#song mino fanfic

[toast-of-eden]

I really, really like Kim Dokja as a woman in fics.

A cursory dive into men and women in ORV.

PREFACE: I love this IP as it is, I'm not a gender studies expert, and I'm a cis woman. So this is just me musing on this, and hopefully encouraging other writers and fanfic aficionados to fuck with gender roles and have fun with it.

I'm also not 100% sold that any of this was intended by the author or that other readers will like or agree with this take — a lot of it is how I, personally, have chosen to frame the text for myself.

I’ll also say that genderbending KDJ to make the Joongdok ship into a cishet one can be viewed as problematic, but I’m not really talking about the ship. More about the characterization.

I’m basically about to give you 2,000 words of this. That’s a lot. But here’s my Tl;dr

[Spoilers ahead. Also CW for some talk about SA in the webnovel.]

Just in case you don't feel like reading a 2,000 word character analysis and musing on men, women, and the treatment of gender in ORV.

Because ORV is largely told from Kim Dokja’s perspective, his view of gender and their roles is incredibly impactful on the narrative and the story we’re told.

That trickles down into how we’re shown characters and, in turn, how he values certain traits attributed to his concept of gender roles.

In the real world, pre-scenarios, he’s only seen the worst of men. From his father to his bullies to assholes at work — men just suck.

Enter Yoo Joonghyuk, the fictional hero of Ways of Survival.

YJH’s masculinity is, to Kim Dokja, what every man should really strive to be. Yes, he’s very strong and very handsome — but he's also deeply emotionally complex. He also cooks, cleans, and raised a baby all by himself, SO.

Add women to the mix: KDJ is absolutely surrounded by strong and resilient women right from the jump. We saw what Han Sooyoung and Kim Sookyoung did with the little fuzzy knowledge they had in the early scenarios. I can’t even imagine what they could have done with KDJ’s reference material.

All that combined makes female Kim Dokja just... honestly a powerhouse of a character to explore in my opinion.

Men in the "real world."

Growing up, Kim Dokja's male role models were... lackluster. At best. And Kim Dokja didn't fit any of the forms of masculinity presented to him.

His father, the first male role model in most children’s lives, was an abusive piece of shit.

At school, he was bullied by other boys.

Moreover, he wasn't able to thrive in the army, nor could he thrive in a white collar environment (see: Han Myungoh).

And why the fuck would he want to be like that guy?

So Kim Dokja's male role model was found in a web novel. Yoo Joonghyuk, a fictional character, captured his attention.

Yoo Joonghyuk is what Kim Dokja believes an ideal man should be from his beginning all the way to his end — round zero to 1863 and beyond. He wants to be like that guy.

Yoo Joonghyuk = complex, strong, deeply emotional but resilient

Men in the real world = churlish, brutish, villainous, or otherwise just meatheads.

That leads me to men in the early scenarios.

From the earliest scenarios, Kim Dokja is surrounded by strong women. Right from the jump.

Yoo Sangah adjusts to the new world almost immediately. Jung Heewon's sense of justice makes her the strongest member of the group. Han Sooyoung is a BAMF. Lee Seolhwa is the smartest person in the room and the only woman who's ever caught and held Yoo Joonghyuk's attention. Hell, Shin Yoosoung is Kim Dokja's powerhouse ward and loyal follower — to the point that she reincarnates herself without her memories to serve his purpose.

Aside from Lee Hyunsung, whom Kim Dokja often describes as a being a real stand up guy, the only man he spends real significant amount of time with is Yoo Joonghyuk.

We have to remember that this story is from Kim Dokja's perspective, so it's entirely possible that there were other men around, but that he just didn't see it that way.

At any rate, the worst, least complex characters are often the men of the story. This is especially true of the men in the early scenarios, which show Kim Dokja’s POV a little more straightforwardly, so I’m going to use them as primary examples.

Take, for example, Chapter 17: Ep. 4 - Line of Hypocrisy, II. Here, Kim Dokja has come upon a disheveled Jung Heewon who's dying in the street with her "jacket...half removed and a bit of her skirt...torn," left for dead lying in the streets, slowly dying from poison gas. He assumes she's been sexually assaulted.

He quickly figures out who the attackers are, because they try to attack him too. When Uriel starts a bounty scenario to take the villains down, Kim Dokja says this:

And again:

Men in the real world = churlish, brutish, villainous, or otherwise just meatheads.

Let's get even more literal here.

Take, for example, Song Minwoo, a bully from the pre-scenario world who shows up during the scenarios as a literal monster.

This is a villanous male in Kim Dokja's life who, coincidentally, has some of the same knowledge as him, having read some of the chapters of Ways of Survival. And he learned nothing, except how to bully better.

Yo FUCK that guy.

Let's go for another example.

Quality Assurance Dept. Deputy Yoon Sangho and the Mino Soft coin farm.

Coincidentally (completely on purpose) in the same chapter we meet Song Minwoo, we're introduced to another male character who was actually not antagonistic IRL.

Guess what? He's antagonistic now.

As a quick recap, when Kim Dokja gets there, he finds that the coin farm has captured Han Sooyoung. They plan to "make content" with her, and Yoon Sangho offers Kim Dokja a first go at her if he gives them more resources.

Read panels left to right, top to bottom.

Ew.

So much ew.

ANYWAY. Will reiterate the pattern here:

Men in the real world = churlish, brutish, villainous, or otherwise just meatheads.

I don't think it's a stretch for sexual violence to be considered a man's weapon. I also don't think it's a stretch to imagine that Kim Dokja, in spite of knowing this, won't attribute it to gender verbally — he'll just show us how he sees it. That's... kind of his thing.

Let's touch on Yoo Joonghyuk as Kim Dokja's Masthead for just a second before getting into the women of ORV.

I won't get into the later scenarios too much, because a majority of the new male characters are transient aside from Yoo Joonghyuk and his various regressions. And then we get POVs from (ahem) other characters.

So I'll get into YJH's regressions.

I've really hammered in how much men suck in ORV, but not really much about why Yoo Joonghyuk isn't like that. He's Kim Dokja's companion. His foil. (The love of his life.)

This is where things get complicated, because this guy is literally Kim Dokja's role model and, in a lot of ways, the center of his universe.

But that's why it's also most interesting part.

Yoo Joonghyuk remains the masthead. And it's not for his physical strength.

In spite of all of his changes in personality, he's still the same person underneath, who's fundamentally lonely and depressed as all hell. He's seen lifetimes of loss and goes on to transcend humanity, time, and space to become a fucking god. Even so, he perseveres through it to find the very end.

That emotional resilience and strength is what Kim Dokja admires in his only male role model.

Now let’s turn our eyes to the women in ORV.

Oh, this is so juicy.

The characters that show the most development in both the short and long time, with the exception of Lee Hyunsung, are women. I'm just gonna name some of the women in the early scenarios. There are so, so, so many other examples, from constellations to YJH's mentor, etc.

In order of appearance (I think):

Yoo Sangah

The most adaptable character of the earlier chapters

She starts chapter 1 as a high-achieving, kind of prim lady. She very quickly makes a deal with her constellation to become a badass who wears a catsuit, becoming stronger and stronger, kicking asses and taking names. She's also still good with kids.

Once it's established she's not a love interest, though, her prominence largely fades from the story. Side-eye.

Jung Heewon

Literally the best person KDJ knows. The moral high-ground and trauma-buster.

As previously mentioned, her first appearance in ORV is as an SA victim. Within about 10 minutes of reading time, she shows that she's able to put aside her trauma and discomfort to get shit done (a very traditionally masculine trait, by the way). She serves as the absolute good of KimCom and is often portrayed at the angel on his shoulder. She's also one of the strongest characters in the series by the end.

Shin Yoosoung

The little girl who believed she was evil, and eventually became it until she defied her fate.

A little girl who will one day become a villain. It can't be understated how complex this girl's trauma is from the moment we meet her, especially knowing that her fate is to be betrayed and trapped in slavery for all of eternity.

Kim Sookyung

The Wanderer King, Kim Dokjas mother, a false villain.

Fate did Kim Sookie dirty.

First of all, she introduced Kim Dokja to reading and the joy of reading things again and again, which eventually led him to Ways of Survival.

When Kim Dokja killed his abusive father as a young child, she framed herself so that she'd take the fall for the incident.

She wrote a book to collect royalties and help him live an independent life while she was in prison. To protect him from the truth, she let herself be the villain to her own son.

He held onto that — he was bullied in school because of her, and he didn't know the truth. So he resented her.

And when the truth came out, and Kim Dokja realized she wasn't the villain, she was eaten by the Fourth Wall. Holy shit. Of course, she was spit right back out when Dokja begged for it, but holy shit.

Long story short: not only was she not a villain, she maintained an unconditional familial and selfless love for Kim Dokja and protected him from the worst trauma imaginable by taking on the role of a villain.

Kim Dokja as a woman.

In my opinion. Just mine. Based on all the above.

Kim Dokja as a woman in explorative fics is fascinating to me.

As someone who's never resonated with traditionally masculinity, admired the story for what it was, defied it in the way he did, and admired the protagonist in a deeply emotional way, I just... just...

AH.

Ruthless, cunning, manipulative, largely (largely) asexual (we don't have to get into that here), and probably (maybe?) aromantic (definitely aromantic) — these are all traits that subvert traditional femininity too.

And I have to say — the family of cishet wiil-they-won't-they tropes could also be greatly subverted here, because this isn't a romance. It's a story about companionship.

I want emotional intimacy without the physical intimacy. I want the physical intimacy without the emotional intimacy. I want platonic love explored without emotional or physical intimacy at all.

But most importantly, I want it from a female character. Because I think that would be fucking cool. I’m tired of “woman with bow and arrow hates dresses and isn’t like other girls,” and I’m also tired of, “woman likes dresses but goes so super traditionally feminine that she eschews any masculine traits at all.” There’s a flavor of empowerment in both. But I want to see a next evolution, pleeeease.

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[rose-likesto-write]

You matter the most..

Pairing: Winner's Song Min Ho x reader (gender neutral)

Genre: Fluff, cringest fluff

AU!: Idol member, established relationship

Warning: mention of cardiac arrest (once), bullying (mention of word)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.3 K

A/N: Hey dear anon!! Thank you so much for requesting it!! I hope that you will like it and I am sorry if it wasn't something you wanted to read. Please it's a request to send me your valuable feedbacks, it genuinely means alot :)

Also this gif isn't mine..

Summary: Being in love is one feeling and your partner making you feel it day in and out is another..

'What is going on today? Why is everyone looking like this at me as if they are gonna open their mouth a blunder will occur' You thought while nibbling on the edge of your pen a habit which you developed as a result of being tensed.You didn't know what and why but you had this feeling as if it's important day for you but the there is as such no sign to confirm the day.

The whole day is weird, first all your colleagues are acting as if something has happened but they don't wanna tell you, your work bestie Gia had came up with a lame excuse which left you alone to do the project by yourself and that bully worker of yours nowhere to be present.

I mean, ofcourse you are happy that she isn't here because she terribly a pain in ass but like no matter what even if it's for one second you guys pass by you don't keep back from hurling a few sassy remarks.

She kinda hates you because she is delusional person and the reason you ask why? She came to know or rather saw who your boyfriend was which was none other than Song Min Ho aka Winner's Mino. (She was his die hard fan)

Mino is an angel in disguise in your life and you are always so so grateful and thankful that you have such a loving partner by your side. He is one of the live examples of duality, the way he speaks, his presence and aura gives the vibe of being powerful, strong headed but it's only you, his family, his friends and the fans who know his sweet and sensitive personality.

Now, speaking of Mino is that he wasn't able to talk you for the past two days but you didn't mind considering that he was currently in the foreign state preparing for a show at the moment.

Currently, it's 7 pm and you are almost through with the project just the final touches and rechecking of the final draft.You let a yawn escape before a knock came in on the door, "Please come in".

"Y/N, you may leave now and I know about the project as Gia already told me. Its okay, I will see to it. Have a great and happy birthday to you"Your boss said with a small smile before closing the door. "Okay, that's weird but today isn't my birthday. Its still 26th and my birthday is on 27th. Maybe he got confused. Anyways, let's go back!" You said to yourself before packing up and leaving the office.

Somehow, the happy birthday was running through your head but you didn't mind. It was almost quarter to 8 when you reached your apartment.On your way, you met your sweet neighbour an old lady in her mid 60s.

"Hello aunty. How are you? How is your health?" You said with a small smile."I am good darling. How are you doing? So, what's the plan for today? Are you going somewhere out?" She said while you gently shook your head. "I am okay but just tired considering I have to complete my project all alone and I don't have any plans."

"Why don't you have one? Its your special day today isn't it" She furrowed her eyebrows. "No, aunty I think you got confused but my birthday isn't today but tomorrow. Anyways, I will take your leave" with that you went towards your home.

While you were unlocking the door, your phone was vibrating. You took it out only to see the number of notifications coming up of 'updating the settings of phone'."You are troubling me alot for the past two days. Mino was right, I should have bought the new phone. Anyways let's get in".

As soon as you entered, the lights that were once off were switched on and song scream of 'Happy Birthday To You' was heard, giving you a good enough reason to have a cardiac arrest."OMG!!! WHAT IN THE WORLD J-"Happiest Birthday Dear!!" Your bestie Gia said with a smile and hugged you tightly followed by your family members. "I hope you loved your surprise!!!" Your parents said with huge smiles on their faces as your other friends and some office workers wished you. "So, that was why Gia you were giving me lame excuse and stuff but why my phone is show-

"We kinda might have done something in your phone though and especially it was already good as dead. It was perfect for us. We had to act crazy and inform almost all people as to not wish a birthday. Why did you think we came from the other route in morning?" Gia and your other friend Kiara said with mischievous smiles.

That's when it hit you as to why did your day seemed weird than before. You were all smiles but then you missed Mino, he wasn't here but at the same time he didn't even call you. Was he also part of the plan? Maybe so that your family can surprise you? You didn't know the answer.

"Thank you everyone! It means a lot. I s-"Nah dear! One major surprise is still left!!!" Your dad said with a small smile. "What is it dad?" You said with a confused look."

You remember how much you were crying and saying that we should shift near in your area or close by?" You had a big smile on your face, "OMG!!! Are you coming.. no, no wait ! Did you already shift in here?""Nah, baby. We still need a few months but we have this two surprises for you!!" Your dad said and shifted slightly enough to make some space for someone to fit in.

That's when he came with a gift in his hand. "Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday... Happy Birthday.. Happy Birthday to you~"Your boyfriend Mino came and you ran to him like a mad person. "Mino!!!!" You slightly started crying.

"Happy Birthday my love!!! I love you so much.. I am sorry that I didn't wish you. Me and your family had planned this small surprise but just like dad said that we have some surprises for you, do you wanna see them?"You excitedly nodded your head. "Okay, here we go!" He ruffled your hair. "Okay this is the present from mom and dad!! One of the surprises my bad" opening the top a cute little golden retriever was peaking its head out. "Oh, my god!! Thank you so much!!" You gently hugged the puppy and started kissing it and in return you earned alot of licks.

"Haha, you are do cute. Mino? Where is the other su-A gasp left from your mouth as now Mino was kneeling down with a beautiful diamond ring showcasing its glory was resting in the black box.

"Y/N Y/L/N!!! Its been almost 4 years since we have started dating. We went through all sorts of ups and downs, created alot of beautiful memories, had our own share of fair fights and arguments, have clicked a tons of terrible and embarrassing pictures and have stories. I don't wanna stop this here or maybe in future. I wanna continue this to till our last breath with our own little family. So, my small request is that accept me your beloved husband. Will you marry me?"Tears again started to threaten from your eyes while your parents and friends were hyping up you to say yes.

"Ofcourse, it's a yes Song Min Ho" you brokedown and he gently slipped the ring before kissing your crown. "Your happiness matters to me and I always wanted to be your happiness! You are my everything!!! You matter the most".

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[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Seunghyun

Tuesday

Intro Week Start Seungri Week Start Daesung Week Start Taeyang Week Start Previous Next

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Nobody would be surprised to learn that my sleep was not particularly restful. I lied awake for hours just worrying about leases, lawyers, kennels, and passports. I had spent a good hour debating texting Daesung to come offer a distraction. I would have even accepted Jiyong again!

Of course he was too busy proving some sort of point about self control. Or was it that he wasn’t the jealous type? I knew that he had at least somewhat explained himself, but I honestly couldn’t keep his reasons straight in my mind.Instead, I had chosen to do some mindless scrolling until I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

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“Mmhe’o?” I mumbled into my phone.

“Still asleep?” Seunghyun asked. “I’ve already made your tea, come out.”

I groaned and looked at the time. 9:44AM. Positively late compared to yesterday.

“Will you just bring it to me?” I whined.

A heavy sigh crackled through the phone.

“If you bring it to me, I’ll think about marrying you,” I teased him.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

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I recognized Seunghyun’s knock on my door. Two distinct thuds.

I pulled the door open and was greeted with a cup that was not “my” mug, sitting on a matching plate. I pouted.

“I know,” Seunghyun held the plate and cup towards me. “I needed something to put the lemon on.”

“You still could have used my cup,” I took the tea from him, “but thank you.”

I sat on my bed, placing the little plate down and sipping the tea. Not perfect, but pretty good.

“Are you going to use that against me when you want your way?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

I looked up at him. It almost felt like talking to a friend. Almost.

“Don’t make jokes if you can’t take them.”

He nodded slowly, biting the inside of his lip as he thought.

“Okay. That’s fair,” he smiled, “should we go to the courthouse now, or after breakfast?”

“I said I would think about it,” I grumbled, returning to the tea. “Not that I would just do it.”

“Right, and now that you’ve thought about it, I’m sure you can see that there’s no reason not to.”

“Alright,” I set the cup onto it’s little platter, “I’m going back to bed.”

“Stop~”

I stopped, if only because I wasn’t used to hearing that whiny tone from him.

“Come on,” he stepped forward and took my hand. He tugged on it until I stood up.

“We have to do something.”

I groaned.

“Daesung said that we probably wouldn’t have much to do until the full inspection is finished.”

“Exactly,” Seunghyun nodded, now ushering me towards my closet, “so let’s do something that has nothing to do with the fire or your apartment.”

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If I could have chosen any date to have with Seunghyun, I would have chosen literally anything else but this.

I had taken art and design classes. I had taken classes solely for the appreciation of art. I painted. I was an artist.

I still did not understand art.

Seunghyun had his hands clasped behind him. He was gazing into a giant canvas of semi-random swirls of orange and green. He had been in that precise position for nearly ten minutes.

It didn't look like anything.

Maybe I just don't understand modern art.

I went ahead to the next exhibition. Unfortunately, this one was a portrait series. Coupled with minor interviews, the theme appeared to be hardship, perseverance, and the people that help along the way.

Already knowing my own weakness, I slowed down - pausing to read the small placards.

I had barely started reading the second description when I felt the telltale prickle behind my eyes.

I dug through my purse, searching for something to wipe my eyes.

"Better hurry if you don't want him to catch you," Chul held a packet of tissue out to me.

"Let him," I took one and started dabbing at my eyes. "I've gotten softer as I get older. There's nothing wrong with that. "

“Don’t worry,” Chul nodded, “it’s c-”

“I didn’t realize you’re so tender-hearted,” Seunghyun interrupted. He walked past Chul, casting him a sideways glance.

“I’m only mean to you,” I felt defensive.

“I know,” he placed a hand on my back, between my shoulders, and leaned in. “I like it.”

“Are you done with the color swatches?”

Seunghyun’s head tilted slightly.

“I thought you were an artist? Are you not having fun?”

I gestured at the exhibition I had been browsing.

“I’m interested in people. The stuff in there,” I used my chin to point at the room he had been in, “I don’t know anything about that.”

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As if following a drama script, he had suggested for us to go to a cafe after the museum.

Resisting the urge to explain myself, I picked out a small bar of extremely dark chocolate to go with my tea.

“I thought you didn’t like bitter things?”

I looked up from the 85% cacao bar that was slowly melting in my hands.

“What gave you that idea?”

Seunghyun tilted his head.

“You don’t like coffee.”

I nodded, and held out a piece of the bar to him.

He leaned forward and took it.

Rather, he took my hand and picked the piece from between my fingers with his teeth.

“Yah,” I shook his hand off of my wrist, frowning, “what was that?”

“Why?” he complained, leaning back in his seat, “I already asked you to marry me, I can’t do this?”

I blinked at him. He was pouting a little bit.

Was he trying to be cute?

“Don’t be weird,” I scolded him. “Anyway, I don’t like coffee because it’s bitter and sour. This,” I held up the bar, “is bitter and sweet.”

“Ah,” Seunghyun leaned forward again, “should I try to be sweet to you then?”

I wrinkled my brow, not bothering to hide my disdain for this version of him.

“I said don’t be weird.”

“Alright,” he dropped the eager look, “I’m not good at it like Daesung anyway.”

“Just be your normal self,” I explained, “I hate when you pretend to be different.”

“Oooh,” he nodded as if thinking that over, “so you like me when I’m serious?”

“No, I don’t like you,” I shook my head, “I just hate you less.”

“I’ll take it,” he laughed.

We fell into silence, both retreating into our phones. It probably didn’t make for good television, but I was glad to just have a break from our constant back and forth.

“Here, what do you think?”

Seunghyun slid his phone across the table.

There was an apartment listing on the screen. It was affordable enough, and looked pretty nice.

“What’s the downside?” I muttered, lifting his phone to look closer.

“It doesn’t look like there is one,” he answered, “plus, you’ll be pretty close to where I live.”

“Ah,” I nodded, swiping between photos of rooms, “so that’s the problem with it.”

He clicked his tongue, drawing my eyes from the phone to him. Leaned back in his chair, he looked exactly like a celebrity. Crossed legs, one arm resting on his knee while he sipped his coffee. He shook his head at me, placing his coffee down and clasping both of his hands against his knee.

“It’s also close to where Daesung lives,” his voice was airy, as if he wasn’t watching me closely for a reaction.

I lowered my eyes back to the phone, pretending to be interested in the amenities.

“You’re convinced that it’s not Jiyong then?”

“I know what he’s planning, but I don’t think it will work at this point.”

I lifted my eyes to look at him over my glasses.

“That’s the second time someone has mentioned his plan.” I tilted my head and handed his phone back to him. “Should I be worried?”

“Do you want to know what it is?”

He sounded coy, almost playful.

Leaning back, I tapped my fingers against my lips. G.I. Joe said that knowing was half the battle. It didn’t used to make sense to me, but now I realized that the battle was all the work that went into getting answers.

“Would you tell me if I asked?”

Seunghyun smiled, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palm.

“Do you want to get married?”

“Ah,” I checked out of the conversation, lifting my phone again, “so no.”

From: Chaeyoung Did you talk to sunbae? About possibly having some time to teach me?

"I asked if you wanted to get married," he pointed out, "not if you wanted to marry me."

"How am I supposed to know the difference?" I asked.

From: Chaeyoung I don’t want to pressure you. I’m just excited!!

I smiled at the messages. Her eagerness was cute. Endearing in a way.

“Trust me, you'll know," he decides to change the subject, "who’s messaging you?”

“Jealous?”

To: Chaeyoung Sorry Chaeyoung-ah, it seems that I will be really busy for the next little while.

“Depends who it is.”

“It’s Chaeyoung,” I finally glanced up at him, still typing as I spoke, “but who would make you jealous?”

To: Chaeyoung After your promotions are done, I should have more time.

Seunghyun gave the camera the world’s quickest glance before lifting his coffee.

“Let’s not talk about that here.”

I resisted the urge to check the camera as well. Instead, I shrugged and turned my attention back to the texts.

From: Chaeyoung Ah… that’s disappointing. Don’t forget about me unnie~

I smiled. She really was cute in a way.

To: Chaeyoung Of course I won’t

“Can you send me the link to that apartment?” I asked Seunghyun.

“Sure,” he tapped a few times at his phone. A moment later, my own chimed and the message popped up.

It really was a nice place, and I was pretty sure I could afford it.

I decided to double check my upcoming job’s salary, just in case.

Invalid login

It was the third time the message had shown on the HR website for the company that I was supposed to be starting with in September.

Did I really forget my password?

Giving in, I opened my contacts and pulled up the number for the hiring agent I had been working with earlier in the year. Standing up, I excused myself from Seunghyun.

“Just give me one second,” I said, “I just need to check on something.”

He looked up at me and nodded.

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I stepped out onto the sidewalk. I took up a position near the corner of the building, out of the way of the foot-traffic.

The phone rang twice before the agent answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Hyebin? This is Luna calling.”

“Ah, Luna, hello. I’m a bit surprised to be hearing from you.”

“I know it’s a bit early on,” I conceded, “but I was having some issues logging into the HR site.”

“Oh,” I heard her click her teeth, “well, that’s a bit awkward. Did the deputy manager not talk to you?”

I thought back. Had I missed a call from the manager? I didn’t think so. They would have left a voicemail, and I hadn’t had any that I hadn’t already taken care of.

“I haven’t heard from them,” I slowly said, “was there a problem?”

“Sorry, I hate to be the one to tell you this but…” she paused, “the managers decided not to go ahead with your contract.”

“Ah,” I stumbled over my words slightly. I cleared my throat before continuing, “is that right? Sorry for the awkward call then.”

I didn’t listen to what she said after that. What was the point? Tapping the icon to end the call, I crouched down, resting my face in my palms.

After a few seconds, I stood up. I knew that there was likely at least one camera on me. Probably one of the staff members that was better at melting into the background than Chul was.

I hadn’t cried. At the very least I had not cried. Still, I lifted my phone and opened the camera to double check my composure before going back in.

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Taking my seat, I noticed that Seunghyun seemed to be making the conscious decision to not look at me.

Or maybe I was just being paranoid.

“Everything okay?” He still didn’t look at me.

“No,” I answered curtly, “but I’ll figure it out.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Not this time.”

I lifted my tea, noted that it was empty, and sighed.

“Thank you though.”

-----

After returning home, a term I was now feeling resentful towards, I had made a generic excuse and hidden myself away in my room.

While I wanted to simply lay on my bed and wallow, I knew that I needed to actually get my ass in gear.

Maybe just a mini-wallow first.

I curled up on my mattress.

In what seemed like ten minutes, but in reality was closer to two hours, I was woken up by the distinct double thud of Seunghyun demanding my attention.

“Can I come in?” he called through the door.

Groggily, I pushed myself up to sitting and nodded.

“Luna?”

Right. Line of vision.

“Come in,” I croaked.

He cracked the door open and poked his head inside.

“You okay?”

“No.”

He nodded and fully entered the room. He had a plate in one hand, spread with sliced apples, a sectioned orange, and chunks of bananas. Carefully placing the plate on my nightstand, he closed the door and took a seat on the side of my bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know…” I shrugged and stretched, hearing something in my shoulder pop.

“Wait,” Seunghyun stood up suddenly, “I forgot something. One second.”

He quickly exited the room, closing the door behind him. A little confused, I leaned over and picked up a section of orange.

I was considering going back to sleep when Seunghyun returned. Forgoing the knock, he simply opened the door and sat down again. He had a small bowl in his hand, which he passed to me.

It was full of peanut butter.

I laughed, then drew a shuddering sniff. My chest convulsed as I made the uncomfortable transition from laughter to crying.

“Yah,” Seunghyun took the bowl from me. Leaning across, in front of me, he placed it next to the plate.

“Sorry,” I rubbed my hands across my face, trying to get rid of the tears now streaming down my cheeks.

