistake.”

“Mistakes,” he corrected, before taking a bite. “You made more than one, as you ate more than 10.”

“And how can you be sure that, that was me?”

He shrugged, “intuition I guess.”

“But intuition isn’t facts,” you argued as you shoved another one into your mouth.

“I suppose it isn’t,” he mused, before turning to face you, and you instinctively turned in response. “But I think it is when it comes to my cookies.”

“What a lame excuse,” you laughed, before you remembered. You were not supposed to talk to him. Absolutely not. He was dangerous.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. You couldn’t betray your family.

“Just this once I’ll let it go,” he said, staring at you intently. “You remind me of a friend. But no more cookies, do you understand?”

“Yes Your Highness,” you replied, bowing your head.

You waited for him to walk away, but his white shoes never left their place in front of you. You tentatively looked up. He stared down.

“Sorry if I did not make myself clear, I would like to grab my cookies, so would you mind moving aside?”

At once, you immediately moved aside, feeling the hot course of humiliation travel through every fibre of your being until the man grabbed his cookies and left. As soon as he got far enough away, you let out a silent, soft breath. The whispers around you grew louder.

“He can be quite intimidating, can’t he?”

You looked to your right where a man greeted you. His attire was different—with zigzagging lines of bronze up and down his maroon suit, lighter coloured streaks in his hair, and round circular specs on his face. Clipped to his tie was a flag you had never seen before.

“Indeed,” you replied, looking at the flag once more before making eye contact. “For a Prince he is quite cold.”

“Don’t let others hear you say that,” he said, and you could hear an unusual variation in his accent. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sim Jaeyun.”

“Kim Iseul,” you replied before raising an eyebrow. “And what might you do, Mr.Sim?”

“I am part of the Prince’s Foreign Affairs team,” he replied, smiling at you warmly. “Translating for him as well as offering advice on how to best interact with certain cultures.”

Like Hueningkai, you realized bitterly. This man was his replacement.

He noticed your gaze on his tie, “Ah, this is my Australian clip. It was given to me by my father before I left to come here.”

“How lovely. It must have been a long journey. Do you ever miss them?”

He shrugged, “Sometimes. But I don’t really have time to miss them since I’m here.”

The conversation took a deeper turn than you were expecting, one where you felt the time go by faster, less forced. Jaeyun was like you, he wasn’t from an ultra-rich family, and he was much more down to earth than the rest of the people there, including the Prince himself.

“Why is the Prince like that, if you don’t mind me asking?” you asked after a while. You two had relocated to a table off to the side. “Why’s he so cold?”

He thought for a moment, “There’s a lot of things. But, as you may know, the Prince has been waiting, a long time, for his beloved brother to return to him.”

Beloved?

“His brother?” you asked, looking at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

He just shook his head, “it’s of no importance, Iseul. Just know that his anger was not directed towards you, but rather, towards himself.”

Prince Heeseung feeling anger at himself? That seemed very unlikely.

“Ah, Jaeyun. Just the man I was looking for,” the Prince’s voice rang out as he neared you. Upon seeing you he halted. “Why are you with them?”

“I think you may have mischaracterized them, Hee,” was his reply as he stood up. “Don’t worry, I’ll go check on him, you have a good time. This is your ball after all.”

With Jaeyun’s departure, it was just you and him, face to face. When you bristled at the silence, he took a deep breath before sitting next to you.

“I apologize for my unsavoury behaviour earlier. That was unbecoming of me and I hope you can forgive me,” he said, not making eye contact as he fiddled with the strings of his bow tie.

“It’s okay, I understand,” you replied, looking at him. “Sometimes things are just as simple as having a rotten day. I get it.”

“Where’d you hear that from?” he asked, head lifting up to meet your gaze. “That expression?”

You blinked at him, “‘Having a rotten day’? That was a phrase my mother told me. Why?”

“No reason,” he replied, holding your gaze. “What is your name?”

“Kim Iseul, Your Majesty.”

“What is your real name?” he pressed, leaning towards you.

“That is my real name,” you replied, leaning backwards slightly.

“Pleasure to meet you, Kim Iseul,” he said at last, before offering you a hand. “May I have this next dance as an apology for my behaviour?”

You looked at him, trying to find any ingenuity. “But you’ve already apologized.”

“I know, but I want to.” He didn’t want to. He was just trying to be nice. But you entertained the thought, of just this once, under a mask made of midnight, that it’d be okay to pretend like nothing had ever happened.

“Okay.”

That was the moment you knew, as he swept you away, that you would never be able to truly resist him.

“For a mysterious partner of Kang Taehyun, you dance quite well,” he complimented as you waltzed to the palace musicians and basked in the limelight.

“Well, I only learned from the best,” you replied, gesturing to him. “You are a fantastic lead yourself.”

He smiles, “Useless flattery, Iseul. I’ve been ballroom dancing since I could walk.”

So have I. “You can tell, your footsteps are so graceful.”

“Again, useless flattery…” he paused, “Iseul.”

You maintained eye contact and he held you a few moments longer, even after the song ended. You knew people were staring, probably talking about how Taehyun had abandoned his date and said date was all over the Prince and—

“Why?” you whispered tightening your hold on his hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t recognize you as soon as I laid my eyes on you?” he asked, eyes piercing through the thin veil of his mask, right into yours. “Y/n,” he breathed, leaning in closer. “Nothing, not even Time itself, could ever make me forget you.”

“You’re not supposed to know I’m here,” you sighed, letting go and breaking apart. “Nobody is. I came because of the masquerade. Not for you. Not for anyone.”

“That’s not true,” he replied, grabbing your hand and leading you away. You ripped it out of his grip but followed him out the hall anyways. “You came here for a reason. Why? If not for me, why?”

“It was me, all me, Your Majesty,” you replied, fingers trembling in his hold. “I forced Taehyun to come here with me.”

“Stop lying to me,” he growled, once you the ballroom doors had shut. “Tell me you missed me, even for a second. Tell me you regretted it just once.”

You hesitated. You couldn’t see his face, but his shoulders slumped. “I see.”

You blinked back tears as you cleared your throat, “Both of you made many mistakes. The only thing I regret is not hearing both sides of the story. But Hee—I don’t hate the fact that you were crowned and he wasn’t. I hate the fact that I had to choose between you.”

“It wasn’t even my fault,” he sighed, before he reached up and took the mask off his face. Exposed, you saw every facet of his face, crafted by God and shimmering with tears. “I didn’t want this either.”

“What did you want?”

“To be with you,” he breathed, coming closer and grabbing your hand. When you didn’t yank it away, he grabbed the other. “I would have been happy a commoner Y/n, so long as I had your hand in mind. Please, believe me Y/n. Can’t we pretend, just for a few hours, like nothing had changed, that you never left?”

“Won’t that just hurt us both in the end?” you asked, pursing your lips and sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “Can you promise me you’ll let me go when the evening ends?”

“If that’s what you want,” he sighed, tightening his hold before letting go and turning around to brush away his tears. “But please. A chance.”

And, just like when he offered you a dance, you took his hand, and let him lead you away once again.

Him, unmasked and exposing the imperfections of his face, the vulnerability of the beauty mark just along his jawline, the soft curls of his hair.

He was a black swan with a pretty smile but you—you were a gold shadow, there was nothing more to you than the shallowness of your own desires, of your own shadows, your own betrayals.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, not because he was above you, but because you stooped down to a level far too low for him.

He led you to a small, circular door at the end of a never-ending hallway, before fishing out a familiar key from around his neck. This was what you were searching for. All this time, all of Jun’s anger and heartache, was because of this key.

The key to his—and everyone else’s—dreams.

He took it off his neck and inserted it into the lock, before the lock clicked open. He led you in, where your eyes immediately latched onto the blooming flowers and the beautiful tree of tangerines before you.

The small, secret garden was a masterpiece; the way the flowers framed the tree was deliberate like the swing gently rocking in a cool breeze, thousands of stars the only witnesses to this small sliver of true, untouched beauty.

This. This was what Yeonjun always wanted.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked after a moment, carefully stepping towards the flowers. “I never showed this to you when we were younger, because I always wanted to surprise you when we grew up. I wanted to save this for the day when I’d get down on one knee and—propose, Y/n. I bloom only for you.”

You heard it, you couldn’t see it though, as the darkness shrouded his face. You only saw the shadow of his tears in the dim light of a dozen fairy lights. Sanctuary. That’s what this was. Sanctuary.

“You always said you’d find your sanctuary. Is this—“

“This became it when I lost you,” he whispered, before stepping into the light, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the swing. “Y/n, all I could think about since you left has been all my mistakes, everything I ever did in the past. Just please—for one moment, let me pretend like all of that never happened.”

“I can’t, Hee,” you whispered softly. It was a sin to ruin the sweet silence of the night. “I can’t because this is what Yeonjun always wanted. How can I take that away from him? He always wanted his mother’s garden, he wanted to be with her, cradling her grave.”

Heeseung’s head dropped as he let go of your hands. You sat down on the swing, while he gently pushed you back and forth.

“I’m sorry. I kept the key because I didn’t want anybody to ruin it. I didn’t want the landscapers to come and bulldoze it down, I didn’t want anybody finding Seri’s treasure and ruining it.”

You were quiet for a moment before he stopped pushing you, “was that why you came here? For Yeonjun?”

You nodded, “Yeah I guess so.”

“Nothing else?”

