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just-some-random-blogger · 4 years

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So... Haha... I Like You...

DAY6 Park Jaehyung x Reader Summary: Jae was that nice guy that owed you big time; you didn't mean to catch feelings for him. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Fake Boyfriend AU, College AU, lying, cheating, pining, fluff, angst, etc.

A/N: sooooooooo this happened and then I made this edit and now i just have to write gosh i love jae so much. THE EDIT IS MINE AND SORRY ABOUT THE TYPOS I HAVE AMMSKSKSKM

I had exactly 28 polaroid pictures of him.

Twenty eight.

20 + 8

I mean to take five pictures of him, and yet things got so out of hand.

I really, really didn't mean to...

And you're probably rolling your eyes, because how in the world could I say this? How in the world was I planning to get out of this alive?

"Your socks are down again," a voice jolts me out of my running locomotive thoughts. My shoulders jolt suddenly at the readmission to reality. I tilt my head up and find Jae, giving me a blank look as a candy stick sticks out of the corner of his mouth. His lips are unnaturally red because of this strongly strawberry scented lolly, and though he does nothing but look at me, I feel my pulse in my chest and my palms begin to sweat.

I turn down to my feet and find my left leg has a loose sock unlatched on my calf, sitting by my ankles. I bend down quickly and pull it up.

He clicks his tongue, "we could go sock shopping today. If you're still to stingy to buy those socks you wanted, I'll buy them for you because I feel physical pain when I see your ugly bacon socks that can't even do one job."

My eyes flick back up to his face. Jae's stupidly adorable face that I shouldn't think is remotely cute, come on!

I part my lips and begin to think of something to say-- something like he was a stupid boy for making his lips sugary and shiny like that.

I suppose I give a disgruntled look because he furrows his brows and makes my heart race faster.

"You good, sweetie?" he says purely out of mastery, and not because he thinks I'm his sweetie.

I pull a sour face and gulp roughly. I look away and ruffle my hair, "shut up, we're going to be late."

This crowded hallways was the perfect place to lose this hiccup.

I slam my locker door and clench my binder on hand. I pull on my backpack string and storm off into the crowd.

Jae doesn't get it and stands there with a incredulous and confused face. He pulls out the lollipop from his mouth and guesses it's probably the distance the other has in hardened sugar again. He chucks it into a can and calls, "wait up!"

Jae is too quick, and too damn long-legged, my gosh. He is also a slinky skinny boy and goes through the crowd and gets to me no biggie. A lil out of breath but no biggie.

He releases a sigh and catches my gaze.

"I threw the lollipop away," he says, as if it solved the theory of time travel and takes my hand.

My beating pulse is in my clammy hand, and this moron takes it into his large one. He does it because it's what he's been doing for me. He thinks absolutely nothing of it, but right now in this moment, it hits hard. It brings calamity to my mind, and I can't decide if I am more giddy that he is holding my hand or hurt because he can do it because it's nothing.

He looks around, off to his side to dodge people. Jae again thinks nothing of his actions as he tightens his grip and leads me off to our next subject.

This damned subject is the reason for this all. Had he not had a hard time in his homework, had he not slipped out of the passing rate so bad, had physics not been the bane of his existence, then maybe I wouldn't have had to tutor him, maybe he wouldn't have been so desperate to ask the "smartest kid in class" for tutoring lessons, and maybe he wouldn't have even talked to me that day I had the crummiest time of my life.

And sure, I guess maybe had that not happened, I would still be a train wreck too preoccupied in my jerk ex Younghyun.

Maybe I wouldn't have found someone else to vent to about my stupid, trivial, fickle, cliché sob story.

But ultimately, I guess it's all his fault!

Had that stupid brat not hooked up with my best friend- ex stupid best friend,

then--

Jae tugs me close as me go through a thick crowd of people. His grip on my hand is tight and firm, but it isn't strangling, it doesn't hurt. It feels secure. It feels... safe.

I look at our joined hands.

... I don't really wish to be stuck with friends and boyfriends who'd think of doing that.

Jae makes a panicked sound, "gAh! I saw mister Kim walk towards our classroom!"

He and I begin to make it through and down the left hallway. His long legs cut back to keep in pace with me as we jog up to our room. We both release a breath, and Jae finally lets go of me to open the door. My hand feels cold.

I don't know why he has to smile when he opens the door for me. I give him no reaction and immediately tread off to hide from his hot eyes.

I don't particularly know where my feet are taking me, but apparently it's to the wrong side of the room because Jae pulls me back by my backpack, causing me to crash into his chest.

I grunt and feel heat trickle up my neck and ears. He isn't looking at me when I look up at him. Jae airily says, "not there," and straightens me up.

My face burns when he shoves me under his arm. My nose is intoxicated by his stupid candy scent and cologne. My stomach begins to dance like a washing machine.

Because of my preoccupation to my own bodily reactions, if goes unbeknownst to me where exactly Jae is looking, or glaring exactly.

I do notice his jaw clench, but I do not know it's because of the putrid sight he sees.

Younghyun watches a few rows away. Jae and he give each other looks. The later clenches his jaw and tries to make eye contact another. Jae is too protective and keeps everything under his arm. He makes sure to show full distaste and turns to give what he's protecting a kiss.

A kiss.

I said he kissed my head.

I turn to him and feel like a tomato. Jae smiles at me and leads me to the other corner of the room.

I can't do this.

Mr. Kim does his lesson.