“No,” he turned, adjusting his position so he could face me. “Don’t apologize.”

That just made me cry harder.

“Come here,” he placed an arm over my shoulders, tapping on his chest with his other hand.

I slumped against him. Resigning myself to riding out the tears, I took full advantage of the comforting-ish gesture on his end.

“I feel like I’m cursed,” I mumbled into his shirt, “ever since this show started I’ve had nothing but problems.”

One of his hands was gently rubbing my back. The other had started combing my hair back from my face.

“Do you want to leave?”

“Yes,” I automatically answered. Then I thought about it for a moment, “no. Where would I even go? What would I do? I just found out that I was fired.”

“What?”

“Or I was un-hired. I hadn’t started yet,” I explained, “so I guess it doesn’t really count as being fired.”

“It’s oka-”

“No it’s not,” I cut him off, “I have no apartment, no job, no passport, and about four months to fix all of those before my status in this country becomes illegal.”

I pushed myself back, sitting up straight.

“So unless you’ve magically got a job for me, no,” I shook my head, running my hands through my hair, “it is not okay.”

“That’s all?” Seunghyun chuckled, “I bet I can find a job for you in no time."

"I don't want you to fix it all," I toppled back onto my bed, flopping my arms over my face. I was fully exasperated with his ideas and suggestions. "Well, maybe I'd like some help. Later."

I felt the mattress dip next to me.

"I'm sorry," his voice was low, even for him.

"It's fine," I groaned, "you were trying to help, I think."

"Do you want to talk more? Or do you want a distraction?"

For a second, my mind flashed back to that thoroughly distracting night with Daesung.

Uninvited, Seunghyun’s face made an appearance.

Well now I especially didn't want to talk about anything.

"Distraction, I guess."

-----

From: Hugeboy How is Seunghyun? Still asking to get married?

From: Hugeboy I miss you (*/_＼)

I dangled my feet in the water, sitting on the edge of the pool while I considered Mino’s messages. I knew, or at least felt, that he wouldn't mind if I unburdened myself to him. He might even appreciate it, in some way. But what good would it do? It would just be one more thing. One more example of me falling short.

“You’re not coming in?” Seunghyun asked, interrupting my detour into self-loathing. He was standing in the water next to me, resting his elbows on the wall of the pool to look up at me.

Better to keep at least one thing light.

To: Hugeboy I was going to say “ooh I’m going to tell on you” but who would I even tell? kkkkk

To: Hugeboy He says he’s going to keep the joke going all week.

With that I turned off the screen and put my phone on the towel that was sitting slightly behind me.

“What significance does the pool have for you?” I asked Seunghyun.

“What do you mean?” he shook his head, “and don’t avoid the question.”

“I’ll get in eventually,” I shrugged. “I mean that this is the second time you’ve asked me to go swimming, and you seem more relaxed in the pool.”

He nodded, then shot me his old smile. The annoying one.

“Maybe I just like seeing you in your swimsuit.”

“Maybe,” I conceded, “but if that was the case you wouldn’t mind me not getting in the water.”

“Fine.”

Seunghyun planted his palms on the edge of the pool and pressed down hard. Hauling himself from the water, he was somewhat awkward as he turned to sit next to me.

“I know that I seem stern and boring,” he pushed his wet hair back.

For a second, I got distracted by the way his hair just slightly curled with the added moisture, and how the slowly reddening light of the sky added depth to his skin.

“But I actually like playing. And there’s something about pools and beaches that make playing seem more natural.”

I pursed my lips and nodded. It wasn’t the most eloquent explanation, but it made a sort of sense.

“So the pool is an excuse to relax,” I summarized, “and be a little informal.”

“Yes.”

I nodded again, thinking that over.

After a moment, I decided to play into the idea.

Pushing myself forward, I slid into the water. I let myself dip below the water, shivering slightly as the coolness washed over my scalp.

Resurfacing, I pushed my hair back and looked up at him.

“So you’re saying I can be informal now,” I smiled, “right?”

Seunghyun laughed, shaking his head.

“Fine,” he dropped himself back into the water, “but only if you agree to play.”

He caught me a little faster this time. I had misjudged a turn and ended up in water much shallower than I had expected.

Forced into breaching, he had managed to back me into a corner.

It was in that corner that I now stood, penned in by his arms resting on the walls to either side of me.

“You’re pretty fast for an old man,” I teased him.

Seunghyun huffed slightly, looking annoyed despite having caught me.

“What?”

He gave me a slow once over. It was the sort of look that made me aware of how exposed I was in my swimsuit.

“I…” he started slowly, his tone measured and low, “would not stop you now.”

It was a vague sentence, but I knew exactly what he meant.

I chose to play dumb though.

“But you already caught me,” I squinted and tilted my head, trying to sell the faux confusion, “what?”

He lifted his right hand from the pool edge and crooked his index finger under my chin.

“Don’t be coy.”

“Fine,” I let my face drop to neutral and shrugged, “but what am I supposed to do with that?”

He smiled and leaned forward.

I wasn’t surprised. Not in the traditional sense. I just hadn’t expected it this soon, nor so publicly done.

After just a second I pulled back.

“Um,” I swallowed, trying to buy myself a second to think of what to say, “I, uh…”

“You’re right,” Seunghyun nodded, “we should get married first.”

“Yah,” I shook my head, then splashed him, “are you really going to keep that up?”

He laughed, wiping the water from his face.

“I told you I would.”

“I’m done with you,” I slid along the edge of the pool, out of the corner, “I’m going back to bed.”

“Ah, ah ah ah…” Seunghyun waded after me, “sorry, sorry. Come on.”

I sat on the steps of the pool, not fully committing to sticking around much longer.

“I kind of have a lot going on Hyun,” I shook my head, “Seunghyun, sorry.”

I saw the look on his face. He was about to be an asshole of some kind.

I lifted a hand to emphasize my next words.

“Stop. Please. Don’t.”

He closed his eyes and nodded, apparently deciding to let me off the hook.

He settled himself on the steps next to me.

“How are you holding up?”

I sighed, leaning back on my elbows.

“Depends what you’re asking about.”

“Dealer’s choice.”

I nodded, watching the ripples of our previous action dissipate slowly through the water. What did I want to get into? Anything? Everything?

“I thought you would taste like cigarettes,” I commented, deciding to put off the more serious topics for now.

“Oh, now that you mention it…”

Seunghyun stood up and gangled his way over to where his clothes were sitting on one of the chairs. He dug through the pile for a minute before pulling out a cigarette and his lighter.

I laughed.

“What?” he asked, pausing before lighting up.

“Nothing,” I shook my head, “I just remember being like that.”

“Ah,” he lit the thin roll and settled back into his previous watery seat, “when did you quit?”

“Five… or maybe six years ago,” I shrugged, “long enough. I feel like we've talked about this before.”

He nodded and hummed before returning to my original statement.

“Maybe we did," he shrugged, "what did I taste like instead?”

“Chlorine,” I laughed, “and whatever shot you took while I was changing.”

“I was nervous,” he admitted with a cough, avoiding looking at me.

“I wasn’t scolding you,” I laughed again. “But now I’m curious why you were nervous.”

Taking his time with his cigarette, he seemed to be thinking it over carefully before replying.

“I had to be ready to ask you to marry me again.”

“Fine,” I waved a small splash at him, “don’t tell me.”

“I’m being serious.”

Against my better judgement, I looked over at him directly.

He didn’t bother hiding that he had been watching me. The cigarette dangled between his lips, threatening to drop ashes into the water below. His eyes trailed over my face, pausing at my mouth.

I wasn’t sure how to read his face at that moment. Blinking, my own eyes jerked in a zig-zag, stopping briefly on the house behind him, the chair where my phone was, and finally settling back onto the water as I turned back to a neutral position.

“Why are you like this?” I asked the pool lights.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Seunghyun answered.

��I just don’t understand your motives.”

"That's because you haven't been paying attention."

-----

From: D-Lite Are you busy? Come out with me.

I wasn’t busy. I was sitting on my bed, staring at a sketchbook, getting nothing done.

To: D-Lite Out where?

From: D-Lite [D-Lite shared his location]

It was relatively nearby. It looked like a café, but there were a few other things nearby.

To: D-Lite I was in the pool

To: D-Lite I should probably wash the chlorine out of my hair first

From: D-Lite Hurry (｡•́︿•̀｡)

-----

Clasping my phone against my ear, I tried to look through the windows of the cafe.

"Where are you?"

I couldn't make out the interior of the cafe very well, thanks to the reflected lights on the glass. I could have gone inside, but I wasn't completely certain that the cafe was the goal.

"You're here? Where?"

I laughed at the circular conversation.

"I'm outside the cafe."

"Ah, okay," I heard a door jingle through the phone, "I see you. Turn around."

I slowly spun on the spot, scanning the people and cars around me.

A flash of movement caught my eye.

Daesung was on the other side of the street, waving at me. His smile was wide, bright, and, most importantly, unobstructed.

I pocketed my phone and headed for the crosswalk.

Waiting to cross, I was surprised by how excited I felt. As if I hadn’t seen him just yesterday. If I had to guess, I’d assume it was because Seunghyun took so much energy out of me.

Daesung also looked excited. Or anxious. He was bouncing on his toes, looking somewhat impatient.

He was still smiling though.

Fuck me, could my math be that far off?

-----

The table was small and foldable. Wooden slats on a light metal frame. As far from ostentatious as you could get.

It was one of about a dozen that were littered on the deck of the bar. I hadn’t realized how close we were to the Han river, and I was glad to soak in the city lights reflecting off the water below us.

“Here,” Daesung filled my cup again, “You’re sure you don’t mind me sneaking a date in after my time is up?”

“It’s fine,” I reassured him for the third time. “Besides, weren’t you the one that said friends can go on dates?”

“Ah,” he seemed deflated somehow, “I guess I did say that.”

“Yah,” I nudged him with my knee under the little table, “don’t look like that.”

“I guess I got my hopes up,” he smiled over his cup before downing his own drink.

I raised an eyebrow at that.

“Not like that,” he quickly set his cup down and turned to face me a little more squarely, “I just mean that I was hoping this was a date. Not as friends.”

I made a show of looking around before replying.

“Ah, I guess you’re out of character.”

“I was never a good actor anyway,” he shrugged.

“You’re such a liar,” I teased him, “in the beginning you made all those jokes. Like in the bookstore!”

“When was I joking?” He defended himself, “I was just nervous and, I don’t know, I was trying too hard to be cool.”

I waved his words away before taking my turn pouring for him.

“I got it. I won’t talk about that awkard stuff then,” I nudged the cup towards him, “I already think you’re cool, so don’t worry about trying too hard, okay?”

-----

“Ah we should try to be extra quiet,” Daesung said in a loud whisper.

I snorted a laugh, immediately covering my face in embarrassment.

Daesung joined the laughter as well.

I quickly turn and shushed him, raising my hands as if I was going to cover his mouth.

“Stop, stop, shhh…”

“You stop,” Daesung retorted, batting my hands away.

Of course that only made the both of us laugh harder.

So hard that I nearly tripped over a slight bump on the walkway up to the house.

“Careful!”

Dae grabbed one of my hands, steadying me.

For a second, I realized that I was well and truly tipsy. It was a little surprising, but somehow also not, that I would feel comfortable enough to get like this.

Of course, this was Daesung.

"Are you okay?"

Despite still having my hand in his, he hadn't used it as an excuse to get closer.

I blinked at him. Were his eyes always that bright?

"I'm okay."

He didn't seem convinced.

"Come on," he looped his arm through mine, "you can lean on me if you need to."

Need and want are two very different things, but every once in a while they do overlap.

I didn't so much lean on him as I held onto his arm tighter than necessary. I also took the opportunity to slide my hand into his.

"I don't want to go in yet," I grumbled.

"Why?"

"Because I had fun," I explained towards my shoes, "which means Jiyong is probably going to pick a fight."

Daesung didn't reply. He just stopped walking.

I looked up at him, but he was busy scanning the front yard and house.

After a moment, he tugged me off to one side.

"Do you have your keys?"

"Yeah," I let him lead me through the gate in the yard wall, "why?"

Once through the gate, he paused and scanned again.

"Do you have a key to the glass door in your room?"

"Oh," I was slowly catching on, "yes."

Sobered by a rush of adrenaline, I checked the living room windows and door that led to the pool. I saw the unmistakable shapes of Jiyong and Seungri.

The gauzy curtains wouldn’t do much to hide us.

We stood still, both trying to work out how to get across the sideyard, around the corner, and under the deck unseen.

Luckily, a savior appeared.

Taeyang entered the living room. I had no clue what he might be saying, but I saw both heads turn towards him.

Tightening my grip on Daesung’s hand, I darted.

"Go!" I whispered loudly.

Daesung was not expecting the sudden movement, but caught on gracefully enough.

Our hands parted, and I easily pulled ahead of him.

I laughed aloud, delighted by the silly race. Reaching the gravel under the deck, I stopped and turned to watch Daesung catch up.

He ran directly into me, using his momentum to sweep me into a tight hug.

His laughter matched mine as he tottered us towards my door.

The cold glass of the door hit my back.

Immediately, I recoiled. Arching my back away from the chill, I found myself trapped by Daesung’s body.

His laughter strangled itself into a noise somewhere between a hiss and a groan.

"Permission granted," I said in what I hoped was a flirtatious voice.

It must have been good enough. His hands were immediately in my hair, directing my lips to his.

A few seconds later, he pulled back, dragging my lower lip with his teeth.

"Mm…" he released his hold and dipped his head to kiss my neck before truly speaking.

"What would your fiance think?"

"My fian… oh shut up," I laughed, "he already knows that you're in the lead."

He lifted his head from my neck, eyes just a little bit wider than usual.

"I didn't even know I was in the lead."

I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss against his chin, resisting the urge to say something sarcastic. Against almost every instinct I had, I decided to go for sincerity.

"It wasn't obvious?"

“Honestly? No,” Daesung laughed under his breath, “I thought you might just be rebounding after realizing how conceited Jiyong is.”

There was a somewhat awkward silence as I thought about that. Was that what I was doing?

I came to a slightly shameful realization.

“It may have been that,” I carefully, slowly, chose my words, “but, within the show, you’re the one I genuinely enjoy spending my time with.”

He nodded slowly, taking his time with my words.

“So…” he started, but paused again. Licking his lips, he seemed to be weighing his next words.

“So you might choose me for the show, but not in reality?”

“Out of character,” I prefaced my next bit of explanation, “I’m clueless. I never know how seriously I can take anything that any of you say.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but I forged ahead, cutting him off before he could derail me.

“Please, just…” I sighed, but he remained quiet, letting me gather my thoughts.

“I don’t trust any of my feelings,” I started blinking, feeling the uncomfortable warmth building in my eyes, “because they might all be built on something that will disappear as soon as the show is over.”

I was staring into Daesung’s shirt pocket, unable to make eye contact while describing the reality of my emotional state.

In a back corner of my mind, I thought of Mino. I realized that I had been applying that same logic to him as well. And why shouldn’t I? For all I knew, he was just competitive… even when he wasn’t officially part of the competition.

Daesung made a few noises, almost starting a couple of sentences.

“Ah… tha… d…” he sighed, giving up. Instead of saying anything, he simply wrapped his arms a little tighter around me, pulling me against him and swaying slightly.

“Sorry,” I mumbled against his shoulder.

“Shush,” he readjusted his head, nestling into my neck, “you’ve had to worry a lot, haven't you pet?”

“There’s a lot to worry about.”

He sighed heavily, then released his hold on me.

"Then I will not give you more to worry about," he nodded towards the lock on the sliding glass door, "go in."

I turned, digging my keys out of my bag. After unlocking, opening, and stepping through the door, I spoke up.

"Will you come in?" I asked the room as I took my shoes off.

"Isn't that just one more thing to worry about?"

Shoes securely tucked to the side, I turned back to face him.

"But I want you to."

He licked his lips, taking a deep breath as he weighed his options.

I leaned forward, reaching out and taking his hand in mine. Pulling him closer, my other hand took a hold on his shirt.

"Please, Dae," he was close enough now that I could lean in and say the next part quietly into his ear.

"Stay tonight."

He took a shaky breath, then stepped into my room with a sigh.

"Of course, pet."

#Date Roulette #DR:SH #T.O.P #Choi Seunghyun #Mino #Song Minho #Chaeyoung #Rosé #Daesung #Kang Daesung #Big Bang #Winner #Blackpink #Kpop fanfic #Kpop

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Planning on making some ultrakill fanfics that take place in the imperfect love song universe so I'm here to show the five characters that don't appear in the level

V1: Mirage older brother. A threat to society. A Senior in highschool. Been voted to be the most likely to end up in jail by his class. Chaotic Bisexual. Has actually been to jail for thrown down with homophobe. Dating Gabriel

V2: V1 frienamy and friend to Gabriel. The friends group theater kid. Has a crush on Mirage. Has also been to jail for helping V1 beat the homophobe. Has threaten some that thought they were a alpha male.

Gabriel:V1 boyfriend. Friends with V2 and Mirage. Is buff but a bottom. A good christen boy who is slowly releasing his church is more of a cult then a church to worship the Lord. A homosexual. The other theater kid.

Minos:The drama teacher. Is friends with Sisyphus. Is built like a truck. Snakes are actually his pets. Has thrown hands with a couple of his students parents.

Sisyphus:The P.E teacher. Minos friend. May look out of shape but can bench press 850. Has also thrown hands with some students parent's (and the students period). Has a warrant out for his arrest in another country for aggravated assault. Former wrestler. Has been seen pushing a boulder up the largest hill before letting it roll back down to exercise

#ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #Gabriel #mirage #ultrakill minos #ultrakill sisyphus #Au

[eureka-its-zico]

Pricked Pt. 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Scenario: You and Mino have been together since you were eighteen years old. You’ve been through so much together, but time changed who you both were, what you both wanted and, ultimately, it ended. It ended once, twice, and a million times after. Each time fate somehow bringing you back to one another; but how cruel could fate really be? For with every time you crashed back into one another, you felt pieces’ fray and rip at the seams; pricked by love thrones that never healed.

A/N: Okay.Admit it. How many of you thought this would never get finished? It’s finally happened. I finished Pricked. Over time, I received countless private messages and anonymous asks about finishing this. I’m sorry it took over two years for me to get back into writing. I’m sorry it took so long, you guys. But, my sincerest hope is that after reading this, it all feels worth it. I appreciate the countless support for my fiction. For the continous shares and likes while I’ve been away. You all helped remind me why I started writing in the first place: for the love of telling a story. I hope you love this one. Much Love, Jenn.

Genre: Mino x Reader

Words: 5850

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs that are used are not mine and all credit is given to their rightful owners. 

It was almost comical how a room that felt so big became hauntingly small. The echoes of his last words etching themselves in your bones until they ached where you sat. Immobile, like a frightened child that hears the creaking sounds of old stairs; threatening to make your heart leap at the thought of old monsters.

Mino couldn’t have meant it. Just like you knew, without a doubt, you were only pretending to be self-righteous. To care about an unnamed woman who should’ve never taken your place to begin with: a poor man’s replacement. A replacement you yourself tried to make of him. The whole reason you showed up here, now,  was to force him to choose you. Or else what had been the whole point of the large affair you’d created, if it wasn’t to lead to an end that favored you both. 

But this was where your self-righteousness ended. 

In the distance your ears could hear the shower running. You knew Mino was undoubtedly undressed on the other side of the door. His last words a farewell forever: a painful dismissal. 

How could you blame him? When your lips failed to move and voice refused to work. Because that self-righteousness flared back up and made you believe you could do the right thing. 

What was right? 

What could be right about losing him, and spending the rest of your life with the maybe’s and what if’s. All you needed to say was what you’d wanted, and allowed, the selfishness that rained over the past year to win. Because honestly, why did you decide now of all times to act so holy? You wanted to do the right thing, regardless of it being too little too late. To believe that self-sacrifice, being a martyr, would be enough to forgive yourself for choosing to hurt so many. 

But you were done falling on swords. Done playing games. If you didn’t tell him now, right the fuck now, that you couldn’t live with the idea of him waking up besides the wrong woman every morning, not you, some stranger who only saw what she wanted, knew nothing about how he used to hide his favorite snacks under pillows during his first year of training, and bleached his hair so badly it left his head raw for days. How he ruined so many school shirts with stains of ink from broken pens that drove his mother into an annoyed rant. She knew nothing of his past. What made him. She only knew what he chose to show her like a carefully wrapped present. But you - you knew all. Past and present. You wanted to know who he became in the future. To see the version of yourself he talked about with confidence reflecting in his eyes.

You knew, deep down, underneath the claustrophobic hands of fear, that you could be better for each other. There would be no more running. No more imaginative ‘What If’s’, to keep you at bay. 

You weren’t surprised to find your feet already guiding you towards the door of the bathroom. Your heart already knew where it was trying to go: it had just been waiting for your mind to catch up. And somehow, after all that mental pep talk, you still found your hand hovering above the knob. 

“No more caving,” you whispered. “I’m doing this.”

Without another moment spared to thought your hand closed around the knob and turned.Whether you were conscious of it or not, you were holding your breath. As if you would find something other than Mino’s naked body on the other side. 

Immediately, your body was engulfed by a hot breath of steam. The mirror fogged up to hide your reflection, and condensation dripped  from every surface. If the shower wasn’t strategically placed in the middle you were sure you could’ve gotten lost in the large high-end expanse of the bathroom. The showers glass enclosure covered a majority of the room and offered no privacy. Your eyes able to roam over every available inch of flesh that it left exposed, and you drank in the sight of Mino greedily. 

Even slumped with his hands splayed out against the patterned granite - body being drenched every second in a heavy flow of water - Mino was still able to command the room. Although, you knew by the heavy sigh between his shoulders that he was a man in mourning. A dull ache wormed its way inside your chest and threatened to bloom, but a memory batted it away. 

It was the beginning of spring; months after you’d begun your secret affair. Both of you pretending it was just something simple as convenience. A past history of being first loves and promises of fairy tale ever-afters allowing you the false ideal it would be over once either of you had your fill. 

You could see now, caressed in a fog of steam, what a lie it was. 

That day the humidity had been worse than the heat. It ended up like that a lot during the peaking days of summer. The two of you finding solace in the new studio Mino rented out; a private, safe place for his artistic ideas to flourish and die in a privacy only he knew. 

He’d rung you to come by. Mino’s voice tempting your body already with the sweetness of kisses and a promise of that honeyed voice that was held between those lips kissing its way between your thighs. You didn’t need much prodding after that.  Your fingers already on an app to hail the nearest driver. 

You’d arrived minutes before he’d asked, and found him surrounded by splattered canvases. A majority of them thrown to the ground, like an island of misfits. Mino was already working on a newer canvas, but the frustration radiated off of him and hit you in waves. You could see it in the way his teeth dug themselves into the wood of his brush, and the large strokes of his fingers, covered in paint, across the canvas. You could’ve sworn you could hear the brush beginning to snap under the pressure. 

Mino had always been this way. His drive for perfection charging his artistic nature, usually with him being completely unaware. He was in such a trance focusing on his work that he hadn’t paid any kind of acknowledgment to your entry. All Mino could see was the canvas before him and the irritating fact it wasn’t coming out like he’d wanted. 

You were more than ninety-nine percent sure if this had been anyone else, you would’ve been annoyed at not being acknowledged. But here in his artistic heaven you were just fine being ignored. It left you plenty of time to gawk at the mosaic piece that covered an enormous section of a wall. The bright pieces coming into the colorful shape of a cartoon man holding a wilting flower. The petals somehow becoming larger until they landed on the ground at his feet. The back wall displaying a dozen or so paintings. The theme of them all painstakingly the same. 

In one various arrays of color, he had the facial outlines of a man and a woman. You could only assume by the way the woman’s face was comforted and the way the lips of the man drew near to caress her lips, that it was a painting with the image of intimacy in mind. That feeling of intimacy causing your cheeks to flush and a yearning to be touched. Another showcased a couple outlined in white against the charcoal of the canvas. There were stars small as speckled dust that told you he’d brushed a single finger through the hair to obtain the effect. The longer you looked at it a stirring feeling of recognition began to ache in the back of your mind.

“It’s that night we spent by the Hongdae river.” 

Mino’s voice cut through your thoughts and brought you clarity. Your eyes barely shifting to acknowledge his body turned in your direction, before looking back at the painting. It seemed the second he mentioned it everything about it began to make sense. 

It was the moment he’d caught your gaze stuck to the bright sky. So bright and full of endless possibilities. 

“Do you remember what you asked me?” He questioned.

You didn’t even need to consider the thousands of possibilities. You already knew.

“Do you ever wonder if the stars miss each other. Millions of them are in the sky. You would think with so many, they would be close to one another, yet they’re so far apart.”

It wasn’t until your eyes took in the shape of dying dust behind a falling star that you finally turned to look at Mino. Your full attention on dried paint that scattered itself on his hands and arms; splattered in rainbow hues all over his shirt and pants. He resembled a piece of art himself, housed inside a room you realized held painted moments of past times together, and more recent. Through this act of whatever it was you’d both created, Mino made something beautiful out of it. He made something beautiful out of you. 

Looking at him now...you knew, Mino would forever stay a work of art that would take your breath away. And in that realization, your mind only came up with one solution to end his creative slump he currently found himself in. 

You didn’t think twice before your hands found the hem of your shirt and began to lift it over your head. Mino’s eyes widened slightly; no doubt enjoying the unexpected show you put on. 

“You’re having trouble painting today.”

It wasn’t a question. You didn’t need an answer, but Mino’s mind wasn’t truly listening to you. It followed his eyes as they watched your hand loop around your back and undo the clasp on your bra. 

“I’ve actually been unable to draw - paint - anything. No matter where I go or what I draw, it never comes out right.”

You were stepping out of your shorts when you nodded in acknowledgement. As the last article of clothing fell to the floor, you were left exposed, in all your glory. For some reason, as ridiculous as it sounded, being naked in front of Mino this way sent your nerves into overdrive. It took everything you had not to begin to fidget with your hands. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Use me.” 

You blurted it out so harshly it caused Mino to jump. This time you did close your eyes as the embarrassment began to burn against your cheeks. 

“Use you?”

By now, Mino was slowly moving towards you. The playful tilt of a smirk drawing up the side of his mouth as his eyes took you in. He radiated a heat that sent your body trembling; not in a bad way. No, no. Far from that. It was an undeniable urge for him to touch you. For his hands to leave burning trials of his exploration of your body on every inch of your skin. 

You had to swallow twice to be able to speak. 

“Yeah. Use me as your canvas. Paint on me and see if this helps break you out of your creative slump.”

That appeared to stop him cold. His feet no longer coyly bringing him towards you and the smirk now drawn in a thoughtful pout. The first real hint of fear hit your tongue and you tried to swallow it away. You hadn’t considered the fact Mino might call your idea ridiculous and, perhaps, stupid. You were about ready to tell him never mind when his hand motioned for you to move next to the canvas and paints he’s been working on previously. 

“Come lay over here.”

You couldn’t reply. Your head giving a curt nod in response as he moved to grab a blanket. It wasn’t the length of your body, but just enough to cover your more...precious parts from the dirt of the floor. Once it was laid in place, you moved to lie down and waited patiently for him to spread his paints out on the tray. Your mind going to counting sheep to pass the time. Around sixty-seven, a gasp of surprise from the cold of the brush against your skin. 

“Babo!” You shrieked. 

Your hand shot out to smack his arm, which only awarded you with the deep bass of his laugh. 