“I—“

“Y/n, we’re back. We need to get you out of there are soon as possible. Security has caught on that we’ve infiltrated the palace. Beomgyu, the idiot accidentally stole too many cookies and Jun’s friend slipped to the knight so now Head Guard Yang is currently trying to get rid of Taehyun. Meet him out back by the rosebushes ASAP!!” Soobin said over the intercom, startling you out of whatever Heeseung-induced self-doubt you’d put yourself in.

This wasn’t about you. This was about Yeonjun.

He looked at you with something heavy in his eyes. He heard Soobin, both of you did.

“Go,” he whispered, leading you out and ripping the key from his neck. He placed it in your hands. “Get out of here Y/n, I don’t want to see you ever again. I’ll hold the guards off for a few moments. Just go.”

“Hee, I’m sorry,” you started, but he held up a hand.

He slid the mask back over his eyes, “leave. You don’t belong here. Nobody belongs here. I thought that after Seri died, I lost a mother, but I didn’t think in my wildest dreams, that I would also lose the only people who had ever meant something to me.”

His lips curled up, “You changed Y/n. I hope you forget about me quickly. Taehyun looks like a nice man. He looks like he cares about you. Tell him I say ‘Thank You’.”

He pushed passed you and started running down the halls, running from you. You heard the radio buzz, you couldn’t do anything but stand there, paralyzed at the gravity of what you had done. At the person you lost and continued to lose.

Every step felt heavy, and you eventually ran, but you couldn’t walk, you couldn’t be left to the mercy of your thoughts—not when the key sat heavy in your palm, and the tears even heavier in your eyes.

You couldn’t because when Taehyun carried you down the steps, when you got into the car and sped out somewhere under the veil of midnight—nothing could fill that uncomfortable emptiness on your fourth finger, that empty void that nestled in your soul.

Even seeing Yeonjun’s face light up at the key in your hand, or hearing the rest of the guys celebrate, nothing could bring you back.

Not when you knew the life you had left behind. Not when you knew, you made the greatest mistake of your life.

Because you wouldn’t be able to forget him—a black swan who brightened your life with glittering jewels and twinkling eyes, the man who hoarded cookies and smelled like oranges: sweet, homey, and heartbroken.

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everything i didn’t say — hongjoong

- pairing: fem!reader x hongjoong

- rating / genre: G / fluff, angst, friends to lovers

- word count: 2.8k

- warnings: bad writing 🤡, eating scenes throughout, slight emotional constipation from everyone, mention of anxiety throughout, mentions feeling abandoned, heartbreak and then everything works out lol, kissing

- note: this moves kinda fast since it is a one shot for a specific person lol. this is also loosely inspired by everything i didn’t say by 5sos, except they were never in an official relationship. also, it takes like a weird turn and shifts weird halfway through? and this is my first work i’ve written since i last posted so i’m still getting into the groove of things i’m sorry 😭 anyway! this is dedicated to @carmelakimtodoroki for the special exchange event in @kflixnet !! hope you like what i wrote for you <3 @underworldnet

you sigh as you rub your eyes in exhaustion. another late night studying had snuck up on you. and even though you had promised your best friend you would try to keep your studying to a reasonable hour, you had gotten carried away going through all your case studies your professor had recommended you read.

you sit there for a moment before your stomach rumbles, breaking the silence in your room. you grab your stomach, hunger taking over now that you weren’t distracted by your studies. you decide it’s time to stop for the night, both your body and the time on your clock urging you to eat and sleep before you pass out at your desk.

you quickly got up and slipped an oversized hoodie and your pink slippers before making your way out of the apartment and towards the 7/11 down the street. you take the moment to take in the fresh air and the sound of the wind blowing softly passed you.

“yn!” you turn to face the direction the voice came from, a smile pulling at your lips when you see it’s your best friend, hongjoong. “joong.” you close your eyes and take a deep breath when he engulfs you in a warm embrace.

“why don’t you have pants on?” you open your eyes and look towards hongjoong in confusion. “what do you mean?” you lift your hoodie to showcase your pink shorts hiding underneath the large hoodie. hongjoong looks at you with a cute pout, an underlying firmness hidden behind it as he whined to you. “next time you wanna go out late at night, invite me. i don’t want anything happening to you. there’s a lot of bad people around.” you nod, looping your arm around his so you can pull him the rest of the way towards the bright convenience store just ahead. “you got it. now let’s go get some food, i’m starving.”

hongjoong followed you around the convenience store with a basket in hand, ready for when you picked out another snack you were craving. you spoke absentmindedly as you stated at the ice cream freezer. “let’s get ice cream after we finish eating.” hongjoong agrees and follows you to the cashier, putting his card on the counter as you reached for your wallet in your pocket.

you pouted. “i was gonna pay.” hongjoong chuckled as he grabbed the bag of food and walked towards the counter to heat everything up. “it’s fine. you can pay for the ice cream.” you sigh and nod in agreement.

“how’s your studying going?” you look at hongjoong leaning against the counter, arms propped on the edge behind him. you look him over as you speak. “it’s fine, i had a lot of work to do today but the case studies are really interesting.” hongjoong nods as he listens to you intently. “i see you’re still forgetting to eat dinner.” he’s scolding you now and you can’t help the blush that heats your face at his observation. “i told you, i don’t do it on purpose. i just lose track of time.”

hongjoong is carefully bringing your bowl of food towards you, speaking only once he’s placed it in front of you, one hand leaning on the table and the other on the back of the stool you’re sitting on as he speaks. “maybe i should make you live with me or something, because how am i supposed to make sure you’re taking care of yourself otherwise. i won’t know for sure unless i’m the one taking care of you.”

hongjoong is speaking to himself but you turn away at the way the heat rushes back to your face. “what are you even saying hongjoong.” you scoff as you bring a bite of food up to your mouth. hongjoong chuckles as he brings a hand up to wipe the sauce away from your chin and the corners of your mouth. “i’m saying you’re really just my big baby that i need to take care of 24/7.” you stare at him as he goes back to the counter to heat up his own food.

hongjoong meant what he said that night. he practically lived with you at this point, showing up at your doorstep at any hour with take out in hand or groceries to cook for you. he would knock out on the couch for a bit and when it was getting too late for hongjoong, he’d pull your glasses off your face and guide you to your bed where he’d tuck you in and then join in right behind you.

you’d seen more of hongjoong in a week than you had in the past month. his new dedication to really taking care of you all day every day brought on astray thoughts that you had never really considered since you first met the pretty boy all those years ago.

you pull yourself out of your head when you realize you were staring at hongjoong as he strummed random chords on his guitar, humming words you couldn’t quite hear. you decide it’s time for a break and join him on the couch.

“can you play something for me? it’s been a while since i’ve heard you play.” hongjoong nods as he takes a second to think of what he wants to play for you and then set up. you smile as you listen to the soft strumming of his fingers on the guitar.

the notes floated nicely around the room, the sweet tone of hongjoong’s voice following close behind. you watched as he immersed himself fully into the song, eyes closed as he sang each word wholeheartedly. you smiled as you watched him, so in his element and so authentically himself without a doubt.

just as he reached the bridge, the ringing of a phone startled you both out of whatever trance you were in. hongjoong’s eyes opened, flitting around the table as he searched for his phone. you decided to go get something to drink for you both as he picked up the phone.

“hello?” you could hear him answer the phone. you turned away as you pulled the pitcher of juice you made out of the fridge. “what? yeah. why?” you could hear the annoyance creeping up in his voice as the conversation continued. you looked at him worriedly. you could tell he was trying to be subtle and not let his emotions get out of control. finally, the conversation seemed to come to an end. “fine.”

you turned to put away the pitcher when you saw him stand and put his phone in his pocket. hongjoong sighed before gathering all his things in his bag and turning towards you. “sorry, i have to go. i’ll see you later, yeah?” you smiled and nodded as he made his way out the door.

x x

you didn’t see him later. in fact, you hadn’t seen him since that very moment when hongjoong walked out of your apartment 6 months ago. he had disappeared into thin air for a while. he didn’t answer your first few texts where you expressed your worry and asked if he was ok, you never saw him on campus anymore, and all your calls to his phone wouldn’t even go through. you let it be after the first few times. you had taken the hint and went on with life, but you couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered around the crowd of faces every time you stepped on campus.

you sighed as you averted your eyes to the ground. you didn’t want to disappoint yourself for the umpteenth time in the past couple of months. you scolded yourself internally, telling yourself that it wasn’t worth it. that he wasn’t worth it.

suddenly, you’re stumbling back, two large hands grabbing you by your arms to steady you. “oh my goodness, i’m sorry. i wasn’t watching where i was going. are you ok?” you were looking forward now to see who you had accidentally bumped into.

it’s a tall boy, eyes soft and worried as he looked you over. you nodded. “i’m fine. i wasn’t even close to falling. and besides, i wasn’t looking where i was going either.” you offer him a smile. he sighs in relief. “uh, can i offer you come eat with me and my friends later? i feel bad now.” you put your hands up and shake your head. “you really don’t have to. it’s no big deal.”

the guy looks at his watch before he puts his hand out towards you. “give me your phone. i’ll put my number in and text you the spot and time.” you don’t know why you’re so compliant, but you give this random, nameless guy your unlocked phone after he asked for it. he hands it back. “i’ll see you later. bye!” and he’s off running in the opposite direction.

x x x

you honestly forget about your run in with the random guy earlier in the day. you were busy with school and rushing to get assignments done between classes. you’re just going about your day normally until your phone buzzes with a message.

yunho: meet at kbbq spot on the corner of first and third at 5 pm !

you smile at the text. of course. he even sounded cute over text. you respond in acknowledgment and continue with your homework until you need to get ready. but you can’t focus. not when you have dinner with a cute guy and his possibly cute friends in two hours. you sigh and lean back in your chair, holding your tummy as it tightens with anxiousness.

you decided you needed a shower to calm your nerves and also to freshen yourself up. the warm water relaxed your body and the smell of your floral scented soap calmed your senses.

with a newfound sense of calm, you opened your eyes and began washing your body, taking your time to scrub every part that you could reach and then treating yourself with your favorite body scrub afterwards.

you took your time looking through your clothes before settling on a lavender knitted sweater, light wash jeans, and your classic high top converse. something simple but still cute and satisfying. after you pinned your fringe back, you grabbed your bag and pulled out your phone to text yunho that you were on your way.

you spotted yunho first when you arrived. he smiled big as you approached, his hair jumping slightly as he excitedly bounced in his spot. you smiled back. “hey!” yunho pulled you towards where you guessed his friends were sitting. “hey! i’m glad you could make it. my friends are already sitting, they were waiting for us.” you nodded and followed him in excitement. “i hope they weren’t waiting too long.” yunho shook his head. “nah. and if they did, so what? they can wait.” you laughed at yunho’s words.

