#seojun scenarios

[silly4seojun]

one kiss is all it takes

content tags: han seo-jun x reader, female reader, characters are aged up to mid 20s, drinking, lightweight best friend that plays matchmaker, tipsy reader, flirting, kissing at midnight, all lowercase intended

author’s note: sorry it’s very late & all over the place heh btw f/n = friend name

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the new year’s eve party was in full swing by the time you’re ushered past the threshold and into the overcrowded venue; you note how everyone was dressed up to the nines for the occasion, with the men in tuxedos and the women in a variety of gowns and cocktail dresses.

in a bout of anxiousness, you adjust the material of your plunging neckline in an effort to cover your dignity— i should’ve gone with the safe option— but f/n turns to you with a knowing look etched on her face, “relax, tonight’s all about having fun.”

the expression that forms on your face is enough to make her bark out a laugh, “you need a drink.” she didn’t even need to attempt a trip to the booming bar with a waiter walking past with a tray full of flutes of, what you figured to be, champagne— your favourite.

f/n takes two easily, smiling a sweet smile at the not-so-bad-looking waiter before turning back to you, handing you a flute.

“to a good night and an even better 2024!” you toast, clinking glasses and then swallowing back a significant amount of the bubbly alcohol before giving a sound of pleasant surprise and bringing the glass down from your lips.

“remind me again, how did you get us on the guest list?” you couldn’t help feeling like you were out of place, but the sweet taste of alcohol on your tongue soothes your discomfort.

f/n shrugs halfheartedly, “oh y’know, a favor from a friend that owes me.”

you hum in acknowledgment as you scan the sea of people only for your gaze to settle on a man that steals the attention of the room. your eyes couldn’t help the way they followed the man in complete awe as he moved around the room. the low lighting catches the pretty glittering of the embellished pinstripes that ran down the length of his black tuxedo, it makes you think— how can someone be so good looking?

your attention is pulled away from the alluring man to find f/n grinning, in the i know exactly what you were just doing kind of way. “i did say tonight’s all about having fun,” she laughs loudly when you smack her arm, “shut up!” although that doesn’t seem to stop her teasing.

“maybe he can be your new year’s kiss?” she wiggles her eyebrows, swiftly evading your expected smack and swapping your two empty glasses for two full flutes of champagne.

at the mention of the impeding new year, you check the time on the live countdown broadcast situated on the wall beside the bar— 11:13 p.m., forty seven minutes and twelve seconds remaining of 2023. playfully rolling your eyes, you turn away from the man in question, dismissing her taunts with a simple, “as if.”

the dance music gets louder the further you move into the venue, you sip on your new flute of bubbly as you eye the decor that littered the room. the decorations were in traditional nye colours, black and gold; matching the over-the-top dress code.

you’re interrupted by a loud, “i love this song! let’s dance.” f/n skulls the rest of her champagne before you get the chance to remind her she’s a lightweight, “please, y/n!” she adopts her adaptation of puppy dog eyes, pouting when you respond with a quick, and embarrassed, “no way!”

“come on, get in the spirit! dance with me.” f/n doesn’t wait for your answer this time, clumsily grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you in the direction of the dance floor. you easily down the remaining alcohol and send an apologetic smile to the waiter who you hand the empty glass to.

“i’m definitely not drunk enough for this.” you cringe when you’re finally in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other, drunk, party goers. although, that doesn’t seem to prevent f/n from dancing to a familiar beat.

you start to dance along with the song, deciding to let loose a little, it’s new year’s eve! somehow in the midst of the chaos, you find yourself enjoying the moment. f/n has a wild grin on her face— one that you can credit the alcohol for— as she dances in a way you can only laugh at, it’s how she normally dances and it’s silly, but you love it.

after a dance battle and encore, you’re short of breath and in need of a drink. in her warped vision, f/n looks back to find you gladly grabbing your third glass of bubbly from another passing waitress, settling at one of the nearby cocktail bar tables. the air was full of the stench of alcohol and hum of 2023’s greatest hit songs, it was practically impossible to ignore, though the sweetness of champagne allows you a moment of bliss as it coats your throat.

you struggle to restrain the corner of your lips from quirking up when f/n staggers over to the table, she clutches the edge to keep her balance.

“oh, look!” a hiccup interrupts her, but she shamelessly points to something behind you. “it’s that guy you were totally checking out earlier.” as if on cue, the champagne you were just sipping on suddenly goes down the wrong pipe, causing you to sputter into a napkin.

you look at her incredulously but she seems to ignore the expression. “why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself?” it doesn’t sound too bad, in theory, until she adds, “it’s almost midnight and you need a new year’s kiss, stat!”

f/n ungracefully stumbles into your side, clutching onto your arm, “i don’t think so.” you attempt to pry your arm out of her grasp but she only clings onto you tighter as she moves towards the stranger.

nerves start to bubble in your chest as you get closer and closer and closer. “oh! i need to go to the bathroo—,” you try your luck with a lame excuse, and for a split second relief floods your system as f/n comes to a stop in her pursuit, but it just as quickly disappears as she shoves you forward, “go get ‘em, tiger!”

“shit, i’m so sorry!” your apology rolls of your tongue— this can’t be happening— when you’re knocked right into him, spilling his drink all over his hand. “my friend is annoyingly… enthusiastic.”

“thank her for me.” his lips stretch into a boyish smile, a tinge of amusement playing on his features as he takes in your frazzled state.

“let me help you clean this up,” you go to find a nearby waiter when he reassures you he can do it himself, setting down the now empty glass and taking out a napkin with one hand and wiping away the stray liquid from the other.

“there. now, as i was sayin’…” he grins a cute smile, you could almost mistake it as being… flirty. “i’ve been wantin’ to talk to you all night.”

you flush at his frankness, “is that so?” you feel hot under his gaze, concluding the champagne that you had been drinking all evening had finally hit you. you giggle to yourself, “well, lucky me then.”

“can i get your name, pretty?” his cheeks seem to mirror yours— pink and warm.

the buzz makes you bolder than usual, allowing you to bite your lip when you smoothly respond with, “only if i get yours, handsome.”

at that, he laughs and it makes your heart jump in your chest. there’s a little smile playing at your lips, when he finally folds, impressed with your flirting.

“seo-jun.” he extends a hand, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“well, hi seo-jun,” you test his name on your tongue, “i’m y/n.” you take his much larger hand in, what you thought was a handshake, but he surprises you with a quick kiss to the top of your knuckles.

the action pulls a shy laugh from you, “that was pretty smooth.”

seo-jun is just as sheepish when he pulls away, “well, y/n, i’ve got a lot more from where that came from.” despite his bashfulness, that doesn’t stop him from closing his left eye to form a wink.

he’s closer now, so close you can smell his cologne and notice the pretty way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and your heart thumps against your rib cage because of it.

f/n and what she said earlier comes to the forefront of your mind, and it seems more like a possibility now but it doesn’t stop the flush from spreading across your cheeks; she was right. ignoring the way your breath catches in your throat when seo-jun watches you, you force the words out of you before you can chicken out. “i don’t normally do this but, uh, did you wanna be my new year’s kiss?”

it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel the bud of hope in your chest blooming, and seo-jun doesn’t let you down. “i can’t think of a better way to start the new year off.”

the chanting of the guests is what pulls you back to reality and you don’t believe what’s in motion, it’s too good to be true. you try to look to the crowd to confirm for yourself what’s really happening but seo-jun catches you, his hand cupping your jaw as he guides your gaze back to him. “focus on me, pretty.”

he makes the way he draws you closer to his chest seem so natural and it’s dizzying how handsome he is upon closer inspection. all you can do is dumbly nod as your eyes look up into his, drinking in his appearance. the curves of his lips look so soft and supple at this angle, too tempting not to want to kiss.

four! three!

he bends his neck to minimise the distance between you, now millimetres only separating you. at this reach your lips brush against his a few times, his breath fanning across your face as you patiently wait; waiting for the countdown to, at long last, reach its completion.

two!

you don't take notice of the final cheer as seo-jun finally slots his lips against yours. your hands instinctively move to hold the nape of his neck as your lips become familiar with his. you melt into his warmth, his lips buttery soft and sweet. the way he presses himself further into you, it’s sweet and gentle, it makes your stomach twist into a knot.

when you pull away, starstruck and breathless, seo-jun cheekily grins. “we should definitely do this again.” you can’t help but agree with him; the suggestion doesn’t sound so bad after all.

[danihow]

Love hurts

Han Seojun x producer!Reader True Beauty

Summary: Falling in love with someone who doesn´'t loves you suck, but it sucks more watching them hurt.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: unrequited love, han seojun is in love with jukyung, bad written, not proofread, angst.

A/N: i needed to do this to get this man out of my mind, my god why is he so perfect and so unreal.

You never thought love could hurt, not when it was such a beautiful feeling.

Working as a producer has been your dream all high school, being scouted by a Move Entertainment agent as a freshly graduated person was probably the biggest blessing you've ever received in the last 5 years.

You still remember your first day at the company as an apprentice of the bigger producers, sitting at the back of their studio in the couch and watching them come up with ideas, lead the idols and modifying simple sound onto a whole ass song.

Your heart felt so full of emotions that day you swore you could've cried from happiness even thought you were mistreated by other staff, you remember vividly how your face hurt from smiling on the way home.

Your shoes clacking against the tiled floor echoed through the empty halls of the huge building, it still amuses you to this day the was the floor never seemed to get dirty, always reflecting as if it was a mirror.

However, even if you could spot everything on the floor you still missed the person you were walking into, your head colliding against his tall back, startling out of your mind.

"Yah!" A man's voice flooded your ears before your eyes looked up to who you have crashed into, locking with brown foxlike eyes. "How do you manage to bump into the only other person in the floor?" He says, looking into you intently.

He was the prettiest man you've ever met, and even that was an understatement. The way his eyes complemented the rest of his face, his dark hair in a mullet giving him a mysterious and cool vibe that was just highlighted by his all-black outfit. It was probably the most memorable thing about that day.

