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caesium-55 · 5 months

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—everything is orange. [ iv ]

pairing: lando norris x kpop idol! reader

summary: a racecar driver who needed a fake girlfriend to dispel rumors and a kpop idol who needed publicity for her song. somewhere in between orange cars and orange sunsets, stands something they're afraid of naming.

note: omg im so sorry for not being online lately. i got a writing part time job now so... i may not be as active as before. hope yall are having a great day! not edited. not beta read.

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Everything inside your studio is gray. The walls, the couch, the floor, the instruments. It's the kind of room that will make a sad beige mom over the moon.

But when you open the door and the sight of one Lando Norris greets you, looking devilishly handsome in his dark blue button up shirt and black pants and Nike sneakers with his curls concealed underneath his dark blue bucket hat, the studio suddenly doesn't feel as gray as it usually is.

“Lando?” Your brows rise towards your hairline. Truthfully, he’s one of the last people you expected to see inside HAN Ent’s building, much less outside your studio.

“Hi,” he smiles charmingly at the shock in your voice, showing all teeth and smile lines. “Do you mind if I come in?”

You stammer, still not over your shock, “S-Sure.”

You step aside to grant him space and allow him to enter your magic shop. Lando’s eyes curiously roam around the studio and you close the door behind him, nudging the houseplant further to the wall using your foot to avoid getting tripped on it in the future.

“Take a seat. Please,” you invite, gesturing towards the couch. Lando takes the invitation and sits down. He looks too big on the couch, you note. He has long legs and an athletic build. Perhaps, it’s time to buy a bigger one.

“Nice place,” he compliments.

You want to snort out loud but refrain yourself from doing so.

Lando is saying things out of politeness.

Your studio is shit.

You know that.

It used to be a stock room that was converted into a studio when Yoon PD-nim offered you that deal, that's why the room is graciously small. They soundproofed the walls, painted everything gray, shoved in a few pieces of recording equipment and called it a day.

It's still quite nice of Lando to compliment the place though. You might hate this place but this is your wizard’s tower, your witch’s hut, your magic shop, and you feel pride swell in your chest when someone thinks your little corner is cool, even if you think he’s lying.

“Thanks,” you say sincerely. “How did you know I was…”

“I asked Jinnie,” he says simply.

“Ah,” your tone falls flat.

A moment's pause.

“So this is where you’ve been working?”

You nod. Suddenly, you feel conscious.

Your studio isn't really in the best state right now. When you work in a creative fever, you tend to make a mess. Being messy enhances your creativity. The sprawled papers with lyrics, the empty styro cups of coffee lying around, numerous pens and pencils (you don't even know why you feel the need to bring a lot of them) and rubber erasers, and your snacks. There's a mountain of crumpled paper in your trash can.

“Sorry, the place isn't really….” you trail off, making vague gestures with your hand. “I didn't know you were coming.”

“It's okay,” he chuckles. “I called, you know. And texted. You didn’t return any of it.”

“Oh, my phone’s charging,” you say, beginning to feel bad that you accidentally ignored him. “And my notifs are silent.”

“That explains it.”

“Shouldn't you be resting?” you asked. “You have a flight tomorrow.”

It's currently the 19th. Lando is set to leave for Japan on the 20th. His team wants him in Suzuka by September 20 and not later than that. They already had a field day when Lando announced that he's flying with you. At first, he wanted it to be just you and him. His team wouldn't let him because he can be a PR nightmare if given enough freedom so they let his manager, Kyla, tag along.

You’ve mistaken Kyla as a member of the PR team. Turns out she’s his manager.

“Is it a sin to want to spend a few hours with my girlfriend before I go?” he flutters his eyes innocently. You snorted.

“Fake but okay.”

“I’m being sincere here, girlfriend,” he pushes his lips into a pout. “Did you eat already?”

“No,” you answer.

“Should we grab something together?”

“Should we?” you humor his suggestion. It's been a few hours since you’ve eaten. You’ve skipped both breakfast and lunch.

“I think I can call a restaurant and make a reservation.”

“It's near midnight,” you point out, glancing down at the Rolex decorating his wrist. Isn't he aware of how late it is?

“So?”

“Restaurants are closed by now,” you state.

Lando shrugs.

“I can make the effort of finding those seafood pasta you like.”

Your brows furrow.

“What do you mean like? I never said I like those.”

“But I thought…” Lando blinks. “I’ve read it somewhere…”

“Huh?”

“You're from Jeju, right? You grew up eating seafood so you like seafood and you once said you have a palate for Italian food. I tried…liking the pasta with seafood. I hated it but I ate it anyway.”

Your jaw hangs open at the revelation.

This is single-handedly the sweetest thing someone has ever done to you.

You don't know whether to be touched about the sincerity or to cry because of his idiocy. You can definitely do both but you refuse to do both. You have an image to maintain.

“Didn't I tell you that the company manipulated my public information?” you ask incredulously. “Yes, I was from Jeju but I didn’t eat seafood much. I have a mild allergy—”

“In seafood?” you see his eyes widen into saucers. Oops, you shouldn't have said that. “Wait, you had an allergy attack, didn't you? On those lunch dates we had? Why didn't you tell me so early on?”

“I thought you liked it!” your voice raises slightly, panicked. You're caught. He isn't supposed to know about this.

“I didn't?! I loathe seafood but I ate a few bites because I thought you liked it!”

You blink at him. That is the sweetest while simultaneously the most stupid thing someone has ever done for you. You drag a hand across your face, a groan escaping your mouth and yet you’re smiling. You shake your head at him.

Points for Lando Norris for making you capable of feeling frustrated and another feeling you cannot name.

“We’re idiots.”

There is a stretch of silence before Lando speaks up.

“What do you want to eat? And please tell me the real one.”

You began listing the first three things that appeared inside your brain, “I like…. ramyeon, natto, and tteokbokki.”

You have a palate for convenience store food. Food that you can find in busy night markets. Food that is sold by street vendors. The kind of food that tastes like absolute shit if cold but tastes like home if microwaved into the right amount of temperature. If you venture in your imagination hard enough, you can taste your mother’s cooking after a few bites. But you don't tell Lando that.

“We can eat that.”

You raise a brow.

“The ramen, the chicken, and the tteokdokdok.”

“Tteokbokki,” you correct him gently.

“Tteoktokki,” he repeats.

“Tteok.”

“Bokki.”

“Tteokbokki.”

“Tteokdokki.”

You shake your head, “Tteok-Bo-Kki.”

“Tteok-Bo-Kki.”

You snap your fingers, nodding in approval, “Better.”

“I literally said the same thing.”

“You didn't.”

“Where will we eat this tteokbokki?” He says the tteokbokki slowly, careful with his pronunciation.

“There are night markets nearby,” you tell him. “It’s crowded though. I know a good convenience store that’s a good drive away. It’s usually empty. Do you go to convenience stores?”

You suddenly feel stupid for asking.

Do multi-millionaires like Lando Norris go to convenience stores? It’ll make much more sense if he books restaurants or employs a private chef to cook for him at home. Do they even have a palate for instant food? What do rich people snack on? You don't know. You're not rich. Even after becoming famous, you’re still not rich enough to live the life of luxury.

This just highlights the difference of the worlds you and Lando live in.

“I do. Just not frequently,” he shrugs. “We can go to the convenience store if you want. I don't mind.”

“No, it’s fine. We can eat anywhere you want. Jinnie might have a few hotel restaurants in mind.”

“But do you want to eat in hotel restaurants?”

His question makes you pause and Lando immediately takes your hesitation as a no.

“We can eat anything you want to eat. This is your place anyway. Show me around.”

You bite your lower lip as you contemplate. Should you or should you not? That is the question.

When your eyes drag themselves back to Lando’s face, you see that he’s already looking at you intently as he awaits your answer patiently. You want to shrink back at the intensity of his gaze.

“Well then, do you want to go on a convenience store date with me, boyfriend?”

Despite the hesitation he’s displayed earlier, Lando grins at your offer.

You take Lando to your favorite place in all of South Korea. Google Maps says it's a three hour drive away. You arrive there in two hours and a half.

Maybe it's a sign to change careers.

You used your Jeep Wrangler. Lando offered to drive but you shook your head and hopped on the driver’s seat, him taking the passenger seat.

You won't allow anyone to drive your car. It's a rule of yours.

The last time you allowed someone to drive your car, your Hyundai jumped over a sewage canal. Lando might be a professional race car driver and that alone spoke multitudes of his driving skills, but you're so traumatized with the incident with your Hyundai that you physically can't allow anyone, professional driver or not, to handle the steering wheel of any other cars you own.

Cars are expensive. You can't buy another car. You’ll bawl when you see the money departing your bank account.

You palm the steering-wheel with your right hand. Your left hand lays flat on the back of the passenger seat, behind Lando’s head. Your upper body is rotated towards the back, full focus activated as you reverse the car in expert ease. Lando is observing you, you can tell. You can feel his eyes burning holes in your side profile.

“You okay?” You ask Lando. The man has gone uncharacteristically silent when you’ve started reversing the car. You hear Lando let out a breath. Almost shakily. You cannot tell for sure.

“Yeah,” his voice breaks like a boy undergoing puberty and you have to thin your lips into a line to prevent yourself from laughing. “Nice parking skills.”

“Thanks,” you say nonchalantly. “You sure you're okay though?”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he rubs his throat. “I think the seatbelt’s a little too tight.”

Once the car’s perfectly parked, you kill the engine and exit the car. Lando follows suit.

“I don't know why you have to drive for almost three hours just to visit this place,” Lando gestures to the surroundings. “There's nothing here.”

“Exactly,” you say. “Come on, boyfriend.”

You pat his shoulder and lead the way. A bell chimes loudly as you push the door open. You step inside, the British racer only a few steps behind you. You tug down your mask.

“What's this place?” Lando questions.

“24-hour convenience store,” you answer. “But no staff.”

“No staff?” he asks. “So self service?”

“Ah yes, that’s the word. Self service,” You say. “Quite nice, right? We have complete privacy and good food. Two best things in the world.”

“Careful. Your introvert is showing.”

You snort, “First time coming to a place like this?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “No staff? Does nobody attempt to steal things?”

You shrug, “Probably not. Ramen is not worth going to jail for.”

“This shop will make a million dollar loss in an hour if it's in another country,” Lando says, his nose wrinkling. “Like in the UK or US or something.”

You beckon Lando to follow you through the aisles, “This way.”

“You even memorize the places of things,” he comments. “You come here often?”

You hum a yes. You stop in front of the freezer and open it, pulling out two plastic cups.

Lando’s forehead creases, “Just ice?”

“This is an ice cup,” you explain.

“Are we going to wait for the ice to melt before drinking it or….”

You stare at him incredulously before promptly bursting out in laughter.

“What's funny?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“Nothing, sorry,” you clear your throat. You don't know why you find that funny. Your humor is broken. “They sell pouches of juice or coffee and you pour it into the cup.”

Lando’s head tilts. He looks like a confused baby owl.

“Here, I’ll show you,” you walk up to a nearby shelf and grab a Kuromi pouch. It's peach-flavored. “This. You pour it here.”

You gesture to the ice cup. Lando’s mouth forms a circle in realization.

“Cool.”

“There are a lot of flavors,” you add, gesturing to the shelf. “Peach, apple, mango, strawberry, orange…”

You read out the flavors for Lando because you know he can't read Hangul. Lando wordlessly picks a grapefruit-flavored pouch. You nod.

“Good choice. Oh wait, we forgot to get a basket. Can you?”

Lando nods and leaves. When he comes back, now with a yellow basket, the two of you continue to browse down the entire store. You explain each of the food. He said no to most of them. Lando is a picky eater, you learn.

The two of you fill the basket near to the brim. You pay for each item, even though Lando insisted that he do it, and you occupy the table that faces that floor-to-ceiling glass window, overlooking the darkness of the night outside.

“Here,” you hand him a plastic fork. Lando accepts it, his brows furrowed. “You were struggling with the chopsticks.”

A shy smile makes its way to his face, “Sorry.”

You wave your hand as if to say it's no problem and plop down on the chair beside him. Lando digs in with his Buldak Samyang carbonara while you stir your Yoppoki Tteokbokki with yours before taking your first bite. You immediately let out a moan of pleasure.

“Is it delicious?” he asked.

“Very.”

You eat until your cheeks fill, chewing slowly.

“Oh wait, you should post something.”

“Now?”

“You took pictures of me earlier, right?” you know he did. He tried to be slick about it but you’d know if someone is taking a picture of you. “Put it on your story.”

“And delete it?”

“No. The world already knows we're dating anyway. Well, fake dating.”

Lando pulls out his phone and shows you the pictures in his gallery. There are aare a total of four pictures. Three are blurry. The other one is blocked by his finger.

“That one is good.”

“What do you mean good? It's blurry.”

“Blurry is an aesthetic.”

Lando shakes his head but opens his Instagram and begins to edit the photo you’ve chosen, “Help me with the caption?”

“I’m not good with them.”

“Me neither.”

“Your first caption was pretty good.”

“You think so?” he sounds hopeful.

You shrug your shoulders.

“Just say something like ‘her’ then put a period.”

That's the limit of your creative powers for the day.

Lando nods and begins typing. He’s typing quite long for a word with three letters and a single punctuation mark. He shows you the caption.

Your brows furrow.

He laughs, “I’m funny.”

“You’re really not,” you shake your head. “Put it in your drafts.”

“So I’m not posting it now?”

“You post it after we leave the place,” you say. “So we’ll be gone by the time the fans see it and decide they’ll come here.”

“That's very smart.”

“That's not being smart. That’s just common sense,” you state flatly.

“You know, I always thought you'd be a cold person.”

You raise a brow, not entirely sure if you're understanding him correctly. Cold is an adjective. It's used to describe temperature. You're uncertain if it can be applied to use as an adjective to describe a person.

Lando must have sensed your confusion that he adds, “Ice queen.”

Oh.

Yeah.

Okay. You understand it now.

“You used to look so cold and cool,” Lando says. “Ice queen. But also an IDGAF attitude. Very intimidating.”

You have no idea what IDGAF means but you nod your head and act like you understand him anyway. You make a mental note to search it up on the internet later.

“But you’re not.”

“I’m not,” you echo.

“You’re actually pretty sweet,” he adds.

“I’m trying to be kind.”

“You don't have to try. You already are.”

“The companies make us act sometimes.”

“What?”

“Like, before debut,” you begin. “There are companies that assign certain images to their idols. They give them parts to play like directors do to actors in movies. Like, oh, you look like this kind of person so you have to act like this kind of person. They take a look at your visuals and decide what role you’ll have. They took one look at my face and told me that I have to be a strict and serious person who is scary and cold and unbothered. I didn't want to do it because I tend to smile really easily before and I just wanted to have a lot of friends, you know?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“When you’re intimidating, you tend to not have a lot of them. Despite that, I followed the role. Many praised me for it and others just….well, they didn't like it. The company was happy, though. They told me I was good at acting. But it's just…sad that the person I am on the screen is not real.”

“Yeah, that's honestly sad. I can't imagine doing that for my team. I’ll suck at it. Imagine me cold and serious,” Lando makes a serious face but he ends up doing a The Rock Smoulder. You have to stop yourself from laughing out loud by thinning your lips and twisting it.

“You're doing it, though. For the team. This whole fake dating thing,” you gesture to yourselves.

Lando mutters something under his breath while stroking his chin. You don't catch it.

“Hm?”

“Nothing. I think your eyes are pretty.”

He's changing the subject. He does it so swiftly, too.

“I know, I thank my mother every day for it,” you joke and Lando chuckles softly. “But don't be jealous, you have pretty eyes yourself.”

He turns into a lovely shade of pink. You can see it. You don't speak of it.

“It changes colors sometimes,” you continue, pointing at your eyes. “Like, it’s kind of gray in the dark. But if the sun shines on it, it has three colors.”

“You stare at my eyes a lot, do you?”

“Well, if a certain thing is pretty, you can't help but stare, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess that's why I stare at you a lot, too.”

You laugh, the sound airy, shaking your head. What a flirt. The cute kind.

“I’m quite the head turner, aren't I?”

“You are,” he agrees seriously.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He smirks, confident.

“Careful, you might fall for me, fake girlfriend,” he says cheekily. You have the desire to shatter his ego so you did.

“You're handsome but you're not my type.”

His smirk falters. You give a chortle.

“What's your type then?” he asks, leaning slightly forward. His eyes reflect anticipation.

You fall into a momentary thoughtful silence, “For starters, attractive men who can drive very fast cars. With a racing license this time. Not like me.”

Lando smiles at your light attempt at a joke. Good to know that he finds the dark humor surrounding your career-ending scandal funny.

“I am an attractive man,” he gestures to his face. “With a priceless face and I drive a very fast car. Formula one or sports cars. Oh and would you look at that? I have a racing license and a regular driving license.”

“You are an attractive man,” you agree. “But again, not my type.”

Lando dramatically puts his hand against his chest, right above where his heart lies and acts like you just shot him dead on the spot.

“Hmm, what else? Ah, plays golf,” you list another trait of your ideal man.

“I play golf,” he crosses his arms, leans back against the back of his seat, and lifts his hips a little as he adjusts his sitting position on the chair, manspreading a little. This is one of the subtle things men do that women cannot help but find attractive. You’re also a woman. Of course, you find that attractive.

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance. Lando laughs at you.

“A few years older than me.”

When Lando opens his mouth, you cut him off, holding up a finger, “I’m older than you.”

By months only but still.

“In the standards of your fake birthday, I am older than you.”

You huff, shaking your head. He is right, to some degree. The world thinks he is older than you because HAN Entertainment decided to lie about your birthday.

“Looks good in red.”

“You know, orange is a mixture of red and yellow. Technically, it's still red. So I look good in red. One plus one equals two. I am connecting shit.”

He raises two index fingers in the air and connects them together to put further emphasis on the words he imparted in a sage-like manner.

“You're not connecting anything.”

“Hell yeah, I am. I am so smart, I should just be McLaren’s chief strategist. Maybe then I can finally get my first win.”

You cannot help but raise an amused brow.

“Fine, if you're so smart Mr. Strategist, what's plan A to your victory?”

His answer comes immediately, no hesitation and he utters it with so much confidence in his chest: “Sneak into Red Bull and steal their car.”

You abruptly burst out laughing, the sound filling up the entire convenience store. You cannot hold it in anymore. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself down.

You don't laugh pretty. You're very much aware of that. You sound like a dolphin when you do. But Lando is so funny that you forget to feel conscious of the weird sound that leaves your mouth for a whole five seconds before you remember to compose yourself and stop.

“You don't have to cover your mouth when you laugh, you know?” he says. “Or try to stop yourself from laughing. Just laugh if you want.”

You give him a look. Why is he turning serious all of a sudden?

“Wait, red?” Lando does a double take once you’ve composed yourself. “Don’t tell me your ideal type is….”

His forehead creases. You nod.

He says, “Carlos?!” the same time you say, “It’s Kim Mingyu.” How did he even come to that conclusion?

Oh wait. Red. Older than you. Drives fast cars. Racing license. Makes sense.

You blink at each other.

“Who the hell is Kim Mingyu?”

“You don't know Kim Mingyu?” you pull out your phone, open Google Photos, and search for the folder named: 민규❤️❤️❤️. The folder contains 7659 photos of Kim Mingyu.

“Fake boyfriend, let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Kim Mingyu,” you show your favorite Mingyu photo.

The one where he’s wearing a black fitted shirt, his cheek against the back of his hand, and the veins in his arms bulging. He’s serving major boyfriend vibes.

Lando rolls his eyes.

“He doesn’t look that good.”

“No, Lando, you are not seeing it,” you hold the phone closer to his face.

“I am seeing it and I am saying he’s not good looking.”

“Lies.”

“I'm not lying.”

“It's Kim Mingyu.”

“And?”

You pull a face, retracting your phone. “Come on, he’s quite good looking. And tall. Very tall.”

You once have to stand beside him in an ending ceremony in Inkigayo. You barely even come up to his chest.

“I’m tall.”

“You’re shorter than him.”

“You're killing me here.”

You chuckle. You pat his shoulder in faux sympathy.

“There, there. That's okay. You're my boyfriend anyway. Don't be jealous.”

“Damn right, I am.”

You snort.

“But you have to stan Seventeen though. After your race in Suzuka, we’ll try to binge GoSe.”

When you’re too full to finish the rest of your tteokbokki, you drag Lando outside the convenience store.

“Sand?” he questions.

“Sand,” you state.

“There's sand in my shoes,” Lando complains.

“Take it off and like,” you make the motion of flipping your shoes upside down to remove the sand inside. He does as you’ve told him but he seems to be not fully satisfied with it. There is still sand inside his shoe.

