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sexy-lee-min-woo · 3 months

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Nonstop (2000)

Folder with episodes (Note: There are many episodes missing)

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2001-09-26 New Nonstop E317 Conflicted Choice (Eric, Minwoo, Dongwan, Junjin) [RAW] 2001-09-27 New Nonstop E318 Let's Continue Dating (Eric, Minwoo, Dongwan, Junjin) [RAW] 2001-09-28 New Nonstop E319 One Autumn Day (Eric, Minwoo, Dongwan, Junjin) [RAW]

2003-11-04 Nonstop 4 E031 Boys Over Flowers: Parody of F4 (Hyesung, Junjin, Andy) [ENG SUB] 2003-11-06 Nonstop 4 E033 She appeared (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-11-07 Nonstop 4 E034 A fox and a goblin (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-11-10 Nonstop 4 E035 Yes, we're band (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-11-12 Nonstop 4 E037 Everyone is handsome (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-11-13 Nonstop 4 E038 Draw as you want (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-11-14 Nonstop 4 E039 Scandal (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-11-17 Nonstop 4 E040 Chicken instead of pheasant (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-11-18 Nonstop 4 E041 Between friend and brother-in-law (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-11-19 Nonstop 4 E042 Dangerous cohabitation (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-11-21 Nonstop 4 E044 The song is about love (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-11-24 Nonstop 4 E045 A spy who loved enemy (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-11-26 Nonstop 4 E046 The Spy Who Loved His Enemy (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-11-27 Nonstop 4 E047 From a boy to a man (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-11-28 Nonstop 4 E048 My love lobster (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-01 Nonstop 4 E049 You in my memory (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-03 Nonstop 4 E050 Let's study (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-09 Nonstop 4 E053 Born! A non-stop song (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-10 Nonstop 4 E054 Should I say I love you (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-12-11 Nonstop 4 E055 After confession (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-12-12 Nonstop 4 E056 Waiting for you (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-15 Nonstop 4 E057 Mong meets a jobless (Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-16 Nonstop 4 E058 Love messenger (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-17 Nonstop 4 E059 Sad loving day (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-12-18 Nonstop 4 E060 Lie for her (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-19 Nonstop 4 E061 Great detective brother and sister (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-12-23 Nonstop 4 E063 Slim and fat (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-25 Nonstop 4 E065 Geunseok's double life (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-29 Nonstop 4 E066 Bong met a smile-angel (Junjin) [RAW] 2003-12-30 Nonstop 4 E067 Couple making (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2003-12-31 Nonstop 4 E068 Adieu! 2003 (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-01 Nonstop 4 E069 Beautiful guy: Mong Bong scolds Mong (Junjin) [RAW] 2004-01-02 Nonstop 4 E070 Incomplete love (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-05 Nonstop 4 E071 I entrust you with Oh seobang (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-06 Nonstop 4 E072 Let's praise professor (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-07 Nonstop 4 E073 Mong, fall in love (Junjin) [RAW] 2004-01-08 Nonstop 4 E074 I can't take you (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-09 Nonstop 4 E075 Yeseul's tears (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-12 Nonstop 4 E076 The way to you (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-13 Nonstop 4 E077 Absurd couple-making (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] (problem) 2004-01-14 Nonstop 4 E078 You're a spy when you don't know her (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-15 Nonstop 4 E079 Six siblings (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-16 Nonstop 4 E080 Avoiding poverty (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-19 Nonstop 4 E081 Revenge is my power (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-20 Nonstop 4 E082 The period of one's stay in a dream room (Junjin) [RAW] 2004-01-21 Nonstop 4 E083 Bad memories about Lunar New Year (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-23 Nonstop 4 E085 Creating Roommates (Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-26 Nonstop 4 E086 My boyfriend's girlfriend (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-27 Nonstop 4 E087 Who? who? (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-29 Nonstop 4 E088 Stirred audition (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-01-30 Nonstop 4 E089 Thirsty for love always (Junjin, Andy) [RAW] 2004-02-02 Nonstop 4 E090 Jin goes abroad (Junjin, Andy) [RAW]

2004-02-03 Nonstop 4 E091 I miss you. (Andy) [RAW] 2004-02-05 Nonstop 4 E093 The first kiss (Andy) [RAW] 2004-02-09 Nonstop 4 E095 Forbidden love (Andy) [RAW] 2004-02-11 Nonstop 4 E097 Don't ask me my age (Andy) [RAW] 2004-04-09 Nonstop 4 E135 Their golden age (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-04-12 Nonstop 4 E136 Okay, You're Great (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-04-13 Nonstop 4 E137 Taekwondo VS Cheap (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-04-14 Nonstop 4 E138 Best friends (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-04-19 Nonstop 4 E140 Don't trust dreams (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-06-10 Nonstop 4 E177 A stir with firebird (Parody of Eric's drama "Firebird") (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-06-24 Nonstop 4 E187 Unbelievable (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-06-25 Nonstop 4 E188 Who are you? (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-06-28 Nonstop 4 E189 His pride (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-06-29 Nonstop 4 E190 Is it love (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-06-30 Nonstop 4 E191 To me, you're… (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-01 Nonstop 4 E192 Cinderella Mong (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-05 Nonstop 4 E194 You don't know what I'm thinking, you don't know how I feel (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-06 Nonstop 4 E195 Jealousy is Mong's power (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-07 Nonstop 4 E196 An uninvited guest (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-08 Nonstop 4 E197 I entrust you with Yeseulssi (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-09 Nonstop 4 E198 A rival appears (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-12 Nonstop 4 E199 Memories of Spin Kick (Dongwan, Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-13 Nonstop 4 E200 Too lovely Oh seobang (Dongwan, Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-14 Nonstop 4 E201 A hungry traitor (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-15 Nonstop 4 E202 Heartbreak leaves piece of music (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-16 Nonstop 4 E203 If it's for Young Eun (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-19 Nonstop 4 E204 Things that are impossible to happen to Yeseul (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-20 Nonstop 4 E205 For suffering lovers (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-21 Nonstop 4 E206 Please let Mongyoung love you! (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-22 Nonstop 4 E207 Her last wish (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-23 Nonstop 4 E208 Mong is fighting with overeating (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-26 Nonstop 4 E209 What happened at the beach (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-27 Nonstop 4 E210 Because I love you (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-07-28 Nonstop 4 E211 Chicken instead of pheasant (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-02 Nonstop 4 E212 Who is Yeseul's love? (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-04 Nonstop 4 E213 Mong's married girl (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-10 Nonstop 4 E217 Hyun Bin, get to know (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-11 Nonstop 4 E218 Please calm down (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-13 Nonstop 4 E220 A cold confession (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-16 Nonstop 4 E221 Love left to one's fate (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-18 Nonstop 4 E222 Temptation of air-conditioner (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-19 Nonstop 4 E223 The temptation of the air conditioner (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-23 Nonstop 4 E224 Memoirs of an attic dweller (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-24 Nonstop 4 E225 Runaway (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-26 Nonstop 4 E227 Yeseul's love method (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-30 Nonstop 4 E229 I can't! (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-08-31 Nonstop 4 E230 A nervous Hyunbin (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-01 Nonstop 4 E231 Kiss me, darling (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-02 Nonstop 4 E232 Gone with tears (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-06 Nonstop 4 E234 A great brother (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-07 Nonstop 4 E235 My girl (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-08 Nonstop 4 E236 Love goes away (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-09 Nonstop 4 E237 Dangerous maid (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-14 Nonstop 4 E240 Friendship of grasshopper brothers (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-15 Nonstop 4 E241 Sad love story (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-16 Nonstop 4 E242 But she's a girl (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-17 Nonstop 4 E243 Andy gets to know (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-20 Nonstop 4 E244 You're far away (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-21 Nonstop 4 E245 A letter to Young-eun (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-22 Nonstop 4 E246 I won't let you go (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-23 Nonstop 4 E247 Even Though I Hold You (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-24 Nonstop 4 E248 Our love Nonstop band (Andy) [ENG SUB] 2004-09-30 Nonstop 4 E249 Chuseok special (Nonstop 4 Special Show) (Andy) [RAW]

2005-07-14 Nonstop 5 E195 Legend of the Wind (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-07-20 Nonstop 5 E198 A Dream for Success (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-07-22 Nonstop 5 E199 Jung Rin's Boyfriend (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-07-25 Nonstop 5 E200 The Know-How-To Flattery (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-07-26 Nonstop 5 E201 Love for Even That Person (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-07-29 Nonstop 5 E204 The Birthday Which I'm Only Aware Of (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-01 Nonstop 5 E205 Betrayal (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-02 Nonstop 5 E206 For the 1 in a Lifetime (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-03 Nonstop 5 E207 To Live You Must Use Sparingly (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-05 Nonstop 5 E208 Former Life (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-08 Nonstop 5 E209 Non-Cinema's Image (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-09 Nonstop 5 E210 Red Umbrella (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-10 Nonstop 5 E211 Do You Remember Me? (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-11 Nonstop 5 E212 Finding the Lost Sound (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-12 Nonstop 5 E213 Mong Bang Friends (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-15 Nonstop 5 E214 Mastering the English Language Completely (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-17 Nonstop 5 E215 To Your Side (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-18 Nonstop 5 E216 Expert in Acting (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-22 Nonstop 5 E218 Bohemian's Priorities (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-23 Nonstop 5 E219 The Hero We Crushed (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-24 Nonstop 5 E220 The memory that disappeared (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-25 Nonstop 5 E221 Best Friend (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-26 Nonstop 5 E222 10 Years Later (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-08-29 Nonstop 5 E223 Dancing with Her (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-01 Nonstop 5 E226 Can Love be Interpreted (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-02 Nonstop 5 E227 I am a Woman Too (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-08 Nonstop 5 E230 My Adolescent Confession (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-09 Nonstop 5 E231 On Your Birthday (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-12 Nonstop 5 E232 She, Who I Loved (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-21 Nonstop 5 E237 You're Perfect To Me (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-22 Nonstop 5 E238 Runaway (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-26 Nonstop 5 E240 Charlie's Angels (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-27 Nonstop 5 E241 Although I See Her (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-28 Nonstop 5 E242 I Run (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-09-29 Nonstop 5 E243 The First Date (Minwoo) [RAW] 2005-10-03 Nonstop 5 E244 Family (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-04 Nonstop 5 E245 Leaving Home by Train (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-05 Nonstop 5 E246 Last Confession (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-06 Nonstop 5 E247 I Wish I Could Forget (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-07 Nonstop 5 E248 Life Depands on 3 Legged Faith (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-10 Nonstop 5 E249 When You Need a Boyfriend (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-11 Nonstop 5 E250 My Boyfriend's Secret (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-12 Nonstop 5 E251 Selfish Love (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-13 Nonstop 5 E252 The Road to Letting You Go (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-14 Nonstop 5 E253 Father (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-18 Nonstop 5 E255 Good Bye... Non Cine... (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] 2005-10-21 Nonstop 5 E257 Hello Non-Cine?!...Part 2 (Minwoo) [ENG SUB] (short)

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lov-es · 3 years

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YESEUL messy pack !

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saturnsummer · 3 years

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worthy.

When Sol gets a GPA of 2.02, the study group (and Joon Hwi) comes together to cheer her up.

notes: another prompt by @thenerdywriter ! i wasn't sure if you meant it like this, but i hope you are satisfied! thank you for your prompt and your trust! i do apologise for the wait!

not much fluff or cliche romantic scenes, but just simple things that i hope when you read, remember your worth and never be defeated. you are worthy, loved and deserving to be appreciated. :) inbox always open!

for anyone who have sent prompts and asks, i thank you for your ideas! i have read through all your asks and am so excited to begin writing, but please understand if i can’t reply you as fast as i hoped! so sorry for this, i’ll try to address my inbox faster!! any mistakes or incorrect information will be taken responsible by me. enjoy!

edit: everyone, please don’t cry on this omg I’ve made 5 people comment their tears now and im terribly sorry for the tears.. I meant for this to be a light hearted story but looks like everyone is crying,, I’ll try not to make people cry now..

original prompt: where joon hwi and the rest of the gang shake some sense into her (sol a) about her self-esteem.

words: 2787 words

Sol is downstairs at the lounge, holding a clear bottle of soju. She takes another swig from the plastic bottle, hoping that the alcohol can numb her heart like it does to her head. It burns, and she’s turning woozy, but she grumbles and takes another swig.

2.02. She’s passed, at least. But she can’t help but feel upset. She wasn’t upset that she couldn’t score as well as Yeseul or BokGi, but upset that she’s satisfied with these low results. No one is going to hire her, even less offer an internship while looking at her track records.

Sol worked her ass off for this exam. She nearly died, if it wasn’t for Yeseul’s reminders to eat. Even her cold stoned face roommate bothered to place bottles of water on her desk. Yet, after all this...

“Why are you still up?” She hears Joon Hwi ask as he takes a seat next to her. She stays silent with a grim expression and turns away. Joon Hwi was the last person she wanted to see, especially when she’s in such a bad mod.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he catches her arm just as she’s about to chug her soju.

“Everything.” She slurs. “You know I’m not even upset with my GPA? I’m upset of being happy with my shitty grades.” Joon Hwi sighs, attempting to grab her bottle away.

“I should have never came to study. I should have never tried to prove myself to be Dan!” She scolds louder. Sol knows she’s drunk in front of her best friend, but she can’t control herself. She doesn’t care.

“Kang Sol...” Joon Hwi stands up, grabbing her bottle away from her. “You’re drunk. Go back.”

��I don’t belong here, anyway.” Her slurs catch Joon Hwi in his steps.

“I never once belonged with any of you. Being with all of you just drags you all further. I should just stop burdening you all with my questions and rot in a corner. Besides, no one would care.” She softly says, her voice filled with regret and guilt.

Sol has always felt this way. Ever since she was young, Dan was always the star child. She got top grades while Sol got through in the middle rankings. Dan was always more popular, prettier, smarter. Sol learnt at a young age that no matter what, she would always be overshadowed by Dan.

Thus, she learnt to be quiet. Only ask questions when she really needs to. Stick to familiar people. Only be loud when told to, and blend in in every situation. She learnt to depreciate herself, because no one appreciated her in the first place.

Joon Hwi wants to shake her. He wants to write an entire dissertation on why Sol belongs to Hankuk. He wants to show her what he sees: a smart, caring, passionate lawyer-to-be. He wants to show her what he sees when she testified for Professor Yang in court. A confident, woman knowing her morals and rights.

“Kang Sol.” Joon Hwi says, pulling her up by her wrist. Sol pushes him away, but her touches are sloppy and weak. Sighing, Joon Hwi knows that it is useless to argue about her grades and her worth when she’s not even half conscious of what she’s doing.

He grabs her coat lying on the couch, finding her phone and plans on calling Yeseul. But it’s past 1am, but he doesn’t want to trouble Yeseul. Sighing, he contemplates calling her roomie but reality smacks when he realises she’s home. Noticing how Sol is slowly nodding off, giving in to the fatigue, it leaves Joon Hwi not much of an option to carry her back.

Fishing the room key out from her coat, he takes special care in carrying her, sweeping his arm under her knee and lifting her slowly as to not disrupt her from falling asleep. The key card is in between his fingers as he slowly and quietly makes his way up to her dorm. He thanks the deities above that no one caught him or interrupted him.

Tapping the key card, a standard ‘beep’, he pushes the door with his back, and takes care to get him and her into the dark room. He can barely see anything, especially since he has no hands to on the lights, but he makes out his way in the small room using the moonlight and what he can tell.

Joon Hwi knows which side Sol sleeps, knowing from her stories that include her rolling from the bed up to the desk. By now, Sol was sleeping soundly, a slight snore escaping her. Gently, he sets her down on her bed and reaches to take her shoes off for her. Hanging up her coat that he placed on top of her whilst he was carrying her, he finally pulled the thick blanket over her.

But he didn’t leave just yet.

“I never once belonged with any of you.”

Sol’s words echoed in his head more than he thought it would. He stopped and bent down silently by her bed side, taking a few moments to wonder to himself just how and why does she feel so unworthy.

He grabs her bottle of water from her bag, before putting it next to her phone, which is on the table. Knelt on the floor, he observes the slow rise of her chest and the way her eyes flutter and nose twitch when Sol sleeps. Just how can someone like Sol think she’s any less than what he sees?

“You belong here in Hankuk. I’ll show you just why.” His whisper barely audible, as he brushes away a stray hair on her face. With that, he takes his leave and sneaks back to his dorm. (Without getting caught)

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The next day, after two painkillers and a big bowl of hangover soup (left mysteriously by someone at their pantry), Sol is headed to study group. She is running a few minutes early than their scheduled timing, but she’s surprised to find the group huddled in hushed whispers.

“What are you all looking at?” Sol asks, as she sets her book at her usual corner opposite Joon Hwi. BokGi lets out a startled yelp and Yebeom clamps his mouth shut. Sol isn’t surprised to see Jiho crowded there, but is even more shocked to see Sol B crowded with them too. If it was anything, Sol B wouldn’t crowd around and discuss things, unless it concerned herself, or benefitted her grades.

“What...” Sol leans over and raises her eyebrows. Yeseul’s eyes dart nervously and she breaks into a smile. The rest of the group just shuffles back to their seats murmuring under their breath.

“Nothing, unnie! They were just discussing on what to order for lunch.” Yeseul says as she walks over to Sol and takes her bag and books from her, before setting it on the table. “Unnie, shall we get coffees?” Yeseul escorts her out of the room before Sol could react. Sol assumes that it’s due to her hangover that Yeseul is suggesting coffee, thus just following and getting a cold brew and assorted drinks for the others.

When she returns, they distribute the drinks and start discussing on what to study.

“Noona, do you have anything?” BokGi asks, a little too enthusiastically. Sol is taken aback and lost for words. She usually just follows whatever the rest want, since answering her questions will take hours. Joon Hwi gives a sympathetic smile.

“How about you share with us about a recent case? Remember the one that Professor Kim liked in particular?” Joon Hwi suggests. Sol grows quiet. Her? The worst student? Sol let’s out an uncertain laugh.