He talks about theorems and angles.

He removes his coat halfway because he was getting into his discussion.

And even though all I could to is watch, or barely look at the professor in front of the class, blabbering on and on about equations, I was unable to actually listen or register any information, because, dammit, Jae was looking at me.

He had his right cheek in his hand, and his elbow on his desk and he was looking at me.

It was not intense.

It was bored.

He kept pointlessly bothering me, as in he found it boring to even annoy me.

But I was cut into a statue because of it.

All I knew was Mr. Kim was opening and closing his mouth, and Jae had his hands extremely near my face as he fiddled with the tips of my hair.

"I'm hungry," he mutters.

"Go eat something then," I reply, too snippy, too fast.

He takes a moment to reply and I make the grave mistake of thinking that I've upset him. He is fine. Jae is simply looking at the hair he was fiddling with as he thought of an answer.

The moment we made eye contact and I felt my stomach drop, I knew.

I couldn't do any of this anymore.

"I kinda want a burger and some fries."

I turn away from him and reply, "then go get some."

He drops my hair and props both of his elbows on the desk, bored, "okay."

I turn to the direction opposite to Jae and feel the sunshine through the window telling me to jump out while I can.

I don't.

The bell rings.

Jae takes my hand again once I have all my things tidied up. He takes my binder from me and begins to lead me out of the door. He makes sure I walk in front of him as we do so.

He wraps his arms around me fron behind and rests his chin in my head, "I'm sorry you have to deal with that."

Deal with what?

What is he talking about?!

Does he mean the hair fiddling?

Why would he apologize?

"My offer to break his teeth still stands, you know."

Wait. He's going to break teeth?

Break who's teeth?

Hold on.

Does he mean Younghyun?

"Who else would I be talking about?" he scoffs out from above me.

"pssh, I didn't know the loser was here."

.... and I'm speaking to myself aloud now.

We make it out of our building and the sun is just spotlighting the tree's leaves just right.

Jae's holding my hand again.

I'm dragging my feet.

Why doesn't he mind that I'm basically being such dead weight to him? I look out and see a girl coo at the sight if him.

Jae catches it and smiles because he hears the part were she says they looks so cute.

Suddenly, he remembers.

"Oh hey," Jae stops and pulls out something from his bag. I look at the hand he held as he then hands me something. "I figured since we used up a lot of your films, you'd need some more."

I take the small paper box from him and stare at it like oblivion.

Jae chuckles, "don't need to thank me for being such a good sugar daddy when I took up most of the pictures you have anyway."

My cheeks burn at the fact he called himself a sugar daddy.

It is in my silence and lack of teasing or mocking banter Jae knits his brows. He straightens up and fixes his own bag, "hey are you okay? You've been uncharacteristically meek today."

I release a breath as I turn to my feet.

Jae is really concerned at this point.

I fake a smile and turn to him, "yeah, no, I'm good. Mr. Kim's new discussion really got me."

"... but he did a recap of last week's discussion."

I am caught off guard. I chuckle nervously. I scratch the back of my head and rack my brain for an excuse. I think of nothing and play it off weakly.

Jae straightens up. He is about to speak but I beat him to it, "actually Jae, there's been something bugging me lately."

He knits his brows and crosses his arms seriously.

My breath hitches.

I gulp, "I think we can finally call it even."

There is a moment of silence

Jae blinks and shakes his head slowly. "Uhm, I'm... I'm not following."

I chuckle nervously, "well," I snap my fingers, "as you showed just a while ago, you're actually understanding the physics lessons by yourself now, and, like, Younghyun doesn't contact me at all anymore-- hell I don't even think fo the bastard anymore--" I grumble quickly. I turn from afar back to Jae and feel heavy underneath his gaze.

I give a pinched smile and conclude, "yeah, eh, we don't have to pretend to be girlfriend-boyfriend anymore."

I wait for a response.

A laugh.

A sigh of relief.

Something.

But there is none.

Jae just looks at me, perplexed.

"I'm just thinking," I point to my temple and motion, "I keep playing it in my head that you have to keep putting up with me. And like- and like- you spend money on me that even I don't want to spend on myself, and I don't think it's fair to you."

Jae shifts from where he stands and speaks, "well if that's what you're worried about. Don't. I really don't mind." Ask me why.

I sigh and chew on my bottom lip.

Jae catches on and knows it is a sign of agitation.

"Well, actually there's more."

Am I really going to be saying this?

I clear my throat and go back and forth the palms of my feet, "I actually just think--"

No. I am not going to do it.

"--that we should just go back to how things were."

Jae is mortified with what it could mean.

I catch in and immediately clarify, "I just mean! That... I haven't hung out with my friends in a while. And, like, Dowoon has been looking for me for a long time now..."

False. Dowoon could give a rat's ass about me and would most definitely kill me if he ever finds out I used him as an excuse to get out of a dreaded confrontation about my one-sided, undeserving like to Jae, which according to him is not one-sided at all, which is extremely preposterous as it is.

Jae feels himself deflate, key words: my friends. Wasn't already there a friendship between him and Dowoon?

"I really appreciate everything you've done for me. I'm glad that you don't need me anymore."

Jae wants to scoff at what he just heard, who in the world said that?

"I think it's best for all of us that we get out of each other's hair..." I explain.

I swear I saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes, but it's just my wishful thinking because Jae breaks into a warm chuckle, "well, you are pretty annoying."