“Should I have warned you?” He asked playfully.

“Duh!” 

“Okay, okay. Lie back down and be ready this time, eh.”

You wanted to smack him again and it sent him into more hysterics. You did what he asked though and laid back with your arms out by your sides. 

“I’m gonna move the arm closest to me, alright.”

“Why are you telling me?”

“I’m letting you know so you don’t smack me again.”

This time you chuckled to yourself as his hands took gentle hold of your arm and moved it into place. A few moments later the coldness of the brush touched down on your skin. You didn’t jump this time. 

You couldn’t tell how long you laid there. Mino moving around different points of your body; spreading different colors along your torso, down your legs, and under your breasts. The two of you making light conversation as he worked, until after a while he informed you he was finished. You were ready to move, but your body was heavy with relaxation and you settled on wiggling your toes. 

The sound of a Polaroid camera going off shot your attention back in Mino’s direction. His fingers snaking around to drag the film gently the rest of the way out. 

“You better not show anyone.”

Mino gave you a cynical glance over the side of the camera before snapping on more. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I wouldn’t share you with anyone: not even as artwork. I just want to save these.” Mino set down the Polaroid and gave the two photos a couple last good shakes before he set them gently down. You began to get up when he knelt beside you, stopping your movements completely. “Y/N, I mean this more than anything. I think this is the best art I’ve made in a long time. What we’ve created together today.”

The compliment sent your lips into a humbled smile that you did your best to hide, but Mino refused to let you. 

“Mino-ah, I did nothing.”

“There you are wrong.”

He didn’t allow you to argue further: his lips crashed down on yours. His body collapsing against yours and hands moving in a heated rush to remove his clothes. You weren’t surprised to find your own helping. The two of you soon making love in a flurry of still wet paint that helped to create a new work of art against the studio floor. 

With the memory fading away, and leaving you to stand back inside the bathroom and Mino a few feet away, it filled you with renewed resolve. What did it matter if you hadn’t graduated from college yet. If you didn’t know a major to stick with, and you worked like a majority of everyone else in customer service jobs and not a giant firm. That your apartment wasn’t in an established part of Seoul. 

You were every bit as good for Mino. Hell, you were the right person for him. You knew that more than anything, and you refused to feel any less unworthy anymore. Without waiting another second to allow doubt to stop you, you reached out and took hold of the shower door and opened it to step inside. Mino turned at your entrance with alarm spread clear on his face and raised eyebrows. After his panic subsided, recognition began to lower his shoulders and formed a question in his brow. 

“Y/N,” he started huskily, “What are you-“

You didn’t give him a chance to finish. Using the momentum you gained from entering the shower you pushed into him. The warm water from the shower drenching you both as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him to you. Your lips pressing against his the only answer that you needed to give. 

Mino matched your desire with his own. His mouth opening yours up to him allowing him to drink down every moan he could elicit from you. When pushed to move you back against the wall of the shower, you gave no protest. The need every placement of his hands made coursed through you and sparked like an electric current. Every tug on soaked fabric and delicate graze of teeth skimming down lips until a tongue lashed up to soothe it's haunting ache. Underneath the basic carnal need that plagued your body for Mino’s touch - his touch alone - you knew it was something deeper. 

The idea of soulmates and fate seemed  like a fairytale of pleasant dreams meant to keep the boogeyman of life at bay. That there was some hope of a Disney ending, definitely not G-rated, far from PG, but still somehow attainable in life. The thought alone used to be enough to make you roll your eyes. In the end, you couldn’t allow your cynicism tarnish the truth you knew was true between you two. 

How could you deny the power of the universe when the cosmos rested solely in his lips? The way his name was written in stars along your skin. For fate to align itself over and over until you stood face-to-face wrapped in each others arms in a tangled connection that refused to make sense.

There had to be a reason for all this chaos.

Mino and you were swollen lips and ragged breaths. His naked body pressed against your soaked clothes stirred a desire to finish what you’d started in the other room. Mino, apparently, hadn’t shared the same sentiment. His lips suddenly breaking free of yours only to lead you in a daze from out of the shower. 

When you came back into the room, he didn’t bother with a towel. Instead, Mino opted to struggle his wet appendages into the legs of his jeans. He gave small hops of hope that he used to wedge the fabric up his hips. The whole ordeal already making you fight back the rising fit of giggles, only to end up as a losing battle. The shoulders of his t-shirt becoming trapped around his head; face peeking out through the open collar enough to look ridiculous, and finally broke you down into hysterics.  

When Mino finally was able to get his shirt comfortably on he walked over to where you’d collapsed onto the bed. You were soaked and the sporadic dry patches on your jeans were annoying. Your body still vibrating from your earlier outburst and you watched as he moved to kneel beside you. Not caring that both of you resembled drowned rats. Mino reached out to calmly take both of your hands. The angle he was at giving you perfect clarity of his face. Perfect enough to be able to see a decision rapidly being made in the softness of his eyes.

“This is gonna sound nuts.”

You reached out to cradle his cheek in your palm. Your thumb rubbing lightly to try and calm the storm of emotions that whipped his eyes frantically back and forth searching your face. 

“Mino, this whole year has been crazy. I don’t think anything you could say would surprise me.”

“Marry me.”

Okay. You were wrong. His outburst did surprise you. Your body went still in front of him and your thumb no longer grazed against his lips. You were going into shock and he was taking your silence as denial. 

“I mean, I know it’s stupid. It’s a stupid idea, Y/N, and you deserve a better proposal than this, but I don’t want to waste another moment without you and-“

He was rambling. The both of you knew he was and only because the room swelled with the panic of finality you both felt. That terrible chance that if either of you stepped out of the room, whatever spell of courage happened between you both would end. You could see the pleading in his eyes and could only think of doing one sure fire way to bring his frantic speech to a close. You took his face in yours and gave him one good kiss. When you pulled back he was stuck in place looking for all the world like a wound up doll who’d run out of juice. 

“To answer your question, Mino: yes.”

It took his ears a second to register what you’d said, but the minute he heard it Mino broke into a smile so big you couldn’t help but smile back. He rushed to close the small space between you and wrapped his arms with a constrictors grip around you. Only pulling back to kiss you rapidly all over your face raising giggles from your throat. 

“Yes? Yes! She said yes!”

“Ya, Mino,” you chided playfully. “You act like someone is going to hear you.”

“I don’t need anyone to hear me. All I needed to hear was your answer. Come on,” he urged rushing to grab both of your jackets. “I know somewhere that’s still open that they’ll do the ceremony right now.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you moved hand-in-hand to the front door. This was it. You were on your way to get married. Nothing and yet, everything was about to change. Mino shot you one last smile over his shoulder before he ripped open the door. The both of you coming to a halt in front of the woman, closed fist raised to knock, frozen in shock before you. 

You didn’t need Mino to tell you who she was. By the way her face crumbled like all the cheated souls before her, you knew this was his fiance. The look of pain replaced itself with something much colder and harder. The anger coming in waves to steel herself against the pain you no doubt swimming inside her like a monsoon. 

“How long?”

Her voice trembled in a way that would have made anyone consider it to be sadness. Anyone else, besides you. You knew it was simply the sound of her choking back on a heartbroken rage cocktail that was brewing deep in her chest. Her tears scolding while the judgement her eyes held a very clear hatred for you. Her world slowly falling apart as she drank you both in. Clothes still clinging to your body like a second skin with both lips puffy and red from each other’s kisses. Her world was collapsing into ruin in quiet milliseconds of betrayal before her.

Mino finally let go of your hand and stepped towards her. She instantly retracted from his touch and swatted away his hand as if it were a pest. 

“Don’t touch me!” She shrieked.

“Jang-mi, please,” he protested. This time Mino didn’t make the mistake of trying to touch her. His hands simply motioning for her to come into the safety of the room. “Let’s discuss this inside the room. Not the hallway.” 

Her face turned a bright red, and you understood why. Mino sounded like he was coddling a tantrum throwing child. Not a woman who just had a brutal awakening of her soon-to-be husband’s affair. Jang-mi took on last reproachful glance in your direction and moved to go inside the room; taking careful steps to touch neither of you.

As soon as the door to the room was closed, she whirled on you both. Maybe it would’ve been better to remain at Mino’s side to seem like a united front. But you couldn’t bring yourself to give her another theoretical smack in the face with that. So you kept a few inches between you and your head cast downward at the carpet.

“How. Long.” 

Jang-mi enunciated every word. Her small fists now in tight fists as her eyes scanned from one face to the other. Waiting for one of you to find the courage to answer. You wanted to let out a sigh of relief when Mino finally spoke: “Close to a year.”

That answer wasn’t what the other woman wanted. The air appeared to be knocked out of her, as her knees collapsed from under her and she ended up sitting on the bed. 

“I should’ve known,” Jang-mi began with her voice breathy as if she was talking from a memory. “That day in the alley. When I seen you two together. I knew by the look on your face.”

She looked up at you then, and you didn’t dishonor her by looking away. You held her gaze and knew you deserved what she thought of you. For in Jang-mi’s story, you were the villain. The one who came and stole her ever-after and did it without apology. You wouldn’t ask her to offer forgiveness for your selfishness. 

“His mother has a picture with you in it still. When you were younger at Danah’s eleventh birthday party. I know you were his first love. It’s clear on your faces, but make no mistake, I am the one he chose to marry.”

Jang-mi found her strength to stand and it was against you. You admired her fight but, in this, you refused to let her win.

“That can change,” you snapped. 

Your response surprised her, but she made it clear in her squared shoulders and upturned chin she wasn’t backing down. 

“How? For a year, you were nothing more than a girl kept in the shadows. No better than a whore-“

“Jang-mi, enough!” 

Mino cut in and went to shield you. You stopped him with a hand to his shoulder and stepped around him. Mino could be your knight in shining armor any day - but not today. Today, you would do it for yourself. 

“Think what you want, but I will be what you can never be: the woman he loves.”

Your cheek erupted in flecks of pain that radiated along the side of your face. It was so intense, your eyes blurred with unshed tears. This time you didn’t stop Mino from stepping between the two of you. Their arguing words drowned out to the ringing in your ears. 

“You need to choose Mino: right here and now! Either me or her, and you better make the right choice.”

You knew her threat wasn’t empty. It was backed by outrage with need for you to be proven wrong. That she was the one that held his heart; not willing to admit to the fact she might never have to begin with. Tears were freely streaming down her cheeks now as she reached out to hold onto him. Mino’s guilt leaving him unable to look away from the tears she tried to claim were of anger, but really a reflection of her breaking heart. 

The small room erupted in silence, and it began to make doubt creep into your thoughts. There was always the off chance Mino could choose her, and that was something you couldn’t bear. With your cheek still burning and eyes roaming back and forth between the both of them you didn’t notice Mino moving to stand beside you. His hand moving out to gently take yours in his, while his eyes sadly took in the woman before him. 

“I’m sorry, Jang-mi for being a coward and not telling you sooner. I love you, but I’m not in love with you and...because of that I cannot marry you.”

If things had been different, you would’ve went to her. You were sure that you were the last person she would ever want to comfort her. Not when the two of you stood mockingly the day before her would-be wedding. You knew Mino didn’t want to leave her this way. That he would carry the guilt of what transpired here tonight, and maybe he should for now. No one should go without acknowledging their own wrongdoing in someone else’s pain. Before he could say anything to Jang-mi, however, a sudden knock came at the door.

“Mino, are you there?”

The sound of Mino’s father at the door immediately made him stiffen. The anxiety evident on his face, and here it was Jang-mi saw her opening to share her grief with someone new. 

“He's here with another woman!” 

“J-Jang-mi, is that you?” 

Mino’s father sounded perplexed and you couldn’t blame him. He probably wasn’t expecting to hear his future daughter-in-law yelling about another woman. A tight squeeze into your hand reminded you of Mino at your side. Throughout this whole moment, Mino remained calm and allowed Jang-mi to react how she felt, because he knew he’d given her one of the greatest forms of betrayal. But the quiet understanding he’d used to compose himself was now gone. Now he just looked plain pissed off.

“You have no right to bring him into this!” He snapped.

“He deserves to know the kind of man his son is,” Jang-mi retorted. Her disdain dripping off of every word. 

“Mino! Open this door! Is Jang-mi in there with you?”

“Oppa, everything is alright!”

“No everything is not!” 

Jang-mi screeched the last word high enough it made you wince. She moved forward and slammed an angry fist down on Mino’s chest. You moved to grab her, but Mino simply shook his head and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. 

“Jang-mi,” he began sadly, “this will not make your pain hurt any less.”

“No, you’re right. It won’t.” She moved her hands to rest on his arms and stayed there. Just for a moment. Her looking up at him, Mino staring back, and you feeling like the odd third wheel in what seemed like an intimate moment. Suddenly, her gentleness turned cold and her arms shoved his away and stepped back. “But if I can make you feel any ounce of humiliation that I feel, just for one second, then it’s worth it.”

The room swelled with tension of the unknown before Jang-mi opened her mouth wide and let out a scream. Her mascara running down in droplets that reminded you of the matchmaker in Mulan. For all the world she had passed her pain and went start to rage and called out the worst things. That you were assaulting her. That Mino has struck her. It was enough to send Mino’s father into a frenzy outside the door.

“Fuck this,” Mino growled. 

He reached out his hand and clasped it securely around yours. He didn’t wait to grab your coats or cellphones. Mino moved straight for the door not caring for the howling woman at your back and opened the door to startle his father, and a few gawking hotel guests. 

“Mino, what’s going on?”

Mino didn’t answer his father. He pushed past him and forced you to do the same. The Song elder finally noticing your presence and his confusion only aging him faster. 

“Mino. Stop!”

But he didn’t stop. He kept running you both down the hallway and to the stars. The sound of his father and others rushing to catch up to you. Mino was running down the stairs at a speed that forced you to jump two at a time to keep up. It should’ve been odd. Maybe embarrassing, to be seen bursting from the stairwell into a fancy lobby. Your abrupt entrance startling guests waiting and checking in. In truth, it caused you to laugh. 

It didn’t matter what strangers thought as you moved through the prestigious double doors with people from the bridal party giving chase. Not even seeming crazy that Mino, or you, had any idea where you were going to run too. You just kept running, hand in hand, until he finally spotted a bus a few yards ahead. 

The both of you started waving the driver down in hopes he would see you and wait. There was a brief moment your heart dropped when it seemed he was about to shut the doors, but noticed his annoyance at having to wait for you written plainly on his face. You silently wished him and his family a thousand blessings as your feet took the small steps loudly. Mino and you digging like crazy around in your pockets to find the exact change to put it. 

You both couldn’t present it fast enough when his family came tearing into view, causing Mino to take the wad of money and shove it towards the driver. 

“You can keep all of it if you’ll just shut the doors and take off now. Please.”

It didn’t seem the older man was going to comply. His wary eyes moving from the money to both of your sweaty figures gasping for air and damp clothes. You were almost about to step back off the bus when he motioned with his head for the two of you to sit down. You were ready to hug him, but didn’t want to push your luck. 

The both of you moved to sit at the far back of the bus. Mino taking the window seat and you curled up against him with your head resting on his shoulder. The two of you stayed silent for a long time. Neither of you commenting on his father and, maybe, the groomsmen or the brides’ family, slamming their hands against the door just before the driver merged into the Seoul traffic. 

You listened only to the sound of his heart beating. The way it began to ease into its natural rhythm after the storm passed. It’s what helped you sort out all the thoughts that raged for purpose inside your head. The main one being the only one you chose to speak out loud.

“What now?”

Mino let out a sigh as a lazy hand moved to stroke over your hair. He remained quiet a while longer before he spoke. 

“Now? Now we just live out our happily-ever-after.”

A snort of laughter left you as you looked out the window; not wanting to move less it caused him to stop playing with your hair. 

“Oh, is that all?” You teased.

“Forever is simple. It’s the in between of getting there that’s hard.”

“You saying I’m hard?” 

You looked up him and took in the wistful smile that danced behind almond eyes. His finger moving delicately to trace the outline of your face. 

“No, jagi . You are the part of getting to forever that makes it all worth it.”

He spoke the last of his words against your lips. His nose playfully kissing across yours, before he actually moved down to give you a kiss and as he did you couldn’t help but agree. Everything that led to this point had been hell and messy, but it was easy to breathe once again. Your world righted itself and begun to make sense and that, you knew, was because your forever was simple. Your forever was kissing you, and that was the magic of finding your happily-ever-after and never letting go.

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[ikonic-eve]

TENDAE

WARNING:

This story contains of some smut scenes also fluffy cliches. By the way, I'm sorry for the grammars though xo. Wish this story entertain enough to you, let me know if you like it.

Pairings: Bobby x Readers

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Hiks...Hikss.."

Bobby glanced over you, who just cried next to him while you watching the whole drama in front of you. Bobby rolled over his eyes, but his lip can't avoid to made a horizontal C by your behavior. He then gave tissue bag to you, so you take it to clean up your snot that flooding over your nose and lips. You slightly wiping your tears even it keeps coming down because you still feel hurt by the drama you have watched right now.

For ten minutes, you and him didn't talking anymore and the drama has ended happily. You wiped your tears, and sighed after feel relieved to saw the ending.

"Look how swollen your eyes right now,"said Bobby to you.

"I know right,"you answered. You sighed again, then hugged your legs and leaned your head on your knee. You closed your eye, still can't get over the feeling you catched from the drama you've watched.

You didn't realized how Bobby watching you right now. Exactly, he just adoring you even your face swollen and red because crying. He staring at you with his amazed gaze, didn't feel bored anymore to see your face. He feel something strange inside his stomatch while he looking at your red face, made him smile spontaneusly. Bobby really enjoyed himself while he seeing your face.

Then you just opened your eyes.

Both your eyes met and locked instantly, and you felt the beats of your heart increased. You didn't know what happened, but you just love to see his eyes that still looking at you. You really love his eyes, that always give the smile whenever you see them. So you keep looking back, let yourself flowed by his peace sight.

But suddenly Bobby just look away.

Bobby stretched his body and yawned afterwards. He took the remote control, and turn off the TV. "Did you feel hungry?"

You nodded. "I wanna ramyun."

Bobby raised his eyebrow. "We already had it on breakfast."

"I don't care,"you said. "I only just want it, because nothing I want to eat right now."

"I don't think the eggs still available there."

"How much you cooked it last time?"

"Mmm.. about four?"

You grinned, when you realized that you and him really such as starving human since morning. "We ate three ramyun.".

"You ate it alone around two."

You smacked his bicep that shown because he just wore white sleeveless t-shirt. "I didn't."

"You did,"tease Bobby. He grinned.

You rolled your eyes. "No. You the last one who ate it."

"I just cleaned the rest,"said Bobby and smirked. "And what I mean the rest is little."

"Shut up,"you said while you lazily standing and streching your arm. You take your unravelly hair and tying it to make a bun. "Come on, let's cook. I'll take the kimchi—"

"Y/N,"suddenly Bobby calling your name. He looked at you seriously. "Are you on your period right now?"

"What?"

You frowned didn't understand what Bobby means, untill your eyes bigger as Bobby pointed out your back with his chin. You instantly touch your butt, and you looked over backward to make sure what's happen.

And you see the kind of red stuff underneath.

"Shit,"you cursed again. You tried to close your back, feel little bit embarassed. "I need to take a bath."

"Yeah, you do,"Bobby look so casual, didn't awkward at all after saw your period. He leaned his back on the couch, yawning again. "Is your pad still available?"

"I don't know. I'll check it out later."

You shake your head and running toward your room to clean up yourself. You hurrily take your clothes off, then go shower yourself. While you just cleaned up your thigh that covered by blood of menstruation, you started to nagging. Oh, so that's why you just got very sensitive since yesterday and your stomatch feels not good either.

How could you forget your schedule actually, Y/N?

After you done, you went out with your towel wrapped your body from breast to thigh. You opened your drawer whereas you placed your stocks of period stuff. But nothing was there. You started to panick, think that you just out of stock.

"Bobby!"

You shouted his name for several times, and he answered gratefully. He opened the door and raised his eyebrow surprisedly. He looked at you that half naked. "Oh, I didn't know that you—"

"My tampon is gone."

"Here,"suddenly Bobby gave the paperbag he brought from outside. "I still don't know which one your favorite but I think you used this?"

You grabbed the paperbag, took out the pack of tampons that Bobby brought. "Oh, God. Blessed to have you here!"

Bobby smile and nodded his head. He then leave you, closed the door to give you some privacy. You feel relieved, because he bought this stuff without any mind initiatively. When you already with your clothes you went out of your room.

"Bobby?"

No one answered.

You walked to family room but nobody was there so you turn back to kitchen. When you came, you could see the back of Bobby's was facing you. You could see his hand was busy to stirred the thing in the pan on the stove. You smiled then pulled the chair near him.

"You really such as boyfriend material,"you praised.

Bobby looked at you, then smile to show his bunny teeth. "Of course I am, lucky you to have me."

You just rolled over your eyes, regretted a little bit after praised your best friend. You just watched him stirring the ramyun, standing independently with one hand on his waist.

"It must be sad to think that someday you're gonna cooked for someone else,"randomly you said your thought.

Bobby sniffed. "Here we go, the drama line."

You laughed little when you heard his sarcasm. "But I'm serious. Who's the lucky girl gonna be later?"

"It's you,"answered Bobby.

You laughed again. "I am, earlier."

Here is. You always avoid the things you know what exactly Bobby meant to. You never give him such a certain response, because you knew how kinda playboy and flirty Bobby is. And you keep the 'play-safe' role just to avoid things you don't want to ruin.

Or maybe you just love him too much that you don't want to lose him because the thing people called relationship or dating stuff.

"The cooking is done!"

Bobby turned his body with a pot on his hand, walking hurrily to the dinning table and placed the pot onto it. You could see the smoke flied freely, and the smell was coming to your nose. Your stomatch had growling when you smell the ramyun, and you quickly take two empty bowls and chopsticks. Bobby sat in front of you, watching you put the ramyun in busily.

"Thanks,"said Bobby when you placed the bowl that filled with ramyun to him. You nodded, and started to eat yours quickly.

"Hmm.. I'm so fuckin hungry,"said you, while you slurping the noodle happily.

After you two finished, you brought the dishes to the sink. You put the plastic glove on your hand, and started to washing. Bobby opened the fridge to take cold mineral water, and poured it to his glass. He then gulped it down, and put the glass to the sink.

"You shouldn't washing right now. Your stomatch must be hurt right now."

You chuckled while you washing the last chopstick. "I'm just on period, not broke my hand, Bobby."

Bobby sighed. "Whatever, but I don't wanna hear any complains after this like everything suck like—"

"Ssshhh, shut up,"you cut his world and laughing because the fact Bobby spitted out is true. Bobby really know how bitchy and also cringey you are when you on period. You took the glove and then sighed happily. "Finally!"

Suddenly you grinned, when the cramp fulfilling your stomatch and your thigh. You touch your stomatch, and moaned. Bobby sighed, knew what happen right now. "I told you."

Before you replied him, Bobby suddenly held you and carried you in bridal-style. "Bobby!"

You just surprised by the way his act, but you hanging your hand on his neck just to make sure you're not gotta fallen. Bobby walked over to the room, close the door, and put you in the bed. You smiled, without let your hand over his neck. "Move."

You shaked your head, grab him tightly so he lost his balance and fell on you. "Y/N—"

You just laughing to see how funny his panicked face right now. Bobby then rolled over so he lying next to you. He then give you the death-glare. "You really—"

"Argh!"

You screamed when you feel the fingers tickling your stomatch, making you laughing so hard. You flinched, move in laughing, tried to hit Bobby. "Stop it! HAHAHAHAHAH! Stop! I'm dying! I'm gonna dying!"

Bobby still tickling you, made you almost die so then you tried to tickling him back but failed. "NO! I GIVE UP! 119 PLEASE!"

Bobby laughing after heard you said that, then he stopped his acted. You two are run of breath, lying calmly. Then you move your head to see him, and you smile.

"It's scared to see you smiled like this when you on period,"said Bobby. "What?"

"Nothing,"then you lied side to face him. You placed your head on his shoulder. You could smell his typical masculine scent upon his skin. It doesn't feel awkward literally yet you feel peace. Then you closed your eyes, calming your soul by his existence. You placed your hand over his chest, feel the hearbeat of his.

"It's beating,"you mumbled randomly.

"Is yours not?"asked Bobby. You chuckled with no reason, don't know why everything so funny right now.

"If the girls know what are we doing right now in my room, they must be mad at me."

"I don't care,"said Bobby shortly. "I think they must know."

"Yeah, if you wanna your best friend die on their hands."

"Haha, no way,"said Bobby as he rolled to you. Now your face was on his chest, you felt his hand on your waist gently. His chain on your head, that he could smell your favorite shampoo. Or maybe his favorite scent of your hair. "Nobody could touch my princess, nobody allowed."

You pinched his hip, make him moaning in awe because it's painful. "It's hurt, Y/N."

You giggled, moved backward so now his position is behind you. You yawning, feel sleepy because you full by the ramyun you ate. You started to close your eyes again, bend your leg to lessed the pain of your stomatch.

"Is it hurt?"

"It's almost hundred time you ask the same question actually."

Bobby called your name with his low voice, made you feel strange but happy at the same time. "I know this is random, but doesn't it strange to have it in yours when you on period?"

"What do you mean by 'it'?"

"Tampon."

"For the first time I used that, I feel like I'm gonna die. It's strange to have a thing in my body for 24 hours. It's stressed me out."

"Why don't you just use pad?"

"It's more frustating. It's harder for me to cleaned it after I used. As I tried tampon, I found it's more efficient for me."

"I don't know why but I regretted to asked you this. I shouldn't know that,"said Bobby, sighed on your head. You lifted your head, look at Bobby under his chin.

"Are you disgusted?"

"No, I'm not. I just can't imagine how hurt it is, but I can't do nothing about it to endure your pain."

"Bobby,"you turn your head so you could see his face in few centimeters. "Why don't you get me pregnant?"

"What?"

You smirked. You really love to tease him, because it's funny to see how surprised he is everytime you said the things like this. "I'm so done to feel this hurt once a month."

His hand was on your waist, then petting your stomatch gently so you feel a little bit good. You feel there is something flying in your stomatch, not sure it caused by cramp or not. You never understand what happen to yourself, or even know what kind of friendship you two had.

Bobby smiled softly while his hand busy petting your stomatch, try to endured the pain you had. Bobby really love this position, because he feel like you already his. He already know what the feeling he had back then but he never try to step forward or make it clear. He just scared that you're gonna rejected him, and you leave him after that.

Someone ever said, you could never being friend forever to opponent sex.

Maybe that's right.

Even Bobby never trying to said his feeling because he really know what are you thinking about him. You always said him such as playboy even fuckboy because Bobby always surrounded by the girls. Bobby really famous when it comes to the girls and there is many girls he dating for. But never long lasting, it always end up when the relationship just 2 days age. Or a week.

So Bobby keep it safe.

Being your best friend. Thanks to destiny that make you and Bobby being friend since childhood because you two are neighbourhood.

"What are we?"

Bobby always asking that question to you, everytime both of you spend the time together like this.

"What's more than best friend?"

You always clearly showed the line, to give him some realization. You and him always do the couple stuff together like cuddle, hugging, etc. But you don't want to involve feelings here because you scared to get hurt by him. So you dcided to being such denial.

"Bobby,"you called him, to make sure he's not sleeping yet. "Is Jennie birthday on sunday?"

"Yes,"replied Bobby, still petting your stomatch. "It's on X ballroom hotel."