“This won't do,” he says. “I should have brought flip flops.”

“Let's go barefoot,” you kick off your shoes and neatly place them on the foot of a nearby coconut tree. You motion for Lando to do the same, but you’re met with hesitance.

“What if someone steals them?”

It's a valid concern to have, you suppose. You look around you. Darkness is all that can be perceived.

“Who’d steal them? Cheonyeogwisin?”

“I don't even know what that is.”

“Just leave the shoes here, Lando.”

The sand feels good underneath your feet. A bit ticklish. A little too familiar. You turn on the flashlight of your phone and jog up to the shore.

“Wait for me!” you hear Lando scream from behind you.

“Palli!” you yell back, voice almost drowning in the wind.

“I am palli-ing!”

You roll your pants up to your knees and soak your feet in the cold waves, shivering. You turn around just as Lando body slams you and the two of you fall into the ice-cold waves. Your jaw comes slack, eyes wide. The two of you are now drenched from head to toe.

Lando bashfully smiles, “Sorry.”

“Lando!” you splash him in his face.

Lively shrieks fill the silent night sky. The stars twinkle with mirth at the two of you, the line between fake and real blurring.

Lando flies out just four hours after you arrive in Seoul proper. You feel bad for bringing him somewhere far and not giving him enough hours to rest. Then, he tells you: "It's one of the best nights I've ever had."

He sounds so sincere that you have to stop yourself from blushing red.

In the schedule Jinnie gave you, you are only required to make an appearance in the race proper on the 24th. You have the 20th, 21st, and 22nd to work on your single before having to fly out on the 23rd. Regardless, you fly to Japan on the 21st with Jinnie in tow, two days earlier than your original schedule.

Jinnie doesn't question nor protest against your obvious disobedience on the appointed schedule. You're glad she didn't.

"Lando?" you question after seeing the man standing behind your hotel door. It's nearly twelve and you've just checked in the hotel with Jinnie. "What are you..."

"Just checking in," he smiles. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"Don't you have a race tomorrow?" Despite your question, you sidestep to let him inside your hotel room. "You should be resting."

"That's okay. I'm well rested. Are you going to watch the FP1 tomorrow?"

You shake your head, "I'm going to work on my song."

"Oh," his face falls. "Why'd you fly in early then?"

You shrug.

Honestly, you don't know either.

It's an act based purely on impulse. Not your finest moments.

"Maybe I can watch?" you say. "I'm not really sure."

You don't want to get mobbed again.

ORACLE has a rather large fanbase in Japan. You know there will be curious fans who'll await your appearance in the race. And while you're glad that your PR relationship with Lando is receiving the right type of attention from the public, you still hate having this much attention on you.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Lando says.

"I'll go," you decide with finality. "I mean this is why we're doing this in the first place, right? Make people believe that we're real."

Lando's lips form a line.

"I suppose."

"Then, I'll be there."

The song making can wait.

Once again, Jinnie takes charge in deciding your clothing. You’ve long since given up on protesting or even suggesting your ideas. You have to get used to it again. Wearing whatever is given to you like a doll. After all, you are to return to the stage of KPop again.

Today’s WAG OOTD is a Miu Miu black dress, a black leather jacket, and Gianvito Rossi strappy sandals. Nothing too impressive. It's just the free practice sessions after all.

Jinnie hands you the McLaren ball cap and you grimace.

“How's the song coming up?”

“I’ve been trying to combine my demos and see how it sounds,” you reply. “But I have a concept in mind and I jotted down a few phrases for the lyrics.”

“I got an email from Yoon PD-nim today. He’s strongly suggesting you use a racing concept for your single.”

Strongly suggesting.

Translation: commanding.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Fuck it.

He’s really going to use the scandal and hope it’ll make you rise from the ashes like a phoenix reborn. The problem is that you're far from a phoenix. You’re human. As disappointing that may be but that is the cold truth. You're uncertain how people will react if you use a racing concept. You cannot afford to risk this over something like this.

You have one chance. And if KNetz reacts badly on your song and your MV, you’re never going to have another chance to go back on stage, to go back home.

Yoon PD-nim is too thoughtless at times. You want to shake him.

Jinnie drives you to the paddock and drops you to the parking lot. You expect that you’ll have to find your way to the garage again alone. Your knees are trembling as you step out of the car.

To your surprise, a staff member of the McLaren team—you assume he works for the team because of the orange polo shirt—approaches you as you exit the car.

“[Name]?”

“Hi,” you offer a polite smile.

“I’m Rick, I’m one of Lando’s mechanics, pleasure to meet you,” he introduces.

“Pleasure is all mine, Sir,” you say, dipping your chin into a small bow.

“Come this way,” he beckons. You follow him.

“Did Lando ask you to pick me up?”

“Well, he insisted on picking you up but the race was about to start so we had to force him to stay put in the livery and he wouldn't stay put until we said we’ll pick you up. Said people might flock over you and you don't like it when it happens.”

Your heart warms.

“That's very thoughtful of him. And sweet.”

“That's Lando Norris for you,” he says. “He’s always treating all the people he’s working with kindly. He only has to be polite but he even exerts effort in helping and making our work easier.”

“That's true,” you agree. “I can attest to that, as his fake girlfriend. He only has to treat me well when there's a camera but he’s even going as far as offering friendship.”

The rest of the walk to McLaren was peaceful. Or at least as peaceful as you hope it can be.

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blue-and-grey-army · 2 years

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3. Espresso

Genre: BTS, Idol AU, poly au, BTS x reader, OT7, OT7 x reader, Idol BTS, Dom BTS, sub reader, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Warnings: BTS x reader, very subby reader, innocent reader, power play, eventual smut, sexual and non sexual domination, a lot of skinship (but like lots) excessive pet names, sexism, anxiety, insecurities, possessive behavior, maybe BTS x BTS etc…

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“I hope I got everything right…” you mumble to yourself as you walk through the halls of Hybe’s building.

That day, the boys noticed how hazy and soft you had gotten, so after gorging your hand all nicely patched up, decided to stop fuzzing over you…for now. So they started talking business. And you completely believed them when they told you they were in need of a new assistant. Of course they had Sejin and a handful of assistants, but they said they were in need of someone to take care of more personal requests. After meeting you in the café and seeing how well you worked, they thought you would be perfect for the job. They even told you how they had loved your coffee more than any of the other baristas from the little shop from the building!

Of course, you fell right through it.

You were a little skeptical at first, but as soon as they started praising your skills, you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing a little and accepting their deal with a soft smile. It was not your fault!! It was their voices…and the way they would give you camouflaged grounding words that just made your life easier and calmed your anxious brain. If they were so nice all the time, you thought, maybe this job wouldn’t be as bad as you imagined. And it seemed you weren’t getting fired anytime soon, or that’s what they told you when they heard a little of one of your nervous ramblings when they brought out a non-disclosure-agreement and the contract. When you saw the pay, you could only feel even surer about accepting the job.

And here you were. Your first official day.

First you had to go through the front desk to pick up the ID card and pass the boys had asked specially for you. You received a couple of weird looks from the woman on the reception, but you didn’t have time to think about it since your phone chimed on your pocket. They all had asked for your number, since it would be way easier and faster to communicate their requests. So now you had each of their contacts, as well as a couple group chats they had added you too and sent many funny memes and stickers that made you feel more at ease.

You too your phone out to see a message.

Hoseok-nim

Hey, pretty, would you be a peach and bring me an Espresso?

You typed a quick answer, starting to walk towards the small kitchen-type room only a few had access in Hybe. As their new personal assistant, of course you did.

You

Of course, Hoseok-nim. Where should I bring it to you?

Hoseok-nim

I’m in my studio! Hope world 🌞 on the seventeenth floor.

And don’t call me that, sweet thing!! You don’t have to be so formal with us!

Call me Hobi!

You wouldn’t want to be a bad girl and make your sunshine upset, would you, girlie? 🥺

You

Of course not, Hoseok-nim!!

No no! I’m sorry!

I mean, Hobi…

Please don’t get angry :(

Hoseok-nim

That’s much better, Y/nie

And please make one of those nasty drinks Yoongi hyung likes, he’s been on his studio since last night.

You

I’ll be there soon, sir!

I could get used to hearing her call me sir…but that thought stayed in Hoseok’s mind as he sighed.

You move swiftly, preparing the drinks you had been ordered, with a soft blush on your cheeks from Hoseok’s words. Calling him Hobi felt much better, and your absolutely loved it. Even though you weren’t sure if it was appropriate…he said it was alright, didn’t he? So there shouldn’t be a problem.

As soon as the drinks were ready, you put the lids on the plastic cups and started making your way towards the studio. You were still a bit nervous, not used to working with such important and handsome people. Not ever in a million years would you imagine yourself in such a position. The boys had made their biggest effort to make you feel comfortable, but you still needed a bit more time. You made it to the studio with a the vibrant letters “Hope World”

You used your free hand to knock on the door, and you felt a little stupid when you saw a doorbell in the panel for the password. With a sighed, you pressed the little button and the door flew open almost immediately, a smiling Hoseok welcoming you.

“Hello pretty girl, you are fast walker aren’t you?” you smiled shyly to the pet name, and you looked at him through your lashes.

“A bit…I-I've been told I walk quickly when I’m nervous” you admit rubbing your nape, making him coo.

“Aigoo, we can’t have that, can we? Come inside” you were about to protest, not wanting to interrupt his work, but he sent you such an intense look that made you shut your mouth and follow him inside the studio and watch as he sat on the desk to save a file he was working on. “I forgot to give you the password so you wouldn’t have to ring. Sorry about that.”

“No no! Don’t be sorry Hoseok-nim! I understand you wouldn’t want to give such an important information to just anyone! It’s already a lot for you let me come in here and…” You speak as you shake your free hand to articulate, starting another one of your nervous rambling but stopping abruptly.

Hoseok’s chair turned around slowly, very slowly. And he set his eyes on you.

You felt electricity go down your spine and something tighten inside your belly. He was looking at you with a stone gaze, the same one you had seen in a few dance practice videos were one of the meme bees made a mistake or he wasn’t happy with the choreography. One of his hands was holding tightly to the armrest of the chair, and the other was was splayed over his thigh. Dangerously close to his crotch. You removed your gaze immediately when you realized you were staring, but not fast enough for him not to notice. He smirked a bit, but his eyes didn’t soften, raising his chin before speaking.

“What did you just call me?” Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake, but he didn’t even let you even open your mouth before he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Here I was, thinking you were a good girl, seems like I was mistaken, hmm?”

You start to panic, your breathing hitching a bit too often as you look at him with big puppy eyes. You don’t want him to think you are bad! You weren’t bad, you just had a little slip, but it was enough too had your lip trembling. You wanted to be good for him, and for the others. You felt just like the first day you met them in their office, filled with this weird sensation of wanting to do what they say, follow their orders and hear their praises afterwards.

And it was so weird! You barely new them! But somehow, you felt comfortable enough to allow yourself this feelings of wanting to please. To receive their orders.

To give control up.

“No no! S-sir…H-Hobi! H-Hobi!” you can’t help but stutter as your rub your feet together nervously, looking at him with sad regretful eyes “I’m sorry, I-I really sorry. I won’t do it again…I-I’ll listen! I can be good! I promise! I’m sorry” You look at him pitifully, with your lips tucked in a trembling pout.

And he uses most of his self control not to kiss that pretty little pout on your lips and make you repeat his name as sweetly as you had just done for him.

But he didn’t. He got up and walked close to you, fixing a strand of your hair behind your ear and cupping you jaw, tightening his grip a tiny bit when you tried to lower your gaze. His hand was warm, and his slender fingers felt good against your skin.

Your mouth fell a little open, and he took advantage of that and shook your face a little bit, helping to ground you again. Your tense body relaxes and your cheeks blush softly, a tiny happy smile appears on your face as you feel warm taking over your whole body, specially your lower belly, but your smile disappears when you shiver softly as soon as you feel his fingers graze your earlobe, and he can’t help but notice the way your bones vibrate, holding back a whimper.

Oh, now he wants to hear it.

He grazes your earlobe again, using his thumb and index finger to slightly pinch it as the rest of his fingers caress your neck. Goosebumps appear all over your skin and a whimper comes out of your lips, loud and clear. He wishes he had the microphones from the studio recording so he could capture such a sound, as it comes out of you again when he repeats the motion.

“Hmm, you are sensitive, aren’t you?” you can’t do much more than nod tiredly, cuddling a little bit against his grip that remains on your jaw. You were feeling tingly all over your body. “It’s alright, pretty girl. How could I not forgive you when you apologized so prettily? Such a good girl for me…”

You smile, openly cuddling against his hand as he caressed your neck one last time, before letting you. Not without making sure you came back to earth, even though way more calmed. He took his drink from the plastic holder you brought and put it back in your hand with Yoongi’s order.

“Even though I would love to have you here, I need to get back to work, and I’m sure hyung could use the distraction, so why don’t you act the treat and take this to him before the ice melts?” he smirked as you nodded obediently, a happy blush decorating your cheeks.

“Yes, Hobi” you flashed a smile at him as you waved softly, and he gave a small encouraging tap on your lower back (a tiny bit lower than he should have, but no one had to notice that)

“Oh, and the password from here is 940218, so come back whenever you want, peach. And don’t say again you are ‘just anyone’, because I assure you, you are not”

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xoxiu · 1 year

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first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

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summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

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The first few weeks of your internship seemed to fly by. Your coworkers were extremely nice and helpful, and maybe a bit too friendly for your introverted nature. Work itself wasn’t too hard, just a lot of busy work and whatever the higher-ups didn’t want to do.

“Hey, y/n, we need you to do a coffee run.”

Anything and everything no one else wanted to do, in reality.

Grabbing your jacket and headphones, you exited the building with music blasting. Thankfully, a café was just a short 5 minutes away. You double-checked the order on your phone when you noticed a frappuccino and some cake pops. That stopped you right in your tracks- they wanted Starbucks, not just a random coffee shop.

Bring up your navigation app on your phone, you found that the nearest Starbucks was a 30-minute walk away. You didn’t like it, so you rummaged around in your pants pockets trying to find enough change the take a bus at least from Starbucks back to the office. Alas, you only had ₩1,100 for a ride back. Time to walk the rather long and cold walk to Starbucks.

Mentally you made a note to yourself to put more won on your T-Money card.

The coffee was needed in recording studio A. You quickly walked to the room, trying to balance a bag full of nine coffees. Because you didn’t know the passcode to the door, you managed to free up one hand to knock. One of the producers opened the door, saw the coffee, and ushered you inside. He took the bags from you and placed them on a small table.

“Finally! It felt like hours,” a man sitting at the sound mixer said, giving you a less-than-friendly look. You smiled out of awkwardness and gave out many apologies.

“It’s fine, the shop may have been busy,” Namjoon said, turning to look at you with a smile, “You did well.”

Blushing, you tried to excuse yourself, having done your job, until a hand reached out to stop you.

“No, no. You deserve a break. Producer-nim, cut the music. We want a coffee break.” Jungkook removed his hand from your arm.

“Alright, reconvene in twenty minutes.” The two producers grabbed their coffees and left the room.

“Sit down, I don’t think you’ve met everyone yet.” Namjoon pointed to one of the now empty rolling chairs, and you timidly went to take a seat. You tried your best to shrink in on yourself, intimidated by the presence of literal legends.

It was Hoseok that began distributing the coffee and treats amongst the other members. He looked up at you confused, and you began to panic, wondering what you got wrong with the order.

“I’m sorry-”

“Why didn’t you get yourself anything?” Hoseok asked. You looked at him with a blank stare, your mouth slightly opened. That was not what you expected him to comment on.

“Well, I-”

“Let’s go get you something to drink. Do you like Starbucks?” Taehyung said, standing up to leave. “Oh, no. You look scared.”

“No wonder she looks scared- she doesn’t even know you and your offering to get her a drink!” Seokjin pulled Taehyung back down onto the couch.

“But she’s y/n, hyung. Jungkookie told us about her.”

The room grew quiet as Taehyung spoke. Everyone was tight-lipped and stiff, especially Jungkook. You looked over at him- his head was in his hands but you could see the redness radiating from his face.

The thought of them talking about you amongst themselves made you feel a mess of emotions. On one hand, you were honored the be the topic of their conversation, but on the other hand, you wondered just what they were talking about. What was so remarkable about you that Jungkook couldn’t help but speak about you to the other members?

“I- uh- it’s fine, really. I’m fine.” You tried to stand up, but a heavy hand pushed you back down. You were too flustered to really notice who it was.

“I’m sure you know who we are at this point, but just for formalities, I’m Kim Seokjin.” Seokjin pointed to the blond next to Namjoon.

“He’s Min Yoongi.” Yoongi gave you a small wave.

“And He’s Kim Taehyung. You’re y/n, yes?”

“Yes, sir. But I really should-” Jimin was the one to cut you off this time.

“You’re going to be our social media manager soon, let us treat you to a drink.” Jimin’s smile felt hypnotic, but you were too much into fight or flight mode.

‘Social media manager’ caught you off guard, however.

“I-I think you’re mistaken, sir. I’m just a general BigHit social media intern. I’m not your manager.”

Once again the room fell into an awkward silence. You looked around at everyone staring at each other with wide eyes and mouths slightly agape.

“Once again, one of the kids has spoken the quiet part out loud,” Yoongi said in between sips of coffee.

“I, uh, specifically requested you to be our manager once your internship ends,” Namjoon said, staring down at his feet. He looked up at you after a beat. “You’re young and fresh out of college. I would think you know more about social media and what’s trending than a middle-aged woman.”

You stared at the leader, not believing what you just heard. In your head, you believed you were nowhere near ready for a managerial position, especially in a sector so vital.

“Anyways, let’s take one of the vans to Starbucks. I’ll drive.” Seokjin stood up as the rest followed.

You sat in between Taehyung and Jimin in the far back seat of the black van, an overly expensive Pink Drink in your hands. Seokjin had gone on and on about the additions he makes whenever he gets a Pink Drink, including cold foam, peach juice, and raspberry syrup. It totaled nearly ₩12,000, which Seokjin happily paid for.

“It’s worth it, trust me.”

It was fun to be around the members- they truly acted like brothers. They laughed loudly, messed around with each other, and even included you in the controlled chaos. You quickly found yourself relaxed and smiling around them.

“y/n, did you graduate from university in Seoul?” Namjoon asked you, turning around to face you.

“No, I graduated from Chonnam Univeristy in Gwangju.”

“Gwangju!” Hoseok yelled, looking back at you with a wide smile. “Are you from there?”

“Kind of. I grew up in a farming village on Gwangjuho Lake.”

“Oh really?” Taehyung said, “A farm girl.”

You let out a chuckle. “I spent more time on the internet than in the fields, though.”

It’s true that the internet basically raised you as a child. Once your parents got a computer, you would spend day and night on the internet playing games. As you grew into your preteen years, social media gained popularity, and you hopped on immediately. Your parents never monitored what you did, leading you down very scary paths online. However, it did end up with you making the internet basically your career.

A ringing came from Namjoon’s phone, and he answered it immediately. The producers were back in the studio, wondering where they were to finish recording. The eight of you went back to the HYBE building to continue work.

Two months had passed, and you hadn’t seen BTS around since. They were busy preparing for a comeback and tour, and you were busy working on TXT’s current comeback. Schedules never seemed to align for all of you.

Your boss called you into his office early Friday morning. You knew your work had been satisfactory, but this meeting hadn’t been planned, so you weren’t sure exactly why he needed to see you. He sounded urgent, too. Not his typical carefree nature.

Knocking on the door, you waited until you heard a faint ‘come in’ from the other side of the door before entering. Your boss motioned for you to take a seat, but no greeting was given, making you even more on edge.

“y/n, you’ve done amazing work the past three months. I know your internship doesn’t officially end until May, but we feel like there won’t be enough work for you in your current position here for the next two months.”

Not knowing what to say, you simply hung your head and nodded. You were being fired. There was nothing you really could have done- no matter how well you did your work, you couldn’t have prevented there just being no work available. You stood up to excuse yourself when your boss began talking again.

“We’d like to offer you a full-time job earlier than expected. You’d manage BTS’ social media accounts for their comeback, tour, and whatever comes after.”

You looked up at your boss in disbelief- Namjoon had been right all those months ago. The boss had a shit-eating grin on his face- he knew he tried to initially make you believe you were fired, only to be offered a real, paying job.

“No more analytics nonsense- you just take the photos and videos and upload them. Create good content.”

You were dismissed from the office after being given all of next week off. Giddy, you did a small happy dance outside of his office.