“hey everyone, this is the person i was telling you about.” you look across the table and freeze when you see who’s seated there. a chorus of greetings echoes around but you can’t help but just stand there as you think of a million ways you could possibly escape right now. you looked at yunho as he began introducing everyone. “this is seonghwa, yeosang, that’s san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho and that's hongjoong. and yuna is wooyoung’s girlfriend, mina is with seonghwa, and haneul is with hongjoong.” despite the wave of emotions you were feeling, you couldn’t help the genuine smile that pulled at your lips when you saw how happy and excited yunho was to introduce you to his friends, even though the situation had just rocked your world. “guys, this is yn.”

dinner had been going pretty well, with minimal contact with hongjoong. yunho, mingi and wooyoung had been keeping you busy for the most part, playing around and asking all sorts of questions. “oh my god!” wooyoung laughed at mingi as he sat there, pouting at the giant red stain on his pants.

you laughed a bit at the two before looking through your bag and pulling out a tiny tide stain remover stick. “maybe this will work?” mingi snatched it quickly and immediately rubbed at the stain on his pants. the stain didn’t completely lift, but it looked significantly better than how he had started. “ynnie, thank you so much. my life savior, i could kiss you right now.” you laughed as you grabbed the stick back from him. the comfort you felt with them brought out a side you had only ever shared with your closest friend who sat a couple chairs down. “dang, at least take me out first.” mingi doubled over in laughter at your words, causing you to smile big as you grabbed a few pieces of meat from the grill to place on the others plates.

x x

dinner had gone well and with no hiccups and now you were walking home, taking your time and taking in your surroundings. you were in a great mood, no doubt.

“hey, wait up!” you’re interrupted by someone’s gentle hand on your shoulder. you turn around to face the culprit and start panicking inside when you see hongjoong. “hey.” his cheeks and nose are pink from the cold weather, but you can’t help but think about how soft and cute he looks at this moment. he has a girlfriend.

your voice doesn’t want to work when you go to respond. “hey.” your voice is soft as you look him in the eyes, taking in how much his features have changed since the last time you saw him. he even looked at you with those same eyes, all soft and gentle as he took care of you.

“i wanted to tell you i’m sorry.” you’re a bit stunned and confused. “what do you mean?” hongjoong looks at you confused. “for everything. for invading your space 24/7, for not telling you anything, for not calling or texting… for leaving you with no explanation that day.” you exhale loudly at his apology. you never thought you’d hear an apology from him, let alone see him again.

“i had to leave. they made me leave you.” you put your hands out to stop him. “why are you apologizing?” hongjoong falters and begins fidgeting around when you ask him that. “look, i appreciate it, but i don’t understand. it felt like you played me, like everything was a lie. you hurt me, hongjoong.”

“i know, i know. i didn’t mean to.” you shake your head. “no, hongjoong. i don’t think you do know. do you know how it feels to be taken care of, loved, cherished so deeply?” hongjoong nods at your question. “and do you know how it feels to have that ripped away out of nowhere with zero explanation? abandoned? and the thoughts that ran through my head?” you scoff when hongjoong just looks at you. “goodbye, hongjoong.” you go to turn away but he grabs your wrist. “wait.”

your upset and you want to leave so you can lay in bed and cry over losing your best friend and the only man you had ever truly loved the way that you did. “what, hongjoong. i’m tired, i want to go home.” hongjoong could see the tears welling up in your eyes. “do you remember the song i sang for you that day?” you take a deep breath and look away for a moment to catch your breath and push the tears down. “yeah, i do.” he sighed. “you remember the words?” you looked at him and nodded.

“i could never tell you because i was too scared of ruining our friendship, but i love you.” the air was knocked out of you in that instant. “i’ve loved you since the moment we met when you got mad at me for passing my test perfectly without trying when you worked so hard. i’ve loved you since graduation when you got me that personalized guitar and took me busking in different cities all night to support my dreams. i loved you then and i love you now.”

you’re speechless. “but you have a girlfriend.” hongjoong takes that as a good sign and chuckles as he grabs your hands. “she’s not actually my girlfriend, just someone my parents have been trying to set me up with. the guys like her and get along, so i bring her around sometimes.” you nod. “so… what do you say?” you look at him for a moment, trying to process everything you just heard.

you smile at him and then nod. hongjoong smiles back before placing both his hands on your cheeks and pulling you in close. “thank you.” he whispers so softly you can barely hear him. the only thing you do is reach up a little further before placing your lips on his. you pulled back slightly so you could speak to him softly. “i love you too.”

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seung-scrittore · 1 year

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hey ji, — jisung x reader

📻 … hel- … can anyone … kkchh .. WC: 866 … GN! READER … GENRE: heavy angst, ex-boyfriend! jisung … WARNINGS: arguments, mentions of drinking, mentions of marriage, generally toxic relationship, cursing, mildly suggestive(?) … -over … kchhh ..

a/n … hihi !! so, initially this was for @fae-renjun for kfn’s member exchange event! but they’ve respectably stopped writing, so i let the fic take any direction it pleased. this was angst-ier than i meant it to be… + i was also a super condescending narrator… not proofread… sorry 🫶

throughout your relationship, you’d said countless words to each other. some good, some bad, most meaningless.

though, now that the two of you had separated, the only words that mattered were the things you didn’t say. the unspoken hopes, dreams, truths. your mind yelling at you to reach out, to come to some sort of closure, but your heart ached, far too bitter to make the first amends.

maybe it was for the better, that’s what you told yourself, if you kept your unspoken thoughts to yourself they’d eventually die down. they had to, right?

wrong.

now here you were, months later, the same regret lingering in your mind.

that’s why you’d decided to talk to him, well, if you could call this talking.

hey ji,

writing a letter, isn’t that too old school?

maybe you should’ve called him.

it’s been a while, yeah? i’m doing good.

you missed the way his hands fit perfectly in yours; the gentle forehead kisses he’d give you before he left in the mornings; the way his body felt against yours in the dead of night; you missed jisung. everything about him.

you’d tried your hardest to distract yourself, but you found yourself succumbing to loneliness the second you stepped foot in your house.

you struck out your last sentence with your pen.

i’m not doing too hot, and i don’t mean to bother you about it but damn. ji, i miss you.

on your quest to be a better person, you never considered it would’ve included jisung.

then again, you never would’ve considered that you would regret breaking up with him after everything that's happened. could you really put up with the arguing for the sake of familiarity?

your relationship had put the both of you through unimaginable trouble, all because you were hooked on the feeling of each other; the adrenaline rush that surrounded your relationship.

i don’t think i’m supposed to miss you. i don’t even know if i want to miss you, but i do.

or would it be different… you hadn't considered that. jisung wasn't the type to have a drastic change, neither were you.

god, ji, i miss your smile. i miss it so damn much.

you loved the way his nose would crinkle when he smiled, just like it was crinkling as you looked at it on your lockscreen.

you’d meant to change that. you just hadn’t gotten around to it. or at least that was what you told yourself.

you picked your pen back up, saying what you knew you didn’t have the courage to say to his face.

i miss you.

were you being too naive? writing these letters was one thing, but god, did you miss him? did you actually miss him after everything?

his face appeared in your mind, then his voice was in your ears. he haunted you. he has since he left.

and i hate you for leaving me here.

maybe you were so hung up on jisung because he truly was the one that got away. you don’t think you’d ever feel as satisfied as you did when you were dating jisung.

maybe it was because he managed to make everything feel so… real. it was intense.

intense is the perfect word to describe it, you think. it was intense last summer, when jisung had made you so angry that you’d thrown out his things from your third story apartment window. that was after you kicked him out for getting home shit-faced at two a.m., hah.

or maybe it was because the two of you made each other miserable.

don’t come back.

did the reason really matter? all that mattered was that jisung was gone, for good.

you scribbled over those last few words again.

you make me feel so crazy. so, so crazy.