"Ha ha," I reply, rubbing my shoulder.

Jae, who felt so good when he woke up, feels like burrowing underground. He pushes the though of it away though, because he sees the genuine smile in front of him. That genuine smile that got him the moment he saw it.

I gave him the most sincere statement I could muster up at this point, "thank you for everything, Jae."

He smiles back, softer, and waves me off, "we're even."

I nod, "even Steven."

He nods.

We stand in an awkward silence.

I realize the box of polaroids he gave me is still in my hand. I turn to it and turn to him.

He beats me to it, "consider it a parting gift."

I look at him and somehow feel hurt, hurt that he's making it as if we don't have physics class together anymore, or literature or home economics.

I pull myself back however and remind myself of the truth.

Dowoon's an idiot and Jae deserves way better that some girl who cried for months about a jerk.

I shake my head and purse my lips, "okay."

There is a breeze cutting in between us, begging us to go our separate ways.

Jae shoves his hands in his pockets and musters up the lamest, "guess I'll eat alone then."

He regrets saying that.

My heart breaks.

He takes a step back, waves off and promptly dissmises me with one last, "bye."

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years

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Don't Break Me Again

Commissioned by: @skittlez-area512

Pairing: Younghyun x Reader

Wanrning: Just Pure Angst

Word Count: 2.4k

"Who was that?" You ask Younghyun, trying to force a smile as you approach him, watching another girl try to slyly slip away.

"The girl I'm going home with after the show, likely my future wife." He says, his face straight, his eyes lacking any humor. He places his guitar strap over his head as he gets ready to step on stage.

"W-what?" You ask, the tears building in your eyes.

"I'm just kidding babe, christ." He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Before you can respond, he runs on stage, ready to melt hundreds more of girls' hearts.

It took you a few days to be able to fully let go of his comment.

He was joking, at least that's what he told you later that night. You were being dramatic and overly sensitive again, you didn't trust him and he didn't know if he could be with someone as insecure as you, so you told him fine. You packed a week's worth of clothes and headed to a friend's house.

5 days later he called, begging for you to come home. He apologized profusely, promising he was going to change.

You needed to ask him a question that night that you returned, but you were scared. More so scared of his reaction but also his answer. With Younghyun it really could be anything.

"You.. you weren't with anyone while I was gone, were you?" You asked nervously. You and Younghyun sat on the couch, cuddling.

"God no. Why would you even ask that? I spent the entire time missing you baby. I'm so sorry for everything. You deserve more, I'll be the man you need." He whispers, pulling you in closely.

And you believed him. You believed all of it. Until you found a pair of dark purple panties shoved in between the mattress and box spring a few days later.

And they definitely weren't yours.

"What the fuck is this, Younghyun?" You scream, throwing the panties you had found at him.

"Why are you throwing your underwear at me and screaming like a mad woman?" He snaps, placing his guitar case on the floor. "I just fucking got home and you start this shit already."

"I'm starting this shit? You said you weren't with anyone while I was gone!" You cried. Your heart felt like it was going to shatter.

"So fucking what if I was! You weren't here. What else was I supposed to do?" He spits. "I let you have your little tantrums, you run off and do god knows what, with who knows who while you're gone."

"I sit inside and I cry! Because I love you! And I want us to work! And you're out fucking whatever?" You scoff, unamused.

Younghyun scoffs. " I'm just trying to play catch up, whenever I get the chance baby. We all have a past, some more than others." He smirks, looking you up and down, and not in a lovingly way, no. This was a judgemental, disgusted look.

A look that you were no stranger too when it came to Younghyun.

"Wow." You sniffled, rolling your eyes. "Not even surprised you'd end up going there with a line like that." You laugh, no humor to be found anywhere. "I'm done." You whisper.

That night you end up at your best friend, Jaein's house. She's always had a particular distaste for Younghyun, or as she calls him, Brian.

"He's a piece of mother fucking shit babydoll, and you deserve someone who is not a giant man baby piece of shit. That's all I'm saying." She says, shrugging her shoulders before taking a large sip of wine.

If there was anyone you could truly count on, it was Jaein. She never failed to make you laugh, brightening your spirits after Younghyun so viciously tore them down, even though it wasn't her job to fix it.

She always told you how much you were worth and how much you should see it, but she knew you loved him.

Fuck did you love him.

She always took your side when you came to her about your fights, she shit talked him like there was no tomorrow, but she also never tried to convince you to leave him. She knew you weren't ready, she also knew that you would leave him when you were ready. She always gave you a hug when you said it was time for you to go back to him, never pressuring you to stay.

She knew no one could leave him for you.

Early that next morning, you left Jaein's and headed back to your shared apartment with Younghyun. You opened the front door, slipped off your shoes, jacket and hat while making your way to the bedroom.

You unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your body before stepping out. You stood at the edge of your bed where Younghyun slept so peacefully.

You knew you needed to end it but you were unbelievably, unequivocally in love with him. You would do anything for him, be anything for him and he knew it.

You just wished he felt the same about you.

You constantly asked yourself why you stoll stayed, why you put yourself through the torture of knowing theres almost a 100 percent chance he will never love you as hard and as much as you love him. You needed to be done. But how can you quit something you need so badly?