"I'm sorry." You mutter, bowing a bit and smiling apologetically.

"It's okay, just look where you're going." He tells you in something between a reprimand and some advice, between polite and cocky. "You're a producer?" He asks, more for him than for you as he spots your producer badge hanging from your neck.

"Oh, yeah, I started today. I'm L/N Y/N." You smile politely at him, who nodded and gave you a weird smile back.

"Nice to meet you L/N Y/N, name's Han Seojun." He said before he continued walking, a small greeting bow before looking away. "Have a good night."

As the weeks rolled by you learnt from your superior that Han Seojun has a new trainee and was already relatively famous as it was too. Your encounter with the boy becoming more and more frequent the more he started practicing and the more you advanced as a producer. The two of you becoming close work friends rather quickly.

As the months turned into years and the level of comfort grew between the two of you the more your feeling for him surpassed the limit of friends, his laugh enticing a newfound warmth in your chest anytime you heard it, his eyes appearing in your daydreaming more and more often. Everything about him changing in your eyes to something else. Nonetheless, as your feeling for him grew with your friendship so did the secrets you knew from each other.

Even though you like him a lot you knew very well how much he liked Lim Jukyung, and you couldn't get mad at it, she has been in his live for far longer than you and is just and angel to be around; if anything you would've fallen in love with her too if you were Seojun.

"Y/Nie, you have done more than enough with those tracks, go home." Your superior mentioned as he walked in the studio, passing you a bottle of water and sitting by your side.

"Something is missing..." you mutter, your back aching from sitting in the same chair for so many consecutive hours, mouse scrolling through the track in the monitor for the nth time in the past half hour.

"You can review it tomorrow, go and rest." He said once again, pulling you away from the computer, your hands stretching as far as they could to keep on working until you were out of reach. His hand grabbing the mouse and saving the track. "Go." His voice was stern but with a hint of fondness, a soft smile on his face as you oblige.

Grabbing you bag and saying your goodbyes you walked out of the studio, opting for using the stairs as your exercise for the day. Eight flight of stairs you were kind of regretting your choice, but you were no quitter, so you kept going. "God my back's killing me." You whisper for yourself as your rub your neck tiredly, putting your coat on until a sound picked up your attention.

Instantly your mind went back to that one-time Jukyung playfully told you she heard from her sister that there was a ghost around the building, seemingly having been haunted herself a few times. "Aigoo..." You mutter, freezing in place as your ears try to pick up the sound again; a few seconds pass and you hear it again, however it seemed to be a sob.

Concerned and a bit less scared you kept on walking down, careful to not disturb whoever it was that cried silently. A few floors down you were met with the figure of a man, sat down in the stairs as his body shook painfully as he cried, his soft sobs flooding your ears and you wished to all the heavens above you were mistaking the silhouette with someone else.

Please, don't be him.

You took a few steps down, the closer you got the clearer he became before your tired eyes. "Seojun?" You asked in a whisper, close enough to crouch down and place your hand on his shoulder.

It shouldn't hurt so much to see the way he flinched at both your voice and your touch, his hand flying to push yours off as his face refused to turn towards you.

With a sigh you sat down beside him, not a word leaving your mouth as you looked ahead of you, giving him the time to do whatever he wanted with his appearance before you looked at him, letting him know you are not forcing anything out of him but instead offering him your company.

A few seconds passed by, maybe a whole minute before he kept on crying, hand trying so hard to muffle his voice as his tears never stopped flowing down his cheeks. Slowly you turned to look at him, taking the time to take in his appearance before sighing again. It hurt a lot to see him so broken.

"It's okay to cry it out, don't silence yourself." You whispered softly, hand slowly reaching for his and taking it off his mouth, a sob immediately following after. "I can leave if you want me to." You said, giving him a few seconds to react, taking his silence and lack of eye contact as a sign and stood up.

"Wait.... don't go," he said in a choked voice, hand flying to grab your wrist, eyes finally looking up at you between his tears. "Please."

"You don't have to ask me twice." You say, a soft and sad smile on your face as your crouched down in front of him between his knees, hands resting now on top of his cheeks and brushing away his tears. "You wanna talk about it or just exist for a while?"

Your tone was so sweet and full of patience he just felt like crying again, sniffing he kept silent, eyes roaming through your face and not once finding your company insincere. "I let her go." He whispers back, his eyes appearing as an open book for you to read, his mouth pouting and his eyes tearing again. "It hurts."

"I know it hurts, and it hurt to love her too, didn't it?" You ask, brushing a few stray hairs off his face and behind his ears, a mannerism you took upon on as his hair grew between haircuts. "I'm so sorry."

"Why does it hurt so much?" He said while desperately looking into your eyes for an explanation, his own hand clutching his chest as if trying to take his heart out. "Why do I had to love her out of everyone?"

He sounded so broken, so exhausted of his feelings it made you teary too, a burning sensation starting at your throat threatening to choke your upcoming words.

"You don't choose who to love, just how she didn't choose not to love you." You mutter, blinking away the stinging in your eyes. "It's part of life as much as it sucks." You whisper, shuffling in your feet that hurt from crouching for so long. "Love hurts, it's dumb how much loving can hurt when it's such a beautiful feeling, huh?" You can't help but chuckle at your own words, how ironic.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles after a while, his hands brushing off the last of his tears as he has now calmed down a lot more, you still crouching in front of him, never once taking your attention away.

"Don't apologize for being human." With a smile your hands sneak up to grab his and stand up, pulling him with you. "Come on, let's go and get some air. away from this creepy stairway." With one of your hands you clean his face of, not wanting anyone to see he was crying as your other hand never loosens around his.

As you walked down the stairs with him trailing behind you Seojun couldn't help but notice how secure your hand held his and how your presence soothes him, a small grateful smile on his face.

"Thank you, Y/N." He mutters as you drag him along, not once yapping or complaining of this ruining his tough image as he would've done every other day.

"That's what friends are for." You smile at him over your shoulder, because even if Han Seojun doesn't love you back, love hurts and it's part of life.

[worstevils]

‘I strongly feel the need to punch her in the cunt. Like an uppercut. Right to the cunt.’

from "The Menu (2022) Sentence Starters!" to @mibillera

Spoiled. That’s how normally Momi felt, which was entertaining for Seojun and the way how he would just say anything to stir her up and have her rage about anything was truly for his own amusement in the very end. But spoiled and rich seem to be very trendy these days, he doesn’t know how he ended up stranded between these sorts of classes or to even be able to keep up with some sort of lifestyle which was completely different from what he would imagine for himself but society really moves as one and everyone wants the same thing, luxury, money, an house, a car… etc. 

“For someone that says that they are not dramatic.. or really calm.. and put together everything is under control.. This is so out of character for you, my ears cannot believe what you just said” As he speaks he makes sure that his tone is consistently ironic only to end his words with a chuckle rolling off from his lips. He didn’t completely understand why she was saying that to him since his POV might be different from hers and he really doesn’t know what she’s thinking at all. And if his hands weren’t busy holding her shopping bags he would hold hers (to show his support) to tell her, which he already says out loud. “What did she do to you? Is this some rich kids feud? I would pay to see you in a mud fight if that’s where this is going.” he struggles a bit as he tries to pass one bag to the other already with a couple ones to have one of his hands free and places it on the top of her head, ruffling her hair. He hums in thought for a few seconds without saying anything as he looks around looking for a  place for the two of them to rest or eat something together. 

“Why don’t we go sit over there and eat something and you can tell me all about it? I will let you rant– actually I will support your wrongs.” he laughs at the end of his words with his finger then rubbing under his nose only after taking the lead.

[leaderwonim]

𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘 — fifteen: you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. lee heeseung x fem!reader, park sunghoon x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. Y/N always knew that her high school was dominated by wealth and privilege. Upon having a one night stand with popular athlete Lee Heeseung, she uncovers that Heeseung's friend group controls not only social dynamics but also school policies and local affairs, revealing a hidden world of power and manipulation behind their so called perfectly polished exteriors

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You drape a warm blanket over Hanni, sighing as you watch her chest move up and down as she lets out slow breaths.

You had texted Heeseung earlier that you’d have to do a rain check on the dinner he had planned, made some lame excuse about how much homework you had in your international relations class.

“Is she okay?” Your younger brother Riki looks over at the sleeping girl, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes, she’s just shaken up.” You bite on your lip nervously, not sure what to do. Did she really mean she never hated you in the first place?

“I thought you stopped that habit when you moved to Korea,” Riki says.

“What?”

“Biting your lip whenever you’re nervous.” He shrugs. “Mom says you did, but I guess it redeveloped.”

You’re not sure what to say to that. “I guess.”

“I’m going to go out.” He grabs his jacket, “with Danielle. We’re just going to go to the movies and then eat at Jack’s Gelato. Did you want me to bring you back some?”

“If they have hazelnut, then sure.” You look out at the window, tiny droplets of rain had started to turn into pours. “Bring an umbrella, will you? Mom would kill me if you were sick.”

He nods, grabbing a purple umbrella on the way out.

Now all you could do is sit and reflect back on your thoughts alone. Had you been wrong this whole time about Hanni? Was it Seojun and Sunghoon who were in the wrong?

Your thoughts are quickly interrupted when there’s a loud knock at the door. Hanni shuffles in her sleep, making you silently panic.

You rush over to the door, which reveals a wet haired Heeseung who looked like he practically ran a whole block to get to you.

“Heeseung? What the hell?” You say, shoving him quickly inside your house so he wouldn’t freeze to death outside.

“I’m sorry—I got your message and I felt something was wrong—I don’t know.”

He’s out of breath, but as his eyes land on Pham Hanni sleeping on your couch, he swore he falls back from the overwhelming dizziness.

“Jesus, you could’ve seriously injured yourself.” You say, pulling the much taller boy up to his feet.

“What is she doing here?”

“I saw her crying,” you explain. “In the corridor. Then she got overwhelmed and passed out on me. That’s why I told you I couldn’t make it.”

Heeseung clicks his tongue, not too sure what to make of the whole scenario.