“Ah, me? I rather my roomie shares. She did better than me.” Sol says, then prepares a fresh document for note taking on her laptop.

“I didn’t do well.” Sol B says quietly, her eyes emotionless as usual, leaning back into the chair. “You did the best. Go on.” Sol is stunned and just nods uncertainly. Taking out her case notes and her reports that she submitted, she nervously discusses the topic on hand. She sneaks Joon Hwi a couple of questioning stares but he only pretends to not catch her eyes.

Everyone is enthusiastic, asking questions and when Sol is stumped, they jump in to help her. They suggest ideas and Sol has never felt so energised by their energy before. She find it fishy how Joon Hwi just sits back and she can feel him smiling whenever she makes a point right or figures out a missing link.

An hour later, when they are done expanding on Sol’s case and discussing, they break for a late lunch together. Yebeom enters the room with bags of food, as usual over ordering. As they pass out containers of jjampong and jjajamyeon, Sol’s eyes light up when she saw the only thing that mattered in the whole order: her beloved pickles, in doubled servings.

What Sol doesn’t expect is for JiHo to dump his packet of pickles on her container of noodles.

“JiHo-ah, why...” Sol is dumbfounded for a moment as JiHo opens his pack of noodles to stir. JiHo only pushes up his glasses.

“You can have them, noona.” Sol is even more dumbfounded. This was the first time JiHo has called her noona. She didn’t care for the honourifics, and JiHo could call her by her full name for all she cared. But hearing those words from Seo JiHo’s mouth, just made her think everyone was utterly suspicious today.

“Okay, everyone is being weird. What is this?” Sol announces, hoping her tone came out fun, with no hints of anger.

“Nothing! We just know you’ve been feeling stressed, so JiHo decided to give you his share of pickles, right?” BokGi quips up, as he dives into taking the sauce to pour over the tangsuyuk, before Yebeom and him argue over pouring or dipping.

Sol, still feeling suspicious, breaks her chopsticks just as Joon Hwi picks up a pickle from her plastic saucer to put on her noodles. Her eyes dart from his chopstick to his face, but he just nods at her pickles, expressions hard to read.

Sol crunches on her pickles, but it does nothing to soothe the feeling that everyone was aware of something, but her.

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The rest of the week was a puzzle piece that Sol could not fix together.

She woke up everyday to a new message by Joon Hwi, sometimes sending her funny videos, or a simple “let’s get through this together”. She woke up once to her roomie handing her breakfast and coffee. It just didn’t click in Sol’s head to see the cold Sol B hand her a sandwich and coffee.

Their group chat was undoubtedly noisy, but even more so now. Something in common was how the more chatty ones would ask Sol for advice or chat and strike noisy conversations. She was used to the chaos, but she definitely didn’t feel used to having the attention on her.

As the group had earned different internships from small and large firms, Sol was going to be left in school alone, still applying and hoping for one to come her way. Her study group knew about it, and instead continued to encourage her about it. They avoided talk on their internships, and actively tried to help Sol. While Sol was grateful, she couldn’t help but wish that they would just act normal and not worry about her.

She chose to meet them for breakfast on the day of their internships. The meal was noisy as usual as they ate their sandwiches and gimbaps. They were dressed smartly in their suits with their briefcases. Sol made a fuss over everyone looking smart on their first day.

“Hurry up and eat, you’re going to be late for your internship!” Sol scolded BokGi as he and Yebeom threw comments back and forth. Everyone was off for theirs and ready with their jackets and bags. Walking with them to the door, she couldn’t help but feel like a mom to her kids, sending them to school.

“Noona! Check your table later in the libra-” Yebeom gleefully mused before BokGi clamped his mouth shut and JiHo (with much irritation) smacked his head silently.

“What?” Sol asks, turning to Joon Hwi, who was turning redder by the second. Joon Hwi closes his eyes, the same way he does when he’s embarrassed and looks away from her.

“Listen to Yebeom and check the table.” He says, finally looking at her. “We’ll see you for dinner then.” Waving a quick goodbye, the group walked away from her towards the carpark where they separated to the bus stops or in the direction of the train station.

“O-Okay…” she mutters, still confused as she carries her books and bag to her usual table at the library. She would have went to sulk at Professor Kim’s office for a while, but she instead chose to head straight to study. Professor Kim had enough on her plate and she wasn’t ready just yet to face Professor Kim with her mood.

There, at her table, lies her stack of books.

Normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Huffing out, she slumps her bag on her table, gathering the post its on the bar above the table. Most of them were just plain comments, like how she had to stop slamming her pen into her hand (it distracted students) or move out of the library cause there aren't enough seats. Opening her book on civil code, she was ready to start drilling her head before meeting Professor Kim.

Then she spots an envelope, hidden between the pages of the book.

Carefully, she picks it out and looks on the cream white paper, the only ink on it her name, written in neat handwriting. She could recognise Joon Hwi’s handwriting anywhere. A slight scoff escapes her lips and several students turn in annoyance. Realising that this was probably not the best place to be in, she grabs her books and bags (and the post its) and leaves the library. She heads to the empty study room, where she knows she’s be comfortable at.

Opening the flap, she slips out numerous slips of paper, varying degrees of length and sizes. Some words were neat, some were a little messy.

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To: Unnie <3

Sol-unnie, you know you’re smart, right? Your grades may not show that you are the best, but I know you are! Whenever I hear you discuss a case with the study group, I know you’re trying your best to memorise and improve. Don’t give up, unnie! I will support you till the end!

- Yeseul

To: Sol-A noona

Yah, noona! You have to stop injuring yourself, okay? You gave us a really big scare the last time when you started nose bleeding in the midst of study group. Noona, don’t look at your grades anymore! If a man like me can get through law school so far pretty well, you can too! Fighting, noona!

Noona~ you’re really talented. The fact that you scored so well during the criminal law test and managed to spot the comma just shows for amazing you are! Noona, don’t be discouraged... seeing you discouraged makes us sad too. Your favourite dongsaeng is here to help you!

- BokGi and Yebeom

To: Kang Sol-A

You can do it. Review your cases before classes. Get your internship.

-JiHo

To: Sol-A

Live up to your name, will you? And sleep on a regular schedule.

- Roommate

To: Sol

Sunbae, remember me? Stop doubting yourself and trust yourself. You’re smarter than you know and fit for court. I will support you from wherever you are. I’m grateful for you, for supporting me all this time. I think Dan would be proud of you, and so will the cookie Byeol.

Sol, you are worthy in my eyes. So stop undermining yourself. You belong in Hankuk next to me. You can’t give up now.

-Joon Hwi

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Sol lets a smile creep on her face as she lets a small blush rise to her face. Holding her letters to her heart, she closes her eyes, reminding herself of the past week and her friend’s efforts to cheer her on. She knew no doubt it had to be Joon Hwi who convinced everyone there to write for her despite their busy schedule. For even Sol B to help out and bother about her, it warmed her heart to have her support.

Picking her book, she pinned her hair up as she started drill into her book with a new found confidence, fuelled by her friends supporting her. But most importantly, she felt worthy. She felt loved. She felt confident. She was hopeful.

(Everyone thinks she’s worthy in their eyes, but one just thinks she’s perfect.)

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scripturiends · 3 years

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gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

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Summary: It was the one time her hunch had been wrong.

In which Han Joonhwi is acting suspicious, and Kang Sol A intends to find out why.

Rating: T

Word count: 3,848

Notes: Title taken from Taylor Swift’s ‘invisible string’: “Time, curious time, gave me no compasses, gave me no signs; were there clues I didn’t see?”

As promised, here is the Solhwi fic that I had hoped to be up before Episode 7 airs. I went straight to work after receiving positive feedback from an interest check post. As I mentioned there, the story isn’t necessarily dwelling on the current timeline, but is, for the most part, still canon-compliant. I totally made up all the legal jargon, so please bear with me. And, like the show, I decided to do ‘cutscenes’ instead of one unilinear fic.

I had a lot of fun with this little project for the past two days, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :) I’d also love to hear your thoughts, please do send me a message or feel free to comment, it would mean the absolute world to me. Thank you and let’s all look forward to Episodes 7 and 8 this week!

The fic is under the cut. As a sidenote, this fic is un-beta’ed. All mistakes are mine.

Kang Sol A swears she only drifted off for a second.

She had been burning the midnight oil for the past few days, well into the weekend, so much that the tension was radiating into her atmosphere, so much that the heat was starting to get to her head. Her Civil Code paper may not write itself, but neither could she if it took every ounce of her energy just to even sit up. So she plopped down on her bed, head heavy on her pillow, still fighting the urge to doze off.

She blinked, slowly, and as her eyes fluttered at an alarming rate, they eventually closed — just for a moment, I’ll count to ten and then wake up again — and stilled.

Birds were chirping outside her window when her eyes shot open, and that’s how she knew she messed up big-time. She woke with a start, frantically shaking off the books and papers off her person and frisking for her phone, silently praying that she wasn’t too late for her meeting with her project partner Seo Jiho, who she knows absolutely despises latecomers.

Sol A felt something vibrate from behind her, and an incomprehensible sound escaped her lips as she checked her phone. There were mountains of notifications that prevented her from checking the current time: self-set alarms, e-mails from her professors, reminders about today’s meeting with Jiho, and missed calls from a certain Han Joonhwi.

Clearing all of them at once, she finally reads: 9:07 AM. She was supposed to meet Jiho at 9:15. Sol A breathes a sigh of relief, but her momentary celebration is cut short when her phone starts to ring.

Han Joonhwi was calling again.

She didn’t even get a chance to speak yet when the voice on the other end asked, “Breakfast?”

Sol A put him on speaker phone as she packed up her things. “Can’t,” she replied mindlessly. “I have to meet with Seo Jiho and I’m already late. Eat by yourself.”

A few seconds of silence went unnoticed as Kang Sol A zipped up her knapsack and wore it over her shoulder. She finally picked up her phone and switched back to the handset. “Don’t skip breakfast, you hear me?”

Still nothing. “Joonhwi-ah.”

“Walk fast,” was all he said. And then he hung up.

That caught Sol A off guard, but she heeded the advice anyway.

She made it to the study room at exactly 9:13, only stopping by the entrance to catch her breath and tie her hair back into a ponytail. It was silent, so she half-hoped that no one would be there, but half-expected nothing less from Jiho. So she walks in, footsteps heavy, only skidding to a halt when she sees Jiho staring someone down, someone whose back looked all-too-familiar.

“You like her, don’t you?” she overhears from Jiho. “Kang So-”

Jiho suddenly fell silent at the sight of Sol A, and the man opposite him suddenly turned his head towards her. She was right about who it was — it was none other than the person she spoke with on the phone just a few minutes ago.

If Joonhwi was surprised, he didn’t show it.

But Kang Sol A did. She blinked once, and with a hint of dubiousness, she asked, “Who likes who?”

The men shared a look, and she was met with silence again, which was beginning to irk her. But she bit her tongue, took a seat across Seo Jiho, and grinned cheekily at him. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You aren’t...” Jiho replied, trailing off.

“I am by your standards. I know you,” she said matter-of-factly. “For Seo Jiho, ‘on time’ actually means ‘thirty minutes early’. Which means I’m late.”

Sighing wistfully, Sol A added, “I learned that the hard way.”

She locks eyes with Joonhwi momentarily, but he averts his gaze, expression unreadable. Sol A ignores this and tries her luck once more, eyes flitting from Jiho to Joonhwi and back. “Who were you guys talking about?”

This time, almost with no hesitation, Joonhwi finally spoke up. “No one,” he answered. “My roommate was just practicing his cross-examination skills on me.”

He stood up, giving Seo Jiho a final staredown. “They’re very poor at the moment. Help him out, will you?”

Then, without looking Kang Sol A in the eye, he gave her a soft squeeze on the shoulder, and promptly left.

Sol A’s eyes followed Joonhwi’s back, and stayed there even after he left. His touch lingered on her shoulder like a ghost, but instead of comfort, all she felt was fear. Suspicion. Restlessness. That maybe he was hiding something, and whether it involved her or not, she was keen on finding out just exactly what it was.

II.

“I’m telling you, Yeseul-ah,” Sol A insists. “Something’s up with him.”

They link arms, walking past the school entrance and into the lobby. Jeon Yeseul turns to her, hair falling perfectly into place as she lets out an angelic laugh. God, Sol A thinks. Even her laugh is perfect. But past the admiration for her Aphrodite-like features, Sol A feels like she’s being mocked.

She pouts. “You don’t believe me.”

“I do!” Yeseul defends. “You think he likes Kang Sol B.”

Sol A slides her left hand off Yeseul’s arm and holds her friend’s right one lightly. “So why are you laughing at me, then?”

“Unnie.” Yeseul wraps an arm around Sol A’s shoulder. “Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe Joonhwi-oppa likes you?”

Sol A almost choked on her spit. Of course she’s thought about it — after all, she’s a hundred percent certain that it was the name Kang Sol that slipped from Seo Jiho’s mouth a few days ago. But none of the evidence so far points to it being herself. And anyway, it’s not as if he’s shown any interest in Sol A as a woman. In fact, all he does is tease her. And she’s okay with that. And Sol B already likes Joonhwi. And they seem to be a far better fit than Sol A and Joonhwi. And it’s not like she harbors any romantic feelings for him, either.

She pushes the thought away before it could become bigger.

Sol A denies, deflects, and defends. “That can’t be right.”

“Why not?” her friend challenges.

“Why would he be avoiding me if that were true?” Sol A counters.

“People do that when they feel awkward around their crush,” Yeseul rebuts.

This is starting to feel like a game of chess rather than a conversation between best friends. “I think he’s just scared I’ll tell my roommate or something.” Before Yeseul could say anything else, by some stroke of luck, Sol A spots Joonhwi from her peripheral vision, walking past Lady Justice.

Yeseul smiles kindly at Sol A. She doesn’t doubt its genuineness, but she feels like it’s laced with mischief. “Should we test your theory, then?”

What does that mean?

“Joonhwi-oppa!” Yeseul shouts, waving at him from across the room.

She’s not going to ask him, is she?

Yeseul runs to Joonhwi, a light skip in her step. “I have something to ask you.”

Wait.

“Wait,” escaped from Sol A’s lips, barely a whisper before it started registering on her what Yeseul was about to do. And when it does, she finally sprints. “Jeon Yeseul, wait!”

“Oppa.” Yeseul bats her eyelashes at Joonhwi. Sol A was in tow behind her, feeling small but unsure why.

“Oh, Yeseul-ah,” Joonhwi greets. His eyes lit up at the sight of his friend and classmate.

While it pained Sol A to just sit back and watch, knowing that Joonhwi had been purposefully avoiding her, she let the scene unfold, trusting that Yeseul knew what she was doing.

“You haven’t been going to the study group sessions lately,” Yeseul starts.

Sol A hoped it would get a rise out of him, seeing as he was the one who started the group to begin with, but was barely showing up these days. Instead, all he said was, “The pair project in Civil Code has been holding me up.”

Yeah, right, she thinks. A second-round judicial exam passer and a former police academy student having a hard time in Civil Code? Why do I find that hard to believe?

Sol A scoffs, and Yeseul pinches her side. “Sol-unnie and I are meeting the others for lunch. You should come join us.”

“Ah,” Joonhwi drawled out slowly, as if coming up with an excuse to say no. Sol A expects it to be his next move. “I wish I could, but-”

Knew it.

“Kang Sol B will be there,” Sol A blurts out, fully aware that it’s a total lie. Still, she had to try.

Something in Joonhwi’s mood changed, and his face hardened. Still not making eye contact with Sol A, he excuses himself from Yeseul. “I’ll take a rain check today, okay?”

And without another word, he left again, leaving Sol A with the same emptiness that she had felt in the study room the other day.

Yeseul finally turns to Sol A, crossing her arms. “You’re right. He’s being weird.”

III.

A few more days without Joonhwi’s company, and Sol A was starting to feel its ill effects on her. She hadn’t realized just how much she took him for granted until he was no longer around to challenge her ideas, to annoy her over the littlest of things, to calm her down when she’s freaking out, to be her drinking buddy, to be someone she could tell any and every stupid story to, with the utmost confidence that he’ll keep it to himself or that he wouldn’t belittle her for it.

They’d been through too much together now, and even their fateful first meeting all those years ago didn’t faze him from her. In fact, her little scheme, no matter how deceitful at the time, brought him closer not just to her, but to Byeol, her mom, and to an extent, even Dan.

So what changed? What on earth did Seo Jiho say to him, and what on earth did she walk into, that made him close himself off from her? Proximity may not breed familiarity, but right now she wishes nothing more than to be in his orbit again.

Arguably the worst consequence of the lack of Joonhwi in Sol A’s life right now is having no one to eat with.

During one of her all-nighters at the dorm, she found herself with an intense craving for some ramyeon. She removed her earphones, partly to pull herself back to reality, but mostly to ask her roommate to have a meal with her. As if Sol B would say yes, but it was worth a shot.

“I’m going downstairs for a bite. You wanna come?”

No response, as expected from Kang Sol B. Sol A inwardly rolled her eyes, spinning in her chair to tease her roommate, only to find the desk empty.

She scratched her head while walking, wondering where Sol B could be at this time of night. And without a heads up, too… She was getting worried.

But it seems like her concern was all for naught, because Sol B was right where Sol A was headed.

And she was there with Han Joonhwi.

She was laughing. It was the first time that she saw Sol B laugh, maybe ever, and to see that Joonhwi could be someone who could do that for her, made Sol A feel proud. Like knowing Han Joonhwi was a privilege, not only because of the way he could make people comfortable around him, but also because Sol A had once been on the receiving end of it herself.

She should be relieved. In fact, she should be happy. Because it means that her guess was right, which means she doesn’t have to keep digging anymore. She could just tell Joonhwi that his secret’s safe with her, and they could finally go back to the way they were before... Right?

And yet something about witnessing the pair interact as a mere bystander didn’t sit right with Sol A. There’s a pang in her chest that she can’t quite comprehend — maybe she just misses him, or maybe it’s something else completely. Because if Han Joonhwi has feelings for Kang Sol B, and they’re together right now, then that leaves only one explanation: he must be avoiding her, and for a completely different reason.