You knew he was able to love, you've seen it. He loved his guitar. He loved his music, and he loved his groupies that followed him from small dive bars to even bigger dive bars. He loved the attention that he received from those women, any woman really that wasn't you. In his mind because you couldn't make it to every show, you weren't as dedicated as them. You didn't love him more than them. You didn't support his music enough. Telling him you were working was never a valid reason to not be there to support his dreams even though you were pretty sure he didn't even know what your dreams were.

You were done.

You just wished he wouldn't break you again. And again. And again.

But that seemed to be the thing he was best at.

This time you were actually going to be done. You needed to be done. You couldn't keep chasing him around, waiting and praying that one day he might decide to settle down. One day he might decide you're finally worthy of his unconditional love since he's put you through so much.

One day you might be good enough.

You crawled into bed with him, his arms slipping over your body before pulling you in tightly against him. He nuzzles his face into your head, deeply inhaling the scent of your hair.

"I've missed you." He sighs.

A tear slips down your cheek as you wiggle yourself closer to him.

"Really hope you didn't go fuck some dude last night like a whore." He huffs.

You can't do this anymore.

Now Y/N. Do it now.

"I'm done, Younghyun." You whisper.

"Stop." He groans. "Don't ruin a perfectly good morning."

"I'm not. I just can't anymore." You sigh, wiggling out of his hold.

"Where the fuck is this coming from?" He snaps, sitting up in bed before rubbing his face. "Fucking Jaein is getting in your head again isnt she?"

"No, I'm finally realizing it myself. You tear me down, and build me back up only to tear me down harder next time. You don't care about me. You constantly throw it in my face that I have a past and think I'm always cheating, but that's all you. You think I don't care about your music because I don't attend every show, you crave the attention from random women, not to mention who knows how many times you actually cheated." You snap. "I'm done being treated like I'm the lowest scum when I've done absolutely nothing to deserve it. I've done nothing but love you and support you but it's never good enough for you Younghyun. I will never be good enough so I'm done." You sigh.

"Please don't baby. You're my world. I love you so much, let me prove it to you baby." He cries. Boy was he an excellent manipulator.

"You've had an abundant amount of chances and you've fucked them all up. Save it." Younghyun begged and pleaded for you to stay while he followed you around the apartment as you gathered up the belongings you could think of at that moment, the most important things. You knew you could come back in a few weeks or so to grab whatever you forgot. Because this time was it, this time you were done.

Looking over your shoulder, you see Younghyun's pained face as your hand reaches for the door knob. "If you walk out that door Y/N, I swear to god, I'm done. I won't ask for you back, you'll have lost me forever." He snaps.

"You've already lost me." You whisper, gently closing the door behind you.

A few weeks later, it still felt like your chest was going to cave in. Like your heart was going to glue itself back together before shattering into a million pieces, over and over.

You cried into Jaein's pillow everyday, all day. You missed him so much. Maybe it wasn't time, maybe things could be better this time.

Younghyun had texted, called and showed up to Jaein's apartment everyday. His messages came multiple times a day, his calls even more. Your heart slowly mended itself with every loving message you read, with every soft word you heard him speak through your voicemail. He sounded sincere this time. He sounded like he was going to try, this time would be different. Maybe the 11th time's the charm.

You took a few days to think it over, making sure it was truly what you wanted, and it was. Not to necessarily get back together with him at the moment, but just to see him. See him perform, listen to his voice. You missed everything about him.

This was a good idea.

Or so you thought.

Jaein kept her mouth shut as you made sure your outfit was perfect. Younghyun had told you he had a gig tonight at one of the first bars you met at. You didn't tell him you were going to come, you wanted to surprise him.

"I wish you all the luck with Brian, babydoll." He forces a smile.

"Thank you. For everything." You smile. "I'll see you in a bit."

For the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful. Younghyun promised to spend more time with you, go to anger management, and couples counseling. All things he had never promised before.

He was trying. He was finally trying.

You smiled widely as you pulled the door open to the bar.

Your eyes looked hopeful as you tried to find Younghyun. They widen as you spot him laughing. You can hear the sound of his laugh in your head.

Making your way over to him, you rehearse in your head about what you're going to say to him, wondering if he'll hug you, swing you around, plant a kiss on your lips?

You're distracted as you approach him, the possibility of so much happiness blinding you. When you finally came too, you stopped dead in your tracks. Younghyun laughed as he wrapped an arm around a girl, leaning in closely to whisper something in her ear, making her giggle. Their eyes met, he slightly grips her chin to tilt her head up before leaning down to place his lips on hers.

After a few seconds, they break apart, smiling at eachother. He feels like they're being watched so he raises his eyes,scanning the room. He lands on you. You with the shocked face, hurt eyes and heavy breathing.

You were so fucking stupid. You should have known better. You did know better. Younghyun had never changed, he had always said he would but never did. What made this time any different? Nothing except you had hoped so fucking hard that this time it was it. This time he would love you properly.

You let out loud laughs/ scoff before turning around to run out the doors you had just so excitedly came in.

"Y/N wait!" Younghyun yells, leaving the girl behind to chase you.

You run through the door to the outside, where it's now pouring rain.

Of course.

"Y/N, please!" He yells, catching up to you. He grabs onto your arm, yanking you back. "Just wait!." He yells.

"What!?" You scream, pulling your arm away from him. "What the fuck do you want?"

"You weren't supposed to show up tonight. You weren't supposed to see that." He sighs.

"Oh." You laugh. "So its my fault for showing up, hoping to fix us, and not your fault for being a piece of shit who just can't keep it in his pants."

