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seungmoroll · 4 years

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Heather | Hwang Hyunjin

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Genre & tags: angst, dance team au, brother!Minho, mentions of other idols

A/N: this is the 4th part of the Heather series, you can read the others here.

Shining through the city with a little funk and soul

I’ma light it up like dynamite, whoa

Pants could be heard from all around the room showcasing the hard work and dedication everyone had put into the dance. Your eyes filled with awe as you sit off to the side. After 5 seconds of listening to their tired pants, you stand up and bust out in applaud, and soon the rest of them join you.

“You guys looked amazing! That was the best run so far. There’s no way any other team can beat you guys this Friday.” The looks and smiles on their faces let you know that they’re thankful for your words. However, you don’t have enough time to fully appreciate the moment as a body crashes into yours, forcing you back onto the sofa.

“Ugh, get off of me Minho.” Unfortunately for you, your attempt to push him off only makes him put even more of his weight on top of you.

“Can’t you let your tired brother rest for a moment?” You had the pleasure, note the sarcasm, of calling Minho your brother. You swear it’s his life mission to annoy you, however, there are perks of having him as your brother. One of them being that he has to drive you around everywhere, and another one being that you get to hang out at the dance studio that Minho goes to, which means you get to see your favorite people in the world. Speaking of favorite people, the sound of heavenly laughter fills your ears, and you turn to see Hyunjin laughing at yours and Minho’s antics. Gaining enough strength thanks to Hyunjin’s beautiful laugh, you manage to push Minho off of you, making him land on the sofa next to you with a groan.

“Gosh Minho, your big butt was suffocating me.”

“So, you admit I got a big butt?” All you want to do is knock the cockiness off his face, but you choose to be good, since Hyunjin was only a few feet away.

“You’re insufferable.”

Plopping himself on the sofa next to you, Hyunjin says, “I’m surprised you two haven’t killed each other yet.”

“Our mom says we can only kill each other after 10pm.” Is what you and Minho say synchronously, causing for laughter to erupt from Hyunjin.

“You guys are basically the same person.” Taking offense to his comment, you playfully smack him, “Don’t insult me like that.”

“Ow, you can’t hit precious things like me.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics. A year ago, if someone were to tell you that you would’ve had feelings for Hwang Hyunjin, you would’ve laughed in their face.

Hyunjin was an interesting character, not everyone realized that. Everyone only saw him for his exterior; they only focused on his visuals. Yes, you agree that he’s handsome, heck, you were sure that he sparkled sometimes, but that’s not what made you like him. Behind his looks, was someone that was so in touch with his feelings and wasn’t afraid to show them. One night, you had to go to the dance studio and wait for Minho who was helping Hyunjin with a dance, and before you had barged into the practice room, you saw Hyunjin and Minho sitting on the ground with Hyunjin crying his eyes out. He was crying because he was stressed out and he just needed to release everything. You didn’t make your presence known, but instead you watched as your brother comforted him. That’s when your perception of him changed; he wasn’t the mysterious beauty you thought he was.

“You’re coming with us after the competition, right?” It was tradition for the team to get a meal together after a dance competition.

“Duh, Minho’s my ride home.” That wasn’t your only reason why you were going. You actually enjoyed hanging out with the team.

“Good, I like it when you hang out with all of us.” His statement makes you blush, and you hope that Hyunjin doesn’t realize it’s because of him. From your other side you hear Minho scoff, making you smack him in the chest.

“You’re still doing my hair, right?” Ever since Hyunjin started growing out his hair, he’s been finding out new ways to style it, and that meant you doing his hair.

“Of course, can’t have you looking like a hot mess in front of a large audience.” It didn’t matter what his hair looked like; he’d still look good.

“So you think I’m hot?” Hyunjin asks with a teasing smirk.

“Psh, what, no.” He raises an eyebrow at you as you attempt to form a sentence, “But you’re not ugly either, you’re, you’re…fine yes you’re hot…or whatever.” The sound of his laughter fills your ears and you can’t help but want to record it to listen to it all the time.

“I’m just messing with you, Y/n.” He gently ruffles your hair, “It’s so fun to mess with you.”

Huffing, “I disagree.”

“Well I agree.” Minho butts in. More laughter comes from Hyunjin as you launch yourself at Minho.

A few days later and it’s the night of the competition. You and The Snipers are in the dressing rooms getting ready. Because the dance had more of a fun theme, you and Hyunjin had agreed to add a little bit of pop to his hair. As you started to braid small sections of his hair, you added some colorful beads. You can feel Hyunjin’s stare on you through the mirror and you hope that he doesn’t notice the nervous tremors in your hands.

“You better make sure I look good Y/n.”

“When do you not look good?” Covering up your mouth, you couldn’t believe that you had let that slip out.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Playfully shoving at his shoulder, “Hey, you say that like as if I’m not nice all the time.”

“You’re the devil, of course you’re not nice.” Minho butts in. If looks could kill, you were sure Minho would be a goner.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me tonight, Y/n.” Hyunjin’s bold statement makes your heart skip a beat.

“What? Why?” There was no reason for Hyunjin to say this to you.

“Because I’m the only one you should look at.” His sentence sounds whinier than it does serious, but you see it as a sliver of hope that shines for you.

“Yah,” Minho starts, smacking Hyunjin in the back of the head, “They’re my sibling, they should be focused on me, plus it’s my last dance with you guys.”

“Oh boohoo, Y/n has seen you dance plenty of times. They should have something that’s more eye catching to look at this time.” Another smack is landed on the back of Hyunjin’s head.

“Yah, stop that Minho. You’re ruining my masterpiece.”

“See, Y/n thinks I’m a masterpiece.”

Scrunching your nose, “Not you, your hair.”

“My hair is a part of me; therefore, I am a masterpiece.” You couldn’t disagree with him, however, being you, you have to say something a bit insulting.

“Why is everyone on this dance team delusional?” You feel a pair of eyes on you and you instantly say, “Not you Felix, you’re a wonderful human being.” This time it’s you who gets the smack to the back of the head, but it doesn’t matter because you got to see Felix’s beautiful smile.

“Hey, why do you like Felix more than me?” ‘Oh Hyunjin, you big idiot. If only you knew.’ Minho snorts at Hyunjin’s question, and you send him another life-threatening glare. Minho knew about your feelings for Hyunjin, he wasn’t blind. He’d send you teasing glances every chance that he got, but you were thankful that he never brought it up to Hyunjin. To be honest, he thinks you could do better, but you think he only says that because Hyunjin is his friend.

Deciding to mess with Hyunjin a little bit, you respond, “Because Felix is precious.” A pout settles on Hyunjin’s face and you swear that it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Though you do have to say that the smile and hearts Felix sends you is almost as cute.

“Oof, Hyunjin looks like you don’t have everyone wrapped around your finger, isn’t that right Y/n?” Jeno says, poking fun at Hyunjin.

“Nah, I know Y/n has heart eyes for me.” Hyunjin playfully winks at you, and you hate the way your heart did somersaults in your chest.

“You wish Hwang.”

After the team had left to get ready to go on stage, you went on your way to find a seat in the audience. While searching for a seat with the best view of the stage, you see an individual frantically waving at you. Squinting to see who it is, you recognize the person as Jungeun, an acquaintance you made thanks to the dance team. Jungeun, or better known as Kim Lip on stage, was part of a different dance team and you guys happened to meet at a different dance competition. You were on your way to your seat after doing last minute touchups to Hyunjin’s hair, when you saw that she needed help fixing her hair, so you lent her a helping hand. From then on, you guys would say hi to each other every time you saw one another.

Reaching Jungeun, you are pulled into a hug, “Hey, I didn’t know you were going to be here.” There was no indication that Jungeun’s dance team was competing tonight.

“Oh, I was invited to come, plus I wanted to watch the competition anyways.” To you, her answer seemed normal since she was a dancer after all, so you didn’t bother to question it any further. Though you did want to know if you knew the person who invited her, but you guys weren’t close enough for you to ask.

“Do you have a seat already?” Jungeun asks.

“No, I was just about to look for one.”

“Oh you can sit with me!” She offers you the vacant seat next to her, and you kindly accept it; one, because it had a nice view of the stage, and two, because you didn’t like sitting by yourself.

“This is your brothers last competition, right? I heard he was going to be a backup dancer for a boy group.” You weren’t surprised that she knew of this. Practically everyone in the dance scene here in your city knew of Minho, so of course word would spread about his new position.

“Yeah, it is. He wanted his last dance with The Snipers to be amazing, so him and the others put so much work into this performance.” If you were forced to compliment Minho, the one thing that you could say that wouldn’t make you gag was that he was passionate. He gave it his all for every dance he’s done, which is why no one was surprised when he told you that he was going to be a backup dancer for a big idol group. Since he always gave 110% effort in his dances, for this performance everyone else gave 120% effort to have one last win for Minho. Honestly, you were confused when the team decided to dance to Dynamite by BTS because you would’ve thought that they would’ve wanted something more intense, but their reasoning was that they wanted to have fun on stage with Minho for one last time.

“Hey, I think the team is about to perform.” Jungeun points towards the stage, and you see the familiar figures of the dance team. Minho is front and center, but your eyes travel towards Hyunjin, who’s on Minho’s left. Sitting there in the audience, you anxiously wait for the music to start. This was the last time your brother was going to be dancing with this team before he goes off on tour as a backup dancer, and you just hope this doesn’t mean that this will be the last time you watch the team dance.

Once the music starts playing, you block out everything else around you and focus on the dance. You’ve seen this dance so many times, but every time you become mesmerized with their moves. It’s refreshing to see them dance with this concept, and you’re loving the way everyone’s expression is showing that they’re having fun on the stage. Like Hyunjin wanted, you kept your eyes on him, watching him do the moves like they were nothing. Though, you did tear your eyes away from him to watch Felix do that one flip that makes you worried all the time, and to watch Minho’s solo. Aside from those instances, your eyes were glued to Hyunjin. If you were to describe his movements, you would say he was like water. Every single move he made was elegant and flowed nicely.

Once the performance had ended, you quickly stood up and loudly cheered for them, and you didn’t miss the moment when you caught Hyunjin’s eyes and he sent you a wink. This only caused for you to cheer for them even louder. Watching them leave, you dismiss yourself from Jungeun, and make your way back to the team. As soon as you reach the boys, you instantly pull Minho into a hug, “You guys were phenomenal. You had the whole audience cheering for you.” Pulling back from your brother, a different pair of arms wrap around you.

“Thanks Y/n.” Taking this moment as a chance, you tightly hug Hyunjin.

Your time with the team is cut short as they’re called back onto the stage for the announcement of the results. Making your way back to your seat, you nervously wait for the announcements to begin.

“Alrighty everyone, are you guys ready for the announcements?” Cheers fill up the auditorium as everyone wants to know the results.

“I guess that settles it, starting off with 10th place…” There were only a total of 15 dance teams, so there was a very high chance that The Snipers at least placed. When the MC announced a different team as 10th, you let out a big sigh, and you could hear Jungeun chuckle at you, but you chose to ignore it, focusing your attention on the MC. Every time the MC announces the placement of a team, you become even more anxious because now third place was about to get announced and the team hasn’t been announced yet.

“And in third place, we have…Trailblazers!”

“You and the others must be nervous.” You can only shake your head as response to Jungeun.

“Coming in second place, we have…Revolution X!” You had thought Revolution X’s performance was good especially with Kino’s solo, but not as great as The Snipers of course. The Snipers thought of Revolution X as their major competition, so maybe they had a chance at getting first.

“And last, but certainly not least, coming in first, we have…drum roll please.” The auditorium fills up with the sound of beats as everyone is anticipating the winners.

“The Snipers!” They did it, they won. You jump out your seat and loudly cheer for your boys. On stage the team is all huddled up together with Minho in the center, jumping up and down, and you wish that you could join in with them, but you’re also alright with just watching them from the sidelines, like always.

Instead of meeting in the dressing room, you meet up with the team outside in the parking lot. Jungeun had tagged along with you, which you didn’t mind since she knew the members of the team. Upon seeing the team, you run towards them, jumping on your brothers back.

“You guys did it! I told you, you were going to win!”

“Alright, alright. I just won and you’re already trying to kill me, get off.” Hesitantly, you get off of Minho’s back, but you don’t miss the smile that’s on his face, so it makes up for it. Your vision darkens when you feel something on top of your head cover your eyes, pulling up the unknown object, you see Hyunjin smiling brightly at you. Realizing that the object was Hyunjin’s bucket hat, you adjust it to sit right on your head as Hyunjin exclaims to you, “We did it, Y/n. We got first!” He then grabs onto your forearms and makes you jump around with him. The sounds of yours and his laughs are mixed together, and it makes you feel light on your feet. Eventually the two of you settle down, and Hyunjin finally realizes that there was someone behind you.

“Jungeun!” Leaving your side, Hyunjin goes off to talk to her. Before you can even think of anything, you’re being whisked away by your brother, “C’mon slow poke, we got to get going to the restaurant.” You don’t even manage to bid a goodbye to Jungeun as your brother pulls you towards his car.

You and Minho were the first ones to arrive at the restaurant, going up to claim your reservation. One by one the members of the team, came in filling up the seats at the tables. So far, the seat in front of you remained empty, and you hoped that Hyunjin was going to occupy it. When Hyunjin arrives at the restaurant, you see that he’s brought a surprise with him.

“Hey guys, you know Jungeun. It’s okay if she hangs out with us, right?”

“The more the merrier,” someone who you can’t register says, as you try to figure out why Jungeun had come. The seat in front of you becomes occupied by Jungeun as Hyunjin grabs another chair and sets it to the right of her. ‘Ah, he’s such a gentleman.’ Though, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed that he didn’t sit in front of you.

The dinner was amazing, and you weren’t talking about the food. Everyone was in such a good mood that you didn’t even realize that you guys had been sitting at the restaurant for almost two hours. San is in the middle of telling a story about the disaster of time when him and Wooyoung went on a double date when Hyunjin got up from his seat.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna head out early.” He motions towards Jungeun who has also gotten up from her seat and that’s when reality hits you. Hyunjin was the one that invited Jungeun to come out tonight. He was winking at her, not you. You never had a chance with Hyunjin. There will always be girls like Jungeun and guys like Hyunjin want girls like her, not you. In Hyunjin’s eyes, you’ll always just be Minho’s sibling, the person that just tags along with the dance team. Any chance of hope that you thought you had didn’t exist. Hyunjin was just being Hyunjin. He was just being playful with you without realizing the things that he did to you.

Now that you think about it, you couldn’t believe you missed the signals; more like you chose to ignore them. You can’t say that you missed the small interactions that the two had at every dance competition, like this one time you were looking for Minho, but when you turned the corner Jungeun was leaning against the wall while Hyunjin had a hand propped up against the same wall next to her. You had just tried to explain to yourself that they were just having a normal conversation. Or that one time, you saw a familiar sweater Jungeun had on and assumed that they just had the same sweater. For every situation you had made an excuse to calm your delusional mind, but now as you sit there in the middle of the restaurant and watch the two of them, you can’t ignore the painful feeling in your chest that’s starting to form.

“Boo, can’t you spend a different night with your girl? This will our last time hanging out with this group.”

“Oh leave him be Wooyoung, you’re just jealous that he has someone and you don’t.” San says.

“And if I am?” His question makes everyone, but you laugh. That’s just because you’re too focused on Hyunjin.

“I’ll take you out another night Wooyoung, don’t worry.” Hyunjin sends Wooyoung a wink, and in returns he gets a flying kiss.

Laughing, “Anyways, we’re going to go. Don’t have to much fun without me.”

“Bye guys!” Jungeun bids the rest of you goodbye before she walks out the door Hyunjin is holding for her.

Your eyes follow the couple through the window as they walk away from the restaurant, and you wish that you could say that you didn’t see the way he playfully wrapped his arm around her. Gone from your line of vision, you tear your eyes away from the window and tune yourself back into the story San is telling the others. However, the image of Hyunjin with Jungeun is the only thing going through your mind, so you can’t even bother to focus at all. Instead you choose to swirl your straw around in your drink, doing all you can to think of something else.

“Are you okay?” Minho’s soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, uh yeah, I’m fine,” you answer indifferently.

Nudging you with his elbow, he gives you a concerned look, and in that instance, you felt like you wanted to cry even more because now your brother was worried about you. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin what is supposed to be a good night for him. “You want to go home?”

Shaking your head, “No, you shouldn’t have to leave early because of me, you should be celebrating with the rest of the team.”

“Y/n, you’re my sibling. You come first, no matter what and I can tell that you’re not okay. C’mon get up.” You and Minho had weird ways of showing it, but when it comes down to moments like these, you knew that you two loved each other. Hyunjin may be unobtainable, but as long as you had Minho by your side, you knew you would be fine.

As the two of you get up, Minho speaks to the rest of the team, “I’m sorry guys, but the life of the party is going to have to leave early, something came up.” The group boos at him, but eventually lets him leave. Silently, you bid the others goodbye, ignoring the concerned look Felix gives you.

The ride back home is silent, which is how you preferred it because you think if Minho had mentioned anything that you would’ve been full on sobbing, and that’s something you’d rather save for your pillowcase. You were 100% sure that Minho knew about Hyunjin and Jungeun, and you’re not sure if you’re glad that he didn’t tell you earlier or not. You know he had the best intentions. Looking out the window, you watch as the lights flash by and you internally laugh at yourself. You look like someone who’s in a sad music video, ‘pathetic.’

A/N: we’re half way through the series, yay! I've never seen anyone mention Kim Lip as a “heather” but I love her and think she would be one, so I had to include her. like always, feel free to let me know what you guys think

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ellinights · 4 years

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victon reaction to idol!reader doing a sexy/dark concept (slight M)

request from anon.

huhuhu i am so so soooooo sorry that this is late. finals were in the way, so please forgive me.

SEUNGWOO

this snoopy boi

at first, i would see him to be as baffled as he can be. he is SHooKt

you’re usually soft and fluffy with him (i mean, whO wouldn’t?? he is such a baby you can’t help but to be a whole puddle with him) AND it was your first time you snap with that dark concept.

so i can see why he would be completely speechless when he sees you on stage, acting so dark.

as he slowly starts to get his cool back (prob gonna take a few hours for him to do so oop),he would start to get a little dirty.

seungwoo is an erotic man in my opinion dont @ me.

his mind would start thinking about how he wants you to be like this, all dark and sexy in bed with him.

it is a new sight for him to see you like this, i can see why he can’t resist you.

oh man, after your performance, you better be ready as he is gonna spend the whole night with you ;) wink wonk

SEUNGSIK

oh our precious seungmom, his motherly side would appear first.

he will start panicking over the dark concept you’re doing, because he worries you find it uncomfortable to do so

he does not expect you to go for this kind of concept, because you always appeared soft to him. ( i mean, he is a softie so his eyes only can see soft)

since you’re doing a dark/sexy concept, your outfits would be slightly revealing, and i bet you, he will run to your dressing room with a blanket to cover your revealing outfit after your performance.

“oH my God you poor thing you look so uncomfy with those clothes!” “oh god what are you wearing?!” momma mode: on.

but also. in his mind, he got a little too protective with you. it’s because of your revealing clothes, he worried that people would be staring at you because your body is gorgeous

possessive seungsik i see here?? oof thats hot

oh and if someone is looking at you, he would be so protective, holding your waist tightly by the side and pull you close to him, with that cold stare at them.

oh wow thats hot.