It was the first time her hunch had been wrong.

Needless to say, Sol A lost her appetite and trudged back upstairs lifelessly, a bitter taste in her mouth and an ache in her stomach that she couldn’t quite place where it even came from.

IV.

Come Friday, Sol A was too exhausted to even think about Han Joonhwi. Between the endless deadlines and papers to write, her job in the copy room, and the Seo Byungju case, her energy had been too depleted and her social battery too worn out to even care that her relationships could be falling apart.

The only thing she has going for her now is the Legal Clinic, the one place where she could bury her nose deep in case digests and law readings and she would absolutely never get tired of it, because it’s the one place where she feels like she’s making a real difference, especially when people’s lives are at stake. It was the remaining part of her life where Sol A felt like she was in control, so these days, all her emotionally-charged passion was focused on this one thing.

But of course that had to fall apart too, when Professor Yang asked for her to stay after class.

He cut right to the chase. “I’ll be meeting with my defense lawyer today so I need you to consult with the client in my stead.”

Count on Yangcrates to always give Sol A a heart attack in under two seconds.

“M-me?” she stuttered.

The professor’s face twitched, ever-so-slightly, which Sol A took as a sign to backtrack and confidently proclaim that she’s up to the task. She knows there’s nothing Yang Jonghoon hates more than a quitter.

“Ah, yes, of course,” she accedes, with a little more verve.

He nods once in her direction. “And take Han Joonhwi with you,” he commanded.

She’s doomed. Not that she wasn’t doomed before, but now that Professor Yang had to drag her personal life into this, she was really in shambles.

Sol A clears her throat. “With all due respect, Sir,” she laughs nervously, “don’t you trust me?”

Professor Yang takes a moment to think about it. Sol A wonders if today’s the day she finally gets a definitive answer. But Yangcrates is as sly as ever. “This is your chance to get back at him for the Bad FaMa case. Make him your assistant this time.”

He walks away, leaving Sol A dumbfounded once again, but not before he adds, “Under my orders, of course.”

Sol A’s knees buckled at the thought. Normally, she would find this predicament to be absolutely funny, a chance to bicker with Joonhwi and learn something from him at the same time. But he’s angry at her, and she doesn’t even know why, and even merely approaching him has turned into a problem.

Everything in Sol A’s life right now is a problem. She wonders if it's getting Joonhwi back that would fix everything.

Upon leaving the classroom, she spots him getting a drink from the vending machine. She has to slap herself twice, just to mentally prepare herself, to muster up the courage to approach him again.

“Come on, Sol,” she whispers to herself. “This isn’t hard.”

Shaking off the nerves, she takes a step forward, but in a momentary state of weakness, takes another step back. “So what if he’s mad? That’s his problem. I’ve never given him a reason to be angry. He should suck it up. Not me. Come on. Just do it.”

A step forward.

“Just do it.”

A step back.

“Goddamn it.”

One final step back to boost herself forward, and she’s running towards him, pretending to be as casual as possible. “Han Joonhwi!” she calls out to him.

His eyes widen at the sight of her, knowing he has nowhere to escape.

“Did you get my text? Professor Yang needs our help at the Legal Clinic.” She smiled at him. “Let’s go.”

Joonhwi scratched the back of his head, and Sol A just knows it’s about to be another lame excuse. “I can’t. I’m meeting Sol B for our Civil Code term paper.”

He can’t even look at her, and Sol A wonders just how bad she had hurt Joonhwi for him to feel like this towards her. But that only lasted for a second, when she realized just exactly what he said. Then, her pity turned into irritation, as she accused, “Liar.”

Sol A crossed her arms, and glared at Joonhwi. “Did you forget that I’m her roommate? She went home today.”

Sol A sat across Joonhwi inside the Legal Clinic, her eyes narrowed to slits. A profound silence enveloped the room, interrupted only by a sharp inhale from her.

“You like Kang Sol B, don’t you?”

The only response she got was Han Joonhwi’s signature smirk, playful and taunting, one that said, ‘You don’t know me, and you never will’.

She hated that.

She slammed a hand on the table, and pointed at him accusingly. “Don’t look at me like that. I would have kept your secret if you just asked. Is that why you were avoiding me? Because you think I’d tell her or something?”

The same smile painted on his face, Joonhwi exhaled defeatedly. “Kang Sol A, I thought I taught you to never make any claims with unfounded bases.”

An eyebrow perched up on Sol A’s end. “It’s not unfounded,” she argues.

“Where’s your evidence, then?” he dared her.

Sol A had been waiting for this. She listed everything he had ever done — or refused to do, which was spend time with her, speak to her, or even look at her, which was absolutely the bare minimum — since the incident with Seo Jiho up to this very moment.

He waves his hand dismissingly. “That’s all speculative.”

If his goal was to rile her up, then it’s definitely working. “Then what about what I heard Seo Jiho tell you that one time? And most importantly, you straight up lied to my face.”

“Circumstantial,” he quips. “That would never hold up in court, especially not when the only witness is yourself. How are you going to be both the defense lawyer and the sole witness?”

Han Joonhwi should be at the edge of the precipice here, and yet he has managed to flip the situation over and turn it into an interrogation for Kang Sol A.

Nothing can hide her frustration anymore. “I would never be the lawyer in my own case. Look, it’s still evidence. You asked, and I gave it. Seriously, Han Joonhwi, what’s with you?”

Instead of a direct answer, he points out, “You rely on your emotions too much.”

Almost immediately, she shoots back, “And you rely on the law too much. This isn’t a courtroom. This is a human conversation.”

He purses his lips, unable to say anything, and Kang Sol A continues. “You’re too stubborn.”

“And you’re too nosy.”

“You’ve benefited from it more than once.” Sol A’s patience is getting thinner by the second. “Can’t you just tell me what I did so that I can either apologize for it or call you out for being wrong?”

“You and Sol B are hardly friends. What reason would I have to be afraid?” Amusement gleamed in Joonhwi’s eyes; Sol A was astounded by how he could stay so nonchalant about this. “Think.”

She glared at him, but still ceded. Damn his tenacity. “Fine, I’ll play along.”

She rolled her eyes, and in a blasé manner, started to think out loud. “I overheard Jiho ask you if you liked Kang Sol, and then you started avoiding me. Yeseul asked you to join us for lunch, and when I said Sol B would be there, even though she really wasn’t, you declined. So I thought it was her that you liked. But it doesn’t make sense, because I saw you two hanging out at the cafeteria that one night-”

His arrogant expression changed to one of shock. “You did?”

“-and then you straight up lied to me about your plans. Unless you two are already dating-”

“We’re not,” he interrupts once more. Sol A eyes him with suspicion. “We’re not,” he repeats indignantly.

“-it could only mean that you do like Kang Sol…”

Joonhwi starts slowly nodding, face a little flushed, but somehow urging her on to continue.

“...just not B. You like-”

“Kang Sol A.” Professor Yang enters the room, calling out her name.

She’s sure her professor asked her to do something, but she was unmoved. At this point, she doesn’t think anything could pull her out of her reverie for the rest of the day.

A veil that covered her eyes was lifted, and she had never been so pitiful of the blindfold that Lady Justice wore. The scales Kang Sol A carried, as heavy as the burdens she was facing, balanced with Han Joonhwi holding them up with her. She wanted nothing more than to take his hand right at that moment, to feel the heaviness in its entirety, and thank him for staying anyway.

They don't talk for the rest of the day, but Kang Sol A is unbothered.

Her questioning attitude may have always gotten her in trouble in school, but this was the one time she was glad to be wrong.

Epilogue

Han Joonhwi fell asleep on his desk again.

He normally finishes up all his revisions early, but because of his agitation, the cold table seemed to be more inviting than the bed, where he simply ends up tossing and turning.

Despite the stiff neck it was bound to cause, he’s been doing it for days, only being woken up by his constant 8:30 alarms. This time, however, it was his gracious roommate Seo Jiho who finally interrupted him from his slumber.

Jiho slammed a sealed instant ramyeon pack on Joonhwi’s desk. He groggily looked up at his friend, whose hair was still disheveled, and asked, “What’s this?”

“It’s from Kang Sol A.” Before walking away, he deadpanned, “Do your own bidding next time. I’m not your messenger.”

Joonhwi took the cup ramyeon, spotting the bright yellow sticky note on it, not unlike the ones he’d put on Sol A’s notebook, or occasionally, her forehead. He smiled to himself as he read the message, walking out to heat up some water for breakfast, but not before carefully displaying the note on his bulletin board for the whole world to see.

Han Joonhwi,

For a second-round judicial exam passer, you can be so dense.

I like you back, you idiot.

Now stop sulking and have breakfast with me.

Idiot.

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moonlightchn · 3 years

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𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞 🌕 #20

And another week as come and go! Good tuesday, everyone! How did you spend your weekend? Did y'all get to relax a little? I hope so! Anything good happen? Anything exciting? What about yesterday? I hope your week started good!

Fast recap of my weekend, Friday was great! Awesome in deed. Lix and I went out for some dinner, got the time to catch up, got to hug and kiss him, God I missed him so much. I mean, we still talk every day, but I find myself missing him anyway. It's just how much I love him. My bunny keeps getting prettier which is both utterly devastating and of the greatest blessings to ever happen, his smile is so pretty, and he wasn't wearing any make up so his pretty freckles were all over his face. 😩💜 I'm so lucky to have him. It's good to go out with him, he always helps me relax and forget about the world for a little- He's truly a blessing in my life. When I'm with him its like time stops, my responsibilities disappear. We walked around a bit too, it was a warm night so we didn't worry much about that. Food was awesome and the view is always beautiful, but the highlight was still him.

Next up, Saturday- Saturday was actually awesome too! I went to Haneullie's and Chan's house. It's good to see them doing good and so happy! I got them some food so they didn't have to worry about it, having a new born is hard work! They're another blessing on my life. Yeseul is a blessing. Do you ever look at someone and you just know you'd do absolutely anything in your power ever to make their life the best it can be? Yeah, that. She's just a little ray of sunshine 🌞 so giggly and playful. She reminds me a lot of Haneullie too, actually. Always a smile plastered on her face, welcoming everyone so warmly and sweetly. They're both particularly comforting too, must have to do with their magic. It's hard to be upset or bored around them.

Lastly, Sunday! Sunday funday they say and I made sure my little chicky had a funday to celebrate his birthday! I picked him up early in the morning and after some hours on the car we made it to a small town right outside Seoul. I made a reservation for brunch and we ate well with a pretty view too! It was nice spending time with him again like this, things have been messy and busy lately, so I hope being out like this helped him settle down a little. We went around, visited some small businesses and had fun. I got him a whole new cake for our picnic later that day too! He seemed to like it, so that's good. 😁 To close off before we had to get back, we stopped by a small fair. We were there some hours, to be honest, but hey! I got him a new plushie so theres that.

So this was my weekend! I hope yours was great too! Whether you are packed busy with fun stuff or you meet up with friends or just relax at home watching movies by your own, remember to always make the best out of your time!

Have a nice week, everyone! Stay healthy and take care.

@skz-cb Lix 💜

I'll always be there for: @shin-haneul ; @mafia-chae ; @illuminated-skz ; @babie-sanie ; caimie; adminnie; jihyo

#chans diary #cw food

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btsmutimagines · 4 years

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Our Future

Look, I suck at titles, y’all and I’m a day late ffs but happy birthday Kookie

Arranged Marriage AU

Word Count: 7.5K (I really need to stop)

Grey skies arched above you as you walked home, kicking a small pebble along with you until it got caught between a crack in the sidewalk.

You audibly sigh, enjoying yourself as you kicked it further and further each time. It was almost like you were that pebble, your life seeming to be pushed by something until it stops.

You were stuck, just like your little pebble.

You finally reached your house, unlocking the front door and noticing the familiar shoes. They were shined up and as uninvited as usual but their owner paid no mind to what you thought, clearly.

The back of your father’s head greeted you as you stepped into the living room and he put down the newspaper he was reading.

You brace yourself, knowing he came to talk to you about something. He never really looked for a conversation, just a breathing punching bag.

“Hello, father.”

“I expected you to be home sooner.”

“I hadn’t expected any guests.”

“Maybe if you answered my phone calls once in a while.”

“You don’t pick up when I call back.”

“I’ve been busy, Y/N.” When are you not? You silently retorted in your mind.

“What did you need to say, father?”

“I’d like you to come to dinner with me tomorrow night.”

“I rather not.”

“Tell me why? Is there something unpleasant about a father and daughter enjoying a nice dinner together?”

“When have we ever done anything ‘nice’, father?” He cocked an eyebrow, he knew damn well that your relationship was far from any loving familial ties.

If you had it your way, he won’t ever know where to find you.

“The Blanche, seven o’clock. I’ll have Hyunjin pick you up.” He adjusted his tie, standing up to walk away and you clenched your fists.

You wanted to yell, at least tell him off for coming over uninvited to force you into some weird dinner. But you merely stood as he brushed past you, you standing in your spot until you heard your front door shut.

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This morning, you found a box with a card attached in front of your door.

You could tell from the intricate design on the card, it was from your father. Inside was a gorgeous red dress, the off-shoulder design along with the leg slit satisfying your tastes.

You held up the dress, looking in the full-length mirror and imagining yourself in it.

“As if he would know what I liked.” You scoffed to yourself, pulling the dress back on your bed. He probably just sent off one of his servants to find something for you.

Even so, what would be so important that he would send you something to wear? You were his well-kept secret, him wanting you to keep yourself hidden from his life for appearances.

He couldn’t afford to be distracted, he said. In exchange for you disappearing from his life, he sends a weekly allowance that you’ve been saving in a separate account.

Maybe one day when you’re finished, you can pack up your things and truly disappear. Nothing was tying you down to this city anyways.

Bzzt.

You heard your phone vibrate, a text notification appearing on the screen.

Incoming in 5, 4, 3, 2…

“One!” You heard your friend, Yeseul entering your apartment and you put to the dress back into its box hastily.

“Where are you?”

“Bedroom.” She wandered in, quickly embracing you in a hug and you stood still. You’ve been friends since freshman year, Yeseul being the only one who put up with you.

You didn’t mind hanging out with her but you didn’t put your eggs into her basket yet.

Memories of your ‘friends’ asking you to hang out, racking up a huge bill and then making excuses to leave you to pay each time. Your dad even got on your case, interrogating why you spent so much each week. He cut you off, only giving you enough for lunch and your so-called friends were suddenly too busy for you.

How naïve.

“You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“Zoning out, burning imaginary holes into the last thing you looked at. You know, the usual.”

“I was just thinking, Seul.”

“Well stop that, we got other things to do.”

“We? What are you roping me into now?”

“Why do you say that like I only get you into trouble?”

“Because you do.” You deadpanned, you haven’t forgotten the time she thought it was a good idea to stay for after-hours when there’s a curfew in place. You had to dip into the savings to pay off the ticket you got.

“It’s harmless fun, Y/N.”

“That citation definitely harmed my savings.” You muttered.

“Anyways, listen. You and me, dancing and drinking at Hoseok’s party tonight. Sounds like a dream, right?”

“A nightmare, actually.”

“Come on, Hoseok was gracious enough to invite me with a plus one, meaning you.”

“I have to pass.”

“Why?”

“I have plans. Dinner plans, actually.”

“Who’s the mystery man? He must be worth your time since you’re passing up an offer from me.” She knows damn well you would pass up any party with or without plans.

“That’s not important. I just don’t think I can miss this dinner. Sorry.”

“So secretive. I expect no less though.”

“I’ll tell you about it later.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll take enough shots for both of us.”

“Remember to drink water in between and eat something too.”

“Okay.” She pursed her lips, leaving your apartment right after and you sat on your bed. You shook off the tension, checking the time and preparing yourself for this dinner.

Whatever it’s about, you had a feeling you wouldn’t like it.

You were adjusting your necklace when you hear a knock at your door. Opening the door revealed Hyunjin, one of your father’s drivers. He was newer than the others but devoted to your father like the others.

“Miss Y/N?”

“Y/N is fine. Take me to where I need to go, please.”

“As you wish, Y/N.” You took his arm, locking your door behind you and followed him to the car. The unease settled in when he started driving, part of you that you just went to that party with Yeseul.

Maybe she wouldn’t make that pointed comment and you would send your father a message.

Alas, here you are, walking into the Blanche like the little good girl he expected you to be. Wearing the dress he picked for you, even putting in the useless effort of making yourself presentable to only be met with him scowling at his phone.

“Hello to you too.”

“Ah, so you did come. Glad to see you have the decency to clean yourself up.”

“I rather you tell me why am I here instead of having this conversation with you.”

“First, sit.”

“I don’t plan on staying.”

“Then, change your plan. I have very important people that you have to meet arriving soon and it would be rude to stand there as you are.” You grit your teeth, sitting across from your father and crossing your arms.

A waiter braved his way to your table, filling up your water glass while you shot daggers at your father. Bastard didn’t even have the decency to even hint at who these ‘very important people’ are and why it should somehow matter to you?

You thought the deal was you wouldn’t even say your father’s name in passing and he could live his life freely. No burden of you.

“Ah, Younghee.” Your father got up, making you turn your head to look at a woman who was walking towards your table.

God, was he going to tell you that he was marrying this woman? Why would you even care if he gets remarried?

“I’m terribly late again, aren’t I?”

“Hardly. Is he here as well?” He? Was there a man accompanying her? Her son?

“Of course, he’s an important part of this conversation.”

“That is right. Oh, I almost forgot, this is Y/N, Younghee.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“How polite. Ah, you’re more beautiful than I thought.”

“Thank you very much.” Currently wishing the ground would swallow you whole, right about now. At least before this other guest shows up.

“Oh, Jungkook, darling, over here.” She waved someone over you, this time you stared forward. You froze as this man took a seat next to you. Fuck, you should have ditched when you still had the chance.

“Pardon my mother and I’s tardiness, sir.”