The rain pours harder, you and Younghyun stand face to face, water dripping down your bodies.

"You didn't return any of my calls or texts. What was I supposed to do?" He asks. "It's been like a month."

"Wow." You scoff. That's all you can say.

"How long after I left did you start seeing her?" You ask.

"Four days." He admits.

"F-four.. four days? You only waited four fucking days? I'm so fucking stupid. You will never not be a self centered piece of shit will you?" You laugh.

"Excuse me? What the fuck gives you the right to insult me? How's a used up whore like you any better." He laughs.

"Yeah, okay. This just sealed it. I'm done." You say, turning to walk away again.

"You're done because I'm saying you can be done. Got it? Because I'm tired of manipulating you. I'm ready for someone new." He smiles.

"What are you talking about?" You ask.

"I've never loved you, frankly never really liked you. You were just too easy. Too easy to manipulate, to easy string along like a little puppet. I could completely tear you down until you were nothing and say all the right things to build you back up. You're easy to read, easy to fuck, just all around easy. I need a bit of a challenge now." He smirks, patting your shoulder before walking away, leaving you standing in the rain, thinking about the words you'd never recover from.

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ourlordandsavioryoungk-blog · 6 years

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Hot Chocolate | kyh

KangYounghyun/YoungK/BrianKang Oneshot

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Language?? But it’s pretty PG.

When you walk into the coffee shop, you're immediately hit by the warmth. You notice the dimly lit lights, the empty tables, the soft indie music playing quietly over the speakers. You notice how it's the complete opposite of the bustling life outside in the cold November weather. You also notice the smell of hot chocolate brewing behind the back counter.

“Be with you in a second,” the barista behind the counter yells without looking up from his order. You stand at the register patiently, opting to pull out your phone to make the wait go by faster. After a few minutes you hear a “What can I get for you?” causing you to look up.

And when you do, you're floored.

Shit, he’s beautiful, you think. The most beautiful, fierce, feline eyes are staring at you expectantly. Don't just stand there, give him your order!

“Uhm, I'll get a small hot chocolate please,” you say, rather shakily. “Alrighty,” he replies while scanning the screen in front of him. While he rings in your order, you can't help but stare. From his carefully styled raven black hair to his perfectly pointy nose, he was perfection.

You almost don't hear him when he gives you your total, brought back down to earth when his sharp eyes meet yours. You stand there for a second before realizing he’s waiting on you to pay. You hurriedly look down and start digging into your wallet for your card. When you look up again, he's looking at you with a quizzical brow and an upturned smirk, almost knowingly. You give him your card while keeping your eyes down, not daring to make eye contact.

After swiping your card and giving it back, he turns to the various stacks of upside-down cups and gets started on your hot chocolate. While he's making your drink, you get lost in his features once again. God, how can one human be so gorgeous? Honestly, what normal person has hair that nice? Does he use mousse to get those waves? And that body? How can someone look so angelic and so sinful at-

“You don't have to wait at the counter,” you quickly avert your eyes from his ass and to his face to find him already looking at you. “I can just bring it to your seat,” he says with yet again another smirk.

Shit, he knows. Shitshitshitshit.

“Uh, I- Uh, I actually just wanted it to go,” you stumble out.

Saved by the bell, the machine in front of him dings and he brings his attention back to your drink. He pushes the button and starts filling your cup with the brown liquid and you're saved for a few seconds. For the first time since you walked through the cafe door, you're not focused on the gorgeous barista and instead focused on the delicious smell of hot cocoa. After finishing your drink, he puts a lid on your drink and turns to walk back to the register you’re standing opposite of.

“Here you go” he says with a tight-lipped smile as he holds your drink out to you. You grab it and hastily turn on your heels. “Have a good day” you squeak out, walking like hell for the door. You're just about to break free when you hear a “Wait!” over your shoulder, making you pause in your tracks.

You take a deep breath before slowly turning to see the cute barista leaning with an elbow against the back counter and- you guessed it- another smirk spread across his lips. His eyes are mischievous this time, and you anticipate that what he’s about to say is going to ruin you.

“On a scale of one to ten, where do you think my ass falls?”

Your head falls back with a slight chuckle and he stands up straight, walking around the counter towards you. “Cause honestly, I’ve always thought I had a strong seven, maybe an eight on occasion, but I don't know. I've always thought of myself as a Kim but maybe I'm just a Kendall.”

He’s only a few steps away when he stops, towering over you. The way he’s looking at you, with his small crescent eyes and blindingly bright smile, you could faint. You break free from his trance, turning towards the door and feigning annoyance by rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. Before turning the knob, you’re stopped once again when he says lowly, “My name’s Younghyun.”

This time when you turn, he’s only a few inches from you, smile much softer, but still there. You can hear your heart pounding, and you're pretty sure he can hear it too.

“Y/N,” you reply. He repeats your name and lets out a breath, still sporting that beautiful smile, still sporting that twinkle in his eye. You could get used to this, you think.

Your moment is broken by the door opening, a man outside the threshold silently begging for you to let him into the warm shop. Younghyun greets the man and quickly walks behind the counter while you're blurting apologies, both of you equally flustered. After apologizing a hundred times, you rush out of the shop and back into the cold.

You curse as you walk down the street to your apartment, trying to keep your winter coat as tight to your body as possible and taking sips of your drink every now and then. When you get to your building, you carefully use your free hand to pick your keys out of your purse and let yourself into your apartment. You plop straight down on the couch, studying the hot chocolate in your hand and thinking about the cute barista, Younghyun.