…maybe he really had changed; maybe if you called him, or met up with him, the two of you could talk it out; maybe he would come back.

your head hurt.

crazy enough to miss your stupid, beat-up converse by the door next to mine.

you thought back on your relationship.

the two of you had been through just about everything a couple can go through.

well, the bad more often than the good. but those good moments— they made up for the fights, the break-ups, the crying.

ji, i can’t tell if that crazy is good or bad.

you could. just like you could tell you were being irrational the time the two of you’d almost gotten married. drunk and hitched in las vegas. lovely, huh?

to this day, you’re still glad minho was there to talk you out of it.

honestly,

glad. yeah, you were glad you hadn’t married jisung.

why hadn’t you thought about that earlier?

i’m sorry for everything, and i forgive you. i don’t know if we ever sat down and said that to each other.

you would never marry jisung, you wouldn’t grow old with him. you would meet someone else. someone that you wanted to marry; someone you would miss more than jisung, that would fill that loneliness you were feeling now.

you hoped he forgave you too. for everything.

goodbye, ji.

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qqtxt · 1 year

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[💜] anchor (jjk)

✿ pairing: jungkook (bts) x reader / non.idol!you / idol!bts / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / mentions of food and eating / comfort fluff, slice-of-life(ish) 🌸 🍰 / 1,158 words ✿ on a day when jungkook feels heavy, you make it effortless for him to feel light again.

💌: as a part of @kflixnet‘s exchange event, i’ve got the opportunity to write for @mikrokcsmos 💖 i’ve never spoken to you before but i’m a lil’ shy so i did a little snooping around and wrote you this piece (i also wanted it to be a surprise, hehe). i know i don’t write bts on here but i just knew i had to write something with jungkook for you! 👻 (i haven’t written for bts in a long while, so i hope it is enjoyable!)

the weight of the world today seems to weigh heavy on jungkook’s shoulders. on any other day, perhaps, he would’ve surfaced on his own. be his own lighthouse and lifebuoy; be the one he’ll pull through for himself because that’s the survival mechanism he’s been drilled to rely on himself since day one but today... today he’ll succumb to barely scraping by, hanging loosely by a thread.

apparently, life has other plans when he feels hands on his shoulders. smoothening over the expanse of his back to reach exactly where the metaphorical weight would’ve pressed him down to the ground and it already feels like the weight has been removed.

jungkook turns around to see another version of home despite just coming home. the small quirk of a smile on your lips; warm eyes beckon him to shrug off the denim jacket with the aid of your fleeting touch. before you can go too far (to hang air his jacket by the coat stand), his arms reel you in. the quiet admission, a soft chuckle leaving your lips and reverberating along his chest as he moulds against your back, lips dipping down to brush along your neck with a sigh.

you do your best to toss his jacket to a nearby chair, so your hands are free to roam along the imagery of his tattoos embedding his skin. goosebumps form along the way of your skin rubbing on top of his. jungkook instinctively curls his arms around you; tighter, closer. his eyes flutter shut, letting out a deep exhale that strums along your heartstrings, feeling the heaviness that follows.

“how was your day?” you ask, keeping one hand on his arms, the other reaching up to merely go through his curled locks that grant his head move closer to your palm; relishing the way your fingers meet his scalp in a gentle motion.

“don’t wanna talk about it,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your skin, inhaling your scent and trembling against your back as he breathes. your hand that lingers in his hair moves so you’re able to find the purchase of his cheek. to your best ability, you stroke along his skin, turning your head slightly to catch a glimpse of the way he submits to vulnerability in your presence.

“you sure?” at your questioning tone, he lifts his head up and meets with your eyes. how concerned you were, but the hint of playfulness is what makes him smile because you look pretty. “i think someone on quora said it’s good to talk about your feelings than bottle them up,”

he snorts, uncurling himself from being hunched over your figure with a raised brow and that handsome cocky smile that appears so effortlessly.

“who the hell even uses quora these days?”

“me,” you snicker, managing to turn around in his grasp. he barely lets you slip away, adjusting his arms so he can still have you close to him. your hands sneak up to frame his face, warm palms to pillow against his cheeks, “because it made you smile. so, y/n gets a point. jungkook’s bad day gets absolutely nothing and can suck it.”

jungkook’s eyes close as he submits to laughter. he didn’t even think it was possible to relieve the heaviness so quickly but with you... it’s like it didn’t stand a chance. he opens his eyes after taking a breath, meeting with your gaze that settles into this feeling that makes him feel at ease. like he can say anything he wants; anything he feels, and it wouldn’t change a single thing of how you feel about him.

“so...” you start, voice gentle as your thumbs stroke the under of his eyes, “how about you tell me how i can make you feel better?”

his voice is strained and tired with a small crack that gives away a portion of his emotions. “what if i don’t know?” his answer is quick, yet, it’s uncertain. he looks like he doesn’t quite know what’s bothering or why it’s bothering him but... his heart just feels heavy.

“hm...” you hum softly, one hand sliding from his face to rest on his shoulder, the other acting as a pillar of support as he rests his head on it with an expressionless face. “then... we can just...” your voice trails off and jungkook has to lull his head forward as you move your hand from his face. you shift your position to put your arms around him. with one hand wrapped around his figure, the other gently nudges his head down so he’s resting his face in the space between your neck and shoulder.

“we can stay like this first.”

you feel the imprint of his lips on your skin and it makes you smile (and jungkook hears it). your fingers gently stroke his head and you shuffle your feet just a little to be as close to him as possible. jungkook’s body reacts naturally. arms like vines reaching towards the nearest light source and it’s always, always you. radiating heat, warmth, comfort; his safe space, his person, his home.

you can tell that he appreciates how you’re not trying to force an answer out of him and instead, sit with his emotions until he’s ready. jungkook doesn’t answer with words, only nodding into your embrace as he stays like that with you. swaying a little left and right from time to time but for the most part, just there with you. it wasn’t a substantial gesture. it wasn’t the grandest of things but... it was the most sincere that roots jungkook to the ground of your love; here, with you, it’s safe.

and it’s his.

((”not yet,” jungkook huffs as you try to pry him away from you, his distaste showing by locking his arms around you so that it’s impossible to break free. you chuckle, patting his back, “but you’re hungry.”

he scoffs, “i’m always hungry.”

“yeah, so we need to do something about it.”

“don’t wanna let you go,” he grumbles, stubbornly standing his ground, refusing to move.

“then... how about we move to the sofa and i can order takeout for us?”

you don’t have the chance to process his answer until he’s half-dragging you towards the sofa. your hearty laughter is what replicates the soundtrack of happiness in jungkook’s ears. your compliance makes his heart swell. and if it wasn’t enough, the way you snuggle into his embrace and accept the new position he puts you in makes it near impossible for him not to smile.

he makes you grab ahold of his phone before his arms go back to being banded around your waist. with one hand you’re searching through what to order to eat while your other rubs circles on the arm that’s closest to you. though nonchalant, feeling your attention on him despite being occupied with something else, truly lets his mind rest easy in the presence of you.))

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alohajun · 11 months

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♡ DEAR TOO MUCH — XU MINGHAO

slytherin!minghao x hufflepuff!reader | wc : 1.1k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, mild angst, strangers to friends, hogwarts / harry potter au | loki's lines — this is the one (of a couple) entries for the exchange event by @kflixnet. this one's for @sodafy <3 this was my first time writing for hao and i really hope i did it justice! dsgdfhg hope you like this, have a great day <33

“hey, there! you must be minghao!”

the raven-haired male turned at the cheerful voice, brows furrowed amusingly as he saw you in front of him, enthusiastic as ever.

“yep.” he curtly nodded, scooting to the side to make space on your lab table. “you are y/n, i’m assuming?”

“the one and only!”

“good to know.”

as an overenthusiastic hufflepuff, you were always told to take it down a notch as your attitude could be overbearing to people — especially slytherins.

and seeing minghao’s slight smile and brief replies, you figured you were going a little overboard with your energy.

“uh, if you ever feel like i’m too much, please don’t hesitate to tell me,” you quietly stated, a small smile on your face. “i’m trying to work on it.”

xu minghao didn’t know why, but hearing you say that made him frown, realizing you must’ve been told on multiple occasions to calm down.

on any other day, the raven-haired male would’ve made some sort of snarky remark, but seeing the way you nervously smiled at him, all he could do was shrug off your comment.

“i’m not much and you are too much; i think we balance out each other well.”

as the days passed by, you and minghao only got closer — or at least, that’s what you thought. you were constantly rambling, and he kept listening to whatever you had to say, never complaining.

“there were these pretty rings at this stall on knockturn alley. they were so beautiful with these butterflies and little flower engravings!” you gushed, pouting as you looked at your empty fingers. “i couldn’t buy them, though. gyu was in a hurry, and we didn’t have time to go shopping.”

minghao only hummed in response, like he always did, signaling that he was listening to you. he walked around the table as he followed the recipe for the potion you were making in class today, not really bothered by your lack of help.

“ah, and there was this bracelet with a little golden snitch charm, which was the cutest thing ever!” you cooed, remembering the accessory you wanted. “but they sold them in pairs, and i don’t really have anyone to wear them with, so i didn’t buy those either.”

the raven-haired male hummed again in response, frowning at the book in his hands. “the letters are smudged on this book. i’ll go get another one,” he stated, moving to the back of the class as you stayed in your place.

you never really minded minghao not replying to your talks. just the fact that he listened meant a lot to you.

but in the back of your head, you always wondered if he truly listened or just nodded to make you stop talking.