The girl he was sure he’d always wanted was sleeping on the couch across from him. The girl who he knows he wants now was standing right in front of him, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“Why didn’t you tell Sunghoon?”

“I don’t trust him.”

And it’s true. You don’t. No girlfriend would cry that much if they were in a good relationship with no worries about their finances. It was all too good to be true.

“Heeseung?”

The groggily voice of Hanni breaks you and Heeseung’s intense eye contact.

“Hanni.”

She gets up, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“What’s going on?”

“Do you want to explain why Seojun is paying for your tuition?”

You slightly gasp at how straightforward your words are, taking a step back from Hanni and Heeseung.

“What?”

Heeseung looks at Hanni intensely. “Is that true? Seojun is paying for your fees, Hanni?”

Hanni stays still, then let’s out a laugh. It’s a small, hollow, laugh. Almost as if it was devoid of emotion.

“Well, isn’t it obvious? I was supposed to be one of the scholarship kids. The poor ones we would constantly make fun of.”

It’s like a sting to your entire body the way Hanni talks about the scholarship kids as if they were nothing. You and your friend group strived off the scholarships and were given opportunities many would die on hills wishing for. How could she even think that cruelly about people who were in the same position as her if Seojun had not come in and saved the day?

“We’re going to make an exposé,” you say, voice almost shaking. “About how Seojun’s dad is a fraud. You’re going to lose all the money you have and be kicked out of Decelis.”

Hanni bites the inside of her cheek. “So?”

“So?” Heeseung throws his hands up in the air. “God, Hanni, are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you listening to yourselves?” Hanni gets up, pointing directly at both you and Heeseung. “You can try to aim for my heart, but in the end, I’ve already lost everything important to me. You think I care about Decelis now? You really think I would care?”

“You don’t have to be the bad guy,” you say. “You could help me. You could take Seojun’s father down and do what’s right.”

Hanni looks conflicted for a brief minute before she shakes her head.

“Look,” she says. “I appreciate you lending me a place to rest. But I just can’t.”

She gets up to leave, but not before turning around to face you two.

“Oh and Heeseung?”

He looks up at her.

“I would’ve loved being your girlfriend.”

Your throat feels like sandpaper and you try to reach for her but Heeseung pulls you back abruptly.

“Don’t.” He breathes out, “you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.”

[lavishflora]

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The day passed by rather quickly, with you as always being busy with cleaning around the manor and doing your chores as usual. Seojun had to attend a couple of meetings his father had with other nobles, leaving you to your work.

It wasn't until late, late at night when you had almost fallen asleep from exhaustion when you heard your door creak open, footsteps approaching silently into the room.

The footsteps eventually stood by the side of your bed, looking down at you when they thought you were asleep. They hesitated for a while, before they slowly sat down on the edge of your bed.

Taehoon's eyes softened as he watched your sleeping figure, his expression fond and loving like always. A complete 180 to his usual demeanor.

The first heir slowly leaned down, stroking a strand of hair out of your face, his touch gentle and soft.

Taehoon sat there for a while in silence, watching you. He wanted to scoop you into his arms, hold you close to his chest, and just bask in your presence for the night. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he just couldn't sleep when you weren't nearby.

The first heir had to stop himself from leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead, his hands clenching into a fist to resist the urge.

"I'm turning into a fool because of you." He whispered.

Taehoon watched you for a little while longer before finally tearing his eyes away, gently tugging your blanket up to cover you from the cold.

He had to hold himself back, his heart screaming at him to just crawl in bed beside you and hold you in his arms, but he knew that was a terrible idea.

Taehoon let out a quiet sigh, before slowly getting up and leaving your room. Closing the door behind him with nothing more than a silent click.

You slowly opened your eyes, just in time to see the door shut behind the first heir as he left. That's when he got in finally clicked in your head.

You quickly sat up in your bed, eyes widening.

"Did.." You mumbled to yourself. He had a spare key?

Has he used it before?

Taehoon walked out of your room, the soft click of the closed door sounding in the otherwise quiet halls of the manor. The maids were all asleep, the only sound filling the air was his footsteps, echoing faintly.

The first heir had always had a spare key to your room's key. He didn't get it made for a creepy reason, more so for emergencies.

Though he would admit the temptation to enter your rooms with it when you weren't there just to see you was high.

It was hard to resist his feelings for you.

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[aeipathys]

closed starter for @thvnderr​ location: ara’s apt 

What was it they said about the one who cried wolf?

Okay, so her avoidance of her ex had lasted all but... five days and three hours before she had texted him, half drunk and completely bored. She would never receive a gold star in resolution, but she would get one in coming up with the most extreme and unbelievable scenarios ever, including but not limited to: HELP, I BROKE MY COLLARBONE; I think my cat set my kitchen on fire and I’m stuck in a cabinet; and I was mauled by a large wild orangutan while on my morning run. But perhaps what was even more unbelievable was how Seojun seemed to fall for them, almost every time. 

Until he didn’t.

So it was probably karma that now, when she was sick and too tired to be able to drive to grab medicine, the one person who she could call for help was also the same one who wouldn’t believe a single word she said. ( Whether this statement could be applied to before or after the various fraud texts was not a question she would spend much time ruminating upon. ) 

Still, her house was barren of food and supplies except for ramen and cat toys. For a doctor, it was hilariously devoid of medicine — if one didn’t count whisky as medicine, of course. It seemed that Ara did. Or had — until now, when her head was pounding and entire body ached. Quickly, she sent a pathetic looking picture to Seojun as proof, simple words typed shortly after. Come over. 

[beseojun]

ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉ

for @beyuji

the panic that washed over his face and set into his veins hit hard as he searched up and down his apartment. gom was no where to be found and even shaking a small bag of treats didn’t get the small siamese cat to come speeding into the room with meows of happiness following. immediately seojun threw his boots and coat back on as he ran out the building. it was possible that the cat had escaped when he was bringing in the items he bought from shopping. jogging around, he called for his companion, shaking the treat bag wherever he could as he hoped that the cat would hear him.

the worst possible scenarios filled his mind which only caused him further distress. he didn’t like this at all. gom never let the apartment, he didn’t get why he did so today. holding back the tears that tried to well up in his eyes, seojun looked around everywhere possible as he kept calling out. maybe someone else found his cat and noticed it reacting to his voice. he could only hope. he knew it would be harder to find him in the dark so he prayed his assumption was true seeing as the siamese cat hadn’t run over like he usually would when hearing seojun’s voice. halting to a stop, his eyes widened as he saw the feline nuzzled against a girl he hadn’t seen before. he knew it was his cat, seeing as the feline was staring at him and meowing like he hadn’t just ran off into the unknown. he jogged over and gave a weak smile to the girl, trying to calm the anxious feeling running though him. “thank you for getting him. i thought something had happened to him when he got out of my apartment. i wouldn’t know what to do with myself if that happen.” he rambled on as his gaze flickered from the girl to gom who was purring loudly, not minding one bit that he was around someone new.

[weonbullshit]

A scenario where Cody shows Seojun this HOOD CLASSIC

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Os-CACRwM8

(When you said hood classic, I thought you were gonna pull up a song by Coolio or maybe DMX 🤣 But it's classic enough since I watched it as a kid)

Seojun would be wondering where his stomach acid is, why the things that should be dead are alive and why they want to be eaten. He figures that they've just given up.

Other than completely over analyzing it and finding the facial expression changes freaky, he found it to be tolerable. He also likes the noodle arms.

[ofeden]

@centuriesendured said ‘ it’s better to hope that you can live, not survive ’ ( for seojun ! )

THEY’RE  ALL  THE  SAME  THING  ,  seojun  wants  to  counter  ,  but  instead  he  remains  silent  ,  simply  tapping  his  fingers  on  the  table  next  to  him  in  thought  .  the  world  is  a  funny  place  ,  not  one  that  he  would  say  that  is  a  comfort  to  many  ,  but  to  survive  and  to  live  being  two  separate  entities  ?  perhaps  it’s  because  he’s  only  ever  known  one  variation  of  the  two  he  finds  himself  trapped  in  this  web  of  confusion  and  struggling  to  get  out  while  only  sinking  deeper  and  deeper  in  .  or  ,  the  more  likely  scenario  ,  is  that  he’s  overthinking  everything  . ❛    for  some  people  —  they  become  the  same  thing      ❜  he  finally  answers  ,  the  thoughts  having  been  sitting  in  the  back  of  his  mind  for  moments  too  long  .  of  course  ,  these  have  all  been  considered  ,  been  picked  apart  piece  by  piece  ,  and  seojun  is  left  with  nothing  more  than  both  the  desire  to  live  …  and  to  survive  because  for  him  ?  they’ve  always  come  hand  in  hand  .  days  when  the  world  around  him  was  dark  ,  on  the  run  with  his  family  ,  to  the  pleasant  dinners  ,  then  right  back  to  the  murderous  future  he  would  meet  .  these  things  were  all  cocktailed  together  forming  everything  that  seojun  was  and  wasn’t  .  to  ignore  it  feels  …  wrong  somehow  .  foreign  .  an  unwanted  particle  .  there’s  a  shake  of  his  head  to  follow  ,  and  a  sigh  ,  ❛      i  just  mean  that  not  everyone  has  the  luxury  of  making  that  choice  ,  you  may  have  been  one  of  them  ,  but  i’m  left  with  the  cards  i’ve  been  dealt  ,  no  dealer  in  sight  .      ❜

[kpophubb]

nooo you are too cute i’m blushing🫣🫣

HOLY MOLY THOSE PICTURES ARE SO SO INCREDIBLE:( 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🥹🥹🥹🥹🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣I really like the nighttime vibe of big cities but my camera seems to be capturing those in a poor quality, i haven’t figured out how to solve that problem so i only take pics with my phone at night like the ones you showed me THEY LOOK SO GOOD I WOULD LOVE FOR US TO GO TAKING PICS TOGETHER:( it would be so fun:( maybe in the future our paths will cross sometime☹️many of my friends don’t like just wondering around the city to take lots of pics but i love it sm it has such a cool vibe🥹i would love to share more pics with you and see yours so don’t be shy show more if you want to😍