Younghyun.

You spin the cup in your hand round and round, thinking of the fairy lights wrapped around the menu board, they way they brought out the hues of brown in his eyes, the way his hair shined in them. You're snapped out of your reverie when you see writing peeking out from under your fingers placed on the cup. You move your hand around to the back of the cup and bring it closer to your eyes. On the cardboard gripper wrapped around the cup reads:

495-5633

You immediately sit up straight. He was into you? You didn’t make a complete idiot out of yourself? Oh my god, stay calm. He's just a guy, right. Just a nice, funny, beautiful, guy. No pressure, right? Noooo pressure at all.

You pull your phone out of your coat pocket with shaky hands and unlock it, tapping the new message button. Your thumb hovers of the screen. It's not like you don't want to, that's quite the opposite. Is he pitying you? Has he changed his mind by now?

God, just do it already.

You finally type his number in and take a deep breath.

Great, now you just have to type a message. What do you say?

'Hi! This is Y/N, how are you?’

You think on it for a second before backspacing. Too basic. Ummm funny! Try funny.

‘if you were a coffee, you'd be a cutepaccino.’

You immediately backspace. Okay, what the hell was that? After going through a million different options, you eventually settle on something.

495-5633 [Sent 7:13PM]

You stare at your phone for the next ten minutes before placing it on the couch cushion beside of you, deciding to forcibly put your mind on something else. You walk to your bedroom and start doing your night routine, trying to distract yourself. After changing into your pajamas and washing your face, you'd done nothing but watch TV, not daring to overthink the text. The minutes turn into hours and you start to lose hope. Maybe you should've just sent what you’d typed first. He’s probably changed his mind about you. It's when you're staring out the window and drinking your nightly tea that you hear your phone buzz.

The nerves that had been long gone are coming back in an instant. You run to your phone, stargazing long forgotten. You pick your phone up, though it almost slips from your sweaty palms. Your phone is lit up with only one notification.

1 message from 495-5633.

You unlock your phone and stare at the text displayed.

495-5633 [Received 10:01PM]

Can I ask what that means??

You [Sent 10:03PM]

On a scale of 1 to 10, its a 9. i'd give it a 10, but i don't want to rub your ego any more than I already have.

Younghyun [Received 10:07]

Hahah I'll take it 😂

Sorry I took so long to reply, I just got off work 😭

You [Sent 10:12PM]

Ew. Ur an emoji person.

Its fine, i've only been a nervous wreck for the last 3 hours, nbd.

Younghyun [Received 10:15PM]

Emojis are staying. Take it or leave it.

You [Sent 10:17PM]

Ugh, fine.

So, do you give your number to every girl that comes in your shop?

Younghyun [Received 10:20PM]

Haha honestly, no. I know i probably sound like a douche but I just wanted to get to know you and I didn't really have the courage to ask for your number

You [Sent 10:25PM]

Oh, but you had the courage to call me out for looking at your ass earlier? A man of mysteries.

Younghyun [Received 10:28PM]

Woooow. You know, you're pretty mouthy for someone who couldn't say three words to me without blushing a few hours ago.

And I had reason! You were staring me up and down like a piece of meat. I am a human being you know?

You [Sent 10:31PM]

A man with jokes too! Goodness, you're a Jack of all trades.

Younghyun [Received 10:35PM]

…. So are you not gonna acknowledge the topic.at hand here or…?

You [Sent 10:37PM]

Absolutely not.

Younghyun [Received 10:38PM]

Noted.

Care to acknowledge it over lunch then? Tomorrow at 1? The sandwich shop next to my shop is really good

You [Sent 10:42PM]

Lunch- yes. Talking about my embarrassments- no.

Younghyun [Received 10:45PM]

Fair enough. I’ll take what I can get

Younghyun [Sent 10:47PM]

LOL i'm gonna go to bed. See you tomorrow.

Brian [Received 10:50PM]

Sweet dreams.

You [Sent 10:53PM]

… Bring hot chocolate

You break your intense attention away from your phone and clutch your mug to your chest, mind going a hundred miles an hour. You set your mug down in the sink and head to your bed, ready to get under the sheets (although you probably won't sleep at all tonight).

The next day when you arrive at the sandwich shop, ten minutes early, Younghyun is in the corner, already seated. Your eyes find his, already looking at you. You're greeted by a hot chocolate and a gorgeous smile, and that smile doesn't leave for the rest of the date. You guys talk about books, movies, how he's a bassist in a band with his best friends, and how you're in love with the stars in the sky, though neither of you know you’ll also fall in love with the ones in his eyes. And when it's time to leave, he walks you to your apartment and leaves a sweet kiss on your lips. He does the same thing the next time you meet. And the next. And the next, until it becomes a regular routine. Until his kisses and hot chocolate become as normal as taking the bus every morning or looking at the sky before drifting away every night. And even after winter is long gone and summer brings it’s sunny skies and warm weather, his sweet kisses and hot chocolates are still a constant.

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Young K: One Door Away

Been wanting to write this one for awhile so I finally got it out of my brain~ we love mutual pining in this house Thanks for reading! 🍑😘💓💓💓

Younghyun x Fem Reader. Smut (office coworkers, mutual pining). 7.5k

[Part 2]

"Just the two of us?"