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hoebaring · 1 year

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It's Been a Long, Long Time | Min Yoongi

summary: Established!relationship. Yoongi is disappointed in himself for not being able to spend quality time with his wife. After a tiring day at work for the both of them, he decides to cook dinner for her and the night ends with romance and wine. (suggestion: listening to the song when it's mentioned in the story would give you the full effect XD)

genre: romance, fluff, oneshot, butterfiles everywhere.

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author L

Word count :- 2.2k Words

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Yoongi’s POV

“What does her smile remind you of?”

“Oh, her smile is the best. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Like the smell of freshly baked cookies. Like walking into the world’s best coffee shop. Or like watching purple petunia flowers in a pot near a window spring to life.”

“What does his smile remind you of?”

“Uhh…Yoongi’s smile reminds me of the ocean waves crashing on the shore, on a serene, silent night. Or of the passing cumulus clouds in a clear blue sky. Or…the sweet chirping of mockingbirds on a tranquil morning. To me, it brings calm and peace.”

Y/N says as she unconsciously smiles at thought of my smile. The camera cuts to me and the man behind the camera asks another question.

“What is one thing you love about Y/N?”

“Her unpredictability.”

“What is one thing you love about Yoongi?”

“Ah…” Y/N says in deep thought.

“His certainty.” She smiles.

“What is one thing she does that you hate?”

I thought deeply and carefully for a minute.

"There's nothing I hate about whatever she does, except for when she yells 'Yoongi marry me' out of nowhere in public deliberately to annoy me."

“What is one thing he does that you hate?”

“He doesn't look after himself properly. Often dwells in work too much forgetting the world around him." She says while zoning out and looking elsewhere.

Maybe remebering the times I may have unintentionally forgotten her. My heart feels incredibly heavy as regret fills my mind.

"Actually no, I hate how he leaves his socks lying around the house. It's an uphill battle to make him pick his socks up.”

I laugh out loud. She’s so abrupt sometimes.

“You guys trust each other, right? So how much do you trust Y/N?”

“My trust for Y/N is as big as the sun.”

“Romantic, I see.” Says the guy behind the camera.

The camera moves to Y/N.

“Oh, my trust for Yoongi is greater than the Universe.”

“Both of you said space related things!”

“No way, wait, let me guess. He said something about the sun, didn’t he? You're supposed to say the universe genius!”

I smile at her accuracy. She knew me too well.

I’m so glad I decided to re-watch our one-episode documentary style interview that we shot a year ago. We shot it right after we made our relationship and marriage public. Y/N was hesitant and nervous at first, but she ended up enjoying it the most.

“…uh, yes after the- wait, is this allowed? She's not supposed to be here!”

The camera shifts to a trespasser who had secretly managed to sneak into my interview room and hide behind the staff.

“Aha! You found me. It’s alright, go on, you won't even know I'm here.” Y/N explains her intrusion.

Pd-nim gives Y/N a thumbs and requests me to continue. The camera moves back to me and as I speak, I get distracted way too many times. The camera shifts to Y/N making funny faces and goofing around. I’m pretty sure she thought this would be edited out. The shoot was actually so much more relaxed with her. And oh God, I miss her. My comeback is in less than a week and I’ve been preparing for it since the past two months. I practically live in my studio now. I go back home maybe thrice a week and rarely spend time with Y/N. I leave before she wakes up and get back home after she’s asleep.

Y/N on the other hand, has been nothing but supportive. She used to stop by the studio with some food to make sure I’m eating well. She hung out in the practice room and listened to bits and pieces of my music. The privilege only a few have the access to.

According to some clichés, you should be expecting a grumpy, attention deprived and annoyed wife waiting for you at home, prepared to start an exhaustive argument. But to my relief, a bright and warm smile greets me as soon as I swing open the door to our apartment. An oversized Celine t-shirt with large sleeves drooping down her shoulders hung over Y/N’s petite figure. (Oversized- because it was clearly stolen from my closet.) I notice her messy low bun with a few loose curls hanging over the frame of her face and the faint freckles that spread across her cheeks. She was on the couch when she pointed to her laptop on the coffee table before bringing her index finger to her puckered lips and mouthing a small “shush”.

The presentation on the laptop screen and the voices of multiple people indicated that Y/N was in a meeting. She pats the empty space on the couch asking me to sit beside her while I remove my socks and remember to carefully place them inside my shoes. I didn’t want to upset her anymore.

Once I'm seated, Y/N snuggles close to me and leans back on my chest while facing her laptop. I wrap my arms around her and rest my head on her shoulder.

“How was your day?” She whispers.

“It was great. Tiring but productive. I missed you.” I reply as I kiss her cheek.

Y/N turns around and faces me.

“Oh! Has something happened?”

“Why would something happen?”

“Well, I'm only asking.” she shrugs with a playful smile on her face.

“I don't need a reason to miss my wife.” I say before peppering several kisses on her face.

The living room is filled with Y/N’s giggles and my heart swells with joy at the sight of her cute-ass nose scrunch and smile. I was so right when I said it made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

How could I ever stay away from her?

“How was your day?” I ask her as she turns around again and lays her head on my shoulder.

“It was alright, I attended a million meetings today. As you said, tiring but productive.” She replies while playing with my hand that rested on her shoulder.

She compares her right hand with mine and lets out a soft gasp.

“My hands are so tiny!”

“They’re adorable.”

“You’re only saying that because I’m your wife.”

“No, they’re actually super cute.” I say as I intertwine our fingers.

“What did you have for lunch?” I ask.

She thought for a brief moment.

“Uhh…well, does an apple and Oreos count as lunch?”

“What? You skipped lunch?” I frown.

“No, of course not! Why would I?”

“I… had an apple. Highly nutritious.” She elaborates with absolute confidence.

“Y/N!” I exclaim, completely baffled.

“Uh oh, I should really focus on what's going on in the meeting Yoongi.” She leans toward the coffee table and stares at the laptop.

“The meeting ended Y/N.”

“Oh.”

This is exactly what I was worried about. Ever since her company got acquired by another high-profile business, she has become so busy with meetings, projects, and deadlines. And yes, she makes time for me. But not for herself. What bothers me even more is the fact that I haven’t made time for her too. Gosh, I’ve been a terrible husband lately.

“What about dinner?”

“What about it?

“Did you have dinner?”

“Uhh I think another meeting is starting now.”

“Y/N, come on you’re not a child!”

“No, I know! I'm sorry I forgot” She makes a puppy face and apologizes.

God, how am I supposed to stay mad now?

I sigh and shake my head. I stand up from the couch and roll up my sleeves.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna make dinner.”

“For who?”

“For you.”

She stares at me with a smug smile.

“Oooh ultimate husband material.”

I laugh and walk towards the kitchen.

Y/N’s POV

I watch him as he opens the door to the fridge, grabs some vegetables, turns around to face the counter and starts cooking.

I am quite fussy when it comes to managing time and sorting out priorities. With the recent company acquisition, I haven’t had much time dealing with my normal life. Sounds odd, but weirdly, I don’t hate it. Oftentimes I get bored when I’m alone at home, so work keeps me busy. And when I lose track of time and sense, I have Yoongi. He is one of the best things that has happened to me. He truly is husband material. No kidding.

I turn back to my laptop screen and decide to continue my tiresome monotony. The meeting was to discuss legal issues and I was about to die out of boredom. Soon, I grow impatient and look at Yoongi, who was cooking diligently with complete peace of mind. Yoongi cooks really well, not gonna lie. However, I consider myself a better cook. We’ve often had silly debates and quarrels as to who cooks better. One such time, during a silly banter, we randomly started listing out all the things we cooked well.

“Oh! My Kimchi Stew is the best in the world.”

“Your mom absolutely loved my Tangsuyuk. She even asked for the recipe.”

“Ahh nothing can beat the way I make Dakgalbi.”

“My Milmyeon is truly exceptional, everyone in Busan knows that.”

And we went on and on and on. My ego and desperation to win the argument sky rocketed so bad that I ended up boasting non stop about my cooking skills without giving Yoongi a chance to speak. It was like I was rapping. Oh, the irony!

Having enough of my rant he proceeded to do the most unexpected thing ever. He abruptly grabbed my waist, pulled me close and kissed me to shut me up.

“Alright Clare Smyth. We get the point.” He whispered after pulling away.

That brings a smile to my face. He was quite the romantic. Might not seem like one at first glance but definitely and pleasantly surprising at times.

After a while, a comforting and vaguely familiar smell wafts through the house. Highly curious about what he was cooking and completely disinterested in the meeting, I get up and make my way towards the kitchen.

I tap on Yoongi’s right shoulder twice and quickly move to his left before he turns around. He looks behind and turns back to face me realising I was messing around. I wink at him playfully before walking up to an empty counter and sitting on top of it.

“What are you cooking?”

“Japchae.”

“Oh, babe you’re the best.” I say in a grateful tone.

“That I am.” He winks.

We didn't speak much. I just watched him cook in silence. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional sound of the knife hitting the chopping board or by the faint voices of various people in the meeting.

I decide to play some music and as I scroll through Spotify, the perfect song catches my eye.

It’s Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James.

I get off the counter, open a shelf, grab two wine glasses and a bottle of Corton Grancey.

When Yoongi put the noodles to boil and covered the pot with a glass lid, he realised that was the last thing to be cooked. He turns around and walks up to me.

“Allow me.” He pours some wine into our glasses.

“Dinner shall be served in a few minutes ma’am.” He says with a smile.

“Hmm, I must say, the service is rather lazy.” I say in a pretentious superior tone before taking a sip.

“…but I’ll pardon it for now, because the chef looks quite handsome.”

[start listening to It's Been a Long, Long Time]

We instantly break into laughter. Ah I missed this. Him. Quite a lot in fact. We are like a puzzle with missing pieces. Yet, it is a complete picture. A heart-warming one. A love like ours didn't have to be about the missing parts. Rather it’s about the beauty of the existing ones coming together to form a new picture every single day. It’s about the willingness to create a whole new perspective from a small loving gesture in an everyday life. About realizing that any and every moment with the other can be precious no matter how long the puzzle pieces have stayed on the same board. To acknowledge that puzzles can be tiring & boring but when solved alongside a beloved, it’s actually not that bad.

Yoongi and I were always on the same page. Maybe not the same line. But either of us always catches up. And at the end, I know we’ll finish the book together. We love each other too much. Besides, I could never get tired of that gummy smile of his.

The atmosphere changes as we gaze at each other. It has actually been a long, long time since I got a chance to look at him. His hair had grown longer. The soft golden lights gleamed on his face making him look ethereal. Almost instinctively, I place my arms around his neck as he grabs my waist and pulls me close. We start swaying to the song and slow dance under the dim golden light.

‘Never thought that you would be’

‘Standing here so close to me’

‘There’s so much I feel that I should say’

‘But words can wait until some other day’

“The noodles might burn” He says.

“That can wait until some other day too” He smirks before placing his hands on my jaw and his lips on mine. Butterflies go wild in my stomach as he deepens the kiss and pulls me closer than ever.

Just like a scene from a romantic 70’s movie or like the end of a Disney movie, the song in the background continues to play as Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and leans his forehead on mine.

‘Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again’

‘It’s Been a Long, Long Time.’

#ahh im gonna die #its so romantic #yoongixyn #min yoongi #suga #bts #bts ff #btsimagines #bts one shot #one shot #its been a long long time

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ladysunamireads · 25 days

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Sasamiya #♥#Sasamiya #StM #⚣#R:G #Fluff #A:Lovelynim

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mystarmyangel · 11 months

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[INFO] 231023 According to this cupcake catering shop, YoonA recently filmed as the MV female lead for singer 'Epitone Project' at Paju! His company, Interpark Entertainment ordered coffee truck as well as cupcake catering for the MV filming!

Source: gordonbenett

231023 Coffee truck sent to MV filming site cr hellopickyrabbit's IG story

Standee: Epitone Project is rooting for YoonA-nim and staff! Main Banner: KNOCK into YoonA-nim's heart Epitone Project is rooting for YoonA-nim. Fighting everyone! Thankyou~!!!

#YoonA #MV #Foodtruck

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biaswreckmepls · 6 years

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All’s Fair in Coffee and War

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7209644

Author: expplipo

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (6898 words)

Tags: Coffee Shop AU

Summary:

“Goddammit, Kim Taehyung,” Jeongguk moaned, “I thought I’d get you with the soy.”

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7209644

#all's fair in coffee and war #expplipo #taekook #taekook fic rec #bts fic rec #bangtan fic rec #completed #one-shot #coffee shop au #sorta #established relationship #taekook have a game going where jk will drink a sip of coffee and then they'll kiss and tae will guess all the ingredients of the coffee #ft one amused barista-nim min yoongi

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knightyoomyoui · 2 years

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Nayeon x Reader- “When Fantasy Just Got Real”

"Thank you for coming, maam! Hope you'll visit us again!"

You assisted the woman to open the door of the coffee shop you're working in. When the last customer finally left, you flipped the flashcard around pasted on the glass door, from "Come in, we're OPEN!" to "Sorry, we're CLOSED."

"Once again, we got many customers for today... and we served em' all properly.", your co-worker Haewon proudly said, wiping her hands with a clean towel.

"Nice one guys!", Yuna said who just finished wiping the tables. You did a group high-five with them after. Your friendship with them is just wholesome, that's why. "This is why I like rainy season so much.", she said while looking outside. She's referring to the shop earning more money from the customers which makes it more successful to the public.

"You're not alone~", your fellow male co-worker Jooyeon said in a sing-song tone, crossing his arms.

"Hey, can we prepare now? I really want to go home now to rest and chill with this weather.", he stretched his back and caressed the skin of his arms.

"Yeah, same. You too guys right?", you said, agreeing with what Jooyeon said. You pointed your finger at Yuna then moved it next to Haewon.

"No need to ask, Y/N. Ofcourse we want it too.", Haewon chuckled.

The manager just left his office and then walked towards you, Haewon, Yuna and Jooyeon. "Alright, shop's now closed. We need to prepare so that we can go home now. Lucky day is up tomorrow so save some energy to have fun with your salary."

"Kamsahamnida, manager-nim!", all of you exclaimed which the manager just smiled back at you four.

---------------- "Bye guys! Be safe on the way home!", you waved your hands as you shouted at your friends.

"You too!", you heard Haewon and the two also did the same as her. You started to walk now, separating yourself from the three since you are the only one who is not going in the same direction as them.

While walking on the wet ground, raindrops crashing down at the cover of your umbrella, you noticed something as you passed an alley.

There was this white bunny who seems like it is trying to sleep but only end up failing. Its body is also shaking, probably due to the cold weather. The bunny is trying hard too to make itself warm by curling its body.

"Oh man, why is this bunny here?", you slowly walked near at the bunny. You expected that it will hop away from you because of how intimidating you look from its eyes but it didn't happen, much to your relief.

You nearly kneeled on the ground just to have a closer look at the poor bunny. Then, you noticed that it is shivering. "God, I feel pity for this creature.", you sighed.

You became silent for a second, thinking on what you should do until you finally cane up with a decision that you want bring this poor bunny along on your way home so that it could have a shelter to shed into during this weather. This creature doesn't deserve to stay outside knowing how dangerous it is.

"Alright, that's it.", you muttered to yourself. "Hey, you adorale bun-bun. Let me carry you okay? We'll go somewhere warm.", you said to the bunny. You reached for your bag to pull out some baby blue colored towel and then gently wrapped it around the bunny. Fortunately, the bunny cooperated with you too so you easily picked it up and placed it on your arm.

------------------- You finally arrived at your house, you removed your shoes and placed it on the shoerack then you removed your jacket and your bag hanging on your shoulder, placing it at the couch.

You gently placed the bunny on a pillow, removing the towel wrapped around it. "Stay here, okay? I'll be right back.", you left the bunny and head towards your bedroom to replace the uniform you're wearing into pajamas.

You returned back at the living room to approach the bunny. "Are you hungry?", you asked it. You even noticed that it somewhat nods a little, making you amazed and feel like the two of you can understand each other well. " Hmm okay, I'll go get some food okay?"

You head towards the kitchen then opened the refrigerator. "Alright what do we have here? Wait, what do they always eat again?", you halted, looking downwards. "Oh, yes carrots!"

You reached for the carrot on the container below the refrigerator the you closed it. You returned back to the living room, now with a carrot on your hand.

"Want some carrots?", you asked the bunny. The bunny raised its head, eyes widened at the delicious vegetable in front of it. The bunny was gonna reach for the carrot and that made you understand it already that the bunny wants it. "Hehe, sure you got it."

The bunny starts eating the carrot hungrily. You just watched it how fast it bites its food. You were getting a bit entertained at what you're witnessing because of its cheek getting even more puffier while it's chewing, making it look more adorable to your sight.

You also gave it some water placed on a small bowl, which the bunny drinks at it too fastly. "This poor snowball. Who owns this rabbit anyway?", you furrowed your eyebrows. "I mean, I see dogs and cats mostly everywhere on the streets but... bunny? Really?"

You turned your body around after you stood up to walk through the bag placed in your couch to pull out your phone. While checking the social media, you noticed something very... very.... strange.

"Thank you for these."

You heard that someone just spoke inside your house. You knew that you're alone with this bunny so you wondered who the hell does that voice came from. It made you halt and look away from the phone, turning your head a bit to the side, furrowing your eyebrow, confused on what you just heard.

"Uhh... what the? W-who's there?", you finally turned around to find that person who owns that voice you just heard. You expected it also to be a woman, since the voice sounded very feminine. But to your disappointment, no one catches your eyes.

"I'm here, stranger!"

You heard it again, which made your eyes roam around the room just to find again where did that voice came from. You failed again, so it makes you feel a bit scared and nervous that someone just broke into your house and toying you right now.

"Show yourself! Why are you here in m-", you exclaimed, clearly audible to your voice that you're getting a bit mad now.

"DOWN HERE!!!"

You lowered your head, and you saw something you're not really expecting at all.

The bunny is standing right in front of you with its hind legs, looking upwards just to look at you. You refused to think that the voice came from this animal but you had to make sure since the voice said that you need to look down, and this is the only one you can notice as the one with you inside the house.

"Y- you... Did you.."

"Yes.", you saw its mouth moved, that made it clear to you that the voice came from this white bunny.

Wait, what?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!", you stumbled backwards, making you fell on the floor, butt first on the ground. You closed your mouth with your hands immediately, just to avoid making any more loud noise that will make the neighbors irritated in the middle of the night.

"DID YOU JUST SPEAK? WAIT HOW-"

"Wait, calm down...", the bunny said, leaning her head forward.

"Who are you? Is this even real?", you said with pure panic in your tone.

"Hey, please! Just calm down okay, I won't hurt you by eating you like in movies.", the bunny said, making you stop talking but still you felt like your heartbeat is gonna explode in less than a minute.

"Uhh.. okay? Fine, I-I'll calm down.", then you tried your best.

"Okay, what really is happening right now? How can you speak? Are you an alien or something?", you immediately asked the first thoughts in your mind.

"No. I- I'm"

"You're what?"

"I know it's even hard to believe any of this but I'll just say it anyway.", she paused for a second. "I-I'm cursed to be like this."

"Cursed?", you confusedly asked the bunny. "You mean, you're a human but something like a.. spell or something has casted you to turn into... a bunny?"

"Yup.", the bunny simply answered. You're trying to process everything that is going on. Yes, curse is real but cmon, transforming someone into an animal? Bruh, that only exists in fiction.

"Wait, I just find it weird.", you scratched your head, shuffling your hair that made it even messier. "If you were cursed why it turned you into this freaking cute puffy rabbit? I mean, if you want to curse somebody which made you mad, would it'll be you wanting to transform her into something terrible?

"Here, I'll explain it to you what made me turn into this.", the bunny said, and then she finally starts to narrate everything what happened to her before that led her turn into this.

So from her backstory, she told you that 7 years ago which she is 19 at that time; she said that she is a bad person. She was cold, rude, lazy, full of sass, disrespectful... everything you want to describe that will define her like that. One day, this personality of hers met its consequences when she bullied a disabled kid near at the street where her family's residence is located.

Little did she know that the disabled kid reported her to his mom which is actually a witch, the last remaining survivor of her kind. The disabled kid pointed this girl which made the mother saw what does the girl look like... which is a great help because what she planned to do to give this young woman a karma is by unleashing to her the last power she got on her body.

So, she made a spell... giving the young woman a curse by transforming her into something that resembles her look, bit to her surprise, it turned out to be a bunny. When she noticed that the young woman actually resembles a bunny, she just neverminded it instead and focused on the most important part: which is the spell has successfully casted.