-wjj💖

You will learn with time my love!! I remember how much I struggled and could never focus when it came to taking moon pictures bc it’d blur out and appear as a ball of light 🥲 and besides, using a canon must already be very hard so you will get there, dw! 💗😻

Pls I love night time cities! 😭 my comfort scene tbh, AND I WOULD LOVE TO GO ON RANDOM TRIPS WITH YOU. Trips around the city doing nothing but walking, taking pictures, talking with eachother and getting ice cream or corn dogs!🥺 sounds so perfect, I’d be so down w those precious times like you🫶🏻 I love venturing, especially during the night time bc I’m a night person and night scenarios esp in the cold weather seems so relaxing ugh!

and sure id show you more pics once I click them lmao I cleared 1500 pics from my phone bc I have no storage so I deleted a lot rn💔

+ here take your seojun mullet jungwonie ;) 💖

[dreamingsushi]

Blue Birthday - Episode 10

I forgot introductions so I have to pause back a second with what I have just seen. WAIT?? WHAT? Did I forget that the librarian was Seojun’s sister or what? Cause in the scenario when he didn’t die, it’s the one she did, wasn’t it? And she’s the owner of the café and heard everything about the photos, saw the leftovers of the pictures Harin burnt. So... SO??? Am I jumping to conclusions too quickly because I don’t remember the characters of the story? I am waiting for a new plot twist. Cause then this is still too easy when we have still 6 more episodes after that one.

So she used the id card that Harin dropped to go to her place, pretends she got plastic surgery so the guy would open the door for her, I guess she pretended to have lost her keys. Damn. I was not ready for something like this. Anyways, she grabs all of Harin’s pictures and burns them until she travels back to the past.

When Harin asks the detectives about Kim Sinwoo, they don’t know who’s she’s talking about and they throw her out of the police station. Damn, not another kill. And yuuuup. He also died when they were in high school. Eunseong doesn’t remember anything either, only Harin seems to know of the changes. Wow strange. He also committed suicide by slicing open his wrists. THAT IS JUST A COINCIDENCE. Two students, same class, same year, same kind of suicide. Yup, just normal. So she realizes the past changed again, but this time it wasn’t because of her. So she goes back home only to discover someone took the picture in her bag. I’m glad she didn’t store them all at the same place. So now there’s only two pictures left to find the culprit. First, she doubts Eunseong cause she told him everything, but then she’s like no, it’s not him. Then she thinks of Sujin. But she decides to go back were she was last, the café at which she bumps into Hyemin (Seojun’s sister). She lets her in to check for what she lost. Then she hands her back her ID. Gosh. When they part way, she sees on her way out the trash can in which Hyemin burnt the picture and finds a piece of a burnt picture. How long do you think it will take for her to connect the dots? Oh wow, faster than I expected, even though she brushes away the thought of Hyemin being the culprit for now.

Harin travels back to the past and tells everything she knows to Seojun. When they go check the camera, it’s not there anymore. Obviously. Hyemin heard everything Harin told her friends. So she doubts Eungseong, cause she didn’t tell anyone. Seojun suggests that they find a knife, but she thinks of the follenir (remember the drug for animals). Anyways, she finds it and Seojun says they should hand it to the police... GUYS STOP TOUCHING IT! You don’t touch proof, the finger prints are going to get all messed up. Anyways, now she’s suspecting Hyemin. They turn in the thing and walk happily all lovey-dovey until something falls down on them and Seojun gets hurt protecting Harin. Duh, there’s a price when meddling with the past. How bad is it? I can’t tell you for the very good reason that... the episode ended and I don’t know :D

So yuppppp. It is all for now, we’ll see more of it next time. Hopefully, we won’t run circles again. I can’t believe there’s still that many episodes left when there’s only one picture left and we burnt two of them today. Anyways. See you!

[skzfelixity]

Han Seojun | [True Beauty]

Dating Han Seojun would include:

You might think he is cold but he is the most considerate boyfriend you will ever have.

Always asking how you are feeling or how your day went.

If you weren’t feeling well, he would be by your side until you feel better.

Trying to make you smile by being an idiot, usual Seojun behaviour.

Flowers. A lot of flowers.

You could make a garden with all the flowers he gives you.

H U G S and forehead kisses.

Moving his bangs aside so you can kiss his forehead always makes his heart skip a beat.

Hugs are his fave way to show you affection in public.

He isn’t big on PDA, kisses on the cheek is the farthest he will go.

If you are lucky, you might get a few pecks on the lips here and there though.

When you two are alone, oh boiii

Long cuddle sessions, most of them leading to make out sessions.

He is good with his hands and tongue, just saying.

H I C K E Y S

He is a high school boy, did you not expect him to be horny?

We don’t mind tho, do we? nope.

Teasing you to the point where you want to smack him.

“Were you always this annoying?”

Will never go overboard, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

Trusting each other.

He has a lot of girls going after him but so do you.

In addition to the last statement, he does get jealous easily.

Being a lil more overprotective than he should be, he just knows bad people are out there waiting to hurt someone. He didn’t want that someone to be you.

Other students know you are a couple so they don’t hit on you.

Taehoon does once in a while to annoy Seojun but nothing else.

Outside of school, you get asked for your number often. Seojun growling at them before you can decline nicely.

You are his and you are going to be his, that’s final.

When he can’t be around, he has Chorong look out for you.

Dates? He takes you anywhere you want.

You want to go out? You will.

You want to stay in? No problem.

He just wants you to be comfortable<3

His mom and Gowoon love you, you are part of the family.

They usually joke about you picking Seojun.

“What is such a good girl doing with my son?”

We are attracted to tsundere boys ma’am.

Motorcycle rides to school.

He got you your own helmet as well.

Matching clothes? yessir!

Mostly black, grey, blue and white combos.

HE GIVES YOU HIS JACKET AT SCHOOL, I’M SCREAMING.

Showing up in his iconic jackets and hoodies when you hang out with your friends without him.

Like literally every outfit he wore was iconic, like mr/mrs/ms stylist thank you.

Getting him rings and earings.

Him wearing them 24/7.

I am melting at this point.

Dragging him to karaoke just to hear his beautiful voice.

Him acting like he doesn’t want to sing but it is a great chance to show off.

Staring at him thinking how you got so lucky to have him and him doing the same.

Him singing you to sleep while spooning you.

A relationship with Han Seojun = Heaven

I need him in my miserable life like please someone buy me a Seojun.

Defending you when someone badmouths you.

He would beat them up but you told him not to since he might become an idol in the future.

Almost lost it when Sungyong got too close to you, you had to calm him down for a solid hour after that.

Head over heels for each other.

The things he would do for you, ohgod.

He’ll probably get you a star.

Um excuse me, the pet names !!!

Baby, honey, princess etc.

Cue him telling Jukyung about showing off his girlfriend.

He’ll walk around with the look of ‘That’s my girlfriend’.

Too proud of you to shut up.

He’s a family guy, he wants a big fam so prepare.

In conclusion, we need more men like him.

I’m gonna go cry now because I need someone like Han Seojun.

[jaerang]

𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. han seojun.

ꨄ cw. mild language, I just went on and on for some reason lol, NOT PROOFREAD!!

ꨄ request : what if "reader" and Seojun were either working together or she was a regular at the coffee shop where he worked at in the show to support his mother and all, and he had a huge crush on her. Trying to make sure he got the same shifts as her, that costumers weren't being rude to her, keeping an eye so she wouldn't do anything stupid (like slip on spilt coffee), etc. Thank you once more <3 — @beatriz-silva-00

getting a part-time job was an experience that students your age were most likely required to go through. the thought of earning your own money to spend on whatever you'd like without having to feel guilty for using up your parents' money made you feel giddy for the day you started.

you had found a job at a cute café that was reasonably full of customers when you had applied and because of that you'd imagine your pay would be a bit on the higher side. it seemed that they were short on the staff that they required and so they immediately hired you after asking you to go through a trial to see whether you were fit for the place. you left the café with a smile on your face as your intimidating but nice boss told you to come by tomorrow, you gave her a grateful bow and left the place with a joyous mood.

the next day you had entered the café you were surprised to see someone you were well acquainted with behind the counter and so you quickly got ready for you shift and immediately went to their side.

"what are you doing here?" you asked with a small smile on your face as you looked at the tough on the outside but soft on the inside boy who looked at you with a confused and surprised expression.

"I should be asking you the same thing." you fixed your apron as you stood up straighter in an attempt to display your outfit.

"I work here now." seojun scrunched his eyebrows and pointed at his badge "same here."

"how come you weren't here yesterday?" you asked as you started setting up the cups and getting out the coffee and tea along with necessary ingredients for the day.

"I had something to do so I called off work." you gave him a nod and turned your head to look at him with slight concern "everything okay?"

"yeah-"

"enough chit-chatting and get to work kids, we're opening in 5 minutes!" the voice of your boss had commanded and with muttered apologies you went back to working on the cakes whilst seojun took over the beverages.

as the weeks passed by, you had to say it was fun working with a friend and although you did get a few scolding from your employer, it wasn't anything serious and was totally worth it.

every day after school, you and seojun would walk together to your workplace and change into another set of clothes once you arrive to then start your prepping.

you were distracted conversing to seojun when you'd accidently moved your hand into the area which had hot water pouring out of it and you let out a small yelp, immediately gathering seojuns full attention.

"what happened?" he asked as he crouched down beside you on the floor, confused as to why you were clutching your hand.

you gave him a weak, embarrassed smile "I accidently spilt hot water on my wrist." he grabbed your arm gently but with a firm grip, making sure to avoid touching the irritated area.

"you idiot, don't you know that you should put it under cold water immediately?"

"oops." he shook his head at you and turned on the tap to place your arm under the running cold water and you felt relief wash over you.

"keep your arm like that whilst I go and get something." he went into the back room and came back shortly after with a first aid kit.