CHAN

ngl i see him to be straight up dirty. idk why shhshs

he is a sensual man in my opinion.

his eyes would neve leave your figure when you’re on stage with that dark concept.

would not be surprised if he popped a boner in the middle of watching your performance.

you’re hot to him, he is obsessed with that.

mostly would be staring at your body, at how the way it sensually moves with the music.

especially your hips, how it sways. man he would lose.

he would probably start imagining things, and wondered if he could see you dance for him sensually and only him

oh god he would start thinking of asking you to do a lap dance on his lap since he got great thighs

just like seungwoo, expect our little chan to have fun with you the whole day after your performance.

but instead of being patient and going home to have fun in bed, he will straight devour you in the dressing room ;)

oof a very impatient man i see (Sagittarius things hshsh).

SEJUN

dis boi, i see two ways he can react to this.

one, he would be that bestie who will hype you up when you are doing a dark/sexy concept.

he will get so loud as he watches you perform.

“OH YEAH THATS IT SHAKE THAT BOOTY WHOOOO”

i am second-hand embarrassed for him i swear. facepalms.

would legit go around the world and show you off to others.

“LOOK AT Y/N DANCING SO SMEXY YAS”

lim sejun i swear i wanna smack your mouth for once

but then there is this other side of him, where he would get extremely turned on

just like chan, would stare at you intensely, eyes never leaving your body.

he would be extremely touchy, would touch and feel your lines and curves against his palms

would praise how hot you look, like, every 5 seconds.

“you look so hot, could you dress yourself like this for me when i get home next time?”

FRICK YOU LIM SEJUN UGHHHH

HANSE

our sese i can see two reactions from him actually, just like sejun.

one, he can be either super duper shy.

gets extremely blushy and can’t even watch the whole performance of yours

and then when you come back, you’ll see him hiding somewhere from you, so you wouldn’t see his red face.

he knows he can’t hide away from you so he faced you and

he is gonna be a big baby after this, whining and whimpering like a baby when he looks at you

A WHOLE ASS BABY

get ready to spend hours to cool him down though

the second reaction is, he would look like he is chill and got his cool down with you performing like this.

but in the inside, we all know his heart is gonna burst.

he thinks that this might be the most attractive sight he has ever seen on you.

but he would pretend to not be bothered about it, which probably could make you upset hshshhs

BYUNGCHAN

our little chick, (if yall don’t know, our byungchan isn’t feeling well today so let’s go cheer him up with heartwarming messages alright?)

he would be the hype man, that’s for sure.

would be like sejun, scream the top of his lungs out as he sees you perform.

probably will be a little more wilder than sejun sshshh

“OH YEAH BABY LOOK AT Y/N GOOOOO” “DAMN SEXY WHOOOOOOO’ “YES SHAKE THAT BOOTY BABY OH YEAH”

would also proceed to mimic your dance, and probably mock you for that hshshs

memorizes the whole choreography, and your parts. he is such a big fan of you

he wouldn’t mind doing a dance cover of your new song hshsh

“y/n you should’ve shaked that booty more!” i- this boi-

also would love to smack your butt for some sort of reason, since he mentioned about your butt a lot hshshhs this man-

he wouldn’t feel affected in a sexual way for me. that's what i think at least

SUBIN

this smol bunny

he would be like hanse, a shy mess.

would be a squirmy baby, be a whiny baby and hide in his palms all the time. probably two times whinier than hanse.

awww baby subsub

i see him as someone who is very needy, like sexually.

would be so turned on when you just stare at the camera with that cold gaze.

probably would already be wetting his pants if you did a very sexy move on camera.

that is how needy subin is for me i think.

but he wouldn’t be needy until the extend that he needs to get it off on you.

but who doesn’t want to satisfy his neediness when subin is such a pretty boy? ;)

i would hshhshshhsh aaaa yo lee shut up

i can say that 99.99999% of yall would “help” him out after your performance ;)

hey guys!!! omg it has been so long. to the anon who requested this donkey years ago, IM SORRY CRIES. i hope you guys like it though. requests are still closed btw. i will open them up once i am done with all my requests! hope you guys can understand that. see you guys around!!

#victon #victon sejun #victon seungwoo #victon seungsik #victon chan #victon hanse #victon byungchan #victon subin #victon imagines #victon bulleted scenarios #victon drabbles #victon reactions

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rockthistowninsideout · 3 years

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Never Too Late For A Leap Of Faith

Part 1

(Part 2)

Five times Taichi only feels the presence of Digimons and one time he actually meets them (again).

Words: 2126 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Tags: 5+1 Pairings: Taichi Yagami/OC, Sorato, Jyoumi

Inspired by this youtube video talking about how the end of Kizuna fits into the narrative of the Epilogue in 02, posted by TheDigiKnow. It’s in my opinion a thorough and yet personal analysis.

When there was a baby’s cry from the labour room, Taichi broke down in tears. He’d been pacing to and fro in the hall leading to it, but only after his wife Kana had dislodged some knuckles in his hand by holding it too tight during a contraction and he had to be treated for it. Afterwards he hadn’t been allowed in again because, and that was something he didn’t like to admit, he had been on the brink of fainting before Kana’s force had jerked him back to consciousness.

A nurse stuck her head out the door and smiled. “Congratulations, Yagami-shi, you have a son!”

Taichi wiped away his tears, smile a little lopsided, and entered the labour room. His wife Kana, whom he had met at a diplomatic meeting three years ago, looked pale and drained, but smiled broadly. She mopped her sweaty brow with a neckerchief, pushed her long black hair that looked a tad greasy after her exertions behind her ear and leaned forward to receive a kiss from Taichi. Then she pulled away the duvet that had been drawn over her to reveal their newborn son. He had chestnut brown hair just like Taichi but his mother’s bulbous nose and when he opened his eyes they were a startling clear blue.

“Most children have blue eyes when they’re born”, the nurse explained. “They’ll darken over the course of the first year.”

Taichi hadn’t said a word yet, he was too transfixed on this small bundle of life that he helped to produce and that he was now responsible for. That realization suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders but when he looked into Kana’s soft yet endearing black eyes, the very eyes he’d been mesmerized by from the very beginning, he felt the weight ease.

“Do you want to hold the little egg?”, Kana asked and lifted the bundle towards Taichi who’d been instinctively forming a cradle with his arms. Something at the back of his mind stirred to life, something about a green yard full of cribs with colourful eggs, the way it never had before when the word “egg” was mentioned, but Taichi didn’t give it any notice. Tears were running down his face again as he watched the miracle before him. With a scratchy voice he whispered “Hello Hotaro, welcome to the world.”

The first days were reserved just for them so the three could get to know each other. After the tiredness of being born had worn off, Hotaro was a very awake child. In every sense. He had trouble sleeping through, which caused Taichi, suddenly becoming self-conscious about his appearance, to use Kana’s concealer. She had taken a year off from work while Taichi went back to the office after three days. His colleagues welcomed him with a round of applause, a light blue greeting card, and a big stuffed and, for some reason, snow white teddy bear. As he looked the bear up and down, suddenly a cold breeze swept over him and gave him goosebumps. He immediately knew how he would name the bear.

“I am Frigimon”, he muttered under his breath.

***

Hotaro loved Frigimon. He had accepted the name without hesitation, affectionately calling him Friggi, and never going to sleep without him. Once Frigimon had entered the Yagami household, something had shifted within Taichi. Usually he was highly alert in his meetings but now he started dreaming away. Dreamt of a tram that didn’t need rails, of an island ruled by an evil bat-like looking creature, and vending machines in the middle of nowhere.

He also started dreaming away at the kitchen table when having dinner with his family. At some point he was so far gone that it needed a gentle slap on the shoulder by his wife. When he looked at her questioningly, she said “Muchomon”.

He tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“Muchomon was my Digimon partner. He vanished when I was 24 and had just finished my degree.”

“You were a DigiDestined?” Taichi’s eyes went wide as saucers.

She nodded. “It’s been a while but since you brought Frigimon here the memories have boiled up again. You should talk to your friends again, and more than just at their birthdays and about irrelevances. I thought you’d been so close? To be a DigiDestined, and having fought numerous battles, welds together – for life.”

Taichi took a deep breath. He kneaded his hands. He hadn’t wanted all this to happen – to let the contact cool down or even freeze. It had just happened. Because. Because of life, he guessed. At some point work and his little family had become more important than his long-term friends. He didn’t even know how many children Sora and Yamato now had!

He banged his fist on the table.

“Dad!” Hotaro exclaimed frightened. He had never seen his father so agitated. Immediately, Taichi regretted his outburst. He had never wanted to scare his son, become violent around him. And now he had. Because of his own shortcoming. “I’m sorry, Hota”, he quickly said, tearing at his hair. He got up, walked around the table, and lifted his son in the air.

“It’s okay”, the four-year-old said, gently touching his father’s face. “Can you let me down, please?”

Taichi complied, a bit confused.

Hotaro took his hand and led him to his room. “Sit down, Dad. I’ve found something while playing in the attic a few days ago.” He handed him a box which Taichi instantly recognized, and his heart ached. He didn’t need to lift the dusty lid, sprinkled with little fingerprints from his son, to know what was inside. But he did it anyway. Coming to light was a round pair of goggles and a smouldered Digivice. He only noticed he was crying when the first tears hit the Digivice, just like they had done many years ago when Agumon had to say goodbye.

For good.

Or so he had thought. But Digimons were reborn. He had witnessed that many times. Maybe it just hadn’t been the right time until now.

He lifted his head to look straight into his son’s open, curious, beautiful face. When also Kana had been a DigiDestined, then maybe their child should also supposed to be one. Or no, no he shouldn’t. He should choose if he wanted to become one.

They had been thrust into this world without having been asked first. They had had to come to terms all on their when they’d been mere children and the forces who had chosen them had never offered much aid. He wanted this to go differently.

He noticed that Hotaro held up Taichi’s phone. Koushirou’s name was on the display, it was already dialling. “Call him”, Hotaro said. Taichi shook his head. That kid was much smarter than was good for him.

***

“Oh!! It’s soo good to see you all again!”, Mimi exclaimed, as excited as ever.

Taichi had to dial down the volume of his computer as the audio overmodulated. But he smiled, genuinely, because he felt just the same. Before him, the screen was split into five segments, all filled with bright smiling faces.

“Jou, come over, they’re here now!”, Mimi called, her face turned away from the camera. In the background there suddenly was the sound of glass crashing on a tiled floor, followed by a stream of swear words. “Jou, I told you not to swear in front of the kids!” She turned back to the screen. “I’ll be back in a minute.” With that, her segment got empty.

Her friends chuckled. “I see you were cleverer”, Taichi pointed out to Sora and Yamato, who were sitting together in front of the camera and holding their two children on their laps. Their son had inherited Sora’s maroon hair while their daughter was as flaxen-haired as Yamato. They were both visibly bored, wriggling about on their parents’ laps trying to grab office supplies that were clearly not toys in their vicinity.

“I’m not so sure about that”, Yamato remarked, dryly as ever, as he pulled a stapler away from his son’s hands.

“Dad, have you seen my hockey stick?”, someone called in the background of Koushirou’s screen segment.

He sighed. “I thought you put it in the cabinet beside the shoe rack. You know, where it’s supposed to go.”

“I did but it’s not there. And Yui and her mom will be here any minute to pick me up for training.” The voice grew whinier and more urgent.

Koushirou bowed apologetically to his friends. “I just have to help my daughter.”

Meanwhile, Mimi had reappeared, Jou and their two sons in tow. “Hiroshi, Sasuke, say hello to Mom and Dad’s friends.” Mimi nudged them a little forward.

The older one, taking remarkably after Jou with his blueish-black hair and the glasses, hesitated but the younger one, sporting a daring chin-long bob with a middle parting, grinned and brightly said “Hi, I’m Sasuke.”

The DigiDestined greeted him back with a laugh. “Say Sasuke”, Taichi started, “does your mom and you go to the same hairdresser?”

Sasuke looked at him in surprise. “Yeah, but how do you know?”

More friendly laughter.

“My brother’s good at guessing, is all”, Hikari remarked, absentmindedly fastening her hair-clip. She wore her hair the longest it had ever been but subconsciously she itched for a cut. But her daughter always said that she looked so nice with the long hair even though Rika couldn’t stand long hair herself. Hikari had even caught her once as she had cut her middle brown hair with kids’ scissors.

“Oh, I see”, Sasuke said, tilting his head. “But you don’t look like siblings at all.”

“Sasuke!” Jou turned red in second-hand embarrassment. “Sorry, my son can be a bit blunt sometimes.”

“I wonder whom he has that from”, Takeru mused, hand held on his chin as if he was pondering a very difficult question.

“I heard you are a writer”, Hiroshi suddenly said, nervously adjusting his glasses.

Takeru’s expression turned smug. “And a pretty successful one at that.”

“Yeah, but Dad thinks you’re exaggerating at times.”

Jou turned even redder. “That’s… that’s not what I’ve been saying!”, he sputtered. “You just sometimes spend a little too much time on one detail.”

“That’s not what you said, Dad!” Hiroshi turned to his father, affronted. “I’m not a liar!”

“Of course not, my dear”, Mimi said soothingly. Then she leaned in closer and whispered “Sometimes adults don’t like the truth very much.” Louder did she say “Why don’t you two go and get your guinea pigs to show our friends, mmh?”

“Oh yeah!” They bounded off out of the frame.

“And where’s your kid?”, Yamato asked his brother.

Takeru shrugged. “At band practice. Don’t know where he got the musical talent from but he certainly has some. And no, Yama, he hasn’t gotten it from you. Because he’s better.”

Yamato dramatically inhaled. “You didn’t say that!”

“I’ve got a round of witnesses who can confirm that I just did.”

“Sorry Takeru, my connection was a bit wobbly for a few seconds. You said something?” Taichi asked suspiciously innocent.

Takeru shook his head. “And you call yourself my friend.”

Before anyone could reply to that, Koushirou plonked himself down on his chair breathlessly. “I’m back!”

“Did you find the hockey stick?”, Sora asked, glad about the diversion. She had already feared that the mood could be slipping.

Koushirou nodded solemnly. “Yes, just in time. And it was actually me who had misplaced it because I had cleaned out the cabinet and didn’t put it back.”

“Tststs, Kou. I hope your daughter doesn’t have to put with too much.”

Koushirou shook his head. “Of course not. Being a single parent isn’t easy but we have a cleaning lady who comes in two days a week and I can bring Koyuki to my parents if need be.”

Yamato muttered something under his breath which earned him a jab in the ribs by Sora. “In this house we don’t judge”, she breathed into his ear, only audible for him.

He reluctantly nodded.

“These are Tom and Jerry”, Hiroshi and Sasuke announced, diverting the tension once again.

Taichi chuckled. “They don’t look like a mouse and a cat to me.”

“We weren’t allowed to have a cat and a mouse”, Sasuke replied.

“You wanted a mouse?” Sora could hardly hide her laughter.

“Unbelievable, right?” Jou seemed to shiver just at the thought of having a tiny and cunning rodent in the apartment. And a slightly dumb but very persistent cat chasing it.

Takeru laughed, too. “Most certainly.” Then he leaned forward. “But have we just come together to get to know your pets or is there a more pressing matter?”

#digimon adventure kizuna #digimon adventure #digimon last evolution #taichi yagami #yamato ishida #sora takenouchi #mimi tachikawa #jou kido #koushirou izumi #takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #original character #sorato #jyoumi #digimon adventure 02 epilogue #5+1 fic #my stories

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dream the night away

title: dream the night away

characters: (fem) reader x hwang hyunjin of stray kids

genre: slice-of-life, romance, angst, best friends to lovers au, idol au, idol!hyunjin, hyunjin centric, inspired by 3racha’s cloud 9 but not really?

warnings: minor character death, sometimes heavy, slow burn (aka i wanted it to be but i wasn’t patient enough), i tried to proofread, i gave up trying to format text convo on tumblr, i think they kiss a lot.

word count: 11.6k i’m so sorry

synopsis: one night, hyunjin wonders how he long can stay floating on cloud 9 before he loses his balance and falls all the way down to the pits of hell. After that, nothing feels right.

disclaimer: this is idol!hyunjin so i just wanna say that this is not how hyunjin is in real life and im not trying to convince you that he feels the things in the story. some parts are inspired by the things they’ve said but everything that happens here is pure fiction... which actually goes without saying since this is a fanfic, but i just feel the need to say it. for my personal long ass author’s note, you can read it below.

Hyunjin is met with darkness when he steps into the dorm. It used to be more packed, it used to be messier, and it used to be really loud. Now he only shares the dorm with the 00z who are surprisingly quiet if you think about it. Seungmin sleeps early, Felix has his headphones stuck to his ears and plays games until the sun rises, and Jisung is snugged somewhere watching movies. On busier days, Seungmin and Felix are at the company for lessons and Jisung spends the night at the studio with Chan and Changbin. Hyunjin, meanwhile, usually has some photoshoots.

However, tonight feels unnaturally quiet, especially since Hyunjin has just won his first Bonsang as a solo artist. He switches the lights on, and his friends are soundlessly huddled together by the fridge, Jisung holding a small cake.

“Surprise!” Seungmin exclaims rather flatly as Hyunjin drops to the floor out of shock, shouting profanities. Felix proceeds to grab some candles from the kitchen counter and lights them up. “Come on, blow the candles."

Hyunjin lets out an amused sigh, rising to his feet before blowing all the candles out. “Please tell me these aren’t those candles that stay lit n—what the hell.”

He continues blowing, his friends giggling while Seungmin groans. “Why did you have to curse? I was about to post that on Instagram Story!”

“Why are we doing this anyways? We’re not 18 anymore,” Hyunjin protests half-heartedly. He can’t really remember the last time they gave each other a proper surprise. It feels like ages ago. Jisung scoffs, searching for a knife inside one of the kitchen drawers. Slicing the cake, he retorts, “Your dramatic ass loves surprises, stop denying it.”

“Anyone has anything to do tonight? The hyungs want to come over,” Felix informs while typing on his phone. Hyunjin’s vibrates after a few seconds; everyone on the Stray Kids group chat must be congratulating him.

Seungmin opens the chat, frowning. “Where’s Jeongin?”

“He hasn’t been replying since hours ago. That brat probably fell asleep. Just ask his bro if he’s home,” Hyunjin suggests, about to reply to Chan’s message when another message pops up.

y/n: sorry i couldnt watch the show

y/n: but i saw the news! congratulations!!

y/n: so proud of you, as always!

Hyunjin’s eyes light up at your messages. It’s been months since he saw you; he’s been busy with his solo debut and you’ve been busy with school. When both of you were children, you often pictured how life would be. Hyunjin would be a famous soccer player for Manchester United and the captain of South Korea national team. You would be studying to become a doctor.

He finds it funny that you’re doing the exact same thing while he’s doing something he never even imagined before. Hyunjin is always amazed at how well you planned your whole life and executed every single plan, albeit not always instantly.

After all these years, though, he dares to say that both of you turned out okay. Amazing, even.

“Order whatever you want. I’m eating outside but I’ll be back soon,” Hyunjin tells his friends, bombarding you with messages before you turn your phone off, the thing you always do when you’re about to cram.

Seungmin arches an eyebrow. “Y/N?”

“Yeah. I asked whether she wants to eat gopchang with me.”

“You should really be careful.”

“Everyone knows we’re best friends. No one will make a weird rumor or anything.”

Jisung clicks his tongue. “Well, do you?”

Whenever someone talks about you, it always leads to this very conversation. Hyunjin decides to let Jisung’s question (sarcasm) hang in the air, but he knows the answer. Yes, he knows you and him are just best friends. Does he like it that way?

Hyunjin knows the answer to that too. He only pretends that he doesn’t.

You’re already slurping your soup when Hyunjin says hi to the restaurant owners, Mr and Mrs. Jang. “Oh Hyunjinnie, I just watched you on TV. You won something, right?” he asks. His wife ushers him to sit down, putting extra servings of kimchi on the table.