The young woman was outside at that time when she transformed into a bunny. Terrified of her new form, she decided not to show up on her parents because she don't want them to be afraid of her and she's scared too that they will just get rid away of her, especially when they learn that an animal can speak. So, what she did is she didn't returned home and hides everywhere... mostly at the places where many trees and other plants can be found.

She did that for 7 years.

She saw how concerned her parents at just to find her, they even called a police. She felt sorry for doing this, but it was the right way which she believes.

One day, when she was about to visit their house, she noticed that her family no longer lives in there; making it unknown to her where they relocated. With that, she never found her parents ever again.

She hold a bad blood to everyone she sees at that time, making her not trusting anyone around her because she blames that the kid was the responsible for giving her this curse. But then, when she had an idea that maybe that kid did this to teach her a lesson, she had no other choice but to slowly change her personality. She believed too that maybe this is the way to remove the curse.

But, that actually failed... yet she still never gave up.

She tried to find anyone who can help her but sadly no one accepted her.

That made her hopeless, slowly accepting the fact that she will live with this curse forever. She thinks she deserve this anyways.

Not until she met you and with that, she took the opportunity again to do her plan and finally, it became successful.

"And up until now, I'm still like this... hoping that a miracle happens to me and God forgive me for what I've done.", she lowered her head. " I lost everything and everyone in my life because of my mistakes and somewhat I feel like I really deserve this."

"I really feel sorry for you on hearing your story. That must've really hard to live by yourself and go away from people you love the most in a span of 7 years.", you said, turning yourself into a sympathetic one for her. " I couldn't imagine myself being in your position but for sure the struggle is very huge... especially when you all experienced this as an... animal.", you said.

She didn't replied back which makes the two of you became silent for a while. You just gave her this atmosphere as a respect and not wanting to ruin the mood for her. She deserves to have a peaceful time to release the pain and suffering she endured in a long time.

But that ended when you broke the silence, much to how sorry you are to do this but you had to. You spoke what just appeared in your mind.

"Wait, look...", you said in a low tone, carefully wanting to get the attention of this white bunny in front of you. "What if? What if the key to end the curse is the opposite of the reason why that kid cursed you?"

"What do you mean?", the bunny asked you. Her rabbit face doesn't show any expression but the confusion can be heard clearly on her voice.

"What I mean is... to end the curse, what if you change your personality? Be nice than worse."

"Stranger, I already changed but still nothing happened to me.", she said to you.

"Did you showed it to others though?", and with that question, it hit the jackpot straight forward.

"Well... uhm... uhh... n-no.", she stuttered. She reealized that she never done this and that made her think that what if this is the one thing missing on the puzzle to figure out how to solve this problem of hers.

"Then let's try it. Starting tomorrow, I will help you for you situation. Show me the new you. I will let you stay here and let's see if this will work, okay?", you said to her.

"Sure. That sounds good.", the bunny replied, nodding its head.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet", you remembered, hitting your forehead with your palm. " I'm Y/N. Park Y/N. You have a name too, right?"

"Yes. I'm Nayeon, Im Nayeon.", she revealed her name to you, and you found it very interesting and such a gorgeous name for a girl.

"Nice to meet you, Nayeon.", you patted its head gently. Nayeon just smiled deep inside of her. "Now, shall we sleep now? It's getting late too and.. it's nice to sleep while raining."

"Okay. Thanks Y/N again.", Nayeon said, looking upwards at you after you stood up.

"You're welcome.", then each of you gave a goodnight greet to one another. You went to your bedroom and slumped your body at your comfy bed.

Before you drift to sleep, you stared to the ceiling, recalling everything that just happened tonight. You're still asking yourself if you are dreaming or not because this can't be real at all.

It made you even wonder that if things like this exists in this world then, could it be that it has a chance where fictional things like superpowers, dragons, elfs, magic can exist too?

------------------------- "Nayeon, are you awake? I bought some greens for you.", you said, arriving at your house after you went to the grocery. You woke up earlier than her and while she is still sleeping, you head to the grocery to buy food and ingredients.

"Yes, Y/N.", she said, still laying comfortably on the pillow. You gave her some broccolis. "Thank you.", she said before eating it.

"Nice. Now eat your breakfast while I make mine."

After you finally cook your breakfast, you sat near to Nayeon and starts to eat. Then, you thought of something which made you concern about her so you said it already to her to make her understand, just to clarify things.

"I'm sorry if this make you look envy right now. I didn't planned this to make you miss eating these foods.", you said while scooping the rice on your plate.

"No, it's okay. Carrots and vegetables are great too but.. yeah I still prefer eating human foods.", Nayeon said.

"Don't worry, Nayeon. Time will come where you can be human again and have a chance to eat these kind of food.", you took a one last spoonful of rice and egg in your mouth before finally finishing the plate.

"I hope so."

20 minutes later, you're finally done preparing yourself for your work today. After you wear your shoes, you speak to Nayeon. "I'm going for work, Nayeon. That means I'll be leaving you here for a while. Would it be okay for you?", you are a worried that she will feel really bored here since she will be alone again for many hours.

"Don't worry about me, I will be just fine.", Nayeon said, making you convinced.

"Oh okay, then I'll be going. Bye!", you grabbed your bag and hanged it on your shoulders.

"Bye, Y/N!", Nayeon bids back at you. After you finally exit your house, Nayeon jumps away from the pillow and starts to explore around.

----------------------- 2 weeks later, Nayeon is still staying inside your house and you two are still doing your idea. You treat her well while she does the same too, showing you how much she really changed.

After you finishing playing your favorite mobile game, you closed your phone and placed it at the table. You approached Nayeon who is laying on the pillow, staring at the window.

"Hey, Nayeon come on it's bath time now.", you caressed her white furry skin. As you noticed that she looks different today, you didn't hesitate to check on her. "Nayeon? You're really quiet today.", you raised your voice a bit to make her hear you more.

"O-oh, what did you say?", you successfully woke back up her senses. She turned her head sidewards to you.

"I siad, it's bath t-, wait... you're spacing out. You're thinking deeply of something. Aren't you? Is there a problem?", you continously caressed her furry skin.

"Y/N..."

"Yes?"

"Will I forever gonna be like this? These past few weeks it seems like what we're doing are just leading up to nothing....

What if... there's no way to make me bring back again to human?"

"Look, Nayeon.", you said. You want to stop her from asking these negative questions because you don't want her to get sad anymore and even you who is feeling her emotions right now. "Don't think like that, okay? I'm pretty sure there is. Let's give it some time. Maybe it will really work, we just need some patience.", you said to her with a soft tone.

"I don't know, Y/N. I don't feel like fighting anymore. I spent 7 years giving myself full of high hopes and it all just resulted for nothing. I don't want to waste another time to fool myself.

So, I think we should just stop this, Y/N. I already accepted my new life. Sorry if I became a burden to you, don't worry you can go back now again to what you usually do everyday. Th-"

"You're gonna leave?", you shockingly asked her, making you raise your body, removing yourself to a sitting position.

"Yes.", Nayeon replies back. " I just don't want you to be tired helping a nobody like me who carries a problem you never ever seen or experienced before... especially to the fact that this will not be solved at all.", she turned her head to face you.

"Sorry to say this, but no you won't.", you said after sighing heavily, shaking your head.

"Y-you ha-"

"JUST PLEASE NAYEON, DON'T. I JUST....", you raised your voice, making her flinch because she didn't expected you to burst out like this. She thought you're angry at her but actually the truth is that you just want to stop this because you can't take this anymore. Being a positive person, you just can't stand seeing somebody mostly focusing on negative than positive.

" I just don't want you to be alone out there being like this again. Remember, you let me to be the one to help you and with that I felt like I'm a trustworthy guy because we don't even know each other but you accepted my offer. Now, let me take this as a chance to prove you right that I really am."

You grabbed Nayeon's little round fluffy rabbit body and you stared at her face which made her do the same. "I want to help you, Nayeon. Please. I just want to let you know that you don't need to lose some strength on solving your long-time problem, because you have me on your side here.

Seeing you change yourself for the better feels like an honor, and with that I appreciate it. Consider me as a friend now if you want Nayeon, because you already are to me. I swear to my words that I will help you bring back everything you lost, because you deserve it as a reward for learning your lesson."

"I'm so sorry if I'm acting this way, Y/N... I even made you feel concern to me..", you saw her tears starting to drop from her black eyes. You just huffed for air, trying to contain yourself still.

You wiped her tears away with your thumb finger. " Ssshhh it's fine. Now don't go okay? If this won't work, we'll come up with new ideas... but let's give this a bit more time alright? It has only been weeks so far.

Don't give up because I know you can, you managed to hold this for 7 years, right? But I want to make it sure that it won't go longer anymore. "

Nayeon sniffed, slowly nodding her head. "Okay. I believe you. And also, y-yes I want you to be my friend too, Y/N. "

"Thank you for accepting my offering of friendship, Nayeon.", you smiled at her."Now don't cry, snowball cuz we're going to sleep now. Can you cheer up for me?"

"Wait", she halted. "Sure... I may be rabbit but I still got some aegyos on my pocket." , and with that, she gave an aegyo; making her voice sound like a baby while saying the words "Y/N oppa made Nayeonnie happy." in an adorable way while swaying her head back and forth.

"Oooookkkaaayy... didn't expected that but nice to see.", the two of you chuckled, knowing how weird it is to see a real bunny doing an aegyo with a matching human voice in personal.

"Goodnight, Nayeon!", you stood up and pinched her bunny cheek.

"Goodnight too, Y/N!", she said, circling her soft paws on your finger.

You went to your bedroom to sleep and so does Nayeon too as she fell asleep too on the pillow placed on the couch.

While Nayeon is in deep slumber, her whole bunny body starts to light starts to appear which made her glow and it grew bigger, covering her whole. Because of this, the whole living room became bright for a second. The light then disappeared slowly after.

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The next morning, you woke up from the sound of your alarm clock. You irritatedly pressed it off. After rising up from the bed, you stretched your body before heading outside the bedroom.

You went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. After doing this, you went to the kitchen to start preparing for breakfast.

You placed the ingredients on the table to start cooking but you took a glance first at Nayeon on the living room, only to find something very shocking that made you froze completely in your position.

You saw Nayeon sleeping, yes but... she don't look like a bunny anymore.

She looks completely like... a human. A form of a woman, if that's what you want it to call too.

She's naked too,actually... but good thing her sleeping position is still like a bunny so her private parts are all covered up because her body is curled.

You didn't know that the box of pancake mix is slowly slipping from the grip of your hands as you stared in shock at Nayeon's sleeping figure... and after a few minutes of looking like an idiot...

"WHAT THE F------?!", you out of knowhere exclaimed. Good thing that you didn't woke up the young woman from how loud your voice is.

You slowly walked towards Nayeon, eyes still directly connected on her. "N-Nayeon? Oh my god... she's back... s-sh---", you muttered to yourself, stuttering in disbelief. Before you finally get near to Nayeon, you went to the bedroom immediately and reached for you blanket to use it on covering Nayeon's naked body. You blushed a bit because of how perfect her curves are.

"This is really her?!", you said after placing the blanket all over her. You looked at her face, a smile just straight ahead appeared in your lips which you don't know why. You gotta admit, Nayeon looks really beautiful in her true look.

Now you got mad at that kid who "cursed" her for trapping this beauty into a curse for more than half a decade.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Rise and shine.", you stroked her hair, using your fingers as a comb. You repeatedly did it, and it finally made Nayeon woke up. She blinked rapidly before looking at you.

"Good morning t- ", she was about to greet but then she noticed something very different and it felt familiar. She saw some strands of black hair in front of her face, she felt your fingers stroking her hair, then she took a look at her hands and arm. "Wait... m-my body... it's not furry... and fluffy...", she slowly sat up on the couch. She took a peek at her naked body being covered in blanket. You just gave her an apologetic smile.

"I swear, I didn't took advantage of you.", you said in a low tone, defending yourself. Nayeon understands it but her priority to think right now is what just happened to her.

She's finally free from the curse after 7 long years.

" It worked... It WORKED, Y/N!!", she raised her voice happily. She grinned, showing her bunny teeth. You were in awe when you noticed that Nayeon really resembles a bunny.

"Yes, it is.", that's all you had to say. Even you still can't believe it that the plan actually worked. You gave Nayeon a wide smile after.

"IT WORKEDDDDDD!!!", she gave you a crushing hug, you grabbed the blanket on her back to avoid falling off. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH Y/N! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, I'M BACK AS A HUMAN AGAIN!", she said near to your near. You can tell that she's having the tears of joy now because of this miracle.

"ME TOO!!", you replied back. "Great to see you back, Nayeon. 7 years of being cursed is over now."

After a minute of hugging each other tightly. Both of you let go from the embrace and then faced each other. "You were right all along, Y/N. If it wasn't for you maybe I'm still a rabbit up to this day.", she said while smiling.

"I told you, Nayeon.", you chuckled. "High hopes and faith will come true as long as you have patience. I really didn't expect that this will work."

"I missed my body so muchhhh!!", she hugged herself from the blanket covering her.

"So, this is what you really look like, huh.", you traced Nayeon's face. "Wow, I'm gonna be honest, y-you are p-pretty.", you said, nodding your head while pouting your lips. There's a slight of embrassment that can be heard from him.

"I know.", she proudly said, making your mouth from an "o" shape. She saw how you hilariously reacted so she burst out a laughter that is so contagious, you end up laughing too.

"Oooh... in love with yourself, huh?", you smirked at her. She shyly turned her face away from you.

"Hehe... sorry."

"No, why are you saying sorry.", you snorted. " It's true anyways? You're just being proud of yourself and you have something to brag with. Now, shall we eat some breakfast before we discuss some things?",she responded with a nod. You quickly turned your body back to head towards kitchen to start preparing food which is a good thing to Nayeon so that you can't see that her cheeks are getting warm and reddish.

You cooked more for Nayeon because you know that she must've craving for these for so long... and you were actually right. She finished eating 5 pancakes, which is a no shocker to you.

She took a bath and made her borrow some of your clothes. You promised to take her outside to buy some clothes for her. The two of you talked also. You decided that since she has nothing to return so far and even if her curse ended, she can stay in your house as long as she wants.

You promised to do your best to give her back everything she lost before, and that's why you planned on finding her parents because you had this strong feeling that they are just somewhere, missing their daughter who mysteriously disappeared 7 years ago.

She hugged you again and thanked you for everything, and you just took it as an appreciation which is a nice thing for you. Well, you are her only friend now so you had to be there for her at these times.

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2 months had passed and Nayeon is happily staying with you. She has her own things now too. You often took her sometimes outside to have fun that she never had for a long time. You two went to arcades, parks, mall, and other places where Nayeon wants to go.

She even visited the coffee shop where you're working at. You served her some iced coffee and made her watch you do your duties around the workplace.

Little did you know that Nayeon also watches you interacting with Yuna the most out of all your co-workers. She noticed that you two are close and it crossed to her mind if there's something between you two.

And that unexpectedly made her heart hurt so bad. It feels like her heart is being forced to pull out on her chest. Her face is just frowning the whole time while she's staring at you and Yuna happily talking to each other.

Yes, Nayeon's feelings for you keeps on growing since that night before she turned back into her real body. That night when you adviced her and gave her an encouragement to never give up on her problem.

She ain't shocked that she will fall for you. You did everything that will really impress a woman like her. And with those, her heary just flutters by how you gave her love, care and joy since you met her on the alley.

Nayeon doesn't know too that you actually glance at her while she talks to Jooyeon and you were confused why does it feel like your body lose strength completely and your heart is being pinched repeatedly.

You somewhat.... hated to witness this.

And, after you felt this kind of feeling... you didn't tried to fool yourself anymore because you confirmed it already to yourself that you're falling for Nayeon too.

With that, the two of you are just secretly liking each other... waiting for each other on who will make the first move.

Moving on to the next topic, yes you also found Nayeon's parents; thanks to your uncle who is a policeman. They really relocated to a new house in Seoul.

You arranged a meet up with Nayeon's parents and just told them exactly that you found their daughter and she's in a safe company with you. You just lect the explaining part to Nayeon once they met again. They thanked you so much and they shared too that even after all these years that Nayeon is believed to be dead already, they never lose hope and they convincing theirselves that one day their daughter will come back once again, and that happened; thanks to you.

You told Nayeon that you finally met her parents and once again she gave you a series of thank you, hugging you tightly and cried on your shoulders. You just stood there to accept her embrace, you rubbed her back gently. You wiped her tears away and while you were doing that, you just can't help but to admire Nayeon's appealing face. She still looks so beautiful even when she cries. Just with this sight makes you smile instantly. ------------------------- The day has come where you set a meet up with her parents again but this time, Nayeon is with you.

"You ready to meet your parents?", you asked her after spraying a perfume on your shirt.

"Yes...", she replied with a low tone. "Even though I'm a bit nervous. It was a long time that they didn't see me, I'm afraid they might get angry at me for leaving them.", she frowned, lowering her head.

You walked to her front and placed your hand on her shoulder, looking directly at her. She can't avoid your precious eyes she always loved to see so she looked back at you, raising her head again. "Trust me they won't. I talked with them and they really want to hug you now and look how they daughter grown up so well. Let's go?"

"Wait, can I t-tell you something?", she cleared her throat.

"Sure, what is it?", you placed your hands on your pocket.

She sighed heavily before finally doing this. Yes, she's been wanting to do this already and she knew she is full prepared for this. Actually, that time where she and Jooyeon are talking at the coffee shop, she was actually asking for some advice to Jooyeon. Even Haewon helped her too and your two friends encouraged Nayeon to confess to you, which is what she's gonna do right now.

They also sent their support for you two already, which made Nayeon smile.

"Actually I've been wanting to say this before but I only had the courage to say this to you today...", she's intertwining her fingers, she's obviously nervous, based from how her voice slightly shake. You just stood there and waited for her to say what she wants to say.

"I- I like you, Y/N. I really really am.", that made your eyes widened in surprise, staring unbelievably at this lovely woman in front of you. She just confess right in front you, which you didn't expect that she will do this for you.

You just let her continue her confession to you, you wanted to hear this so bad from her, mainly because you're still processing it on your mind how she also likes you. "My feelings for you started back at that night before I returned back into this. Your sweet words, your encouragement and comfort.. everything you do to me just makes my heart flutter more and more for you. You helped me when I needed you. You were always there for me.

You were the only one who made me feel loved except my parents despite how weird I look, seeing as an animal who can speak. You even appreciated and accepted the better version of myself which makes it even more worth it for my change.

It's you, Y/N who did everything I never experienced before which I never knew that I actually wanted it to happen. You treated me like a friend and I feel so lucky that I met a great guy like you. But... with our times being together in our funtime, I started to realize that I... wanted more of this... and us.", she pointed you and herself.

You are just standing there like a statue. You wanted to speak but it feels like your tongue is stucked at the entrance of your throat, which makes you irritated at yourself why you can't respond. You really don't know what to do. You are so stunned that everything inside your head went blank.

Nayeon looked at the time on her watch. "W- we should go now, t-they're waiting for us.", she starts to walk towards the door of your house, but before stepping outside, she turned her head at you. "I'll give you some time to decide, Y/N. I can wait.", she said, smiling a little at you. --------------------------

"Appa... Eomma...", she slowly said after stepping out of the car, and the figure of her parents standing outside the gate of their expensive home is the first thing that appeared on her sight.

"Oh our Nabong...", Mr. Im opened her arms, and Nayeon took that opportunity already to run at them and do exactly what she wanted to do when she meet her parents again.

Lock herself up in their warm embrace.

"Our daughter is really here. We really thought you're dead but... thank God you're still here... and you're back with us.", Mrs. Im said while sobbing. She kissed Nayeon's crown after.

"I missed you two so much and I'm sorry if I made you two worried for 7 years.", she lowered her head in guilt.

"You got some explaination to do, yes.", Mr. Im sighed.

"And we will listen to you, my dear.", Mrs. Im said, giving Nayeon a huge smile. " God, you're a grown up woman now.", she looked proudly at her daugher from head to toe.

"Let's go inside, we prepared a dinner for us.", then Mrs. Im commanded her maid to escort Nayeon on entering the house, which left the three of you behind to have some small talk.

"We don't know how much we can repay you for what you've done for us, Y/N. You are a blessing from heavens.", he offered a handshake which you immediately accepted.

"It's nothing, sir.", you shook your head. "Besides, Nayeon missed you two so much and that's one of the first thing she wanted so as the only person she got on her side, I am here to grant it."

"Nayeon is really lucky to meet you.", Mrs. Im said, that made your heart melt. You also feel lucky to meet this wonderful woman which is their daughter. "If she didn't, maybe she's still near to danger our fears might've come true.", she then hugged you, and you accepted it. After a few seconds, she released herself and spoke again. "Come in, the foods already served."