"seojun, I'm fine-"

"shh." you rolled your eyes slightly which contrasted the smile you had decorating your face.

"when did you become so caring? I thought you had this bad boy image that you were supposed to uphold."

he closed the tap and carefully started drying the red area with a towel he brought with him "can you stop talking."

"fine." he unscrewed the cap of an ointment and started to gently spread the cream over your skin and then proceeded to wrap it with a bandage.

"you're not gonna kiss it better?" you asked from your place ontop of the counter where you sat after seojun had left for a bit.

"[name]-" you moved your arm closer to his face and held an expectant smile.

"come on, it'll make me feel better." you wiggled your arm.

"you're not gonna back down are you?" he asked with a glare and your smile only widened.

"nope!"

seojun grasped onto you arm once again and looked at you dead in the eye saying "I hate you." before he planted a very quick peck on the bandaged area and quickly leaving.

"awe, now I feel all better!"

"yah! seojun!" you found yourself calling and was surprised to see the man by your side in mere seconds.

"what is it, sis you burn yourself again?" he asked nonchalantly but you could see the worry in his eyes as he scanned over your body for any injuries.

a chuckle erupted from your lips at his concern and you shook your head as you added one final drop to the cup infront of you "I'm fine." you waved him off.

"then why'd you call?"

"because," you picked up the cup you were preparing and presented it to him with a beaming smile "I made this drink that I want you to try."

"oh-" he scratched at the back of his head and accepted the cup "why'd you make it?" he asked as he observed the contents with in the glass.

"it's a new thing I made for the menu, I want you to try it and give me your opinion so then I could present it to our boss."

seojun took a sniff of it and let a mildly impressed expression show "there's no poison in this right?"

you froze slightly and raised your hands in surrender "you caught me." you let out a few giggles and shook your head "all jokes aside, I made it with a mixture of your favourite."

a light pink crept up seojun ears and was seeping to his cheeks but you couldn't quite catch it as he began drinking and as he put the cup down he was met with your awaiting expression.

"so?" you grabbed the cup out of his hands, a smile on your face as you noticed half of it was gone "how was it?"

seojun swallowed the rest of the liquid he had in his mouth and said with a straight face "you want the truth or not?"

you deadpanned for a second and just sighed "hit me with the truth."

the boy stood in thought before responding "it was nice." he shrugged.

"seriously?!" your eyes widened.

"yeah."

"fuck, it only took me like 10 tries and a stomachache later." you hesitantly looked at the glass and pondered whether or not you should taste it to see if he was lying or not.

it was true that you experimented 10 times and each had tasted as bad as the first and your determined ass was adamant on drinking it until you made the prefect one but since your stomach jabbed at you, you decided to let seojun have a try.

"agh, fuck it." you gulped down the drink and set the cup down when you finished.

"holy shit, it actually does taste good." you looked at seojun excitedly when you noticed that he was staring at you a bit in shock and with warm cheeks.

"everything alright?" you asked.

"uh yeah, go present to the boss." he said but inside he was basically slandering himself for getting flustered at the indirect kiss that you had just received and were unbothered to notice.

'fucking grow up han seojun, you're not 10'

© 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏—all content rights belong to nikis-mum. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

[lavishflora]

꧁•⊹٭ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓼 ٭⊹•꧂

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The following day. You were cleaning the halls as usual, dusting off the small table in one of the halls when you heard rushed footsteps approaching.

Before you could even turn around, two arms wrapped themselves tightly around your body, pulling you into a hug from behind.

A familiar voice immediately spoke up, sounding happy.

"Guess who?"

'Property my Satan-'

"ah! Seojun? Young master?" You said as you thought to yourself.

Seojun let out a small laugh, pulling you even closer against his chest, burying his face into your shoulder as he hugged you from behind.

"Did you miss me?" He questioned, his voice muffled by the shoulder of your dress. He wouldn't let go, even though people could see them.

He was acting like a clingy puppy again.

Pulling yourself away from his embrace, you said to him. "I have a lot of work to do, young master. I will go now."

Seojun reluctantly let go of you, pouting as you pulled away from him. He wanted to hold on forever, or get you all to himself without his brother around.

He was like a spoiled puppy that just got deprived of attention.

"Already?" He complained, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Do you have to?"

"I won't get my payment if I don't work, young master." You replied.

Seojun fell silent at that, his lips tugging down into a frown. He didn't like that. He wished he could spoil you rotten, take care of you, so you wouldn't ever worry about those kinds of things.

"...Be quick, then." He muttered under his breath, pouting even harder.

And with that, Seojun turned around and made his way back to his rooms, disappearing from your view, the pout on his face deepening. He couldn't wait until the day you two were officially together.

Now, you had the other twin left to deal with.

"God! When am I going to get peace?!... For once?!?"

You said looking up to the ceiling as if trying to convince the god to give a day off... For peace.

But guess God was "Nah! I like the drama Girl." and was not really in the mood to listen to you as you heard the chief head calling you... Screaming to be honest.

You look up again with a blank stare as if you are looking dead-to-dead in the eyes of the god. "We are going to have beef... with you when I get up there to you because now it feels really personal-!"

"Y/N?! Are you dead?!" screamed the chief.

"Unfortunately not." you mumbled to yourself. "I am on my way chief!!" You replied to the chief at the same time as you made your way to the chief.

"Cannot have a day normally in this house... I wonder when I can quit?-"

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[gyusbambi]

humph; han seojun (pt 4)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

click here for humph masterlist!

story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note: humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근금지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: 3.8k

to claim that the cupid-team is surprised to witness han seojun getting along with his long term frenemy would be an absolute understatement. in fact, they seem completely and utterly dumbfounded as they watch you both laugh at a joke seojun pulled in the middle of the bus ride back home. needless to say, the childhood friends tease each other now and then like they’re used to it, this time without hurting any feelings. all of these observations, including the fact that you decided to sit next to each other in the bus, lead to several assumptions and without you knowing, rumors start to develop. 

for whatever reason, neither you nor seojun are aware of the gossip regarding both of you. perhaps it’s thanks to kim chorong, who’s apparently really skilled at being inconspicuous. 

_

it’s been one day since you arrived home and you find yourself sleeping in till two pm on a saturday. 

seriously, you should fix your chaotic sleeping schedule.

when you finally leave your room to get some food into your stomach, dressed in your favorite hoodie and sweatpants, your mum and juyeong are already eating lunch. like expected, they give you a quick judging look without interrupting their conversation. while you’re putting some rice in a bowl they talk about juyeong’s crush on some girl. soon their conversation moves to something related to seojun, and that's when you suddenly pay attention instead of playing with the cold food on your plate.

"y/n, is seojun’s mother in a better condition now?"

instantly you look up to react to your mum’s question. instead of looking at you, she puts more vegetables on juyeong’s table,

"it's been a few days since i last visited her, maybe i should do it again soon. i really hope she gets better."

"what are you talking about?"

"seojun hyung's mum is in hospital." juyeong answers, his mouth stuffed with food while pushing the vegetables away with a scrunched face.

"what?"

"hasn't he told you about his mum? i thought you guys would tell each other everything." my mum questioned with a small pout forming on her lips, finally meeting your worried eyes.

"they broke up.", your annoying brother fails the attempt to whisper.

"we're not together!"

displeased, you hiss at your brother, voice getting higher.

"you guys act like a married couple sometimes. it's annoying."

"shut up!"

"both of you stop now." your mother sighs while her hands move in the air in attempt to stop you from attacking your own brother.

"seojun’s mum is seriously sick and i'm going to visit her tomorrow morning. y/n, maybe you should do too? or talk to him a little since he's probably not doing so well."

"i will."

feeling upset that you’re just finding out about seojun’s mother’s condition, you can’t stop thinking about it for the whole day. besides that, you are worried and consider visiting them the next day.

even though their house is quite near to yours, you have to go through the dangerous part of your quarter. as you make your way to the han’s, your hand moves to your right pocket to grab the pocketknife, which seojun gifted you in your freshman year of high school. for defense reasons, he said.

"you need to be careful when you're walking down this street. here, have this."

however, instead of seeing a group of dangerous men, you spot han seojun himself, walking towards your direction with hands in his pocket. thinking of a casual way of greeting him, you clear your throat before taking a few steps forwards in order to greet him,

"hey!”

"hey, what are you doing here?"

surprised to see you in this area, seojun raises his eyebrows.

"well, i actually wanted to visit- what the hell happened to your face?"

rapidly, you interrupt yourself when the boy is finally close enough for you to spot the multiple bruises on his pale skin. this causes you take a few steps forward and reach for his cheek instantly, worry written all over your face.

he looks horrible. bruises all over his face, lip bleeding, knuckles visibly red.

seojun catches glimpse of your worried eyes and feels embarrassed for you to find him at this state. instead of making the attempt to explain the situation, he grabs your hand which rests on his cheek. the touch of your warm and soft hand causes a pressure building in this chest. seojun doesn’t dare to take his eyes off of yours.

suddenly your cheeks feel like they’re turning into the shade of a tomato. besides that, your heart starts acting all weird when you catch glimpse of his intense eyes.

"what happened?" you question once again, this time with even more concern.

"it's not important-"

"did you get into a fight?"

"that bastard lee seungyong was getting on my nerves again, it's not important." he sighs after running his hand through his hair.

"alright. come on, we need to clean those bruises before they get worse." you mutter after grabbing his right arm and pulling him towards your house.

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seojun hisses with a painful expression as you attempt to clean the awful wounds on his cheeks. with a concentrated look crossing over your face, you focus on the terrible cut. however, you impatiently drop your hand on your lap when seojun can’t seem to stop moving, an annoyed sigh followed after. 