You and Younghyun sat side by side in your boss' office, news of an out-of-town conference reaching you. She'd just informed you that she'd like for you and Younghyun to go together to the conference and represent your company, and you were having mixed emotions. You and Younghyun got along so well. You were fantastic coworkers who got things done effectively and with ease. However, the hardest thing for you was trying to ignore the attraction you felt. Every day there was something he did or said to make you internally swoon. But you never had the guts to do anything about it, at least not yet. You were simultaneously anxious and excited by such an opportunity to get familiar with him falling into your lap.

"Yes, I think you two could handle it just fine. Why, don't you think so, Y/N?" Your boss furrowed her brow, concerned.

"No! I mean, yes! I-I do think so, I think it would be great--fine..." You stumbled over your words and caught a glimpse of Younghyun bringing his hand up to his lips, stifling a smile.

"Younghyun? How about you?"

"Oh yes, I think that would be just fine. Y/N and I are certainly capable of handling that." Younghyun smiled brightly, confidently.

"Then it's settled. I'll have Brennan make the arrangements."

After a few polite pleasantries, you and Younghyun left her office and stepped out into the hallway.

"You ever been to Chicago?" Younghyun asked as you walked.

"Oh, um, no I haven't," you answered, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that you'd soon be in Chicago for two days alone with Younghyun.

"Hmm, nice city. I'll show you around," he said, then stepped into his office. "Have a good day, Y/N."

"Yeah, you too." You kept walking, as if in a daze, to your office just one door down from his.

You closed your office door behind you (something you rarely did), and plopped down in your chair, trying to comprehend the situation you were getting into. You automatically wondered what you would wear on the trip, in the way you would for a date. But, you reminded yourself, this was not a date. It was not even a vacation. And it was not a trip with Younghyun. It was business, and you needed to be professional. But, you couldn’t help the electricity that was running through your veins.

🚪

"We're coworkers, and it's just a business trip," you told your best friend, Hyerin, over the phone as you packed your things. You were telling her, but also trying to convince yourself.

"It's not just a business trip if you're hot for each other," she replied.

"We're not hot for each other!" You were glad she couldn't see how red your ears were getting when you said that.

"Well you're definitely hot for him, and I wouldn't doubt he feels the same with the things you've told me about him. A trip with just the two of you is bound to end in bed."

You became even more flustered at her words, but the alarm on your watch beeped, cutting your conversation short. "I have to go," you told her, zipping your suitcase closed.

"Okay, have fun and tell me all the dirty details when you get back!" Hyerin rushed before you could hang up.

"There's not going to be any, bye!" You pressed the end button and tossed your phone into your purse, then snatched it up, grabbed your keys, and headed out your front door.

Your friend's words rang in your head the whole trip to the airport, and you wondered if they would come true. You weren't completely sure if you wanted them to or not. You shook your head to try and sweep your mind clean as you retrieved your bags from the trunk of the cab. You thanked the driver and walked confidently through the sliding doors of the airport. You had decided to at least pretend to be confident and comfortable, and try your best to fake it till you made it.

Your plan worked; the whole time you were in the security line, the Starbucks line, walking through the crowds, you felt sure of yourself. Your heels clicking on the hard floor, the dull clattering of your suitcase behind you, the way you held your posture as you walked and sipped your coffee...you felt invincible and ready to take on this trip.

And then you heard his voice call your name and all of that came to a screeching halt. You turned and saw Younghyun with his black bag on his shoulder, smiling brightly at you, and suddenly you felt weak in the knees. You stumbled a bit in your heels from turning too quickly, grabbing the wall to stabilize yourself and cursing under your breath as you tried to hide the embarrassed redness that you were sure was now coloring your cheeks.

"Careful," he said, placing his hand on your shoulder when he reached you.

Oh fuck. That was the first time he'd touched you today and it was already sending your heart racing. This was gonna be a long trip.

You soon boarded the plane and ended up seated at a window with Younghyun right next to you. At least you could distract yourself with the view. Younghyun pulled out some papers to look over before the conference, but you always chose to not worry about work on flights. It was a time no one could expect work from you, so you took it. Younghyun on the other hand, wanted to be extra prepared. You waited for take off and watched as his fingers shuffled through the stack, not realizing you were staring until they stopped moving completely.

"Sure you don't want to review these?" Younghyun offered. As if that's what you were thinking of. You wished your thoughts were that pure.

"No, no, I've looked at them a hundred times," you answered with a wave of your hand, turning back to the window.

"A trip with just the two of you is bound to end in bed." Hyerin's words popped back into your head. You doubted she was right, but couldn't deny the part of you that hoped she was. You put in your earbuds and leaned against the window, doing your best to concentrate on the music until you landed, with some degree of success.

When you landed, you and Younghyun found your way out of the plane and airport and grabbed a taxi. He took the lead and you did your best to follow, finding yourself feeling a little like a lost puppy tagging along. But he went on far more business trips than you, and he'd also been to Chicago before and you hadn't, so you tried not to let it bother you. You enjoyed seeing the new city, all the towering buildings that surrounded you. You were used to being in cities like this, but each one was unique and had its own character, so it always interested you to visit a new one.

You turned back to the inside of the cab and saw Younghyun on his phone. "We're almost there," he informed you, typing away.

🚪

"Alright, here are the keys to your adjoining rooms." The concierge placed one key card in front of you and one in front of Younghyun, and you furrowed your brow at those last two words.

"Adjoining?"