"I heard you're gonna perform there?"

"How do you know?"

"Chanwoo said to me earlier,"you grinned.

"That's bastard,"said Bobby. You laughing as you heard him cursed.

"I'll coming."

"Are you serious? You told me before that you don't want to come."

"I will,"you said.

"You can listen my voice on live here, don't need a price to hear it like people do."

"I want to congratulate Jennie, not to see you."

"You mad?"

"No,"you replied him, bothered. "Shut up."

"You do mad."

"I'll kick you if you said that again."

Bobby chuckled again and hug you tightly. You can't breathe by his tight hug, but then Bobby let it go. Bobby still hug you but not tightly yet comfortably. "I'll be here because you sure need something to get on."

"I've been waiting for almost forever to hear you said that. I want ice cream, dude."

"Ten minutes,"then he put his head on yours and you smile so big.

You knew it's sound ridiculous when you and him do this stuff like a couple always do. But here is the concrete proof, you and him lying together on the bed like it was not a big thing. You still not understand if he really loves you or not, so you never asking about it to the point with him. You enjoy the moment with him without questioning, because you scared to be hurt by the fact you don't want to hear.

So you let it keep flowed. You feel grateful at least have the chance to being his best friend, that always be there everytime he needs something. You feel this position enough already, to suport him more and more. Like today, you decided to come to party where your friend is celebrating her birthday in the famous hotel.

""Jennie!"You hugged your friend, touch her back. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you,"said Jennie to you. "Are come here with Bobby?"

You nodded then shrugged your shoulder. "He forced to go along so."

Jennie smile. "I'm still envy to see you have a friend like him, you know."

"What's up!"

"Lisa!"

You and Jennie suddenly cheered up as someone join the conversation. You guys hugged enthusiastically, then took the drink to enjoy the birthday party. You guys looked so pretty in your outfit, shining that make attention to everyone that passed of you. They give you some stare because how interesting your gang right now.

You did not know while you just laughing and smile cheerily someone is watching you from afar, just to make sure you safe. His eyes following where you go, even though his body definitely still in the same spot with his gang that laugh and dumbing each other.

"Tell me who's the girl with Jennie and Rose?"

"Oh-ho, Mino. You want to close with her?"Suddenly Jinhwan laughing when he heard Mino said that.

"Yeah, do you guys know her?"

"You can ask to Bobby,"said Yunhyeong then he look over Bobby that drink calmly while his eye still watching you. "Also you can ask the permission."

Mino raised his eyebrow did not understand what does Yunhyeong meant. So he mocked Bobby. "Do you know her?"

Bobby turned his head to see his hyung. He did not realize his friends just hold their laughter to heard the conversation about. They watching Bobby expression when Mino asked that. "Oh, yeah."

"Can you...?"

"No,"suddenly Bobby said that with smile that show his big teeth. "She's such a breakdown. You're gonna regret it."

Hanbin and Yunhyeong laughing so hard when they heard Bobby said that. The guys already know what kind of Bobby response is if his friends keep asking him to make them close with you. They just love to teasing Bobby.

Bobby doesn't care as everyone keep calling and labelling him as a playboy wannabe in the school. Neither he doesn't give any damn as everyone keep spread the facts how many girls he slept to in school corridor. He just fine with the bad reputation he had.

But it's different when it comes to you.

Nobody would ever dare to touch you even a little bit from your hair since they know who are you for Bobby. Bobby really act different as someone tried to hurt you even bullied you because you really close to him. He ever broke up with the most popular girl in the school after he saw what the girl done to you in the school toilet.

You still remember how scarier Bobby face was, even though he didn't do something rude to the girl but he only look at her with cold gaze. Bobby holding your wet hands by the water they threw up to your body, his grip just too strong because he tried to handle his emotion.

Everyone held their breathe as they saw the girl caught off guard bullied you in the toilet, and Bobby came in with the anger expression you never had. Bobby didn't yelled or slapped his girlfriend. He only came to you, grabbed your hand then he look at the girl.

"Bobby, are you kidding me? Y/N just—"

"We're done."

Bobby cut fhe word coldly, make the girl shocked with mouth widely opened. The girl try to laugh awkwardly. "You must be kidding! We already dating for six months how could you do this do me? Bobby, listen—"

But when he was done, then he really mean it. Bobby take your hand and walk away past her without say anything. You just did not expected Bobby would broke up with the girl he was dating for long time in the first time. Also you feel respected for how gentleman he is, by not doing something rude physically to the girl. Bobby exactly respected women like a gentleman do eventhough he was a playboy though.

"Oh, my God. Isn't it Bobby on the stage right there?"

Suddenly the girls beside you become so loud, pointing the direction. You and your girls friend stop chatting, turn their head to see what the people mean about. As you can see, suddenly the area of surrounded stage just crowded by the girls who crushing over Bobby. They waiting impatiently, screaming enthusiastically to watch their crush singing.

When the instrument start to play, Bobby smiling while he touch the microphone on him. Everyone cheer up when he give a greeting. He smile widely, his bunny teeth showed while he does. "I'm gonna sing the song that I wrote by my own. You guys must be like it because it's first time I sing in public."

"He wrote song?"Lisa looking at you and shake her head proudy. "He really something."

You admit it in your heart, without say it loud to your girl friends. Bobby really different. Genius. Amazing. Bobby look so handsome over there, with black pushed-back hair that exposed his forehead and a piercing on his left corner eyebrow. He even look so flawless with his dark outfit, make him more attractive like he was superstar.

Come on baby, be my instrument tonight

Your line flows down between my fingers

Suddenly, you startled when you hear his husky voice start filled the room. You lifted your head to see him smile confidently, singing in low rhytm that really different from his usual singing style.

I wanna fall into your alluring eyes. I wanna kiss and hug u all night. I wanna smell your scent.

Cozily, just us two; riverview and red wine

Let me be your fireworks all night, paradise in your arms

Bobby sang it dedicatedly for someone. While he had singing the song, his eyes kept looking over the crowd. Trying to find the girl he is writing song for. He really wish the girl he is singing to listen what he is saying through his song. He want you to know how his feeling.

This is your song baby, I wrote it for you baby, I hope it reaches your ears; I pray.

The song reallly did came to your ears, and it made you frozen because you just don't know how to react to this song. You started to feel like this song made by Bobby's feeling for somone. You just standing there, watching how Bobby sing it sweetly, and you feel something flying in your stomatch.

"Let your emotions explode!"

Everyone screaming happily as Bobby scream the chorus, make the party more brightening. Finally Bobby found you in the middle of crowd, standing and looking at him intensely. Bobby can't keep his smile when he knew that you really watching him there.

Light my fuse

Just stay by my side

Close your eyes and come into my arms

Bobby closed his eye while he repeating the chorus, the moments he had with you playing back in his head unstoppable. He still remember how smooth your skin on his fingertips, how soft and good scent your hair is, how warm your hug and how bright his day because your smile. He just can't hold it any longer. He desperately want you so bad but he doesn't want to push you to accept his feeling.

You just same. You standing there with no reaction as your friends did because you have enchanted to see him looked so desperately in love. You just scared your feeling, still denial and didn't allowed your thought to think that this song is for you. You just start to think, and guessing who is the girl gonna Bobby write the song for.

Is it his exes? Or maybe he just getting with someone else right now?

I wanna see you from closer when our lips touch

Wrap your arms around my neck

Let’s swim as we become one

If it's for someone else but why are you thinking the memories you had been with him back then? You laughing yourself in your heart, feel embarassed to think that your playboy best friend do love you like you do. Impossible.

Bobby almost finished his song. The instrument still keep playing, so he take the mic closer to his mouth. He staring you from afar, and his lips start to open.

"A lot of girls might be thinking this song is about them,"he said.

Your eyes meet his when he said that, and you felt your heart suddenly stop beating like its forget how to do the job. But you can't move away your gaze to him, and he still looking at you seriously. "But let's not get confused. This song is for you, best I ever had."

Then he smiled widely, and the crowd cheering so loud. You still there, watching him go down stage and everyone go after him.

"Does he looked at you?"Rose touch your shoulder and she shaked her head disbelief.

"Y/N, he is so fuckin in love with you,"said Lisa.

"I can tell."Agreed Jennie.

You laughing awkwardly, trying to clear up your mind. "I don't think he was looked at me. There is many people here. It's not me."

"Ah, come on, denial girl,"said Lisa while she shake her short hair. "Why you always being ignorant to him?"

"Excuse me,"suddenly Mino appeared next to you. You and your friends look at him directly. You nodded. "Are you from YG School like Jennie?"

"Yes, I am,"you nodded.

"Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Mino, Jennie's cousin."

You give a polite smile and accept his handshake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you too."

"You look so flawless here, and I think I have interest to you. How to get your contact?"

"Oppa, don't you dare to my friend,"Jennie hit Mino slowly. Mino grinned to his cousin, ignored her. Then he grabbed your hand, took the pen from his pocket jacket and started writing something on your palm quickly. In few seconds, you saw a line of number.

"Call me, baby girl?"

You smiled as you see him wink and leave you after give you a kiss on your backhand. Rose and Lisa started to teasing you while Jennie keep cursing his cousin. "So..."

"Do you want to get close with him?"

"Don't let him, Y/N. He such an alligator."

"His vibe remind me of Bobby too,"added Rose.

You shrugged your shoulder. "I don't know. Why don't we get a drink?"

"Y/N, it's twelve. Let's go home."

You turned your head as you heard the familiar voice, saw Bobby behind you. You raised your eyebrow, suddenly you felt your face getting red when you see his eyes with no reason.

"Ah, so sad our time is over, Y/N. See you then,"teased Jennie, smirked when she saw Bobby.

You rolled your eyes when you got teased, while Bobby smile attractively to your friends. Rose and Lisa give a high five to Bobby, give him a warm greet. After congratulated and hugged Jennie, both of you quitted the party. You two walking together left the hotel, with his jacket over your small body.

"Honestly I'm surprised you made it on your own."

Suddenly you broke the cold vibes that wrapped both of you. You watched Bobby walked slowly to balancing your step, yet he didn't said anything.

"Did you gave your number to Mino?"

You raised your eyebrow, realized that Bobby saw it. You smirked, trying to teased him. "Is it problem to gave him my number?"

Bobby looked at you seriously. "He such an playboy, you know."

You laughed. "Then what are you worried about? I've been spent my life with a playboy next to me since I was child. I'm immune already, that thing won't affected me at all."

Bobby chuckled, while watching you started to tied your hair down with the hair-tie you had in. You didn't now realize how bright Bobby's eye while he watched you do the stuff, adoring you like you are the prettiest angel being. Then you looked at Bobby, caught him off-guard watched you.

You two already came in your front house. Bobby came closer to you, that you can smell his perfume. You lifted your head because his height, then he staring at you deeply. So deep that you can't move your body and your eye either. Bobby touched and lifted your chin, then he getting close to you. It's only a few centimeters untill your lips meet, but then you move your head.

"Good night, Bobby,"you whispered suddenly.

You moved far from him, leave him just to avoid him. You just can't let him see how red your face right now and how nervous you are unconditionally. You just want to—

But in the second, you already on his hug and your lip was on his.

You frozen, even did not close your eyes while your lips tied up by his lips and tongue. You could feel how gently his tongue moved inside your mouth, that make your stomatch filled with butterflies.

So good.

Then you closed your eyes, got flowed by his kissing. You could feel his hand pushed your back so you can get closer to him while the other hand push your neck so he can go intense with your lips. You startled when his tongue played over your tongue, tied it down till you lost your breath. You lost your breath, when he let go your lip as he know you need oxygen. He leaned his forehead to yours, his hand cupped your cheek to look at him. Your eyes met his again, and you could feel how warm Bobby's breath on your face.

Bobby touched your nose with his nose. You and him sharing the oxygen, give some strange feeling about how close both your face right now. You felt how warm Bobby's hand on your blushing cheek right now, and how deep Bobby's eye right now.

Before you said anything, Bobby placed his head on your shoulder. You felt ticklish by the way Bobby's breath upon your neck, so warm that give you some goosebumps. Also his hair tip touch your cheek softly that you can smell his hair scent familiarly.

"Y/N,"he called your name so soft almost like he whispered.

You realized how tense your shoulder right now by his acted. You gulped your saliva, trying to calm your feeling right now. You tried to touch Bobby's hair even it's shaking because feel nervous after kissing. Then Bobby lifted his head. He staring at you desperately, but didn't said anything. He just bited his tongue, trying to hold his words after his feeling. You still looked at him, then tried to smile like nothing's happen.

"Go home, your aunty must be at home."

Bobby suddenly smile at you, peacefully. He then pat your head softly, then turn back. You watched him cross the street, open the gate. You two staring from metres away, waving goodbye then come in to your own home. You didn't realize your hair-tie had moved to his wrist, since he was kissed you before. While you two close your own door, both of you just can't handle your smile. Without any reason, you feel your cheek hotter than usual. It must be red right now.

Now you two can't denied it was not only a 'friends' thing you used to do.

It's something special, that you two know what's the thing called about. You can also hear it in the silences.

You're in love.

—To Be Continued—

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Hierarchy

Genre: Smmmmmuuuuuuuuuuutt 18+

Characters: Song Mino, Lee Seunghoon, Reader

Summary: Ya man Mino invites his friend to hang out in the back seat of his truck with the two of you ;) Thats all I’m gonna say. 

A/N: I haven’t posted any writing in forever! But if you couldn’t tell Winner is my ult group and I just don’t think there is enough Winner Smut so expect more. I don’t know when, but expect it. Feed back is appreciated, and  I think I will take requests if anyone actually wants to! :)

Mino smiled into your lips when you let out a moan. His hands lodged themselves into your jeans as Seunghoon's played under your shirt, squeezing into you from behind. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as the two boys started undressing you. Mino left your mouth for a split second to pull your shirt over your head. It was a little cramped, since the three of you crowded into the back seat of Mino's truck, but that just made it more fun.

Mino took a break from kissing you again to take off his shirt, giving Seunghoon the signal that he could do the same. He was clearly in charge, no one could have mistook that.

He dominated you, and controlled Seunghoon who was at the bottom of the hierarchy in the back seat. Seunghoon was simply an additional toy that Mino allowed you every once in a while. He rotated Seunghoon with his 2 other friends, Seungyoon and Jinwoo so you wouldn't get attached to any one of them, at least sexually. You didn't ask for it, but you certainly didn't mind. You'd been submissive to him every time, except the first time, so having some control didn't every now and then was a treat. Especially when his friends were as hot as they were.

Seunghoon's mouth made its way onto your bare neck and shoulders, showering you with kisses. As soon as he started to suck, you pulled your head away.

"Nuh-uh Hoony," you clucked disapprovingly at today's toy. "You know you can't do that." You began giving him some more attention, turning around and pushing yourself onto his lap. As your weight moved onto his, he heated up. While moving your hair to one side of your face, you pushed yourself further up his lap until your torso was pressing into his. Looking down into his eyes, you said "You're not gonna do that again right?"

"N-no ma'am." You smiled. Ma'am. How nice. He earned himself a body roll from you, which got a moan out from him. You smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt as Mino started fiddling with the hooks on your bra. Now he was kissing you, marking you just like Seunghoon was moments ago.

You winced as your bra flew over your head. Seunghoon licked his lips at the sight of your tits bouncing from the sudden release. You were rubbing your hands up and down Seunghoon's chest and abs when Mino lifted your waist from his lap. Both you and Hoony whined from the missing contact. But Seunghoon got over it when Mino started taking off your thong, exposing your full, naked body.

"Damn." Seunghoon marveled at you. Mino allowed you to lower back down onto your toy's lap. You pushed your breasts into Seunghoon's face.

"You like me like this Hoony?" You palmed his straining erection. His words were muffled in your tits, but you assumed it was a yes. You guided his hands up to cup your breasts, and continued teasing his dick.  

A breeze reached your neck as Mino gently took all of your hair into his hand. He swiped the scrunchie off of your wrist and put it into a pony tail. Well this is new, you thought.

At this point, you were sick of being to only naked one. Your toy, at least, should be in the same state as you. You removed yourself from his lap.

"Strip," you commanded him. He started removing his unbuttoned shirt, slowly, just how you liked it. Your mouth watered as you took in his arms, his shoulders. Just as his hands reached the hem of his jeans, something grabbed your pony tail and brought your back to the leather of the seat. You were still on your knees, legs spread open leaving your pussy on display for your toy. You looked straight up at your boyfriend who was looming over you, smirking at the shocked look on your face.

"Forget about me princess?" He cocked his head to the side, giving you a fake pout.

"No sir! I'm sor-" He slammed his lips onto yours. Not wasting any time as his tongue entered your mouth, he immediately established his dominance.

"Your mine, don't forget that." He mumbled into your mouth. He continued kissing you from above you. The position was odd, but it felt exhilarating, new. His fist was still wrapped around your hair when you felt his strong hand start groping your naked breasts.

Meanwhile, Seunghoon had stripped himself for you, and he wanted a little bit of attention. Deciding to be a little risky, Seunghoon joined in on the action on your top half. Leaning his body over you since he was on the other end. You gasped as you felt his hard member on your leg and his mouth on your skin. Mino pulled himself away from your mouth to finally start undressing, so you gave all of your attention to your naked toy. He laid wet, hungry kisses on your stomach as he grabbed at your flesh. This one's always touch to control. You wrapped your fingers through his hair and yanked his face up with your body as you propped yourself onto your elbows.

"Hoony, you really don’t listen do you?" He gave you a devious smile.

"Teach me a lesson." His smirk was cocky. That would not do. You pushed him so his back leaned on the car door and smiled.

"Oh, you're gonna regret that." You got on your hands and knees and started crawling toward your naughty pet. He stared, unable to comprehend how sexy you were. You leaned your body forward and took his lower lip between your teeth, making eye contact all the way through. Your hands glided up his naked, thick thighs, always stopping right where he needed your hands the most.

Behind you, a shirtless Mino watched. He loved seeing this other side of you. It made him feel so good that he could tame you the way he did. Your ass and pussy were on full display for him, so gave it a quick pat as you teased his friend.

"Y/N, please…" Seunghoon was begging for your touch. His hands reached for your pussy and began rubbing circles around your clit. A loud, surprised moan escaped your lips. You slapped his hand away from your sex.

"You really didn't learn your lesson?" You reached down for your shirt that was on the floor of the backseat.

"What're you doing?" You grabbed his wrists and used the cloth to tie up his wrists above his head.

"Maybe now you'll behave." You moved your mouth to his thighs, kissing his legs and traveling up until you reached his groin. He whimpered, needing you to take care of his boner. You moved down to his other leg, repeating the process, slowly.

Mino ascended to his knees now and placed his grip on your hips. You pushed your ass up to acknowledge his touch, and he gave it a harsh slap in response. His nails lightly scratched your curves, sending a tingling feeling through your entire body. You lifted your head from Seunghoon's legs for a second, reveling in the feeling of Mino touching your body. You were feeling a bit more generous, so when your mouth returned to Seunghoon's crotch, you laid a small kiss on the tip of his dick. He bit his lip, too nervous that you'd stop if he said anything. His hands were still above his head, so he just watched as you started giving his cock kitten licks.

Mino was grabbing your ass in his hands, growling behind you. He'd taken off his pants now, and was left in just his boxers. One of his hands made its way up to your tits, making him push his dick against your crotch. A moan traveled from your mouth onto the tip of Seunghoon’s dick. He trembled at the sound. Mino rubbed himself against you, teasing you now. But you maintained your focus of Seunghoon. The poor boy was sweating so much underneath you.

“Hoony, you look so big in my hand,” you said, grabbing his member.

“Thank you, ma’am.” You smiled, he knew who was in charge.

“Such a respectful boy,” you smiled at him. “I think you deserve a reward.” You lowered your mouth back to his cock, moving your hand up and down his shaft.

“Not so fast baby girl,” Mino growled behind you. You were about to put Seunghoon’s dick into your mouth when a hand left your breasts and wrapped itself in your pony tail. You yelped as you were yanked upwards, back pressing against Mino’s torso. His teeth nipped at your ear. Seunghoon groaned in front of you.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy the show,” Mino replied to his friend’s protest. His hands roamed the front of your body as he began marking you. His hand aimed for your pussy. You gasped as he inserted two fingers into your entrance. The lack of warning and preparation shocking you just as much as the stretch.

Seunghoon’s dick was coated with pre-cum, and you so badly wanted to lick it off. You tried to bend down to do so, but Mino tightened his grip on your hair.

“Princess, you’re gonna have to wait to do that,” Mino growled, now pumping in and out of your sex. Hoon watched you. His lips watered and you did your best to maintain eye contact with your toy.

This task proved difficult once Mino finally let go of your hair, concluding that you’d learnt your place. His free hand now traveled your body, pulling at your nipples one by one. Your moans indicated your pleasure, and caused his. He groaned into your neck, now sucking at it again. Once he felt your tits had enough attention, he brought full attention to your wet cunt. Adding a third finger to the mix, he also started rubbing slow circles on your clit.

“Sir,” you moaned. You needed him badly now. “Please…”

“Please what?”  His voice was low and lustful.

“Please fuck me, sir,” you begged. Mino was right: Seunghoon was, indeed, enjoying the show. The two men let smirks bleed through, but you only saw Mino’s.

His fingers stopped moving in and on you. He removed himself harshly and pushed you onto your stomach, head buried in Seunghoon’s thighs. He lifted your hips up to his. Rubbing his cock against your pussy, he mocked “Please fuck me?” He chuckled. “You can beg for me better than that Princess.” You were shivering under the friction he was causing. You heard Hoon let out a chuckle, so you slapped his thighs, hard, to remind him who was in charge. You kept your chin buried in his legs, but looked up at him, warning him. Immediately, his face straightened.

All of a sudden, there was no more friction at your core. You whined and started to push yourself up, about to complain. You looked at your boyfriend, stroking his dick behind you. He looked at your, your heaving body and your desperate face. It turned him on. But, he wanted you to wait.

“Finish with Hoon, then we’ll see how badly you want me. Nowhere but your mouth.” Mino leaned back on the door.

You were pissed, but knew better than to complain. Plus, your toy needed to be played with.  You re-centered yourself above him, eagerly looking at his erection. Gripping his thighs, you wasted no time lowering your mouth onto his cock.

You started by wrapping your lips around the tip, swiping your tongue around the head. You pumped his shaft while looking up at him. Slowly, you began to lower your head. You licked all the way down him, following the prominent vein that ran down his length. His breathing hitched and he let out a few moans. You looked up again, he was struggling to keep himself from touching you. He wanted to thrust up into your mouth, to pull your hair, to do everything Mino would do to you, but all he could do was watch. You could tell.

“You won’t cum till I tell you right Hoony?” You wrapped your mouth around his length, pulling in your breath. He balled his fists, doing his best to hold on.

Immersed in sucking off Seunghoon, you didn’t even notice that Mino had shed his boxers and positioned himself behind you. Without warning, once again, he slammed himself into you. You squealed on to Seunghoon’s dick, accidentally falling forward from the force.

“Oh, princess you’re so tight,” Mino rumbled from behind you. You did your best to focus on the dick in your mouth, but it proved difficult. He stayed still for a minute, allowing you to adjust. Once you felt comfortable, you pushed your hips back, indicating that you were ready.

Turns out, you were not.

Mino completely removed himself from you, intentfully thrusting into you even harder than before. He hit your G-spot in one go, and you moaned. The vibrations made Hoon’s dick twitch. You wanted to return to focusing on him, but Mino wanted him to wait a bit. He slapped your ass and then grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you backwards onto him. With a pop, your mouth left Hoon, but you continued to jerk him off, squeezing lightly as you went up and down his shaft.

Mino moved you up and down his member, letting out grunts as he thrusted. He filled you up each time, hitting your spot. Moans left your mouth as your stomach began to tighten.

“Are you close princess?” He pinched your clit.

“Fuck, I-I’m close sir,” you could hardly speak.

“Why aren’t you sucking of Hoon?” He marked your rear again. You didn’t know what to say. Maybe because he made it impossible? But of course, you couldn’t be that rude or he probably wouldn’t let you cum.

“I,” you started, hoping something would just flow out of your mouth, “I’m sorry.” That was all you could muster while he was still plowing into you from behind. He pinched you again after your reply, this time not letting go.

“You’re sorry? You disobeyed me. Finish him off, and don’t cum unless I tell you too.” Honestly, you’d been holding on so he could cum first, but you didn’t think you could last much longer. He hit you spot each time he thrust into you, and everything he said turned you on.

But, you persevered. You needed Seunghoon to cum, and cum he would.

“Cum for me Seunghoon.” Licking up and down his shaft first, you swallowed him whole, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You used your hands to rub his thighs and lightly squeeze his balls. You hollowed your cheeks and began to bob your head up and down his length. It took everything in him to buck his hips up.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Mino said, still fucking you from behind. “Isn’t she good at that Hoon?” He left another mark on your ass, harder than the others.

“Yeah, ah-shit. She is.” You felt his dick twitch, but this time you kept going. His breath became heavy and you moved faster. It was only a few seconds until you felt his seed enter your throat, leaving him groaning underneath you. Coming off of him, you didn’t swallow all the way. You moved to his mouth and kissed him roughly, making him taste himself on your tongue.

In the middle of your make out, Mino yanked you back, by the hair this time, and started to pound into you with no mercy. He wrapped his fingers around your neck, holding your body close to his. You looked at Seunghoon, sitting there, embracing the feeling after his orgasm. You licked your lips, and he smiled at you.

“Thank you ma’am,” he said, making you grin. Mino noticed the interaction, and his thoughts on it became clear when your air supply cut off just a bit more, and a hand came down on your clit. You screamed once he began spanking your center, the pain mixing with pleasure you were now feeling.

“Remember, you cum when I tell you too,” he growled into your ear. You couldn’t hold on any longer. Your thighs shook and tears were forming in your eyes. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was so strong, you thought you would give out right there. Your walls were tightening around Mino’s cock, and just when you thought you couldn’t hold it any more, a grunt escaped Mino’s lips. “Now, princess.” He pushed you back down, steadying you by grabbing your tied-up hair. He changed his angle, which hit new and unreached spots at an unprecedented speed. “Let go.”

You moaned his name and a string of curse words as the two of you climaxed at the same time. Your back arched upwards as the warm feeling took over your body. You came all over him your juices coating his member, and he released inside you.

Once your orgasm had passed, he pulled out of you and brought his still hard erection to your mouth. “Open up,” he commanded, slapping your cheek with it. You gladly opened your mouth for him, licking up the mess left on his dick. You could taste the mix of your two flavors, and it made you happy. He shoved himself into you, all the way to the back of your throat, surprising you. You gagged since he went in at a different angle than you were used to, causing him to chuckle. He released the remained of his load into your mouth.

“Just making sure you only taste me, princess,” he smirked. Seunghoon looked down, feeling a little guilty as Mino pushed himself further into your mouth, your lips against his lower stomach. You looked at him with big, pleading eyes. Sure you’d messed up a little, but it was all just fun. You didn’t feel anything for Seunghoon, or any of your other toys. Mino knew that. Once he had unloaded completely, he removed himself from your mouth, pulling your head back to make sure you swallowed everything.

You slumped back, tired from all the activity that had just gone on in the back of his car. Mino and Seunghoon got dressed when you took a moment to close your eyes. Mino snatched your panties off the ground and put them in his pocket, also grabbing your other clothes off the ground and throwing them at you. He was a little pissed, from what you could tell. But you also knew that everything would be fine. He and Seunghoon moved back to the front seats, and Mino started driving again.