-------------------------- You took your seat and you sat next to Nayeon with her parents in front you two. Nayeon's parents watched you two with a smile.

You can tell that they are really enjoying the sight of you and Nayeon from how they still manage to keep the large size of their grin while looking at you two. That made you and Nayeon shy. You two even looked at each other and then immediately looked away.

The dinner has started and Nayeon shared everything she's been through. From bullying a disabled kid where it all started up to the part where she met you and she transforms back into her human form because of your plan.

Her parents were disappointed at her for doing that to the kid. They even noticed Nayeon's bad personality before and they did their best to discipline their daughter but it all failed.

Fortunately, you were the one who's able to help Nayeon to change and you didn't wasted her parent's lessons by making her recall those and understand it again. With that, her parents felt that they still did their role well despite not getting a hint at their daughter if its working.

Your life was also involved in the topic. You mentioned them about your education, your work, and some additional information about yourself. All of them were interested on listening at you... especially the one who's having a crush on you.

After an hour of having a nice and smooth dinner, you and her mother volunteered to wash the dishes while Mr. Im resumes his paperworks. Nayeon on the other hand, is playing with Kookeu:her pet pomeranian dog, on the backyard.

After you placed the last clean plate on the dishrack, you wiped your hands and stands at the door leading to the backyard. You just watched Nayeon happily reconcile with Kookeu.

You didn't notice that Mrs. Im approached you from behind after she organized the kitchen cabinet.

"My daughter will melt if you keep staring at her like that.", she said out of nowhere making you flinch a little, You turned your head fast at her after.

"Oh uhm... s-sorry, M-"

"Just call me mom.", she waved her hand off at you. "Admit it, Y/N. You like my daughter, do you?", you immediately felt nervous at that question. You gulped hard before you answer her. You don't want to lie at her as a respect and also, yes you admit that you're quite obvious and her as a mother to Nayeon; she knows exactly how everyone acts around her daughter.

"Not just that I like her, mom.", you glanced back at Nayeon. You sighed heavily. "I- I love her.", you felt your heartbeat racing as you connected your eyes at the one who makes your every day complete.

"Well what are you waiting for, confess to her already. I'm sure she likes you too.", you looked back at Mrs. Im who raised her hand, pointing it towards to door that will led to her daughter as if she's guiding you.

"I can see it while were on the table, the way she takes a glance at you. I never saw her look at someone with such expression like that compared from before...", she explained, smirking at you. Well, like what you just thought earlier; she knows Nayeon very well because she's her daughter.

"She actually confessed to me before we got here, so yeah you're right mom.", you lowered your head, feeling shy at her. Mrs. Im just made an "ooh" sound after, expressing how interesting what you just revealed to her.

"Told you.", she playfully bumps her shoulder at you, making the two of you chortle. "So... what happened?"

"I-I haven't responded yet.", you shook your head.

"What's stopping you? You're scared?"

"No mom, I'm just... stunned that... she likes me too. I'm speechless. I didn't reacted that fast thay's why.", you said, scratching your nape. "Mom, Do you accept me as your daughter's lover?", you asked her curiously.

"Will I encourage you to confess to her if I don't want you for my daughter?", she said in a sassy way. Well she has a point though. You felt dumb for asking the obvious. On the other side, it made you feel happy knowing that her parents votes for you.

"Consider yourself lucky, Y/N.", she said, pointing her index finger at you. " My daughter has pretty high standards when it comes to men... are you're the only one who reached it for her."

" Now go and talk to her. Make sure that I will get what I expect after, okay?", she held both of your wrist while she's encouraging you. She hummed, waiting for your response.

"Y-yes, mom.", you nodded rapidly. Mrs. Im teasingly pushed you to the door so you opened it and walked outside the house to step onto the backyard.

"Hey, Nayeon.", you said from behind of this fine woman who is stroking the fur of Kookeu laying on her legs.

"Hey, Y/N. What's up? How's my parents, by the way?", she asked you. You sit beside her and positioned your legs into an indian style.

"Oh they're so great. The way they welcomed me makes me really feel at home.", you said while not looking at her.

"I really feel bad to myself for being a brat to them.", Nayeon's smile turns into frown.

"It doesn't matter now. Let's all set aside what happens in the past and let's focus on the present.", Nayeon nodded in response while staring at Kookeu who is now sleeping.

"Uhh.. I just want to talk about... earlier.", that made Nayeon stop what she's doing. She immediately looked at your side figure, which she admired at lot by how beautiful the structure of your face is, making you look attractive in her eyes.

"Oh the uhh yeah, why? What's wrong?", she chuckled to herself for stuttering.

You turned your body, now you're facing Nayeon completely while she's still sitting sideways. You grabbed her hands, much to her shock that her heartbeat faster while gulping hard at the sudden skin contact. You looked at her large creamy hands, massaging its top with your thumbs.

"Nayeon, you don't need to wait for my answer, because I made up my mind.", you said in a low tone. She is sweating nervously she tried to prepare herself from your answer.

"And I'm sure with this already, because I've been feeling this unexplainable thing inside me ever since I meet this real you."

"Nayeon, I'm sorry... but I don't like you...", and with that, it made Nayeon's emotion dropped very low. Her body weakened, chest feels heavy and her frown goes deeper. She lowered her head to avoid the pain visible in her face to be seen.

But, at the next seconds, it all wiped out away when you said the next words you wanted to say, continuing it after the pause.

"Because I love you."

Nayeon's eyes widened, she agressively raised her head to stare at you. Her mouth is slightly opened where her bunny teeth can be seen. Her eyes became teary, all of those she felt from your dramatic pause just straight up changed back and went all away as it was replaced with nothing but joy.

"And just few minutes ago, I had a talk with your parents alone."

"Wait, you do?", she slightly raised her voice as she asked you.

"Yeah... and I'm glad that they want me for you.", you smiled widely while Nayeon blushed so hard at that.

"So, I would like to take this opportunity already... to ask you this.", you cupped her chubby cheeks, admiring her beauty by tracing every angles and parts of her face. "Can you be my girlfriend?"

With that, she didn't hesitated to pull you closer to her face as the two of you finally kissed made with pure love at each other. She kissed you passionately, her lips danced so you joined her too. After that, you two made a gap at each other, placing each of your foreheads at one another.

"Yes, ofcourse Y/N. I love you so much, Y/N.", she whispered. You hugged her after, she smelled your fragrant smell from the fabrics of your clothes. "Thank you for existing in my life as my knight in shining armor."

"I love you too, Nayeon. Anything for my princess.", you said, and the two of you went silent to enjoy this heartwarming moment between the two of you.

Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Im are watching you both from the house.

"Attaboy.", Mrs. Im said proudly, smiling along with her husband at the sight of the two lovebirds.

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The next day, the two of you went outside to go to the coffee shop you're working at.

She wants to visit too her 8 newly found friends near your workplace: Jeongyeon who operates a restaurant, Momo, Sana and Mina who owns a Japanese convenience store, Dahyun who owns a music school with Tzuyu and Jihyo working as the vocal coach and lastly, Chaeyoung who sells strawberries and also offers her customers for a free sketch of theirselves.

While you're driving, Nayeon requested you to stop the car, which you did. You wondered why? And you found out that something caught her attention.

She stepped out from the car and you noticed that you two stopped in front of a...

Pet shop.

Nayeon walked closely in front of the glass where it shows some animals being displayed that is suitable for being a pet.

There's this one cage that is seperated from the rest. She looked closer at it, and then she confirms that it contains a...

white bunny.

The two then stared at each other, as if the bunny is begging for Nayeon about something. Nayeon seems to understand what the bunny is trying to tell her, so she shared it to you immediately.

"Y/NN, can we adopt this cutie here?", she asked you. You just stared at her then switched your gaze back at the white bunny.

God, it made you remember everything. From where your love story with Nayeon began, which is a fantasy just got real.

It may sound and look super strange and weird to others but to you, you are proud of it because it is unique, extraordinary and nothing can compare this from the rest of other love stories that exists in this world.

This animal right here is a memorable and meaningful to you already because of how it gave something special to you in your life.

"Pweaassseee~", Nayeon asks you, oh shit... now she doing an aegyo that you CANNOT RESIST. Ofcourse as she did that, you didn't think twice but to accept her request to you.

"Thank youuuuuuuu!!!!", she hugged you tightly, which made you blush by her action.

"So... what should we call this bun-bun right here?", you lowered down your head to look at Nayeon.

She bit her lips as she became silent for a second. After she finally had an idea on what name she wants to give to this bunny right here, she looked back at it and said what she had in mind.

"Snowball. We'll name him Snowball."

You nodded as a sign that you agree at her too. After that, you two entered the pet shop together to to buy and adopt Snowball, with Nayeon's arm hooked onto yours.

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sxfik · 3 years

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I have an idea!

Ok so we all know that Hanseo is abused by his big brother, and if i remember correctly, the jipuragi trio found out about it from the guillotine file for the first time.

Now hear me out, what if the jipuragi trio found out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, not from the guillotine file??

After failing to burn down geumga plaza, Hanseok threw that object at Hanseo, telling him not to dodge it, and it left a scar on his forehead. When Hanseo visited jipuragi, he seemed proud of that scar, right?? Because thats what he got from saving geumga plaza, and he hoped that the scar would show them that he wants to be on their side.

BUT lets forget about all those stuff for a moment.

Hanseok loves to strangle, threaten, and hit Hanseo with the hockey stick. It certainly happens more than once, so i figured that there must be a bunch of scars and bruises on his body right?? What if the jipuragi trio noticed one of his scars/bruises?? I know Hanseo always wear long-sleeved stuff, so its not exactly visible, but what if someone caught a glimpse of it??? Perhaps the scar/bruise was on his arm???

Maybe when Hanseo visits jipuragi, Vincenzo asks him to wash some coffee mugs, and as Hanseo is rolling up his sleeves...

"yo whats that on your arm??"

And maybe Hanseo is like "thats a bruise..? Do you not know what a bruise is??"

Okay, idk. I have no idea how he's gonna react if that happens. I just feel like Hanseo wouldnt be proud of his scars if he didnt get them from trying to save geumga/jipuragi people.

And now im just wondering, what do you think? How would Hanseo react, in your opinion? If the jipuragi trio really did find out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, how would that affect their relationship? Im really curious about what you think

Hhhhhhhh sorry if its too long. I just thought that this might be a good way for Hanseo and jipuragi to kinda get closer with each other...

han seo headcanons (part one)

helloooo, thank you for sending an ask in :D

SORRY this answer is super long and for some reason my phone isn't allowing me to add a keep reading cut thingy, apologies in advance to the amount scrolling you have to do

tw: abuse

i've been thinking so much about this ask and just how han-seo would react to them finding out, and honestly i never really took note of how many long sleeved shirts he wears. i believe han-seok has switched a lot more into emotional manipulation and abuse than physical abuse but he has a lot of anger issues. i'd honestly imagine him using han seo as a punching bag for any and every inconvinence that happens to him, even as an intern.

i also agree with you, han seo is someone who is a very bright personality who tends to hide his hurt and emotions, and he's very very good at it as he has been living under a psychopath his whole life. he's good at hiding his anger (although it definetly bubbles over in smaller outbursts) and especially his hurt (i.e. the scene that han seok throws that candle holder at him and he just smiles back). han seo has a lot of anger at himself for not speaking back or being able to act like himself. like in that scene in the office, you can tell as he curls his fist that he wanted to speak back so badly. even when he finally snaps against han seok, he said "i'm getting tired of being afraid of you." i feel like he'd be embarrassed that even after years, he hasn't been able to escape his abuse

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i feel like this scene and their dynamic would play out something similar to this:

han seo joined the team and has been working with vincenzo and cha-young for around a month. at this point han seo isn't walking on eggshells with both of them, he's a lot more comfortable and visiting their office regularly without choi/han/han seok finding out.

sometimes it's vincenzo and cha-young providing him books to study economics from, maybe even giving some brotherly/sisterly advice to him. every couple weeks, vin and cha-young give him quizzes and slowly, he's getting better and better

over time, he even got closer to the plaza residents (even though the residents were definetly cold to him in the beginning, miri scaring the shit out of him by doing her ghost thing, the lady with the lipstick from bye bye balloon staring him down, snack bar lady refusing to serve him, larry also scaring the shit out of him by doing his zombie routine)

but despite this, they adopt him into their family, han seo doing small errands for the residents, him buying the best coffee, food and getting camera equipment for the snack bar lady's son. han seo gifting the pawnshop couple with cute baby items etc.

(obviously he buys the most expensive shit bc he's still a rich boy, but they dont have to know)

(side note: he'd be fucking adorable with a baby, imagine him being the babies "uncle han seo" who gets them the best gifts !!)

even though he was comfortable with all of them, every once in a while his facade would slip.

every once in a while, someone would make a sharp movement towards him and he'd flinch. or if someone makes a quick step towards him, he'd back up and stiffen up on instinct

even if it was someone patting his back or just making a quick movement, he'd react on instinct from the years of abuse from han seok. but no one ever said anything about it if they noticed.

one afternoon after lunch, they were washing dishes, han seo on washing duty and cha-young drying and placing them back. and han seo was in his full sleeves and cha-young notices his sleeves getting wet

"yah, roll your sleeves back, by the end of this your whole sleeve will be wet! you know how uncomfortable those sleeves would be?"

"ahaha, it's alright noona, i'll be fine"

han seo tries to laugh it off, grining at her with one of his wide grins but there's something off about this one. but cha-young gives one of her patented glares and he rolls them up carefully, shielding his arms from her view, and continues washing the rest.

cha-young doesn't take note of his bruises at first, but noted the care he went through to shield his arms from her. his arms were posed almost awkwardly and he was on high alert

it wasn't until after they both finished and he was drying his hands that cha-young saw the massive bruises he had, climbing up his forearms and under the sleeves

he stiffens when he sees her stare, and quickly tries to cover them but she grabs them before he could hide it

she's completely quiet while she stares at his arms. after a moment, he speaks up

"oh i accidentally banged these against my doorway, they're just small bruises. it's go away in a couple days" he smiles at her again but she could tell from the way his shoulders were frozen and the wavering of his voice that it wasn't the truth

"did he do these?" she asked him, her face completely neutral and her voice barely a whisper. she's still looking at his forearms, her fingers ghosting over the bruises.

han seo just looks down and the silence is enough of an answer for cha-young. he walks away, embarrassed that she found out about it, even though his years of therapy told him that it wasn't never his fault, he still felt the shame and anger of not being able to break free.

he's quiet for the rest of the time, feigning tiredness and finding an excuse to leave the plaza

that night, it was just vincenzo and her working at the office late, in preparation for babel. cha-young's mind was still on what she saw that afternoon. abruptly, she stands up, her hand gripping the pen in her hand as she turned to vincenzo sitting at the other desk.

"did you know that bastard hurt him? he's been abusing han seo this whole time?" she asked vincenzo, her voice seething with anger

"i know."

"you know??? why didn't you ever say anything?"

vincenzo looks up at her from his stack of papers, setting his pen down.

"it wasn't my place. i picked up on it when he flinched when mr. tak reached toward him to place a hand on his shoulder."

cha-young sat back down then, her lips pressed together, and vin went back to his paperwork

"we should get him out of there. who knows what han seok would do in one of his rages?"

"couple nights ago, we went to drink makgeolli and i offered him a way out. i told him if he ever needs to leave, and if he's ready to leave, he has a place at the plaza."

"and is he? leaving that is?"

"no. he thanked me, but said that he needed to stay until his brother and his group crumbles to the ground."

cha-young let out a sigh, biting her lip, the worry on her face all too evident

"hong cha-young byeonosa-nim, we shouldn't baby him. jang han seo deserves revenge against his brother just like we do and the choice is ultimately up to him."

"i know. i just worry."

they stayed quiet for the rest of the night, working late but the topic never leaves cha-young or vincenzo's minds

the next day, han seo avoided her like the plague, not wanting to talk about what she saw yesterday

but while he was studying, she approached him, a glass of juice and a snack in hand, setting it next to him. she checked over his work quietly as he took a break and glanced at his arms, doing a once over just to make sure he didn't get any new ones.

"well done, han seo, you're doing well" she smiled at him and ruffled his hair and han seo let out a breath of relief and gratefulness that she hadn't treated him any different

from then, cha-young and vin only got fonder of han seo and han seo was pretty much adopted by them. after the battle and han seok is in jail permanently, he moves out of his apartment, and gets one closer to the plaza.

mr. nam would show him how the organization worked at jipuragi and put him to work, the paralegal grateful to have an extra hand around the office

eventually, even han seo grows an affection to the instant coffee and buys more for himself and his apartment

vin would take him shopping for suits, both rich boys obsessed with their sleek looks. they take cha-young with them once but she manages to sleep off at every shop they go to.

vincenzo also plays hockey with him regularly and the plaza invites him to plaza game nights. they get up to all kinds of mischief,

han seo loves spicy food, just like cha-young so they make it their mission to go to try every restaurant and compete to see just how much spice they can handle. obviously vincenzo doesn't even make it past the first round of the spice competitions but cha-young and han seo have the same competitive streak that keeps them going

han seo is also dropping hints to both of cha-young and vincenzo that they should get married. constantly teasing vincenzo about cha-young in the way only younger brothers do

obviously on one of cha-young and han seo’s days out, han seo drops hints CONSTANTLY, trying to get her to admit cha young likes vincenzo

and OBVIOUSLY she slips up, and han seo doesn’t let go of it

he does the whole younger brother teasing every single time he catches cha-young glancing at vincenzo at the firm

“cha-young noona and vin hyung, sitting in a tree. K I S S I N—�� “HAN SEO!!!”

obviously chayenzo eventually get together but decide to keep it a secret (and of course, they were awful at it)

eventually when they reveal it to the office, mr. nam and han seo react like that one scene in suspicious partner (“quick, act surprised” “*gasp* you guys are together??????? we had no idea!!”)

han seo is basically adopted as a younger brother to both cha-young and vincenzo and even the plaza loves his presence and he gets to have a peaceful existence for the rest of his life

anyways han seo deserves a happy ending with a good family. he deserves a second chance with a family that LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM AND GIVES HIM CHOICES AND ALLOWS HIM TO BE HIMSELF. (and yes this covered more than just one scene but I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON HIM) as always feel free to add on :D

#yes han seo calls her noona #they’re attached at the hip okay #both of them are chaos machines #literally vin cha young and han seo are the definetion of *too much energy* *too much energy* *calm*#mine #vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #chayenzo #hong cha young #song joong ki #tvn vincenzo #jeon yeo been #vincenzo x cha young #jang han seo #jang han seok #kwak dong yeon #ok taecyeon

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lovelynim · 4 months

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All's fair in love and war

Honkai Star Rail - Aventurine x Caelus

A/N: This time I'm happy to post an official commission for none other than @eliankrios himself. Thanks for being such a kind customer and for your patience and understanding!!! I hope you like it!

Summary: Countering Aventurine's luck takes more than just skill, but if you're going to play dirty, you shouldn't let yourself get caught...

Word count: 2975 words

Caelus was ticklish - a fact that Aventurine happened to discover by accident, but one that he was particularly interested in.

The problem, however, resided in the fact that there wasn’t a way to test it by himself. Aventurine had met Caelus not long ago during his business trip in Penacony and his interactions with the mr. Stellaron were limited to a few flirts or really-well-intended gifts. Tickle him was not an option - at least, not until now.

“W-what?” Caelus gasped, nearly choking on the SoulGlad - which Aventurine bought him - and smiling shyly, looking at the man next to him. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“No,” Aventurine chuckled charmingly, resting his head on his hand. “I’m just curious about it, my friend, and I decided to make a move. Maybe 20.000 will do, then?” He smirked, loving the flustered face on the other guy’s face. This was a bold move, but Caelus didn’t push him away so… there could be a chance. And who better than Aventurine in taking risks?

“I-I’m not talking about money,” Caelus mumbled, placing the bottle down on the counter. “You can’t… buy your way into tickling me, that would be weird,” he explained, surprised at the words that were coming out of his mouth. Caelus never expected to use them in the same sentence, but here he was.

“Hmm, would it?” Aventurine looked away, pretending to think about it. Of course he expected Caelus to refuse such an offer - he wasn’t really the prude kind of guy, but being offered money in exchange for getting tickled would set anyone off. “I apologize then, friend. Could there be another way?”