“It’s quite alright, Jungkook. All that matters is that we are all here now. Before we start, we should actually order something. Breadsticks will not get me through the night, I’m afraid.” This fucker is just going to keep dancing around the real topic for as long as he can-

“Um, I’m Jungkook. Y/N, I presume.” You looked at the man, quietly taken aback by how attractive he was. His hair was slightly parted, each hair perfectly in place. His shaped jaw highlighted his face, his pink lips were a perfect hue and he was just… perfect. But he was going to be your stepbrother, right? You shouldn’t even look at him in any other way.

“You would be right, Jungkook.”

“See, they’re already getting along.” You wanted to roll your eyes, all you did was introduce yourselves.

The waiter took your order, you quietly tapping your foot while your father acted jovial with his two guests. You only answered when addressed, quiet otherwise and hoping your food would arrive soon.

“So, Jungkook, your mother says you’re a game developer.”

“Yes, sir. Currently developing a sequel to one of my first projects.”

“My Jungkookie’s project has sold almost one billion copies globally. I’m lucky to have such a successful son.”

“Mother.”

“That’s impressive, right, Y/N?”

“Yeah, sure.” You were more interested in swirling the rich wine that sat in the glass you held in your right hand than whatever this conversation was about.

“Y/N’s in university, right? I’ve heard from your father that you have multiple companies scouting you.”

“That’s really cool.”

“Yup.” You said, taking a large swig and placing your glass on the table.

“Alright, enough of the small talk. Why are we really here?”

“Forgive her, Younghee, I’m afraid alcohol tends to loosen her lips. But I don’t mind cutting the chase.”

“It’s quite alright, I’m sure she wants to relax. After all, to be married so young in this day and age is a rarity.”

Married?

“Wait, excuse me. Who’s getting married?”

“You and Jungkook are getting married. Engaged for now.”

“Are you joking? This is a joke, right?”

“Had you not tell her? This is a lot to load on the child.”

“She could have seen it coming.”

“You’re too mean.” You got up, walking away from the table as you glared at your father. Of course, he would pull some shit like this with you now and then he has to remind you that he was in control.

“Y/N!” You didn’t look back, not caring about who was following you.

“Y/N, please.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“I can’t. Not when you’re like this.” You stopped, turning around to face Jungkook. He loosened his tie, his coat over his shoulder as he caught his breath.

“You know you walk fast in heels.”

“Why did you follow me anyways? Did your mom send you?”

“I came on my own. Your dad made some excuse about you being drinker than he thought, and my mom just accepted it. I figured it was more than that.”

“Even if it was, it’s none of your business.”

“Hard to say when we’re engaged now, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to get married to you, Jungkook.” He looked down, running his hand through his hair.

“Are you really okay with this, having everything in your life dictated by someone else? Don’t you want to know what it’s like to choose?”

“All I ask is that you give me a chance.”

“Jungkook.” How strong is his mother’s hold on him?

“I know that this is probably the worst thing that could happen to you, being forced to be stuck with someone like me but I want to show you who I am. Show you that I’m someone that you can fall in love with. If we don’t work, I’ll break the engagement myself.” You looked at him, his hand clasped together as he pleaded with you.

He looked so sincere, something in his eyes made you feel like he meant it.

“I’m holding you to that.” You replied, looking away from him and he pulled you into a sudden huh. Your body stiffened, not expecting the sudden skinship. He felt warm, the scent of his cologne making it hard to think of a better adjective.

“Thank you.”

“You’d be welcome if you let me go.” You blurted, not wanting to linger around him any longer.

“Sorry. Got a little too excited.” He cleared his throat, you avoid his eyes while you fiddled with your dress.

“Can I take you home?”

“If you’re okay with a few blocks.”

“Why not call a taxi?”

“Easier to walk.” You asserted, beginning to walk in the direction of your apartment and Jungkook could only follow you.

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You made it home, Jungkook awkwardly bidding you goodbye while you muttered a good night before slipping inside. Thankfully, you had classes to distract you but all you could think about how your dad decided to basically sell you off for his best interests. Someone like Jungkook probably had a monopoly on the gaming industry and your father wanted to venture into technology.

Regardless of how good looking he was, how successful he is, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was mainly your father’s and his mother’s influence that is driving him. How long can he put up this earnest act?

Give me a chance.

“Ugh.” You groaned, his words repeating in your head and you felt someone poking at your head.

“Quit it.”

“It’s only Monday.”

“That’s part of the problem, Seul.” You looked up to see her sitting next to you, she didn’t seem upset anymore.

“Then what is it? Mystery date was a dud?”

“Something like that.” More like mystery fiancé.

“What happened?” You came up with a lie, telling her that your father arranged your marriage overnight would result in questions you didn’t want to answer.

“I agreed to a second date and I’m not sure if I’m still up for it since we didn’t start on the right foot.”

“What do you like about him?”

“He’s loyal to a fault, he puts in the effort, ambitious…”

“Sounds like things you put on a resume.”

“It wasn’t the best first date.”

“But you said yes to a second one.”

“But he said some sweet things when he did. It sounded like something out of a drama.”

“Aw, he melted your heart a bit, didn’t he?”

“Shut up.” You snapped, embarrassed that you admitted that part of what he said actually affected you.

“I think you should give it a shot since you saw something in him. Plus, you could always dump him if he’s not what he seems.”

“I guess, you’re right this time.”

“What do you mean ‘this time’? Aren’t I always right?”

“You wish.” She nudged you, you were laughing in response.

After your talk with Yeseul, you felt better about the bombshell. But you figured you would have some time before you would see Jungkook. Not him standing outside of your apartment building with his hands in his pockets.

He looked formal, wearing a waistcoat with a dress shirt. You could see gloves covering his hands and you cursed yourself for immediately thinking of how hot he looked.

“Y/N.”

“At my pace, my ass.” You muttered as you tried to pretend that you couldn’t know him, but he started to jog towards you. The two of you ran in the opposite direction of your apartment until he caught you, your back pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Caught you. Part of me is starting to think you like the chase.”

“I like space, which you’re invading.”

“Right, no hugs. But can we talk face to face?” He let go and you obliged to his request, currently giving him a hard stare.

“I really came because I don’t have your number, can’t give our relationship an honest try without each other’s number.” You gulped, even the word ‘relationship’ made you feel weird. He was right, you thought to yourself, you had to give this an honest try, so you could properly reject him and break it cleanly.

After all, how could you fall for someone like him?

“Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“Having daydreams about me?”

“Ha, you wish, Jeon.” You started to walk back in the direction of your house, not wanting to stay out for long.

“Not even my first name, I thought we were closer than that.”

“You have to work for it.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.” How do you say things like that so casually, ugh? You pulled out your phone, handing it over to him to enter his number before he turned it over.

“Kookie?”

“It’s cuter hearing you actually saying it out loud.”

“I’m literally never saying that again.”

“Aw, come on Y/N, I can make up a cute nickname for you too.”

“Please don’t.”

“You seem like a sugar plum.”

“What kind of nickname is that? Sugarplum? I don’t even know what that is.”

“Have you never tried them?”

“I think your terrible nickname counts as a deterrent.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to be compared to a candy?”

“It’s not exactly something I want to hear, to be honest.”

“I promise to come up with something better.”

“A promise I wish you can’t keep.”

“I’m not giving up.”

“This is a weird hill you want to die on but by all means, go ahead.”

“At least it’s earned me a smile today.”

“You talk like the main lead in a romance drama. Just awfully cheesy.”

“I hope you’re not lactose intolerant.”

“Seriously, stop it.” You reach your apartment, the two of you talking while walking up flights of stairs until you were at your door.

“Time flies, doesn’t it?”

“Indeed.”

“I wish it would stop, kind of liked talking to you.”

“Mhm.”

“Ouch, you didn’t feel the same. I thought we had a good chat.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Can’t play all my cards, can I?” You unlocked your door, letting yourself in but leaving it open enough that you could still see him.

“If this is a game, hope you don’t mind losing. I play to win, Y/N.”

“We’ll see about that. Good night.”

“Night, Y/N.” You shut your door, walking into your bedroom and plopping on the bed.

I play to win, Y/N. Not on my watch, Jungkook.

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“If you stare at your phone that hard, you might actually shoot laser beams at it.”

It’s been two weeks since you and Jungkook had met, the man semi occupied your thoughts. He kept his distance, probably leaving the ball in your court in terms of whether you wanted to talk to him or not.

And you hate to admit it but you did want to talk to him at least.

“Har har.”

“Is Mystery Date on your mind again? Did you have your second date?”

“I guess you could say so, it went so much smoother like I could say anything, he would know what to say back. It was nice.” God, you sounded like a high schooler in their first relationship. And you can’t even see you and Jungkook beyond acquaintances.

“So, he wasn’t a waste of time but what’s wrong now?”

“I don’t know what to text him.”

“Wait, you weren’t already texting?”

“I met him off Tinder and he wanted to delete the app so we exchanged numbers.” You lied coolly, Yeseul humming in response.

“What are you hoping this message sends to him? Not literal, like do you want him to be more enticed by you or like you’re playing a hot and cold thing with him.”

“Just that I’m open to texting.”

“Oh. You’re not ready for sexting anyways.”

“What?”

“Just send him a simple ‘hey’.”

“Isn’t that too simple?”

“But you’re just opening a conversation, you don’t need much.”

“Are you sure?”

“Y/N, do it before I do it myself.”

“Okay, okay.” You murmured, typing it out and hitting send. He must have seen it, the familiar three dots appearing on your screen before his message came.

I didn’t think you would actually text me, I was preparing to camp out your apartment door.

I would totally call apartment security if you did.

So mean, honey bun.

Honeybun? I think you should retire from this nickname thing, it was funny the first time and now it’s just sad.

No good, huh? I have gotten plenty more to try out.

I swear I’m going to block you if you do.

Fine, I won’t try them out here. But believe me when I say that I’m going to have the perfect nickname for you and you’re going to love me for it

Sure, Jeon.

You do realize my name is actually Jeon Jungkook, not Jeon?

I am aware

Man, you play hard to get on the hardest mode, but I’m not giving up. I’m going to capture your heart.

“Oh my gosh, he’s going to ‘capture your heart’. He found your weakness, sappy lines.”

“They are not my weakness.”

“Please, all I have to say is ‘Don’t let go-”

“It’s too soon, Yeseul. Okay, too soon.”

“Are you sniffling?”

“Shut it.”

Great, you got my friend in on your corny lines

Aw, you talked about me to your friends? Can’t keep us a secret, babe? ;)

I rather keep it a secret but I need advice.

Advice?

Yeah, how to deal with such a shameless man.

Hey, I have some shame. It take a lot of confidence to talk to a girl like you, I feel like you can see through me

So, you know to not waste my time.

Time with me is always worth it, trust me.

Mhm

Somehow that hurt more than when you do that in person.

Hey, Y/N, I’m really happy you texted me but I gotta go? Talk to me later or something.

Don’t play too hard

That’s literally my job, Y/N but seriously bye J

“He sounds cute.”

“He’s something else, really.”

“I know you like to keep people at an arm's length but it really looks like he wants to be centimetres apart if you catch my drift.”

“We’ve been out twice, I’m not going to sleep with him.”

“Is he hot?”

“Objectively.”

“What kind of answer is that?”

“I’m not sure where you’re going with this.”

“I’m going to tell you to bag him.”

“You’re nuts.”

“No, it’s been two weeks since you met, he seems pretty decent and he’s objectively hot, whatever that means.”

“I still need to get to know him.”

“Just take him for a test drive.“

“Yeseul!”

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You were scrolling through your twitter feed, reading some thread exposing another influencer when you heard a knock on your door.

“Coming.” You said, walking over and opening it to Jungkook.

He lost the business attire, wearing a simple black shirt and jeans. Fine, so it wasn’t the suits that made him look so hot.

“Wow.”

“Is there a reason you showed up on this fine Saturday?”

“Because I want to take you out. Plus I got to see you in shorts.”

“My eyes are up here, Jeon.”

“Wait, let me admire them a bit longer.” You were about to swing the door shut when he stopped the door.

“I was just joking, Y/N. But would you like to go out with me?”

“You don’t mean like a date, do you?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

“Then we can hang out, Jungkook.”

“You said my name.”

“Did I? Must have been a slip of the tongue, Jeon.”

“Shoot, I should have enjoyed it while it lasted.”

“You can wait in the living room. Touch anything and I’ll have your head.”

“You’re joking, right?” You smiled in response.

“Oh.”

“So where are we going?”

“Somewhere fun, casual.”

“How descriptive.”

“It’s no fun if I tell you everything. You’ll know when we get there.”

“Of course I would because we would already be there.”

“Just get changed, Y/N.”

“Bossy.” You teased, going into your bedroom to change.

Should I dress up for him? But the most we are is friends and since when did friends have to impress each other? Gosh, why are you even thinking about this? Just toss something together!

You put on a crop top and some shorts, joining Jungkook in the living room after brushing your hair.

“Let’s go.” You clapped your hands together, getting Jungkook’s attention and walking towards the front door.

You thought you heard Jungkook mutter under his breath, making you quietly smirk before turning to look at him.

“Is something the matter?”

“Of course not. After you.” The two of you opted for the elevator, you listening to Jungkook hum melodically. He led you to his car, opening the door for you and you sat with a quiet ‘thank you’.

“Are you really not going to tell me?”

“I’ll give you a hint. It’s a building in this city.”

“I see you can be mean too.”

“Taste of your own medicine. A bit bitter, isn’t it?”

“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

“A bit.”

“Hmph.”

“Sounds more cute than angry.”

“You’re a strange man.”

“Only to you, Y/N. Mother says I’m the most perfect person in the world, you’re a close second though.” You rolled your eyes, you’re surprised he went so long without mentioning his mother and chose now to bring her up.

“Of course she does. You’re her baby boy.”

“Oh shit, forgot about your father.”

“Let’s keep him forgotten.”

“Alright.”

“I’m surprised you know how to drive.”

“What a weird comment. Why wouldn’t I know?”

“You seemed like the type to have drivers, mommy won’t want her baby to get into an accident.”

“I’m not that much of a momma’s boy. I have a motorcycle license, I’ll have you know.”

“You? On a motorcycle?”

“I was 18 and feeling rebellious. It explains the earrings too.”

“They suit you actually.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, I have to see you on a bike.”

“Depends, will you take a ride with me?”

“You just want an excuse to get me to hug you, don’t you?”

“Damn, nothing gets past you. But I miss the night rides and it’s nicer with company.”

“I might take you up on that.”

“I guess I better dust off the old bike, then.”

“It’s not a date, remember that.”

“I know, I know.” He pulled into a parking lot, smoothly reversing into a spot before the two of you getting out.

“This way.” You followed him, the sign a dead giveaway and you smiled.

“I could have guessed that you would pick an arcade.”

“It’s fun and casual.”

“Hey, Ms. Han.”

“Oh, Jungkook honey, you came! Who is this lovely woman? Your girlfriend?”

“No, she’s just a friend, Ms. Han.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You bowed to her and she waved her hands.

“No need to be so formal, a friend of Jungkookie is a friend of mine. This rascal has been coming to this arcade for years, even skipping classes to beat the high scores on most of these machines.”

“Is that so? What a bad boy.”

“Hey, don’t gang up on me. I still did well, didn’t I, Ms. Han?”

“With the skin of your teeth. You’re lucky you were a talented kid, now a big name game developer.”

“I’m still the same Jungkook.”

“You are the reason I still have banana milk in my fridge.”

“My favourite. Thank you, Ms. Han.”

“Ah, you.” Jungkook cheekily smiles before laughing, soon enough the three of you were. You took a seat at a machine, Jungkook sitting next to you and playing.

“Wanna make a bet?”

“Depends, what do I win?”

“Your most embarrassing baby photo.”

“Blackmail material, huh? Won’t put it past you.”

“Humour me with what you think you’ll win.”

“You let me take you out on a real date.”

“Aiming high, aren’t you?”

“Of course, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. You in?”

“Better be ready to hand that picture over tomorrow.”

“Don’t count on it, babe.” There’s the damned nickname, hearing it in person has the same effect as it does typed out. You didn’t let it seem obvious, focusing on the machine and the two of you playing a single round.

“I win. I can’t wait to get my hands on the sweet blackmail material.”

“Sure, after our date.”

“That isn’t part of the deal.”

“Check the scores again, Y/N.” You looked at the two screens, Jungkook putting his arm around your shoulder with a smile on his face.

10660 to 1066…5. He beat you by 5 points.

“How.”

“I’ve been playing since high school, I think I’m losing my touch. I have the high score on this game, I think.”

“I want a rematch.”

“If that’s what you want.” You tried different combos, putting all your focus on your character and finishing with a better score than the first time.

“Beat you by 10, this time.”

“Are you cheating?”

“I think it’s a classic case of sore loseritis.”

“I am not a sore loser, just can’t wrap my head around you beating me.”

“Well, I am a game developer. If I were horrible at games, that would be ironic.”

“This isn’t fair.”

“Wait here, I’ll get you some banana milk.” You frowned at him, watching him go into the back and Ms. Han hit you with a rag.

“He looks really happy with you.”

“I think he just likes winning games.”

“This is a different kind of happy, the smile on his face looks different than when he sees me coming into the arcade with a carton of banana milk or hearing about how the neighbourhood kids talked about his game.”

“It’s like he’s in love. Just like that girl he used to talk about in high school.”

“Jungkook had a crush?”

“But he has you now. Keep your eye on him for me, will you Y/N?”

“I-”

“Ms. Han, you’re running low on banana milk.”

“Ya, you punk, you should supply your own.”

“I promise I’ll buy some next time. Y/N, here.” He handed you a bottle, the straw already inserted and you took a sip. It was really sweet, you never thought he would like something like this.

“Can we book a karaoke room?”

“For how long?”

“An hour.”

“Jungkook.”

“I want to hang out with you a bit longer.” That innocent comment led to the two of you singing the opening to Naruto three times and you two belting Unravel on the top of your lungs.

You took a seat, tired and Jungkook sang on his own. He had such a pretty voice, each note sounding perfect in your ears. Is there anything he can’t do?

“One more song?”

“You’re totally going to lose your voice.”

“I’m dedicating this song to you, Y/N.”

“Oh my god.” You covered your face, laughing as he dramatically pointed at you and he entered the code.