“Are we going to be late?” Seunghoon asked.

“No we’re only five minutes away from the church.”

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He pressed me up against the wall, a slight breeze passes between us chilling me a little. He smiles at me softly, eyes holding so many emotions I could hardly keep up. The one I saw most was guilt. I wonder why that would be the emotion I see in his eyes as he leans into me. 

His lips lay claim to mine softly at first but I couldn’t help myself I had to have all of him one time. Gripping his jacket and pulling him closer to me I lose myself in the essence of him. He tastes of the alcohol and lolli he had earlier, sweet and bitter, but I loved it. His hands come up to caress my waist and hips. They move all over my body unable to find just one place to hold. I moan when his thumb skims over my breast. He misses nothing and smiles into our kiss. I set aside all shame pulling him even closer. He takes the hint and presses his body fully against mine, his leg finds its way in between mine and I can’t help myself but to rub against it wantonly. The friction of denim against denim on my core feels heavenly but is nowhere near enough to satisfy me. One hand slips under his shirt over his taut stomach and lightly scratch at his chest. I need to feel closer to him. He holds my head in both his hands and deepens our connection. His tongue branding and shaping the inside of my mouth. I try my best to keep pace with him but find it pointless, when he wants something he gets it and right now he wants my submission. 

He pulls away from me before I am ready but only to slip my shirt over my head and begin placing wet kisses over my chest. My breath escapes me in a long hot stream. The night air is cool but that doesn’t seem to bother him. He continues licking and sucking at my breasts being sure to show both equal attention and love, I am sure there will be marks when I check in the morning. He drops lower unbuttoning my shorts and tugging them down my legs. I gasp as his mouth attaches to my clothed core. I know I am soaked already for him and it makes him chuckle causing vibrations to make my knees lock his head between them. 

As he slowly eats me out I can’t help but moan his name out loud. There is no one in this alleyway to hear us so I don’t try to keep quiet. I find myself riding his face and pulling him closer to me by his hair. My body alight with pleasure. The cool metal of his lip ring touches me every so often. It all becomes too much for me and I find myself pulling him up and claiming his lips again as I beg him to take me. My hands fumble at his belt like a starved animal desperate for its next meal. Once the offensive fabrics are lowered I clutch him in my hands, giving him a few strokes before I guide him into where I need him most.

The feeling of being wholly filled was satisfying. The almost painful way he stretched me out brought tears to my eyes. His soft grunts of pleasure in my ear turning me on even more than I already was. He hefts my legs up around his waist slamming me into the wall and bottoming out inside me. I choked as he began to move in me the same time. His slow pace becoming to much for me, making me claw at his jacket, neck, anything I can get my hands on. His strokes made sure I would remember only him. His grunts of exertion became my new favourite sound track. Biting into his neck I cry out with every deep thrust against the spot inside me that makes my toes curl. His hands brace against the wall as he increases his speed. I can do nothing but hold onto him like my life depends on it. 

He cums inside me on a heavy grunt and I savour the feeling of him releasing in me. His breathing heavy is all I hear as we come down from our highs. Slipping out of me he slides his fingers into me pushing his essence back inside me and finger fucking me to completion. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my body goes weak as I cum around his fingers.

He tells me to not let any of it slip out as he slides my panties and shorts back up my trembling legs. I try my best to do as he says as he pulls me out of the alley way and into his car. We drive to his apartment. The entire time I have my legs pressed together tightly but I can feel our mix of juices slowly dripping out of me. He places a hand on my thigh and my core pulses causing more to fall out, I am sure I have soaked through my panties and into my shorts now. The way he rubs circles on the inside of my thigh tells me he isn’t done with me and I try to mentally prepare myself for the rest of the night.

When we reach his place he wastes no time ridding me of my clothes. As he slides my panties down my legs again a string of cum follows. He calls me disobedient and tosses me on the bed then crawls over me. A look of pure predation in his eyes. I am scared momentarily then he kisses me with all the tenderness of the rain. He places my legs on his shoulders and enters me without warning, his clothes still on. His pants hang loosely from his his as he slams into me repeatedly. I feel wronged, like I am just his whore laying fully naked under him. I beg him to let me touch his skin, he appeases me and strips. My hands eagerly roam his body loving the feel of him moving over me and under my finger tips. 

My voice becomes hoarse as I scream his name repeatedly. I lose track of how many times he has sent me over the edge. My mind has gone blank all I know is him and the pleasure he gives me. He is the end and the beginning for me in this moment. He spreads me past my physical capabilities, my body screams from the over use but I say nothing because I finally have him here with me and not with her. I won’t ever let go of him. I will do everything I can to keep him. She won’t win this time. 

When he has had his fill of me I am left cold in the bed. His bed. I want to think I have won but I know it’s not me he is in the living room thinking of.

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Baggage Claim 10-Final

Description: Seunghoon back from a business trip only has a mind for growing his company. You are in the middle of running from the by the book life that was drowning you. When a minor inconvenience sets you in his path will you be the reason he eases up? And could he be what you need to get serious again?

I did it! I finished! Huge gigantic thank yous to @negrowhat​ and @bbnightengale​ for being sounding boards. For being patient. For not letting me give up! This was a huge labor of love and maybe the ending isn’t 1000000% what I wanted but there’s room for improvement in everything we set out to do. Anywho in the futrue please look out for a various spin offs and such because Cherry needs a happy ending and I wanna explore the other memebers in the universe lol. Ok OK I’m done now I promise. Please enjoy. 

No Warnings!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10

You blinked at him every braincell you had seemed to be absorbing what he was asking you. Can you stay? Can you turn your back on your own life and stay? The bite of sandwich in your mouth felt like a lead weight.

There were so many steps. So many steps to climb up to get into the apartment. You were praying that Cherry wasn’t home. You didn’t have it in you to explain, to argue or defend yourself. You had already done that with Hoon. You got the door open and nearly collapsed onto the couch. There was so much that you had to do. You didn’t give yourself too much time to wallow.

By the time Cherry did make it home you were in your room determined. You had called your mother and spoken to her for at least an hour. It helped, you cried all of your worries out to her and she had absorbed it all with empathy. “I know honey I know, but if this is the best decision for you then go with it.” She had said. It all felt like easier said than done. Cherry knocked on your door and for it took you a moment to decide whether you wanted to open it or not. “Hey is everything ok?” She sounded unsure which was surprising to you. Cherry was the most sure person you knew. “Yeah,” you finally said. “Can I come in?” She asked. “Sure.” You were quick to wipe at your face. She would freak out if she saw any stray tears and you didn’t have the energy to go over anything all over again. When she came in she was glowing like always. Her smile literally lit up the room and you felt a little better. She came over to you and sat on the floor with an audible plop. “So,” she looked over your room and you could see her noting that you had begun to pack, “are you already starting to pack?” She asked slowly. “Yeah.” You answered. The silence stretched and she continued to twist her fingers. “Yoon talked to Mino…” she took a breath and then looked at you, “did you get into a fight with Hoon?” She asked. There wasn’t enough time for you to bottle up everything that you were feeling. Though you had hours to get it all neatly tucked inside of you before she got home you hadn’t. It showed on your face because she reached for you and enveloped you in a hug. “It’s ok.” She said. She rubbed your back but you weren’t crying. It took you a moment to go from stiff to settling in her arms. “We didn’t really fight.” You whispered. “What happened then?” She asked. You tucked your head into her neck and sighed. “Can I ask you something instead?” You began, “you don’t have to answer but I want to ask anyway.” “Go ahead.” She whispered back. “Do you think it was stupid to date him? Do you think I was dumb and greedy and,” you sniffed, the tears were back, “do you think after everything it would have been better to just not start anything to begin with?” She kept rubbing your back but didn’t answer right away. You could feel she was thinking, gathering her answer together. “I think you two were meant to meet for a reason. I’ll always think that…” She said. You knew she wouldn’t think you had made a mistake but it felt good to hear it out loud. “Cherry?” “Hmmm?” “I know what I’m gonna do, but I’m terrified.” You spoke on a shuddering breath. You hugged her tighter and tried to calm your heart. It was thundering again, banging in your chest so hard you heard it in your ears. “Don’t be scared...and don’t feel pressured.” She held you tighter, “no matter what we say or your mom says, or even what Hoon says, it’s whatever’s best for you.” She pulled away and tried her best to fix your hair. “And another thing just so we’re clear…” She smiled and set a piece of your hair just so, “we’re always gonna be friends....you can always talk to me. You know that right?” She said. You nodded and sniffed. Then you smiled out her and held up your pinky, “your stuck with me now, I’m gonna be bothering you all the time now. Pinky promise you won’t get tired of me.” You were giggling as you said it. She laughed with you and locked pinkies with you. “Promise.” She said.

The two of you made dinner. You looked up recipes and you both decided on a salmon dish. It was easy to make and doing the task together took your mind off of everything.

Seunghoon hadn’t smiled in days. He promised himself that while he was in the office he wouldn’t think of you. There were too many things that needed his attention for the opening of the factory. He was working with Yoon’s party planner and publicist. The opening of the new factory was really turning into a bigger event then he had predicted. Thankfully it took up time. When he was home he thought about what had happened. What you had said, the way he looked at you. All he wanted was for you to stay. It was in theory a simple request but in practice he knew how much he was asking. “Can’t you stay?”   No. He shook his head and focused back on what he was suppose to be doing. Something about the size of the banners for the photobooth. “I think the logos for the sponsors are a good size, not intrusive but you can definitely tell the brands.” Mino looked over his shoulder at the computer screen. “Maybe we can make ours a little bigger though?” His friend elbowed him playfully. “You know so everyone is clear about our name.” “Not a bad idea.” He finally said. He sized up their logo, just enough to read the name better then sat back in his chair. “I think that’s good.” He said. He blinked at the screen and rubbed his eyes. He felt Mino’s hand on his shoulder. “Good job, this is gonna be really good for us.” He said, “the biggest thing we’ve ever done.” He got out more under his breath.” “I couldn’t have done it without you.” Hoon said just as softly. He rubbed his face again and tried not to let his feelings surface. “What did she say?” Mino asked. He let the pause stretch. It was replaying again in his head.

“Can’t you stay?” He had willed you to say yes. To open your mouth and say that you were going to stay forever and ever. He wanted to laugh at himself. Because you hadn’t gone all glowy eyed and run into his arms. Instead you had sighed. Sighed so deeply that he was terrified. “I just don’t want you to go back to that place if it made you feel like that....” He was trying to be honest. He had reached across to you but you pulled your hand back from him. “I was always going back...I can’t just...I can’t just forget about everything I have back there.” Why did you pull your hand away? “If it makes you feel like your drowning then why go back to it! Why subject yourself?!” He hadn’t meant to yell. The last thing he wanted to do was raise his voice but the damage had been done. He remembered vividly the way you shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest. He felt shut out, any ground that he had with the idea of you staying was lost. “You don’t get to comment on my life like you know what’s going on. You don’t know anything about it.” Your words cut. The truth ringing loudly in his ears, he didn’t know about it. He only knew what you had told him and nothing of what he had heard was positive. “I just want you to be happy,” he had rubbed harder at his face, “you make me happy, don’t I,” he lowered his hands and looked at you. Your eyes were brimming with tears. “Don’t I make you happy at all?” “We can’t be happy all the time Seunghoon.”

He blinked and tried to think of an answer for Mino. “She said she had to go...and what can I do?” He asked, “I can’t kidnap her. If she needs to go back then I have to accept that.” He said. Mino sat on the edge of Hoon’s desk and sighed. “You really put it all on the line? Seriously? You told her how you felt?” He pushed. He leaned forward his eyes all serious, “did you tell her you love her?” “I told her she made me happy?” Hoon tried, “I can’t tell her I love her...we’ve only been going out for-” “Do you love her?” Mino asked. He held his eyes then nodded slowly. “Then you have to tell her, you have to tell her you love her, not just that she makes you happy. It’s so important that she hears it all.” He said. “I’m not going to keep trying to stop her,” He argued, “she already told me what she’s going to do. If I keep trying to hold onto her she’ll feel suffocated.” Mino shook his head and sighed. He was king of grand gestures and being intensely romantic, maybe Hoon should have asked for his advice more. Maybe he would have wooed you quicker, maybe you would be just as in love with him as he was with you. “When is she suppose to be going back? Are you going to take her to the airport and see her off?”  He asked Hoon. “If she wants me to?” He answered, “Like I said I’m not going to hold onto her if she doesn’t want me.” He was trying his best not to smother you. If you had to leave then he had to let you go. He ran his hands through his hair over and over again and tried to take a few deep breaths. This was the office he shouldn’t be thinking about you in the office. He was doomed now, he wasn’t going to be able to get any work done. The hopeless feeling that had crept into his chest when he talked to you in his that day was back. He knew it was his own fault, he had trusted himself with not falling in love then failed miserably. “I don’t think she feels the same about me.” He blurted out, “If she felt the same about me, maybe she would have had an easier time staying?” “I think it’s because she loves you that she’s fighting you so hard. She’s unsure because you’ve never said how you feel.” Mino sounded like a broken record. “You’ve got to tell her before she leaves, once she’s gone it’ll feel too late.” He said.

It felt odd to sleep in your room with none of your stuff in it. You smiled at the ceiling and shook your head, this wasn’t technically your room. But after 5 months it felt more like yours then your actual room. The last few days you had completely packed everything away into your suitcase. It weighed a ton but you weren’t too worried about paying th extra fee. Cherry had spent the last few days with you. The two of you were treated to a sneak peek of Yoon’s new factory. Everything was shiny and new. The outside had a few huge posters featuring Cherry in the cutest pink dress. You were so proud of her and you could tell that she was excited about the opening. “I’m gonna call you the day of the party so try your best to be free.” She had said with a giggle. You agreed and went back paying attention to all the facts Yoon gave. Every so often he stopped, looked at Cherry, and then turned a very distinct pink. When you got home that night you teased her about it and for once she was tongue tied. The night after that she took you to her favorite bar. You drank way too much and sang way too loud when it was your turn for karaoke but it felt wonderful. You walked home with her giving repeat performances of what you had sang in the bar. Remembering it made you feel warm and that warmth was a better feeling than the uncertainty. The ceiling offered you no answers but you still stared up at it and tried ease yourself to sleep. This would be your last sleep here, the last time you’ll wake you to the sound of the neighbors kids getting ready for school. Once you were home it was back to business. Back to life and everything it included. Away from Cherry and Yoon. You pulled your phone from under your pillow one more time. It lit up and there he was on your lockscreen. Well it was technically both of you in the picture but you only had eyes for him. It was a picture of him kissing you on the cheek and it made you feel so happy. You traced your finger across his cheek on the screen and sighed. It was meant to be, you were meant to take his suitcase, meant to meet him and you were always meant to leave. You held your phone to you chest and closed your eyes. Tomorrow was breakfast with Cherry, one last movie on the couch and then she was taking you to the airport. The simplicity of your last day was pretty soothing. It helped you, you finally drifted off. You dreamed about Seunghoon holding your hand and smiling at you. It felt like you strolled with him forever just basking in the sunlight.

The steering wheel was complaining under his grip, he left his house late, so late that he knew for a fact that he was going to miss you but he had to try. He pressed down on the gas pedal and weaved through traffic. You had sent him a text message last night but his phone was on do not disturb. “Hey, just wanted to say goodbye. I figured since our fight you might not necessarily wanna come see me off. Which is cool I get it. Anyways, I know this thing sort of ended up hurting us but I wanted you to know that if I had the choice I would take your suitcase again lol. I would do it all again because this was really the time of my life. Please be well and you know if you’re ever on my side of the world please look me up!” It hurt but you would do it again. He would do it again without a doubt and maybe what he was trying to do was cliche but he had something to say to you. Mino was right he had to say the words and he needed to say them in person. The traffic started to pack up near the airport. He really was going to miss you, the cars inched along the ramp that he needed his jaw was locked as he formed a plan. He knew the gate number and he planned on leaving his car in the closest lot and running.   The terminal was full, he stopped at the gigantic board displaying flight statuses, he bent over to catch his breath. Just a little further, he had to catch you before you got to security. He looked at the ticket counters where people stood helping passengers get boarding passes, and helping with luggage. Maybe you were- “Hoon?” He swallowed and turned towards the sound of your voice. You were dressed in a large sweater and comfy looking sweat pants. You had a scarf on that was tucked just under your chin. So adorable. “Hey.” He got out. You took a step then stopped to tuck your passport into your pocket, “you came?” He nodded, “I wanted to say…” he swallowed again. “Goodbye?” You asked. “I love you.” He blurted out. Your face went blank, your eyes seemed to enlarge as you looked at him. “I love you and I want you to stay,” he took a moment to gather his thoughts better, “but I understand why you can’t. This thing between us...how can I give you guarantee enough to leave your whole life behind?” “You can’t.” You said softly. “I can’t.” He echoed, “I know I can’t, but I still had to come and tell you.” He said, “I should have told you weeks ago…” You stepped up to him causing his sentence to trail off. He leaned down instinctively when you lifted your face to kiss him. Your kiss warmed his whole body. He tried his best to hold onto the feeling this was the last time. After this kiss he was sure you were going to roll your bag to the counter and check in for your boarding pass. The sound of the intercom made him pull away. The announcer sounded bored, not at all concerned about their message. Something about doors closing. He looked at the flight board and saw your flight number. The board status flipped to say ‘Departed’. When he turned back you looked a little uncertain. “Guess I missed it…” you shrugged. “I guess you did.” He cradled your face in his hands, “I can help you get another ticket if you want?” He offered. You shook your head and sighed, “ask me again.” You said. He made a thinking face then pecked you on the lips, “can’t you say tell me you love me back first?” He whined. He watched you think his request over. He was overjoyed, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. “I love you.” You said to him, “I know this whole thing is kind of a shot in the dark but honestly, I’ve never been happier.” You confessed. You put your arms around his neck and kissed him again, “ask me again Hoony…” “Will you stay with me?” He asked. When you nodded he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you. The joy in his chest felt like an explosion that filled his whole body. He understood that there would be complications that nothing could really be guaranteed but even those facts couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. He had you. You loved him and that was all he needed.

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ASSOCATIONS WITHIN YG ENTERTAINMENT (P.1)

pairing: Anastasia x YG ENTERTAINMENT

warnings: none

notes; sorry, for taking so long to publish. I have been facing writer’s block for awhile. Also, Jiyong is back so I’m fucking happy!! And these are just specific friendships with her label mates that are the most talked about throughout the fanfic!

Kwon Jiyong “G-DRAGON” → DragonFaye

As kids, G-Dragon & Anastasia were often training with each other and doing song covers for their auditions to become Kpop Idols which resulted them in sharing a closer relationship with one another with G-Dragon claiming that he knows Anastasia the best as he is able to understand her thoughts and mindset. Their fellow labelmates of YG Entertainment even agree with this statement as they mention that if anything was to be wrong with Anastasia, he would be the first to immediately notice. As well as the fact that he’s able to notice when she is lying, or being truthful. They consistently have the tendency to often embarrass and tease each other as often as any other pair of siblings often do. Since she holds quite the bossy personality trait, as the older sibling, Anastasia is often trying to boss G-Dragon around. Anastasia isn’t often one for showing her feelings or vulnerability to others especially ones she’s not very comfortable around yet as it makes her feel extremely uncomfortable but is one the first to offer a hug to G-Dragon when he was most need of it. Regardless, they are often there for each other, especially when in time of need, being clued into each other’s issues, they are able to know their feelings and emotions without need of much or any words. Even when he needs a good laugh, G-Dragon turns to Anastasia as despite what everyone says of her not caring for anyone but herself though she does in fact care for G-DRAGON, she would often embarrass herself if her sarcasm isn’t able to as it tends to make him chuckle. Anastasia even admits that she hates the thought of feeling like her family is being exposed and is very protective over them.

Choi Seunghyun “T.O.P” → TopStasia

T.O.P & Anastasia are very close friends & labelmates since not only are they Kpop Idols, they are also actors in the acting industry. Both are also the same age but as Anastasia mentions, she’s older by just a month. The two are often with each other as they are most times filming together or supporting each other on set for a tv show or movie. They often go out to drink and party even challenging each other in drinking contest as Anastasia has quite a high tolerance level of alcohol and the fact that the two love to joke around and plot pranks against one another. T.o.p & Anastasia share more common interests than what appears to be rest of the musicians at YG entertainment, their close friendship has caused fans to suspect that they could potentially be in a relationship.

Dong Youngbae “Taeyang” → TaeStasia

Taeyang & Anastasia share quite a similar relationships that she holds with Jiyong, since she has known Taeyang as long as him and GD had became best friends, Taeyang & Anastasia both have considered each other, siblings as he became another younger brother and she became an older sister to him, something he never really had. Considering the fact that he is married to one of her closest friends and fellow costar, Min Hyo-rin, she often is one to help him when he is in need of guidance and advice with his relationship or neck deep in cold water as he tends to listen to Jiyong’s advice which fails to help him. Nevertheless, they are extremely close friends that have grown to view each other as family more than anything.

Kang Daesung → DaeStasia

Ever since, Daesung was a rookie; he has remained having a fear of Anastasia since he proclaims that she is very intimidating and quite scary. Although, she at first was very afraid of him as well since as she explains, “I was terrified of Daesung when I first met him because he was always smiling, I was someone who was very intimidated by that because it made me really uncomfortable.” Though appearing on variety shows together with their groups, they eventually began to have a frenemy, love-hate relationship as they tend to joke around and tease each other.

Song Mino → MinFaye

Mino and Anastasia share quite a complex and complicated relationship both as labelmates and friends since fans have assumed that they were more to each other than just that of colleagues. But that’s opposite of what they proclaim as Mino perceives Anastasia as he reveals that they share a noona-namdongsaeng type of relationship. The two are quite close as they share an obsession with art, fashion and music. They often hangout outside of YG and often pictured by Dispatch hanging out or on a supposed date with their mutual friends around Seoul. Since they are often caught in each other’s company, wearing similar clothes and even spotted wearing the same couple rings. Since the release of fan articles, pictures and videos of the evidence, fans have speculated that Mino & Anastasia are a couple though both artists as well as YG have denied. But that’s hasn’t stopped fans from shipping them together nor believing that they are in fact dating.

Jinwoo and Anastasia share a noona-namdongsaeng type of relationship, a bond that she shares alongside with his fellow members and the members of iKon. Like few other artists at YG, he often looks to Anastasia for advice whether it’s in romance or in the music industry as she is very good at giving advice or someone comfortable to confide in. Despite everyone’s opinion on Anastasia as they perceived her as intimidating based on her facade, he was one of the few who actually saw her as quite the opposite of her tough and scary persona.

Dara and Anastasia share a very tight-knit friendship as they consider each other as family with even Dara claiming her as a younger sister. Although, Anastasia signed with SM since she was a trainee, she would often visit G-DRAGON as supporting him and his debut. Within a few of those visits, she & Dara met causing the two to become close friends, even to support each other and publicly acknowledge their friendship as the two were apart of separate groups despite people pinning against each other. Still the two remained friends and even became closer once Anastasia had signed back with YG.

At first, Anastasia wasn’t too fond of CL when they first met as she was very closed off when first meeting certain people for unknown reasons but as CL confirmed that Anastasia gave a chance to her after GD convinced her to do so since Anastasia is very hesitant to trust people but since she trusts GD & values his opinion, she was willing to give CL a chance to get to know her. They have since been known to evolve and become better friends than they had been during their years of debut.

Park Bom and Anastasia are close friends as they met each other alongside Sandara. As trainees of their respective companies, the six of them, including each other, Sandara, GD, Se7en and his girlfriend, Park Han-byul would often in engage in activities and pure entertainment with one another. Throughout the years, they have shown immense support and positive feedback for each other especially of Anastasia’s exit from SNSD as well as Park Bom’s drug scandal to which Anastasia sent her a call of love.

Jennie is one of Anastasia’s longest fans, as Jennie has mentioned the impact that Anastasia and her career has held on her. Jennie credits Anastasia as being someone she idolizes for not just her songwriting or music but for her fashion and personality with Jennie acknowledging Anastasia as being the inspiration and fashion icon of her childhood. Both girls consider each other as siblings with Anastasia professing Jennie as a younger sister she always wished she’d had or if she had gotten the chance to have a younger sister.

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Date Roulette: Taeyang

Friday

Intro Week Start Seungri Week Start Daesung Week Start Previous Next

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CW: not overtly explicit smut, but it's there.

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Luckily, it didn’t take much to convince Chul that I absolutely did not want his behind the scenes information. Just the fact that the information existed in the first place was already more than I wanted to deal with.

I had heard my phone go off a few times as I tried to sleep, but I had made the conscious decision to ignore it at the time.

But here, in the car, stuck in morning traffic, I had nothing better to do.

From: Zico I think this is what the kids call "later"

From: Zico Okay maybe you're asleep but I'm still going to expect an explanation tomorrow.

I rolled my eyes and decided to come back to that later.

From: Hugeboy Why did Zico just text me "your crush is weird, just find a normal girl"?

From: Hugeboy Oh. He's drunk.

From: Hugeboy Good morning! Good luck with filming today!

Time to return to the other chat, it seemed.

To: Zico Yesterday, I was annoyed with you (a little bit) because of the whole dancers talk to dancers thing

To: Zico You seemed to be crossing some kind of boundary, but I let it go because you appeared to have some sort of good intention

To: Zico This morning however…

To: Zico I'm just plain annoyed with you because you're impatient and immature.

An alert popped up on my screen. I tapped it open.

From: Hugeboy If you're trying to yell at Zico, he's still asleep.

To: Hugeboy I assume he went to yours after drinking?

To: Hugeboy Also, good morning.

From: Hugeboy Yes. He's going to be out for a while.

From: Hugeboy What were you texting him?

To: Hugeboy I just don't like what he texted you that.

To: Hugeboy I'm not weird.

To: Hugeboy I just forgot to text him back

To: Hugeboy He's weird for getting so upset about it

From: Hugeboy Ah, that makes me happy

To: Hugeboy Why ?

From: Hugeboy Because… it's like…

From: Hugeboy You want me to keep liking you

I stared at the message as the car continued its slow trundle through the city. I felt like I should say something, but what?

To: Hugeboy I just don’t like that Zico feels like I owe him something.

From: Hugeboy (¬‿¬ ) whatever you say

I clicked my screen off and crossed my arms, staring out at the slightly gray morning.

“What was all that?”

I glanced at Taeyang, but after catching the little red light of a camera strapped onto the dashboard I just shook my head.

Taeyang gave a snort of a laugh, shaking his head in turn.

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“Okay. Just remember that if you’re going to be talking about anything relevant, you need to come over here so we can catch it,” Chul reminded me.

“I know, I know,” I re-tucked my shirt into the billowy pants that wardrobe had given me. “So diligent.”

“I just want to be sure that you know that we will not be able to hear you unless you come over here,” he was nodding a little too much, and his eyes were exaggeratedly wide.

“I am aware, Chul,” I smiled, “thank you for looking out after me.”

He gave me a small smile and nodded.

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“My first time being basically off mic and I have nothing to talk about to take advantage of it,” I stretched next to Taeyang.

“Yeah, it’s kind of wasted on me, huh?”

“Basically,” I nodded towards the small group of assorted staff that he had told me contained his girlfriend, “which one is her?”

“Blue headband.”

“Ah,” I watched her for a moment before continuing, “if you think it would help, you can tell her that she’s more my type than you are.”

“What?” Taeyang looked shocked.