“Another… way? Of tickling me?” Caelus’s upper lip twitched slightly, only finding this situation more and more confusing. No one ever needed… a way. It would be just him fooling around his friends and it happened. And Aventurine was his friend. Why couldn’t he just do it… normally? “I…”

Aventurine chuckled again, sitting upright before finishing his drink, placing the cup over a couple of bills. “Hahah, your face is priceless. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to weird you out. Forge-”

“Wait,” Caelus said, with a hint of excitement in his voice. His eyes sparkled, as if he just had an idea.

Aventurine arched his eyebrow, tilting his glasses a bit and looking over them to meet Caelus’s eyes. “Hm? Do you want another drink, my friend?”

“No, not that,” Caelus chuckled, shaking his head, “you can tickle-”

A gasp left Aventurine’s mouth, unable to hide the content he felt by hearing those words. “Oh, really? Hahah, why did you change your mind, my-”

Just as he was about to reach for Caelus, he moved his hands around and grabbed Aventurine’s wrist instead. The confidence in his smirk sent a shiver down Aventurine’s eyes - he knew that kind of expression. It was the kind of expression people made when betting all the chips in their hands. The blonde felt his heart skip a beat and looked down to Caelus’s hand tightly holding his wrist.

“If,” Caelus added, “you can beat me in a game.”

“...oh,” Aventurine couldn’t deny he was impressed. When did Caelus get so bold? Not that he disliked it or anything, but it certainly did something to the chemistry of his brain. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” Caelus nodded, letting go of Aventurine’s hand and resting his own over his hips. “But! If you can’t, then I will tickle you instead.”

This was getting interesting. To think Caelus would deny his money for a game… “If you want to play, my friend, then I'm more than happy to be your opponent, but I will need you to state the terms more clearly,” Aventurine mused, sitting back down and crossing one knee over the other, “I can’t join a game if I don’t know the rules, after all.”

“Hmm… just one round,” Caelus explained, gazing into the distance as he tried to think. He was slowly starting to regret just suggesting it without thinking twice. “A-and the winner gets to… tickle the other for as long as he wants. Sounds good, no?”

“Hahah, it does, my friend,” Aventurine laughed, amused. He was thinking of a couple of minutes for that amount of money, but Caelus’s offer proved to be even better. “Still, one question remains: what game are we playing? Poker? Roulette? Baccarat?”

Caelus's eyes widened. He should’ve really thought about it before.

He had nearly zero experience in that kind of game - he just came in contact with it recently thanks to Aventurine, who always managed to sneak a round or two while they hung out together. Still, those times were enough for him to know that Aventurine was incredibly lucky and never - or, at least, rarely - lost.

If they were to play something like that, Caelus knew he didn’t stand a chance. He needed to turn the tides in his favor. Unless…

“Poker. A round of poker will do, right?”

“Mhm,” Aventurine nodded, taking off his glasses, “I think I have a spare game in my room. Would you accompany me, my friend? We can play there and… let the victor enjoy his prize there as well, away from the curious eyes, hm?”

“S-sounds good,” Caelus chirped, hoping his plan would work out…

…

How?

Aventurine looked at the cards in his hands and at the ones Caelus just showed him. It didn’t make sense, he could swear Caelus was bluffing just now and-

“W-woah, beginners’ luck! Hahah,” Caelus giggled brightly, letting himself fall back in Aventurine’s bed, enjoying the comfort of the soft mattress. “I could swear I was going to lose that, you looked so scary!”

“B-but…” Aventurine muttered, slowly taking off his glasses and double checking the cards: an ace, a king, a queen, a jack and a ten. Royal Flush. A perfect victory for mr. Stellaron. “H-how did you get this hand?!”

“Hm?” Caelus muttered, lifting his body and supporting it on his elbows as he looked at the blonde. “I was just lucky, I guess.” He moved his shoulders slightly, shrugging at it. Aventurine pressed his lips shut, his hands clenching at the bedsheets.

He couldn’t believe that outcome. Was Caelus actually an experienced player all this time? Did he fail to notice something? Just as Aventurine was about to start to overthink, his eyes caught a glimpse of Caelus throwing the cards away, shoving them off the bed.

“Cae-”

“So,” the guy positioned himself between Aventurine’s legs, resting his hands over his knees. His face, inches apart from the blonde’s, had a smirk instead of his friendly smile playing on his lips. “Do I get to enjoy my prize now?”

Aventurine widened his eyes in realization. “W-well, I- hngh!”

A strangled squeal left his mouth before he could voice any concern. Aventurine quickly eyed Caelus’s hands squeezing his legs, just above his knee caps. His touch felt almost electric, the sensation running from where Caelus’s fingers touched him straight up to his brain.

Aventurine jerked his legs, throwing himself back in a vain attempt to escape the other man’s touch. Caelus seemed amused and, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was about to pay the price for losing their bet, he would be flustered by the sight.

“Oh, so you are ticklish!” Caelus cheered, crawling a little closer to Aventurine and cornering him against the soft mountain of pillows behind his back. “I wasn’t so sure about it because of how quickly you agreed to play.”

“C-Caelus, wait a sec- aAHAH!” An uncharming, loud cackle echoed around the bedroom when Caelus grabbed Aventurine by his waist, pulling the blonde a little closer. “I-I wahahant another- ahAHAh, r-round!”

“No happening,” Caelus smirked, his fingers slowly picking up the pace and starting to wiggle against Aventurine’s sides, fiddling with the thin, delicate fabric of Aventurine’s shirt.

Caelus’s touch was curious, fitting for someone who was treating that moment as some sort of experiment. The idea of Aventurine being ticklish didn’t really cross his mind until the man himself inquired about it.

Beginning to dig into Aventurine’s lower sides, Caelus couldn’t help but let out small gasps of surprise when the other’s reaction exceeded his expectations. “Heheh, is Churin a little ticklish right heeeere? ~” He cooed, his hands taking turns between poking and clawing, covering all the extent from Aventurine’s hips to his lowest set of ribs with gentle, playful tickles.

And, for the Amber Lord, how much it tickled. Barely seconds having his body touched like that were enough to make Aventurine’s facade crumble. Added to the tickling, the teasing made his cheeks flush, contrasting the color of his golden hair. “S-slohohow dahAHAHAWN!!” He whined, gritting his teeth while hoping it would help him control his reactions.

But it didn’t.

Each poke and each stroke sent a new wave of that funny feeling - not exactly pain nor pleasure, but something that made his stomach swirl with butterflies and his head spin, leaving Aventurine laughing and euphoric.

Caelus, who had already made himself comfortable in Aventurine’s lap by that time, was also surprised, yet amused. Maybe it was thanks to the drinks the blonde had earlier, but tickling Aventurine was rather… easy. Not because of how ticklish he was, but there was almost… no resistance. “Churin,” Caelus cooed, almost pouting as if he was disappointed, “why are you not fighting back? Do you just want me to keep tickling you that bad? ~”

Of course, the only answer he could get out of Aventurine at that point was him shaking his head frantically. Still, if he would dare to speak the truth, maybe he wouldn’t deny the accusation so promptly. “C-CahAHAhaelus!! W-wahahait a sec- ahAHa, s-second!” He pleaded, struggling to keep up with the energetic pace of the other’s hands, that seemed to flee from one spot to the other.

In a moment, Caelus was pinching Aventurine’s waist, making his legs kick out in reflex and throw any remaining cards off the mattress. Then, if he tried to reach for those nimble hands and stop them, they would quickly move to his stomach, poking around his navel in a way that made Aventurine whine in his laughter.

If Aventurine, after that, tried to suck in his stomach and curl up to defend his poor, ticklish body, Caelus’s hands would climb up his ribs, clawing at them and playing them as some sort of loud, but - according to Caelus - somehow cute, instrument. Of course, trying to stop his hands there would inevitably end with Caelus tickling Aventurine’s underarms, prodding and vibrating his fingers into that soft spot and making the blonde literally shriek, turning his cheeks even redder.

All this was happening too fast, cycling over and over before Aventurine could get used to any of that.

“AHAhahah, p-plehehease!” Aventurine laughed, weakly tapping at the back of Caelus’s arms, “I c-cahan’t breheh- eheh, breathe!” He gasped, feeling small tears of mirth clinging onto his lashes and hanging on the corner of his eyes.

Aeons, why did he even agree with such terms in the first place?

Maybe because he was blinded by the confidence in his trust and didn’t properly consider the negative outcome - which was clearly proving itself to be more than he could handle. Maybe he, indeed, allowed the alcohol to get the best of him and his rational side ended up left in reality.

Or, last but not least, his crush for Caelus made him stupid enough to think he would be able to handle getting tickled. After all, besides him, Caelus was also smiling, laughing and even trying to tease him with that silly nickname he came up with during one of the nights they hung out.

Well, whatever it may be, the fact was that Aventurine was also ticklish. Perhaps even more than Caelus. And letting himself simply get tickled like that… definitely wasn’t the best of his ideas.

“What’s wrong, Chu~ rin~?” Caelus mumbled, finally showing the blonde some mercy and, instead of restlessly ravaging his torso, changing his hands’ motion to just some light squeezing on Aventurine’s sides. “Does it tickle a lot?”

“I-it dohohohes!” He groaned, his rest resting tiredly against the pillows. His cheeks were already feeling a tad sore and Aventurine couldn’t remember the last time he laughed so much. “C-Cahahaelus, you- hnngh, ah! C-c’mohohon!”

“No no no,” Caelus teased with a grin, not letting Aventurine get too comfortable as he shifted his focus back to his ribs. “I won the bet fair and square! And I want to tickle you more!”

He sounded like a spoiled brat acting like that - not that Aventurine didn’t enjoy spoiling him rotten whenever they went shopping, but this request in particular was just too hard to attend! “J-just- ahAHaha, just a breheheak! You can t-tihihickle m- ahAhAHA, I wahAhahasn’t done tahahalking!”

Caelus stuck his tongue out while grinning cheekily, moving his hands to tickle Aventurine under his arms again. The terms were clear, there was no room for negotiating breaks or things like that now. Caelus was having just too much fun with this new fancy squeaky toy to consider a break.

Whether or not it was possible to die inside a dream, Aventurine felt like he was going to find out the answer really soon if he didn’t get Caelus to stop. His limbs, already weakened, couldn't do much against the restless fingers roaming and tickling his body, making his head spin - probably because of the lack of air.

Then, with what seemed to be one last desperate attempt of saving himself, Aventurine tugged at Caelus’s jacket, pulling him with all the strength he had left. He wasn’t exactly sure what he would do after that, but as long as it gave him a break, it should be enough.

What followed, whoever, seemed to be another episode of Aventurine’s luck saving his skin. As Caelus planted his hands against the bedpost to avoid crashing into Aventurine, something slipped out of his sleeve. Judging by mr. Stellaron’s desperate expression, that was…

“...a-a card?” Aventurine mumbled, holding the card between his fingers.

“W-what?!” Caelus squeaked, nervous and not-suspicious-at-all. “H-how did it end up there? Hahah…”

Aventurine smirked and a chuckle escaped his lips. He tossed the card aside and couldn’t help but to laugh a little louder. “Ah, my friend… you never fail to amaze me, do you?”

Cheating.

Right, how did he not think about something like that earlier? It probably happened when he was too distracted by Caelus’s clumsy and cute card shuffling tricks to notice that the cards that “accidentally” fell off the bed didn’t return to the stack.

When Aventurine sighed, done laughing at the picture that just formed inside his head, he looked up to meet Caelus’s gaze, filled with anxiety and fear. “S-so… you’re not mad?”

“Of course not, my friend,” Aventurine smiled, cupping one of Caelus’s cheeks. “Remember? ‘Go ahead, use me as you wish, even stab me in the back when you see fit. Exploitation and treachery are simply tools of the trade’... and so is cheating, I suppose.”

Caelus sighed in relief, making the mistake to already jump to the conclusion that his actions wouldn’t have consequences. Of course, he was wrong.

Aventurine moved his hands down, from Caelus’s cheek to his shoulder, and pushed the guy back, making him fall back-first in the mattress. “But, my friend, you forgot that I don’t make deals that don’t pay off.”

“C-Churin, wait a sehEHEHCOND!” Caelus cackled, quickly shooting his arms down and pressing them against his body when Aventurine tickled his armpits. “AHAHA- I’M SOHOHORRY!”

“Hm? What for?” Aventurine tilted his head, faking a confused expression as he savored both the taste of revenge and sound of Caelus’s laughter, along with the feeling of having him giggling under his touch. “I need you to elaborate, my friend, loud and clear. What are you sorry for?”

“F-For cheheheating! AhAHAah, C-Chuhuhurin!” Caelus squealed, his voice cracking slightly when Aventurine’s other hand began to target his waist, making him trash and giggle like a little kid.

Unlike Caelus, Aventurine wasn’t so energetic or nimble when it came to tickling. Instead, he was going to spot after spot, making sure to put them through some extensive testing and enjoying how each of them made Caelus laugh differently.

Tickling Caelus under his arms would make him cackle loudly and, sometimes, even make his laughter go quiet. Down to his ribs and side, Caelus’s reactions were less extreme, but it was still so easy to get him laughing and squirming around - it also made him look the cutest in Aventurine’s opinion.

His favorite one, so far, were his thighs. As Aventurine sat on top of Caelus’s knees, his hands could claw and pinch at every inch of Caelus’s thighs. Tickling him there was surprisingly fun since he would try to reach for Aventurine's hands, only to fall back in a fit of laughter when he noticed he couldn’t reach them. Of course, it was also the perfect chance to tease and touch him there.

While putting all his body through a test, Aventurine also managed to squeeze a couple secrets out of Caelus, getting to know even more than he first planned to. “Sigh, so you planned cheating in our game from the very beginning, my friend?”

“Y-yehehes!” Caelus cried out softly, giggling tiredly as Aventurine’s thumbs dug deep into the sides of his legs. “B-but thahahahat’s all! I prohoHOhomise!”

“My, ‘that’s all’? Of course it is, it’s everything we did today, my friend. And you were cheating the whole game!” Aventurine feigned an offended tone, sneaking one hand under Caelus’s leg to pinch the back of his thigh while the other pinched his knee cap. “Since you’re so eager about my games, maybe it’s time for you to learn how we deal with cheaters in the casino ~”

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aphrodite1288 · 3 years

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✨👑Hello Queens 👑✨

Well because it's still KaiSoo day, January 13th hasn't ended yet! I want y'all to enjoy last minutes of Kaisoo day while reading this mini fic to warm your chilly January 13th's night. Til we meet again same day next year 😉

I made something for y'all as a KaiSoo day present 💝🎁 🎂🐧❤️🐻

It's the behind story of what happened on Ksoo's Birthday..

As I told y'all my friend told me January 12th was the chilliest night in Seoul,that's when Ksoo told y'all to wear thick paddings to which Jongin complied.. remember?

Someone went in the chilliest night of January as you can see in the picture below, to pick up his boyfriend from his filming set around the ungodly first hours of January 12th 😉🌨️❄️❤️

It wasn't snowing that heavily in Seoul that day but let's say it was heavily snowing outside of Seoul where Ksoo's filming set is. For the fic sake 🤗

January 12th, the chilliest day of the month so far, it's -6°C, around 01:20 am.. the snow is piling up around him, Ji has been waiting in his car for almost an hour and a half past midnight, with the birthday cake he brought from the cake shop three hours ago from Seoul, he drove the fastest he could to arrive on time to be the 1st one to tell his Ksoo "Happy birthday" exactly on 00:00, now it's 1:20am, the cake started to melt because of the car heater he's using which isn't doing much the job because he feels like, in one more hour, he would die frozen.

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The car is foggy and he can barely see outside through the glass ... He regretted not sipping a cup of wine to keep him warm like Ksoo always advised him, but he couldn't because of his stupid diet, now he is freezing and can't feel his toes, StoOpid diet!

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After what he felt like eternity, he finally got a text from Ksoo..

After finishing the scene perfectly for the 14th time already, he asked the director for a pause because he had to do something important, to which the director didn't really allow at first but after 10 minutes of begging and insisting from Ksoo's side, the PD-nim and the staff finally agreed on letting him have 30 minutes pause, which was too much considering their hectic filming schedule, they normally only have 5 minutes breaks. But they didn't know why Ksoo insisted it to be 30 minutes, but it seemed urgent and very important so they let him be.

Once he left the main set entrance, he turned on the left, walked for few minutes and went straight to the hidden spot behind that big tree where Ji always parks his car to meet him up and bring him coffee during his coffee breaks which now became their 5 minutes-break dates. He found the back BMW and the snow almost reached the wheels, he can barely walk himself through the piling snow 🌨️❄️🌨️❄️🌨️❄️🌨️❄️🌨️

After a huge effort of walking through the heavy snow, his clothes are all white and covered with it, oh and he forgot his coat in the filming set van, he was literally freezing, he reached the car and knocked on the window glass, only to see that Ji was wrapped in a blanket sleeping soundly like a baby angel, and the melted birthday cake is on the passenger seat..

He felt his heart clenching at the sight, and guilt filled up his guts, it's 2:14am now, and he feels so awful and terrible, "I don't deserve him" he mumbled scolding himself. A tear dropped down his right cheek and he opened the car door and moved the melted cake to the back and sat on the passenger seat next to Jongin, he couldn't help but caress his boyfriend's now reddish cheeks, he's so glad to see that Ji is warmer now, because the heater in the car is at the maximum temperature, he couldn't mind less, he was freezing too and he forgot his coat!

He didn't notice that his finger tips are that frozen that he woke Ji up while caressing his face, the latter fidgeted in his sleep and opened his eyes at the cold touch.

Ji found his lover right in front of his face with sparkly eyes, was he crying?

"Ksoo.."

Before he could say anything, Ksoo closed the distance between them and he melted at the feathery brush of their lips, a cute peck turnt into a passionate kiss, and into a heated sloppy tongue play..

He didn't notice he kicked the blanket away, because he is so hot and hard now that he no longer needed the damn blanket or the car heater.

Before anything else could happen, thankfully, Ksoo decided to stop, because you never know what to expect to happen.. so better save their asses before someone sees them.

"I'm sorry baby, are u cold? " Ksoo asked while scanning Ji's face, the latter was looking down at his crotch.

"Ji answer me" Ksoo said after not getting a response from his boyfriend.

"Uh.. No, I'm not. I'm actually hot and HARD!" He lifted his head from his crotch.

"Oh! Ah! Oh! Jesus Christ! Oops! I'm sorry!" Ksoo looked down and was shocked to see the well built tent 🎪 in his Boyfriend's sweat-pants.

"Omg they only gave me 30 minutes! Oh and 15 minutes has passed ! Can't imagine we spent 15 minutes kissing! Omg we only have 15min now! How, uh, do u think we can solve this very big problem around your crotch in this tight period of time?" Ksoo asked panicking..

Before Ji could give an answer, Ksoo's phone ringed thrice and his face dropped before he picked up, it was the PD-nim..

"Hello? Yes PD-nim? I believe I still have more than 10 minutes??" Ksoo said defensively.

"Oh yeah! I know. I just called to say that we will continue tomorrow, it's freezing now and everyone is getting cold in their thin costumes also the snow has piled up around everyone's cars and if we add one more hour we won't be Able to move our cars or even open the main gate, So we'll have to call the authorities and blah blah you know, so there's no need for all of this, I dismiss you Ksoo, tomorrow at 7pm we start okay! Because only the night scenes are left so we have to film during the night. And your sequence is the last, so it's okay if you come a little bit later than the others. So yeah you have a whole day to rest and rehearse your scene for tomorrow, have a goodnight oh and Happy Birthday! Everyone here wanted to wish you a happy birthday but you went out running before they could catch you and tell you hahaha! Okay have a great day birthday boy! I allow you to come later than all of the cast because it's your birthday 😉 but 8pm max! " the director said in a teasing yet warning tone.

"Are you sure it isn't just because my scene is the last in the sequence?? Hahahah but okay thank you so much PD-nim and thank you for the birthday wishes. See you tomorrow at 8pm then 😉"

He put his phone down and jumped at Ji choking him with his tight hug.

"Aaaaah!! The director dismissed me and the whole cast! We will be back until tomorrow night! We have a whole day to take care of your panty problem 😉" he winked teasingly at his boyfriend before giving him a sloppy kiss.

"I love you Jongin" he said with full seriousness in his tone this time.

"I love you too, Happy Birthday, I wanted to be the first one to tell you that but-" Ji informed while looking down kinda sad he isn't the first one to wish his boyfriend a happy bday , but was cut off again with a passionate kiss from Ksoo.

"You are!" Ksoo informed him, hearts in his eyes while staring deep at his soul.

"What?!" Ji exclaimed.

"You are the first one to wish me a happy birthday Jongin!" He said a big smile on his heart shaped lips Ji grew to adore and couldn't take his eyes off of them.

"Really?" He said while still staring deep at Ksoo's rosy lips and hugging him around the waist.