“Why didn’t I get extra kimchi?” You pout, shooting a jealous glare at Hyunjin who’s busy explaining what a Bonsang is to the owners.

“You did a good job, then,” Mrs. Jang coos. “You don’t need to pay today. It’s on us!”

You quickly put your spoon down. “What about me? I barely sleep thesedays, and I’m not as rich as Hyunjin!”

“Aigoo, you started eating before your friend came then demand for free food. You’re lucky we love you as much as we love Hyunjin.”

The couple laugh at your reaction, jokingly scolding you for being whinier than Hyunjin when it used to be the other way around. He smiles, remembering all the times he forced you to eat his eggplants for him and the times when he begged you to help him study because he needed to beat all of his friends.

“Eat,” you scowl. “You only have half an hour to brag. I have a night shift.”

Out of the times you’re being petty towards him, you were only seriously petty once: when he beat your English score in ninth grade although you were the one teaching him. He had to bribe you with a week’s worth of Haribo jellies before you stopped ignoring him.

Hyunjin giggles. “When’s your exam? Tomorrow?”

“Next week,” you whine. “But I have so many things to do! And I think someone stole my notes, I can’t seem to find them anywhere. Do you even understand half the pain I’m going through right now? All I need is one solid hour of sleep.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

You widen your eyes, eyeing Hyunjin from head to toe. “Sometimes I forget you’re Stray Kids’ Hyunjin.”

He pretends to stab himself on the chest. “That h-hurts,” he fake-groans. “Then who do you think I am?”

“My neighbor,” you answer. “—who doesn’t even live at home anymore.”

“To be fair, you’re practically holed in hospital now.”

“Yeah but I go home every two weeks? You go home twice a year.”

“Excuse me?! I went home on your birthday… in the middle of a tour! I could’ve been sleeping or practicing, but I came home!”

He always “argues” with you until both of you are out of breath, clutching your chests because it somehow feels hilarious. You drink the last few drops of the soup right from your bowl, setting it back on the table and empty your glass in one go.

“I don’t have enough energy for this,” you sigh dreamily, prepping your head on your arm. “Tell me about everything. Your first Bonsang.”

Hyunjin can still hear his fans’ voices chanting his name and cheering for him as he delivered his speech while sobbing (this is what he hates from solo promotions, nobody else is there to stop him from crying or taking over the mic from him so he could calm himself down). He remembers every single word he said and the proud faces of his fellow artists. The thrill, the triumph, the satisfaction, the love… it’s making him emotional all over again.

He grabs a tissue to blow his nose. “I was surprised when the company said that I was invited. Our group hasn’t made a comeback this year, and although my song did chart quite well, I never expected they would even invite me.”

“They gave me a 5-minute stage! I was so happy, I sent you my rehearsal videos, right?”

You nod, imitating one of the moves in his dance break.

“Everything was even more amazing on stage, with Stays watching me. I think I was possessed during the performance… I was goddamn nervous though.”

“Yeah, I watched it on the way here. You kept licking your lip, I don’t care if your fans think that’s hot. To me you’re just a nervous mess…”

Hyunjin has started to pout when you add, “… who did a very great job nevertheless! It’s just that I’ve known you so long. You can’t hide anything from me.”

He notices how you’re holding your breath, waiting for him to respond. After years, Hyunjin thought he would take negative comments much less seriously, but apparently it didn’t become easier. It became harder, so hard that he had to take a 3-month hiatus last year.

With you, everything is different. You can tell him that he sucks big time and he’ll take it seriously, but he never gets offended. There are a lot of times when people treat him like he’s made of glass (or a snowflake, Seungmin once said), but you treat him the way you’ve always treated him and he loves it. None of his other friends understands, but your honesty is priceless. It’s what keeps him going; he knows you’ll never cherish him less no matter what you say about the way he dances and raps, or the way he looks and behaves. And he’s sure that his honesty also means the world to you. You are each other’s toughest critic, but it will never change anything.

“Hyunjin.” You place your hand over his, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. It just slipped out of my mouth.”

He chuckles, flipping his palm to squeeze your hand. “You idiot. You just stated the facts.”

You squeeze his hand back before pulling away. “I’m looking at Hwang Hyunjin of Stray Kids who sold over 100.000 copies of his first solo album, who won Bonsang for the first time, who gets worshiped by everyone he locks eyes with—except for me of course. I’m a very proud friend.”

“Stop it.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, but unable to hide his smile once he sees you grinning like a happy child. “How much time do we have left?”

You glance at your phone, sighing when a reminder for you to study pops up. “5 minutes. I have to go back to the hospital soon.”

“Can you even study during your shift?”

“I have to,” you mumble. “Anyways, thanks for dragging me out. I did miss you after all.”

“I missed you too,” Hyunjin says, probably too quick for his own good but he doesn’t regret it.

“I’ll be going now.” You stretch your limbs, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “Any last words before I go to war?”

“I should be the one asking you that.”

“Oh, right.”

Chan is the only one awake by the time Hyunjin gets back home. He huffs in regret, knowing that the hyungs decided to stay over to celebrate his Bonsang win. The leader greets him with a bear hug, carefully avoiding Felix and Minho who are fast asleep on the floor. “We’re so happy for you!” he whisper-yells. “How was Y/N?”

Hyunjin returns his hug with an even tighter one. “Thanks hyung. You composed the song after all! And sorry I came back too late.”

Chan shakes his head. “Nah, it’s fine. At some point we forgot why we were here and just started playing mafia.”

“Y/N is fine, anyways, just tired.”

“She’s always tired, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. It turns out that medical students are probably more tired than us.”

Hyunjin leads Chan to his bedroom. Each of the 00z has their own bedroom now. It’s much more convenient and they can arrange their stuff however they want to (they avoid entering Jisung’s room as much as possible), but Hyunjin misses the mess at times. The old dorm was cramped, either too hot or too cold, and way too noisy, but it was home for quite a long time.

Chan seems to be having the same thought. “We miss you kiddos sometimes,” he laughs. “But we fixed that sliding door. It closes properly now.”

“As long as Changbin hyung keeps opening it with too much force it will be broken again in no time. Trust me.”

Both of them are lying on Hyunjin’s king size bed, staring at the sideboard table he dedicates for his music show—and now, music award—trophies. “The kids don’t really say it but they’re all so proud of you. I’m proud of you. I raised you well, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you kinda did.”

“Kinda?!”

“I’m joking.” Hyunjin scrunches his nose. “You raised all of us. We raised Jeongin. And we raised each other.”

“3racha are almost finished choosing the final songs, you have 2 weeks to relax then we’ll start production right away. Our next tour won’t start until May, so we have plenty of time to prepare everything.”

“Ohhhhh I can feel my bones breaking already. We’re getting old,” Hyunjin whines.

Chan pats his thighs, cracking his knuckles before jumping out of bed. “You’re getting old,” he teases.

“I’m glad, though. Everything finally works out the way we wanted to. I guess we can say that we’re doing well now, right?”

Chan doesn’t wait for Hyunjin to answer and leaves the room right away. The latter ponders the rhetorical question for a while, recalling the goals they have reached for the past few years. Entering the Melon chart (and staying on Top 20 for a week), having one of the most successful world tour, winning prestigious awards at prestigious music awards, 3racha getting acknowledged as the industry’s top composers, 00z winning music shows for their unit debut last year, Jeongin getting drama roles, and last but not least, Hyunjin’s successful solo debut.

Feeling nostalgic, he scrolls through his phone, looking at old photos and silly videos. Looking at the lyrics he wrote on his note app. Then he goes through @realstraykids’ posts on Instagram, from when Jeongin still had braces until tonight. The latest selcas on his own official account are still getting likes, the fans showering him with praises.

Hyunjin has ticked off everything from his wish list. He has reached every goal he set a few years ago. They are doing well. He’s doing well.

He looks at his surroundings, immersing himself in the space and peace of his room that he once craved desperately. He’s supposed to be at peace now, but his mind won’t stop buzzing, asking himself what to do next.

For the very first time, Hyunjin realizes that he’s now floating on Cloud 9. Everything is perfect, he’s living his dream life. But at the back of his head, he can hear the clock ticking, ready to push him over the edge the moment he loses his balance, watching him fall all the way to the pits of hell.

Everything is perfect, but why does his heart feel so empty?

Hyunjin’s brows furrow as he tries to catch some comments the fans are posting. When he was a rookie he couldn’t get used to how fast the comments come in, and it’s something that doesn’t quite change. Probably he got used to it at some point, but they kept gaining fans that the comment section is always extremely active.

“Hyunjin oppa,” he pronounces the words slowly. ”Spo-spoiler please!”

He lifts his head to give the viewers a secretive smile. “Nope.” He wiggles his forefinger. “You have to wait for the teasers!”

“Ohhh the comments! You guys are so excited I can’t keep up!”

More comments flood in, and Hyunjin has to press his phone screen in order to read the one comment he’s been trying to read. “Recommend me a song, please!”

“Uhhh—” He takes some time to think of the songs he’s been listening to, tapping his fingers against the surface of the table while the comments keep coming in, but this time he spots words that stab him right on his gut. With trembling hands, he lifts his phone, clicking the report button as subtle as possible. His vision grows blurry as he reports every single comment that has the word “fuck you”, “die” or “talentless” in it.

The pause has become too long and too awkward, so he stops himself from reporting more and stares at the lens. “Ah, song recommendation!” he exclaims. “I have quite a lot but thesedays I’ve been listening to 00z songs a lot. We had so much fun promoting together.”

Hyunjin feels his other phone vibrating in his pocket, probably his mother checking in. It gives him a boost of energy, and he tells his fans he’ll stay with them for 10 more minutes. “When we’re just talking like this, I’m always reminded that we’ve come so far,” Hyunjin says, a smile on his face. “It feels good to know that all of you are making time for us, for me, after your busy day. And no, I’m not sleepy. Don’t worry, everyone!”

He reads some more comments, mostly cheesy pickup lines to cheer himself up as his brain is still trying to get all the hurtful words out of his system. “Ah, I think I have to go now,” Hyunjin announces lowly. “I have to go back to practice, if not Chan hyung will barge in and drag me back to the practice room.”

“What? You want me to get scolded by Chan hyung? Why are you so mean?!”

Hyunjin ends up staying for 20 more minutes before finally ending the broadcast. Conversation with his fans is something he values a lot; it gives him strength and makes him laugh. It makes him feel loved and he wants his fans to feel the same.

But it’s equally tiring. He has to brace himself for some less-than-nice comments, sometimes they are way too severe for him to handle that the company sues all the commenters. You’ve told him over and over again that those people aren’t his fans.

Everything could’ve been worse. Hyunjin still considers himself very lucky that he has much more fans than haters. Still, he often imagines how it will feel if he has no hater at all, since he does have some friends who seem to only hear pretty words.

Hyunjin stays inside the room for a few more minutes, replying to Seungmin’s messages and assures him that he’ll be back soon. He idly plays one of their songs he hasn’t heard for years, the song that was always included in their setlist before being replaced by some other songs. Hyunjin initially thought he wouldn’t need that song anymore, but tonight, he needs it. Maybe he needs it more now than before.

After making a mental note to ask the other boys to add the song back to the concert’s setlist, Hyunjin leaves, cursing himself for taking too much time to regain his composure.

Should I stop or not? Should I give up or not?

“Hwang Hyunjin, stop coming into my room without my permission! You literally trespassed into someone else’s property!”

Hyunjin groans into his pillow, instantly regretting his decision to pick up your call at midnight. “I didn’t!”

“Don’t lie to me. You took Gureum with you!”

He takes a quick glance at the rabbit plushie he placed on top of his pillow. Last night, he did go home because Kkami (everyone calls him old man now) got a little sick. “I miiiiight have made a quick detour next door when I was about to leave.”

“You’re pathetic. You got soooooo many plushies and toys and cute headbands from fansigns and you stole my Gureum.”

“Stop guilt tripping me! I missed Gureum, okay? Why didn’t you take him to your dorm?”

Hyunjin senses your hesitation as you clear your throat. “Well, sometimes seeing Gureum only makes me miss everyone more, so I just left him at home.”

Now he feels guilty. Your parents are currently staying overseas to take care of your sick little sister. He pictures you coming to an empty home every two weeks, exhausted and not having anyone to welcome you.

“Do you want me to come over?”

“Our superstar isn’t busy?”

“I am, but I’m willing to sacrifice my precious time for my best friend.”

You scoff over the phone, but telling him to hurry up before ending the call. Hyunjin packs his clothes and toiletries, along with Gureum—his birthday present for your 11th birthday. You almost never sleep without it, yet the plushie still looks brand new.

Unable to hide his smitten smile, Hyunjin grabs his keys.

The apartment complex where Hyunjin lives has changed a lot over the years. The soccer field he used to play at is now a playground. The little bookstore you loved so much is now a bakery. Now there’s a big shopping mall right across the building. After saving up for a while, Hyunjin asked his parents whether they wanted to move to a bigger place. He kind of hoped that they wouldn’t want it because he wanted to stay close to you (although coming home is a real challenge for him). Luckily, his parents said no.

He enters your door password leisurely, recalling the time when your parents told him to take care of you.

So far, you’ve been the one taking care of him.

Hyunjin heads straight to your bedroom, opening the door and sees you curling on your bed. The mattress he sleeps on whenever he stays over is already laid on the floor.

“Gureum!” you yell when he throws the squishy rabbit to you. Hyunjin drops his bag and settles himself on the mattress, staring up at you.

“How’s your sis?”

You scoot towards the end of the bed, showing him a photo on your phone. Your sister is smiling; she looks much better than before, but still very pale and thin. “I haven’t called her,” Hyunjin admits. “But she got the albums I sent to her. Sent the ones signed by the others too. That kid loves Jisung, do you know that?”

“I got her into Jisung.”

He sits up, looking almost offended. “Your bias is Han Jisung?”

“This world doesn’t revolve around you, superstar.” You flash him a cheeky grin. “I wanted to ask you to let me go to the backstage again last tour, but I restrained myself. As your kind best friend, I shouldn’t abuse my privilege.”

“You know that he never cleans his room, right?”

You hum, “Nobody’s perfect, Jinnie.”

“Oh come on!” Hyunjin protests. “If it’s Jeongin I understand although he also never cleans his room. But Jisung? And you’re calling yourself my best friend!”

“He’s funny!” you argue. ”He has a nice voice—it’s really sexy when he raps, he dances well, he wrote all my favorite Stray Kids songs, and he actually had the balls to fight you. A real champ.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, making a gesture to snatch Gureum away from you. “And at the end of the day, you love him,” you add. “He makes you laugh too.”

Well, it’s a fact he can’t refute. You ask, “Do you think I should hit on him or something? Will people call me out? Does he have someone?”

“We are not having this conversation Y/N. I don’t care if both of you are my best friends, you’re not dating Han Jisung. What happened to that ‘hot senior’ Jung Jaehyun? The last time we called, you were so in love with him.”

The mention of Jaehyun’s name causes you to slump into your bed, covering yourself with your thick blanket. “I sort of blew it up,” you mumble. “He asked me on a real date and I said no.”

You seem to hit realization that’s way too late, and now you’re hollering, “I said no to Jung Jaehyun! Oh my God Hyunjin… I’m such an idiot!”

Hyunjin can’t contain his giggles. Relief washes over him; you and Jaehyun seemed rather serious and while he wished you well, the thought of you being with someone else always pains him. He knows he’s not allowed to feel that way just because you’re best friends.

Most of the times, he can’t help it.

“He’s a real gentleman and he said he was into me. ME. Everyone would throw themselves at him but he came up to me and I flat out rejected him. What the hell is wrong with me?!”

You’re rolling on your bed, whining and kicking at the air. “I tried not to think about it but… it was just a date? Even if I didn’t end up dating him at least I could tell my grandchildren that I went on a date with Jung Jaehyun!”

“Is he really that great?” Hyunjin asks, out of curiosity but laced with jealousy he hopes you can’t see. His words sound distant to his own ears, triggering his fear of losing you.

“Yeah, I guess?”

You nudge his legs when he doesn’t respond. “How about you? Everything’s fine? You don’t look happy thesedays.”

Hyunjin never lies to you. You have a full access to his heart; he lets you in on his happiest days when life feels like the shiniest summer. He also lets you in even after the messiest thunderstorm when he feels that everything is fucked up. This time, he wants to lock you out. There’s nothing to see, there’s nothing to fix.

His heart is empty—he is empty, and he wants to protect you from the bleakness of it.

“I’m fine, just been arguing with Felix and Minho hyung over the song we’ll perform. It feels too monotone for me, but they think it’s perfect,” he explains, not completely lying. “I don’t know if I’m being selfish but somehow I just can’t let it go.”

“Have you tried explaining to them? Not how you feel, but how the song is. You can always go technical, you don’t need to worry just because Minho is more experienced.”

Hyunjin sighs. “I did, but probably it’s just me.”

“Do you wanna talk things out?” You yawn, squishing Gureum into your chest. “Or do you want to just sleep?”

He glances at the clock. “We both need sleep. It’s almost 3A.M.”

“Alright. Good night—I mean good morning!”

Hyunjin stretches his neck to look at you, your eyes are already closed. He relaxes his body and tries to sleep, but his jumbled mind keeps him awake. Hyunjin waits until you’re fast asleep before scooting closer, softly taking your hand in his before closing his eyes once again. He did it a lot when he was younger, holding your hand until he fell asleep. You nagged at him because it woke you up, but you never told him to stop doing it.

Tonight is no different.

“Hyunjin?”

“Sorry.”

You turn to him, “It’s okay.”

He mumbles a thank you, ready to go to sleep when you move to the mattress. Hyunjin gulps at the close proximity, it’s been too long since you slept on the same bed as him.

“Hyunjin, I missed you.”

Hyunjin heard a theory somewhere: 3.A.M-conversations are the most honest. It’s a little over 3A.M now, and he doesn’t how much of that theory is true, but your words fuel something deep within him. The feeling so strong he has to tear his gaze away from you. Hyunjin slowly pulls you into his arms, patting your back in rhythm with the clock.

He grazes his lips on your shoulder, mouthing his reply quietly, “I missed you too.”

You nod against his chest, pulling your hand out of his grasp so you could circle your arms around his torso.

Hyunjin falls asleep almost immediately, succumbing to the warmth and comfort you radiate.

He’s going to be alright.

“Do you think I’ll ever debut?”

Hyunjin takes off his SOPA jacket, plopping onto the bed while you’re munching on a pack of jelly. “Let me sleep for 10 minutes. I have to go to the company after this.”

You slap his thigh. “Why do you always sleep in my room? If I got a dollar everytime you sabotage my bed I’d be really rich now. Get out, you have practice!”

He reaches for your knee, using it as a pillow. Hyunjin feels you soften as you card your hand through his hair. “Is it hard? Are those mean hyungs still bothering you?”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “Changbin hyung told those motherfuckers to mind their own business.”

“Stop cursing!” you hiss. “It’s not cool, and what if you accidentally curse on broadcast later? You have so much to learn…”

Hyunjin opens his eyes and smiles when he meets your gaze. “Do you think I’ll ever debut?” he repeats his question.

“Have you seen yourself dancing? You’re better than most of the trainees I saw at the open showcase. Plus you have so many girls screaming your name. No offense, but that is definitely a plus point.”

You give his head a little smack when you notice doubt flashing through his orbs. “I believe in you, Hyunjin. Don’t doubt yourself,” you tell him softly. “And if you need someone to give those ‘motherfuckers’ a lesson, just call me. I know some people who can shut them up.”

He lets out an obnoxious gasp. “Are you a gangster now?! Your parents are going to be so disappointed in you. Looks like you have to say goodbye to medical school now…”

You sigh, now it’s your turn to look at Hyunjin with doubt in your eyes. “I’ll get in, right? What if I flunk my results later?”