The gentle piano played through the speakers and he kept his eyes on the screen as he sang. It was a simple love ballad, it felt like he was truly saying these words to you.

“Are you crying?”

“Shut up, that was beautiful you ass.”

“I’m not sure whether to be offended or flattered.”

“It’s a compliment, you jerk.”

“Okay… let’s take you home.”

You followed him out to his car, going back to your apartment.

“Are we really going on a date?”

“Why? Can’t wait?”

“I rather not.”

“But we had so much fun today.”

“But it wasn’t a date.”

“I know. But it was a test run for our real date.”

“You planned this out, didn’t you?”

“No comment.”

“I can admire the sneakiness.”

“I planned the whole thing, except for the little chat between you and Ms. Han.”

“Did you eavesdrop?”

“No, I thought she would say something embarrassing that I rather not relive.”

“Really, not even the girl you had a crush on?”

“She didn’t tell you her name, did she?”

“No, but now I’m curious. A girl that got your attention, wonder what she was like? Could she be the reason you got all rebellious?”

“Hey, save these questions for our date.”

“You’re serious about that?”

“Of course. Let me walk you up.” He locked his doors behind the two of you, taking you up to your floor while talking with you more.

“Just what I wanted to see.” You looked at your father standing out of your apartment, Jungkook stopping behind you. He smirked at the two of you, your blood boiling as he adjusted his cuff links.

“Why are you here?”

“Is there something unusual about a father caring about his only daughter?”

“You? Care about me? When did that start? When I became an asset to you to use?”

“Watch your words, girl. Do you realize who you’re speaking to?”

“A deadbeat father who chose money over me.”

“You-” You shut your eyes, knowing what should come next but it didn’t. Opening your eyes, you saw Jungkook holding your father’s arm and he let go.

“Remember this, Y/N, your life was never yours. Never.” He spat, walking off and Jungkook turned to you.

“He’s done that before, hasn’t he?”

“I push his buttons a lot, don’t I?”

“You don’t have to tell me but I won’t let him get away with it anymore. Okay?” You let him hug this time, holding onto a piece of his shirt for a moment. He didn’t make you say it, thankfully but he knew what your father truly was at least.

His hand patted your hair, the soft gesture melting your heart a bit. Your mother used to do the same thing when you were scared at night before you’d fall asleep she would say these words:

“I’ll protect you.”

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Yeseul came over, tossing dresses in your direction and currently spazzing while you dodged.

“Oh my god, how come you have like nothing to wear?”

“We’re standing in like a hill of my clothes right now.”

“And yet you still have nothing to wear.”

“Maybe I should get a raincheck.”

“Oh hell no, I can finally meet this mystery man tonight and you can’t take that away from me.”

“Yeseul, calm down.”

“I am calm.” So not calm. You sighed, just fishing through the clothes that Yeseul chucked and finding a simple little black dress.

“That is it. Simple, chic and elegant. My tossing abilities have never failed me.” You rolled your eyes, knowing better than to argue with Yeseul about her not noticing it when she initially tossed it at you but there was no point being a dead horse.

After putting on the dress and Yeseul becoming an impromptu hair and makeup artist, you waited for Jungkook.

You heard him knock and Yeseul sprinted to the door before you could make three steps.

“Oh my god, he’s hotter than I imagined.”

“You must be Yeseul.”

“So you have talked about me.”

“Yeah, just the usual, you being annoying and slightly overbearing. Everyday things.”

“Sometimes I wonder how Jungkook managed to get through 2 months of you without even thinking he needs a break.”

“I think about it every day, try me.”

“Oh yeah, you can start right now.”

“Oh no, missy, and pass up on this date when you’ve dressed up so beautifully? I’d would have to be locked up in an asylum.”

“I told you you looked hot.” Yeseul boasted.

“Hush.”

“Now, I’m stealing Y/N for the night. Not sure if I’ll get her back by morning.”

“By all means, take her.”

“Gee, Yeseul, some friend you are.”

“Have fun, lovebirds.” She rushed you both out, giving you a thumbs up and wink. You cocked an eyebrow, Jungkook leading you away and you were met with a midnight blue motorcycle.

“You weren’t joking.”

“I’d never joke about my Harley. Come on.” You took the helmet from him, placing it on your head and sitting behind him.

“Trust me and hold on.” You listen to the bike roaring to life before purring as he began to ride. He weaved through traffic carefully, probably because of you and parked at a restaurant.

“Can I..um…hold your hand?”

“Yeah.” You breathed, Jungkook quietly lacing his fingers between yours and leading you into the restaurant.

“Reservation for Mr. Jeon.”

“Right this way, sir.” The host led you to your table, an intimate booth with virtually no one in sight.

“A waiter will be with your shortly to take your orders.” He said, walking away and leaving you with Jungkook.

“Are you nervous?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to look this beautiful, it’s kind of distracting.”

“Should I be offended or flattered?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re pretty handsome, I guess.”

“Compliments with you are like pulling teeth.”

“At least you know how much I mean it when I say one due to their rarity.”

“Point taken. But I’m going to keep telling you how beautiful you are until it sticks.”

“You might give me a big head.”

“Even so, you would be beautiful.”

“Charmer.”

“I aim to please, babe. Since you like it when I call you that.”

“When did I-”

“Didn’t think I would notice how you gulp anytime I said it and you look to your left?”

“Okay, that’s weird for you to notice.”

“It’s because I’m always looking at you. It’s hard to keep my eyes off you.”

“Sap.”

“But you drink it up like syrup.”

“Doesn’t make it any less sappy.”

“Fair enough.” The waiter came by, the two of you placing your orders and once again were left to each other.

“What was your childhood like?”

“Always with the hard questions, Y/N. Dad was busy expanding his empire and legacy, Mom took care of me and my older brother. My older brother started working for our dad, spending more time with the company then getting married and putting any other free time into his wife.”

“It was me and mom for a while, but my dad would come back to remind me that I was his son and he’s the one calling the shots.”

“I remember the day I ran off after turning 18, spending countless nights mindlessly riding through cities, spending nights in bars and crashing at random people’s houses to get by. My mother came for me with two men to drag me back home, my father was gone. Fucked off to god knows where.”

“Mom was lonely and so was I, so we lived together. I put my time into game development, being one of the lucky ones to hit big with my first project and here am I.”

“I guess a power-hungry father is a trope we share.”

“You’re right.”

“But you’re conveniently forgetting this mystery crush from high school.”

“She was so carefree, always doing what she wanted but never in the way of others. Like a bird. She flew away, out of my life for years.”

“Do you know what happened to her?”

“I.. don’t, could only guess she’s happy now.”

“I’m surprised your crush wasn’t a video game character.”

“Lara Croft is still my number one.”

“I see, that’s why you like shorts so much.”

“It was an awakening.” You tittered, he’s such a goofball.

“Your turn.”

“It was just me, my father and mom. My mom died in my first year of middle school, dad starts nosediving into work and I had to raise myself. Dad came home one day and told me that we shouldn’t be associated with each other anymore. Sent me away after high school and occasionally pops in to make me feel like I’m nothing without him.”

“You’re more than what he could ever be. He’s just a grumpy piece of shit.”

“It’s nice to hear someone else finally say it.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He reached for your hand, his thumb stroking the back of your palm.

“Yeah.” He caught your eyes, the two of you having a quiet conversation through eye contact. You didn’t know what to say next until Jungkook started to wiggle his eyebrows at you.

“God.” You started to laugh, breaking eye contact.

“I win.”

“When was this a competition?”

“Since I said it was.”

“Is everything a game to you?”

“Not when it comes to like… serious stuff.”

“How profound, Jungkook.”

“I should be a philosopher.” You shook your head, him chuckling to himself. The waiter came around with your food, appreciating the arrangement before taking a bite.

It was silent yet comfortable. The quite clatter for utensils against dishes left you to think about this moment in time.

You would have never thought that you would be able to sit across Jungkook, being about to joke around with each other and just feel happy in each other’s company.

Didn’t think that you’d find yourself talking every day, hanging out whenever you were free, sometimes even missing him- Wait, when did things become so different?

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s just you got a little something on your cheek.” You took a napkin, gently wiping his cheek before he could. He watched you, those brown eyes drinking the sight of you and you felt like you were drowning.

His hand came to cover yourself when you were about to pull away. Your face grew hot, his large hand clasped over yours against his cheek while he gazed into your eyes. You were slowly becoming his leading lady and you hadn’t even realized it until now.

“I like you.”

“What?”

“I like you, Y/N. Not because of our parents, but because I got to see parts of you that I didn’t know existed. You’re witty, competitive, smart, beautiful, everything I could ever want and need.”

“Jungkook.”

“Tell me I’m not crazy for feeling like this, that I’m not the only one.”

“You’re not crazy.”

“But how do you feel about me?”

“Promise me you won’t grow a big head.”

“I won’t grow a big head all of a sudden.”

“I think you’re different from who I thought you were.”

“Good different?”

“Good different. Maybe more than that.”

“I’ll take it.”

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You took off your helmet, fixing your hair and Jungkook getting off after shutting his bike off.

“You totally rode slower this time.”

“It’s the only time you’ll hold me.”

“That’s because…you’re the affectionate one.”

“And I’ve been deprived, you know.”

“You have my permission now.” He took a step closer to you, his hand gently smoothing over a strand of your hair before tucking it behind your ear. His hand swiftly moved to hold your cheek before he looked into your eyes.

“I want to kiss you so badly.”

“Please do.” You breathed mindlessly before he leaned in.

He was gentle, your kiss barely touching before you pulled on his tie to reel him closer. Your mind was racing faster than your heart, the softness of his lips blocking out any other thought beside Jungkook.

He tasted like the champagne you two shared, the sweet taste more intoxicating than the actual alcohol. You melted, him wrapping an arm around your waist and temporarily breaking your kiss.

You dived back in, not wanting to let go the feeling his lips gave you. It hadn’t occurred to you that you were waiting for this for so long, holding back for what?

You pulled away, needing to breath and he held you close. His heart was pounding as hard as you was while you quietly listened against his chest.

“Give me your hand.”

“Now, close your eyes.”

“You’re getting bossy, you know.”

“Sometimes I like to wear pants, you know.”

“Don’t get used to it. I like control.”

“Then I’m all yours. Open them.” You looked your hand, seeing a ring on your ring finger.

It was a silver band with red heart crystals embedded around it.

“It’s just a promise ring. A promise that I’ll be by your side… as your boyfriend.”

“Jungkook.”

“Will you be my girl?”

“Of course, I will, Kookie.”

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❝𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ yoonmi talks to a stranger, and her relationship with yoongi hits turbulence

⇢ set in late october 2017

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜:

⇢ mentions of disbanding, fighting

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

“Yoonmi, it’s been two weeks. Come sleep at the dorm again?”

Yoonmi didn’t even glance at Seokjin. She just continued to pack up her backpack and got ready to go back to her brother’s house. All she wanted to do was get out of there and avoid the now three boys on board with Namjoon’s idea and the two others who were considering it.

It had been a month since that meeting, and Namjoon had tried to call another meeting halfway through that. It didn’t turn out well. She hated the fact that they kept bringing the idea up. She couldn’t help feeling like she was one step closer to losing her boys.

She was brought out of her thoughts by a hand pulling on hers as she tried to walk out of the door. She turned around to see Seokjin looking at her almost desperately.

“Yoonmi, please,” he pleased.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she wrenched her hand out of his. She turned around and went straight to the building’s parking lot. Seokjin tried to follow after her, but she was already speeding out if the parking lot on her motorcycle by the time he got there.

Yoonmi used the sensation of the wind whipping past her body to calm herself. The sound of her engine revving was familiar. It was comforting. She drove straight to the Han river which was one of the two spots she’d go to when she wanted to think. After securing her motorcycle somewhere it wouldn’t be towed away, she settled as near as she could to the water, her helmet by her side.

“I’ve been going here way too often,” she murmured to herself while dipping her finger into the river and absentmindedly drawing on the pavement.

She sat there for a while, knees tucked under her chin while she thought about everything that was happening. She wondered if she should go to the SHINee boys for advice. They’d been together for nine years at that point. Maybe she could get them to help her convince the boys they can do their own thing and stay together. She let out a heavy sigh and leaned back, raising her chin to face the sky.

“Excuse me?”

Yoonmi turned around and saw a girl who seemed to be a few years older than her judging by the university jacket she wore. Yoonmi tensed a little, still on edge about the last sasaeng incident. The girl must have seen this.

“Oh, sorry to scare you,” she stepped back a little. “I know you’re still probably a little shaken up by the SOPA incident.”

The SOPA incident. That’s what people had started calling the sasaeng incident that happened during their school fair. She thought it would have stayed on the down low. But, of course, people found out about it. It involved members of BTS, Wanna One, and NCT. It was inevitable.

Yoonmi looked at the girl for a bit and decided that she didn’t seem like a sasaeng. She looked like she stopped by to destress from university life as well. Yoonmi removed her helmet and patted the spot next to her.

“No, it’s okay,” she smiled, “but how do you know me?”

“My best friend is an ARMY,” the girl responded, “and I’m an Nctzen, so I’ve seen you with Hannah and the Dreamies. I listen to some of your music as well. My name is Yeseul. I thought it would be fair for you to know my name since I know yours.”

Yoonmi smiled. She was a little bit more reassured at the fact that Yeseul wasn’t exactly an ARMY. There wasn’t much of an expectation for her, and that meant this person couldn’t possibly be some weird stalker.

“What brings you here? If you don’t mind telling me, though.”

“I come here a lot,” Yoonmi shrugged while looking out at the water. “I come here to think or to write. It’s a nice place to clear your mind. Well, while there aren’t any people. They’ll start coming in around an hour, though.”

“I do the same thing,” Yeseul gasped. “I just moved here a few months ago for college, and I usually go here after my last class right before it crowds up.”

“University has you stressed, huh?” Yoonmi scoffed, remembering the way her old parents were already deciding her college courses for her when she was nine.

“You have no idea,” Yeseul groaned while flicking some water in front of her. “I’m so stressed out especially since my parents expect me to get a scholarship. I don’t even like my course, but their expectations are so high! I don’t want to disappoint any— Oh, sorry. I got a little carried away.”

Yoonmi gave her a reassuring look. “No, it’s fine. If venting helps you destress, then go ahead.”

“That was pretty much the gist of it,” the older girl laughed a little. Yoonmi giggled a little bit. They sat in silence and stared at the water rushing past the rocks in the river.

“See that?” Yoonmi asked her while pointing down at the river. “One of the reasons I like going here is that. The way the river flows despite there being rocks in the way is like a reminder for me that I can push past obstacles and keep going.”

“I never thought of it that way.”

“Not many people do,” she said before reaching down to kick a small rock over. “You know, this is like a rock for you. But I believe you can get past it. One thing I would suggest, though, is doing what you know you want to do.”

Yeseul looked at the younger girl in curiosity. “Even if my parents don’t support me?”

“Even then,” Yoonmi gave a bitter laugh. “You can’t let other people keep you from what you love. I came here to pursue music, and now I have my dream job and amazing people surrounding me. I’m sure you’ll get the same.”

These amazing people who she never wanted to leave. She frowned a little bit thinking about how she was so close to losing seven of those people. The very people who raised her to be who she was.

Yoonmi could feel Yeseul staring at her. She rubbed her knee a little nervously, knowing she implied her parents being unsupportive. If Yeseul noticed, she didn’t say anything, which Yoonmi was thankful for.

“Thank you,” the older smiled at her. “It’s amazing that you have these amazing people by your side. Your bandmates are like a found family, huh? The kind that stays together forever. Oh, can I ask a favor? But it’s okay if you don’t do it.”

Yeseul didn’t see the way Yoonmi flinched.

“What is it?”

“My best friend, Yongsun, is insecure about her name. I was wondering if you could maybe give her a small video message? It would mean the world to her.”

“Oh but her name is so pretty,” Yoonmi gushed. “It’s like she’s a sun dragon! That’s amazing! No problem.”

Yoonmi accepted Yeseul’s phone and recorded a little message for Yongsun. Just as they were going over it, Yoonmi felt someone walking up to them. She turned and saw Jungkook quickly approaching, a hard look on his face as he saw the older girl with Yoonmi.

“Oppa, this is Yeseul unnie,” Yoonmi introduced while standing up alongside Yeseul. “She goes to university, and she come here to destress like I do sometimes. She’s an NCT fan, and her best friend is an ARMY.”

Jungkook’s look softened as the girl bowed at him in greeting. Jungkook bowed back and slung an arm around Yoonmi.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jungkook told the Yeseul before turning to Yoonmi. “Haeeun texted. She’s asking if you wanna see her new place.”

“Sounds good,” Yoonmi nodded. “Unnie, is there anything you want me to pass to her?”

“If it isn’t a problem,” Yeseul’s eyes widened as she looked in her bag. She pulled out a notebook. “I have a few letters in there for them. It’s like a scrapbook.”

“You do this in class, don’t you?” Yoonmi laughed as the girl’s cheeks went a little red. “No problem, unnie. I’ll make sure this gets to them. Also, would you mind keeping the fact that I go here often a secret?”

“I’ve got you,” Yeseul smiled. “Thank you for today.”

“Thank you, too,” Yoonmi smiled. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll meet here again.”

The two waved to each other before Yoonmi turned to lead Jungkook to her motorcycle. Jungkook, as crazy as he looked, had brought his helmet with him when he took the cab to the Han river.

“Could you not make me worry like that?” he asked her while they slipped on their helmets and got on the motorcycle.

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t have run off.”

“No, it’s not that, I know where you go whenever you run off. “Jungkook waved his hand as she started the engine. He moved his grip to her waist. “It’s down the street of their old dorm, by the way. It’s the fact that you were talking to a complete stranger! What if it was a sasaeng?”

“I think my instincts have improved,” she shrugged before zipping off.

Yoonmi slipped into her brother’s house with Jungkook on her heels. She was laughing while He recalled how Mark really decided to try and eat the pizza they had all made together the moment it got out of the oven. Then her face fell on the couch of the living room.

What was Yoongi doing there?