“What?” I shrugged, “she’s way better looking than you.”

“Are you…” he looked uncomfortable, “interested in women?”

“Isn’t everyone?”

I wished I hadn’t said anything. The vibes were off. The amount of reshooting we had to do was completely out of hand.

Or maybe all shoots were like this? It seemed excessive to me though.

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When we broke for a late breakfast, Taeyang quickly disappeared. I noticed that Ms. Blue Headband also was nowhere to be seen.

I made my way to a nearby cafe on my own. I was still mic-free, a fact that I hadn’t really thought about until a body hit the chair across from me.

I had pulled a hoodie over the costume when I left. The hood itself was oversized, which I was grateful for as I had been able to pull it up and slightly over my face.

Did I care who it was? I mulled over the question for a moment, still staring directly into my slightly chipped mug of tea.

“Ah, excuse me?” a familiar voice flagged down a waiter, “can I get an americano?”

I looked up from my admittedly extremely slouched position to meet Mino’s gaze.

What a pleasant surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you talking about?” he shrugged, “I come here all the time.”

He crossed his arms and looked around the restaurant casually before shooting me a sly smile.

“Stalker.”

“What?” I sat up straighter, “how am I a stalker? I just came here because it had the highest ratings on naver.”

Mino leaned forward, still smiling.

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember what?”

“Ah, really?” He leaned back, gripping the edge of the seat to counterbalance himself.

“What?” I pressed him.

“We first met here,” he nodded towards a booth, “over there.”

I looked around, taking in the restaurant fully for the first time since I had arrived.

“That’s right,” I muttered, “how did I not know that?”

“You’ve met a lot of people - thank you,” he interrupted himself as the waiter returned with his coffee, “and you’ve been to a lot of places recently.”

He paused to sip the drink before finishing, “I’ll try not to take it too personally.”

I just nodded and leaned back in my own chair.

We sat in silence for a while. Mino had a small laptop with him, which he had set up and was tapping at as he sipped at his cup. His knee bounced underneath the table, slightly shaking his entire body with the movement.

For my part, I simply scrolled on my phone. I was on my old twitter account. It was the one I used primarily to keep in contact with my English speaking friends, with a slight sprinkle of Spanish every now and again.

Art post. Fan post. Video games. Video games. Video games. Photo of luggage being packed, captioned “countdown initiated”. Art post. Video games.

For a few minutes I was completely able to forget about the show, the boys, the house, and somehow even the slight problem that was the man sitting across from me. And just how angry Jiyong would get if he knew that this was happening.

“I like this.”

I looked up at Mino. He had his chin on one hand, intently focused on the screen in front of him. At some point he had put on some glasses, but I hadn’t noticed.

“Huh?”

He glanced at me, and smiled.

“I like this,” he turned his eyes back to the screen, “sitting with you here.”

I blinked at him a few times, before turning my own attention back to my phone.

“Me too.”

We returned to our silent parallel existence until an alarm went off on my phone.

“Break’s over,” I sighed standing up. I started rifling through my bag, looking for my card to go pay at the counter.

“Just go,” Mino waved me off, “I’ll pay.”

“Are you sure?” I lifted my hand, card now between my fingers, “I’ve got it right here.”

“Go,” Mino nodded.

I must have been wearing one of my doubtful looks, because he repeated himself emphatically as my phone started ringing.

“Go,” he insisted, “let me take care of it.”

“Okay,” I sighed, hefting my bag over my shoulder, “I’ll pay you back next time,” I was now headed towards the door, raising the now answered phone as I left, "I promise."

"Where are you? We need to work," an annoyed Taeyang complained through the phone as Mino laughed and waved me off.

"I'm like two minutes away, the cafe on the corner."

"Alright, well, hurry up."

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"Ayyyyyy, the star is here!"

For once, Bobby wasn't immediately on my nerves.

Though that may have had something to do with the woman standing next to him.

Soo-ah excitedly waved as I pulled off the hoodie and let the makeup artist touch me up.

I waved as much as I could without making things harder for the woman dabbing a sponge over my cheeks. Once I was finally given the go-ahead, I practically ran over to her.

"What are you doing here?"

"I told Jiwon-ah that I'm a big fan of the new female dancer at YG and he brought me to watch," Soo-ah broke into laughter at her own joke, giddily grasping my hands in hers.

I shot Bobby a thumbs up, applauding his move. He blushed slightly, but didn't say anything.

"But look at you! This is amazing," she still held my hands as she looked around.

There was a shout for Taeyang and I to get back on the set.

"I have to go, are you staying?"

"Yes," she nodded emphatically, "as long as I'm allowed."

I gave her a quick pat on her head. It was a habit that had started as a joke when she joined my Kung Fu class, but was not just a natural thing at times.

"Good, I'll be back."

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“No good!” called the camera operator/director, “Luna?”

“Sorry, sorry,” I called back.

“You’ve got to hit the mark,” was the only response to my placation. “Back in starting positions.”

For what felt like the hundredth time, Taeyang and I returned to our spots while the crew reset the scenery.

“No good!"

“I am going to kill myself if I don’t get this right,” I groaned at Taeyang.

"What is going on you guys?" The director walked onto the set and approached us both, "Luna, what's with the hesitation?"

"Sorry," I shook my head, "I just have to focus."

"Yeah, also…," he turned towards Taeyang  now, "go talk to wardrobe, your shirt got ripped somehow."

"What?" he pulled the hem of his shirt out slightly to take a look.

"On the back, here," the director indicated to his left side.

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While waiting for Taeyang to get his shirt stitched, I was dallying in one of the darker corners of the studio space with Soo-ah.

“I think it looked fine. I don’t know why they kept stopping it,” she observed.

“He’s not getting low enough,” I explained, “if he stays that high up, I can’t use his body to roll.”

“Can’t you just flip?” She pointed out.

“What? Front flip? He would be in the way,” I shook my head, “we’d both just end up getting hurt.”

“No,” she protested, “that backwards one that you spent ages trying to teach to Woohyung.”

I stared at her. How had I not considered that?

“The springy one?” I flipped my wrist slightly, mimicking the motion.

“Yeah! Since you burst upwards at the start, he doesn’t have to go as low.”

I approached Taeyang. He raised a hand and shook his head.

“I know,” he started with a sigh, “I ju-”

“I don’t care,” I waved his words away, “you don’t have to change anything. Soo-ah came up with a way to fix it.”

“What?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. And keep going, even if they call for us to stop, okay?” I waited for him to nod, “I just want to get one full go-through before we decide if we want to keep it or not.”

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The jump went well. It took two additional shots to get something I thought was good enough, since the crew hadn’t been expecting it, but Taeyang was skeptical. In my opinion, it was much better than the original choreography. Plus it eliminated the need for Taeyang and I to get body-to-body with each other, which I suspected that his girlfriend also appreciated.

The director was delighted with what he called the “new highlight”, but explained that I had just guaranteed that we would need to stay and film either until very late tonight, or come back tomorrow.

“I thought we were filming tomorrow again anyway?” 

“Well, we booked the space just in case,” Taeyang explained, “but it wasn’t exactly necessary.”

“That’s right, but if we make changes like this,” the director shrugged, “it naturally takes longer.”

“Right,” I nodded, “that makes sense. I think I’d prefer to split it, if that’s not a problem.”

“No problem, let’s work until…” Taeyang trailed off, looking at the director for input.

“Ah, it’s,” the director checked his watch, “okay it’s 3pm now…” he tilted his head. I could almost see the mental calculations going on in his head.

“Let’s go until 6pm? Then I can get today’s footage to the editing team, and they’ll tell us what we need for tomorrow.”

“Okay, uh, just give me one second.”

I jogged over to where Bobby and Soo-ah were sitting and talking.

“Hey, we’re going for another three hours. You don’t have to hang around this whole time if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t mind,” Bobby shrugged, “but I am hearing some very concerning stuff from Soo-ah.”

I blinked, fast and repeatedly. I couldn’t really think of what Soo-ah may have been telling him.

“Don’t make it sound like that,” Soo-ah pouted, “I was just talking about you and Minjung’s festival demonstrations.”

“Oh! Um,” I shrugged, “yeah. That’s fine. But listen, I gotta go back. If you guys leave just text me, okay?”

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“What do you want to do for dinner?” Taeyang asked from the other side of the wardrobe area.

Several racks of clothes, and about three portable canvas “walls” separated us. However, I thought I could tell that he wasn’t really interested.

“I’m actually getting dinner with Soo-ah,” I called back across the room, “you can come if you want.”

“Ah, I’ll just go ahead. Have fun.”

I heard a door open and close. I suspected that I was now alone in the room.

Half-dressed, I sat down and pulled out my phone.

From: Sooooo-AH! We’re heading out to dinner. You’re as amazing as always!

I smiled at the message. How I had ever been lucky enough to become friends with Soo-ah, I didn’t know.

To: Sooooo-AH! Have fun! I was so happy you came today!

I switched to another waiting message.

From: Zico Okay so I understand I need to apologize

From: Zico I was in a mood last night

From: Zico and I took it out on you

From: Zico which was not fair

From: Zico I’m sorry

I didn’t know what to say to that. I started typing, but decided the energy wasn’t worth it right now. While I was tapping the backspace, another message alert popped up.

From: Hugeboy Are you done? I just saw Taeyang leave.

To: Hugeboy Are you stalking me?

From: Hugeboy I was dropping off something for Seunghoon. I just passed Taeyang in the hallway.

To: Hugeboy Suspicious

To: Hugeboy Yeah, we’re done.

From: Hugeboy Hmm… this doesn’t help my case, but where are you? Did you leave already?

I considered the message. Would it be too much to meet him here? On the other hand, wouldn’t it just be a coincidence?

To: Hugeboy To be honest, I’m being lazy in wardrobe 4

To: Hugeboy I sat down and now I don’t want to get up again

From: Hugeboy Number 4?? I’m not too far from there |ω･)ﾉ

To: Hugeboy Ah, I guess I have an excuse to just sit for a little while longer then.

He didn’t text back. I supposed he had other things to focus on at the moment.

I stretched backwards, cracking my back against the chair before hauling myself upwards, back to where my remaining normal clothes were sitting on a shelf.

As I picked up my shirt, a business card fluttered onto the floor. I bent to pick it up, curious as to who it could be from.

“Hello?” Mino’s voice echoed through the room.

Spurred into action by no longer being alone, I shoved the card into my pocket and started tugging my shirt on.

“Over here,” I called out.

Mino rounded the corner of the green canvas divider as I was tugging my shirt down over my stomach. His eyes dropped to my waist, then flew upwards as he turned slightly away from me.

“You really were being lazy,” he mumbled.

“You can’t be embarrassed by some stomach skin,” I laughed, “I’ve seen your backup dancers’ outfits.”

“That’s different,” he glanced at me, confirming that I was decent before he turned to face me again.

“Ah, can I say this?” he mumbled in a tone that seemed to be flirtatious.

“Say what?”

“Maybe I should have been faster,” he smiled, eyes flitting briefly down my body before refocusing on my face.

“Yah, be careful,” I scolded him slightly.

“Right, right,” he nodded, then jerked his head towards the exit, “should we go?”

“Sure thing,” I swung my bag over my shoulder, “where to?”

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“I know I’ve asked this about six times in the last ten minutes but…” I trailed off.

“And I’ll say the same thing,” Mino patted my leg before returning his hand to the shifter of his car, “it’s fine.”

We stopped at a red light, I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt closer around my face.

Mino’s hand rested on my knee again, this time squeezing reassuringly.

“If you don’t want to come to my house, we can go someplace else.”

“No, it’s fine,” I sighed, “I just… you know I can probably beat you in a fight, right?”

“I have no intention of testing that,” Mino said, once again returning his hand to the shifter as the light turned green.

“Not even for self-preservation,” he craned his neck to check all angles before pulling across three lanes of traffic in a left turn, “I’m not that type.”

I wasn’t sure exactly how to respond to that, so I lifted my phone to distract me. A new message was waiting for me.

From: Llyong Boho Let’s get dinner.

I squinted at the message. I was once again going to have to lie.

I considered asking Bobby and Soo-ah to cover for me, but that felt like it could fall apart pretty easily.

To: Llyong Boho I actually decided to get dinner on my own.

To: Llyong Boho Just taking a minute to myself, you know?

I stared at the screen for a few minutes. I had long ago turned my read receipts off, so I was completely in the dark about what was happening unless the bubbles popped up.

They did not.

I tucked my phone away.

“You okay?” Mino asked.

“Yeah, just,” I sighed, “Jiyong.”

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“You seem calmer than usual,” I was sitting in Mino’s kitchen, a wonderfully friendly cat curled up in my lap. Mino was sitting across from me, now empty take-away dishes between us on the table.

“Do I? Maybe it’s just because it’s my house,” Mino shrugged.

“I don’t mean that. I mean…” I took a second to work out what I was trying to say, “like you’re not worried? You’re usually kind of anxious when I see you.”

“Ah,” Mino leaned forward, resting his head on his hand, “I decided to not worry about the show, or Jiyong, or anything like that.”

“Really? It’s that simple?”

Mino nodded, “I figure that as long as you and I are still talking, texting, whatever…” he leaned back again, “that should be enough, right?”

He really did seem relaxed. However, his nerves were betrayed by the way he was staring into space and idly spinning a ring on one of his fingers.

I couldn’t help it.

“Ah, I suppose that’s the first step,” I stood up, much to Jhonny’s annoyance, and started cleaning up the containers on the table, “right?”

Mino looked up at me, cocking his head. The ring stopped.

“First step for what?”

“For you to move on,” I teased him.

“Yah,” he stood up and took the containers out of my hands, dropping them on the counter before turning back to me. He gave me a serious look as he took my hand and pulled me towards him.

“I just don’t want to be another source of stress.”

“I was teasing you,” I explained.

“I know,” he had leaned against the counter, pulling me to lean against his body, “but I know you make jokes as a way to say serious things.”

“How do you know that?” I asked him.

“I pay attention is all. So,” Mino swayed his arms slightly, gently wiggling me back and forth, “are you worried that I’ll stop liking you?”

“Not really.”

His eyebrows dipped slightly.

“Really?”

I lifted my heels slightly, reaching up to quickly kiss his cheek.

“Yah,” he was beginning to blush as I pulled back, “you’re going to make me nervous again.”

I grinned, then leaned up again. This time I pressed my lips to his.

Mino hummed, squeezing me against him a little tighter.

I let myself enjoy it for a moment before pulling back.

“I should head back soon,” I dropped my head onto his chest, “I feel like a child out after curfew.”

“I’ll drop you off,” Mino offered.

“No,” I groaned, trying to take a step back, “I should take the train. I said that I was on my own.”

“At least let me get you a taxi,” Mino held fast around my waist, leaning forward and kissing my forehead. “You know you can’t really take public transport anymore, right?”

“Ah, right, I’m famous by association. But that’s okay, I can pay for it. Besides, you covered my coffee this morning.”

“Just let me get it,” he pressed, “I like doing things for you.”

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“I’m home,” I called out as I kicked off my shoes in the entryway.

A flat “good to see you,” echoed from somewhere inside the house. I couldn’t quite tell who had said it, but it felt nice to hear all the same.

I turned into the living room to see Daesung watching some drama. He glanced up as I entered.

“How was your solo dinner?”

“Good,” I fell onto the sofa next to him, letting my legs hang over the side, “what are you watching?”

He clicked a button on the remote to display the show information and read aloud the name of some program that I wasn’t familiar with.

“Any good?”

“Eh,” he shrugged, “how was filming?”

“Busy but also, not? Is that how it usually is?”

“It’s usually even worse,” he explained, “but we’re used to it.”

“Fair…” I stared at the television, not really absorbing anything happening on the screen. After a moment, I realized something.

“Where are the others?”

“I think Jiyong is sulking, Taeyang isn’t back yet, and I don’t know about the other two.”

I sighed, letting my head drop against Daesung’s shoulder.

“Should I go see him?”

Daesung stretched his arm out and readjusted in his seat. I let my head slide down to rest on his leg.

“It’s not your responsibility,” he almost hummed the words as he started running his fingers through my hair, “he’s not a child.”

I nodded, letting my eyes close.

“I feel responsible though.”

“Stop. You needed time to yourself, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

I groaned as his fingernails skimmed my scalp.

“You’re going to put me to sleep,” I whined.

“You deserve to rest.”

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“Come on,” it was definitely one of the guys talking, though they were speaking so softly, and I was so tired, that I couldn’t quite place who it was.

I grumbled as I felt arms slide under my shoulders and knees.

“But I’m sleeping.”

I felt like my eyes were stuck together. Or maybe I just didn’t want to open them anyway.

“Just come this way a little bit.”

I leaned towards the voice.

“Good girl, ready now?”

I nodded. Beginning to recognize the whisper, I wound one of my hands into his shirt for more security.

My body lifted slowly. I groaned again, involuntarily, annoyed by the cooler air hitting the freshly exposed bits of my arms and legs.

The chest bounced with a laugh.

I was still a little disoriented, not quite able to mentally follow the path that I was being carried along.

“Ah, can you open her door?”

“Sure,” that one was definitely Taeyang.

My body turned, I imagined to get through the doorway without bumping my head on the door frame.

“Okay,” I felt a knee under me as he knelt on my mattress to get me situated, “here you are.”

I groaned and refused to loosen my fingers from the shirt that my face was resting on.

There was a silent laugh. I only knew about it from the tell-tale jump on the chest.

“You have to let go,” it wasn’t a demand or admonishment.

I groaned more adamantly, gripping the cloth even tighter.

A heavy sigh, followed by “ah, fine.”

I loosened my grip slightly, allowing him to adjust his position enough that I was left with my head resting against his chest.

I wound my legs between his, noticing that they were thinner than I had expected.

“Are you always this affectionate when you’re tired?”

I shrugged.

“You weren’t like this at all during my week.’

“I had some fresh, uh…” I thought back to the Weekly Idol interview trying to remember the word I had learned, “trauma?”

“That’s true,” his fingers were back in my hair.

We lay there in a drowsy silence for a while before I spoke up again.

“Dae?”

“Ah, you’re still awake? I was just thinking it might be safe for me to leave.”

I tightened my legs around one of his. His chest bounced again with a quiet laugh.

“What’s up?”

“Would you say yes if I chose you?”

My ear vibrated slightly as he hummed before answering.

“What do you think?”

“I can’t tell. You treat me well, but I think you probably treat everyone well.”

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed in agreement.

I loosened myself up from his body a little bit so that I could lean on my elbow to look at him.

“I think you flirt with me, but again…”

I paused. He had lifted a hand to brush my hair out of my face, intently watching me as I spoke. Seeing him pay such close attention, it made my heart ache somehow.

“But…?” He prompted me to continue.

“It seems like just part of your personality.”

“Even when I’m out of character?”

I groaned, letting my head fall back onto his chest.

“Can’t you just tell me yes or no?”

“I could, but I don’t want to influence you.”

“I’m asking though,” I wriggled my legs in annoyance, “I want to know.”

Was that true though? If I wanted to know, I now realized that I could probably just ask Chul. It would doubtless be the easier way to find things out. So why was I bothering with this back and forth?

Besides the fact that it was a little fun, that is.

“Come here,” Daesung moved under me. I sat up, only to have him put a hand on my arm. He slid back, sitting at an angle against the headboard and pillows, and gestured for me to come towards him again.

I tilted my head. Did I want to choose Daesung? This entire time I had been thinking of him as potentially a good hook-up, but nothing more intimate than that.

Which, maybe, was exactly what I needed. Something to flush my system of all my built up hormones and mixed feelings.

“Dae,” I shuffled to kneel next to him.

“Yes?”

“Forget the show choice for a second.”

“Okay,” he nodded slowly, eyes narrowing slightly.

“What about just right now?”

“What about it?”

“If I asked you to sleep here tonight, would you say yes?”

Daesung blinked a few times.

I waited, kneeling on my hands to stop myself from fidgeting.

Finally, Daesung tilted his head and chuckled again.

“Are you asking me to?”

I shrugged, “just answer the question.”

He paused again, this time washing his eyes over me. I realized that he was trying to figure out how serious I was.

You and me both, my dude.

“Come here,” he said softly.

I leaned forward slightly.

“No,” he shook his head, then patted a hand against his thigh, “come here.”

I freed my hands from under my knees, supporting myself as I leaned over him.

“Sit down,” another pat on his thigh.

Well, if he insisted.

I straddled his lap and sat up straight. I kept my eyes on him. The corner of his lip slid up slightly.

“So, if I asked you to stay here tonight…?” I left the sentence unfinished.

“I’ll stay as long as you'd like me to, pet.”

-----

My phone chimed.

Daesung grabbed my wrist when I reached for it, pulling my hand to press against his chest.

“It can wait,” he groaned.

“If it’s Jiyong, his next step is knocking on my door,” I explained, “and while we may be able to keep quiet, there are levels to that sort of thing.”

“Ugh, fine,” he let go of my wrist, instead grabbing my thighs to keep me from getting off of him.

From: Llyong Boho Are you back yet?

I sighed.

“What does he want?” Daesung asked.

“Probably this,” I snorted, glancing down to where Daesung was firmly inside me.

Daesung laughed, “you’re not wrong.”

To: Llyong Boho Yes. I’m hanging out with Daesung.

To: Llyong Boho Whatever it is, can it wait until tomorrow?

I leaned over and placed my phone back onto my bedside table.

“All good?”

“I think so,” I leaned down, quickly pressing my lips against his.

“Fuck,” he groaned at the motion, “this is not how I saw my night ending.”

“Me neither,” I sat back up and rocked against him slightly.

Daesung laughed again, then pressed his head back into the pillow with a sigh.

“Okay, okay okay… okay…”

“Okay?” I teased him.

“I have to… come here pet,” he grabbed both of my wrists, pulling me back down against his chest.

“I can’t take this much more,” his hands found my hair and he pulled me against his lips again.

“My turn,” he looked directly into my eyes, “okay?”

“Yes.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist. Lifting and rolling, he pulled me into position on the bed and quickly situated himself as well.

“Wait,” he grabbed one of the pillows and lightly tapped my thigh, “lift up for me pet.”

I lifted my hips and he put the pillow under them.

Just a few seconds later, he was leaning down and just barely tracing his teeth against the skin of my breast.

“God damn it, this is going to be embarrassing.”

“Hmm?” I gripped his hair, pulling him up my body so that I could taste his neck.

“I am not going to last much longer,” he groaned, “you feel so good on me pet.”

“That’s fine,” I reassured him, “we’re kind of already pushing our luck on privacy here.”

“True.”

-----

Daesung looked like he was about to melt into my mattress.

“Okay, so I know what I said,” I rolled onto my side to look at him, “but I don’t think you should actually sleep here.”

I started tracing invisible lines along his chest.

“Of course,” he nodded, “just let me,” he waved a hand, “you know.”

“You should at least get dressed,” I prodded him, “just in case.”

“I’ll get dressed when you do.”

“Fine then,” I stood up and almost immediately my knees buckled.

As if he had precognition, Daesung somehow was already sitting up to grab me and redirect my fall onto the bed.

“How did yo-”

“That usually happens,” he seemed a little embarrassed to say it.

“You slut,” I laughed.

“Excuse me?” Daesung feigned offense, “coming from you.”

I shrugged, then flopped down on the mattress.

“Dae-oppaa~” I whined.

“Yes, my pet?”

“Can you get my shorts for me?”

“Of course.”

-----

We were both fully clothed, and just hanging out showing each other things we were finding on our phones when Jiyong texted me again.

From: Llyong Boho Does it have to wait?

I leaned over and showed the message to Daesung.

“Ah,” he sighed, “I suppose he wants his turn.”

“Gross.”

“I didn’t mean like that,” he nudged me with his shoulder, “but he, you know, he likes you. He wants to spend time with you.”

I rolled onto my back and wriggled my way so that I was looking up into Daesung’s face.

“Do you not like me?”

“How can you even ask me that?” He leaned down and kissed me before continuing, “I’m just not possessive.”

“So nothing changes?”

“Not yet,” he smiled down at me, “not until you tell me that something has changed.”

“So you don’t get jealous?”

“I get insanely jealous," he traced a line under my chin with one finger as he spoke, "when it is appropriate to do so.”

“But…?” I urged him to continue.

“I know that we’re not dating. We haven’t made any promises to each other or anything like that. So,” he kissed me again, “there is nothing for me to be jealous about. Text Jiyong.”

I sat up and typed out a not exactly untruthful message.

To: Llyong Boho Yes. We're still hanging out.

I flashed the message to Daesung, who nodded, before I hit send.

“And you’re not going to say anything?”

“What would be the point of me saying something? Just to make people feel bad?”

“You can say Jiyong,” I teased.

Daesung rolled onto his side to fix me with an intense look.

“People,” he said again, emphasizing the plurality. “The only thing that I think will change is that now when I see you I’ll know all the hidden things you’ve done to your body.”

“Yah,” I warned him.

“I might flirt a little bit more,” he pushed himself to sit up, mirroring me, “now that I’m about… let’s say seventy percent sure that you like me a little bit.”

“Seventy? Isn’t that a little high?”

An expression that had just recently been shown to me for the first time flashed across his face.

“Kiss me, pet.”

I leaned forward and easily obliged.

“Again.”

I laughed, this time kissing his cheek.

My phone chimed.

“No no no no no,” he shook his head, “kiss me properly pet.”

I reached up with one hand and combed my fingers into his hair before kissing him again. When I pulled back, I tugged at his lip with my teeth.

“Eighty percent sure.”

“Anyway,” I rolled, both eyes and body, so that I could pick up the phone.

From: Llyong Boho I want to see you, if I can.

“I think he wants me to kick you out.”

“Fair enough,” Daesung hauled himself up from the bed, “it is a bit late for me to be in your room. Who knows what could happen.”

I tried to suppress a laugh.

“By the way,” he paused before opening the door, “yes.”

"Huh?"

"I would say yes."

-----

To: Llyong Boho Meet under the deck?

From: Llyong Boho Sure.

I slipped out of the sliding door. Relief washed over me to see that Jiyong was not already there.

I heard the soft whooshing creak of the door opening overhead, followed by slightly stilted footsteps crossing the deck and coming down the stairs.

"Jagiya?"

"Hmm?"

I could smell him as he approached. The waft of the cigarette in his hand, mixed with cologne and alcohol.

His steps were steady though, so maybe I was wrong.

I thought back to the last time we had been down here. How I had kissed him and left.

I suddenly found the smell of alcohol appealing, in a “ just one shot to steel my nerves” sort of way.

Jiyong leaned against one of the posts, just watching me as he took a drag on his cigarette.

Fine then.

“What’s up?”

He sighed, a long cloud issuing from his lips.

“It’s stupid,” he shook his head, “I’m jealous.”

“What is it this time?” I settled back against the glass that led into my room.

“If you’re tired and need someone to lean on,” he stared at the ground, “I want you to lean on me. That’s what I said, right?”

He laughed, shaking his head again.

“Stupid, like I said,” he finally looked up and met my eye again, “come upstairs with me.”

My eyes narrowed, causing Jiyong to give that self-deprecating laugh again.

“Sorry, I’ve been thinking too much.”

“What about?”

He looked down again. I could see his Adam's apple bob in his throat before he looked back up at me.

“Do you have any feelings left for me?”

As intensely as he had been avoiding eye contact before, he was staring at me now.

I thought of the last month. The grocery shopping, cooking together, spending nights just enjoying having a body next to me in bed, secret kisses, arguments, clothing, warnings…

“I don’t know if I really did to begin with,” I admitted.