"Jongin my face is here! Hahaha look at me !" Ksoo hit Ji's chest and moved his hand to lift Ji's chin up to look him in the eyes.

"Jongin I guess we should drive now before the snow blocks the wheels completely! Also you want to rush and drive as fast as you can for us to take care of the problem between your thighs " Ksoo winked yet in a warning tone.

"Okay! I'll start the engine. But hey where's your coat? Oh and your nose is so red you're freezing! Ksoo did you come to me without your coat?? Have you gone nuts? And you walked though the piles of snow that reached your legs? So your legs must be wet now and freezing! Oh God Ksoo you're gonna catch a cold and you're gonna spend your birthday in bed and you will give me the flue and we'll stay in bed with our fevers and coughs and our noses running and we won't find someone to go buy us medics and make us hot tea! My mom is not in the city! She won't be here for us like last year! When that happened remember?? Ugh take my jacket I'm not cold and oh take the blanket wrap it around you it will keep you warm, and let's fetch your coat tomorrow, we can't drive to the set now, the snow is literally blocking the gate also I think everyone left. " Ji half whined half advised while putting the blanket around his boyfriend. He tucked him in and kissed his reddish nose.

"Well that's the disadvantage of having our birthdays in January !" Ksoo said before kissing jongin back ok the nose.

Jongin started the engine and drove away, the cake in the back seat completely melted and forgotten.

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yutahoes · 3 years

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3Bs Project #2 : Band Member

3Bs are known as the three male professions that women should avoid to date in Japan: a biyoushi (hairstylist), a band member, and a bartender.

pairing : band bassist! Yuta Nakamoto x band leader’s sister! Y/N

word count : 3.3k words

genre : fluff, angst

summary : Band members break your heart but bassists crush them.

warning : alcohol, character death, cheating

taglist: @ailoveyuta @aiforyuu @yutazen01 @2-3-t-i @cosmiclatte28 @readers-posts @ytzvivi @onefoureightfive

I don’t have anything against band members and bassists. I also don’t condone cheating or any sort. This is inspired by Shut Up Flower Boyband. The band leader, Y/N's brother, doesn't have a name in this fic. He's also not a NCT member. You'll find out why.

“Thank you and goodnight!” the lead singer of the band shouted that made the girls in the audience scream their lungs out. The other members just smiled at the overwhelming reaction that their fans had given them, liking the atmosphere that the underground club had given them. Once the boys went off the stage, female audiences were swarming around making Johnny, the playboy of the group, delighted.

Taeyong, Jaehyun, and, Yuta weren’t interested in these things so they decided to grab a drink and just watch the other members interact with their fans. “At this rate, we might not go home with leader-nim again.” Taeyong joked that made Yuta laugh.

Their silent pianist suddenly smiled. "Look, he fished someone already." Jaehyun noted while pointing at the band vocalist who was hugging a girl. Yuta did a double look at the girl, she's really pretty. This girl is their crazy leader's fangirl?

"Hyung, who's the girl with leader hyung?" Mark, the maknae, asked.

Taeyong drank on his glass, taking all the liquor. "Y/N." He stated. "His sister." Of course, Taeyong would know that considering that he and the leader of the group were childhood friends.

The guy in question came to the table. "Guys, my sister." He introduced. Johnny was about to shake hands with the girl when the other spits on his hand. "No touching."

Y/N giggled then bowed at the guys. "Hi, I'm Y/N." She introduced with a smile. Yuta looked around the guys, do they hear his heartbeat? "Annyeong Taeyong oppa." She greeted with a wave. And suddenly Yuta wanted to be Taeyong. What's happening to him?

"Annyeong, I'm Mark!" The maknae greeted brightly that made Y/N laugh.

"You play the guitar earlier. You're so amazing." She complimented that made the youngest beam widely. "All of you are amazing and handsome." Yuta didn't know why but when they had eye contact, the girl just smiled at her and he was cursing himself for looking like a fool.

Something inside Yuta changed when he met her, he was looking forward to every performance just to see her but go home feeling defeated. He tried hinting to their leader that he wanted to see his sister but as crazy as he is, he wouldn't let the girl to their gigs.

Until the start of classes arrived. Even if Yuta is active as a member of a band, he's still a college student and education should be his priority. He was famous at school, being a cold city guy every girl likes. He would always be seen seated by the window, wearing his earphones just like now. He didn't bother much when the seat next to him moved but removed his earphones when the teacher came in. "Oh new student, welcome!" The teacher greeted, looking at his seatmate. He took a glance and was surprised.

"Neh. I'm Y/N, please take care of me." She said then bowed at her classmates. Yuta's heart has been doing flips, they're in the same class? Now, he has a reason to stay at school. The flips had been going crazy when he realized that they're so close to each other that he could feel the heat of her skin.

"Nakamoto Yuta!" The teacher called that made him surprise. "Present but mentally absent, are we Mr. Nakamoto?"

He bowed at the teacher then glanced at his seatmate once again. "You're the guitarist from my brother's band, right?" He nodded which made her smile. "What a coincidence."

What's happening to him? Now, his stomach is churning. Is he nervous? Without any word, he left the classroom to run outside. He didn't care if this has detention written all over it but he can't stay close to her. His heart will go haywire if he stays too close. "You're in love," Jaehyun claimed then hung up the phone. The other three: Taeyong, Mark, and Johnny all muttered the same thing. Is he really in love?

"You should ask her out." their leader suggested. Of course, Yuta didn't tell the older that it was his sister they're talking about. "Get yourself a girlfriend, kiddo!" He suggested then hung up. Why does everybody end their calls suddenly? And does he really look that desperate?

The class ended when he came back in the classroom but Y/N was still sitting there, writing. He was busy admiring her that when she stood up that made them both surprised. "What happened to you? The teacher was asking where you have been."

Yuta was blank. 'I'm out asking my friends what's happening with my heart whenever I see you.' Should he tell her that? "I'm not feeling well, I went to the clinic."

She nodded. "Are you alright now?" She asked that made him nod. "We have an assignment. Here." She said then gave him a piece of paper. "I'll get going. See you later Yuta-shii."

"Wait," Yuta called which made her turn back at him. "Do you want to have lunch together?" Y/N gave him a curious look. "So that we can do the assignment together."

The girl just smiled then nodded. "I'll see you at the cafeteria."

This is bad. If her brother knows that they’re eating lunch like this, he will kill him. But then, it’s just lunch. And it’s not his fault that they’re in the same class. Maybe it’s destiny playing things on him. The simple lunch turned into endless lunches together and since they share the same class, they spend more time together. Students on campus were all saying that they look good together, even calling them the ‘power couple’ but she would always shrug them off and say that Yuta and her are just friends.

Yeah, just friends. For now.

His bandmates had no idea that he's hanging out with her. They just knew that he likes someone, a classmate, because of all the love songs he had written for the band. And he planned to not tell them about her and him. If there even is a her and him.

It was that day, at the coffee shop, with their books sprawled in front of them when a sunbae approached them asking for her number. He was in a school band, Yuta remembers. "Oh, I'm sorry sunbae. I'm not interested in band members." She answered without even looking up from her book. The sunbae left but Yuta kept on looking at her. That hurts.

"What?" She asked when she looked at him. Yuta shook his head. This is really just plain friendship, he's sure of that. But why? Her brother is a band member, why isn't she interested? "Yuta, just ask your question. Are you having trouble?" She leaned closer to check his book, creating a small distance between their faces.

But he likes her. So much. All he can ever think is her. And all those songs, they were for her. His confessions that he cannot tell her. Can he even tell her his feelings? "What's wrong with dating a band member?" Y/N glanced at him and he took every ounce of self-control not to kiss her there and then.

"Rockstars break your heart." He felt a bullet on his chest. It's ironic now, a wannabe rockstar has his heartbroken. "That is what oppa always says and my parents are the best example of that."

He heard about the story of their parents from Taeyong. Their dad was a bassist of a band and he chose his dream, leaving his wife and children. Their mom killed herself because of loneliness, leaving the two kids alone in life. Now, he understands where she's coming from. It must really be painful for her.

Yuta stared at her for a while. There's still something that he can do. "But your brother hasn't broken your heart yet."

"I'm going to kill him if he..."

"I'm not going to break your heart." He quickly regretted the words coming out of his mouth. Fuck, this is a confession.

He held his breath when she stared at him, the curve of her lips curling up. "We'll see."

Yuta was hopeful at her reaction. She didn't say no, not even rejecting the idea of the two of them together. They kept on hanging out, every single time, and when she came to one of their gigs, they had to pretend that nothing was going on between them. Which is entirely impossible because of the small smiles and the light hand brushing whenever they would stand next to each other.

"That was a great song," Y/N commented after singing one of their newer songs. "It's my first time hearing about it."

Jaehyun chuckled then pointed at Yuta. "He wrote that for his girlfriend."

"There's a girl in his school that hyung likes." Mark teased. "He's been really inspired lately."

Johnny chuckled then drank his beer. "Isn't she a transferee? You never actually told us her name."

Y/N chuckled then leaned closer to the referred guy. "I didn't know you have a girlfriend." Yuta gave her a knowing smile. "Is she pretty?"

"The prettiest." He whispered, "And I'll introduce her to you if she becomes my girlfriend." A smile was plastered on Y/N's face which was changed when she glanced at her brother. He was looking at the two of them. He knows.

Their bond became stronger. They had been inseparable at school, just at school. They're together during lunchtime or break, they sit next to each other at class. It was that one day, she was seated on the rooftop and he lay his head on her lap when he asked her to be his girlfriend and she said yes. It was quick that Yuta cannot believe it. They're together now. She's his girlfriend now.

"I promise to not break your heart, Y/N."

"Yuta, don't promise anything. Just do it." And he nodded, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the lips. It felt right, everything feels right. "What will we tell oppa?" Then it occurred to him, like being awakened from a wonderful dream. Her brother.

During one of their gigs, Yuta invited her to hear the song he made for her and she came to support the band. His eyes were on her the entire time and she would give him a smile whenever their eyes met. A gesture that the lead vocalist had noticed. When the band went to their table, Yuta sat beside Y/N and announced that they were indeed dating.

Taeyong was the first one who congratulated them, then Mark and Jaehyun. Johnny glanced at their leader who downed a glass of beer then smiled at the couple. Y/N lightly glanced at Yuta and he gave her a reassuring smile, holding her hand tight and not even letting go.

The days were fine, the whole campus seemed to rejoice at the thought of them together. Yuta was assured that everything is perfect. That was when he got a call after class, Y/N's brother. He was nervous, to say the least, but he knew he needed to talk with him. "Are you really dating my sister?" The crazy leader asked the moment he saw Yuta, which made the younger nod. "Do you love her?" Yuta nodded again. "Breakup with her."

"Hyung?"

"I don't want my sister to marry a band member like me or our dad." He knows that, the reason why he did everything to stop the girl from watching their gigs. But why? He can prove that he's different. "Sooner or later, you might hurt her." He stated that made Yuta surprised. "So just break up with her."

"Hyung, I love her more than my life. What makes you think that I could hurt her?"

The older stared at something in front of him as if seeing a ghost in the air. "You said before that the band matters to you more than anything in this world."

"I said that before I met her."

"How can that change because of my sister?"

"I love her." And he badly wanted him to see that.

"I also love her. She's my sister. But I will do everything to make sure that the band succeeds." The leader thoughtfully exclaimed. "I can only accept you as my brother-in-law if you make the band successful." Yuta smiled and was about to answer when the older raced him to talk. "Because by that time, all the fame will be in your head..." he said, his fingers like a gun pointing on Yuta's temple. "And you will forget about my sister."

Can he just punch this guy? Just one punch? How are he and Y/N siblings? "Yuta." The older one called. "Just make the band famous before I die." What the heck is he talking about?

The two were crossing the street when suddenly a black car overtook another car. Everything was fast, Yuta was in shock seeing the bloody leader lying on the streets. The crowd was gathering around them and the injured boy just smiled at his friend. "Do it, for me." Now, his mind is in chaos. Should he follow his heart or the crazy leader?

Yuta hated that he couldn't show himself to her and his bandmates as they grieved over the death of their friend. This guilt is killing him. This was all his fault. He should have saved him, he should be the one dead now. Not him. Y/N needs him. It broke his heart more seeing the girl he loves crying over the only family she had left and he can't do anything.

His plan was simple at first. He knew about the entertainment representative that has the hots for him, maybe flirt with her a little then let her know about the band. Once the band gets a little famous, find a new bassist and he'll leave them. Then maybe, just maybe, he can go back to her. Take care of her and build a new family with her.

But the girl is more cunning than he thought. After a series of drinks, he was knocked out black. His clothes were gone and the girl was naked beside him that made him curse angrily at himself. He needed to leave immediately, this isn't it. This is a bad idea.

He took a shower to remove the dirt he's feeling. What the fuck is wrong with him? Why is he doing these things? "Oh, Yuta. He's in the shower." He heard someone say and he quickly went out of the shower room although he's dripping wet. "I'll tell him you called, Y/N." Fuck! "She said she's the sister of your bandmate."

He quickly dialed her number, sitting on the bed, when he felt a hand on his chest. She picked up the phone but he was so distracted that he dropped it on the bed. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Don't tell me you didn't like this, Yuta. You were all over me last night." She kissed a spot on his chest as he moved away from her, covering his naked body with the blanket. "I'll make some calls and your band will play mainstream as you wanted. Just be mine."

He saw the phone blinked, a message from her. 'Please don't see me again.' He hated himself for breaking her heart like this. He doesn't deserve her. So this is indeed better.

Yuta's cheek was hurting when he came to see the boys, Johnny landed a punch on his face and Mark isn't even talking to him. "What happened to you, Yuta?" Taeyong asked but he just shrugged, Jaehyun handed him a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his lip. The bassist handed them a piece of paper that surprised Taeyong, a record deal from an entertainment agency. "What is this?"

"This was hyung's dying wish." Yuta said then gave them music sheets, "My final gift. Please make the band successful."

Mark stared at him in surprise. "Hyung, what? Are you leaving the band?"

He nodded then stood up, "I already told Lee Jeno to practice." Then he was out of the door. Out of the band. And out of all of this.

That was seven years ago. He quit the band, quit the entertainment circle, and just started doing some small business when Mark saw him once. "Hyung, it's our fifth debut anniversary. Can you come? I'm sure the other hyung wants to see you?" And Yuta just nodded, maybe everyone already moved on.

But he didn't. Especially seeing Y/N talking to Taeyong when he came into the club. Mark introduced Yuta to the new members, Taeil and Jeno. He awkwardly greeted the members of the band but it was Taeyong who greeted him warmly. "You remember Y/N, right?" The girl laughed then nodded at Taeyong, making Johnny scoff. Jaehyun even reminded that they used to date which surprised Jeno.

Yuta should have left after the party but he's here, seated by the bar and drinking his second glass of scotch. "Hi, Yuta." He hissed, how can he forget that voice? "Are you driving back? Maybe you should slow down on drinking." She even sat next to him. She moved on. But then, it was him who slept with another girl. He cheated on her. He broke her heart.

He turned to her and she was just staring at him. "You look better." He complimented and she giggled. Why is his heart beating crazy at that sound?

"You too." She said awkwardly. "How are you?" Yuta was about to answer when she continued, "I was surprised when Taeyong oppa told me about you quitting the band. What do you do now?"

"Small business, here and there." He answered curtly. “I realized I’m not set to be in a band.”

"I'm sorry Yuta." She whispered that made him surprised, why is she apologizing? It should be him. "Me and oppa ruined your dream."

He was surprised, ruined his dream? "It was I who broke your heart. I'm sorry."

Y/N shook her head, smiling. "I know why you did it, Taeyong told me.” She sighed. “And thank you, for making my brother’s wish come true.” He shook his head and she laughed. “It really does happen thrice, being in pain.” She said more to herself and he wanted to apologize for that but she smiled widely at him. “Band members really do break your heart but bassists crush it. That makes them hot."

Yuta had to laugh at that. “Do you have a thing with bassists?” She shook her head and was about to say something when her phone rang, excusing herself to answer it.

He lightly glanced at her but a glistening band on her finger captured his attention. Is she married? "Yeah, I'm here." She said then smiled at Yuta before glancing around. "Oh, I can see you. I'm by the bar." She dropped the call then turned to the person coming their way.

“Are you...?”

She nodded. “Two years ago.” Then she smiled warmly. “He picked up the broken pieces.” He did hurt her.

He watched as the girl he used to love went to another man's arm. She really did move on from him. "Yuta, this is my husband Ji Hansol." He greeted the guy and Y/N introduced him to Mark who called for Yuta. "Where are the others?"

"The backroom, noona." The younger answered and she excused herself and her husband to come and greet the other members. "Hyung," Mark called while laughing then hitting his shoulder. "Noona's husband looks like you."

"Maybe she hasn't moved on from you yet."

Yuta shook his head. She did. She looked happier now.

And he's not in the position to take her back, seeing how happy she is.

A girl leaned in the bar counter, asking for a drink from the bartender. "Hi, you look lonely." The girl whispered that made Yuta smirk. "I'm the bassist of the band earlier. Do you want to hang out?"

He started laughing to himself. Band members would break your heart but bassists crush it. Her words kept repeating on him. Yuta shook his head, politely declining the girl’s invitation.

He can’t bear to get his heart crushed once again.

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14 Days of Winter - Day 13: Christmas

KIM HAJOON'S JOURNAL ENTRY SUN, DEC 26TH, 2020. 02.05 GMT Apartment, West End. Kitchen

Alright... How do I begin...

It's...

Yeah. I'm writing this at 2 am. I'm sitting in Minjeong's airbnb (is it an airbnb? I think it is) kitchen.

She's asleep.

And...

And I can't sleep.

Because...

Shit...

Yeah I...

I had sex with her.

OKAY.

Shit I'm trembling.

Okay hang on. Hang on!

I'll start by recounting the day. The entire day. Yeah. That'll calm me down.

I woke up today, well... Minjeong woke me up. She...

She kissed me softly to wake me up. As my eyes flickered, the first thing I saw was her beautiful face. She was smiling, she was smiling so wide.

"Good morning, my Sunshine... Merry Christmas," that's what she said. (Yes, Journal-nim, my heart bursted out in an instant). "M–Morning, Minjeong... M–Merry Christmas!" was all I could stutter.

She giggled and walked to the kitchen. I noticed that she had prepared breakfast for us. I chuckled as I stood from the sofa and walked to join her.

"Hajoon-hyung, bab meogja!"

She said it again while giggling cutely. I guess it's our official catchphrase now. I smiled and instinctively hugged my new (read: first) girlfriend from behind. (Is she my girlfriend?)

That's when she gasped and jolted.

And that's when I realized.

Shit. My morning wood.

I released her immediately, panickedly. She turned and bit her lips, her face was full red, as was mine. Okay... Awkward!

"C–Come, l–let's eat!" I stammered loudly.

Thankfully, she giggled and nodded, sitting across the table. She prepared a simple sunny side up egg and some sausages, and we ate happily (I tried to ignore the fact that I had a raging boner hiding under the table).

"Where are you bringing me today, Oppa?" she asked me. "Well, it's Christmas, so I think we should check out the old City of London. Are you familiar with Leadenhall Market?" I asked her. She shook her head (as expected). "No. What is it? Some sort of market?" she asked.

I smiled.

"Kind of. Part of the Diagon Alley scene from the first Harry Potter movie was shot there!" I said, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?? We should totally go there!" she exclaimed, making me laugh. "Alright! We'll go there, and... To the surrounding areas, I guess..."

And... Off we went. We went to the beautiful Leadenhall Market. Even when almost not a single soul was there, it was still lively and colourful with all the Christmas decorations, and this time... I took my polaroid camera, so we snapped some pictures there, as well as some selfies together.

Correction: I took a lot of Minjeong's pics there, and she didn't mind, so...

We then moved on to Borough Market. Joseph, Ernest, Ryan, and I used to love going here to buy groceries and try some food, but this time most of the stalls were closed. Still, we could buy some delicious street food here (Minjeong loved the cheese raclette), before moving on to other places.

I took her to the Tower Bridge and the Tower of London (tower tour was closed today), we took the double decker bus, and we had lunch at a nearby fish and chips place that was still open (it was really good, Minjeong approved).

The entire day, Minjeong looked cheerful. She asked many questions about London, and I did my best to tell her everything I know about the city. She was just like an excited, cute little girl (well... Other than the fact she purchased a lot of things. Little girls don't have that kind of money), and I was more than happy to accompany this little girl.

I knew she was still sad over her shattered dream (not being able to record in Abbey Road), and I knew for sure she missed her three bandmates, but Minjeong tried her best to conceal it. Not once did she look sad, not once did she look gloomy. She was the perfect date, and our Christmas date was the perfect one.