“could you stop moving the whole time? i’m trying to do something here.”,

positioning yourself closer to the boy sitting on the edge of your bed, you’re ready to treat his wounds for the third time. seojun only grins playfully despite the painful bruises,

“look at you acting like a doctor.”

ignoring his comment, you raise your hand once again to reach for his chin. fingers brushing on his skin, you are able to focus. this time seojun doesn’t flinch. quite the contrary, he’s like frozen on spot. the only thing he seems to be able to focus on are your features. 

nothing but silence dominates your room as you decide to clean the cut on his bottom lip. you fingers brushing over his soft lip, eyes completely focused on them, the poor boy’s heart is about to explode in front of you. he internally thanks to god that you don’t notice his chest rising up and down or his ears turning into a darker shade of red. breath taken away, his eyes linger on your lips, blinking frequently.

yet, his relief only lasts for a couple seconds when the silence eventually makes you look up to seojun, only to find him already staring at you, eyes gazing at your lips.

not aware of your slightly surprised eyes, he continues staring. clearly, your bodies are almost attached to each other. not to mention, you leaned in a little earlier, grip on his shoulder to prevent him from moving. the young boy practically prays that you won’t hear his heart racing in his chest.

aren’t you even a little nervous? it almost makes him annoyed how the closeness doesn’t seem to bother you at all.

little does he know that you feel the exact same way. in fact, you’re so bothered by the butterflies in your stomach that you suddenly wish that he would just continue making dumb jokes or rude comments.

pulling your hand away from his shoulder in a swift move, you blink. still, you’re not able to look away which seems so stupid and unbelievably odd. 

seconds after you catch glimpse of his hand getting closer to yours but that isn’t enough for you to look away.

why would someone look attractive with a beaten face? that doesn't make any sense.

seeing him in this state, bruises, messy hair, intense gaze, flushed face, makes you want to hug him, ask him what was wrong, tell him you were here for him.

however, right when you think he is going to say something or reach for your hand and hold it...

"guess who just ate two big delicious menus-"

juyeong.

the second your brother lays eyes on seojun sitting super close to you, his eyes widen in horror.

"o-oh adult business, i get it. i'll leave now. bye, hyung!"

yet, of course, before leaving your room he doesn’t miss the chance to make gagging noises.

"and y/n, sadly, there wasn't enough food for you."

his fake pout makes you want to throw your slipper at him but you just close your eyes for a second and exhale, trying to remain calm.

seojun only chuckles with amusement.

"mum! y/n and seojun hyung are a couple again. can she move out now?"

juyeong’s annoying voice can be heard all the way too my room. embarrassed, you glance at seojun, who is obviously trying to hold in his laugh.

"i'm sorry for my brother."

"you don't need to be."

"a-anyways, are you better now? i mean your bruises?" you stammer while pointing at his face, wanting to ignore what just happened.

"yeah, a lot better. thank you."

he trails off, eyes darting through the room,

"i-i should probably leave now."

right, your stupid self forgot to ask him about his mum.

"i heard about your mum. i hope she's doing better?"

“thankfully, she is. it's a little difficult for us but we’re going through this."

“hopefully she’ll feel better soon. i’m sure you’re taking good care of her,”

you’re always like that. caring about others more than yourself.

“if you need anything, i’m here.”

he smiles genuinely, “thank you.“

and that's when he leaves.

_

the sun shines outside the next day. but instead of going out and enjoying the nice weather like other normal people, you lay on your bed while thinking about the previous day. strangely, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way seojun made you feel. 

why did your heart race? why were you left speechless?

in the corner of your mind, there’s been an explanation for your weird feelings for your childhood friend. although, you’ve always tried to ignore it and distract yourself.

but now, thinking about all the times seojun made your heart flutter, it just made sense.

you like him.

“no!”

with widen eyes you swiftly stand up, not believing yourself.

it couldn’t be, right? everyone feels this way to their friend at some point of their friendship, no?

but the thing is: you’ve been feeling like this the whole time. 

letting yourself fall on your bed, you scream into your pillow.

you like han seojun.

and there’s no way your former frenemy likes you back.

_

it’s another school morning as you walk into your class. this time however, you’re nervous to enter the room. after all, you’ll have to be around the one person you now feel nervous talking to. what if he notices your odd behavior. praying that he won’t approach you in a way that made your heart flutter, you eventually enter the classroom.

however, it seems like the universe is making fun of you when you’re met with something hundred times worse the moment you step into the room. instantly, all eyes land on you and all you hear are cheers and screams from your classmates,

“congratulations on dating, y/n and seojun!”

“you’re so cute together!”

“y/n and seojun sitting on a tree!”

at the sight of chorong and his group wearing t-shirts with your shipname printed on them, your eyes widen in horror. they think you’re dating han seojun?!

“why didn’t you tell me anything? i’m your close friend after all!”

sua pouts, hitting your arm playfully while your eyes are still glued on the ridiculous t-shirts.

“is it true, y/n?”,

from the corner of your eye you see soojin giving you a teasing smile.

“listen, guys. there has been a huge misunderstanding.”,

when you can finally focus on your friends, who surround you with curious looks, han seojun enters the classroom, completely unaware of what’s happening right now.

the young boy frowns at chorong after setting his bag on his table. yet soon his confused face changes to a shocked one, as he eventually notices the t-shirts, everyone congratulating him with cheerful laughter.

turning his head to you, he notices your helpless look while you tilt your head to the side. totally surprised by everything, seojun has no clue how to act at the beginning. 

finally, both of you manage to stand in front of the class, facing your classmates as they continue asking several questions,

“since when have you been dating?”

“no way! did anything happen during the school trip?”

“tell us the truth!”

frustrated, you move your hands in the air, trying to speak with a loud tone so that everyone can understand you,

“i don’t know how you came up with this rumor but seojun and me are only friends, okay?”

hearing your statement, everyone groans at the same time, not believing you at all,

“it’s so obvious! just tell us the truth.”

letting out a sigh, you turn your head to face seojun with an annoyed look,

“could you at least say something?”

however, seojun only raises his eyebrows before taking his hands out of his pockets,

“would you hate it that much?”

his sentence makes you frown and multiple questions appear in your head. not quite understanding his point, you continue staring at him with furrowed eyebrows before he finally slams his hand on the desk in front of him, catching everyone’s attention,

“you guys better stop spreading all those rumors around. she’s only my friend...,”

disappointed, many students groan before going back to their seats while others still don’t seem to believe seojun and shake their heads in denial.

seojun bends down to your height so that his face is only a few inches apart from yours before whispering with one eyebrow raised,

“...right?”

nervously you blink, sadness starting to grow inside you after hearing his words. of course, he only considers you as his friend. there’s no way he would see you as something more.

_

friday nights are always the same for you: watching your current favorite tv show while snacking on whatever you have at home. whereas other people from your grade probably club somewhere.

that night your phone rings and an unknown number appears on the screen. thinking it’s a stupid prank, you pick it up with an annoyed sigh.

"hello?"

"hello. is this y/n?"

"yes. who am i talking to?"

there is a short silence before the unknown person starts talking again,

"look, i work at this club near your neighborhood and this dude randomly passed out here. i found your number on his phone so i thought of calling you. can you maybe come and get him? he's seriously wasted a– dude, what the hell, stop spilling all the drinks!"

"i'm sorry but who are you talking about?"

you heard the unknown man mumble before answering, "seojung? seung- seojun?"

"han seojun?"

"yes! that's his name."

a short silence takes over when you sit up in shock.

"so, are you coming?"

you sigh before replying, "i need the adress.”

_

the moment you enter that club, you want to return to your house. many people dance on the dance floor, totally wasted. everyone is pressing their bodies against each other's. the loud music makes you feel even more uncomfortable. you look around and let out a relieved sigh when you find a bartender with a phone on his hand.

"hello, i'm here for seojun. the guy who–"

"hey, finally! he's right here."

you follow the man to the other side of the club, where people are sitting on the couches and drinks were sold every minute. it doesn’t take you long to spot seojun sitting on the couch. his eyes are closed but his head is swinging from left to right. you can’t believe your eyes. you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen him in a state like this ever before.

"don't worry. your boyfriend didn't hook up with anyone." the bartender next to you said.

"he's not my boyfriend."

"what are you then?"

"i'm his..." you trail off before answering,

"neighbor! i’m his neighbor!"

seojun shouldn't know that you came to pick him up at this time.

without waiting any longer, you help seojun getting up and wrap his arm around your shoulder. before leaving the club, the bartender reaches you seojun’s phone and makes sure to call a taxi. after thanking him you leave with seojun’s heavy body.

while waiting for the taxi to arrive, seojun keeps rambling stupid things you can’t understand. it’s getting harder for you to stand with him by yourself every minute, so you decide to sit on the bench with him, which is a couple steps away from the bus station.

you let out an exhausted sigh after sitting down and then turn your head towards him. suddenly you grab his face and make him look at you. he smiles like an idiot after you brush his bangs away from his forehead. his cheeks are extremely red, his lips pouting slightly and his eyes struggling not to close. your cold hands hold his warm, soft cheeks while you analyze his expressions. you have to admit: seojun looks cute.

after a few seconds he suddenly frowns. he narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side slightly, looks you up and down considerately before asking,

"who are you?"

“you don't know who i am?"

"hmmm..." he rubs his chin carefully, acting like he’s solving a mystery,

"no."

"good."

"you're telling me that that's fine?" seojun giggles and covers his mouth.

"yes, absolutely."

"alright! i'm han seojun. who are you?" he stretches his hand out for you to shake.

"does that matter?”

“of course! who are you, young lady?”

"that's not important right now. what matters is that you're extremely drunk. what were you doing here?"

"you're rude!" he pouts and crosses his arms,

"you won't even tell me your name."

"why are you acting so childish?"

"i-i don't know."

"never mind. that's fine."

"really?!"

"yeah, you're good."

you notice how his lips form a small smile,

"you're nice and then rude and then nice and then- you remind me of someone you know?"

yes, that's you.

"my friend y/n."

"oh, really?" you sarcastically laugh.

"yeah! she's like you. but prettier. like so much prettier. she’s pretty."

"that doesn't even make sense."

"huh?" seojun asks confused.

oh no, why do you have to be so cute.

"actually, it’s hard for me to be her friend." suddenly he’s all sad,

"sometimes i cross the line and don’t know my limits. but she's so dumb and stubborn!"