They made eye contact, Yoongi’s eyes holding some kind of hope. That hope died the moment she walked straight past him and into her room. She didn’t even notice Yoonsung, who was carrying Yoonseol, standing by the kitchen.

Yoonseol looked up at her dad. “Papa, unnie mad?”

Yoonsung watched as Yoongi got up and sped his way to her room. He shook his head and exchanged a look with Jungkook.

“Unnie’s a little mad at Uncle Yoongi,” the elder told his daughter.

“We’ll give them some time, won’t we?” Jungkook smiled while taking the two-year-old from her dad. “How about oppa plays with you until Uncle Yoongi leaves?”

“Play!”

“Jungkook, her bedtime!” Yoonsung’s words were ignored as Jungkook carried a giggling Yoonseol to her room.

Meanwhile, Yoongi made it to her door just as she shut it. He rested his forehead against it in frustration. He was just a few seconds too late.

“Yoonmi-ah,” he knocked on the door, “open up, please?”

“Go away!”

The words felt like an arrow through Yoongi’s chest. She always loved having him around her, but that wasn’t the case this time. It hasn’t been like that for over a month. He missed having Yoonmi around him outside of promotions and official schedules. He sighed. Now, it just felt like she hated him.

“Please,” he called through the door. “It’s been a month. I just want things to go back to normal.”

The silence that followed felt like days to Yoongi, but he heard the door unlock slowly.

“Normal?” Yoonmi’s voice came before he saw her. The door opened to reveal her frowning. “You want things to be normal? Well, you should have thought about that before even bringing up disbanding.”

“Think about it, Yoonmi,” he explained. “It’s better to end it now than fade out into nothingness. We’ll be remembered as a group who did things no other kpop group has done before rather than the group who faded into nothing.”

He watched Yoonmi as her breath hitched. He noticed the way she straightened out and looked him in the eye, something she never really does with anyone. She ran a hand through her hair while her eyes started tearing up.

“You said it was all eight of us to the end,” she shook her head, voice shaky. “You all promised me no one was gonna leave. You all said we’d stick together no matter what, and, right now, it seems like only three of us are keeping our word. You know, I told someone how I found a family here.”

Yoonmi scoffed and looked away from Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t like that. He didn’t like the way she thought they would leave her. He didn’t like that she laughed at the idea of them as her family as if they hurt her.

“She told me it must be nice to have a found family that would stay forever. I guess that’s not the case, huh?”

“Yoonmi-ah,” Yoongi’s eyes softened.

“Don’t talk to me,” she shook her head at him. “You can’t. Not until you understand that this is nonsense.”

The door slammed in his face, and it was locked. Yoongi staggered backwards as if he was punched. His head drooped low as he left Yoonsung’s house.

Jungkook snuck out of Yoonseol’s room, key to Yoonmi’s in hand. He unlocked her room door and looked around.

“Mimi,” he stepped in, closing the door behind him. “I know you’re not okay. Come on.”

He couldn’t see her, but he could hear the sound of her sniffling. It broke his heart, but it helped him find her. He opened her closet door and saw her sitting at the bottom, head tucked into her knees, body shaking from tears.

“Oh no,” he knelt down in front of her. She looked up at him, tears running down her face. Jungkook rubbed them away with his sleeves.

“l fought Yoongi oppa,” she whispered before launching herself into Jungkook’s arms. “He hates me.”

“No, no one can hate you,” Jungkook kissed the side of her head, “especially not Yoongi hyung.”

Jungkook pulled her closer to him, trying to make sure she knew he was not going anywhere. He hated that she thought anyone could hate her. He hated that she was hurting because of the people she trusts with her life. He hated that she has been falling apart slowly for a month and that he could barely do anything about it. He hated the timing of everything.

He hated how it affected him more than it should.

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atinytokki · 3 years

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Walking in the Darkness

vii. An Arrangement Between Gentlemen

Spring’s last hurrah was doused in rain. The lake was flooded and school was suspended so Yeosang spent as much time as he could in the wood grove waiting for Father.

Yeseul insisted that he go and return within predefined hours, and when the rain was strong, forbade him from going at all.

After all, he had nearly been killed out there in the woods. Surely he wouldn’t want to return.

Even sitting in the observatory and practicing his calligraphy, his sister sat only a few feet away, half focused on her embroidery and half focused on him.

“I won’t mind it if you leave me alone,” he muttered, punctuating with the stroke of his pen before placing it in the inkwell and levelling a glare at Yeseul.

“Last time you were in here alone, an assassin threw rocks at you,” she retorted without even glancing up.

“He wasn’t an assassin,” Yeosang corrected, rolling his eyes and resuming his work. “He was a bandit and he was trying to kidnap me, that’s what Seongho said.”

“I think a filthy pirate is more than capable of lying to his captive.”

“Seongho wouldn’t,” Yeosang snapped, in his annoyance dabbing the brush on the page in the wrong place and spoiling the entire word. “He was haughty, h-he gloated to me the entire time. What would be the point in lying?”

“I don’t know and I don’t particularly care,” Yeseul answered calmly, tying off the end of her thread and putting the embroidery aside. Her creation still looked perfect and symmetrical.

Yeosang frowned at his own smeared page.

The forsythia grows where it is planted he had tried to write in attractive script. Turning over the page and trying again, he changed the phrase to suit him better.

The forsythia grows where the wind takes it.

“It’s about time for your nap, Yeosang,” Yeseul hummed as she got to her feet, packing things away.

“I’m not a child,” Yeosang protested. “Do I really have to?”

“The doctor said your head needed rest,” she answered quickly. “And, to be frank, you seem cranky today.”

I’ll show you cranky, he thought angrily to himself as he packed up his art supplies.

“The calligraphy looks good,” Yeseul commented as she peeked over his shoulder. “And I like the little forsythia shrub you painted. But I don’t think that’s how the proverb goes...”

“Well, I made a new proverb,” he huffed, setting the paper to dry and heading towards his bedroom.

Predictably, Yeseul trailed after. As annoying as she could be, it was in some small way comforting to be cared for personally instead of left alone to fend for himself like he usually was.

It was best when he lay under the covers, his head pillowed in her lap, and she said nothing at all but pet his hair until he relaxed enough to drift to sleep.

“Did Mother tuck you in like this?” He found himself whispering, his eyes on the curtains and the sliver of the outdoors world they revealed. Rain was still pattering quietly and his eyes were growing heavy.

Yeseul’s hand froze and hovered for a moment before she sighed and resumed carding her fingers through his hair. “She did until I asked her not to. I was in a hurry to grow up, and having Mother play with my hair seemed childish.”

Yeosang’s eyes became misty and he shifted so as not to drip tears on her forest green dress. He knew she was trying to be Mother for him, because he had missed his chance to enjoy those precious moments, and she had no children of her own yet.

“When I was your age, I lost her,” Yeseul said quietly, and the motion slowed to match her reminiscence.

Yeosang let the silence stretch out between them, listening tensely to the hitched breaths his sister exhaled until he felt it was safe enough to ask, “Do you think she would have liked me?”

“Oh, Yeosang,” she cooed, a far cry from the bickering they’d engaged in earlier. “She loved you. Even as she carried you and in the moments she had before she passed... she loved you completely.”

He sighed anyway and buried his face in Yeseul’s skirts. That still told him nothing about what she would think of the person he was now.

He wasn’t even sure who he was now.

“You know, the men at the party were right. You do look a bit like Mother, like there’s something about her that lives on in you. It’s hard to explain,” Yeseul laughed bitterly and folded her hands. “But we certainly won’t be inviting them to your party this week if we can help it.”

At this, Yeosang sat bolt upright. “My party? What? I don’t want another party—”

“Yeosang, it’s your thirteenth birthday,” she scoffed. “It would be ludicrous not to!”

“Well, if it’s my birthday party than I’d rather have a nice dinner with the servants,” he tried to bargain. “People I already know.”

Yeseul groaned as he clearly missed the point. “Yeosang, this mansion was made to throw large events and remind the town of our status as a family. I will not have you dining with the servants on one of the most important days of your life.”

“Father never holds large events!” Yeosang retorted weakly. He knew he was unlikely to win this one.

“That’s because he’s either at sea or poring over books and charts like a recluse,” Yeseul responded immediately with more than a hint of disapproval. “And it doesn’t excuse you from acting as a boy of your station should. We have a reputation to uphold here, at least help me try and salvage it.”

Deflated, Yeosang collapsed onto the pillows while his sister closed the curtains completely and returned to the bedside to tuck him in.

“Just be polite,” she compromised in a gentler tone of voice. “And I’ll even let you choose some of the guests.”

“And ask the chef to cook my favourite food?” He asked quietly, begging a bit more pitifully than he needed to.

She nodded with a growing smile.

“And let me pick the decorations?”

“Yes, alright!” Yeseul acquiesced, moving to the door. “But that’s it, no more! Off to sleep!”

A lingering smile played on his face while he traced the bedpost designs with his languid eyes. The idea of a splendiferous distraction was growing on him, if only Father could be there.

The months had seemed like years this time, and still no word on the mission with the Dread Pirate.

“Please come home,” he whispered as he succumbed to sleep, and scenes from his childhood intertwined with his dreams.

...

Yeosang was practicing his favourite violin solo when Yeseul entered in a flurry of activity and presented her empty bag.

“All invitations delivered!” She sighed with relief and dropped into a chair. Yeosang suppressed a snicker at the way spending time with him apparently caused her manners to gradually fall by the wayside. “I wish the flooding in town would have let up enough for school to reopen. It took me three hours to find all your school friends and deliver them invitations.”

Yeosang shook his head and repositioned his bow. It wasn’t as if he had that many school friends. He had simply chosen the classmates he trusted not to cause a scene.

“And by the way,” Yeseul chattered on before he could resume playing. “I was at the bookstore delivering your classmate Park Hyunjoon’s invitation to his mother when I spotted Captain Bang loitering around.”

“Captain Bang?” Yeosang was surprised. Si-Hyuk had dropped by several times in the past few weeks to check on Yeosang, but by now he had assumed the privateer would be back at sea, catching pirates for the Navy like he was supposed to.

“Yes, I was surprised too,” Yeseul hummed before shrugging it off. “I gave him an invitation since he did save your life after all, but I told him he’d have to subsist on orange juice for the entirety of the party.”

Yeosang giggled at this. It was true, the menu he had chosen was a little unrefined in comparison to that of the previous ball, but the party would be a lot smaller and consist mostly of other young boys.

“He should be grateful,” Yeosang announced proudly. “Oranges can prevent scurvy.”

Yeseul made a disgusted noise but was halted from speaking further when a servant knocked and entered with a large package.

“Delivery from Panhang, ma’am.”

Excitedly, Yeseul received it and checked to find out what it was.

“Ah, the chestnuts! Only the best for you, Yeosang,” she smiled teasingly. “You know, my husband’s sister’s fiancé lives in Panhang with an up and coming pianist your age. Perhaps you two can start an orchestra!”

Yeosang blushed and finally returned to his music. “I’m not that exceptional at it.”

Instead of arguing, his sister clicked her tongue at him and bustled out of the room to deliver the food to the kitchen. There were still many preparations for the party that needed to be finished, one of them being Yeosang’s own.

So he buckled down and got back to practicing, and by the night of his birthday he was buttoning up his frilly dress shirt with shaking hands, prepared but still nervous for the moment he’d be called upon to showcase his talents.

Yeseul emerged as beautiful as ever, this time in a sea blue dress slightly less ornate than the one she’d worn at the previous ball. As Yeosang looked closer, he realised she was receiving some guests he had hoped never to see again.

Two of the men who had been gossiping about his mother.

“You said you wouldn’t invite them,” Yeosang cried as soon as Yeseul made her way over to him, her smile faltering when she noticed how upset he was. “Why did you invite them?”

“They were all gathered at the tavern when I was handing out invitations there, it would have been an insult not to,” she whispered back, regretful. “I’m sorry but neither of us have a choice in the matter.”

“No, I don’t want to do all this again,” he whined in a growing panic. “Please just make them leave or at least... don’t let them talk to me.”

“You don’t have to talk,” she assured him quickly, before spinning around and handing him his violin. “Perform instead.”

Yeosang decided not to protest and tried to be thankful he was getting the stressful part of the occasion out of the way. At Yeseul’s cordial announcement, all guests gathered in the main parlour while Yeosang sat and prepared to play.

He had drilled it fifty times in the past week, it should go off without a hitch.

When everyone was quiet and situated, he began. The eyes on him fell away in his imagination and the song carried him to another world entirely. Yeseul was smiling and encouraging him on as the melody reached a grand crescendo. So far, it had been perfect, the lilting tune capturing the interest of even the old naval officers sitting with crossed arms in the back.

It was like he was on wings, summoning the air to flutter the curtains, obstructing the audience from view so it was just him and the music.

As the final note grew closer, the breeze died and the curtain fell back, revealing a figure in the doorway that Yeosang hadn’t noticed before.

It was Father, smiling knowingly and holding out his arms for a hug as Yeosang dropped the violin without a care and launched himself at him in full view of the crowd, abandoning the song he had been playing.

He refused to shed tears at his thirteenth birthday party, but finally embracing his father after such a difficult separation came close to making him break that vow.

“You couldn’t have come at a better time,” he sighed happily as he pulled away, ignoring the hushed whispers from the confused crowd.

“Your sister’s invitation letter found me in Kon a few nights back,” Father explained, petting his hair gently with a note of concern in his eyes. “I heard about the kidnapping and couldn’t stay away any longer.”

Yeosang held his breath, sure he would be scolded, but instead the sound of all the other officers standing and bowing to his father distracted them.

“Thank you all for coming,” the Navigator responded graciously, giving Yeosang a final pat and stepping out of the shadows completely. “I’m terribly sorry to have interrupted.”

“The song was almost over anyway,” Yeosang reassured him quickly, and Yeseul took the lead, motioning for the servants to open the doors to the ballroom again, where food and a proper band waited for a time of refreshment and dancing.

“What happened on your trip, Father?” Yeosang clung to him, buzzing with questions. “Did you smoke out the crew of the Stardust? Did the Admiral come here with you?”

Father’s smile dropped a bit before he forced another one onto his face. “I’ll have to tell you later, son. If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to speak with the man who rescued you.”

Yeosang hesitantly let go of his hand. Father was back now, he’d have him all to himself until the next voyage. There was no reason to stop him from conversing with the privateer.

So off he went while Yeosang stuffed his face with handpicked treats and watched the adults dance to a traditional song. Hyunjoon came to sit next to him and make idle conversation.

“Was the chicken broth your idea?” He asked while happily slurping every last drop from his soup bowl. Yeosang nodded and popped another roasted chestnut into his mouth. Chestnuts weren’t even in season, so he was all the more impressed with Yeseul for pulling her strings.

“What do you suppose they’re talking about over there?” He asked absentmindedly with his eye on his father’s apparently lively conversation.

“I don’t know,” Hyunjoon answered quickly before pilfering some of Yeosang’s chestnuts. “These are quite good. You know, if you bring them to school some time, maybe we can sit next to each other.”

Impatient and hardly paying attention to the boy, Yeosang handed him the rest of his food and went to overhear what Si-Hyuk and Father were discussing.

“Ah, hello Yeosang,” the privateer greeted him before he could hear anything and nervously the boy chewed his lip until Father’s hand came to rest on his shoulder.

“Captain Bang and I were discussing some potential plans for tomorrow,” his father said, allowing a pause for anticipation before revealing it. “We’d like to bring you hunting with us!”

Ah, hunting.

Game hunting was one of those noble gentleman pastimes Father was occasionally involved in, along with horseback riding, card games, fencing, playing instruments, and practicing calligraphy. Yeosang remembered when reciting poetry was on the list, but it wasn’t as popular now as earlier in his youth.

Shyly he nodded his agreement, and for the rest of the evening he relaxed as it seemed Father and Si-Hyuk liked each other well enough, and neither found fault with him for getting kidnapped by a former pirate.

“Whatever happened to the Dread Pirate Eden?” Yeosang asked when his patience was spent, holding a lantern in his hands while Father sat on the edge of his bed to tuck him in, long after the party guests had departed.

“Ultimately, he led us into a trap,” Father admitted slowly, shifting with discomfort as he attempted to explain. “It was an ambush, they were ready for us. The pirate escaped to his ship in the crossfire.”

Yeosang leaned forward and reached out a concerned hand. “Are you alright? Did everyone survive?”

“It was bad, but it was over soon,” Father muttered softly. “We lost men, but not even half the numbers we lost in Geobugi.”

Yeosang sat back and put on his best confused face. His father broke the gloom for a moment to chuckle at him and hold out an open palm.

“Drop the act, boy, I know you’ve read the journal. Why else would I have led you to it? I’ll be taking it back now, however. There will be new entries to add.”

Yeosang blushed hard and rummaged in his desk, handing the book over and settling in to sleep. “What about the Admiral? Will he ask you to voyage again?”

“I don’t know,” Father admitted as he placed the lantern on the bedside table. “Kim called a meeting at the Admiralty, but his plan to hunt down the Stardust will likely be slowed by the upcoming lieutenant examinations.”

“You don’t mind that, do you?” Yeosang noted with a knowing smile.

“No, I don’t mind,” Father chuckled, blowing out the light and leaving the room with a gentle, “Goodnight.”

For one peaceful sleep, all was right with the world.

Fog clung to the trees the following morning. Just before dawn, Yeosang found Yeseul’s maid packing her dresses away and hurried to the entryway to say goodbye before she left.

“Well, why are you up so early?” Yeseul huffed good-naturedly, simultaneously overseeing the transfer of all her boxes and bags to the waiting carriage.

“Father and I are going hunting!” Yeosang answered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Hunting?” Yeseul replied, truly shocked this time. “ You, hunting?”

He nodded with a frown and she tilted her head and gave him a once over. “Well you certainly aren’t the little boy who burst in carrying a bird’s nest one day, begging us to save it because the tree was being chopped down anymore, are you?”

Yeosang remembered the incident and supposed her observation was true, but he tried not to think of it that way. An activity with Father was an activity with Father, even if Yeosang didn’t like the loud noise the guns made or the fact that animals were killed.