As the sun was starting to set, we sat outside a coffee shop by the river Thames, enjoying our last tea time together, sipping our favourite lapsang souchong. We walked around town a little bit more, took a few photos, but I kept feeling that Minjeong was getting sadder and sadder.

We went to Camden to have dinner in a Thai restaurant called Blue Moon Cafe (It's my favourite Thai restaurant in London). We reached it, and (thank God) it was open. They even accepted dine-ins, only that our time was limited to 45 minutes after the food arrived and we had to eat outside. No problem. We ordered our food (Minjeong ordered a lot and insisted on paying), and we enjoyed some spicy Thai Christmas dinner, laughing and joking.

As we were halfway through our course, Minjeong suddenly looked up and stared at the sign above the restaurant's door. She giggled.

"What is it?" I asked her. She giggled further and shook her head. "No... It's... Fitting, isn't it? The restaurant's name," she said. I didn't follow. "W–What?" "Blue moon..."

I stared at her quizzically.

"Eh?" "Blue Moon, silly! Are you familiar with the phrase 'Once every blue moon'?" she asked me. "Yeah. Why?"

'Once every blue moon' means something that is incredibly rare to happen. But what does that have anything to do with us? As I stayed confused, Minjeong sighed and giggled again.

"It means it's very rare..." she said.

Then she grabbed my hand and stared at me. Now I got it.

"This... Us... It's very rare. It happens..." she started. "... Once every blue moon," I completed her sentence.

She nodded and smiled, then a naughty look flashed on her eyes.

"And I thought you're an art student..." she scoffed. "Ya! I'm a visual arts student! Not a poet! You're the songwriter!" I exclaimed.

We laughed, and soon we finished our dinner. We walked silently to the Underground station, took a train back to Chinatown, and walked back to her apartment.

Somehow, as the snowy Christmas night went, the realization that my time with the girl I love was coming to an end started to fill my head and heart, and somehow, at that moment, I kind of had an idea of why Minjeong was looking sadder and sadder as the day went on.

As we entered our apartment and settled on the sofa by the fireplace in the living room (sipping another cup of lapsang souchong. Gosh... We're addicted to this tea aren't we?), I decided to ask her. I wanted to ask her. I wanted her to open up to me.

"Minjeong-ah..." "Hm?"

I reached to grab her hand.

"Are you alright?" I asked gently.

She stared at me quizzically for a moment, then she nodded.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm here with you..." she said generously. I smiled, but I shook my head. "I... I don't know... I feel that you're maybe... Sad?" I tried.

Minjeong stared at me for a long moment. Then, she looked down and smiled, but I saw her rubbing her eyes, probably to wipe some tears out of her eyes.

"It's... I don't know... It's just..." she stuttered, then she added, "Sorry, Oppa..." "It's alright... You can tell me," I said.

She looked up, smiled beautifully, then sighed.

"It's just... I feel like I'm always... Making mistakes," she whispered. I raised an eyebrow. "Mistakes?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah... I... I was supposed to come here with the girls, but I made a mistake with the dates and missed the flight. I then got quarantined with you... And... And I fell in love with you... And then... Then... Tomorrow I'm..."

So I was right. She felt the same thing. She looked down, and I knew she was crying. I scooted nearer to her and flung my arm across her shoulder.

"Minjeong..." I whispered. She rested her head on my chest and started sobbing. "I... I d–don't want to leave, Oppa... I... Why do I have to leave right after I've found my love?" she sobbed sorrowfully.

My heart broke seeing her like this. I needed to do something. I stayed silent for a while as I formulated my words in my head. When the time was right, I brushed away the tears from Minjeong's eyes and gently took her tiny hand in mine.

"Minjeong-ah... Look at me..."

I was greeted by the sight of her red, swollen eyes as I brought a hand up to cup her cheek.

"These... Things that happened to you... You missed your flight, got quarantined with me and fell in love with me. I don't see them as mistakes. You know what I see them as?"

Minjeong sniffled and shook her head. (SHE'S SO CUTE!)

I smiled and placed my forehead against hers.

Alright, Journal-nim. This has to be the COOLEST SHIT I've ever said to ANYONE:

"Fate. Everything that happened to the two of us led to us getting together. It was God's plan all along for us to be with each other. Sure, the route to our relationship was... Shitty for you, but to me, I feel that ever since I first talked to you, I'm the luckiest man in the whole world. I am eternally grateful to have someone as adorable as you in my life."

Minjeong was starting to smile a little... So I took that as a sign for me to keep going.

"Every day feels like heaven with you, Minjeong, you never fail to make me smile, make me laugh... And we were in a frickin' quarantine! Honestly, if it weren't for your so-called 'mistakes', I couldn't imagine being quarantined for 10 days, Savoy or no Savoy..."

Minjeong sniffled again, but a smile was breaking on her face.

"You'll probably just spend your days doing your thesis and drawing stuff..." she whispered. I smiled. "But above all that... If it weren't for your mistakes, I... I would never have met you," I said sincerely.

Minjeong stared at my eyes, and I stared at hers. A smile was etched on her adorable, tiny face.

"Now that I think about it... I wouldn't want you to not make those mistakes..." I said.

Minjeong let out a small giggle and squeezed my hand.

Happy Minjeong was coming back.

"Yeah... I... I'll redo those mistakes all over again to meet you..." she whispered with a big smile.

I chuckled and brushed a stray hair out of her face.

"Do you see it now, Minjeong?"

She nodded her head.

"So everything that happened was...?" I quizzed her. "Fate." "Repeat it again." "Everything that happened was fate." "Again." "Everything that happened was fate." "Again."

She laughed and slapped my arm.

"How many more times?"

I smiled and kissed her forehead.

"As many times as it takes to get it into that adorable head of yours."

Her smile said it all as she lovingly planted her lips on mine. We kissed for a few seconds, then she pulled back and stared deeply into my eyes.

"I love you Oppa..." she whispered. "I love you too Minjeong," I whispered back.

We kissed again. We kissed passionately, lovingly... Lustfully. Her tiny hands reached up to caress my cheeks, and mine slipped from her shoulders to her arms, then to her slim waist. I could feel her breath mixing in with mine.

I didn't know why... I still don't know...

But for some reason...

It felt right.

Her hands slipped down to my chest, rubbing my sweater. My heart beat picked up as she moved her hands further down, resting them on my laps, before slowly creeping nearer to my crotch.

"M–Minjeong..." I stuttered.

She smiled and looked at me. She didn't have to say it, and I understood.

She wanted me.

As if in slow motion, we undressed each other. Minjeong took off my sweater, and I took off hers. She unbuckled my pants, and I pulled her leggings down, revealing her thin, smooth legs. She pulled my pants and let it fall on the carpeted floor. I took off her t-shirt, and she took off mine... And soon...

We...

We were both in our underwear.

We stared at each other's body. Minjeong's body was thin. So thin, in fact. I could see her ribs protruding from beneath her skin. Her tits were small, just the way I liked it. But big or small, it doesn't matter. It was Minjeong... I still wanted her.

"Oppa..." she whispered breathlessly. "Minjeong..."

She lunged forward and buried her face on mine. Her tongue entered my mouth and started twisting inside. My boner was uncontrollable. It was poking her abs, but she didn't seem to care. My hands reached up, and I did the one thing I had been wanting to do since the eighth day we were together...

I grabbed her cute, plump butt.

She didn't react, so I became emboldened. I squeezed her butt deliciously. The image of her butt-cheek-spreading dance played vividly in my mind as I continued to knead her butt. She grasped my hair, ruffling it hungrily.

Alright. Time out. After this point, I'm about to describe... My sexual experience with one Kim Minjeong.

In details.

So... Yeah. Brace yourself.

Shit. I should buy a 19+ sticker to label you, Journal-nim.

Her kisses slipped down to my jaw, then to my neck, then to my collarbone, then to my bare chest. She continued snaking all the way down to my abs, then stopped just before she reached my crotch. Minjeong looked up, smiled naughtily, and placed her fingers on the edges of my boxer.

"M–Minjeong..." was all I could say. "Oppa... May I?" she asked.

My heart was thumping, but somehow, I nodded confidently. She smiled and gently pulled my boxer down, making my cock swing out, hitting her straight on face. She closed her eyes and recoiled, but then she giggled and opened her eyes.

Journal-nim...

If she was shocked, she didn't show it, but I saw her eyes widening slightly at the sight of my manhood. Probably it was because her face and head was so tiny, but my penis looked longer and bigger than usual. She looked up, straight at my eyes, and I was breathlessly anticipating what she was about to do.

Without words and with trembling hands, she grabbed my cock with her tiny hand. Then her other hand, and I realized there was still so much of my cock left. She giggled and I chuckled, both having the same thought (or so I thought), but not wanting to say it.

"M–Minjeong..."

She started...

Shit. How should I write this?

Ah. Fuck it.

She jerked me off.

"M–Min–Minjeong! A–Ah..."

At least that's what I thought the words coming from my mouth were. In truth, my mind was blurry. I couldn't remember precisely what was happening. All I knew was that I had never felt anything as pleasurable as that in my entire 21 years of life, and we were only getting started.

Minjeong's strokes started slow, but then she picked up pace. She started jerking my cock off with her tiny, smooth hands faster and faster, and I felt my body trembling. I looked down, and I saw that she had opened her mouth. She stuck out her tongue.

And it was SO LONG.

The next moment... She...

She licked my cock. Slowly, sexily, from the balls to the tip. I squirmed. I closed my eyes. I didn't know what happened next, only that I felt an intense tingling sensation around my cock, and soon I felt it becoming wetter and wetter. I felt her tongue twisting and twirling around my cock, like...

Like a snake.

It all happened in a flash. The next moment, I felt a warm sensation, so I opened my eyes and looked down, and found Minjeong had already devoured the entirety of my cock. She put the entire 9-inches of me inside her tiny mouth, and somehow it fit perfectly. I could feel her lips clasping around my shaft. With that, she started bobbing her head up and down.

"M–Minjeong! M–Min... M–Min... J–J–Jeong!" I moaned.

I could hear her gagging. I could see tears leaking from her eyes. I could feel the tip of my penis hitting the bottom of her throat. I wanted to push her away, I didn't want her to be in any sort of pain, and surely not a pain I inflicted, but she didn't look in pain. Her face was red, but she looked like she absolutely enjoyed it.

Instinctively, my hands reached up and grabbed her head gently. Minjeong let go of my penis and started closing her eyes, giving me my first oral sex ever, and I could already tell that it was the best ever. I didn't want anybody else to do it. I only wanted her.

After what felt like forever, right when my entire muscle and nervous systems were tensing beyond what I could imagine it could, she pulled back, gasping and choking, but smiling wide. My penis was coated with her saliva, and she kept drooling all over the sofa.

Fuck.

As I was still shell-shocked, Minjeong took off her bra, revealing her small, perky breasts with pink nipples. She stood up, and quickly peel off her panties. It was wet.

Correction: It was soaking wet.

Confusedly, silently, I watched as she reached my hand and pulled me up. She guided me into her room without words. I couldn't resist looking down, watching her cute butt as she walked in front of me, clutching my hand tightly, guiding me onto her bed.

"Minjeong..." I called her.

She turned and kissed me. I kissed her back, but I pushed her away the next second. She looked at me with a puzzled look.

"M–Minjeong... W–Wait. I..." "What is it, Oppa? Was I... Did you not enjoy it?" she asked me.

I shook my head.

"No–No. I–I... That was the best I've ever felt. I just..."

She reached up to cup my cheek.

"Then what is it?" she asked me.

I stared at her. I wanted her. I only wanted her. I had never done it before, and I do not plan to do it with any other person. No one else but her, Kim Minjeong. But how could I say it?

"What is it, Oppa?" she asked me.

Has she ever done it with anyone else?

"I... Are you sure?" was all I could say.

Her thumb played with my cheek. We stared at each other, and Minjeong bit her lips. She stared at my eyes with the most serious look I'd ever seen her up to that point. She took a deep breath and spoke.

"Hajoon-oppa... I... That... That was... My first sexual experience. I... I've never done anything like it before and... I know I've only known you for two weeks... But... Somehow... Somehow I..."

That was all I needed. That was the confirmation I waited for. I hugged her, and I kissed her cheek lovingly.

"It was my first too..." I whispered.

I could feel her surprise. I could feel her tiny head turning, staring at me, but I kept hugging her. She hugged back, rubbing my back gently.

"My kiss with you yesterday... It was... It was my first kiss too," I told her. She giggled. "Mine too..." she replied. I smiled. "And this... Will be my... First time with any girl..." I said.

She giggled and pulled back. We stared at each other, then we smiled.

"So we're... Each other's... First everything?" she asked me.

I nodded and smiled. Somehow, my heart grew three times bigger (what am I? The Grinch?). I had no doubt. We were meant for each other.

We kissed.

And I picked her petite, naked body up, and rested her gently on the bed. I climbed on top of her, feeling the head of penis brushing her clean shaven womanhood... Her chubby labia to be precise. My heart was beating fast, and I could almost feel hers beating as fast as mine. I didn't know where to start, but she stared at me... And that look she gave me, it was all I needed.

I stared at her beautiful eyes, and in my heart, I promised myself that this woman would be the only woman I'll ever take to bed. I took a deep breath, I closed my eyes, and slowly, gently...

I thrusted in.

"A–Ah!"

She moaned, and her moan sounded like the voice of an angel. I felt her hymen rupturing (so that's what it felt like), and I continued sliding in easily. Her womanhood accepted my manhood like they were shaped for each other.

I continued pushing inside, all the way inside until I felt the entirety of my shaft was nestled within her, until I felt the tip of my penis pressing what I thought to be the entrance to her womb. As I opened my eyes, I found her gripping the bed sheets tightly, her face was full red.

I stared at her, and she was staring back with a gaping mouth. She gave me a little nod, so I pulled halfway back, before gently pushing back in. She moaned as I started moving my hips, slowly, gently, not wanting to hurt her.

Yes. Journal-nim. We were having sex.

I picked up pace, and Minjeong's moans got louder and louder. She tilted her head back, and I peppered her neck with kisses as I kept pummeling her. She clasped her thin legs around my waist, as if not wanting me to let go.

"O–Oppa... A–Ah... F–F..." "M–Minjeong... M–Mh..." "Opp–Oppa! S–S... So–G–Good... F–F... Er..." "W–Wh–Ugh... What?" "F–Fa–Faster... P–Please... H–Hard... Er..."

Her words aroused me. I started slamming my cock inside her, and she screamed, squirmed, and jolted. I closed my eyes as I buried my lips on hers, kissing her ravenously. She started scratching my back, and I heard her muffled screams inside my mouth. Before long, she pulled her head back, gasping for air, moaning loudly. I pummeled her even faster, even harder, and I felt her body tensing.

"Oppa! Opp... Oppa! A–Ah! A–Ah! AA–AAh..."

At that moment, suddenly Minjeong's body froze. Her eyes widened, and I felt a surge pushing my penis out of her vagina. I didn't know what was happening, but the next moment, I was already on her side, and Minjeong was screaming.

"AAAHHH!!!"

Journal-nim... How am I supposed to describe what happened?

Minjeong...

She came. But...

I had never seen anyone cum like that. Not in real life, obviously, but not even in porn, not even in hentai cartoons.

She... Well...

She blasted water out of her pussy.

It was like a firehose. She continued blasting water strongly, so strongly it hit the window across the room. She continued screaming too for a few seconds, before slumping onto the bed, trembling, jolting, gasping, panting.

I stared at her with a gaping mouth.

"W–What... What was..." "I don't know..." she sighed. "I–I... I've never... It never h–happened before... It's..."

She reached to her side to hug me. I felt her body trembling. My penis was still throbbing, still wanting to be put inside her again, but I wanted to take it at her pace. I did not want to force myself on her.

"Are you alright, Minjeong?" I asked her. She nodded, and I heard her giggling weakly. "I–I guess... The saying was right..." she said. "What saying?"

Minjeong giggled again, then her giggles turned into laughter. At that moment, I swear to God I thought she was going crazy, but then she looked up and cupped my cheeks.

"Winter is coming..." she said.

I raised an eyebrow. Okay. She was indeed losing her mind, wasn't she? Did I fuck her too roughly?

"What?" I asked her, feeling dumb. She laughed again. "It's... The HBO show. Game of Thrones. Don't you watch it?" she asked. "Y–Yeah? But..." "It's me... I'm Winter," she said with a grin. "W–What?" "My nickname. Remember that all four of us in the band have nicknames, right? Karina, Giselle, Ninging..." she said.

I nodded, still feeling confused, but she kept laughing, and her laughter was contagious. Slowly, I felt my lips starting to curve up to a smile too.

"My nickname is Winter. Hence... Winter is coming," she said.

It took me a few seconds to understand her, but when I did, I finally joined her in laughing. Everything makes sense now. So that was why her friends called her 'Winter' and 겨울 in the phone.

"Winter is coming indeed..." I agreed. She giggled and pecked my lips.

I sighed and ruffled her hair. This girl–whoever she was, Minjeong or Winter–she was silly, she was adorable, she was funny... I love her, and she loves me.

"Alright, Winter-ssi... Shall we make Winter come again?" I asked eventually.

Winter laughed her crisp, joyful laugh, and she nodded. I guided my cock back to the entrance of her pussy, but she shook her head, confusing me again.

"Eh?" I asked her.

She bit her lips, but she smiled naughtily. Slowly, she turned her body, and positioned herself in a doggy style position, perking her cute butt up. My dick was throbbing as I understood what she wanted me to do, but my mind couldn't believe it.

"Come on, Oppa... I'm leaving tomorrow, and who knows when this pandemic is ending... Might as well we do everything tonight, right?" she said teasingly.

Tremblingly, I positioned myself behind her. She reached behind to grab her own butt cheeks, and then...

Then... She did it again.

She spread her butt cheeks.

My breath hitched (And yes, my cock throbbed). She turned and looked at me with a naughty look.

"I know you had a boner when you watched me dance that day..." she whispered.

That did it. Without words, I placed my cock on her butthole, and with one swift, powerful move, I thrusted inside. Minjeong screamed and blasted out her pussy juice again, but this time I didn't stop. I pulled my cock back halfway, then I slammed it back. I pistoned in and out of her asshole with pace and power, and it was the best feeling I had ever felt in my entire life.

"M–Minjeong! Minjeong! M–M–M–Min–Minjeong!" I kept calling her name. "A–Ah! H–Haj–Hajoon... Op–Pa! A–Ah!" she screamed.

I am struggling to describe our anal sex with words. It was heavenly, it was beyond heavenly. Her rectum was the warmest and tightest, and her screams and moans only made me want to ravage her body further. My mind was blurry, my vision was blurry, my breath was all over the place. All I could hear was the sound of her butt cheeks clapping against my waist, and all I could feel was the intense pleasure all over my body.

My body tensed. Her body tensed. I knew what would happen next.

"M–Min... A–Ah! F-F–Fuck... S–S... So... T–Tight! M–Min..." "C–Call... C–Call me... W–Win..." "Win–Ter... Win... Winter... I–I'm... C–Cum..." "Y–Yes... M–Me too! M–Me... M–A–Ahh... Ahh! A–Ah! Oppa! Op–Oppa!" "WINTER!"

And... Journal-nim.

Tonight, Christmas night, 2020.

That was the first time I ever came inside a woman.

I came hard. I came like I had never cum before. I filled her rectum to the brim with my semen, and some spilled out. Winter came too, blasting all over the bed sheets. It felt like forever before we finally slumped to the bed, panting, gasping, coughing, out of breath.

The bed was soaking, but we didn't care. I felt her hands tracing to the side, and I grabbed it. I turned to look at her, and I saw that her eyes were half closed. She must be so tired.

Still, she smiled that beautiful smile of hers...

"I love you, Hajoon-Oppa..." she whispered weakly. "Thank you for being my first everything..."

There was only one thing I could say to her.

"I love you too, Winter..."

Winter smiled, closed her eyes, and fell asleep immediately.

But I couldn't. Not after what happened. Not after my first... Everything... With Winter.

So I slipped out, wore my clothes, and opened you to write again.

I know my time with her is coming to an end, and what a way to end it tonight like that... But... Beyond the sex, beyond the kisses... It is who she is that made me feel like these past two weeks has been the greatest blessing I've received my entire life.

Right now... I find myself staring at this one picture of her I took with my polaroid. I think this picture captures everything that is Winter... Kim Minjeong. It's this picture...

That wonder in her eyes, that adorable smile... And she's mine. What did I do to deserve such a perfect girl?

God...

I love her.

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