“This is why I hate smart people,” he bemoans. “You rank first in the whole school, stop saying nonsense.”

Both of you a few more minutes lying in silence. When he waves you goodbye, Hyunjin feels like he can soar.

He’s safe with you, and you’re safe with him.

“Hwang Hyunjin, get off me!”

Hyunjin wakes up to you trying to untangle your legs from his. He catches your flailing legs, removing his before examining your face. “It’s almost noon. Aren’t you running late?” you pester, pointing at the clock.

“Lunch?” he asks.

This is supposed to be awkward. Hyunjin can’t recall what happened a few hours ago before blushing—he’s never been that intimate with you before. You two have had a fair share of platonic cuddle sessions, but last night felt different.

“Not yet,” you mutter. “I just woke up. Oh God my back hurts.”

He wants to know whether you feel the same, but you’ve made your way to the bathroom before he could ask anything. “What do you want to eat?” you yell, almost incoherently due to the toothpaste in your mouth.

“You’re not going to shower?” Hyunjin playfully shrieks.

“It’s my day off!”

“My mom must’ve cooked something. Gimme 10 minutes.”

Although he’s done this at least a hundred times, it’s still hard for Hyunjin to leave home. Seeing his he’s never able to stop his heart getting heavier at the sight of bidding his family goodbye until God knows when.

“Please come home more Y/N,” his mother asks you, raising her eyebrow. “Hyunjin seems to randomly pop up whenever you’re here, so please, come home more.”

You smack his back loudly, causing him to let out a choked groan. “I’ll teach him a lesson, don’t worry.”

Hyunjin gives his mother a sheepish smile, knowing all too well what she meant. He pulls you out before she starts grilling him for information, yelling one last goodbye before closing the door. You search for something inside your bag, stopping him from pressing the elevator button.

“You left something?”

“My dorm key,” you answer, walking back to your own unit. “You should just go,” you say. “It’s in the middle of the day anyways, we shouldn’t be seen together.”

Hyunjin follows you inside, watching you rummage through one of the buffet drawers. He notices how your shoulders are slumped and the way your eyebrows furrow. As his mind wanders to last night once again, you jab at his stomach lightly. “Hey, you’re spacing out.”

“Oh,” is all Hyunjin can say. He takes a good look of you, something he always does before he parts ways with you. Before he can stop himself, Hyunjin has wrapped his arms around you, letting you hear his erratic heartbeat. He still misses you, even after spending the whole night together.

Eventually, you pull away. “I’ll go first.” You ruffle his head. “See you when I see you?”

“See you soon,” he corrects you.

You smile, taking your bag from the floor and when he blinks, you’re gone.

Hyunjin still misses you now, even when you were just in his embrace a few minutes ago, burying your head into the crook of his neck. The empty space in his heart seems to expand whenever he thinks about you.

It hurts.

Minho ends the dance practice and everyone collapses on the floor the moment the music stops playing. Hyunjin immediately restarts the discussion they had before practice started.

“We used to sing both Grow Up and You Can Stay, why do we have to choose one now?” he demands while all of them are sprawled on the floor. “Our fans miss it too, I think it’s the perfect chance to bring it back.”

Chan takes a deep breath, nodding at Hyunjin. “I can’t see why not,” he says with a chuckle. “I don’t even remember why we abandoned it in the first place.”

Hyunjin does, and he knows Chan does too. It was simple, really. The song that once gave them comfort turned into this big monster made out of their worst nightmares. Each member had cried to the song during some of their concerts, and now performing it in front of everyone always brings back the painful memories.

“Yeah, we should sing it again,” Felix adds, kicking Jisung’s leg so the latter would sit up and voice out his opinion. “Well.” Jisung scratches the back of his head, “I’m cool with it.”

The rest of the group mumbles similar answers and Chan claps, giving Hyunjin a thumbs up. “Hyunjinnie is all grown up,” he praises before gathering his things and leaves. Hyunjin snorts at the leader’s compliment, but his sparkly eyes can’t fool anyone.

He pulls out his phone to relay the happy news to you, but the sparks in his eyes quickly fade when his messages from hours ago are still unread.

“What time are we leaving tomorrow?” he asks.

Seungmin checks his phone. “5A.M.”

Hyunjin wipes his sweat, chugging his water. Their American tour starts in a few days, and while he’s ecstatic because they’ll be performing at LA Staples Center for the first time, he also feels uneasy.

He takes out his phone, opening his contacts and stops when he sees your name. He stares at the number he remembers by heart.

“You okay?” Seungmin asks. “If you’re worried about District 9’s formation change, don’t. You nailed it today.”

“District 9…” Hyunjin trails off. “We’re getting too old for District 9.”

Jeongin grunts in agreement. “Whenever we finish my head always spins for like a minute. It’s been too long.”

“Yah,” Seungmin scolds him. “You need to get it checked. What if there’s something wrong with your head?”

The youngest does an exaggerated head banging, earning a kick from the puppy-like boy. Hyunjin chuckles at the two’s antics; some things never really change, and he’s grateful that this is one of those things.

Seungmin throws a playful punch at Jeongin’s stomach one last time before focusing his gaze back on Hyunjin. “Seriously though, did something happen?”

Hyunjin’s brain has a lot of template answers to questions like this, but the cliché words on tip of his tongue feel burning. His friends wait patiently as he fumbles for words, blinking his tears away when he fails to find the right words.

“I don’t even know if there’s anything,” he finally concludes. “It’s just—ever since Bonsang, it’s been hard. It’s been… nothing. Empty.”

Seungmin and Jeongin only nod, as if they understand how he feels. They probably do, Hyunjin thinks. Maybe he’s not the only one. Maybe all of his members have experienced it at some point, although at different times. Hyunjin feels slightly relieved at the thought. I’m not insane.

When he was a trainee, he thought everything would be fine once he debuted. It was, to some extent. But he was young and naïve, and when things beyond his control happened, Hyunjin barely managed to stay afloat. People told him how to handle stress, how to voice out his concerns, how to manage his body, mind and soul. He knew how to survive, theoretically.

No one actually taught him nor the other boys, and for an 18 year-old boy, feelings got intense quickly. After some trials and errors, everyone figured that it was best not to bottle up their feelings. Once again, it sounded easy in theory. In reality, with so many things happening at once, most of them eventually created a space in their own heads to seal everything in. They endured.

Jeongin looks at him with hesitation, rubbing his hands together. “It happens,” he reassures him. “It’s okay to worry about it, hyung. But worry about it with me, please!” Jeongin raises his tone. “You can barge into my room anytime. You can annoy the hell out of me, but stop suffering alone, will you?!”

Seungmin can’t miss the chance to tease the maknae. “Says the one who cried alone all night long in the bathtub after losing his voice.”

“If I hadn’t found you, you would’ve passed out,” Hyunjin adds. Jeongin lifts his hands in defeat. “Whatever. But I meant what I said.”

“Our Jeongin is so dependable,” Hyunjin coos.

“You say that all the time.” Jeongin rolls his eyes. “And then still baby me.”

Seungmin takes Hyunjin’s phone from the floor, passing it to the owner. “Call Y/N.”

Hyunjin panics a little. “Why?”

Seungmin shrugs. “Better days start after meeting the person you want to see the most!”

“Speaking of you and Y/N,” Jeongin quips. “You guys aren’t in high school anymore, stop flirting with each other and date already.”

Hyunjin gets a surge of bravery and dials your number, but immediately regrets his decision with each passing minute. He almost ends the call when you finally answer. “Hyunjin?”

“H-hi,” he stammers. “Busy?”

“Kind of... What? What happened?”

“Can we meet? I only need a couple of minutes. You’re in Seoul, right?”

“I am. Hyunjin, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

It’s scaring me too.

“I want to tell you in person. Where are you? I’ll come to you.”

Hyunjin isn’t sure when the lines between best friends and something more started to get blurry. The worse thing is, he realized it way too late and things got complicated before he could do anything about it.

“It’s too late to back out,” he mouths to himself while opening the stairwell door in the hospital you’re currently at. You’re sitting on one of the steps, dozing off as your head hits the wall every now and then.

Hyunjin runs his hand through his hair, guilt consuming him. He sits beside you, pulling your head to his right shoulder. The two of you always attended the same school until high school, when he decided to enroll in SOPA instead of a regular school. Since then, he never really knows what’s going on in your life. You told him about your close friends, the small fights, medical students’ inside jokes, the good looking boys, all the knowledge and experiences you’re grateful for despite the never-ending suffering and constant lack of sleep. You told him everything, but he’s never actually seen you in your world.

You’ve seen enough of his world—you’ve gone to his concerts, awards shows, even fansigns (as a prank because you wanted to see him getting all flustered while pretending not to know you). Hyunjin never has the time or makes an effort to do the same, and while it’s completely understandable due to the nature of his job, he feels like he’s going to lose you.

As he brushes your hair out of your face, Hyunjin asks himself whether he’s good enough for you.

“Whoa,” you suddenly whisper, straightening your body. “Did I fall asleep?”

Hyunjin stops you from getting up. “You must be tired.”

“So are you.” You remove his hand from your head. “So tell me. What’s going on?”

You’re here, sitting beside him, only wanting truth to come out of his mouth. Hyunjin bites his lip, the urge to just let go is eating him up, his soul begging him to get some answers. The familiar hollowness is back, and tears start to roll down his cheeks.

This isn’t the first time he cries in front of you, so you just pat his head, waiting for the tears to stop. “I’m sorry,” he groans. “I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You lift his head, eyes looking straight into his. “What for?” you mutter. “Hyunjin, please tell me.”

Hyunjin makes a silent plead at himself to toughen up, but it’s hard when you’re staring at him like this, wide eyes filled with raw concern and sincerity that never fail to touch the deepest part of his heart. “Hmm?” you prompt, still patting his head ever so softly.

“It’s been hard,” Hyunjin sniffles. “It’s hard to look forward to the future. I feel restless all the time. I have nothing to fight for. It’s…,” He makes gestures with his hand in attempt to explain it better. “… empty.”

You wipe his tears with the sleeve of your white coat. “Do you know why you feel that way?”

Hyunjin nods. “We’re doing well, we really are… and that’s probably why. Everything is going too well I don’t know what thrills me anymore. I thought I’d feel content once I reached all of my dreams, but that’s not the case.”

He examines your face, rehearsing the next lines in his head again and again. You cock an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. And the last bit of Hyunjin’s defense crumbles with every blink of your pretty eyes.

“And you… I miss you all the time. Even when you’re right here with me, I still miss you. I have to hold back whenever I’m with you because I don’t want you to run away from me. I love you, Y/N. I don’t know when it all started but maybe I’ve always loved you and it hurts me not being able to tell you that. The emptiness… it gets worse whenever you tell me we shouldn’t be seen together or that you have to go or when you have other boys like Jaehyun who are clearly better for you than I am because they can be there for you. I love you so bad you don’t know how hard it is to go through days without you, without kissing you good night, without hearing you laugh for me. I keep thinking, ‘what if you’re suddenly gone?’ Maybe you’ll leave me someday, maybe you’ll tell me that you can’t be my friend anymore, but I need you, Y/N. I love you and I need you here with me to keep going. I—”

Hyunjin watches you slowly—very slowly—retract your hand from his head as words fail him, and he feels as if his guts are being hammered to pieces. He can’t read your eyes, can’t even try to define what your gaze means.

You eventually stand up, pulling him up with you. “I’m not the answer, Hyunjin,” you mutter. “You can’t expect that you’ll never feel empty again once I say that I accept your feelings. It’s just—it’s not fair. This isn’t just about us not being together.”

“But—”

“I know,” you cut him off, your body start shaking due to all the tension. “I know. That’s how you feel, and I can’t dictate you what to feel and not to feel. Think about it like this…”

You pause to check if he’s still listening to you. He nods, weakly.

“… you spent years working your ass off to get recognition from everyone, and you did it. Don’t ever forget that, I’m begging you. So all of your dreams have come true and you feel lost now… it’s okay. You have a lot of time, Hyunjin. You can always have a new dream, you can have a thousand more. Don’t make me the answer to everything just because you haven’t found any other answer.”

You wait for him to respond, but Hyunjin is frozen to his spot. His world is now upside down, and he doesn’t know how long it will take to fix everything.

Your phone rings, snapping him out of his trance. You look at him apologetically. “I have to go.” Those damn words again. “Ask Seungmin to help you ice your face, you don’t want to show up at the airport with swollen eyes, do you? Call me before you take off, okay? Hyunjin?”

He can only nod, trying his best to give you the most reassuring smile. He feels everything all at once: shock, shame, sadness… but mostly regret because you’re right.

You always are.

“Have fun on tour! Send me all the photos you take!”

Now it’s turn for Hyunjin’s phone to ring as you make your way out, leaving him alone. He’s about to press the green button when the door opens once again. Hyunjin lets his phone ring, watching you fidget with your hands.

He’s still pretty much tongue-tied, but forces himself to ask, “Did you ever… love me? As more than friends?”

To his surprise, you take quick steps towards him, tiptoeing to press your lips on his. Your eyes are closed, your hands are tied to your sides and it takes Hyunjin his whole willpower to refrain himself from pulling your body closer, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the life out of you. He closes his eyes and just stands there, accepting whatever you’re willing to give him because there’s nothing he yearns more than your love and trust.

Hyunjin almost whines when you pull away with red cheeks and teary eyes. “Come back to me when you’re ready. I’ll wait for you. Only you.”

It’s Hyunjin’s 10th (or 11th? He can’t really remember) visit to New York, but he’s still as excited as a kid with his lollipop. After years of traveling from country to country, Hyunjin realizes that he just doesn’t get bored, ever. Each place holds a special memory he keeps close to his heart, something sentimental that motivates him to go back every chance he gets.

“Stand there,” he motions at Seungmin—the only one who’s willing to accompany him walking around the Empire State Building for the nth time—to stand at the spot he points at. Seungmin follows his instruction, smiling when Hyunjin starts counting. They examine the result and Seungmin shoves his leg. “I guess you finally learned something.”

Hyunjin feigns hurt, setting his camera’s focus on a group of kids, holding his breath before pressing the shutter. “As if you taught me anything.”

He glances at his bandmate who’s busy taking photos with his own camera. Photo hunting with Seungmin is always in Hyunjin’s “limited free time” itinerary. They’ve strolled around so many cities together, sometimes it takes the whole day if time allows them. Strangely, Seungmin never gets bored of it either and although it’s no surprise since he loves photography more than anything else, Hyunjin is grateful.

“You never say no whenever I ask you to take photos with me,” Hyunjin states. “Why?”

Seungmin frowns. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just wondering,” Hyunjin mumbles. “We do pretty much the same thing everytime. Sometimes I force you to go to the places we’ve been to… don’t you get bored?”

“It’s always different everytime, I thought that’s why sometimes you take photos at the same place? It’s never exactly the same, don’t you think?”

Hyunjin goes through the photos he took in New York last year, smiling at some of them as he recalls the funny anecdotes behind them. When he slips his phone back into his jeans pocket and lets his eyes wander… yes, nothing is exactly the same.

“You truly are a photographer. When’s your next exhibition, Photographer Kim?”

Seungmin snaps his finger. “Ah! Exhibition! I forgot to ask you, why don’t we held a joint exhibition this time?”

“You want to show your photos along with my photos?”

“Why not? Yours are amazing too! And you’re my best friend, it’ll be fun.”

Hyunjin imagines having his photo framed on the wall. Small placards pinned underneath, containing the words he constructs to explain each of them. The fans will come to feel how it feels like to be here behind the lens. Maybe people who don’t even know him will come too, and get a chance to actually know him.

He reaches his phone to relay the idea to you, smiling to himself when he finds messages from you instead.

y/n: [sends a picture]

y/n: ahreum finally woke up today! isnt she pretty?

me: everyone is prettier than you

me: you must be happy!!

y/n: ??????

y/n: oh. she asked me to recommend boygroup songs

y/n: i made her listen to every single skz song

y/n: and your solo songs!!!!

me: awwwwwww

me: and you cant be doing this for free right?

“Is that your best friend slash girlfriend?” Seungmin is suddenly standing behind him, reading over his shoulder. “You guys are so cute it’s making me feel sick.”

Hyunjin sighs, gazing at the busy street upon him. “We’re not dating. At least not yet.”

“What happened? Just realized that I never really asked.”

“She asked me to come to her when I’m ready.”

Seungmin looks at him quizzically, but decides not to press him further. “Are you ready now?”

They’re flying back to Seoul next week, and while he thought he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the tour, he truly did. He thinks of all the good things that have happened: the sold out shows, the happy tears, his improvement, the upcoming exhibition with Seungmin, and lastly, you—the one who’s patiently waiting for him.

There have been a lot of times when Hyunjin feels like he’s everywhere but nowhere at the same time. It sounds scary, but now he realizes that he only needs to admit that he’s indeed everywhere, but never nowhere.

“Almost.”

The instrumental of Grow Up starts to play and all the boys rush back to their designated positions. The atmosphere turns a bit more sentimental as the bridge approaches, they’re just looking at each other while Minho is singing his part. In the past, they often teased each other during this very part, afraid that they would break down if they let their emotions overtake them. Hyunjin averts his gaze to the audience, watching the beautiful color of their lightsticks light up the huge stadium. As he gestures at some of the fans to stop crying, Hyunjin thanks himself for convincing the others to add the song back to their setlist.

The song comes to an end, and Chan gathers everyone to make a circle. Hyunjin feels pats on his head and back, Chan’s voice drowned by the fans who are still singing. He can’t resist the urge to turn around, so he does just that, and what he won’t trade what he sees for anything.

Their fans are standing there, eyes focused on everyone on stage as they sing each syllable perfectly. Changbin follows his gaze, and soon all of them are facing the audience again, listening to every wish, every hope, and every message relayed through the lyrics of the song.

Hyunjin lifts his mic, eyes darting to Chan who gives him a nod of approval. “Thank you,” he begins. “This is our last stop for this tour, and I can’t be any prouder and thankful to all of you.”

He lets the translator translate his speech before continuing, “I had a lot of worries before the tour started. I honestly thought I wouldn’t be able to go through everything.”

“You made our dreams come true,” Hyunjin continues. “You made my dreams come true and I naively thought that was the end of everything. But I learned a lot during this tour, and once again, you made this happen. All the pretty words you told us, they mean a lot. They always will. I realized that this will always be my dream, no matter how many times this has come true. I want to make you, who stay with us throughout everything, happy. I want to be here for a very long time. I want to be with you, to be with the members and our family, for a very long time.”

He stops when he feels he can’t continue anymore, letting the others take the spotlight. He gives each of his bandmates with a loving gaze, stopping at Minho who lets tears roll down his cheeks this time. Jeongin is giggling beside him, walking over to wrap the tsundere hyung in a firm hug.

Hyunjin thinks they’ve really come a long way.

Being back home usually gives Hyunjin a peace of mind, but when he sees no notification on his phone, he feels weird. He dials his mother’s number, his heart grows even more anxious when she picks up.

“Oh Hyunjin-ah, did you just land?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you come over here? Or do you have an important schedule?”

“No, we get 2 days off. What’s going on?”

“Y/N’s sister passed away. Sorry we didn’t tell you sooner, we didn’t want you to panic.”

“Eomma! How could you?”

“I’m sorry. This is Y/N’s request as well. She’s been here for 2 days and no one can make her eat anything. Can you take her home?”

“I’ll be there soon.”

“You’re going to live in Germany! You’re such a lucky kid!”

The little girl smiles bashfully as you pout at her. “The luckiest girl on Earth,” you add, fixing her messy hair.

“If you’re so jealous of me, why don’t you come along?”