"and why is that?” frowning, you cross your arms in front of your chest, waiting for his response. 

he only sighs with tiredness, "never mind–"

and then he falls asleep on your shoulder.

_

finally you arrive at seojun’s house and fortunately all the lights are out. with his heavy body pressing to your small one, you struggle to carry him up the stairs. quietly, the door is opened by you before seojun falls into his bed. your head starts hurting, which makes you sit down next to him and massage your temples. however, you help seojun standing up and carry him to the bathroom carefully, in order to wash his face. he lets you take off his jacket and his shoes. finally he lays down on his back, with his face facing the ceiling.

"don't lie on your back." you demand.

"hm?" seojun’s eyes are firmly closed when he mutters with tiredness.

"lie on your side." you pull his body to the side, so that he could face you.

definitely, his facials expressions change. his lips are no longer pouted, his eyes extremely tired, his cheeks pale. from analyzing his face once again, you fail to notice him staring at you with his eyebrows drawn together. soon his confused expression changes to a sad one when you cover his body with his bed sheets.

"i'm sorry." seojun mutters suddenly. you expect him to continue, as he grabs both of your hands and slightly pulls you closer to him. a shiver goes down your spine.

"y/n, you deserve better."

he knows it’s you? 

"i know i treated badly but i need you."

his eyes are barely opened, his words barely understandable. your hands start shivering as his grip tightens.

"i-i should go."

"no! please stay here." he rambles drunkly.

you decide to stay a little longer, just until he would fall asleep and hopefully forget everything that has happened this night.

“i mi..."

you aren’t able to understand his quiet mumbling, so you lean in a little,

“what did you say?"

“i miss y/n."

silence takes over the room before you finally reply,

“i missed you too, seojun-ah.”

your words make him open his eyes immediately. with a surprised face he tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes,

"y/n?"

instead of saying anything, you hold his hand while he’s still questioning your identity. all of the sudden his hands leave yours to grab your face. without waiting too long he pulls your face closer to his. instantly, your eyes widen when you notice the small gap between your noses. intensively, he looks into your eyes. so many emotions can be read from his look, yet you can’t figure out what he‘s feeling exactly. they have the most beautiful brown color you have ever seen. so deep, that you could get lost in them. only seconds pass, but it still feels like you were staring at each other for an eternity. you can even feel his soft breath on your face, which causes your ears to turn a dark shade of crimson.

seojun then glances at your lips before looking back into your eyes again. without waiting any longer he presses your lips together, one hand holding your cheek while the other grabs your waist. you let out a small gasp, your eyes remain closed, your whole body frozen. is this really happening?

when you’re finally able to kiss him back and hold firmly into his shoulders, he tilts your head, deepening the kiss. you feel your heart beating thousand times faster, almost exploding in your chest, as his soft lips press against yours. your face is glowing when you eventually wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, unable to resist the warm feeling. without doubt, you are sure that you've never felt something like this before.

seojun slowly pulls back when he feels your fingers softly tugging at his hair, leaving a small gap between your lips. you feel his breath on your face when he hums something before his lips meet yours for the second time, not giving you enough time to open your eyes,

“hmm, strawberries.”

feeling his lips forming a small smile, your heart is about to explode in your chest. seojun was insanly drunk but clearly enjoys the taste of strawberry lip balm, brushing his thumb over your cheek softly.

soon you break the kiss only to find seojun falling asleep on his bed seconds later. not believing what just happened you stare at him, admiring his features before panic takes over you and you rush out of his house.

would he remember any of this tomorrow?

_

to be continued...

(p.s: sorry for making you wait for so long🥺)

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둘. balenciaga : part one — 3.6k words

Getting used to the new way of things definitely wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. There was no guidebook available to advise her on how to live in a fictional, but very, very real world where the people she knew were reduced to mere caricatures of what they once had been.

She wasn't even kidding. If she thought she had already seen the worst of it when her mother had yelled at her brother, oh boy was she mistaken.

As she had come to find out, no matter if she was in the right or wrong, Ahyeong was no exception when it came to being at the other end of her mother's disappointment.

It became apparent when Hwayoung had arrived at the ER to collect her daughter following a phone call from the receptionist alerting her of Ahyeong's injury.

Drowsy from painkillers and weighed down by the heavy cast on her ankle, Ahyeong gripped the crutch at her side as she walked to her mother's car in the parking lot. The bruising on her foot had looked awful at first, but upon further checking and x-ray scans, her bone was only fractured and the discolouration was the result of the harsh impact on concrete.

Her mother had been eerily quiet ever since she had picked her up at the gate, but as Driver Oh — her parents' designated chauffeur — embarked on the way to their home, Mother finally broke the silence.

Ahyeong didn't know what she was expecting. No, wait, she knew exactly what she expected to hear: the same words her mother had told her when she had scraped her knees on asphalt when she had been a little girl trying to learn how to ride a bike for the first time, asking if she was feeling okay, or if it hurt too much.

Instead, what she got from her mother was: "I wasn't expecting this from you."

Despite the internal heaters of the car that provided respite against the chill of the night, the air around them felt impossibly cold.

"How could you be so careless? Getting injured right before school? If this is your way of rebelling against me, let me tell you, young lady, it will not work," she scoffed.

"Perhaps I've been too ignorant in letting you out of the house so freely. From now on, you're to ask for my permission every time you decide to leave the house. Understand?"

She didn't even wait for her daughter's response and continued on, jaw set in annoyance as she almost spat her next words, "And also, next time you decide to afflict yourself on your escapades, call the housekeeper to get you instead. I had to leave a conference with foreign investors just to pick you up. Honestly, you call yourself my daughter. I wonder what I did wrong in raising you that you ended up like this."

Ahyeong looked on, processing the poisonous words that pricked her skin, and accepted one of the many cruel realities of her situation.

Song Hwayoung, a businesswoman with expectations that were higher than the tallest mountains and a personality as explosive as active volcanoes.

That was the woman sitting across from her at that moment, not her mother.

Her sigh was barely heard over the static hum of the engine and passing vehicles. This was definitely going to take a while.

If she thought that she would be cut slack with a fractured ankle and be left alone to wallow in her thoughts, she was terribly wrong.

New world meant new info, things that didn't exist before but existed here in this world. Thank whatever entity existed in the cosmos that the Internet was created, because Ahyeong didn't think she would've known half the things she did now if she hadn't seen the news feed on all her SNS accounts — which thankfully were the same — feeding her with all she missed out on.

First order of business was finding more information about whatever may be relevant to the story she was dropped in. For better or for worse, Ahyeong instinctively knew that she was going to be a big part of whatever charade she was thrown into, and if she went into this blind as a bat, she was bound to crash and burn. Even if she could find a way to get out of here, and it really was a dream (her ankle vehemently protested against that fact), she was not counting on false hopes and delusion. So in order of relevancy, it was.

One person that jumped in her SNS feed far more times than she could ignore was Jung Seyeon. She knew the gist of it; a friend of Suho and Seojun, debuted idol with a soulful voice and wonderful personality, ruined by falsities and someone's needless hate.

Upon laborious scrolling and exploration of trending tags, she gathered that it had been his birthday yesterday, the first after his untimely death the previous year, which also explained the memorial she had seen the other day while on the verge of falling.

What disturbed her was that she had stood in the same place as Seyeon, same building, same roof. It put Suho's reaction into perspective when he had found her, and further mounted her guilt in bringing up bad memories.

Digging up things she needed to know about the story — which was more inclined towards the drama than the webtoon; she had just started watching the show when she'd been swept away so her foreknowledge didn't really count for much — also meant that eventually, she would end up finding out something or the other about herself too. Which she did. She found out a lot of things, on the Internet and also in real life from people she was rather horrified to be associated with.

"Young Miss, you have guests. Shall I send them up?"

Eunjung knocked on her door to get her attention, relaying her message, and waited for her response with all the patience of a saint. She was a godsend and the Song heir couldn't be more grateful for her being present in the family.

Meanwhile, Ahyeong frowned, a confused look passing her features for a second.

Guests?

People coming over to the Song Mansion was not unheard of, but it was rare, and they were all either her parents' acquaintances or some of her brother's classmates. Ahyeong wasn't big on inviting people to her house or making friends beyond the usual superficial ones. She had a few who she loved having around, but never at her house.

Maybe they heard of her injury and came over to check? Dohwa hadn't texted her in a long while — was his number still in her phone? — so he probably visited?

Ahyeong lit up in excitement and sat up in her desk chair — her ankle had gotten considerably better and the cast would be off in a few days — and nodded at Eunjung, who almost chuckled at her eagerness and went downstairs to lead the guests up to her room.

She needed some semblance of familiarity from before and Dohwa was perfect for it. He even was Ahyeong's partner-in-crime when they read the True Beauty webtoon together in the rare days off that they had in the library, so maybe, just maybe, Dohwa would remember.

They didn't know each other too well, only bonding over trash romance manhwas that he dug up from the deepest corners of Seulli High — her former school; she had transferred to Saebom now, albeit unwillingly — but she liked to think he really did care about her.

Footsteps echoed up on polished stairs, advancing towards her bedroom located at the end of the west wing, and Ahyeong was almost vibrating with nerves at the implications of her train of thought.

She might not be the only one who was self-aware — that's what she had come to call this phenomenon — and quite frankly, she was counting on the fact that she didn't have to suffer through this alone.

Misery loves company and all that.

Well, turns out, the misery part of that statement was going to be more prominent when her guests stepped in through the door and Song Ahyeong recognized a gaggle of faces that definitely did not belong to Dohwa.

"Oh my goodness, Ahyeong-ah! Long time no see! I heard you were back so I came to see you! It's been so lonely without you, years go by so fast. How was New York?"

"Did you get souvenirs?"

"Did you really meet that hotshot makeup artist Selly? I saw your post on SNS. Waah, you're really living the life."

Fragile hope that had bloomed in her chest shattered into a million pieces, being flooded by a wave of horrified realization at the presence of the group of girls in her room.