“the idiot ran away because you were talking his ears off.” your brows furrowed as you saw your gryffindor friend, mingyu, frowning. “he’s a slytherin, for merlin’s sake.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

seokmin sighed. “he’s not listening to what you are saying,” he confessed. “i know you are trying to make friends, but this guy is probably not it.” he gave a sympathetic smile.

“oh.”

“don’t get your heart broken, okay?” mingyu walked by, ruffling your hair affectionately. “i don’t want to have any points taken off gryffindor for teaching a slytherin a lesson.”

you stayed silent after the exchange, taking this time to think about everything. maybe they are right. maybe that’s why he hasn’t been responding to me properly. you sighed, going back to taking notes on your work.

xu minghao returned with another book, going back to his work — expecting you to continue your ramblings about your day. however, when you barely spoke to him, he raised his brows in concern, looking over at you.

“everything okay, y/n?”

“yeah, the potion seems to be brewing fine. no explosions so far.”

the raven-haired male frowned, knowing very well that you knew he wasn’t talking about the potion. his gaze darted to the table behind you, noticing mingyu and seokmin glancing over at you worriedly from time to time.

were you told to calm yourself down again? but why?

minghao shouldn’t have felt anything when he saw you with a blank face — in fact, he shouldn’t have been dying to see you smile and ramble again, like you always did.

he only left you for two minutes, and you changed so drastically that he couldn’t help but think that he had something to do with it.

was it because he never replied properly? was it because he didn’t seem like he cared?

whatever it was, xu minghao didn’t like it — mostly because he didn’t like seeing you down.

the great hall was crowded, as always; the chattering and giggling of children filling the entire room. you sat with your friends, picking at your breakfast, completely oblivious to their looks of worry.

“hey, y/n.” seokmin broke the silence, getting your attention. “are you still down about yesterday? because–”

“i’m fine.”

“we just don’t want you to be hurt, okay? we could be wrong and–”

you dropped the fork in your hands, clattering it against your plate. “i get it, okay? i’m just kinda sad because i really thought of him as a friend,” you muttered, looking down.

seokmin half-heartedly smiled. “hey, maybe we can–” the screeching of an owl cut him off, followed by it swooping low by their table and dropping a little package.

right in front of you.

brows furrowed, you gently took the package in your hands, slowly removing the wrapping before opening the little box.

a confused smile took over your face as you saw the very accessories you had been eyeing at knockturn alley. all the way from the rings with the butterflies and little flower engravings to the bracelet with a little golden snitch charm; it was all in the box.

did mingyu feel bad and buy those as an apology?

you noticed a note at the bottom of the box, realizing it was definitely not mingyu as you read it.

dear too much, i suck at this whole friendship thing, so i’m sorry if i ever make you feel like you are annoying me. i promise you are not, and i promise i am listening to you. sincerely, not much.

it didn’t take seokmin long to figure out who the package was from, seeing the way you smiled as you read the note. plus, the way the slytherin kept trying to see your reaction from the other table wasn’t exactly slick either.

“from minghao?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“i guess he was actually listening to my stupid ramblings, after all.”

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yeokii · 1 year

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# take me on a date (kfn: the exchange event) !!

₊﹒wc! 0.4k

₊﹒warnings! skinship (?), yeonjun being in love, lmk if there's more!!

₊﹒tagging!! @kflixnet, @haechanhues

₊﹒note! I really tried el oh el but this is so short helpp 😭 @haechanhues I rlly hoped u like this tho!!

“Yeonjun, what about her?” You asked, you pointed in the direction of a girl that was his age.

“What about her?” He asked, his attention fully on you, not even sparing a look at the girl you just pointed at.

You looked back at Yeonjun and placed your fingers on his chin to force him to look at her, “She seems pretty. You should go on a date with her, don’t you think?” You suggested.

“No.”

“What?! You can’t be single forever!” You slightly pouted at him while whining, worried that your bestfriend doesn’t pull. “Even I had a boyfriend.” You said.

But that’s not what he cared about. He didn't care about the girl that you showed him or your ex. He cared about the way your arm was tangled with his, the way your face slightly rested against his shoulder, he cared about you.

“Yeon.” You stood up, looking down at him. “You cannot be single forever. Are you seriously going to die alone? You won’t even have children! I won’t ever become the cool aunt, Jun!” You expressed your worry in which Yeonjun giggled.

“Are you seriously worried about not becoming the cool aunt?” He took your hands in his and gently swung them from left to right.

“Well yeah!”

“Fine, I'll date–” Before he even finished the sentence you jumped in joy and hugged Yeonjun, basically sitting on him.

“Okay tell me who! I’ll set you up with anyone.” You looked at him, waiting for an answer, but what you didn’t realize was that his arm was slowly going around your waist, bringing you closer as if you weren’t already sitting on his lap.

“You.” He smiled softly, his eyes filled with pure adoration.

“What?” You couldn’t register what he had said.

“I wanna go on a date with you.” He shrugged, talking about it like it was just a normal thing.

“Why?”

“Cause I like you.”

You tried to stand up once you realized how close you both were and that Yeonjun saw you in a different light.

“What? You can’t like me!” You said, struggling from his grasp and simultaneously processing what he just told you.

“What? I can’t love now?” Yeonjun questioned.

“Love?”

You stopped attempting to get away from his grasp to focus entirely on what he had said. It was like the world had stopped just for you two. It felt truly timeless.

“Yeah.” He softly said.

You stopped for a moment, your thoughts completely being the boy whose lap you were sitting on.

“Fine.” You came to a conclusion, “Take me on a date and I may give you a chance.”

perm taglist!! @flwoie @zuyairus @bubblytaetae @yenqa @haknom

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kmgkmg · 1 year

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EVERYTHING - LEE HEESEUNG

word count: 2.8k…

pairing: heeseung x gn!reader

synopsis: you are a freshly moved in tenant to a cheaply priced apartment, but is it too good to be true?

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, strangers-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers more of a miscommunication trope, college student!reader, neighbor!heeseung

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: for @dearhee!! hi, i was matched with you for the @kflixnet's exchange event! i'm a bit shy so i didn't message you, but i've enjoyed seeing your posts on my dash ^^ i hope you enjoy this short oneshot piece! the title is based off of everything by kehlani. i had a hard time choosing between her song and butterfly dream by khalil fong, also i did kinda get carried away and made you a fic playlist! and an older outdated playlist i made for heeseung a while back if you'd like to listen to it! sorry this author's note is so long omg.

Brown moving boxes cluttered your new living room. Sure, it looked a bit barren and depressing from the boxes and bubble-wrapped items lying around, but those would be dealt with right after you finished your coursework. Sitting down at the kitchen table you and Jungwon assembled just hours ago, your mouse hovered over the pause button of your laptop.

You were attempting to finish the recorded lecture your professor posted yesterday. Latin American Politics seemed like a fascinating topics course to take, and to top it off, the professor had stellar reviews from classmates. Who would’ve known that you were getting yourself into the most intensive courses you’ve taken to date? The readings were interesting and you never had a problem completing them, but what drove you insane was the exams. Your professor would always include questions that would leave a lot up for interpretation, yet he would grade it seemingly randomly based on his mood. The other half of the questions would require you to know a decent amount of outside information since he would ask questions that were never discussed in class or case studies, but would be relating to relevant precedents.

Something that was quickly driving you insane was your next door neighbor. You hadn’t had the chance to introduce yourself yet, but for almost the entire time you tried to watch the lecture, music could be heard through your shared wall. You thought the noise would subside if you waited long enough, but your patience finally met its limit when they turned up their music enough for you to feel the bass.

This isn't how you imagined introducing yourself to your neighbors. You weren’t hoping to be best friends with them or anything, but you definitely didn’t think you’d be storming over to their doorstep at 11pm to complain. Still, it’s a weekday. How could they not have the common sense to be courteous of those who needed to wake up early in the morning?

Opening your door, you walked over and knocked three times on the door. A man with grayish blonde hair opened the door with a quizzical smile flashed towards you.

And maybe, no, definitely, his looks would’ve been more noticed by you on any other day. But you had an oral exam to finish polishing to present in front of your professor and classmates.

“Can you lower your music please? I’m trying to study and it’s distracting,” You request, without paying much attention to your neighbor’s confusion gradually showing on his face.

“I wasn’t playing any music though?” He innocently replies.

“For the past forty minutes I’ve listened to music from your side of the wall, don’t act innocent,” You groan.

He smirked at you, “Sure, I can ‘turn it down’,” emphasizing the last part by using air quotes with his hands.

“What do you mean with the air quotations?” You frown, imitating the air quotes he made moments ago.

“Don’t you think you owe me a favor for turning down my music? I mean it is my apartment, I should be able to act how I want. Not my fault that the building’s walls are thin,” He shrugs.

Of course, your neighbor is entitled. Just great.

“You won’t turn it down? Okay, there’s an easy solution. What was the landlord’s number again? I think filing a noise complaint would make my problem solved real quick,” You answered, unlocking your phone screen and showing the dial pad screen to him.

His smirk fades, “Alright, alright, I’ll stop playing my music and singing,” taking your phone and typing a number onto it, “here’s my number.” He extended his hand to you with your phone placed on his palm.

You snatched your phone back, narrowing your eyes at him. “Why give me your number? So you can bother me through texts and phone calls instead?” You scoff, already heading back to your apartment next door.

“You can message me instead of our landlord when I make noise again,” He waves, before slamming his door behind you.

Asshole.