Jiyong’s eyes flicked between mine. His eyebrows dipped, and a wry smile tugged at his lips.

“Wh… sorry, what?”

“No, Ji…” I immediately regretted the words. Pushing off the glass, I stepped towards him.

“I don’t mean…” I sighed.

“Then what do you mean?” His voice was sharp, slightly higher than usual. He also stood upright from where he had been leaning.

“Because it sounds to me,” he stepped forward, invading my space enough to make me step back and bump against the glass again, “like what you mean is that I’m the only one who felt anything.”

“Jiyah… I’m,” I shook my head, “I’m not saying that. I just mean that we haven’t really had time to know each other.”

“Time to…?” He hung his head forward as he said it, then shook it again. Rising his eyes to meet mine again, he continued, “I have made time. I even…” he stopped himself. Running his hands through his hair a few times, he gathered himself.

“Jiyo-”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” I insisted.

“No,” that laugh again, “it doesn’t. If you never had any feelings for me, none of this matters.”

“Jiyong,” I took his hand in mine, “listen to me.”

“What? What could you possi-”

I leaned forward and placed my lips on his. He pulled away almost immediately, but at least he was quiet now.

“I said to begin with.”

Jiyong breathed deeply a few times before saying anything else. I knew he would feel compelled to fill the silence, and I was glad to let him do it now that I had pointed out the distinction.

“And now?”

“Now?” I tilted my head, thinking of how to phrase how I felt, “there’s potential.”

“Potential?” He said it like he couldn’t believe I had the audacity.

“What the fuck do you want from me Jiyong? We barely know each other.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” he turned and leaned back against the glass next to me, “I just want you.”

“That’s everything, Ji.”

“Fine, then I want everything.”

We fell into silence, just standing side by side, feeling awful. I was tempted to ask him for a cigarette.

“Why do we keep having this conversation?” is what I asked instead.

“Because you are on my mind all the time,” Jiyong answered, “and I don’t know if I ever even cross yours.”

“Hmm,” I nodded, “you know, and man this is going to sound manipulative…”

Jiyong laughed, a real one this time.

“This whole jealous all the time thing is a pretty big red flag.”

“You’ve mentioned that. Actually,” Jiyong turned to look at my side profile, “you’re not the first woman to tell me that.”

“I need to sleep,” I sighed, “I have more dance filming tomorrow.”

“Come sleep with me.”

I turned my head to look at Jiyong. His eyes were trailing down my body, but lifted to meet mine. “Ji…”

“It was worth a try,” he shrugged.

Standing up straight, he stretched his arms and cracked his neck.

“Well, unless you have any other, um, interruptions to offer me, I guess I’ll head up.”

“Goodnight Jiyong.”

“Alright, alright,” he started towards the stairs, “at least I have potential, right?”

“Goodnight,” I carefully articulated the word.

Jiyong nodded one more time and climbed up the steps.

-----

I checked my phone when I got back into my room.

From: D-Lite I heard some raised tones, are you okay? From: D-Lite He didn’t… figure it out, right? To: D-Lite It’s fine. He just wants everything

I laid on my bed. I could smell Daesung’s cologne on my sheets.

From: D-Lite He gets like that when he likes someone From: D-Lite But you’re okay? To: D-Lite Yes To: D-Lite I am more than okay, actually

I took a picture of my rumpled sheets and sent it to him.

To: D-Lite [image] From: D-Lite If you start flirting with me right now I will come back down there. From: D-Lite And I will make sure that you can not keep quiet this time.

My cheeks immediately heated to approximately the same temperature as the surface of the sun.

To: D-Lite Noted. I will not flirt with you. To: D-Lite Right now.

I quickly set my phone to airplane mode and set it on its charger. Better not to push my luck.

#Date Roulette #DR:TY #Taeyang #Dong Youngbae #Bobby #Kim Jiwon #Mino #Song Minho #Daesung #Kang Daesung #G Dragon #Kwon Jiyong #Kpop #Kpop Fanfic #Big Bang #Winner #iKon

[babybirdgyeom]

“just nod your head.”

summary: four months of trying to convince yourself that you were fine without him later, you saw him again and he once again showed you why you loved him so much. 

word count: 4k

genre: ex-lovers!au | angst with a happy ending 

note: this one is for all of us mino girls out here, struggling to find any winner content. i got you, bitches. pictures are from @winnermillions​ 

You were fighting a battle against your drunk self, your heart against your head, your hidden feelings against the words you told yourself over and over again, for months and months.

‘You don’t need him anymore. You don’t want him anymore.’ But the more you tried to convince yourself, the more you tried to forget about the suppressed memories, locked somewhere deep in the back of your brain, the more you felt like failing. How long would it take you to finally get over him?

Your eyes started to burn, not even blinking, as you blankly stared at his name on your phone, wanting to call him so bad but knowing you shouldn’t.

God, you missed him. Scoffing to yourself, you finally had to admit it to yourself: Maybe, after all the endless tries to convince yourself, you still weren’t over Song Minho. And how could you get over him? It felt almost impossible, no matter how hard you tried to avoid him.

Taking a deep breath you shook your head as if it would help you find happier thoughts. Seunghoon’s bathroom suddenly felt so small and constraining, as if you had no room to breathe. It was time to get up and leave the bathroom, get back to the party and act as if everything was fine, you knew that, but today it felt harder than usual.

Your thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking against the door and asking for you and for once, you were rather thankful to be interrupted while being in the bathroom.

“Come in. I didn’t lock it.”, you said, knowing it was Jinwoo on the other end of the door.

Cautiously, he opened the door to check on you. By now he knew you way too well and without having to say anything, he immediately understood what was going on.

He sat down beside you on the cold floor, his back resting on the bathtub just like yours, two red cups of alcohol in his hands.

“Thought you might want to drown your feelings in alcohol.”, he said soft, a slight comforting smile on his face.

“Did I ever tell you that I love you?”, you asked your friend with the face of an angel before taking a bit gulp of the strong liquor in your cup. It tasted terrible but after all the years, you somehow got used to Jinwoo’s terrible drinks.

He chuckled before giving you a pitiful glance, “Are you ever going to talk to us about it? Or at least to me?”

Sighing, you pressed your lips into a thin line. The music from behind the door was loud and you could feel the bass in your body, despite being in a different room. Certainly, everyone was having fun but for you and you started to feel bad - you definitely never intended to be a killjoy.

“I’m fine, really. Just a bad day.”, you promised him, giving him a bright smile as if to prove that he didn’t have to worry about you.

Scoffing, he shook his head, “You’re a bad liar, (y/n).”

For a minute the two of you just sat in silence, your head resting on his shoulder. Mino and you broke up four months ago and ever since then, you avoided each other as good as possible. The break up wasn’t ugly or dramatic, it was a mutual one, knowing that sometimes the right people meet at the wrong time.

Looking back at it now you hated how mature you tried to be, always understanding every point Mino made and agreed that it was the best to part like this. Both of you wanted to cause no damage but now it felt like you were both just too afraid to fight for something good.

“I’ll be fine.”, you said again, this time more honest. Maybe you weren’t fine right now, but one day you would be.

“I know.”, Jinu said quietly, looking up to the ceiling, “But right now you’re not.”

“I drank too much.”, you whispered, “I get sentimental when I drink.”

“He’s trying to avoid the topic just as much as you.”, he said and for a second your heart froze. The boys tried to not mention him around you, not wanting to upset or hurt you. Sometimes you wondered if they talked to him about you, if they knew how he was handling things, but you never dared to ask.

They were your friends, sure, they would tell you if you asked but you felt like it was hard enough for them to find a balance between you and Mino. In the end, they were Mino’s friends as much as they were yours and even though no one would admit it, the break up affected them too. Starting with small things like feeling awkward around you when Mino’s name was mentioned and ending with more complicated things like making sure that you weren’t invited to the same party.

In very frustrating moments like these you wished they’d just invite both of you. It was quite weird to wish for something so bad while knowing how much it would hurt you. Seeing him would feel painful, like a dagger that gets twisted in your heart but sometimes you thought that at least you’d feel something then.

But you were just dramatic in that moment. Most days you were fine, laughing and loving the world and almost glowing a little bit. Today was just a bad day.

Once again, a long sigh before you suddenly got up, your closest friend looking at you in confusion.

“What are you doing?”, he asked amused at your sudden change of mood.

“We’re going to get wasted.”, you said determinedly.

He laughed at you, “Didn’t you just say you drank too much?”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you opened the door of the bathroom, shrugging lightly, “You can try to stop me. Or you can have a good time with me. It’s up to you.”

He joined you and together, you started to dance in the middle of the living room, surrounded by many other people doing the same. It was loud and you and Jinwoo tried to have a conversation while dancing but fastly gave up, your conversation only consisting of ‘What?’ and ‘I didn’t hear you.’.

Looking around, you felt a bit better. You saw Seungyoon dancing with the rest, his cup in the air and an energetic smile on his face. Seunghoon was chatting up a girl in the corner of his living room and she seemed to be interested. Good for him. There were many more people you recognized and greeted while dancing, the atmosphere making you feel lighter and washing your sorrows away slowly.

One hour, two broken glasses, three beers, four shots and five random people making out later you noticed Seunghoon standing in the kitchen all alone, talking to someone on the phone. Of course, that alone wasn’t anything suspicious but the look on his face definitely was - he almost seemed panicked, something rather unusual for your most carefree friend.

Concentrating on every step you took, trying not to trip, you walked over to him to check if he’s okay. He was still on the phone when you arrived in the kitchen, looking at you with his eyes wide open.

“Dude, don’t be like this.”, he whispered, almost acting a bit secretive, “You’ll only hurt yourself. And her.”

“What’s going on?”, you asked him quietly and he strongly shook his head, as if something terrible was about to happen.

“(Y/n). Wait a second.”, he said to you, covering the microphone on his phone before turning his attention back to the person on the other side, “I have to go. Please, think before you act.”

And with that, he hung up.

“What was that about?”, you asked him curiously. Something was definitely wrong.

“Do you wanna take a walk?”, he suddenly asked you, scratching the nape of his back.

Pinching your eyes, you gave him a mean glance, “Seunghoon, what are you keeping from me?”

Before he could answer, Seungyoon joined the two of you, also looking as if he just saw a ghost. He fastly exchanged a glance with Seunghoon, trying to be as careful as he could but you noticed.

“Okay guys, now you’re just being weird.”, you pouted, wondering if you did something wrong, “Is anyone going to talk to me?”

“Yes.”, Seungyoon said, putting his arm around your shoulder, “Let’s talk outside.”

Uncomfortable was the word that would describe the current atmosphere the best, followed by rushed and maybe even a bit worried. Knowing the guys wouldn’t give in you decided to join Seungyoon on his way out, just wanting to know what exactly was going on and why everyone seemed to be in the picture except for you.

Pushing yourself through the crowd of people, Seungyoon was talking to you but you were looking around for Jinwoo because he still had your phone.

When you found Jinwoo you froze in place at the sight of the man next to him. Two pairs of eyes were already looking at you, seeming to be just as taken aback as you were. Mino was standing across from you, only a few steps away, nothing but a few people dancing in between you two. It felt like ages since you were so close to him - but this time, you couldn’t just walk over to him and give him a kiss. No matter how close he was physical, he still was so far away.

First, you felt a strange wave of nothing, you couldn’t hear the music or feel Seungyoon’s grip on your wrist. To you, it seemed like no one was moving around you, as if your whole surroundings just disappeared.

Shortly after that, you felt everything. Never before have you felt so many emotions before, some stronger than others. Your emotions changed within fractions of seconds, first, you felt confused, wondering what he was doing here. Then you felt peaceful, seeing the person you missed so much right in front of you. After that, you felt lonely, almost even isolated from him, knowing he wasn’t yours anymore. A rush of anger came over you, wondering what exactly he was doing here even though he knew you were here, as if he wanted to hurt you on purpose. But then that wave washed away again, feeling pitiful, because you could see in his eyes that he was going through the exact same you were going through right now.

When you could finally catch a breath again you felt completely overwhelmed. To be honest, you didn’t know how to feel. Should you be happy or sad or angry?

Starting to realize the people around you and the music again you looked away from him but could feel his eyes still were glued to your body.

You looked at Seungyoon, a helpless expression written all over your face.

“I’m so sorry.”, he said to you, “We told him not to come but he-”

For a second he fell silent, looking for the right words. Words that wouldn’t hurt you, words that would give you a good feeling.

“He insisted. He wanted to see you.”, he gulped, “Do you want to go outside?”

For a second you looked over to Mino again, he seemed to feel vulnerable and even though, you didn’t want to hurt him, you had to have a second to yourself.

Forcing yourself to break away from his eyes, you walked straight to the door, not caring if you were bumping into other people. Seungyoon was following you, sitting down beside you on the bench in front of Seunghoon’s building.

Caring, he put his jacket around your shoulders, knowing you’d shake enough from your feelings, so you didn’t have to shiver from the cold in addition.

“He is drunk.”, your friend said, his arm around your shoulder to comfort you a bit. It’s not like you were crying or even saying anything, somehow you didn’t feel sad. A few hours ago you sat in the bathroom, wanting to call him but you didn’t expect to actually see him tonight.

“I know we never talked about it but I need to know.”, you said, your lip was trembling while you spoke, your eyes glued to the ground. It was the middle of the night and you were drunk, so you had to force yourself to sober up to avoid stupid decisions, “What did he tell you about how he handles the break-up?”

Yoon let out a long sigh, knowing he owes you this conversation.

“He doesn’t talk about it a lot. You two are very similar when it comes to that point.”, he scoffed to himself, knowing it was hard to read the two of you, “But we’re not dumb, you know. We know Mino and he’s a bit torn. I think he regrets a lot of things but also tries to get over you.”

Now you were the one scoffing, “That truly sounds similar.”

“Lately, he gets drunk a lot and tries to somehow distract himself but it doesn’t seem to work. He asks about you a lot when he drinks.”, Seungyoon chuckled, “It would be quite cute if it wasn’t such a sad situation. I thought he’s finally letting go but now he’s here so I guess I was wrong.”

Suddenly, Jinwoo came running up to you, almost a bit out of breath, pointing to Seungyoon, “Get upstairs and take care of him. I’ll talk to (y/n).”

Agreeing, the two of them gave each other a worried glance before Seungyoon left you alone with Jinwoo.

“Do you want to leave?”, he asked you, “If this is too much for you, you can stay at my place.”

Shaking your head, you shrugged, “What does he want?”

“I’m not sure. He only tells me that he wants to talk to you.”

“I’m so confused.”, you laughed like a crazy woman, still not knowing what to think, “Is he drunk? Angry? Sad? What in the world is going on, Jinwoo?”

“He seems calm. Not too drunk, just really desperate to talk to you.”, he gave you a small smile.

Interrupting the two of you, Mino was walking out of the door, looking at you, “Talk to me.”, he said loudly, not daring to walk over to the bench you were sitting on.

Your friend next to you gave you a questioning look, “Should I go?”

After you gave him a small nod he got up and you waited where you were for Mino to come over to you.

He stood in front of you, his now red hair looked frizzy and you wanted to scold him for not taking better care of it, you told him a thousand times to used conditioner.

“Can I sit down? Or do you want to take a walk?”, his voice was still sweet like honey and he bit his lip nervously, a habit you always thought was rather cute. It was ridiculous how weak you were for him after all - you should feel angry at him for ruining this party and just show up after four months of silence but after all, he was your Mino. Nothing mattered when he was around you, it has always been like that.

“Let’s take a walk.”, you said, getting up and breathing in sharply, hoping the cold night air would sober you up.

He was right beside you and your eyes were glued to your shadow on the street, making him look so much taller than you. It felt strangely familiar to walk next to each other like that, as if you just did it yesterday, except for the tense atmosphere between you.

“Talk.”, you said coldly after a few steps. The streets were wet and you had to be careful with every step you took. You didn’t want to sound mean but it was your defense mechanism, better mean than vulnerable.

“I didn’t think I’d get this far.”, he admitted, “So I don’t know how to start.”

“Why are you here, Mino? We haven’t talked in months and now you suddenly can’t wait anymore?”, you asked, looking up at him. It’s been too long since you were this close to his face and it was still as breathtaking as you remembered it to be.

His eyes met yours and you could swear that he was pouting a bit at the sight of you being so close to him.

He gulped before looking back to the street, walking very slowly.

“It’s our anniversary.”, he said quietly.

Immediately you let out a small gasp, realizing today’s date. You completely forget. “It would have been three years today.”, you said just as quiet as he did before, a wave of bittersweet melancholy washing over you.

“It’s not fair of me to just come here and ruin your evening, I’m sorry, it was thoughtless. But I saw a picture of you on snapchat and before I knew, I was on my way here.”, he said, his hands in his pockets and his shoulder brushing yours every now and then.

For a second no one said anything, both of you trying to figure out what to do next while your feet were carrying you around the neighborhood.

Without any warning, Mino suddenly stopped in his place, looking at a wall. Immediately, you froze too, wondering what happened to him.  

“What happened?”, you suddenly asked him, taking a step closer to him. He looked like he saw a ghost, his face pale.

Pointing to a wall, a small smile formed on his face, “Don’t you remember?”

Looking around you realized what he was talking about. You chuckled, “Our first kiss.”

“It’s been so long.”, he said, almost looking a bit happy, “I can’t believe we had our first kiss against a wall in some weird alley like this.”

“It was romantic.”, you shrugged, “Don’t talk bad about it.”

Now he gave you a real smile, one that actually reached his eyes, “It was awkward. I remember asking you if it was okay.”

“Very polite of you.”, you said amused, “You told me to just nod my head if I’d want it too.”

“I remember that.”, he leaned against the wall. More than three years later, he still was the most handsome man to you even though his appearance changed so much. The young boy now was a man, tattoos and piercings decorating his body. His face looked older now, his features sharper and you wouldn’t say this out loud because he’d be insecure about it but he slowly started to get wrinkles on his forehead even though he still was a bit too young for that.

It felt peaceful to just be with him, it felt so right and easy. But you knew that it wasn’t. After all, you two broke up because you had reasons for it.

“Mino, let’s talk.”, you said a bit more serious again, “We drifted apart. Some days we only fought, not saying a single nice word to each other. It’s good to see you but let’s not forget about how sad the ending was.”

You were standing opposite him, the distance between you wasn’t too big but still big enough to stop yourself from doing something you might regret later. The smile on his face vanished and he nodded, feeling guilty, “It’s still sad.”, his voice was quiet.

“The ending is still very sad, (y/n).”, he repeated himself, this time a bit clearer before running his hand through his hair, “So many things remind me of you and I miss you. I know we mutually agreed to break up but I wish I hadn’t.”

That’s exactly what you thought, too. You two should have tried harder instead of just ending things, you knew that now. But still, you were afraid of hurting even more if you tried again and failed a second time. You decided to stay quiet and let Mino continue to talk for now.

“Can I ask you something?”, he didn’t look at you, his glance avoiding yours.

“Sure.”, you simply answered, a bit anxious.

“Did you ever think about calling me? Like, did you ever almost dialed my number but then decided against it?”

You took a deep breath, “Sure I did.”

Apparently, he still knew you better than anyone else. It hit you like the cold night air hit your face.

“When did you do that the last time?”, he asked again, once again hitting the mark.

“About four hours ago.”, you admitted, almost mumbling because you somehow felt ashamed of him reading you like a book.

He suddenly looked into your eyes, a pained expression in his eyes, his eyebrows narrowed. It seemed like he didn’t expect that answer.

“(Y/n).”, his hand reached out for yours and you took it without giving it a second thought, “I know we fell apart but I want us back together.”

There you stood, in front of Mino, holding his hand, only a small distance between the two of you. He looked down into your eyes and you let out a sigh, not knowing what to say.

“You don’t have to say anything.”, he almost whispered, gently holding your chin in his free hand, “Just nod your head if I can kiss you.”

You nodded slowly, chuckling slightly because of the cheesy remark you heard once before. Mino’s lips found yours and a small firework was going off inside your stomach. His lips were soft and warm in contrast to the cold night sky. Your nose brushed his and his thumb was caressing your jawline as he carefully moved your bodies so your back was leaning against the wall, his chest pressing against yours.

It reminded you a lot of your first kiss, except this one was more passionate, a certain degree of longing in it. He freed his hand from yours just to grab your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Slowly breaking away from the kiss, he gave your forehead a kiss, one of his hands in your hair.

You looked at him and he looked at you, his eyes full of love and relief. It has been too long since you felt this alive and you didn’t ever want to lose that feeling again.

“I could get used to the lip ring.”, you joked lightly, wanting to see his smile.

And he gave you one, a big and bright one, one that you missed so much.

“I love you, (y/n).”, he said reassuring, “Now let me kiss you again and again and again, please.”

“Sounds like a perfect night to me.”

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[jjun4thitboy]

[12:26am] making out with bad boy!jaemin in his bed under red neon lights coming through his window

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[atinytokki]

The Windy Road

iv. Hongjoong 

“You’re...real.”

Mingi completely ignored the thief’s question, staring wide-eyed at him before offering a hesitant hand to where he had unceremoniously dumped him.

“Yes, of course I’m real,” the boy huffed, rejecting Mingi’s hand and standing on his own. The shock present in his eyes only a second ago was gone. “What did you think I was- a ghost?”

Mingi watched him brush the dust off himself with a slack jaw. He tried to answer but only a few strangled noises came out and the mysterious boy’s face hardened in response.

“How do you know that name?” The boy repeated, softer this time. Mingi shook himself out of it and pointed to the diary, still protectively grasped by the thief.

“It’s in there. Hyunseok, the boy who... well, the boy who died. His mother wrote about it.”

“You thought I was him,” the boy sighed in recognition, looking away. The market continued to bustle around them and the boy suddenly took Mingi’s hand. “Follow me. We should speak somewhere private."

Mingi should have refused. He would already be in trouble for leaving alone, but he was just too curious about this boy who wasn’t Hyunseok’s ghost, but knew the name.

So he let himself be led beyond the market and along the street for a stretch before they veered off-road and approached the coast. They stopped at the top of the cliff, with the beach empty below.

Mingi forced himself to be patient and keep his mouth shut until the boy was ready to speak.

The boy wet his lips as if to say something, but halted mid-breath and sighed again. “Why couldn’t you just keep to yourself?” He asked quietly, almost to be mistaken as talking to himself. The wind tousled his mop of hair and it was almost like Mingi wasn’t there at all.

Mingi scoffed and took a seat in the grass, wary of the cliffside in front of him. “Look, I’ve been around the country before. I’ve seen a lot in all of the different houses I’ve lived in. But let me tell you, you don’t just come to a cottage, find out the previous owners recently died, keep spying a trespasser in your backyard, and discover a hidden diary about a dead boy and not try to investigate.”

For all his confident talk, Mingi was very much eyeing the beach with a cautious glance. His mother had been very clear in telling him not to go there, not during typhoon season at least. The previous owners of their house had died only a couple weeks ago. And the wind was picking up again, dark clouds on the horizon speeding toward them.

“And I believe you- ghost thief, or boy in the bushes, or whoever you are- have some explaining to do.”

Attention officially redirected, Mingi crosses his arms impertinently and waited for a response.

The boy cracked a tiny smile at his nicknames before sobering and sitting down next to Mingi. He rubbed the back of his neck and kept his gaze on the sea. “It’s all so complicated,” he mumbled. “And I don’t even know you.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Mingi was practically pleading now, dropping the tough facade to give the boy his most earnest expression.

The stranger pouted back at him before his eyes seemed to unlock, resistance fading as he turned the diary over in his hands and began.

“Hyunseok was my older brother. He died before I was born, and for many years my parents wouldn’t talk about him. I just wanted to know as much as I could,” he admitted softly, gently stroking the side of the little book with his thumb. “This is all that’s left.”

It hit Mingi like a load of bricks.

“If your mother was the one who wrote this...” he realised aloud. “...then those were your parents who—“

“Yes,” the boy cut him off, refusing to look at him but staring again into the sea, his face a convoluted map of sorrow, longing, and anger.

Mingi felt pity well up inside him. “So it is your house, then,” he told the boy, shifting uncomfortably. “You weren’t trespassing after all.”

“You threatened me if you caught me there again,” the boy explained. “But I had come for the book- the last thing I have left of them- so I came back one last time, intending to stay away once I had it. I really did intend to stay away.”

Here he turned to face Mingi. “There’s nothing I can say or do to make you and your family go away. You moved into my house and... I live elsewhere now. That’s that. You don’t need to tell your parents you met me.”

He sounded resigned, but somewhere very deep inside was heartbroken that he had been forced to leave.

“Well, where do you live now?” Mingi’s brows drew together in concern. “Not actually in a bush, I hope.”

If the boy appreciated Mingi’s attempt to lighten the mood, he didn’t show it. “With my other relatives in their ancestral home. Not far from here.”

“Do they know you’ve been coming back by yourself?” Mingi asked, semi-aware that he was sticking his nose in too far again, but unable to stop his snowballing curiosity.

The boy actually blushed and turned away again. “No. But I honestly don’t think they’d notice. Everything is... well, everything is in chaos right now. It has been since that night.”

Again, that look was in his eyes and Mingi was scrambling to find something encouraging to say. “I-I’m sorry for your loss. Really.”

It all tumbled out in a bedraggled heap, Mingi’s face burning scarlet with embarrassment that it had taken him this long to say it. He wrung his hands and went back to watching the waves.

Again the sentiment seemed to go ignored, but for a slight wistful shake of the head from the boy.

“What’s your name?” Mingi asked when an acceptable amount of silence had been passed between them and he had made the decision to befriend the boy.

“Kim Hongjoong.”

“I’m Song Mingi,” Mingi offered a sweaty hand and tacked on with an embellishment, “Eleven years old.”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow and accepted the handshake. “I’m twelve.”

Again Mingi was fighting the blush that swelled in his cheeks. He had been certain this boy was younger than him.

He had also been certain he was a good-for-nothing thief, but that had clearly been false. This was a victim, not a mischief maker.

“Well, nice to meet you, I guess.”

Hongjoong smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, but he was trying. “You too. I should probably be getting back.”

Together they stood and brushed themselves off, Mingi trying to create a sustainable olive branch to offer.

“It’s alright if you want to come around again some time,” he finally said as they began walking back the way they came. “I won’t yell at you, I promise.”

“You can’t say the same for your brother, though,” Hongjoong pointed out offhandedly.

“Why, have you met him too?” Mingi’s brow furrowed in confusion. He had been fairly sure Minseok hadn’t ventured outside hardly at all in their stay at the cottage so far.

“No, just seen him through the windows.” Hongjoong’s eyes slid over inquisitively, curiosity worn openly on his face for the first time. “He seems... troubled.”

Mingi chuckled but had to concede the point. “I guess he is. He’s just upset we had to move here, like he always is when we relocate.”

“It must be hard,” Hongjoong acknowledged softly, peeking up at him with a hint of pity in his eyes. “Moving around so much.”

Not as hard as your parents drowning unexpectedly, Mingi wanted to say. But he thought better of it and shrugged it off instead. “I suppose I’m used to it by now. It’s just difficult to make and keep friends.”

Hongjoong smiled again, this one more real and heartfelt. “Well, you’ve got me now.”

He spoke as if it were an indisputable fact. As if the ten minutes the two of them had known each other outweighed all the broken friendships and long distance struggles of the past. Mingi didn’t have the heart to deny him.

“So, we’re friends?”

“Yes. Let’s be friends.”

...