“Are you kidding?” you exclaim. “I’m on my way to be the greatest doctor in this country. You can’t change my mind.”

“Alright, it’s time to go,” your father interrupts, giving you one last hug before whispering things into your ear. Hyunjin steps back to allow you say goodbye to your family, tearing up at the painful sight. Your father, a doctor, accepts an offer to work in a hospital in Germany and takes the whole family with him since your sick little sister needs more intensive treatment.

But you’re staying to become a great doctor like your father, hoping you’ll get a chance to cure your sister later.

“Please take care of her, Hyunjin. We trust you,” your mother tells him. Hyunjin nods, enveloping your hand in his. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here monitoring her every move and drag her back home whenever she spends too much time at the academy.”

Your sister laughs, bowing to Hyunjin. “I also want a boyfriend like Hyunjinoppa! Please take care of our unnie.”

You yank your hand away from him. “He’s not my boyfriend!”

Hyunjin seems unbothered by your statement, bowing to your family to annoy you more. “Our family will take care of her, you can trust us.”

Your sister’s smiling face greets Hyunjin as he enters the funeral home. He stares at the photo then closes his eyes to pray, whispering strings of apologies that’s always too late. I’m sorry I never visited you. I’m sorry I failed to take care of your sister. I’m sorry I didn’t call you enough.

He bows to your family, the first bow since years ago, and he wishes he could turn back time. Hyunjin turns to you, gazing into your tired eyes. Your mother pulls him towards you. “She hasn’t eaten at all. Can you please bring her home, Hyunjin? I hope you’re not too busy. I’m sorry that we meet like this.”

“Hyunjin just landed in Seoul. How could you force him to come here?” you snap, returning his gaze. “Go home. I’ll call you later.”

Hyunjin almost yells in frustration, but swallows everything before dragging you out, only tightening his grip on your wrist when you try to pry his hand off of you. You keep shouting at him, yelling at him to stop, but Hyunjin doesn’t budge. He drags you all the way to his car, opening the passenger door for you.

“Get in the car, Y/N.”

Without waiting for you to move, he lifts your body and sits you down, fastening your seatbelt. “Please don’t push me away,” he pleads. “Why do you always tell me go home, go back to practice, to leave… why?! I promised your parents to take care of you. I promised your sister, why aren’t you letting me do that?!”

“I never asked you to do that,” you mutter through gritted teeth, causing Hyunjin to grip your shoulders.

“You only said that to hurt me,” he replies. “Even now you’re still trying to push me away. I want to be here Y/N. Don’t you want me here?”

You avoid his eyes, keeping your gaze on your clasped hands. “Tell me,” Hyunjin challenges. “Tell me that you don’t want me to stay with you, and I’ll leave.”

He waits for you to respond, letting out a relieved sigh he doesn’t bother hiding when you shake your head. “Want you here. Thank you.”

“Have you cried?”

After your sister was born, you were told not to shed tears in front of her. Your parents always scolded you if you started crying when you saw her in pain, and after some time, it became a habit. A habit that Hyunjin absolutely despises since it makes you suppress your feelings, as if punishing you for having feelings.

“I don’t know… maybe I haven’t.”

“You lost your sister, you can cry. Your parents cried a lot too, it’s fine.”

You nod, resting your head in the crook of his neck when tears start to well up. Hyunjin presses a kiss on your temple, finding himself tearing up the moment you start sobbing, something he has never witnessed although he’s known you for almost his whole life.

“Is this your Armani suit?” you manage to voice in the middle of sobs and snorts. He takes you into his embrace, chuckling, “Yes, but you can ruin it however you want. Another privilege as my best friend.”

“Can I abuse this privilege?”

“Ruining my expensive suits?”

“No,” you laugh airily. “Crying when you’re with me.”

Hyunjin cups your wet cheeks, gently pushing your hands away when you want to wipe your tears away. “Anytime. You can cry, laugh, curse, get angry, get drunk… you can do anything when you’re with me.”

And that’s all it takes before you start sobbing into his suit again. Hyunjin is standing there for the longest time, sandwiched by the passenger seat and door of his car with you in his arms. He doesn’t care, he will do it all over again, and he will do much more. For you, and only you.

“Where are you? It’s past midnight already!”

“Hwang Hyunjin, you’re lucky I’m willing to go home when I have a morning shift tomorrow,” you scold him over the phone.

“It’s my birthday! Wait, it isn’t even my birthday anymore!” he whines in an obnoxious tone that never fails to upset you. He giggles when he hears you huff, the sound of the elevator signaling that you’ve already arrived.

“You asked me to buy you a cake right before I left,” you hiss. “Now open the door, I’m outside.”

The call ends and Hyunjin rushes to the door. You’re carrying the red velvet cake he requested, the candles already lit and Hyunjin tries not to melt at the way you look at him. He did ask you to buy him a cake and “surprise” him at your apartment, but he is nowhere near ready to see you like this: all smiley and cheery for him despite sounding annoyed over the phone.

“Happy birthday,” you sing song, your smile growing wider as he blows the candle. Hyunjin returns your smile before taking the cake from you, pulling you towards your room. “Go get changed, I’ll slice the cake for you.”

A few minutes later, both of you are seated on your couch, talking about every little thing while enjoying the cake. Hyunjin tells you about Stray Kids’ upcoming comeback, a very special one since Minho choreographed the title track. You tell him about various cases that happened in the hospital while wondering if you’ll ever finish medical school and actually be a doctor.

Everything feels the way Hyunjin expects it to be, until you put your empty plate on the table and look at him straight in the eyes. “Hyunjin…”

He quickly swallows and places his plate on the table as well, never breaking eye contact with you. “What?”

You gulp. “Do you remember when I asked you to come find me when you’re ready?”

“Feels like yesterday.”

“Well,” you murmur. “I’m just wondering if you’re… ready.”

Fire lights up in his stomach, and before you can continue, Hyunjin is already trapping you between his body and the couch. “I am,” he says. “Are you?”

You brush his fringe with your fingers. “You were waiting for me?”

“You told me to start dreaming again, so I did,” Hyunjin recalls. “And I realized that all of my dreams are right in front of me—you, my family, the hyungs, Jeongin, the fans… keeping you guys with me is something I’ll always dream of although all of you are already here.”

You pout at him, but Hyunjin doesn’t miss the proud gleam in your eyes. “Then what’s taking you so long?”

He pinches your nose. “I waited for you to be ready, as you said before, it wasn’t just about us being together. I don’t want you to choose me only because you feel like you need me. I want you to… want me… to love me with a clear head. Just like what you wanted me to do. I want to give you the world, but only if you allow me to.”

You circle your arms around his neck, sighing happily, “You gave me the world, Hyunjin. You listen to me, you console me, you give me a shoulder to cry on. You’re the only one I’ve ever waited for, and I’m so glad that you came back to me.”

Hyunjin is sure that his whole system has stopped working, the words you just uttered feel like the strongest, yet the sweetest liquor he’s ever tasted. He is drunk on the love you offer; he’s drunk on your touch, your smile and everything you want to give him. You’re driving him nuts, completely nuts, but it’s the only thing he wants to feel. You are the only one he yearns to feel.

You seem to sense his burning gaze and start nibbling on your bottom lip. “So this is the part where you kiss me…”

“This is the part where I kiss you…”

You shake your head. “This feels weird. You’re my best friend.”

“You kissed me,” Hyunjin reminds you. “It’s not like we’ve never done it before.”

“No, but—” You pause to let yourself breathe. “I kissed you. This is different, I’m not going to survive you kissing me.”

“For the love of God Y/N, just—”

You point at your lips. “And I still have my lipgloss on!”

Hyunjin is caressing your reddening cheek now, trying to destroy the last bit of your defense. “And what’s wrong with that?” he asks softly.

“It’s sticky! Our lips will get stuck and it won’t be romantic.”

“So what do you want to do? Go into your room and wipe it off with a cotton pad or something?”

“Yeah, let’s do—”

Hyunjin doesn’t let you finish as he finally dives in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that set both of you on fire. He hums when he feels your body relax in his hold, allowing him to savor you with so much longing and want. Hyunjin lets his heart take the lead, kissing you harder whenever you tug the ends of his hair and making him putty under your touch. It never feels enough, it feels like he only gets hungrier everytime you return his kiss, the feeling of your lips moving against his almost destroys him.

Nothing is stopping him now, he came back to you and you welcomed him with open arms. Hyunjin leaves one more open mouthed kiss on your lips before pulling away with a loud pop, taking in the sight of you trying to breathe. You slowly meet his eyes with flushed cheeks, eyes mirroring his own and Hyunjin tries to remember every single detail. “God I love you so much,” he hears himself whisper.

You smile, lifting your hand to trace his face delicately. “I love you.”

“Are you mine now?” Hyunjin knows this is childish, but he wants to hear it. He longs to hear it.

Thankfully, you’re willing to play his game tonight. “Only yours.”

“No more mourning over Jung Jaehyun?”

“Jesus Christ, do you need to stoop that low.”

“Yes.” Hyunjin pecks your nose. “He doesn’t listen to K-pop, right? Introduce him to me.”

You roll your eyes. “I love you, why the hell are we talking about Jaehyun now?”

“Then what should we talk about?”

“Since we’re on a competition to ruin the mood, lemme burst your bubble: my parents are moving back in next week so we need another place to do... this.”

“Okay,” Hyunjin answers. “What are we gonna do now?”

You wrap your legs around his torso, making him gasp. “I don’t know, kiss me again? I’m gonna tell you this just once, but I, along with thousands of other people, have always wanted to kiss you. It made me feel pathetic, but it is what it is.”

Hyunjin blushes, but refuses to lose to you. “You tried to make me not kiss you a few minutes ago and now you’re desperate to kiss me. Was I that good?”

“Hmmm I guess so,” you hum.

He swiftly lifts your body, grinning when you tighten your hold around his neck. “Well, I’m yours to kiss now,” he teases, trying to walk into room without knocking into things. You leave soft kisses all over his face, prompting Hyunjin to walk faster so he could just kiss you already.

When your back hit your bed, Hyunjin stops to admire your face. “I kissed you a long time ago, don’t you remember?”

Your eyes widen. “You? Kissed me? With those plush lips? When?!”

“You don’t remember? But it was our first kiss!”

You spend the next few minutes racking your brain before nodding. “Ah, it did happen a long time ago.”

“It’s okay, maybe you wanted to forget that moment. It was your darkest time, and I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

Shaking your head, you run your thumb along his lip. “Thank you for staying with me all these years.”

Hyunjin closes the gap between you once again, hoping to chase away all the sorrow inside your soul. You pull him closer, making him practically lying on top of you, feeling your chest rise with each touch of his lips on your skin. “Thank you,” a kiss on each of your eye, “for,” a kiss on the tip of your nose, “making me,” a kiss on your lips—this time he lets it linger, “dream,” a kiss on your chin, “again,” and a kiss on your neck.

It took Hyunjin so long to understand the world, and now he still hasn’t understood even half of it. But in the middle of his journey, he met you. He learned to dream, he learned to love you.

And he learned to love himself.

The door opens with a bang, revealing an incredibly panicked Hyunjin. He just finished training when he received a call from you, who said nothing but, “I won’t let you walk home alone.” You wouldn’t end the call throughout his way home, but refused to say anything else and almost making Hyunjin dash to the police station.

Hyunjin sees your shadow, letting out a small scream when he spots you lying on the floor in the dark. He runs to you, about to carry you back into your room when you stop him. “I feel like crying,” you rasp, choking on your saliva. “I can’t stop it.”

It’s been a month since your family left, and while you’re trying your best to be a big girl and live the way you always do, it’s not easy. Hyunjin lies beside you, eyes locked on the tears rolling down your cheeks. You never cry loudly. You never sob nor wail. You just cry silently, mostly in the dark so you can’t see yourself crying.

Hyunjin takes your hand in his, hovering over you before tracing your tears with his lips as if it can stop them. He pecks every wet spot, slowly getting to your lips. He leaves a chaste, barely-there kiss before wrapping his arms around you, whispering comforting things until you start falling asleep on the hard floor.

Hyunjin hopes you’ll allow yourself to cry however you wish to someday.

a/n: i was so happy writing this that i almost cried when i finished because i know i’m going to miss writing this one. this story feels so sentimental, happy and sad at the same time and probably that’s why i feel so attached to it. ive wanted to write this since last year, even before “give my heart a chance”. i always wondered what would happen after we reach our dreams and i hope you’ll feel a little better after reading this (especially if you’re experiencing the same thing). this story is a long journey, but i hope you’ll enjoy it.

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No Coincidence

As you got closer and closer to the semi-finals of Show Me The Money your fanbase grew. Not only were you gaining credibility as a rapper but also great friends and future business partners. Since you were basically an unknown underground rapper the biggest question on everyone’s mind was who you would end up signing with.

You were always sending love to Yoon Mirae making people think you wanted in with Feel Ghood. But then again you were in Zico & Dean’s team. “I swear I’m going to make my own company and sign you.”

You laughed, it was getting late and you were still caught up rehearsing. Coming up with your next performance for the show was proving to be difficult. Hangzoo had already gone home while you remained. “Give me a good contract Boss and I’ll sign.”

“Really?” Dean asked in shock. He too thought you were after Feel Ghood.

“Honestly,” your hand pressed against your chest. “I’m open to all offers but I do have a list.” You shot a wink at Zico, “I’ll add you to the list Boss.”

“I like being called Boss,” Zico sat taller feeling like he had just been crowned king. From now on you should just call me Boss.”

“Show me the money first,” you shot back causing the filming staff and Dean to break out in laughter.

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Unfortunately, your next performance was your last.

You hugged Hangzoo and congratulated him for being the last member of the team. “You have to win this,” you encouraged while shedding a few stray tears. It was an emotional time, on one hand, you were sad to go but on the other, you had done your best and showed what you were made of.

Hangzoo nodded as held you. He really didn’t want to see you go while he stayed. Zico and Dean joined the hug and gave you words of encouragement that brought back your smile.

On all sides, the other producers and remaining finalists waited to also bid you farewell. You were the final female rapper, your leaving meant the stage would be all men again. They would be losing their witty queen who had a comeback for everything.

“We’re going to miss you Y/N,” Tiger JK gave you a final comforting pat on the back. He slid you a card making you gawk at both him and Bizzy. “That’s my wife’s number.”

“Are you serious? I have Yoon Mirae’s number?” Finally, you had managed to get your favorite rapper to notice you. Everyone wanted to take a look but you quickly held it to your chest obstructing their view and jumping with joy.

That’s how filming ended for you... or so you thought.

As you walked out into the parking lot you ran into Jay Park. “Going home?” he asked rhetorically. He knew you used public transportation and wanted to offer you a ride. This just seemed like the proper thing to say first before doing so.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Even though you got eliminated today, you’re a winner and you should be sent home like one.”

You had to admit you blushed hard just in time for Dok2 to see it too. He came out almost out of nowhere like he was waiting for you somewhere in the shadows.

“What’s going on?” His question was directed at Jay who he thought had already left.

“Just some business.”

“Business?” you asked now realizing what this was about. You were being scouted by CEO Jay Park. “You want me in H1ghr?” That was the label he seemed to be recruiting for recently but he shook his head.

“AOMG.”

Your hands clasped over your mouth to muffle your loud gasp. Could it be true? Were you really being offered the chance to be the second female signed to AOMG? “Like with Hoody and Simon and Gray-”

Jay laughed, “yes to everything.”

“Shit-” you muttered to yourself. First, you got an invitation to Feel Ghood and now one to AOMG. Could things get any better?

Zico approached the three of you with an amused smile. He had expected this. You were truly talented, a diamond in the rough that people were desperate to get their hands on and help shape into something even more amazing. “Is everyone trying to take my talent?”

“Your talent?” Dok2 asked completely unaware of your little conversation with Zico the week before since the episode had yet to air. None of the other producers even knew Zico planned to open up his own company.

Zico nodded, “I am now officially CEO of KOZ Entertainment.”

No one was as taken back as you though. “Damn Boss, you really did it?” Because even if Zico had told you about it you didn’t expect him to really want you in his label. By no means was any of this expected.

Dok2 did not appreciate how close you had grown with Zico or how he towered over you as he showed you some pictures of his new office that was yet to be seen by anyone else. He, on the other hand, had to keep from conversing with you.

“Is Illionaire looking for their first female rapper?” Jay asked. Even though he was personal friends with Dok2 he didn’t know he was interested in you. When everyone else talked about you he seemed particularly quiet. He did, however, catch him staring a few times. “Were you eyeing her all this time?”

You nearly got whiplash from how quickly you turned to look at Dok2.

With all eyes on him, Dok2 had no choice but to say something. “Depends on Y/N.”

The weight of his words made it hard to breathe. “Woah, okay I think I might be dreaming.” For once you had no response to offer.

“If this were a dream I don’t think you would have lost...” Jay pointed out.

“True,” you straightened up and looked each one of them in the eye. All three CEOs were skilled and respected in the community. There was no wrong answer but a decision like this couldn’t be made on the spot. “I appreciate all of this but I need to think about it for a while.”

It was understandable, this was your future- the future of your career. “And as for the ride- I just don’t want to show favoritism to anyone so I’ll just go home the way I usually do.”

And just like any other day you walked down the street to catch the first bus that would take you to the subway station you frequented. All the while you thought of how you had ended your time on the show by crying. “God~” you whined pushing your forehead against the window making the person sitting beside you question your sanity. “Why did I have to go out like that-” your eyes widened as you saw the familiar Rolls-Royce Ghost of a certain CEO.

You scowled in its direction as you stepped out off the bus. After only a couple of steps, you heard your phone begging to be dug out of the small red leather crossbody bag you carried daily. You knew he was watching you through his heavily tinted windows. So you rebelled, you shook your head refusing to answer.

Dok2 gave up. He stepped out in his Gucci bomber and tugged on his beanie. “You know I don’t like being ignored.”

You sighed as people started to notice him and by default- you. It was inevitable if he was around. “And I don’t like standing out in public.” Ironic- with your passion of performing and aspirations of breaking out of the underground scene into mainstream media. You turned him around hooking your arm with his and dragging him back to his car as quickly as possible- before anyone could act on the fact that you two were speaking to each other on the streets,

Not forgetting his decorum, Dok2 opened the door for you. “You sure about that?” The way you auditioned for Show Me The Money told him otherwise.

Your eyes followed him as he made his way around the front of the car and into the driver’s seat. “Why are you mad?” Weren’t you the one who was supposed to be mad? He was the one who suddenly showed up.

“I’m not mad.” Correction- he was annoyed, maybe even irritated.

“Well I am,” you crossed your arms over your chest. He was jeopardizing everything you had worked hard for. “Joonkyung all I wanted was to prove myself. I wanted people to see my talent.”

For the past two years that you and Joonkyung had been dating no one had managed to find out. At first, it wasn’t intentionally meant to be a secret. It was just you two trying things out without putting pressure or having to explain anything to anybody. Now you were used to it. The two of you were becoming increasingly serious as your name was starting to gain some recognition.

That’s why you decided to audition for Show Me The Money- before anyone could pin your success on your relationship with Joonkyung. You intentionally kept your audition a secret from him, chose a different team, and kept your distance from him to avoid speculation.

“You proved yourself,” Joonkyung reached for your hand holding it up to his lips. “Baby you did good.”

His sincerity warmed your heart but you couldn’t smile. Instead, you leaned over the center console to place your forehead on his shoulder. “I lost Joonkyung~” your voice came out whinier than you intended but dammit you were sad. “All I wanted was to win so I could join Illionaire.”

Dok2 wrapped his arm around you as you began to cry. “If you wanted to join all you had to do was ask.”

“Ugh,” you pushed off of him with a groan. “You don’t get it. I don’t want you to just get me because I’m your girlfriend. I want to earn it.”