One thing you absolutely hated was hot weather. Without the A/C on in the middle of today, a day that was record-breakingly hot, you felt certain you would melt any minute now. Your landlord sent out an email to all of the tenants in the morning explaining that the A/C broke and would probably be repaired by tonight. You didn’t need her email to wake you up though. You were already awake, sweating profusely. The comforter had long been thrown to the floor. You stumbled sleepily to your thermostat which read as 100°F/38°C. Outside it was a bit cooler, but being outside only exposed you to the blazing sun. It was truly choosing the lesser of two evils.

What made the day even worse is that you ran into your annoying neighbor, whose name you learned is Heeseung, as you went outside to make a quick run to buy some cold snacks. It did make it slightly better when he was covered in as much, if not more sweat than you. You couldn’t revel in his misfortune for too long though. He miraculously managed to trip over his doormat, falling onto you. Both of you scowled at each other while childishly wiping each other’s germs off yourselves.

He hadn’t played his music anymore since the day you confronted him, but he did sing nearly everyday. If you weren’t studying, you couldn’t help admiring how talented he was. His vocals sounded like they came straight from a CD. But your appreciation for his talent never lasted long, since he always had an intuitive sense to bother you.

Y/N, I sound good, don’t I?

How would you feel if I serenaded you sometime?

Don’t you think a guy who can sing is sooooooo hot?

Have any song requests Y/N?

His texts immediately removed any hint of charisma his music might’ve given him. Heeseung knew that his texts drove you insane, and if you were just an ounce less nice than you were, he would’ve been blocked a long time ago. Still, he had texted you about a week ago informing you he’d be redoing the foam sound panels he installed a couple years back in order to hopefully be more soundproof for your sake. While you felt relieved that you would finally have some peace and quiet after weeks of living with his incessant noise, it was bittersweet. You had grown used to his singing, occasionally singing along to the songs you knew. Although, it didn’t change the fact that he was still arrogant as ever whenever he interacted with you.

Snapping out of your thoughts about Heeseung, the elevator doors opened on your floor. You looked down into the plastic bag of goods you got from the convenience store and sighed disappointedly at the distorted shape of the ice cream you bought.

“Sorry if the phone was cut out, I was in the elevator. But Jake, I’m going to die in this heat!” You whined through the phone, searching your pockets with your free hand for your keys.

“Why don’t you just come over to my place then?” He offers generously.

“That would give me the perfect excuse to see Layla…” You trail off, tempted by your friend’s invitation.

“See, Y/N just come over and we can eat some ice cream to cool down,” Jake persuades you further.

“You know, I actually got ice cream and other stuff and I’m pretty sure it melted on impact the moment I stepped into this damn complex,” You reveal, lightening up at the sound of Jake’s laughter.

You finally found your keys and unlocked your door, noticing the fan by your door. There was a Post-It note attached to it: You seemed to need it more than me - Seung. He was definitely sweating more than you earlier, so why would he give his fan to you?

“Jake, my annoying neighbor just left me a really nice fan to use?” You tell him, still glancing over the note. All of a sudden? For no reason? Your suspicions grew as they usually did, sure that he must have an ulterior motive. Nevertheless, you carried the fan and your melted snacks into your apartment.

“You mean the neighbor with the angelic singing voice?” Jake asks to confirm he was thinking about the same neighbor.

You open your fridge, placing each item in their designated spot, “You heard him one time, Jake.”

“One time was enough, Y/N. Dude’s got the voice of an angel for real,” Jake stands his ground.

Rolling your eyes, you take out the semi-frozen pineapple juice you put in the freezer hours ago. The original plan was to drink it for yourself, but it couldn’t stop bothering you that Heeseung had seemingly been nice for no reason. The fan he gave you blew cold air and if you wanted it to be even colder you could add cold water or ice to a compartment. It was expensive, you could tell from the look of it alone. Also, you did happen to browse for fans while you were waiting in line at the convenience store. Was the fan in front of you the one you considered buying? That’s not important right now…

“Y/N?” Jake’s voice snaps you away from your thoughts.

“Sorry, give me a sec,” You grabbed the plastic bag on the counter and added the frozen pineapple juice and gummies to it. It’s not equivalent to his fan, but at least it’s something.

You reopened your door, preparing to hang the bag on his door handle and go back to your conversation. What you didn’t expect was Heeseung to be walking in the hallway, humming a song while twirling his keys with one hand and carrying takeout in the other. He caught you in the middle of what was supposed to be a discrete delivery, raising his eyebrow in amusement.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, Y/N L/N?” He moseyed over to you, flashing one of his infamous smiles at you.

“I just left some things in the bag since you gave me that fan. I appreciate it, but um, if you don’t want the snacks since you just got food, I can grab it later,” You mumbled, trying to scurry back into your apartment since Jake was definitely going to tease you about any interaction you had with Heeseung.

“Wait, is that the angelic neighbor, Y/N?” Jake’s voice practically booms from your phone. You must’ve accidentally pressed the speaker button. Heeseung’s smile only grows wider as he looks at your phone, with you being completely mortified and hanging up on your best friend.

“Angelic neighbor, huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, Heeseung. That’s just my friend’s nickname for you,” You attempt to crush anything he was imagining, matching his cheeky energy.

“Aw, so you talk about me that much? I’m flattered, really,” He places a hand on his heart, closing his eyes in a feigned earnest expression.

“He heard you singing one time, Heeseung. Then, I mean I might’ve told him you were always singing with that flawless voice of yours, but that was it really,” You rambled, not thinking much about the words that were coming out of your mouth.

“Flawless voice…” He repeats, turning shy at the surprise compliment you gave.

You were completely unaware of what you said, still trying to make your way back to your apartment.

“Anyways, if you don’t have anything else to say I’m going to head back into my place…” You point with your thumb to your door, confused as to why he suddenly turned so quiet.

“Thank you.”

Now it was your turn to be surprised, “For what?”

“I’ve been going to all these auditions but keep getting rejected. Each place I go nitpicks my technique, but you called my voice flawless. I guess I really needed to hear that right now,” Heeseung explains, now fidgeting with his keys.

The puzzle pieces started falling into place, “So that’s why you’re always singing?”

He nodded in response, “The first day you came over to my door, I was practicing for a callback the following morning. I knew that we were expecting a new tenant and sure, I heard you moving things in, but moving in took me like three days. The last time someone new moved in was me, which was two years ago. So, I just assumed that you would still be moving in. It didn’t occur to me that you could’ve moved all your stuff in one day. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was making that much noise that night, I didn’t know you were all moved in yet.”

His sincere apology surprised you for the second time, “I’m sorry, too. I’m a law school student and I was prepping for an exam that determined a huge part of my grade. I can get a bit sensitive to sounds when I’m studying for exams,” You apologized back.

Heeseung’s fingers stopped fidgeting with his keys as his expression softened, “Thank you for the snacks, I’ll enjoy them, Y/N.”

The warmth in his voice as he said your name made you flustered, used to him only saying your name in a teasing tone, “Y-Yeah, no problem. Thanks for the fan, I’ll use it well.”

“Oh, before I forget, I was going to drop off one of these sandwiches by the fan if you weren’t home yet,” He reaches into his takeout bag and hands you a sandwich.

Today must be the day he decided to endlessly surprise you since he handed you your regular order from the local deli, “How’d you know my order…?”

“About a week ago, you made an UberEats and the delivery person knocked on my door first,” He nonchalantly explained.

“Ah, I see. But why are you being so nice to me? I mean it’s a complete 180 from this morning,” You question him, still suspicious of his kindness.

“I just woke up when I tripped into you earlier. Also, I absolutely hate hot weather so I would’ve made that face if I bumped into anyone,” Heeseung answers, “I hope that we can get along from now on.”

You nod in agreement and thank him for the fan and sandwich once again before parting.

Finally back in your apartment, you FaceTimed Jake only to be met with the faces of both him and Jungwon.

“Tell us everything!”

Months had passed since Heeseung and you finally cleared up your misunderstandings. Your once sour relationship with him had turned into a strong friendship, spending most of each other’s free time with each other.

His love as a friend was anything but conventional. He knew all of your details, from the first time you officially hung out and watched the newest John Wick movie to the time when you went to a dog cafe together, he was always attentive to you and your interests. You were equally attentive to him, recommending songs that would suit his voice, or sending videos about fishing since it was his hobby. Jake had grown closer to Heeseung as well, reporting back to Jungwon each time you and Heeseung would gush about each other.

It was obvious to everyone that you loved each other. Well, obvious to everyone but the two of you. That was, until one fateful summer night spent on the apartment’s rooftop with each other. You were watching a fireworks show in the distance, enamored with the various colors filling the dark night sky.

“Isn’t it stunning, Seung?” You exclaimed happily, not breaking your attention from the fireworks in front of you.

He wasn’t looking at the fireworks though. His eyes were fixed on you beside him, taking in everything you are, “Yeah, absolutely stunning.”

You turned towards him, only to be met with his unwavering gaze, “Heeseung?”

He softly led you to the table and chairs on the rooftop, hinting that he wanted to sit down next to you. You followed him, picking up when he wanted to say something.

After a deep breath in Heeseung began, “Y/N, I love the way you teach me about things I never would have thought to learn about. I love the way you listen to my concerns and nonsensical excited rants about my favorite shows or album releases. I love your extrovertedness and willingness to help those around you. I love your laugh. I love you.”