Silence stretched between them until the carriage driver cleared his throat to signal things were ready for departure.

Yeosang opened his mouth to speak but found there was nothing to say. The road was long and it was time for Yeseul to embark on it.

“You’re going home?” He asked, trying not to let his disappoint show. He wasn’t really sad, after all, Father was home now and that was enough. He wouldn’t miss Yeseul’s nagging, even if he missed her running her hands through his hair.

“My work here is done,” she answered simply with a nod in the direction of the mansion.

“Well, goodbye,” he told her awkwardly, and her playful expression eased into a sentimental one.

“Goodbye, dear. Mind your manners, will you?”

Yeosang shied away as she attempted to ruffle his hair and watched her get into the carriage daintily as always.

“Try to have a baby before the next time I see you!” He yelled after her when she was only just within earshot. “I’d like a niece or nephew!”

He giggled at the echo of her indignant cry and returned to the house, waiting in the stables for Father to appear so they could head into the woods.

He and Yuma ambled along at the back of the group, following the trail Father and Captain Bang’s horses laid out in front of them until they reached a familiar grove.

Yeosang frowned. This was the place he would come to play when he didn’t feel like doing schoolwork, the place where he didn’t have to worry about anyone’s expectations. It was the abode of all his animal friends and his secret sanctuary. No one was supposed to know about it, not even Father.

“You picked an excellent spot, Si-Hyuk,” Father praised as the dog-handlers released their hounds into the woods to round up some game.

Even though he was excited for Father to teach him proper firearm handling technique, the sudden noises did jolt him into a nervous state, especially considering the surroundings they were in.

It sounded a lot like it had that day he had been rescued from Seongho.

Birds and beasts alike came running to them from the tree line, and Father and Si-Hyuk mowed them down with considerable skill.

Yeosang’s stomach turned as the hunt went on. Surely they had enough meat to survive on now, there was no need to show off...

When at last the firing stopped, Yeosang was already sitting in the grass a few paces away. He had tired of the sport quickly and preferred to work on setting up camp, laying back when he was finished to watch clouds move across the sky and hope he wouldn’t have to see another bird be shot down.

“Captain Bang and I have been talking,” Father began when they settled down for a meal, a newly caught rabbit being cooked over the fire. It looked a bit like one Yeosang used to play with.

“Yes, and we may have reached an arrangement,” the privateer finished for Father, both looking expectantly at Yeosang, whose eyes were instead on the lifeless rabbit.

“Pardon me,” he coughed uncomfortably before looking between them. “Yes? An arrangement for...?”

“An arrangement for you, Yeosang,” Father laughed in amazement. “We’ve begun to discuss the possibility of your employment with Captain Bang.”

Yeosang’s eyes immediately shot over to Si-Hyuk, widened to the size of dinner plates.

Bang Si-Hyuk wanted him? Even after he’d needed to rescue him in that most embarrassing incident?

“Well... I...”

Yeosang stumbled over his words, and Bang took it to be a sign of his misgivings and rushed to defend himself.

“I understand if there’s any moral conflict over my past,” he told them both honestly. “I was once a pirate, until I pledged allegiance to the Navy, but in a time such as now— when piracy is the foremost threat our country faces— expertise like mine is invaluable. And my navigator will soon retire, so I’ll need someone to venture into the east with me on the pirate hunt.”

Yeosang closed his mouth and nodded, glancing at Father for his opinion.

“I think Yeosang and I can both agree that he isn’t ready,” the navigator supplied. “But he studies incessantly and will soon reach the level of knowledge necessary to begin plotting courses for you, Bang. When that time comes, I think I can promise for him that he will consider your offer before any others.”

Yeosang nodded again quickly, standing and giving the privateer a thankful bow for the opportunity. The entire situation felt sudden and unfamiliar, but to be promised consideration for the very position he had always wished for merely a day after his father’s return was extremely advantageous. He felt he owed it to the privateer to repay him somehow, and this was a promising arrangement for both parties.

Bang promised to return in a few years, as soon as Navigator Kang sent word, and while they turned their own horses towards home, Yeosang allowed himself to exhale fully for the first time in the past few days.

“I must say, I’m not fond of your strategy,” Father sighed as the mansion came into view. “It would have been easier to simply connect with Captain Bang at the ball your sister held, but I suppose being kidnapped and having him rescue you moved the process along significantly.”

Yeosang couldn’t help but giggle, and his father’s stern expression softened at the sound. He knew he was only teasing.

“So you aren’t upset?” Yeosang finally asked, just to clarify.

“No,” Father answered resolutely. “Those bandits had their actions punished and good came of the incident ultimately. I’m not upset with you at all.”

Those words were a massive weight removed, and as he returned Yuma to his stall, Yeosang decided it was time to buckle down and prepare for his future.

He certainly had studying to do.

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A/N: This chapter was not supposed to be nearly 4K but I was on a roll so you get what you get I guess. We’re over halfway through the book now, so a major shift will be taking place in the next chapter and a lot of the symbolism in this one will start to make sense! Catch anything? Let me know and comment if you liked it~ ttfn <3

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Harvest Moon

Werewolf AU

Jeon Jungkook x Oc

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Chapter 5

“You’re sure, this is all? “ Jungkook stared around at the cabin which was stripped of almost all of its possessions and I finished folding the last of the linen into the small knapsack, tying the whole thing up with a length of rope . I stared around at the three crates, average sized and filled to the brim with all my clothes and also my weaving loom and threads.

“Yes. “ I said glancing around at the house once again. I couldn’t tell him that it was the river, I would miss the most. The gentle sound of the waves had lulled me to sleep on so many nights and I couldn’t imagine how cold and lonely it would be in the mountains. But that was for another day, I thought firmly. Time enough to regret all my life choices. I glanced at Jungkook, wondering what it was about him that made me feel so grounded. He looked so out of place, tall and strapping as he stood near the doorway of my home.

He looked like he could break my heart into a billion pieces and not feel any remorse. And yet, I couldn’t walk away. Instead of pushing him out of my life , shutting the door and sliding the deadbolt, I had let him crawl inside me. Let him carve out a space in my heart and take refuge there. Every cell in my body screamed at me to not fall but I had only one response to it.

A litany of repetitive, too late too late too late ran through my head.

I was falling so hard, so fast.

I ought to be terrified but all I felt was safe. Taken care of. I glanced at my feet.

“Alright then. Yeseul, I’ll be leading up front with the other alphas. I told you about the formation… You remember right?” Jungkook said seriously and I nodded, trying to recall the complex drawing he had made out for me earlier on a scrap of parchment. Generally , packs always travelled in strict formations, with the alphas forming a protective fort around the omegas. In this case, the omegas themselves would be arranged around based on what weapons they could handle and whether they could read maps or not.

I could do neither and Jungkook had told me to stick to Miyeon , the omega who had visited me earlier. She would be in the center and was good with both the sword and the bow . Jung Kook would be way ahead with Alpha Jeon and the other alphas and I wouldn’t be seeing him for the next couple of days.

It was ridiculous to think I would miss him because I’d spent my entire life without him up until now, but still, a desperate sort of longing filled my lung.

“I’ll be going now, alright? I’ll meet you in three hours when we start? Make sure you have everything and wear something warm. It gets cold at night.” He stepped close and brushed the hair off my face. “ Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine, Sire.” I said , before correcting myself when his eyes narrowed. “ Jung Kook.”

“Good. Don’t worry too much about anything okay? It’s a long trek but you’re going to be just fine. I’ve talked to Miyeon and to some of the alphas in the rear guard too. They’ll let me know if something happens and I’ll be there at once. I don’t want you to think, I’m abandoning you…alright?” He said gently and I laughed a little.

“You must think I’m a very helpless girl.” I said thoughtfully.

He didn’t respond and I hummed.

“It’s a fair enough assumption. I won’t hold it against you. Stay safe, my alpha.” I reached out and lightly touched his face. His eyes fluttered shut and he turned his head to kiss the inside of my palm.

“Say that again.”

“Stay safe?”

“No, the last bit.”

I flushed a little.

“My alpha.” I said shyly.

He gave me a wolfish grin.

“Don’t you forget it. “ He kissed me again and moved away to the door. I watched him shift into the darkness and stood there for a while. The river glinted in the fading light of the setting sun and I hesitated before shifting quickly.

Time for one last dip in the cool waters.

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“You… You’re mated?” I stared at Lee Hi in confusion as she sat on one of the flat rocks in the village square cleaning her bow and arrow with a small piece of muslin.

“Why? You find it so hard to believe that an alpha could want me? Just because you managed to somehow seduce my man, don’t think you’re better than me Yeseul.” She snapped angrily .

I flinched but felt unease spreading through me.

“But… who?” I said softly.

“His name is Kitae. He’s one of Jungkook’s friends. He talked to my father yesterday and Alpha Jeon helped us bond today. Guess, I’ll be joining you in the mountains after all.”

I smiled at that.

“That’s good. I would have missed you terribly.” I said honestly. If we were together maybe she and I could be friends again.

She looked up then , staring at me thoughtfully.

“You must think I’m a complete fool, if you think we can still be friends, Yeseul.” She said gently.

I stared at her.

“Don’t say that, Lee. I love you…you know I do…”

“And I love Jungkook.” She stood up, glaring daggers. “And I want him back.”

I recoiled, surprised. Her words clawed at me, the phrase triggering my wolf so badly that I wanted to launch myself at her. Jung Kook was mine…. He was mine.

I swallowed the mad impulse and tried to think rationally.

“Lee…. I know you’re upset… but we’re… Jungkook and I, we’re together now and I just-“

“I don’t care, Seul. I belong by his side. I’m not going to give that up.” She said evenly and there was something very terrifying about her tone.

“And what about your alpha?” I said, horrified that she had dragged another person into this mess.

“What about him? If Jungkook ends up claiming me, theres nothing Kitae can do about it. Jungkook is head alpha. And he’s going to be my alpha soon.” She said loftily.

The phrase, which had felt so special just a few hours ago as I’d whispered it to Jungkook now fell like poison in my ears.

Jungkook’s face as he told me that he was my alpha.

“ Lee… Are you listening to yourself? “ I said in distress and she glared at me.

“ After everything I’ve done for you, the least you can do is let ,me have what is rightfully mine.” Her eyes shifted to my neck. “ You’re still not wearing his mark, are you? Good. That tells me that he doesn’t really think of you as his mate yet. How could he? Do you know who he is, Seul? Do you know that kind of omega he needs by his side? He needs someone strong, intelligent and brave.”

Everything that you are not.

Her words carried so much venom that I felt physically sick. Any hope of a reconciliation, which was what I had in mind when I had first walked up to her earlier, flew out of my mind. Lee Hi was upset and she wasn’t going to forgive me.

I didn’t respond, turning away to walk away when her hand shot out, gripping my wrist so hard I whimpered.

“You’re a coward. You’ll always be one. You don’t even have it in you to defend and fight for the man who is your alpha. Jungkook deserves so much better than you. Literally anyone in our clan would be better than you-“

“Mistress!!! Here you are!! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Miyeon’s high pitched voice cut her off and I turned on my heel to see the mauve haired omega rushing to my side.

“Miyeon?” I said surprised and by the time she reached me, Lee Hi was already gone. I glanced at her disappearing back , and the heartache was still so strong.

“Come on mistress…” Miyeon began but I gripped her arm.

“Please call me Seul. “ I said desperately and she blushed a little.

“Seul. “ She said gently. “ I’m sorry if I interrupted but she was…she looked so angry and you looked so upset , I just couldn’t…”

I stared at her and felt some of the distress melt away. This girl was so adorable.

“No…it’s… She has every right to be mad so I don’t… Are you ready as well? They said we’ll be leaving in a few minutes?” I asked , glancing around at confusion in the square. The place was teeming with omegas and betas. The alphas were already up ahead on the outskirts of the village with all the ponies carrying the luggage. Most of the omegas, including the ones who were newly mated stood about in the square waiting for the sign from the Alpha leader to get moving. Everyone carried a small knapsack with just enough clothing to change during the two day trek.

“Yes, we’ll go over to the front. You can stay close to me, come on.”

As we were talking a long, loud horn blew at the front of the line and I felt my heart jump.

Miyeon smiled then.

“Time to leave, Seul.”

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I felt like I was dying.

For the first hour, I had managed to keep up with the others. Miyeon was a welcome distraction from the steadily growing burn in my thighs, her soft meaningless chatter keeping me grounded as we trudged through the woods, deeper and deeper into the darkness. Night had fallen just a few minutes after we had started and all the alphas had already shifted into their wolf form , their collective scents strong and intimidating enough to keep any predator away. We walked slowly through the night, the damp ground shifting underneath our feet as we moved.

But as the altitude rose, I could feel exhaustion set in. I desperately wanted to shift into my wolf form too but Miyeon had told me that it would be bad idea. My omega scent could attract rogue wolves if there were any in the area.

So I stayed human, my body shaking with the effort to draw in the next breath and keep my pace. Miyeon glanced around keenly, her grip on her crossbow firm and steady .

By the time we stopped for the night, the moon was high in the sky and the air was so cold that my teeth had begun chattering uncontrollably. I remembered the heat of Jung Kook’s body against mine and knowing that I wouldn’t be seeing or touching him for two more nights, was painful …so much that I felt like I could cry from it. To make matters worse, I had seen him earlier, at the head of the pack, with Lee Hi right by his side.

She had been pressed up against his side and he hadn’t been the least affected by it, even wrapping his arm around her waist every now and then as they gave us instructions for the night.

It had been a small compensation when he had searched the crowd for me, eyes lighting up when they met mine, mouth curling into a gentle smile as he mouthed out a clear , ‘mine’ at me.

“Come on, Seul… have some of this…” Miyeon was holding out a small piece of meat, marinated in rich spices over the day and cooked over the open fire. It was delicious and I was hungry.

We ate in silence for a while, until she lightly touched my arm.

“I think… I’m carrying my alphas pups.” She whispered softly and I coughed, shocked.

“You..? What?”

She ducked her head shyly.

“I shifted earlier, this morning. He told me my scent has changed.” She smiled brightly.

“Oh…that’s… That’s amazing Miyeon… your alpha …what’s his name?”

“Hoshi…”

“Well he must be so proud of you. “ I said softly and she laughed.

“He’s scared. He thinks it’s too dangerous for me to take this trek and he wanted to stay back in the village . But it’s still too early for it to be very dangerous. So, I’ll be fine.” She smiled.

I nodded.

“I hope you have one too, soon. We could raise them together.” She said brightly and I felt the blood rush to my face.

“Oh… well. I suppose that would be nice.” I lied. A cold sweat broke out on my back .

The mere thought of carrying pups was terrifying. I had been told time and again that I was too frail for it. That I would probably never live to birth a healthy one of my own. It was probably irrational but I was in no hurry to get pregnant.

As everyone finished their meals, the alphas moved to spread out around the camp and Miyeon and I managed to set up the small tent. We washed our faces to get rid of the day’s grime before settling in for the night.

I lay on the cold hard ground, waiting for sleep to come but it was hopeless.

I couldn’t sleep.

Lee Hi’s words ran through my head, over and over again . All my insecurities came to my mind, the noise of it all so loud that not even Miyeon’s gentle snores could drown it out.

I couldn’t help but feel that she was right. As head alpha, Jung Kook would always be expected to lead the clan, the way he had today and because of her skills, Lee Hi had stood there with him, by his side. While me, I had needed a babysitter to keep me safe because I couldn’t even handle a basic weapon. Wouldn’t it always be this way?

Lee Hi, with her body pressed against him because she was smart and strong and beautiful like him.

Me standing two dozen feet away because I wasn’t good enough to be by his side?

I turned around on the ground, miserable.

But he had chosen me, I thought desperately.

Jung Kook had been the one to choose me. He had said that he chose me. That he would choose me again if he could redo it. He had kissed me and touched me and made love to me. Called me a gazelle.

The need to be back in his arms was so strong that I felt a whimper bubble up inside me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was tossing the blanket off my shoulder and slowly crawling out of the tent.

The icy cold air hit me like a knife and I shivered, keeping my head ducked low. I moved cautiously through the tents, dropping to my knees every few minutes to avoid being seen. Jungkook slept in one the tents , right up near the front. I tried not to cry when I noticed that Lee Hi lay just a few feet from him right at the entrance of his tent….

I didn’t know what I had been thinking, coming here. I had wanted to see him , maybe just catch a glimpse of him to make myself better but now I wanted more. I wanted everything.

Stepping into the tent quickly, I rushed to his side, crawling under the soft sheet and pressing myself up against him. He stirred at once, blinking in confusion before his eyes went wide at the sight of me.

“Seul? What-“

“Please… Jung Kook… Alpha.. I…” I was crying, and I had no idea why or how to make it stop. I gripped him harder and struggled to get my voice low.” Please don’t ask me to go, Jungkook.. please let me stay here…”

“Shush…” He whispered, wrapping both arms around me and drawing me close.” You can stay…fuck…of course you can stay baby…but tell me why…wait… “ He pulled back to peer at my face. “ Are you crying? Seul…what happened? Did someone touch you?” He growled, looking ready to kill and I shook my head hastily.

“No.. No.. I just… I want…” I couldn’t quite formulate my thoughts. Couldn’t put into words what I wanted .

I wanted reassurance and I wanted answers.

I wanted to stay with him forever but I wanted to run as fast as I could too.

I wanted to beg him to love me, to hold me close and love me forever but I also wanted to beg him to let me go, to end my misery right now, save me undue heartbreak if he was going to leave me anyway in the future.

“Baby…what’s wrong, tell me, you’re scaring me..” He said softly, pulling me closer.

“You…. “ I choked out in a hushed tone. “ Want you.”

It seemed to be enough.

Jungkook stared at me, hair messy and eyes wide and confused.

“Please…touch me… “ I began again, stammering and he moved closer, gently tilting my chin and kissing me hard and fast. I groaned as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, licking into the heat till I was trebling, my legs shaking from arousal. He pulled away easily, a string of saliva stretching between our spit slicked lips and his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Get on top of me. Under the covers.”