“You have earned it.” The whole reason he met you was because Hyoeun told him about you. He had seen you at one of your shows at a bar that was well known for its hip-hop performances. “I didn’t just run into you when we met.”

“What do you mean?” you asked intrigued by where this was going. The remaining 50% of your makeup that had managed to survive your tears at the filming was now gone. You dabbed at the edges of your eyes trying to regain composure.

After two years he was finally confessing how he had admired you from afar before chasing you. How he had intentionally booked Hyoeun and Hash Swan at an event you were performing at just so he could have a way to get close to you. “I liked your music, then I liked you too.”

“Babe-” you cut yourself off as you hid your face in his neck. You hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go or he’ll see how hard you were blushing.

Dok2 didn’t care, “So you can forget about the other offers now.” He pulled you over to his side making you sit on his lap. Space was tight as you tried to keep from pushing any buttons.

There was something strange in the way he said those words. It seemed like he was happy, relieved even. “Well, I have to at least talk to them. I didn’t even get to congratulate Jiho.”

“Jiho?” Dok2 tilted his head giving you a questioning look. He wondered when you started calling him by his name.

“Yeah, he’s my friend- very funny. One time he and Hyuk-”

“You’re friends with him too?”

You nodded, “the episode didn’t air yet but we went to the arcade together as a group.” The arcade was your all-time favorite place to go. When Zico and Dean took the team you were the most excited. “They’re all pretty cool.”

“Babe you can’t just tell your boyfriend how cool other guys are. Especially when I just saw you being with them for months while you ignored me.”

“I had to ignore you.”

“That’s not the point.”

“You can’t be jealous.”

“Why not?” Of course he was jealous. You were beautiful, talented, and potentially single to everyone else. He had to think about the possibility of someone trying to make a move on you.

“Because I’m already your girlfriend.” The thought of Joonkyung being jealous never even crossed your mind. "You're always so confident and sure of yourself. Do you honestly think I would leave you for Jiho or Jay?”

“I never said anything about Jay.”

You sheepishly smiled, ”Guess I was just thinking about him.” When you saw the flash of jealousy you confirmed he was indeed the jealous type when it came to you. Instead of holding it against him you put him at ease with a kiss. “Just kidding~”

-end-

A/N: Yeah so what do you guys think about CEO Zico and KOZ?

#khh scenarios #dok2 scenarios #illionaire scenarios #khh #lee joonkyung scenarios #illionaire #dok2 #lee joonkyung #dok2gonzo #khh fanfiction #khh fanfic

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cas-backwards-tie · 6 years

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Call Me Kylo

Kylo Ren x Officer!Reader

Summary: Tasked with delivering paperwork to Systems Control, you’re sent on a wild goose chase when you’re told you need the sign-off signature from the Commander himself. The only problem is: You can’t find the Commander!

Warnings: Blunt rude behavior.

Words: 2,452

A/N: Thank you for sending a request, Gia! ( @moonlightsolo ) I thought it’d be from the prompt list I reblogged but either way, I absolutely loved your request. This is the first time I’m writing for Kylo, so I hope I can do him some justice. I got really carried away with this so I just decided to turn it into a whole fic. I imagine this takes place somewhere between TFA and TLJ.

Some days you think back on how you got yourself into this mess in the first place and other days when you catch your mind delving into these thoughts you promptly scold yourself for reminiscing over things there are no use reminiscing. The past is in the past.

Arriving at the bridge for the nightly shift, you quietly grumble at the annoyance of being stuck on night-time shifts this week. Every once in a while, the higher-ups demand a shift in schedules; something of which they claim is for no purpose other than ‘needing to adapt and prepare for any possible situation at any given moment.’ A stupid excuse in your mind. Punching your employee holocard into the scanner, the ding acknowledges that you’ve officially checked-in for tonight.

Rounding the walkway headed for the entrance to the crew pit, Communications Leader Culvrea stops you in your tracks. “L/N, I need you to take these reports down to Systems Control right away.” Lips smacking as your lips part, you mentally question why these reports need to go to systems control. Taking the thick set of clipped papers, you turn around to head back through the security foyer down to Systems Control.

Lucky for you, Systems Control isn’t too far from the Command Bridge. Indistinct chatter and footsteps echo throughout the air as the hallway becomes less and less occupied by the vast variety of people of whom belong to the First Order. Sighing to yourself the turbolift stop approaches on your right. Pressing the button you patiently wait for the lift. Entering the Control Center you find the employees busily typing away at the consoles and keyboards in front of them. Tapping and clicking fill the air; a dusty, old musk stuffs up the room. Confused, not one person has even spared you a glance. Clearing your throat to try and get the attention of the person you assume to be the leader. He watches over the biggest monitor in the room. “I was, uh, told to bring these reports to Systems Control?” You voice somewhat loudly, disrupting the previous quiet.

“And whom are they for?” The officer turns around with a scowl already present on their face. Eyes widening, you realize that Leader Culvrea didn’t give you a name. “Well?” Snatching the reports from your hands, your brows furrow as a frown emerges upon your lips. Rolling their eyes, the officer pushes the papers back in your chest. “We can’t follow this procedure unless the General signs his approval.” Shoulders falling from their tense state, disappointment fills your heart.

“Really?” Your voice comes out much whinier than you’d intended. With a scoff from the officer, you roll your eyes at his behavior and walk out of the Control Center. The programmers in Systems Control have to be some of the rudest people you’ve ever encountered. No empathy or emotion as all they do is type into their little consoles and program whatever security systems are up and running in this flagship.

Arriving back at the Command Bridge you hesitantly approach General Hux. Papers gripped tightly in your hands, you force a small, timid smile onto your lips to try and seem pleasant. “I went to Systems Control and they said they’d need your approval on this first, General.” His brows furrow as he takes the papers from you. Peering down at the words he reads them over. Pursing his lips, the General shakes his head.“This needs to be approved by the Commander, I’m afraid.”

Lips parting only to close like a fish, your gaze falls to his feet before slowly nodding. “You’re dismissed, Officer.” Voice sterner than before, you take the hint and turn around for a moment before doing a complete one-eighty.

“Forgive me, General, but by any chance do you know where I can find the Commander?” The General waves his hand dismissively before giving you another glance.

“It is not my job to keep track of that- child- but I had heard he was last in the Medical Bay.” Looking at you intently as if to say ‘any more questions?’ you thank the General before heading off to the Sick Bay.

A headache begins to brew within the middle of your head as you grit your teeth. Pages gripped tightly in one hand, the other clenches into a fist. Deep breaths are necessary for relaxation, you tell yourself. This is such a menial task! Why can’t there be directions clearer than day on the report? You don’t see why there always seems to be miscommunication about this ship. Hoofing this report across the entirety of this ship better be worth it.

You have yet to meet the Commander, though you’ve seen him lurking sullenly around the Command Bridge. He’s tall, though perhaps his boots help to prop him up? you haven’t ever spoken to him, so this should be interesting. Of course, you know all of the rumors surrounding him, yet, you decided upon hearing them that you would judge him for yourself... well, if you ever got the chance. At this moment though, it is hard to think of the Commander in a good light considering he is the reason you’ve been trekking all over this forsaken ship, for what? To sign a few papers to approve of an update in the System Controls programming? Ridiculous, you’d say.

Reaching the Medical Bay you feel as though you need to sit for a few minutes. This ship is far bigger than the ones you had been on during training, hence, walking this much is a task you’re still getting used to. Poking your head into the room, you call out to the nurse. “Excuse me? Have you seen the Commander?” The nurse shakes her head with a pitiful smile. Taking a deep breath, you let out a big huff of air.

“Is everything okay?” the nurse asks, worriedly, starting to get up from her seat behind the desk.

You want to yell. You want to scream. This whole day has been nothing but getting shuffled and herded from one place to another without any success of finding the one person you need. Not being able to withhold it anymore, your anger boils over and you yell. “Has anyone seen the Commander?!” Looking up at the ceiling with eyes closed out of frustration, a hand touches your shoulder.

“I have.” Retracting from the touch, hand racing to hold your chest as a gasp escapes you. Trying to catch your breath, you put your hands on your knees before finally standing to meet the eyes of the person who dared frighten you. Gaze rising, you nod your head with an embarrassed smile on your lips. Of course, it is the Commander himself. Looking up to where his eyes should be, you take a moment to remember why you’re even here. Opening your mouth to speak, the Commander beats you to it. “Follow me,” he demands before gesturing to the nurse.

The Commander sits at an examination table where the nurse reads over his file. She tells him that her assistant--a droid--will be cleaning and removing dead skin from his scar today. You don’t know what followed but trying to focus on the details of the room as this isn’t any of your business and you know better than to pry. Raising his hands to his helmet, a hiss of air emits from it as he begins to remove it. You’re gonna see his face! Eyes widening with an uncertainty of if you should even be seeing this, you figure he wouldn’t have you here if he cared otherwise. Shaking his head of helmet hair, he sets it down beside him on the examination table.

Surprised by how much hair he has been hiding underneath his helmet the whole time, your mind goes blank as you see his face, gaze rising to meet your own. The nurse leaves but you pay no mind as you can’t help but think he’s beautiful, even with the black line of a scar that runs down his face. “Now why were you so desperate for my attention, Officer?” He beckons for you to tell him your name, this you pick up on. A shy smile graces your lips at the way he isn’t being short with you like the other higher-ups.

“Officer, L/N. Y/N L/N.” Bringing your free hand up, you offer it to him. The tension seems to rise as he stares at your hand unobliging in your silent offer. Clearing your throat, you rock back on your heels while explaining. “I just... you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had! I-”

“Why do I care?”

“Well, I haven’t gotten there yet, but anyway, I wouldn’t say I’m desperate for your attention.”

“You acted otherwise”

Stumbling for words, you can’t help but smile at the way it seems like he’s stumped you. Swallowing, you continue, “I’ve been looking for you all day.”

“It’s night”

“You know what I mean!” Reaching up, you lightly shove him without thinking. Immediately realization dawns on you that what you’d just done might’ve been inappropriate. Deciding the best maneuver is to proceed casually, you continue speaking. “I’ve been sent from department to department because,” you mumble under your breath while shaking your head, 'some people are incompetent'. Returning your gaze to his curious one, you speak. “These reports need your approval before they can be set in motion. Of course, that’s also what they told me about the Systems Control Officer, and then General Hux, yet he told me to find you, so here I am!” Bringing the papers up from resting at your side, you hold them out to him.

“It seems Hux is being lazy, as usual.” Unsure of whether he’s joking or not, you decide not to laugh, though the comment is amusing to think about.

“So... if you just sign it I can leave you be? Unless you need me for something?”

“I do need you for something. I will sign this as soon as I’m done here.” Eyes shifting to the small floating orb that is the nurse’s assistant, you see that it’s not even close to halfway done with taking care of the Commander.

“Okay, Commander. Whatever you need. Though I do need to make it back to Communications before it gets too late,” mumbling the last part to yourself, you wonder what time it is.

Time seems to pass by slowly, the Commander still having not requested anything of you. Waiting beside him, you smile at the small flying droid, something you hadn’t ever seen before despite knowing there are droids of all kinds. Taking a moment to glance over at him, you hope you’re not too apparent in the way you’re staring at the Commander. He’s far younger than you’d thought, though it seems the First Order likes having young people in their reserve.

“Why are you staring?” He sounds annoyed, and your eyes fall to your intertwined hands lying on your lap. Surely, admitting that your superior is handsome is an obvious malpractice at best.

Deciding to tell a half-truth, you speak up. “I was just wondering how you got your scar? I know you’re supposedly one of the best fighters in the First Order so you probably go on a lot of missions. Do you get to see a lot of different worlds?” Turning your head upward to your left to look at him, his attention is now on you.

Clearing his throat, he speaks quietly. “Yes. It was in battle.” Pausing, you wait for him to tell you more, “You’re new here?” Nodding in response he does the same as if acquiring new recruits is something uncommon around here. “Well, you know that we are in the midst of a war. I’m assuming you were not stationed on Starkiller Base, then?”

Oh. Starkiller Base. “No! But I’ve heard stories about what happened there. Did you guys really turn the planet into a weapon?” You think you see the corner of his lips twitch, almost as if you were going to elicit a smile from him.

“Yes. Well, when the base was collapsing. I went after the intruders and this is a reminder.” His expression turns grim, and you feel bad that your choice in topic seemed to bring up hard memories.

“Well, you win some and you lose some. Right? The fight’s not over and I bet you’ll get your revenge... if, that’s what you want. Don’t lose hope.” Placing your hand atop his which lay in his lap, you give him a sympathetic smile before retracting your hand. He swallows and doesn’t respond, leaving you to look at the clock and notice the time. Your shift will be up in an hour or so and you still need to square everything away.

Sliding off the table from beside him, you turn to face him. “Commander? I have to go. I know you said you needed me for something, but my shift will be over in an hour and I still haven’t gotten this report to Systems Control.” Searching his face for something more than a stoic expression, you notice conflict within his eyes. Not knowing how to interact with him, you quickly add on, “Not that I haven’t had a good time talking to you! I’d still love to hear about all the planets you’ve gotten to visit. I’ve always wanted to go to a Paradise Planet myself. Do they even exist? Who knows?! I’ve really only ever heard the myths, you know?”

Picking up the papers resting by his right, the Commander takes a pen out from one of his pockets as he signs the paperwork. Handing the paperwork back to you, the feel of his hands brushing against yours makes your heart race as you accept them. “Thank you, Commander.” Turning to leave, his voice draws you back.

“It’s Kylo. You can call me Kylo, Y/N.” His lips curl in as he gives you a swift nod. A genuine smile spreads across your lips as now you have a face to the name. “They’re real.”

“What?”

“The Paradise Planets. They’re real.”

Excitement bubbling up at this information, your smile widens to show your teeth. “Well, Kylo, I guess you’ll have to tell me about them sometime then.” Turning to leave once more, you quickly look over your shoulder to add, “I like it by the way. Kylo. It’s a nice name.”

Happiness floods your heart as you clutch the papers to your chest. You don’t know the last time you’ve felt happy within the First Order, yet, knowing you’ve made a new friend is a good feeling. Despite it taking forever, you’re glad you met the Commander.

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HoneyedHood Birthday Celebration

So yesterday, May 12, was Brinkley’s ( @honeyedhood ) 19th birthday. And I told her I would write her a fic bc I wanted to and I suck bc i procrastinated and took so long to get it done bc i am a procrastinator. But I love Brinkley with my whole damn heart and she deserves the whole damn world and calum hood could be so lucky to love her and to be loved by her. Without further ado, here you have it and i am sorry for any typos or mistakes.

You groaned as your alarm went off from the nightstand on your side of the bed. Flipping onto your side, your hand fumbles its way to the silence button.

Slowly, you rolled up in to a sitting position, careful to not wake your sleeping boyfriend. After stretching out, you slide your feet into your favorite slippers that are lying on the side of your bed and pad over to the joint master bathroom where you turn the shower on to hot. You hop in and try to shower as quickly as possible as you had slept in a bit longer than usual.

After hopping out of the shower and drying off, you slip into your robe and head to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. You wait for it to finish brewing and make two pieces of toast before pouring two mugs of coffee to go with it. You carefully bring both ‘meals’ into the bedroom and set Calum’s on his night stand for when he wakes up. After munching on your toast, you decided to pull some music up to play softly while you do you get ready. Youngblood is what plays through the speakers as you apply makeup, softly brushing on some blush and a light coat of mascara. Being in a kitchen all day makes it pointless for you to do a full face of makeup as it normally will sweat off so you like to keep it light.

Calum slowly wakes up and chuckles at your music choice. You turn and smile at him when you hear his laugh.

“Morning, baby.” He calls gently as he reaches for his coffee cup. This has become your morning routine for when he is on tour. You normally sleep in pretty late since do you don’t go to work till around noon, Calum likes that. He like staying in bed with you all morning and cuddling. But when you work, you’ll wake up and make coffee and some light breakfast for the two of you and start to get ready until he slowly wakes himself up to the smell of coffee and whatever show or music you are listening to. Then you’ll talk quietly as he continues to wake up, or you’ll just do your thing in silence while he watches you.

You walk over and press a kiss to his lips to greet him but his arms quickly snake around your waist and pull you onto his lap.

“Bee, Do you have to go into work today?” Calum whines as he presses kisses to your forehead and cheeks. He had just gotten home from tour that past Saturday and while you’d spent all of Sunday together it didn’t seem to be enough. “Please stay home with me. I missed you.”

He pulls you back into a kiss and your hands find their way to his neck and run through his short, short hair. Before you get too attached to the kiss, you force yourself to pull away.

“I do.” You nod as you lean into him, sighing. His arms tighten around your body, trying to pull you close again.

“Please. I just need one more day with you before you go back to work.” He begs. He was lucky you’d been able to get yesterday off. “Brinkley.”

You climbed off his lap, moving back to your vanity to put your makeup away.

“Cal, I just don’t know how I would swing that to my boss.” You explain before turning to your closet to put on your day’s outfit for under your uniform.

“Just tell him your extremely good looking and talented boyfriend is home and you need the day off.” His voice keeps growing whinier. “Or that you’re sick. You’re in the food industry, they won’t want you to come in if you are sick. Please I’ll pamper you all day, we can watch Great British Bake Off and eat junk and do all the things we love.”

You can feel yourself starting to cave in so you just shake your head, at yourself more so than Calum for letting yourself be this weak to his demands. Calum seems to think this means no, you won’t be staying home but you just grab your phone and start dialing the number.

Even though you insist on being sick, your boss sees right through you asking how your boyfriend is. Luckily, he’s pretty sympathetic to your long distance situation and just chuckles telling you to have a good day and that he’ll see you the next day.

Calum cheers hearing you say that you’ll see your boss on Tuesday instead. You quickly change out of your clothes and back into some comfy sweats and one of Calum’s t-shirts.

“You fucking idiot! Everyone knows you need to whip the egg whites to a stiff peak before you mix in the other ingredients in. If you have no idea how to make a genoise sponge, how’d you even get on the show?” Calum yells at the tv as you laugh at him. “It’s not funny. She can’t make the most basic sponge that they require you to make every season on the show. How does she expect to ever get star baker, let alone win the show?”

He gets pretty worked up over the show and often gets mad at the contestants so it’s your job to calm him down but only after you laugh at him. Often times he will ask you to help him learn how to make whatever they are making on the show. But that doesn’t always turn out so well because he gets frustrated and realizes just how hard it really is, or he gets bored and throws food at you resulting in you kicking him out of the kitchen.

But today, you nixed baking and decided to just stay in bed. Your hands were wandering each other’s bodies, softly exploring what they already knew. His hands would give light squeezes on your hips and he’d place soft kisses to your hair. While your hands would trace patterns on his bare chest. Your legs were wrapped around each other and your head was resting on his shoulder.

As you lay there watching the show you decide you’re hungry and want to get a bowl of popcorn but Calum refuses to let you get up. He’s been like this all day, very whiny. He won’t let you leave the bed, or if you do he follows you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he holds you while you walk to wherever you’re going in your house. You had to draw the line at him following you into the bathroom though.

Yesterday, the two of you had gone to brunch with some of your other friends and spent the day in town so it was nice to have today to just relax.

After grabbing your popcorn and a drink to go with it, you head back to the bedroom and plop down into the bed where duke had taken over Calum’s half of the bed. Calum doesn’t mind this though because it gives him more reason to cuddle with you. He quickly falls back into the position he was holding you before you got up.

“I love you.” You whisper quietly to him, the Great British Bake Off is now just background noise as the two of you softly talk to each other and admire one another.

“I love you, Brinkley.” He responds, filling your stomach with butterflies. The two of you are quiet for a moment. As you take a hold of his much larger hand in yours and fiddle with his fingers and his rings, his other hand gently plays with your short, dirty blond hair. “So much. I love you so damn much.”