“Heeseung, I love you too,” You reply, unable to properly formulate all the reasons why you loved him. If you started listing the reasons why you loved him, you feared you would never stop.

But your confession back was enough for him to shine brighter than any of the fireworks you watched before, “Really?”

You smile at him, causing him to envelop you in a hug.

Who would’ve thought that your noisy neighbor all those months ago would end up being the person you loved?

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byeolhyesisi · 1 year

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BLUE'S COFFEE; HAN JISUNG

bestfriend!han jisung x reader

coffee and nicknames for the blue-haired boy who didn't bring an umbrella during a rainy day.

genre: fluff, non-idol au, short fic, oneshot, slight indication of best friends to lovers

warnings: may have small errors :(( but other than that, it's all good !!

words: 1k+ (exactly 1,050)

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @gimbappae @yellowsbuttercup @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as

dedicated to: @jakes-tummy !! tysm for answering questions that definitely helped me write this fic >< i tried my best to create an atmosphere based on your answers and i hope that somehow, you can feel that this is really for you !! <3

a/n: this is my entry for the exchange event by @kflixnet !! this event was so fun^^ i was really happy i was able to write again <3 also, i don't know why i went with a y2k-esque graphic but i thought it was fun ><

Pitter-patter pitter-patter… the repetitive sound of rainfall echoed throughout the silent atmosphere of your room. As if the droplets were loud footsteps on wherever they land.

The weather was bad, but the sun still managed to shine brightly as if it was a clear day. It was sort of irregular to see such contrasting scenery. Kind of ironic, but it was something worth gazing at for a few moments out of curiosity and slight bewilderment. The combination of heavy rain and a bright blue sky is somewhat soothing. As you look outside your apartment's window, you spotted a familiar face waiting to cross the street with a jacket over his head. His blue locks were eye-catching. It stood out from the crowd, mainly because he was the only person without an umbrella in hand if you ignore his vivid hair. He was the odd one out in the midst of the crowd.

The blue-haired boy was none other than your bestest friend, Han Jisung.

You shook your head while chuckling. Of course he doesn't have an umbrella. Knowing him, he probably forgot or his stubborn self simply didn't take the weather reports seriously, fooled by the bright day. It was usual for him to experience both of those anyway. It definitely wasn't the first time Jisung put himself in situations that could've been easily avoided if he wasn't forgetful or stubborn.

You watched as he immediately crossed the street, running inside the apartment building to seek shelter at once. You could already hear his complaints before you even welcome him inside. A quiet hum resonated from your lips. I should probably make coffee for that dumbass. Smiling to yourself, you chuckled softly as you made your way to the kitchen.

It didn't take long for three knocks to resonate from your door. You stopped stirring your friend's coffee and started walking towards the door before halting. He's most likey drenched in rain… You assumed. "Just a minute." You called out. "Alright. Just hurry, please. It's cold out here!" Jisung's voice answered back in a soft tone, the pout on his lips was evident in his voice. You rushed inside your room, opening one of your drawers to fetch an extra towel.

Once you finally opened the front door of your apartment, the sight of Jisung made you stifle a laugh. "You look like a wet chick." The boy rolled his eyes. "Haha. Thanks." He replied sarcastically. "Don't be salty now. Why didn't you bring an umbrella anyway?" You questioned as you handed the towel. Jisung quickly patted and made sure he was less soaked in rain water before entering your humble abode. "It was so sunny! It's not my fault I was scammed by the weather. Besides, weather reports are inaccurate sometimes. Hmpf." He complained, his statement confirming one of your guesses. "Even if it's sunny, you should still bring an umbrella. Too much sunlight is bad too, you know?" You remarked and Jisung only huffed in response.

"You're really lucky I want to hang out with you." He mumbled but it was loud enough for you to hear. "And you're lucky I care for you." You looked at Jisung with an eyebrow raised. "I made you coffee. Drink it before it gets cold. That should warm you up." You smiled.

The boy perked up. You made me coffee… He couldn't help but to grin softly, a pang of flutters struck his stomach. "Your smile is already warm enough." He joked cheesily. The room was suddenly filled by the harmony of your laughter. The laughter masked something the two of you were hiding in the wholesome scenario. Both mutual but kept secret under the rain and the sun's rays. "That won't work on me." You said. If your heart could speak it would oppose your words. If Jisung wasn't oblivious, the flushed rosy color on your cheeks would be easily noticed by his eyes. If you were paying very close attention, you'd know he didn't mean it as a joke.

The two of you sat down on the couch of your living room when the boy finally took his cup of coffee. Jisung took a sip and he exhaled a very dramatic sigh as if he was in a commercial. It was the perfect amount of bittersweet; a cup of coffee only you can make for him. "You know me too well." He smiled cheekily. "You won't shut up about yourself—" Laughter filled the room once again.

The room fell silent, with the occasional sound of Jisung sipping his coffee and accidentally choking from time to time. "Stop drinking it like a vacuum cleaner." You told him while giggling. "First, I was a wet chick. Now I'm a vacuum cleaner?" He chuckled, placing the now empty cup on the coffee table. Jisung was used to the nicknames you give him. You loved giving him random nicknames, even if they were the most unconventional ones. And he loved them too. "To be fair, you still look like a wet chick."

"So you think I look cute? Chicks are cute, right?" Jisung batted his eyes. "No." He scoffed playfully at your short reply.

"Can you make me another cup of coffee?" The boy pleaded with puppy eyes. How can you say no to those eyes?

"Alright, blue's clues. Wait here." You responded as you stood up.

"BLUE'S CLUES?! NOW I'M BLUE'S CLUES?!" He placed a hand on his chest, acting offended as a joke. "Not my fault you dyed your hair blue." You stuck your tongue out before heading back to the kitchen with his cup in hand.

"If I'm blue's clues, then you should be magenta!" He suggested. You shook your head, he really is like a child sometimes. "Ok, blue. I'll be your magenta." You said as you poured hot water into his cup.

As soon as you left, the blue-haired boy kicked his feet giddily. Covering his face with the towel, he couldn't contain his wide smile anymore. Jisung decided to follow you to the kitchen. Even when he entered, his grin never left his lips.

A simple friendly banter with childish conditions, but we all know there's more to that, right? One thing is certain though. If he's blue's clues to you, then he is just for you.

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skazoo · 1 year

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closure.

↳ lee taeyong x f!reader

right people, right time, wrong place.

length. 2.7k

genre. childhood friends!au, angsty :((

warnings/tags. language, mentions of death and a funeral

networks. @kflixnet

notes. AKJFDKSA so excited to post this for @kflixnet 's exchange event!!! got to write for @lebrookestore !!! we never interacted before and i wanted it to be a surprise but!!! i got a nice look at your profile and 🤚🏼 lemme tell you 🤚🏼 i've been dancing around nct since their debut days and i swear reading random snippets from your masterlist made me want to get serious™ with it.... we'll see how things develop.... ALSO kinda stalked your carrd and how could i not write ANGST ??? for TAEYONG??? i can't say i 100% know him but i really love that man (AND i love angst too so..... masochist besties ig) i had fun writing it and i really hope you like it <3 also was listening to cinnamon girl by lana del rey while writing, idk if that makes sense.

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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hating funerals is completely normal, you think.

it’s normal to hate the thick blanket of sadness that covers the streets of your small countryside town.

it’s normal to hate the vain small talk with people you don’t particularly know or like that’s requested of those who attend the visitation of the casket.

it’s normal to hate everyone dressed in black head to toe; the old ladies with those dramatic hats, and the little kids running around giggling in those stuffy elegant dresses their parents forced them to wear.

and it’s all completely normal how much you hate yourself for not-so-unconsciously hoping that this grievous event could bring him back to you after so long.

when you were younger, around seven, the older kids you played with —with serious expressions and a hint of what could only have been childish jealousy— had branded the two of you as the best friends. Y/N and taeyong. inseparable from dusk till dawn, never bored of each other, and able to communicate through swift looks only.

back then, you had accepted the title with a certain solemnity, swearing on anything a seven-year-old can hold dear, that neither of you would ever be left playing games alone.

somehow you still remember the light of a setting summer sun filtering through the nicely draped windows of his grandma’s house, bathing the living room in a soft golden hue. the background noise of a disney movie playing on the old tv while you lay with your stomachs on the thick carpet, coloring outside the lines of a coloring book he got for his birthday.

you remember the fateful question whistling through the gaps the baby teeth currently hiding under his pillow left; an excited glint in his big eyes.

'best friends forever?'

'forever.'

'pinky swear?’