I flushed but quickly obeyed. I threw one leg over his waist and climbed on top of him, pressing into him as I straddled him and he grunted a bit before reaching down and lifting my skirt out of the way. I buried my face into his neck as he pushed my underwear out of the way too.

“You gotta be real quiet sweetheart…. Be real quiet for me okay?” He whispered into my ear and I nodded , biting my lips hard to keep the sounds in as he used two fingers to gently work me open. I was wet, almost embarrassingly so and he was hard too, the length of his cock pressing against my thigh.

“Lift your hips a bit and sink down on me… “ He hissed softly ad I dug my knees into the ground next to his waist to lever myself up reaching down to grip the base of his cock, before lining it up against my entrance.

“Stay quiet, okay?” He whispered, and I nodded before gasping inaudibly as I sunk down onto his length.

It was liberating, this feeling of being filled to the brim. He gripped my waist and rocked into me in gentle controlled thrusts and I went loose limbed on top of him as he fucked into me with long, deep strokes.

He kept the pace, fingers stroking my waist in gentle encouragement as I rode him to completion, the tent suddenly too hot for me to breathe. But my heart had stopped hurting and all those thoughts had been wiped clean until the only coherent thought was…Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook……

I shivered as I came, my muscles tightening around him and he grunted as he rolled me to the side, bucking into me and helping me ride it out. But he was still hard, still rocking into me and I felt my eyes begin to slide shut, the exhaustion of the day catching up.

“You can knot me… if you want… Wanna be full…wanna have your pups…make you proud…. ” I whispered, already half asleep. Which was probably where the bravery came from.

Jungkook choked in what sounded like surprise and gripped me hard, trembling as he spilled into me but he pulled out quickly.

He was panting a little but also chuckling.

“I think you’ll scream the whole place down if I did that. When we go home, I will. ” He whispered softly , kissing my cheeks and drawing me closer. “And I’m already proud of you, Seul… “

I nodded.

“But you could do better…” I whispered as my eyes finally fell shut, sleep no longer resistible. “You could do so much better than me, Sire.”

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When I woke up in the morning, I was back in my tent. Miyeon looked bright and happy as always , seemingly unaware that I had crept out at night and I realized, Jungkook must’ve carried me back to the tent to avoid any talk . I tried to remember what I had said to him last night… But it was hazy. I had been so upset.

As we began the day’s trek again, I felt some of my strength return. Maybe, I could do this. Maybe I could hold onto Jungkook, and get through this.

Maybe it would be okay.

Atleast that’s what I thought, until it was time for us to take a break for repast and for the alphas to spend some time with their omegas.. As Miyeon went away to visit her alpha, I gathered some of the fruits from my own meal, hoping to find and share them with Jungkook.

But he was nowhere to be found.

I walked around the campsite, trying to find him and feeling increasingly anxious till I ran into Miyeon again, wrapped around a tall, laky alpha.

“Oh, Seul… Hoshi this is Yeseul! Jungkook’s omega…” She said brightly.

“I’m trying to find him…” I said after greeting the alpha and Hoshi frowned .

“Him and Mistress Lee went ahead to check the way for us. They’ll be back in a few hours.”

I stared at him.

“Just them?” I said willing myself not to show what I was feeling. But Miyeon clearly picked up on my distress. She pulled away from Hoshi and stepped closer to me.

“There was some news about other wolves in the area… They’re just going to go make sure that the path is safe for us or if we should take an alternative route….” She was saying soothingly and I quickly nodded. He had taken her along… Because she was good at it. Of course… it wasn’t like he could take me along? He was the head alpha and he needed a strong omega by his side when he did such things… Surely not one who was nothing more than a liability. A weakness.

“Yes… Yes… I understand. “ I muttered.

I did.

I finally understood that Lee Hi was right.

I could never, ever be what Jung Kook wanted.

Because I was just not the kind of girl he needed.

Note : Try not to write sex in every chapter challenge failed.

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Solhwi prompt:

Sol A tries to set up a date between sol B and joonhwi after his court 'confession' (even though she is lowkey jealous) assuming he was talking about her and confusion ensues... And if you can use the following dialogue-

"Sol, it's you. It has always been you."

love's complicated.

Sol A's not jealous. She really isn't.

But what was this twisting, nerve wracking feeling that she feels every time she sees Sol B?

notes: prompted by @confusedsoulsramblings ! i had so much fun writing this, i had to add a small bonus at the end. i had no intention on making this so long, but i guess it’s my trait to make long fics. spelling, grammar and incorrect information will be taken responsible by me. thank you all for support, once again! let me know of more prompts, questions or your reviews! feedback and criticism very much appreciated! thank you all, once again for the endless love!!

words: 3000 words.

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Sol shouldn't be any less shocked during Yeseul's trial. When Prosecutor Jin cornered Joon Hwi with his question, she turned to look at her roomie at the same time she did. Then, she saw Joon Hwi’s eyes trail nervously, fluttering between them both. Sol knew his answer from the look on his face.

It was never her to begin with.

She wasn't angry. She wasn't upset. She expected it. Sol B was sophisticated, graceful and beautiful. She knew how all the freshmen would nickname her "Ice Princess.". Could anyone disagree? Furthermore, coming from a family of lawyers and prosecutors, who wouldn't love her? She was a dream child. She possessed both the brains and the beauty.

Joon Hwi was always open with his teasing and words. He loved teasing her over their first meeting at the bookstore. He loves visiting Byeol randomly, even when Sol isn't home. He often comments with sentences that could have secondary meanings, and was very much teased by Bokgi. Even though he infuriated her sometimes, she always smiled with him.

Sol felt special, if she was honest. She felt like the only girl that he had his eyes on. She couldn’t help but feel tingly inside and her heart blooming like flowers in spring. Yeseul spent hours convincing Sol that Joon Hwi likes her, and on some nights, she liked to fantasied to the thought of it.

Of course, it means nothing to her now.

Sol sits alone in the study room, huffing out a sigh. She ruffles her hair and buries her face into her sweater sleeves. She can't believe that she can't study due to Joon Hwi liking her roommate. She doesn't like the twisting feeling in her stomach, and she doesn't know what it's called, too.

Was she... jealous?

Sol shakes her head vigorously and slaps her face a couple of times. No, she thinks, and lets out a breathy laugh. She can’t be. As far as her feelings went, she never considered seeing Joon Hwi more than best friends. The chances of him liking her was held at a much higher percentage than her liking him, in Sol’s head.

But thinking back, she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. She couldn’t bury her feelings any further, especially now that she has accidentally dug them up. Her snarky remarks, the way she acted with him, the burning feelings she felt whenever someone spoke bad of him, her smiles that she would sometimes save for him.

Maybe, she does had feelings for this second round judicial exam passer.

But at the same time, she felt wrong. Her roomie was oh, so obviously in love with Joon Hwi, harbouring such toxic feelings felt wrong. It felt backstabbing and so betraying. She couldn’t be jealous. She can’t be, anymore. She should be happy, for her best friend to fancy such a perfect partner like Sol B.

Even if it meant that her feelings were not returned, she didn't mind.

Because his happiness and smile was enough for her.

-----

Sol did her best to squash those toxic feelings. She reminded herself that her roomie was in love with her best friend, and her best friend felt the same. She avoided every moment she was caught between them and always scooted away when Joon Hwi wanted to sit with her. She gave lame excuses (”I want to sit with Yeseul”, “Yebeom needs to help me with a case”), but her feelings only bubbled up stronger inside.

She witnessed as her cold faced roomie soften in her speech when talking to Joon Hwi, the way her eyes softened when he would explain something to her, the way he gave the exact same smile to her when he witnesses her finally figuring things on her own. Or the eyes that he gives when he devours his ramyeon while Sol eats her extra pickles with equal fervour.

If Sol was being honest and straightforward, she wanted to take out her anger on Joon Hwi. For leading her on to believing that he liked her. For being so flirty with her that even BokGi wanted to join in on the teasing. For playing her into this game, only to leave her hanging and lost and completely blindsided by his feelings.

But no, she couldn’t. She knew it wasn’t his fault. She blamed herself, for letting herself be lead by him. She blamed herself for falling for him, instead of focussing on her studies. She was always more rash and emotional.

It was her decision to fall for his charms, not his.

She can’t bring herself to blame him, knowing that Joon Hwi was always like this. Mumbling with low spirits, she sunk lower into her chair in the empty study room. She purposely didn’t want to tell anyone that she would be studying in the study room, in hopes that she could be alone. Heading back to her dorm was not an option, since her roomie’s presence would made her so guilty.

“Why the long sigh, sunbae?” She freezes at the nickname. Internally, a part of her lights up, recognising the voice, but even more the nickname that was said. As quickly as it came, it dissipated as she finally registered who it was, and her guilt ridden feelings came right back up.

Joon Hwi walked in, with his bag slung over, his signature smirk on his face. Pulling a chair, he scooted it over nearer to Sol. Peering over her book, he leaned closer and grabbed the pen she was holding.

“Ooh, criminal codes. Are you having trouble?” He asks, leaning closer to her.

Sol was so glad he was not looking at her. His body was so near hers, that she could smell the fresh cologne he wore, and the slight musk of sweat from a whole day of work. She couldn’t stay here any longer, while having a knot in her stomach. Leaping from her chair, she gathered her books, nearly scaring Joon Hwi and she quickly packed her things.

“I... I just remembered that I needed to meet Yeseul for something!” She blurts out, before running out the room.

She ran up to where the lecture halls were at, before going back down and escape to a part of their campus garden. She always took the same spot, a hidden corner hidden away by a tree that even Joon Hwi isn’t aware of. She frequented that area many times, when she was still insecure about making friends and found it particularly comforting.

“This is no good, I can’t run off every time I see him.” She mumbles to herself. She knew she was right. She knew Joon Hwi was smart to catch on about her not attending classes as usual with her seat next to him. Even though she still showed up for study group, she knew that he could sense the change in her mood.

She needed a plan, and she needed it ASAP.

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A week passed after her awkward encounter. Sol had gotten used to the twisted feeling in her stomach. After a week of debating in her head, she formulated her plan to get her feelings over and done with.

She was going to have her roommate and Joon Hwi date.

Sol had figured that if there’s anything she does best, it’s to disappoint herself. Instead of losing face to her best friend and confessing to him about how she felt, she much rather have her feelings crushed instead. Because she knows that he will probably debate on who to choose and she couldn’t let him be the decision maker. He doesn't need to make such a difficult decision.

Besides, Sol knew her roomie’s situation. With an overbearing and controlling mother, the least she could do to make her happy was to have the man she crushed on. He could at least help her in her studies, benefitting her mother’s dreams of being a judge one day and have him by her side forever.

Sol knew the date was going to go well. Sol B had the hugest crush, Joon Hwi would have might as well admitted to her that he had feelings for her in front of the whole court room. All they were missing were private moments alone, without their textbooks and no mentions of school. Oh, and maybe a few glasses of wine and a fancy restaurant in town.

And so Sol found herself in the study room alone again, thinking about how to tell Joon Hwi about setting up a date between Sol B.

Apparently, fate meant for it to happen now.

Because Joon Hwi strode in, a familiar smile on his face, in his hoodie.

“Stuck again?” Joon Hwi says, nodding to her books on the table. She contemplates going into small talk and saying yes, but pushes her thoughts aside. No, she needed this out of her system.

“Joon Hwi, how would you like to go on a date with Sol B?” She blurts out, literally making her point across. Joon Hwi is stunned for a moment, as he sets his bag on the table, leaning on a chair.

“Well...what makes you think I would enjoy it?” Joon Hwi stutters back, clearly stunned.

“Oh, I mean, well, you know how Sol B likes you, don’t you? And I think it’ll be nice for you to go on a date with her. You know get to know my roomie more.” Sol replies as casually as she can. A part of her hopes he says no, that he rather spends his time doing anything else.

But instead, he just shrugs and nods.

And her heart drops, shattering like glass into a thousand pieces. She maintains her bright smile on her face, and even gives a convincing laugh. Sol sits through the next ten minutes of her telling Joon Hwi when she’s free tomorrow and promising she won’t tell anyone, not even Yeseul.

As best as she can, she excuses herself from him, hoping her voice isn’t shaky when she says “I hope you enjoy your date!” as she walks away. Her steps are shaky and she feels lightheaded. She doesn't notice how her eyes are teary, the same way they get when she cuts onions.

Rushing to the washroom nearest to the garden, she locks herself in a cubicle and takes deep silent breaths. She concentrates on breathing and tries brainwashing herself. Come on, Sol, you can’t be upset for him. You should be happy! Joon Hwi is going on a date! And he’s going with the best girl you know! Why are you upset? She repeatedly chants this in her head, holding in her tears as best she can.

But it unfortunately isn’t enough when she finally cracks, letting the pent up sadness explode from it’s cage, her tears streaming down. She prays the bathroom is empty when she wails and sobs, crumbling to the floor in a heap of tears as she can’t help but get the image of her crush and roommate holding hands and kissing.

For once in her life, she has never felt so hurt, but she couldn’t blame anyone but herself for putting herself in this situation. She landed herself in this ditch, and now she has to deal with the fact that her crush, her best friend, will be dating her roommate.

Composing herself, she wipes her tears dry and washes her splotchy face. She rejects Yeseul’s offer for dinner, resorting to spending her night at the campus garden away in her hiding spot. She’s cold, but it’s nowhere near the numbness she feels in her heart deep down. When it gets too cold at 2am, she sneaks back into campus and goes to the long sofas in front of the Lady of Justice statue.

She sits there staring into space for a long while, before carrying her bag to the, now empty and deserted, study room, where she crouches to the corner of the room. She’s reminded of the moments where he would sit with her so close, their shoulders brushed each other and their fingers always fumbled around for stationary. Everything reminds her of him, and she falls asleep, huddled in a corner, just as the rare rays of sun start to emerge.

She wanted him, but he wasn't hers anymore.

-----

“Sol. Sol, get up.” She hears a familiar voice say. Having slept for less than six hours, she’s groggy and rubs her eyes. Her back hurts from being hunched over, and her joints are sore and stiff. Her vision comes to focus as she comes face to face with Joon Hwi.

“Ah!” She yelps out, startled by his presence and retreats back, only banging her head against the metal cabinets instead. She winces and rubs her head, soothing her pain. Joon Hwi sighs and holds out his hand. She swats his hand away.

“Why are you here?” Sol asks Joon Hwi. Joon Hwi holds a serious expression as he steps back to let Sol stand on her own.

“I take back what I said yesterday.” He says suddenly.

“Huh?”

“I’m not going on a date with Sol B anymore. I don’t want to.” He blurts out. Sol takes a moment to register his words. Immediately, anger floods in. She can’t tell if it’s residual anger from being mad at him for playing her, or anger on behalf of her roommate.

“What? What do you mean? But Sol B likes you so much! You should at least give her a chance!” Sol argues back, making her way to the other side of the table at the same time, dumping her bag there. She’s proper angry now, letting her emotions take charge of her actions. Her eyes are frustrated and her face frowns. Joon Hwi stops her and grabs her wrist, stopping her from moving away from him and pulls her back to the same side of the table that he is.

“I don’t like her. And I don’t think I ever will.” He admits. Sol is breathless, taking in all this new information. But during the court, it was so clear that it was her roommate. She can’t do it, having Joon Hwi so close to her, wanting to be with him, yet getting told that he harbours no feelings for Sol B. The tension she felt was driving her crazy.

“But...” Her speech comes out breathless, almost suffocated out of anger and frustration.

“Sol.” His voice is an octave lower, as he leans towards her, his face closing the distance. “Listen to me.”

“It’s you. It has always been you. From the beginning, it was always you.”

Sol lets out a breath, almost suffocating from the tension.

It...it was her?

All this while...?

“I thought... I thought...” She hates how her voice is so full of breath. She’s leaning against the table, and his hands have shifted from her wrist to the side of the table, trapping her.“I thought you liked her. I thought this entire while, she was the one you liked.”

“Maybe this will make you trust me.”

And he presses his mouth against hers.

Sol’s startled, not used to Joon Hwi being so dominating. But his soft lips against hers distract her. She removes her hands from the table, bringing them up to his hang around his neck. His hands slowly make their way to her waist as they move in sync. When they finally part, Sol’s face is blushed bright red. She feels his hot breath against her face.

“Believe me now, sunbae?”

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bonus:

Sol B tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ears when she stops in her tracks to meet Joon Hwi.

“Hey, um, can we talk?” He asks awkwardly. She doesn’t know why she feels so calm, knowing that she should be feeling butterflies for having her crush talk to her. Nodding, they head to a spot until the staircases.

“I don’t know how to put it...” Sol B realises where this conversation is going. In fact, she has been waiting for this day, ever since Yeseul’s court hearing. She knows what he’s going to say before he even says it.

“You don’t like me, you like Sol A, right?” She completes his sentence. Joon Hwi fumbles in his speech and finds ways to defend himself quickly. But Sol B is quick to cut him off.

“It’s okay.” She says, the closest thing to a satisfied face she can make on her face. “I fully support you.”

“You’re... you’re not sad? Or angry?” Joon Hwi is cautious with his questions. Sol gives a slight scoff. If she’s honest, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what begin her crush for him, to begin with. She can’t remember if it was the way he answered questions, or the time he helped her put on her glasses. All she knows is that he didn’t like her, and she felt peace with that.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Your smile and your eyes are enough to prove it. Besides, that's who you were talking about in court, wasn’t it? You wanted to protect her.” She asks. He nods, eyes unable to meet hers.

When Sol B went to bed the night before, she noticed that her roomie was nowhere. Assuming that she was out studying, she went to bed. But when she woke up the next morning, Sol B found her bed still the same state as last night. It was obvious she didn’t return to the dorm.

“She didn't come back last night.” Sol B says and Joon Hwi’s eyes widen in panic.

“What?”

“Check the study room. She might just be studying there.”

“Okay.” He says and turns around. But he turns around once more before jogging away.

“Thank you, for everything.”

Sol B gives a suppressed smile as she watches Joon Hwi get further and further from him. She tries all she can to find anger, jealousy, sadness, brokenness, denial.

But yet, all she feels is calming peace.

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