The thing about your relationship was, you never needed to be loud about your feelings for each other. Because you were so comfortable with one another and understood each other so well. The softness and sweetness of every moment made it so much better, more personal and perfect for the two of you and your relationship.

He pressed another soft kiss to your forehead and looked at you for a few minutes, studying the way your eyes crinkled slightly as your smiled and how perfectly your hand fit in his.

“Marry me?” He whispers, all of a sudden.

“What?” It comes out of a your mouth before you can even fully comprehend what he’s asking, He’s looking in your eyes, intently and repeats himself, this time with more confidence.

“Marry me,” He says. “I’m serious. I had planned to take you out to dinner later this week when I’d had a chance to settle in more. But this is perfect for us. This is who we are and I can’t think of a better way to ask you to be my wife. I love you with everything in my being and I wouldn’t be who I am without you. You are the kindest, smartest and most caring woman I know and I never want anyone else to be by my side. So please, Marry Me?”

At this point he is smiling at you and a little out of breath but you are tearing up. You are so in love with this man so the only thing you can say is.

“I do. I will marry you. Yes.” You exclaim and he pulls you into you for a kiss and to hug you tight. “I love you.”

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 6 years

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NOW~G-Dragon Pt.20

Genre:Angst/SMUT Rated:NSFW Pairing: GD X Reader wordcount:3,262 Masterlist DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book!

The emptiness that I feel after dropping Jiyong off is strange, and makes me feel a bit pathetic. After the short drive back to my room, it already feels as if I dropped him off hours ago. Hyuna isn’t in the room when I get there, but I’m glad. I really do need to study and prepare for my first day at Vance tomorrow: I have to decide what to wear, what to bring, what I am going to say.

Taking out my planner, I plan my week by the hour, then move on to my clothes. Day one at Vance will be my new black skirt and a red top and black heels, not too high but higher than I would have considered wearing two months ago. The outfit is very professional but still feminine. I wonder idly if Jiyong will like it.

To keep my mind off him, I complete all of my assignments that are due this week and then some. By the time I finish, the sun has disappeared from the sky and I’m starving, but the cafeteria is already closed. Jiyong still hasn’t texted me, so I assume he isn’t planning on coming over tonight.

Grabbing my purse, I head out to find something to eat. I remember seeing a Chinese restaurant near the little library, but by the time I find the place it’s closed. I look up the closest restaurant to me and find a place called the Ice House. When I drive there, the Ice House is small and looks like it’s made out of aluminum, but I’m hungry and the idea of finding another place to eat makes my stomach rumble even more. Going inside, I realize it’s more of a bar that serves food, and that it’s actually quite packed, although to my surprise I manage to find a small table in the back to sit at.

I ignore the glances of the people inside, who must be wondering why I’m here alone, but I always eat alone. I am not one of those people who need someone to go with them everywhere. I go shopping alone, eat out alone, and I have even been to the movies alone a few times when Hoseok wasn’t able to come. I never really have minded being alone . . . until now, if I’m honest with myself. I miss Jiyong more than I should, and it troubles me that he hasn’t even bothered to text me.

I order, and while I’m waiting on my food, the waitress brings me over a pink drink with a yellow umbrella sticking out of the top.

“Oh, I didn’t order this,” I tell her but she sits it down in front of me anyway.

“He did.” She smiles and tilts her head toward the bar area. I immediately hope that it’s Jiyong somehow and crane my neck to look. But it’s not. Seungri gives me a small wave and a dazzling smile from across the room. Nate walks up and takes the empty bar stool next to him and shoots me a smile as well.

“Oh. Thanks,” I tell her. It seems that every place around this campus allows underage drinking, or maybe these guys only go to the places that do. She assures me that my food will be ready any minute and wanders off.

A few moments later, Seungri and Nate come over, pull the chairs out from my table, and take a seat. I hope Seungri isn’t angry with me for what happened on Friday.

“You’re the last person that I expected to see in here, especially on a Sunday,” Nate says.

“Yeah, it was an accident. I was going for Chinese but it was closed,” I tell them.

“Have you seen Jiyong?” Seungri asks with a smile before looking at Nate, who shares a mysterious look with him before turning back to me.

“No, not for a while. You?” I ask them. My nerves are clear in my voice.

“No, not for a few hours but he should be here soon,” Nate answers.

“Here?” I squeak. My food arrives, but I’m no longer hungry. What if Chaerin is with him? I won’t be able to take it, not after the weekend we just had together.

“Yeah, we come here a lot. I can call him and see when he’ll be here?” Seungri suggests but I shake my head.

“No, it’s fine. I’m going to go, actually.” I look around for my waitress to ask for my check.

“You didn’t like the drink?” Seungri asks.

“No, well, I didn’t try it. Thanks for getting it for me, but I should go.”

“Are you guys fighting again?” he asks.

Nate begins to say something but Seungri shoots him a glare from across the table. What is going on? He takes a sip of his beer and looks at Nate again.

“He said what?” I ask.

“Nothing, he just said you guys were on better terms now.” Seungri answers for him. The small bar feels even smaller now, and I am desperate to leave.

“Oh, there they are!” Nate says.

My eyes dart to the door to see Jiyong ,Daesung, Tristan, Hyuna, and Chaerin—I knew it. I know they are friends, and I don’t want to come off as controlling or crazy, but I can’t stand Jiyong being around that girl.

When Jiyong’s eyes meet mine he looks surprised and almost afraid. Not this again. The waitress walks by while they make their way to our table.

“Could I just get my food to go, and get the check, please?” I ask her. She looks surprised, and then looks around at everybody who just showed up and nods, then goes back to the kitchen.

“Why are you going?” Hyuna asks. The five of them sit at the table next to us. I refuse to allow myself to look over at Jiyong . I hate the way he is so different around his friends—why can’t he just be the same Jiyong that I had all weekend?

“I . . . well, I have to study,” I lie.

She smiles hopefully. “You should stay—you study too much!”

Any hope that Jiyong would scoop me into his arms and tell me he has missed me is gone. The waitress shows up with my food, and I hand her a twenty, then stand up to leave.

“Well, you guys have a good night,” I tell them. I look at Jiyong and then back at the floor.

“Wait,” Jiyong says. I turn around and look at him. Please don’t let him make a rude remark or kiss Chaerin again.

“Aren’t you going to give me a good-night kiss?” He smiles.

I look around at his friends and they all look a little surprised but mostly confused. “W-what?” I stammer. I straighten my shoulders and look at him again.

“You’re not going to kiss me before you go?” He stands up and walks toward me. I wanted this, but now I am uncomfortable with everyone’s eyes on us.

“Um . . .” I don’t know what to say.

“Why would she?” Chaerin laughs. God, I can’t stand her.

“They are like together, obviously,” Hyuna tells her.

“What?” Chaerin says.

“Keep your mouth shut, Chaerin,” Seungri says and I want to thank him, but there is something behind his voice that makes me wonder about his choice of words. This is beyond uncomfortable.

“Bye, guys,” I say again and walk toward the door.

Jiyong follows me and grabs my wrist to stop me. “Why are you leaving? And why are you even in this place to begin with?”

“Well, I was hungry and came here to eat. And now I’m leaving because you were ignoring me and I—”

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I just didn’t know what to say or do. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. It caught me off guard,” he explains.

“Yeah, I am sure it did. You haven’t texted me all day and now you’re here with Chaerin?” My voice comes out much whinier than I wanted.

“And Daesung, Tristan, and Hyuna. Not just Chaerin,” he points out.

“I know . . . but you guys have a history and that bothers me.” I surely broke the record for the quickest jealous fit.

“It’s just that, babe: history. It wasn’t like this . . . not like us,” he says.

I sigh. “I know, I just can’t help it.”

“I know. How do you think I felt when I walked in there and saw you sitting with Seungri?”

“That’s not the same thing. You and Chaerin have slept together.” Just saying it stings.

“Tess . . .”

“I know, it’s crazy, but I can’t help it.” I look away.

“It’s not crazy. I understand. I just don’t know what to do about it. Chaerin is in our group and she probably always will be.”

I don’t know what I expected him to say but the equivalent of “too bad” isn’t what I wanted to hear. “Okay.” I should be happy that he basically told everyone we are dating now, but the whole thing felt so off.

“I’m going to go,” I tell him.

“Then I’m coming with you.”

“You sure you want to leave your friends?” I snap.

He rolls his eyes and follows me to my car. I try to hide my smile as we get in the car. At least I know he would rather be with me than Chaerin.

“So how long were you there before I arrived?”Jiyong asks as I pull out of the parking lot.

“About twenty minutes.”

“Oh. You didn’t meet Seungri there, did you?”

“No. It was the last place open to eat I could find. I had no idea he was there—or that you would show up. You know, because you never texted me.”

“Oh,” he says and pauses for a beat. But then he looks over at me again. “So what did you guys talk about?”

“Nothing; he was only at the table for a few minutes before you got there. Why?”

“I’m just wondering.” His fingers drum on his knee. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you, too,” I say as we pull onto campus. “I got a lot of homework done and I prepared everything for my first day at Vance.”

“Do you want me to drive you tomorrow?”

“No, that’s why I got my own car, remember?” I laugh.

“Still, I could drive you,” he offers as we get to my dorm and head inside.

“No, it’s fine. I will drive myself. Thank you, though.”

Just as I am about to ask him what he did all day—why he hadn’t texted me if he missed me so much—my breath gets locked in my throat and panic takes over.

My mother is standing in front of my door with her arms crossed and a deep scowl on her face.

Jiyong’s eyes follow mine and widen as he sees her. He reaches for my hand, but I pull away and step out in front of him. “Hi, Moth—”

“What the hell are you thinking!” she yells as we approach.

I want to shrink and disappear.

“I . . . what?” I don’t know what she knows yet, so I stay quiet. In her anger, her blond hair looks brighter, more angled toward her perfectly drawn-on face.

“What are you thinking, Y/N! Hoseok has been avoiding me for the last two weeks, and I finally ran into Mrs. Porter at the grocery—and you know what she told me? That you two have broken up! Why wouldn’t you tell me? I had to find out in the most humiliating way!” she shouts.

“It’s not that big a deal, Mother. We broke up,” I say and she gasps. Jiyong stays behind me, but I feel his hand go to the small of my back.

“Not that big a deal? How dare you—you and Hoseok have been together for years. He is good for you, Y/N. He has a future, and comes from a great family!” She pauses to catch her breath a moment, but I don’t interrupt, knowing there’s more to come. She straightens up and says as calmly as she can, “Luckily, I have just spoken to him and he has agreed to take you back, despite your promiscuous behavior.”

Anger flares inside me. “How dare I? If I don’t want to date him, I don’t have to. What does it matter what type of family he comes from? If I wasn’t happy with him, that is what should matter. How dare you talk to him about this—I am an adult!”

I push past her to open the door. Jiyong follows close behind me and my mother storms in after.

“You have no idea how ridiculous you sound! And then you show up here with . . . this . . . this . . . punk! Look at him, Y/N! Is this your way of rebelling against me? Have I done something to make you hate me?”

Jiyong is standing by my dresser with his jaw clenched and hands shoved deep in his pockets. If only she knew that Jiyong’s father is the chancellor at SCU and has even more money than Hoseok’s family. But I won’t tell her that, because that has nothing to do with it.

“This isn’t about you! Why do you have to make everything about you!” My tears are fighting to break free, but I refuse to let her get the best of me. I hate that when I am angry I cry; it makes me seem weak, but I can’t help it.

“You’re right, it isn’t about me—it’s about your future! You have to think of the future, not just how you’re feeling now. I know he seems fun and dangerous, but there is no future here!” She gestures to Jiyong . “Not with him . . . this freak!”

Before I realize what I am doing, I am in my mother’s face and Jiyong has stepped forward, grabbing me by the elbows to pull me away from her. “Do not talk about him like that!” I scream.

My mother’s eyes are wide and red-rimmed. “Who are you? My daughter would never speak to me this way! She would never jeopardize her future or be so disrespectful!”

I begin to feel guilty, but that’s exactly what she wants, and I have to fight through it to defend what I want. “I am not jeopardizing my future! My future isn’t even in question here, I’ll have a four-point-oh, and I have a great internship starting tomorrow! You are beyond selfish to come here and try to make me feel bad for being happy. He makes me happy, Mother, and if you can’t accept that, then you should go.”

“Excuse me?” She huffs, but in truth I’m as surprised by what I just said as she is. “You will regret this, Y/N! I am disgusted to even look at you!”

The room starts spinning. I was not prepared to go to war with my mother, not today at least. I knew it would be a matter of time before she found out, but she wasn’t even on my radar for today.

“I knew something was going on from the first time I saw him in your room. I just didn’t think you would be so quick to open your legs for him!”

Jiyong steps between us. “You’re taking this too far,” he warns her with dark eyes. I think Jiyong may be the only person who could actually give my mother a run for her money.

“You stay out of this!” she snaps, crossing her arms once again. “If you continue to see him, I will no longer speak to you, and you surely can’t pay for college on your own. This dorm alone costs me thousands!” she shrieks.

I’m astounded that my mother would go there. “You’re threatening my education because you don’t approve of who I am in love with?”

“In love with?” she scoffs. “Oh Y/N, my naïve Y/N, you have no idea what love is.” She laughs, making a sound that is more like a sickening cackle. “And you think he loves you?”

“I do love her,” Jiyong interrupts.

“Sure you do!” Her head falls back.

“Mother.”

“Y/N, I’m warning you: If you don’t stop seeing him, there will be consequences. I’m leaving now, but I expect a call after you clear your head.” She storms out of my room, and I go into the doorway to watch her as she stomps away, her heels clunking and echoing down the hall.

“I am so sorry.” I turn to Jiyong.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He takes my face in his hands. “I am proud of the way you stood up for yourself.” He kisses my nose. I look around the room and wonder just how everything came to this. I lean into Jiyong’s chest and he reaches around me, rubbing the tense muscles on my neck.

“I can’t believe her, I can’t believe she would act like that and threaten not to help pay for my college. She doesn’t pay for all of it—I have a partial scholarship and some student loans. She only pays twenty percent; the biggest thing is the dorms. But what if she really stops paying for them? I will have to find a job on top of the internship,” I sob. His hand moves to the back of my head and gently guides my head down to cry on his chest.

“Shh . . . Shh . . . It’s okay, we will figure it out. You can move in with me,” he says. I laugh and wipe my eyes, but he goes on, “Really, you could. Or we could get an apartment off campus. I have enough money.”

I look up at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“We can’t move in together.” I laugh and sniffle.

“Why not?”

“Because we have only known each other for a few months, and most of that time was spent fighting,” I remind him.

“So, we have done a pretty good job getting along this weekend.” He smiles and we both burst into laughter.

“You’re insane. I am not moving in with you,” I tell him and he hugs me again.

“Just think about it—I want to move out of the frat house anyway. I don’t really fit in there, in case you didn’t notice,” he says and laughs. It’s true, his small group of friends are the only ones who don’t wear polo shirts and khakis every day. “I only joined to piss my father off, but it didn’t work as well as I had hoped.”

“You could just get an apartment on your own if you dislike the house,” I say. There is no way I am moving in with him this soon.

“Yeah, but that wouldn’t be as fun.” He grins and wiggles his brows at me.

“We could still have fun,” I tease.

His wicked smile grows and he brings both hands down to my bottom and squeezes.

“Jiyong!” I scold him playfully.

The door opens and my breathing stops. Flashbacks of my mother’s anger fill my vision, and I’m afraid she’s come back for round two.

So I’m relieved when it’s Hyuna and Tristan who walk into the room.

“Guess I missed something grand. Your mom just flipped me off in the parking lot,” Hyuna says, and I can’t help but laugh.

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Poly AU: 3/?

“Baby, I love you, but you’re the whiniest person I know and that includes all of the children I’ve ever met combined. Now be good and eat your soup, ok?” Jinki interrupts, bringing in Kibum and Minho’s bowls. “Tiffany, do you want some? We obviously have a ton and you’re more than welcome to some.”

The next time they meet for their project is the weekend and Tiffany comes over to Kibum’s apartment. When Kibum opens the door for her, she’s brought cupcakes.

“Taeyeon sent these for you guys, she was trying out a recipe and ended up making like four dozen on accident somehow so we’re trying to get rid of them all before we end up getting fat.” she explains.

“Oh sweet, thanks. Jinki’s making like 90 gallons of vegetable soup, we could trade some if you like it.” Kibum says, taking the tin out of her hands.

He brings her over to the kitchen, where Jinki and Minho are pouring all sorts of chopped vegetables into a pot.

“Ok, so you already met Minho, but this is our other boyfriend, Jinki. Jinki, this is Tiffany.”

Jinki looks up and smiles. “Hi Tiffany, nice to meet you. Also it’s only supposed to be two gallons of soup, Kibum. I thought Minho was supposed to be the bad at math gay.”

Kibum rolls his eyes as Minho snickers from behind Jinki.

“We can work right here at the table, don’t mind him. He doesn't know what he's saying anyway.”

“I thought you said he was the suave one?” Tiffany teases.

“Oh no, don’t say that in front of him, it’ll go to his head!” Minho says.

“Do y’all want soup or not?” Jinki asks. Minho immediately offers an apology and cheek kisses.

“Am I allowed to go read now, chef?” he asks once Jinki seems satisfied.

“Yeah, it’s just gotta cook now. It’ll be done in a half hour or so probably.”

Minho gives both Jinki and Kibum kisses on the cheek and waves at Tiffany before grabbing a book off the counter and heading into their bedroom.

“So, Tiffany, Kibum tells me you’re a first year?” Jinki asks.

“Yeah. And you’re a senior, right?”

“Yup. I’m the man of the house. Or at least the functional gay of the house.”

Tiffany laughs and Kibum rolls his eyes again.

“Before we get started, can I ask you guys a question, since you’re both here? It’s advice but not for myself.” she asks.

“Yeah, sure.” Jinki says, looking up from his stock pot.

“Ok, so I have this friend and the other day I guess she blew this guy that’s she’s not dating, like she’s single, and it was super consensual and casual and they both loved it and all this stuff but she told a friend about it and they gave her the whole ‘premarital sex stuff is bad and even one kiss will send you straight to hell in a handbag’ spiel so she texted me to ask me what I thought about it since I guess she thought I’d be less of a hardass about it but I’ve only ever had any sort of relations with Taeyeon and we haven’t done much so I don’t really know what to tell her. I mean you guys have like blowjob experience, right? What do I tell her? I can’t say like #can’t relate because she doesn’t know about Tae and I...”

Jinki and Kibum look at each other, trying to find words.

“Hold on, let’s ask an expert,” Jinki says, before turning and yelling “Hey baby, come out here for a second!”

Minho’s head pops out from their bedroom. “What is it, honey? I put the dishes away like you asked, promise.”

Jinki quickly explains the situation and Minho replies without missing a beat.

“Sometimes you just gotta suck a dick and move on with your life.”

Jinki throws a piece of candy to Minho and once he’s caught it he disappears back into their room.

“There you go. Just tell her that.” Jinki says nonchalantly, moving back to his soup pot. Both Tiffany and Kibum burst into laughter, Kibum almost falling out of his chair. Jinki looks at them amusedly.

“It’s not even that funny it’s just the way he said it,” Kibum manages after a minute. “Like it’s something that should be obvious to everyone.”

“Like I said, an expert.”

“So why is he the expert if all three of you are by Kibum's definition equally gay?” Tiffany asks.