‘pinky swear.’

left to your own devices by busy parents for the most part of most summers of your childhood, staying true to the sacred pact never came difficult.

the absence of family didn't seem to matter; as long as you had each other, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. oh, the journeys you went on in those carefree years. you were pirates, witches, and kings, fighting against sea monsters, dragons, and the boredom always looming around the crevices of your hyperactive minds.

when your bond remained unchanged even through the challenging times of middle school and when you still enjoyed each other’s company in the social minefield that was high school, you truly —naively, perhaps— started to believe that the two of you were indeed special. a bond forged in trust and unconditional love that someone from above was protecting from the harsh truths of the real world. truths that would one day bite you in the ass and truths that came to you in the form of an avalanche of bittersweet betrayal.

pinky swearing was a powerful practice, seemingly unbreakable but not strong enough for him to keep his promise once you both graduated.

you had to keep your tears from falling, a strained smile here and a shaky nod there, as you listened to his muffled voice breaking through your despair.

he was going to study abroad! on a scholarship nonetheless!

you had really wanted to be happy for him, but the guilt that had tried to hide behind his eyes told you that he’d known he was breaking you along with the old promise. you could not– would not be happy for him the way he wanted you to be. he’d have to leave knowing he'd left you to play alone when he’d promised he’d never do such a cruel thing.

you’d waved him goodbye as his body disappeared behind the automatic doors of the airport. you’d waved him goodbye even after that as you got into your car and drove back home. you’d waved him goodbye as you curled in a ball and cried in your bed that day. you’d waved him goodbye for years after that.

in retrospect, you don’t really know what you had expected the day he left. for him to abandon his dreams to stay with you and eventually rot in the small limbo of a town that birthed and raised you on the concept of alienation from the outer world? for him to choose you over himself? maybe for him to realize he loved you just as you not-so-discreetly did him; in glances too slow to be stolen and in smiles too fond to belong to friendship, even a ‘forever’ one.

hating this particular funeral is normal, not only because it’s your lovely elementary school teacher and neighbor who's lying in the casket, but also because it’s making sad, and arguably mortifying memories resurface from under the personal growth you’ve spent years working on.

you’re not that sad and wallowing in self-pity anymore, though. you’re an accomplished person. maybe not as much as him, but that’s relative. your job in the only bookstore in town makes you happy, you’ve traveled a bit, you’ve seen things, met people, lived a life.

and still, you wonder how many what-ifs would have made you happier, made you live more. if he'd stayed, would you still be together? or would you just be strangers with a shared childhood? blurry and long gone.

the small crowd of old ladies animatedly chatting while their husbands trail behind like bored shadows, settles on the audience of white plastic chairs in front of you, and the solemn silence that engulfs the living room makes you come back from the trip down memory lane that had you staring into the void for a good twenty minutes. the cinnamon tea your teacher’s daughter offered you stopped being hot and drinkable a while ago, and you resignedly sigh, excusing yourself from someone’s grandma trying to play matchmaker for her nephew —who without a doubt is one of your old classmates— and walking to the small kitchen, away from the sadness and the memories.

dirty plates and empty cups sit in the sink staring at you, and you can’t help the urge to start cleaning them as if the help could alleviate at least a fraction of the pain the family is going through. as if it could take your mind off things.

“they told me i could find something to drink here.” a voice that you’re sure doesn’t belong to any old lady, speaks from the door of the cramped kitchen.

hands in the soapy water, you don’t turn around, limiting yourself to adopt your practiced customer service pitch and answer over your shoulder. “yeah, help yourself. the tea bags are in the jar near the boiler.”

you hear some shuffling behind you as the voice speaks again. “are you a relative?”

a short chuckle escapes your lips. you might as well be one. mrs. kim not only saw you grow up into the person you are now, but she also acted as your stone, the ear listening to your worries and doubts, your voice of reason in the world of adulthood. she was there for you when he left and you were a total mess, too. so yes, maybe she considered you one, but it doesn’t feel fair to her real daughter to go around telling people you shared blood.

“nope. just a… friend…? more or less…”

“then why are you doing the dishes?”

you’re grateful you’re turned away from the voice because the blush of embarrassment that creeps over your cheeks is definitely not a sight to behold. you shrug hoping it doesn’t look as awkward as it feels. “i- i don’t know… i guess helping makes me feel less… powerless in these situations. i know it sounds weird but i swear i’m not some creep who likes to pop up at funerals to do the dead’s dishes.”

“pinky promise?”

it’s not that you don’t remember what his voice sounds like. you could never forget him that much. but as daily calls started to turn into weekly calls and then monthly and then every major festivity calls, his voice had started to dance around in your memories, perpetually morphing, presenting a different him every time he came up in your mind. a seven years old child making a promise; a twelve years old boy ordering fried chicken on the phone; a seventeen years old wannabe-man screeching into a karaoke microphone.

the deep voice that asks you the weird question is one you’ve never really heard clearly or in person, only imagined in moments of weakness and dreams.

as you whirl around with wide eyes and mouth agape, water and soap splash everywhere.

“you?”

the boy —the man, you correct yourself bitterly— smiles at you so brightly you might cry. “me.”

“how– when–?”

“i landed this morning in the city… jumped on a plane as soon as mom told me.” he scratches his neck, his head tilted slightly downward. “i’m sorry for your loss.”

your shock turns into confusion as you frown slightly at him. “it’s your loss too.”

“yeah, yeah i guess it is. i just- i mean you’ve always loved her so much and you’ve been around her for all these years…”

you know he doesn’t mean it as an attack on your personal choices, on your life, but the arrow inadvertently aimed at your heart strikes anyway.

you’ll be grieving for longer than me. because you’ve barely left this town, because you still live two houses down from your elementary school teacher, and i’ve moved on from this place.

he clears his throat in a way that tells you he knows what you’re thinking. he’s always had that special power to read your mind like it’s his own. “how have you been?”

it’s been five years and this is the first time i see the man you’ve become. if you ask, the right word is miserable. that’s how i’ve been.

you chuckle somberly. “shouldn’t i be the one to ask you this? mr. big shot? your mother was this close,” you pinch the air, your thumb and pointer finger basically touching, “from hanging flyers with your face on it around town!”

he laughs and you almost close your eyes to bask in the sound that you missed oh so much. the itch under your skin you felt when he first left —one that you were sure you had long gotten over of, one you did your best to forget and to bury deep down your mind— comes back hitting you full force. the itch wants you to forget the hurt and hug him close for he is the only one in the whole universe who’s able to do something about it. to scratch it and make it go away. forever.

you hope he doesn’t remember what pain looks like on your face because you’re not sure you have full control over your expressions when it comes to him. when it comes to the infinite distance that separates you even now when you’re standing in the same room.

“no, but really. i heard you got an important job. as soon as you graduated, too.”

he nods bashfully. hands buried inside the long coat he wears. he truly looks like a man of the city; a male lead in a romantic drama you’re just a background character of.

“i have yeah. they- i guess they liked my work ethic in college and decided to give me a chance to prove myself.”

you speak before you can think of the consequences. “you didn’t tell me though.”

silence falls over the kitchen and you swear you can hear the droplets of water falling from the dishes drying on the plate rack.

his smile is gone, replaced by a grave frown. one that looks practiced for this exact situation. one that, if you have to be honest, you didn’t want to know existed.

“i don’t regret leaving this place, Y/N.”

you flinch at the inevitable turn the conversation takes. again, he always knows what you want to say even if you try to hide it behind ambiguous questions.

you turn back to your dishes with a harsh turn. would you be able to escape the kitchen from the small window over the sink if you tried?

“save it. i don’t want to hear how easy it was for you to leave everything behind.”

you hear him sigh from behind you. “i didn’t say that. stop putting words in my mouth because you’re angry.”

your head snaps in his direction and the grip you have on the counter is so strong your knuckles turn white. “i’m not angry and you stop telling me how to feel and stop treating me like a child and–”

“will you please listen to me?” he shakes his head and steps closer to you, eyes looking back to the living room once to check that your altercation is not disturbing the mourning.

you huff through your nose in frustration before throwing a small wave and a strained smile at the old lady that pops her head in the kitchen looking for the bathroom. “you’re doing it again! stop being so condescending!” you hiss through your teeth.

“if only you’d let me speak!” he whispers-shout back even if the woman is gone.

“what!?” you feel your eyes starting to dampen. the fear of what’s coming next is too strong to ignore.

“i don’t regret leaving this place–

you close your eyes to try to keep the tears from falling. everything you thought you left in the past is coming back to you in waves: the helplessness you felt looking into his excited eyes that told you the news of his bright future, the anger directed at yourself for being so dumb and naive to think you’d always be together, the fear of being left alone clutching at your heart and making bile rise in your throat. it’s that day all over again. a personal inferno.

“please,” your voice breaks in a pitiful sob, “please, stop saying that.”

he ignores you, focused on choosing the right words. “i was so happy when i got the scholarship, and god, i was so excited that i’d already packed my things a week before my flight…”

you turn to the sink again, an arm hugging your body and a hand pressed firmly over your mouth to prevent the whimpers from coming out.

you hear him taking another step closer to you. you feel the heat of his body reaching for your shivering heart; the hem of his coat brushes against your tights-clad calves.

“receiving that opportunity was my dream. it always has been.” his arms come latching around you, effectively gluing your back to his front and you can’t find it within yourself to move him away. “and yet… Y/N, i hesitated. i stalled so much that the university almost withdrew the offer and i had to call them in the middle of the night to assure them that i hadn't changed my mind.” he feels you freeze against him and he knows you understand what he’s trying to say.

“for months i dreamed about you, Y/N. i spoke, acted as if you were still with me. as if i was still here…”

you feel him tremble slightly and his next words are hushed into your hair. a secret between you and him.

“you are my biggest regret and you always will be.”

you thought you had forgiven him a long time ago. you thought your pain was one of a child that didn’t understand, that still thought pinky promises were binding and unbreakable.

“please understand that i needed to leave with or without you.”

he holds you impossibly close and you bury your face into the sleeve of his coat. in his smell, in his heat.

“please know that i never meant to ruin things.”

turns out even children need explanations when things are ripped away from them.

“to ruin us.”

turns out even you need closure.

you cry together in your dead teacher’s kitchen and you take him to the airport two days later. he hugs you tight and promises to call you more often. you don’t know if he will but now it feels different. it is different.

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