A/N: The mystery is solved (mostly)! I wrote this in two hours last night but I promise I'm working on the main series too, you can expect it later this week :) Leave some comments and reblogs if you enjoyed!

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[ikonic-eve]

TENDAE

WARNING:

This story mighful contains with smut and fluffy scene. I'm sorry if this story sounds more cringe or whatever you said but I wrote it like this because I got some inspired by some true story (but I wrote it in fluffy way bcs I love fluffy cliches sorry not sorry)

Ps. I'm sorry for the grammars though xo Luv yall.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Bobby!"

Suddenly you shouted, when something smell like sweat flopped on your head suddenly. You took it quickly, showed your disgusted face as you realized what the heck is it. You glare at the person who did it to you, while you placed the uniform next to you.

"Don't you see I'm just eating right now?"

"No, you just have eating exactly."Bobby turned his head to your gangs, greeted them once by once. Lisa, Rose and Jennie greeted him back. They now just have watched your drama with him. "Bring it, okay?"

You know what it means. It means you should laundry his uniform for godness sake. You sighed, done with his behavior. "Where are you going? You want to run away again from school, huh?"

Bobby grinned unapologizely to you. He then pat your head, that you could see your favorite black hair-tie is on his wrist. Suddenly he grabbed the pop-candy you sucking right now, then he put it out in his mouth before you protested. "Today's subject must be sucks. See you."

He wink his eye while he feel the candy, going through his friends that already waiting him. He put the bag on his right shoulder, walk casually with his white-shirt and his uniform pant. You watch his back that getting far and far, and find him tossed around his friends.

"I swear your best friend is really hot,"Lisa commented, watching Bobby with her chin on her backhand. "No wonder every girls not mind to open their leg for him."

"Don't tell me you thirsty with him too, Lisa?"Rose rolled her eyes.

"What? I don't steal what my friends have." Lisa glanced to you, smirked.

You laughed. "Nobody own him actually. Go ahead."

Bobby suddenly turn his head, and his eyes looked at you directly. He stared at you with his bunny smile, gave some warmth in your stomatch without reason. He hold the candy stick which appeard from the corner of his mouth playfully, teased you. You just rolled your eyes, give him some of go-fuck-yourself sight.

"I saw your hair-tie on his hand,"said Jennie, smirked.

You raised your eyebrow confusedly while staring at Jennie. "So what?"

"Y/N, don't you know there is a speech that if you wore someone's hair-tie it means you'll be his?"

You suddenly watched Bobby from afar that running his finger along his hair. Your eyes looked at the hair-tie on his wrist directly, stilll can't remember since when the hair-tie is on his wrist. Bobby nodded his head politely to some girls who tried to catch his attention.

You shrugged your shoulder, stood up and brought the wet smelly uniform on your hand carefully. You didn't know while you walked out from cafetaria, Bobby just watched your back and smile softly. Bobby glance over hair-tie on his wrist, his mind flashing back to few days ago.

You and him was lying together on his bed, watching the movie you streamed on his laptop. You just watched the romance drama, did not talking while watching the movie. Suddenly Bobby broke the silence, pointed out the scene.

"Why the girl put her hair-tie down on his wrist?"

You made up your position on his hug comfortably. "She wanted to mark him as hers by put it down there."

"Why don't she just give him some hickeys? It could be the best mark he had."

You glared at him. "This is why some dirty-minded as you will never ever happen to be director romance movie."

Bobby laughed so hard when he heard you commented on his opinion. Suddenly, he watched your hair from his chin. And he realized that you did not tied your hair so he can't found your hair-tie. So he keep the idea, then focused back to the movie with you.

"YO!"

You startled, when you felt the cold touched your cheek sudddenly. You've been in daydreaming since you ride the bus to go home after school finished. No wonder why you being surprised as something cold touch your cheek. You feel like your spirit come back to your body suddenly when you're not ready. You lifted yout head, already to cursed but your eye catched Bobby was standing with your favorite drink on your cheek.

"Bobby!"

Suddenly you hear someone calling his name. Both your head looked at the source, saw the beautiful girl sit down near your seat. She looked at Bobby with her sweet smile. "My next side is empty. Come sit here."

Bobby smiled to the girl who offered him the seat. Here it is what you mean of Bobby such as playboy. He have so many girls fall for him, crushing him. You leaned your back on the chair with no care.

"Thank you,"said Bobby. Suddenly you feel his hand touched your head. "Next time I will."

You frowned, lifted your head to see Bobby. Bobby give you his bunny smile, give you signal to move. You moved aside to give him the seat, then accepted the bottle Bobby offered.

"Why don't you sit with her?"

"I want to sit here,"Bobby take your drink, opened it and drink it anyway. You saw your hair-tie on his wrist, still wondering since when it already on his wrist.

"Hei, wanna go theatre?"

Bobby give back your drink. Suddenly, your memory was playing what's happened last night. You feel your cheek getting hot, so you didn't look back at him.

"What's movie?"

Bobby uphold his body, then he pulled something from his pocket pants. Your eye still landed on his wrist, while you still make a hypotesis maybe he take it when you did it last night. Yes, it must be already happen.

He raised it to you, so you can read the ticket with tittle 'Cruella.' Suddenly you forget your thought as you read the tittle. You look at him with your shining eye, then nodded agreely. "Let's go."

So both of you stopped at halte near from theatre. In theatre, Bobby sat next to you eating popcorn comfortably. You are yawning while commercials are playing before the movie started up, put your head on his shoulder. You could smell his sweat and his masculine scent you love from his body right now. You could feel the moving by his hand that busy put the popcorn to his hungry mouth while your head is on his shoulder.

Slowly the lamps started go off, the diplayed start expanded. Bobby put his head on chair, sit comfortably. You and him then started to focused on movie, without talking anymore.

But after a long time, Bobby whispered. "Her hair so cool. What do you think if I dyed half like that?"

"And you're gonna curled it up?"

"If you don't mind."

"Why do you asking my permission? Do what you want."

"I'll take that as yes."

You sighed but without any reason you can't able to hold your smile. You didn't realize Bobby glance over you, smiling too. Sometimes you and him keep spitting the comment about movie, sometime chuckled together because the small conversation you had, or just sat relax while enjoy the snacks and movie.

"Doesn't it cold?"

Bobby suddenly grabbed your hand, and holding it with his wide palms. You feel warm a little bit by his action, and nodded whil your eyes focusing to the screen. You did not realized for million times, Bobby looking at you unstoppable. He looking at you with his spark in his eyes, as you are the firework shining the whole of darkness of this studio.

Jesus christ, Bobby had fallen too deep with you.

After the movie finished, you guys went home and it's already dusk. You and him walked together after rode the bus to the place where you are living.

"I'm hungry,"said Bobby suddenly.

You looked at him. "Wanna some pizza?"

Bobby looked happy and nodded. "Let's order it and take it home."

"Great idea,"you agreed. You stopped at pizza restaurant, ordered some pizza. While waiting the order finished, you and him watch the outside together. You watched the outside. Suddenly you saw the small raindrops fell down. Again, again and again untill it became the rain. "Woah, it's rain."

Bobby stood up to take the order, then walk to you. "Did you bring umbrella?"

You shaked your head. "Sadly, no."

Bobby grinned. He pulled your hand gently, then opened the door. You could heard how heavy the rain right now. The smell of petrichor greeted your nose gently, give you comfort vibes. You looked at Bobby that smile to you. "Let's run."

"You crazy!"

But afterwards you and him run quickly under rain. Both of you holding hands, laughing so hard until the water come in your mouth. You two run the watery road together, like a reckless child did not care anything. The raindrops hit your face strongly but you didn't care. You and him keep running, laughing unconditionally untill you reached your home.

You two stood up together in the front of house. You tried to find the key home, with shaking hand because the wind touched your skin. "It's so cold!"

Bobby come closer to you, then he touched your pale lip shaking. You could feel his cold finger on your lip, sweep it gently. You watched his soft eye while he looking at your lip. Bobby still touched your lips, but his eye now landed on your eyes. Impatiently, you pull up his head and kissed him.

You closed your eyes, feel the fire burning your lip. Bobby touched your cheek with his hand gently, his lip sucked your lower lip softly. You pull up his hair, tiptoed your feet to reached him more closer. He placed his other hand on your waist to feel your body. You two are wet because the rain but it feel so hot between the two of you.

You feel his tongue on your mouth, checked all of your teeth that made you moaned. Bobby do the kissed intensely, give you some gooseboomps. Bobby sucked your tongue, made you choking by surprised. You moaned again by his kissing skill. It more intense and intense, the way he sucked and tied your tongue, made you melt down and can't stood up normally.

You almost fallen if Bobby not catched you impulsively. Bobby give you time to breathe, so now you two are staring each other desperately. Bobby placed his forehead onto yours, you feel his warm breath upon your lips. You held him by your hand around his neck. Your breast rubbed his chest, while your clothes dripping the water. You stared at him deeply. You could see how burned his eye right now, full of passion.

"Doesn't it feel satisfying to run under the rain?"Bobby whispered.

You smiled and nodded. "Take the responsibility if I got sick because you."

"Come on,"said Bobby when he grinned. "Nobody ever getting sick with me even you"

You rolled your eye sarcastically when you hear him playing the word around. "What a narcissist."

Bobby chuckled when you said it to him right in front of his face. Then you looked at his lips again. Then his eyes. He do the same, hesitationly. Bobby then give you a peck of kiss. "Shall we come in?"

You gave the key home to Bobby, he opened it in few seconds. Both of you came in together then closed the door. Bobby threw the pizza away carelessly. He pushed you on the door, kissed you passionately. You could feel how passionate Bobby kissing you right now, how hard Bobby sucked your lips now. You moaned again, call his name.

After run of breathe, he release your lips. With his husky voice, he looked at you with his smile on his lips.

"Let's eat some pizza."

"Take a shower first,"you said while you checked your hair that wet by the raindrop. "Your clothes is on the right side second place."

"Aye, aye,"said Bobby and he let you go. It's not strange to know that you have much Bobby clothes in your home because Bobby too often almost everyday sleep in your place.

After you've done showering, you saw Bobby sit comfortably on the couch with a slice pizza on his mouth. He already make up his appearance with his black hoodie that he found from your wardrobe. His hair looked semi-wet, fall messly in his forehead. He's look cute right now.

He offered you a slice of pizza with his pizza on his mouth. You sit next to him, accepted his offer and start to bite. "This is the best pizza."

"I know right,"said Bobby, agree with your opinion. "If someday I'll have kids, I'll give them pizza. They must try it."

You chuckled when he said something odd like that. "It's difficult to think you're gonna be a father someday."

"What's make it sound strange?"

"I don't know,"you chew your pizza. "You look so carefree and I don't think you want to have any kid."

"To be honest, I'm scared of them."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just think like they could broken whenever I touched them."

You took the coke can, and drink it with pleasure. Eat pizza with soda as drinking is such a combination menu from Heaven. Bobby do the same, drink his coke then took another pizza again.

"Y/N.."

You turned your head to him, as you busy chewed the pizza calmly. "Hm?"

"Have you ever fall in love with someone?"

You choked. You hardly trying to gulping your eating, forced it with coke you go drinking so they can in through the throat. "Why suddenly?"

"I don't know what the else we could discussed about,"he shrugged his shoulder.

"But why? I think there is so many thing you want to know about me than—"

"I knew everything about you already."

You stared at him, then drink your coke again. When you licked your lips to feel the waste of taste the Coke, Bobby still looked at you with a grin. "What's the most favorite flavor of popcorn that I like?"

You just asked that randomly, only to tested him. But you raised your eyebrow when you heard what he replied like. "You like an original one, the salty."

You started to analyze what he said. Are you? You frowned your forehead, thinking back. And... after a few seconds you realized that. Yeah, you liked the original popcorn. You prefer it than the caramel one.

"I don't even know what I like until you told me,"you mumbled. Bobby laughing when he heard you said it definitely. "What's the last thing I...hm..."

But Bobby already cut your word when you still thinking to make a question for. "The last thing you studied was physics, the last thing happened that make you really panicked was one week ago when you got on your period. The last thing you ever crying about is—"

You raised both your hands, cut his word. You just still can't get over about the fact how Bobby really know well about you even in the small thing you didn't realize to. Bobby give you his characteristic bunny smile that melt you down.

"I did know everything about you."

"You must be a stalker for the rest of my life,"suddenly you said that with a sigh. "But in another case, I just realized how could be my 18 years old is trapped with you."

"It's more as blessed trap?"Bobby teased you.

"Of course,"you nodded and give him smile. But then your smile gone. "If I was your fans."

Bobby laughed so hard, got the point of what you mean already. You feel your stomatch already full, so you just lied on the couch, close to the pizza box. Bobby still eating, while you just yawning but not sleepy. You just enjoy the moment you had with him, again.

"Bobby.."

"Yeah?"

"I want to know, since when you made the song you sang last night?"

Bobby put the last bite on his mouth. "Hmm...Two month ago."

You look at him, watch his behaviour while he keep eating. It's fun to watch him eating his favorite food, his mouth can't stop to chewing and his eye look so happy everytime he saw the pizza. You hug your knee, made your bare leg showed.

"Actually it's not only a song."

Bobby turned his head to you. He looked at you directly with his smiley eye, give you some butterfly in stomatch. But before you say anything, your phone ringing suddenly. You took the phone, saw the uknown number on the screen. You accept it without any suspicious.

"Hello, babygirl."

You frowned when you hear the familiar voice. Then, you laughed as you remember who is the owner of the voice is. "Hi too...Mino?"

Bobby suddenly stop eating, watching you seriously. Before you answered Mino words, Bobby slightly grab your phone and hang up. You surprised, then tried to take the phone but failed.

"I don't like him."

You raised your eyebrow. "He's your friend."

A few seconds later, you chuckled. He staring at you confusedly, didn't understand what are you laughing about. "You should see your face right now. It's so fun."

Bobby keep silent, did not talking anything. He gave back your phone, feeling sorry after being a childish one. "Sorry."

You giggled. "That's fine. Not a big deal, literally."

You straighten your leg, streching your arm to make you more relax. Bobby leaned his back on the couche casually, with his leg wide open, your knee touched his knee. "Wait a seconds."

Bobby already stood up, walking to his bag. He opened it then took something from it. After found the thing he searched, he raised it so you can see what it is. "Nail polish!"

Bobby walked to you in excitement too. He sat next tou you, your shoulder rubbed against his. You took the black nail polish one, and you looked so happy. Bobby is the same, seemed glad to saw you became excite by his gift. You play the bottle, read the brand. Your eyes bigger, then you give Bobby the shook sight.

"Bobby, this is the expensive one. You crazy."

"I bought it when I ran from the class today,"he grinned, didn't think it's a big problem. "You desperately want it but dont have any time to go shopping, right?"

"Yeah, but well—"

"Take it, princess."

Bobby nodded. You two staring each other. You felt the hearbeat getting increased while he keep staring you, made something fly over in your stomatch strangely. He then smiled softly, so you did nothing but smile back to him. "Of course I would take it, why not."

You grabbed his left hand, then you push his sleeve hoodie to see his hand. You placed the hand onto your thigh, then you opened the nail polish. Bobby sit comfortably beside you, watching you busy with the polish thing. You started do polish on his nail seriously.

"Your hand really big,"you commented on his hand. "Why my hand look so tiny here when it compared to yours."

"Yes, your hand so small,"he started to teased you, smirked.

"Doesn't it ridiculous to think that we are in the same age but you getting taller than me since puberty? Dude, it's not fair."

Bobby chuckled when he heard your mumbling. After you finished, you raised his hand to saw the result. You look satisfied with the result, showed it proudly to him. "Cool."

Bobby nodded, saw the black nail on his left hand. You still looking at his wide hand, then you flip it so now his palm is on top. Bobby watching what are you doing, as you placed your hand on his palm. Now his palm rubbed against yours, because you busy placed the your finger and you shake your head and laughing.

"Look, my fingers only half size of yours."

Bobby laughed too. "Cute."

"Noooo, I hate it."

"What's wrong with it? It looked cute still, though. You're such a witch if you had long finger with this tiny body."

"Don't you just body shamed me, dude?"

Bobby laugh playfully, when he saw you annoyed. Bobby suddenly petting your hair gently, his eyes staring at you peacely. "I just want to say you are cute, Y/N."

You freezed, your mind blank when he said it with his soft low voice. You feel warm and cool at the same time, while he do it to you. You could see your hair-tie on his wrist, made you more insane.

Bobby really lost his mind when he saw your eyes. He drowning in your eyes already, the logic already gone everytime he saw you. He really wished he could say how much he loves you but he can't. He always wanted to but he can't be able to do because his mind always full with the doubt. He scared if he's gonna lose you if he tell you what does he feel about you.

He just feel like he doesn't deserve you. At all.

You saw his face, that really close each other. Then you said it playfully. "Such a bad liar."

Bobby giggled and smiled sweetly to you.

Yes, Y/N. Call him a bad liar, for not able being such a best friend for you. Because he really hungry, he really wanting you so desperstely but it's hard to tell you directly. He wish his kiss would give you some signal but you never responded him anyway.

What are we?

Bobby still wondering himself what kind of relationship he having with you untill now. It feels like you are his family, in the other side his best friend because you knew everything from his bad side and know how to help him covered it. Like a partner in crime.

But... if only a friend with a family bond, then why did you kiss and holding hands like a couple do?

Back in eleven, Bobby found out he fallen in love with you. He did not know since when he loving you, but he realized it as you two are in eleven. Bobby still remember how pretty you were when you running to him trying to catch the basket ball from his hand but failed. Bobby keep teasing you, made you more frustated but laughing as a response.

Before you could beat him, he already threw the ball on the ring accurately. He looked so proud, leave you there with eyes rolling. You were ran of breath, standing in the corner of field watching him play around with his ball.

Bobby ran to you, ran of breath too. He teased you, love to make you annoyed. You really annoyed, so you just replied his teased with your cruel word but he didn't bothered at all. You left him, let him keep teasing beside you.

You tried to found your hair tie, and you tying your hair slowly. The wind blow your hair, make your hair shake a little. You did not realize while you busy tying your hair up, Bobby watching you and he freezed as he saw how beautifull you are as the wind blow his face.

It'a like a slow motion, as you finished your thing then looked at him directly. His eyes met yours, locked each other. And it that time, Bobby almost forgot how to breathe and his heart suddenly hurt. You still looked at him, waiting if Bobby wanted to say something but Bobby still silent.

"Bobby?"

The owner of the name startled when called, reality hitted him back to the real. And Bobby realized even though he still not understand what happen. He already fallen in love with his childhood, without he cant handle.

Years by years, you two enjoyed the time together. You guys spent the time together at same school, so do you when you back to home. You two always together, do everything togetther unseparatedly. You both grown up together, with a more than brother-sister chemistry.

Bobby smiled as his mind flew over to the past. You already finished made his nail ger polished. Suddenly Bobby pull you, make you lost balance and fall on top of him. You smakced his chest because surprised. "You too tough!"

"Sorry,"he grinned and hug your head. You could heard his heartbeat by this position, because your ear is on his chest. You smell his scent that stronger than usual because the soap he used while he take shower here. You tried to positioning your body comfortably, let Bobby do what he want right now.

"Y/N..."

You lifted your head to see him when he mumbling your name. You raised your eyebrow, give him such a smile. Bobby suddenly touch your fallen hair, ran his finger on your hair then placed it behind your ears. You watched his face that looked with mix-feeling while he focused on your hair.

"What do you think of me?"

"Suddenly?"You chuckled when heard the word he said about. You placed your hand on his chest to keep your balance on his stomatch. "You Bobby."

"More specific,"he sighed.

"Brother?"

Ah, here we go again. The status 'more than friends, stronger than brother' you always said to him. You staring his expression right now, seemed confused and disapointed like you used to seen.

"I don't want to lose you,"finally you said that words and kissed his cheek a second.

Bobby could smell your scent when you placed a kiss on his cheeks, also your shampoo because your hair fallen onto his face. Before you tried to stand your body, Bobby pulled your hand and push you so now you and him switched the position. You under him, feel his weigh on your body with his face right in front of your face. You saw his eyes, full with the feelings.

"Y/N, why don't we try?"

"I don't understand what you mean,"you told him with a giggled. You keep your denial acting to avoid his request, trying to not make it a conversation anymore.

In the other side, Bobby looked so hopelessly want to tell you how deep he love you for a long time. He feel sad also lonely as you rejected him with your pretending act as you did not get his point actually. Bobby really hate this relationship, where his position is only such a best friend and brother for you. It's closest position, but not the best position to make your his.

He want to be your partner.

Bobby sighed, then placed his head on your shoulder. Again. He feel the scent on your skin, mixed with his hoodie you wore right now. He really love this scent. He never told you that he loves to see you wear his clothes, so nobody would try to make you being someone's girlfriend by his clothes.

"Let's do it,"suddenly you break the silence.

He lifted his head, staring at you disbelief. "You—"

But you cut his word by your instantly kiss. You push his head onto you, to make you more intense play with his lip. He give the good response, kiss you back and then dominated all of the game again. He kissed you passionately, make your head fuzzy and lightly.

Oh. He almost thought what you mean try is the relationship, while you mean is this pleasure. He laughing pathetically to himself.

Bobby realeased your lips, kiss your chin then go through your neck. You lifted your head, give him some access to running his tongue down there. You pulled up his hair, feel his tongue lick your neck gently. You startled, when Bobby sucked your skin and bite it. After that he give you some licks again then go back to your lips again.

"Does it hurt?"

His husky voice sounds sensual, give you that damn goosebumps. His hand running across your neck, touch the part he bited before.

You shaked your head. "Go ahead."

Bobby kissed you again and again. Too deep, untill you can't handle yourself to stood still. You just feel burned up even sweating because your behavior. His breathe tickles you, give you some butterfly on stomatch. He licked your ear, give you more surprised.

"Hmm...Ah.."

"You like it,"whispered sensually Bobby while he kiss your ear and neck. Bobby's hand touch your breast softly, and squish it. You lifted your head, puffed out your chest by his act. It's feel strange but fun to do. You could feel how Bobby's hand grope it give you some pleasure you had never been before.

You grabbed his hand, drained by your pleasure. Bobby kissed you again, give you double pleasure. While you enjoyed the kiss, you did not realize Bobby's hand now busy to take of your clothes. As he released your kiss, looking down to see your breast with your black bra.

You covered your breast, feel embarassed suddenly because you never showed it to anyone. Bobby grabbed your hand, then he kissed you again. Suddenly Bobby held and carried you in bridal style. He placed you to the bed, then kissed you passionately. Bobby just can't stopped himself to tasted your lips. It's feel like something he addicted to, more than drugs. He keep kissing you, still not enough with your lip. When he took a second to give you breathe, he distancing you and open his hoodie.

You watched him shirtless now, with abs that shaped his stomatch. Your cheek feel hot right now, so you turn your head. Bobby grinned when saw your shy reaction, come over to you. He lifted your chin with his hand, then he dropped the kiss on you once.

He looked at you intensely, made your heart beating faster. Shakingly, you touched his moisted chest. Bobby kissed you more intense. You closed your head, feel warm by his act. His hand running through your neck, rubbed your skin sensually. He hugged you, then unclasped your bra behind your back. After the bra loosen up, he pushed you to lied.

You hugged him, feel your naked breast rubbed his chest. It felt so warm. You two kissed again, not talking anymore but just feel the joy and sweetness over your partner lip. Bobby can't get far away from your lips, it's like he can't let your lip didn't do anything with his mouth. He love to kissed you, made you think is it the way he making love with the girls he banged up to?

Bobby kiss your jawline, then goes to your neck. You could felt his tongue run accross your skin, feel wet and ticklish. He lick some spot then bite it to left a mark. You just moaned and moved a little as a response everytime he bite your neck.

Bobby's hand running through your naked breast, touch your skin overthere. Soft and smooth. He could feel it by his hand, and it really turn him on. He started to squished it gently, make you tensed up for this sin thing.

"Oh!"

Bobby going down, let his lips ran to your boobs. You just lied, don't know what to do while he give you some pleasure by his treats. Before you think, Bobby started to lick your left nipple sensually. You tensed, pulled his wet hair for response and he become high-spiritedly to suck it more. You put your leg around his waist, feel his thing on your thigh.

You feel his warm tongue around your nipples, made you lifted your chest to feel more. Bobby's hand now teased your chest skin, then going down to your waist. You in reflect lift your butt, to give him space to take your bottom right now.

He still play along on your breast, while his hand now touched your inner thigh that cold. He threw your skirt, then he went back to your lips again.

"Bobby— mmmhhhmmm..."

You ran your fingers in his hair, your finger went down on his jaw line. You realized how manly his jaw line is, and you loved it more. Bobby really such an attractive boy that you can't reject anymore. You startled, when you feel something touch your clit in your underwear. You stopped paid back his kiss, your eye bigger when you feel it aroused you. "Bobby...Ah~ Ngghh~"

"It already wet,"he whispered on your eyes seductively. You ears redden when he said that thing, while you looked away. Bobby smirked when he saw you looked away, your cheek blushed.

"Y/N,"he calling your name with his low voice. He took your head, you not able to avoid his sight. You feel his finger penetrated you slowly, made you more tensed up. He kissed you again, to give you some comfortable moment while he keep pull and pushed it on your vagina.

You squeezed his shoulder, while his fingger keep aroused your vagina wall. You feel the sweats dripping upon his skin. The vibes became hotter than before, even raining still not stopped out there. You closed your eyes, your breath more heavier and the moaning keep coming from your lips while you feel his finger penetrate you gently. It's crazy.

How could you feel this way by your friends?

Is it how best friends do?

You tried to not listen what your brain said. You let your heart fight against your brain, break down your logic. You feel his finger more intense, now already two fingers inside.

It's hot. Bobby can't keep away his eye because he adoring your face while you moaning calling his name like this. He watched your body moved sensually while his hands busy pleasuring your underneath. He's serious when he said that you are so sexy and turning him on right now. You such an angel in his eye while you keep enjoy the pleasure.

You already close. You could feel something gathered as one in your center spot, and it feels like its gonna bursted out. You grabbed his hand, squirmed a little. "Stop—there's something will coming. I think I want to pee—Ah!"

He didn't listen, he keep do it harder. You tensed your body when you reached you climax. "BOBBY!"

You squirmed hard when the first climax hits you, made your sight blank suddenly. You keep moaning, feel the pleasure wrapped your body. Bobby pulled out his finger, started to kissed your neck again.

"You liked it?"

You shyly nodded, as his husky voice come to your ears. Bobby laughed, then he kissed you. "You must be tired now because it's your first time. Let's stop here."

You staring at him, not understand what he meant. He stood up from your body, take the blanket to covered your naked body. You lied with the blanket around, watching his back that you can read his tattoo clearly. A few moment later, he took his top and wear it. You watched him, still need the explanation.

"I need to go,"he told you with his calm voice he can. He gave you his bunny smile then go to the door. Then he closed the door, sighed and feel relieved. He standing in the front of the foor, leaned his back on the door. He touched his chest, feel the beat of his heart still fast and he still remember how your hand touch his skin softly. He suddenly feel his face getting warm with no reason, when he remember every inch of your body.

"What the heck, Bobby?"He cursed himself and walk to get out. "You promised to yourself not to touch her like that. Stupid. She's your precious."

He keep mumbling while he walking to his house, blaming everything to himself for losing control. Or maybe, feel embarassed because it's strangely feels like his first time doing this thing. How could you make playboy like him act this way, Y/N?

To Be Continued

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