“Well first off he’s a literature major so he knows how to word things and second he just likes it that much. Like this is gonna sound bad and sorry if it’s tmi, but like it’s practically a hobby for him. You know, some people have stress hobbies: they build things, they go work out, they drink, stuff like that. Minho? He likes to clean the apartment and blow when he’s stressed. It’s the oddest thing.” Jinki explains.

“That’s why instead of saying Minho’s stressed we just say he’s in vacuum mode.” Kibum remarks. The whole thing has Tiffany laughing so hard that she’s in tears. She does her best to text her friend and then they get to work. By the time soup is done, they’ve gotten to a good stopping point. Jinki goes into their room to retrieve Minho.

“Just listen to this,” Kibum whispers to Tiffany, pointing at their room. Kibum watches her face bloom with amusement at Minho’s multitude of protests that he’s almost done with this bit and Jinki’s increasingly stern commands to come out for dinner. By the time Jinki finally pulls a pouty Minho out, Tiffany is doing her best not to giggle.

“See, I told you he’s whinier than he looks.” Kibum says as Minho sits next to him.

“I’m not whiny!” Minho counters, though his pout and petulant tone don’t help his argument at all.

“Sure, I’ll just have a little. I’m not sure what Tae’s dinner plans are but that smells too good to pass up.”

Jinki comes back with two bowls of soup and a big bag of rolls and sits on the empty side across from Kibum. Minho’s already more than half done with his bowl and grabs two rolls out.

“Oh my god, Jinki, this is so good. This is like the best soup I’ve ever had, no joke!” Tiffany exclaims.

Kibum and Minho both nod in agreement and Jinki beams with pride.

“I’ll put some in a container for you to try to share with your girlfriend if you want.”

“That’d be amazing, thank you so much.”

“That is, if there’s any soup left,” Jinki jokes as both Kibum and Minho fight over the laddle to get more. When they’re all done eating, Jinki gets up to pack up soup for Tiffany while Minho collects all the bowls to wash. Kibum helps her pack up and Jinki says goodbye to her so he can go shower. With soup and project materials in hand, Tiffany finally heads out. Once the door is shut, Kibum looks over to where Minho’s starting to wash dishes.

“You know, I’m glad that she’s also gay.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because otherwise I think she would’ve drowned in our gayness.”

#pau #pau writing #not writing #onminkey

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theinsanecrayonbox · 7 years

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KP watches MH: Ghoul Squad Holiday Edition

ok let me preface this by saying that i have not watched any of the Ghoul Squad webisodes, so i cannot comment about whether this is just the webisodes strung together or not. it looks to be the same style of animation (one of the reasons i haven’t watched the webisodes), but seeing as Fright On was the original webisode style and not webisodes strung together, doesn’t necessarily mean anything. i will also note that i’ve only seen WtMH, and not Electrified, so i might make comments about things they reference that have been establish, but i don’t know about (again, i’m not a fan of the reboot narrative, but i’m not watching this to just complain about it)

**EDIT: ok so i’ve been informed that this is new content...again, i don’t watch the webisodes, so i know nothing, and just wanted to point that out so no one woudl yell at me for not realizing if it wasn’t new

under a cut to save space and any spoilers (and since i’m writing this on my tower and not phone lol)

huh, i actually like the opening

Lagoona’s voice is too squeaky for me

i really hate these “humanology” classes. why are these monster this dumb? half of them are human descended to begin with. i could understand a few of them having this mentality (ie Cleo, since she was locked up when many of these traditions began) but all of them? the Wolf pack lived on the fringes of human society, why are you confused by this Deena?

and are there really no monster holidays? and there’s nothing wrong with Cleo’s holiday being “mummy centrc” (ok there is but there isn’t) because hello, different monsters different cultures, so different holidays. i understand that they want to create something new to be fully inclusive, but the implications make it sound like if you celebrate different holidays you’re wrong...

i loved Cleo’s doodle though

the ideas montage was fun though. Tora's actually was the closest (also awww she made up a family)...but geeze i don’t like her voice. why does everyone have whinier voices here? Abby though sounds like Tarn

and impatient children do the thing without getting the ok, yup, typical

why does Gill live in a fish tank? what about his water helmet or neck-goggles-thingy? especially since he has the headphone-things in the next scene...

but so yeah, put your all inclusive holiday on the calendar and that makes it official. sure.

so...you know what parades and floats are, but not holidays and presents...

attack of the siblings! and Frankie missing her family, awwww. and...wow Frankie is actually building herself a sister. uh...sweetie, that’d be more a daughter for you since your parents built you and they’re not your siblings, but, uh, ok...i guess that’s a *minor* nitpick. stupid reasoning for her name, still like “Al-vee-ah” would’ve been more clever. and i’m amazed the school had literal bodyparts just lying around for this...she literally made her sister in less than an hour (also Lala you can’t dismiss her feelings of missing her family, you live with your actual dad and sister)

lol overbearing/overly enthusiastic Frankie is sorta great actually. and it’s sweet that Alivia is showing interest in photography and you know art, instead of science...and Frankie doesn’t really catch onto that. it’s both the “siblings having different interests” but also the “parents wanting their children to be mini them” concepts i think. see, i am liking the *new* elements that are, you now, 100% new in this...i just don’t like the *new* versions of old things ^^;

Cleo why are you commenting on family relationships, we’ve yet to reestablish your family

why are the guys on the rock band float doing nothing to help their driving wildly out of control? you’re all idiots

when has Abby been able to shoot ice beams?

i actually do like the interactions between Deena and her Mom. it’s sort of riddled with cliched cheesy tropes, sure, but it’s nice. stating all the wolf pups are boys though is head scratching since we’ve got Alivia and Fangelica, but hat means no Pawla? does Dad Wolf have Clawd, Howleen, Pawla, Wereideth (and Packlyn) or something?

that’s not Barker! Barker’s blonde with teal streaks, not...neon pink hair??? and there’s one with neon teal hair?? and there’s real Barker with fake Barker?? i...these wolf pups confuse me so much...why have Barker’s doll counterpart in there is you don’t call him such?

Cleo wins the most i think. sorta proves why she wouldn’t work with younger siblings, just saying...

Deena your wolf form is blonde now?? how, what, why???

the 2 remaining pup she’s ding a showdown against changed between scenes! and real Barker was sitting on the stairs, and i...uhg, i give up. the animators didn’t care, so why should i >>

also wolves don’t breed like cats as far as i know; one liter doesn’t have multiple sires. the amounts of color variations in these pups don’t make sense...again, why should i care, the designers didn’t

and Mom why aren’t you more concerned that you’ve just agreed to spend thousands of dollars on phones for your daughter and her friends when you have a dozen kids to support?

now there’s 3 copies of Barker???? i-uh-rgg-GAH! ><

(side note: sell blind boxed versions of the Wolf little brothers Mattel. only have like 5 versions, with 2 common, 2 rare, and 1 ultra rare. people will buy multiple copies)

oh look that screencap i saw of people pointing out reused backgrounders...i guess this is a string of webisodes strung together... ok someone who watches the webisodes informed me that this is new content. again, i reiterate, that i don’t watch the webisodes so i know nothing

yeah putting Octa and Catty together with Ari does sort of highlight her pointlessness...

why can’t you just use your magic skullette totem to find her? you were just using it to find the wolf pups...

lol “did you do science?”

and look they are using the thingy. why that wasn’t your first idea who knows...

so...you don’t get to turn into a bat at a certain age anymore, since Fangelica can do it huh? (and it’s “fang-gell-ika” not “fan-gell-ika”?? where’s the second G come from??)

did Dracula glue a foot to a block of wood?? i was sort of joking about the school having assorted body parts lying around, but if the’re part of the arts and crafts department...O.o

what normal person woudl allow their child to keep wild bats as a pet?? i grew up at he Farm with bats and i was taught not to touch them.

did...Cleo strip to get the “rope”? also who would let a dog in to us the bathroom? can i pretend they knocked out the parents??

also meta joke about Ghoul Squad dolls lol

if they’re so late that they’re that hungry, why didn’t they start already?

and Dracula never agreed to adopted Fangelica? Ula just decided that?? wth??? Ula you make some seriously bad life choices...like turning your house nto a school without asking your dad...or inviting strangers to live in your house without your dad’s approval...why hasn’t Dracula grounded you forever yet?

and then human girl (still hate the over use of “normie” ) teleports in...how? idk...

so...overall...yeah it’s reboot fodder. i still don’t really like the reboot narrative as a whole. but there were a few pieces that i did genuinely enjoy. if the writing and animation tried harder, it could be a whole lot better...yet at the same time i recognize that it could be a whole lot worse. if you love the reboot, i’m happy for you, but yeah still not really my cup of tea.

#monster high #review #kp watches tv

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 7 years

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See You Later- Hana ‘D.Va’ Song

Pairing: Hana Song x Reader

Characters: Hana Song

Warnings: Mentions of death

Request: N/A

Word Count: 2701

Author: Aaron

Did they really think this would work? Just because we were the “elite gamers” of the world they thought they could shove us in some mechs to fight the omnics? They were sending us to our death and they knew it. It wasn’t really like you had much of a choice though, mom and dad would disown you if you disobeyed the government’s orders and turned your back on our “great nation”.

That is how you ended up here anyway. One day you were sat in the comfort of your bedroom, putting off homework and making your way up the StarCraft grandmaster ladder, the next you are picked up by a government car and thrown in front of the South Korean military leader.

The room is surprisingly casual looking. Pictures are hung on the wall depicting the man in front of you with various celebrities, a huge smile plastered across his face in every single one. He had a much different demeanour now. His stern stare struck fear into not only you, but the rest of the group you were standing with. Next to the man’s desk stood a large curtain, containing something of an indeterminable size.

You recognizable all of them as various streamers and gaming personalities, most of them you had collaborated with in some way over the years. Of course they couldn’t have the top gamers of South Korea without having … her. If you were not asleep, you were playing StarCraft, if you were not playing StarCraft or asleep, you were probably watching her play StarCraft. There was no way she was human. Her APM was the highest the world had ever seen, her determination was admirable and her lack of mercy was … quite intimidating actually. There was no top tier competition she hadn’t won, no player she had not defeated. She also had the most followers and subscribers of any subscriber. All at the age of 19.

The rather intimidating man coughed and the general mumble of chit-chatter around the room went deathly silent.

“Now …”

The man started to speak, his voice was much whinier than you had expected for a man of his size and stature.

“I am sorry we had to rush all of you out here … I am sure you were all very … busy with your video games but we have a very serious issue. I am sure you are aware that our self-piloting MEKAs were shut down by the omnics … who am I kidding, everybody knows, blasted talon and their informants. Anyway, I am sure you are aware that our self-piloting MEKAs were shut down by the omnics and our engineers have not yet found a solution. The next solution we found was to adjust the MEKAs to be able to contain pilots, who will control the MEKA from the inside, and we want you all to pilot them.”

The curtain in the middle of the room dropped to reveal a MEKA, the gargantuan metal beast must have stood ten foot tall. The chassis shining in the sunlight peaking in through the window, the two cannons on either side of the monstrosity would be enough to strike fear in the coldest of opponents.

“This will not be an easy task, you will stay here on a six month dedicated training program. You will not be allowed to see your family and you will not be allowed to leave, we cannot promise that you will make it out of this war alive, but we will equip you with the equipment and training needed to give you the best possible chance. If you wish to leave and never speak of this again, feel free. We will not contact you again and you will face no reparation”

Most of the group left. It was only you, Hana and a few oddballs left in the room. What made you stay? Who the fuck knows at the point but if it meant you got to spend time with THE Hana Song, you were all for it.

“So … you have decided to stay. You do realize what will follow is a 6 month training program dedicated to learning how to pilot and fight with this MEKA. If you do not see this MEKA in your sleep we have not been doing our job right, like I said. This will be the hardest six months of your life so far and after that it will not get any easier. Now go, Director Konu will take you to your accommodation. Your family have packed your essentials which will be waiting for you once you get there.”

You started walking to the accommodation with Director Konu and the other few standing members of your party. Director Konu was a very scary looking man. Your stereotypical secret service agent. Bald, sunglasses, black suit, you know the type.

You scuttle to the side of Hana and grab her attention.

“So … Hana Song right?” You can feel your hands start to sweat profusely.

“That’s right!” She proclaims, a huge smile slapped across her face as always. “You must be Y/N? I have watched you from time to time, not that I get much downtime.” She goes to shake your hand as you are walking.

“That’s me” You say proudly, you try to wipe the sweat off of your hand on your trouser leg without her seeing before outstretching your hand.

She knocks your hand out of the way with hers.

“Don’t be silly” She proclaims as she wraps her arms around you. You return the favour and after a few seconds she lets go.

“I think we’re going to have so much fun here, it’s going to be good to put my years of experience to good use! I am surprised I have already made a friend too!” She gives you a large cheesy grin before running ahead to be first into the accommodation.

The dorms were extremely … bland and uniform. Every part of the room was the same as the last. Bed, small table with a lamp and a footlocker at the foot of the bed. Hana swiftly started lining the walls with various posters, mainly Starcraft related. The occasional poster of Lucio was dotted around as well.

“Do you like this guy?” She asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, we move together as one is like my favourite song of all time, obviously I know you are a fan, you play his stuff all the time on your stream, we should go to a concert of his once were done here or something.” You look down at the floor and hold your hands together after realizing you pretty much asked THE Hana Song out on a date.

“Sure! I would love to, just give me a date and a time!”

You couldn’t believe the answer. Did she actually say yes or are you just stuck in another dream?

The next stop after being settled in was the introduction. Director Konu stood in front of a chalkboard.

“The rules here are simple. Number one …” He drew a number one on the chalkboard “You will do what we say, when we say it. You are not allowed to ask questions when given an order. Number two … contact with the outside world is prohibited. There will be no letters sent, no calls made. I think you get the point. Number three … You have your schedules. You will not break from this schedule. You will attend the classes on your schedule at the time they are marked. There is no reason for you to miss a class. If you believe you have a reason, you come to me. Number four … there will be no relationships between students here.” You and Hana look at each other, you knew this would be the case, but you hoped it wouldn’t be.

“There are no exceptions to this rule. If you break any of these rules at any point any of your senior officers have a right to remove you from the program.”

The man behind the desk was not lying. The six months that followed were nothing but hell. That damn MEKA took over our being 24/7. The only break we got was during sleep and that was sparse, we were lucky to get a few hours on most nights. You quickly got sick of the wretched thing. You had a feeling you should have pulled out when you were given the chance. The only thing that kept you in this program and a sane mental state was her.

You would lock eyes with her multiple times per day, staring and getting lost into the abyss that were her golden eyes. They played and danced in the sunlight keeping you enthralled for hours, they made seconds feel like an eternity.

The other members of the group had either been injured or had broken the rules, you could never tell if they did it intentionally or were just sick of the program and wanted out.

Over the six months of the program, you and Hana had gotten very close. You would talk about your lives back home and your StarCraft careers every chance you had got, reminiscing of a much easier time for the both of you. There would be times where you would just stare deeply into each other’s eyes, wishing deeply that you had met under different circumstances, circumstances that would allow you to be together.

It was definitely not an easy ride but tomorrow was graduation. You would finally get to see your parents and have a short stay back home before starting service under the Korean military. You see Hana sat on the edge of her bed, tissues strewn across the bed. You decide to sit down next to her, you only have about half an hour before your family are coming to pick you up so you decide to make the most of it with her.

“What’s up buttercup?” You ask, speaking softly.

“I’m just going to miss you so much” She replied through the tears and through a very, very snotty nose. This was not the most attractive side of Hana you had seen over the course of your time together. She buried her face into your shoulder and cried uncontrollably, her usual happy exterior had vanished, she still managed to crack the occasional smile before breaking into more crying. You felt tears start to form in your eyes too. You two had made great plans for when you had finished the program. You would finally get to be together, you would finally be able to have her as your own.

“I will be back soon, remember what I said. There are no goodbyes, just see you laters.”

Hana nodded and a small crease started to appear in the corner of her mouth where a smile was forming.

Your eyes locked as you wiped the tears away with your hand and cupped her cheek with your hand. You both apprehensively leaned in. You had waited six long months for this moment. You knew that it was against the rules and if anybody caught you, it was the end of your career, but it just felt so right. You could start to feel her breathing on your mouth. It was heavy and shaky. Your lips touched at last.

Suddenly sirens started going off in the dormitory, breaking the serenity of the moment. You had been warned that if omnics attacked and broke the perimeter, the sirens would go off and you would have to mount the MEKA immediately to address the threat. You did not want to pull yourself away from Hana but you know that you both had to act fast. You wiped away her tears one last time before grabbing her hand and running to the MEKA storage unit. Throwing your suitcase onto the floor.

You and Hana both mounted your MEKA units, Hana’s face had quickly turned from sadness to an anger you had never seen on her before. The hatch above you opened and you boosted out of the storage unit. You had spent six months living, breathing and eating this MEKA, and now was finally your chance to put those skills to the test. Hopefully it was not all a waste.

On the other side of the hatch was a small sea of omnics of all shapes and sizes. There was no chance that the two of you could possibly survive this ruthless onslaught, but there was no point in giving up now.

“You take the left, ill take the right” you command to Hana via the MEKA’s radio system. She always was the superior pilot to you, from day one. She excelled at every test and every practical exam just as she had flown through every other aspect of her life. The next few hours that followed were unlike anything you had ever seen in any video game before. Gigantic balls of metal flew through the sky at breakneck speeds, you feel like there was not a time that you weren’t surrounded by explosions of some kind. The sky turned shades of orange and grey you had never seen before. You had no idea how you were going to make it through. The omnics did not stop, they were relentless. It was just wave after wave after wave of omnic that you thought was never going to end.

You thought all was going well until taking a nasty blow to the side the chassis that threw you into a wall. You thought you were okay until looking at your heads up display. The blow had taken out your engine. There was no way you were getting out of here alive.

You searched for Hana, she was a few hundred feet away, around where you had originally been struck.

“H…Hana, you need to get out. Get to safety, I can take it from here.” You call across the radio. It gets harder for you to speak through all the smoke. Your control panel is covered in blood and so are you. The front of the MEKA is completely smashed, the nanofibre acrylic front panel that you had spent so long shining was now in about a million pieces and was surrounding you. Digging into your hands and legs.

“And how do you plan on doing that - I SAID GET OFF ME - you smartass?” Hana shouted down the microphone.

“Do you remember that command the director told us?” You only had a few minutes of life left in you and you had to make it count.

“No Y/N, you can’t do it... please… we can both make it out of here alive, I pro-”

“NO” You snap at Hana, it hurts you to lash out at her, both physically and emotionally “Leave, I can buy you some time to get out of here before I execute the command.”

“Y/N … please, don’t do this” The pain in her voice was apparent, you hated to see her sad but it was the only way either of you could make it out.

“Please Hana, go on, do great things, you are destined for them.”

“Okay Y/N, you can have your way, I’ll never forget you…”

You climb out of what was once your MEKA and stand on the crumpled chassis. You wave your hands in the air. “Hey, you stupid bots, you want me so badly? Come get me!”

The sea of bots turn around to look at you, you can’t move as you are paralyzed with fear as they come charging towards you. You find it within yourself to move and crawl inside the MEKA.

You see Hana flying away in the distance. Kicking away one last omnic before she departs into the distance. You wipe the blood off of the control panel to reveal the only few buttons that can save you now.

“Self-destruct sequence initialized”

“Goodbye Y/N, at least you will go down as you wanted, a hero …” Hana called out over the radio system.

“Self-destructing in 5…4…3...”

“Remember, there are no goodbyes, just see you laters. I love you.”

“3…2…”

“I love you too”

“1”

#See You Later #Hana Song #Hana Song Imagine #Hana Song One Shot #D.Va #D.Va Imagine #D.Va One Shot #Overwatch #Overwatch Imagine #Overwatch One Shot #Aaron

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