She had been trying to deny it, pretending that she hadn't seen and read what she had, that the description was just that way because of a trick of light, that her eyes hadn't been working, her mind had been frenzied in panic.

Song Ahyeong, The Bully.

As Park Semi and her gang of tormentors stood in front of her with lips painted crimson and sharp teeth gleaming with an unnatural whiteness, Ahyeong realized just what type of crowd she was supposed to be a part of here.

The smile was ever-present on her face, cheeks aching from keeping it up for so long. Having moved their long-awaited meeting to the parlour on the first floor (damn that girl was rich), Semi's hands moved in elaborate gestures to demonstrate her encounters with their favourite victim- er, classmate, Im Jugyeong.

After three long years, Ahyeong was back. The queen b, the it-girl, the ideal student, her "best friend": Song fucking Ahyeong.

Honestly, Semi almost forgot the girl existed. Seeing the Song Heir trending on SNS for having landed back in Seoul was a shock for the girl who had been trying to establish herself as the person-in-charge after Ahyeong had left.

Semi had been trying so damn hard to build her reputation from scratch and was finally at the point where everyone in the surrounding neighbourhoods knew her as "Park Semi" instead of "one of Song Ahyeong's lackeys". But of course, the bitch just had to come back and ruin all her hard work.

She had to restrain herself from turning her smile into an ugly scowl.

She wouldn't do it, though. More like she couldn't, couldn't afford to burn the bridge that she had so painstakingly formed in middle school to rise from the rear end of the social ladder, going from an invisible nobody to a person who turned heads wherever she walked.

And when the opportunity presented itself, she seized Ahyeong's reputation in her absence and made it her own.

How could she keep it up now? How could she manage to compare to her when people kissed the very ground Ahyeong walked on?

Her smile wavered, fingers clenching around the handle of the teacup as she looked at the girl sitting in front of her on a chair that looked akin to a throne, calmly listening to one of the others talk about a particularly funny prank on the class pig with an amicable smile on her face.

The years had done her well, she grumbled in her mind. Ahyeong had gotten noticeably taller. Her occasional ventures into the modelling industry were justified. She'd seen those editorials in high-end fashion magazines. Semi wouldn't be surprised if her height counted in the 170's. It was a far cry from her own small stature.

Moreover, her aristocratic features were sharper and finely regal, lips perfectly plump and full of colour, the natural flush on cheeks that complimented her skin, her elegant posture and long dainty fingers that curled around the teacup, nails impeccably manicured, long legs crossed at her ankles.

For shit's sake, Ahyeong had no flaws. She was the epitome of perfection, anywhere she went, she belonged.

Semi scoffed in her mind, cogs already turning in her mind and forging the beginnings of a plan.

Enjoy the time you've got now, bitch. I'm going to make sure you run back to whatever hole you came from.

Calm. She looked calm. At first glance, that is. People didn't usually try to look deeper into appearances and took everything at face value.

Never had Ahyeong been so grateful for the ignorant nature of human beings.

Her hands looked normal. No, they were shaking with tremors as she tried to control them by clenching them around her cup until her knuckles turned white.

Her face looked passive. Her eyes were dry from not blinking for so long in fear that one of them would do something unsavoury the moment her eyes closed.

She looked fine. No, because she knew for a fact that she was staving off a panic attack.

Bullies. Fucking bullies, tormentors, tyrants, thugs, why the fuck were they in her house and talking to her like she belonged with them?

Her chest was constricting in odd ways, throat clogging up painfully.

When was the last time she breathed?

Was the parlour always this small?

Their mouths were moving, oh, they were talking.

Were there windows in the room? She really wanted to jump off one right now, anything to get away from this mess.

The door slammed open, cutting off the conversation — was it a conversation she was supposed to be a part of? Couldn't remember, she wasn't really talking, too busy trying to get oxygen in her lungs — and snapping the guests' attention to it.

Relieved from the unwavering attention of such unpleasant companions — although they were behaving well and were friendly, too friendly — Ahyeong breathed, taking in as much of the stuffy air as she could before slowly letting it out.

One... two... three...

When she reached ten on her count and everything shifted back into focus, she turned to the person who'd interrupted them and at the same time saved her.

(She hoped to any higher being up there that her guests hadn't witnessed her like that. She'd rather not give them anything to use against her, even if they hadn't shown any hostile intentions.)

Gilyeong stood by the unlit fireplace with a sneer that would've made Severus Snape proud.

"Look what the cat dragged in."

Semi huffed, setting her cup down, and put her nose in the air, flipping her hair back, "A princess, of course."

"I was thinking of something along the lines of a toy rat made of plastic."

Did he just accuse Semi of having her face done?

Bless her brother, she was going to shower him with flowers and gifts for this, because Ahyeong was forever going to treasure the memory of the mortified look on Semi's face.

She barely kept herself from snorting out loud, while Semi's friends held no such reservations, or maybe failed to control themselves, and dissolved into a fit of giggles and hysteria.

"You little-" Semi shook in anger as she rose from her chair, pupils blown wide with rage, "how dare you, you piece of-"

"Careful, Semi."

Said girl froze in her attempt to slap Gilyeong, and all laughter ceased at the sound of Ahyeong's bone-chilling voice that rang loud and clear in the room.

(She was vaguely aware that it was the first words she'd said the entire evening aside from the meekly spoken pleasantries and affirmations.)

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she warned, eyes narrowed as she pinned a cold glare at the offending hand that was a couple inches away from her brother's face.

As much as Ahyeong liked to playfully gripe with her brother, she never tried to lay a hand on him. And anyone who dared to do so would be spared no excuses by her, much less by a person with such a notorious history.

Semi visibly gulped at that, lowering her hand and letting out a nervous chuckle, "C'mon, Ahyeong, it was just good fun!"

"You and I have very different ideas of 'good fun', Semi," Ahyeong replied, setting her cup of untouched rose tea down and standing up, the other girls exchanging a look and following suit.

"Now, Gilyeong, what were you here for?"

"Umm..." His eyes moved over his sister, the girls and then to the door, "Eunjung said it was getting dark."

She turned to the guests who stood awkwardly in front of her, smiling wide — too many teeth, she later thought, after her brother commented how she looked like a shark — to hide the beginnings of boiling irritation that replaced her prior panic.

"I believe our time has been cut short, and I'm sure we'll have many opportunities to sit and chat again," God, she hoped not, "let's say our goodbyes for now, yes?"

It came off as more of a statement than asking for permission. There was no room for argument.

Gilyeong was boring holes into his sister's head with how hard he was staring, standing beside Eunjung as Ahyeong waved off her old friends — yeah, right, "friends" — and stepped back inside the foyer.

She had obviously noticed him doing so, because she raised an eyebrow at him, "What?"

"You're fucking terrifying, you know that?"

Eunjung looked affronted and hissed vehemently beside him, immediately launching in a tirade of "where did you learn such language?", "I should put soap in your mouth" and all that jazz. But he tuned her out, focusing solely on his sister who looked at him like he'd grown a second head.

If it was anyone who had grown a second head, it would be her. Because what in the ever-living heck was that back in the parlour?

Admittedly, a weird feeling had been pooling in his gut ever since he had seen a pale-faced Ahyeong entering the first-floor parlour with people who he didn't recognize in the slightest, and upon asking the housemaid, he came to find out they were some friends from middle school.

That immediately sent warning bells tolling in his mind because the grinch having friends? It was unheard of.

Not that he believed Ahyeong couldn't make friends, it was just that she often didn't have enough patience to deal with their bullshit with the workload that their mum often insisted on piling upon her.

When the thread of nerves in his mind had finally snapped in an hour, he all but barged into their conversation — which looked to be one-sided because Ahyeong wasn't speaking at all, only nodding her head at times, and when he looked close enough he could almost see her shaking- no, he wasn't spying on them — and was pretty sure he was the only one who had noticed her struggling to breathe properly.

Seriously, who were these people?

And then he makes a comment that blows one of the pissy girls' wig off and then he's flinching back because the rat's about to slap him and then he's shivering because his sister looks like she's about to commit murder.

Even their father's monthly tennis matches at the country club didn't give him so much whiplash.

He swore the room's temperature had dropped at that moment. He had scrambled to pull up and excuse as to why he had come in the room, roping Eunjung into it, and he thought he'd seen something akin to relief in Ahyeong's eyes.

But of course, that was soon overlooked when she pulled out her baby-eating smile and dear lord, why the fuck did she look like she would rip their heads off if they didn't leave right now?

She looked like a shark out for blood. And now, he told her so.

Ahyeong looked contemplative for a while before she shrugged and walked past him and Eunjung, who was still ranting about his use of such demeaning language — clearly, she hadn't seen him around his online friends when they went on raids in LOLOL — saying a few words that raised a lot of questions about his sister's overall mental well-being.

"Well, better get used to it because that's how the writer wrote my personality."

It was a mystifying feeling to be in front of a place that was inherently fictional but also real. The school in the drama was located at Yonsei University, but this building's address was further away from the original location that existed in this world.

It was beautiful. The hedges, the undergrowth, the ivy hanging off the old building. Students in Saebom's signature uniform milled around in clusters, either chatting idly or rushing off to their classrooms before the bell would ring.

The sun hit the scene just right, making it seem as though the scene came straight out of a painting. Well, it was supposed to be fictional anyway.

Ahyeong breathed in deep, straightening out her skirt and adjusting the nook of her tie that rested beneath her grey sweater vest. The tailored uniform was fitted snugly on her form.

The cast had come off the previous week after the doctor had given the all-clear, and now her legs were adorned by a pair of ankle-length boots, stockings and thigh-high socks.

She glanced at her watch that peeked out under the sleeve of her plum blazer.

7:43 am.

She needed to be at least fifteen minutes early to get her paperwork sorted out before classes began at eight.

With one last exhale to get rid of her nerves, she nodded at Driver Kwon, grabbed her backpack, and stepped out of the car and right into the eye of the storm: Saebom High.

And so, the plot begins.

TURN.

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