"Yes, there is a door connecting them, so you can simply unlock it from both sides if you wish to move between the two rooms," she replied helpfully.

Younghyun looked at you, seemingly just as confused. You hadn't booked these rooms and neither had he, they were just given to you by your company, by your boss' assistant. Maybe Brennan was trying to send you a message...

"I'm sorry, is that a problem?"

"I...I don't know..." Younghyun let his words trail off, looking to you to see how you felt.

"You can also keep them locked if you wish," she tacked on, trying to help.

"Yeah, it's...it's totally fine." You simply shrugged, taking the key card in front of you off the marble counter. Younghyun went along with it. If you were fine with it, so was he.

You both went up to your respective rooms and dropped your stuff, changing into more comfortable clothes before heading out into the city.

You checked your phone; Hyerin had texted you.

Hyerin: Did you land yet? How's the hotel? Did you kiss him yet? 👀

You rolled your eyes and looked over at the white door that separated your rooms. Somehow having that door there made him feel even closer to you than a wall would. You imagined yourself, a thousand times more confident, bursting through that door, grabbing Younghyun by the collar, and kissing him hard, the way you always wanted to. But you knew that would never happen.

You texted her back, answering her questions as simply as possible.

Me: Yes, fine, and no!

You locked your phone and forgot about any of those pressures your friend was putting on you.

Spending the day with Younghyun in this city that was all new to you was like a dream; you walked along Navy Pier together, visiting the shops and taking in the sights, talking with him so effortlessly. It wasn't a date, but it kind of felt like one, and you let yourself fall into that little illusion a bit. If dating Younghyun was anything like this, you were dying to date him even more now somehow.

🚪

"Did you hear that Brennan and Sooin are dating?" You asked, fiddling with the straw in your drink. You and Younghyun had ended up back at the hotel bar for a quick drink before heading up to your rooms for the night. You'd already talked for awhile about the conference tomorrow and about all the sights you'd seen that day. You were getting exhausted after all the things you'd done since the early morning, but didn't want to leave his side.

Younghyun smirked at his glass and took a sip before answering your question. His expression made you pause, wondering if he knew something you didn't. "I...Yeah, I did hear that."

You practically snorted at that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"No, nothing. Just, his office is next to mine, and...our building has thin walls, that's all." He cleared his throat and caught your eye, and you shared a knowing smirk. Apparently things were more heated in your office than you knew.

"Oh," you laughed, taking another sip of your drink, already finishing it off and ready for another. You wanted to get a little tipsy; you were hoping it would take the edge off and keep you from having your nervous little walls up around him. If you wanted to get anywhere with Younghyun, you'd have to have more confidence, and alcohol was one way to get you there.

"Think it'll last?" You asked, prodding a bit, not because you actually cared about your coworkers love life (you couldn't give two shits if they were dating, or fucking, or whatever), but because you wanted to see how he reacted. What was his opinion on office romances?

Younghyun leaned forward, crossing his arms and resting his elbows on the table, the sleeves of his button-up now rolled up and hugging the crook of his arm. "Oh, I don't know. They're such different people...But, they certainly seem like they enjoy each other's company, so..." He raised his eyebrows and chuckled as he spun his glass a few times.

Well now you were curious. It sounded like this was a regular occurrence. "They really fuck while you're in the office?" You asked incredulously, lowering your voice a bit. Their offices were right by yours. You felt like you were living under a rock.

"Oh yeah, at like lunch and after meetings...You've never noticed?"

You shook your head no, and started on your second drink. Sounds like everyone in your office was getting laid but you. That made you start to wonder about Younghyun himself. He didn't talk about his personal life often. Maybe he had someone already. Maybe he was dating someone, maybe he was fucking someone on the regular. He could be sleeping with that cute new receptionist for all you knew. That thought made you take a rather large swig that burned your throat.

"You should slow down," Younghyun laughed, grabbing your now empty glass as you reached for your next one.

"I know my limit," you told him, spinning the straw between your fingers. "So are you dating someone?" Oh shit, did I just ask that? That had tumbled right out of your mouth without a thought. That liquid courage was starting to do its job already.

Younghyun laughed again, and took a drink before licking his lips. "No, no I'm not. I would have mentioned it if I was." Oh? You nodded calmly, secretly ecstatic at that fact. "Why, are you dating someone?" He asked playfully, throwing it back to you. You were aware of how childish you were being, bringing it up in the first place like that. You felt like a couple of kids asking each other who their crush was.

"Nope." You answered simply, so as not to say something that would embarrass yourself.

"I hear Dave's single," Younghyun teased, knowing you would not be interested in your rude, much older coworker.

"Gee, thanks." You felt a slight buzz kicking in, which was maybe why you felt more at ease with talking to him. "Well...I guess I'll know the right guy when he comes along." You subconsciously let out a little exasperated sigh and pursed your lips, watching the ice spin in your glass as you played with your straw. He placed his elbow on the small table and rested his head in his palm, watching you talk. Though you noticed his gaze, what you were a little too tipsy to notice was the endearment behind his eyes.

"I'm sure you will."

A pause hung in the air and you both looked down at your own glasses that were nearly empty. You knew this was your chance to bring up your feelings, the perfect opportunity, but even the alcohol coursing through your system wasn't enough to get you to do that at the moment. And when he downed the last of his drink and started to get up from his chair, you knew your chance was slipping away.

"Well, I think I'll head up to the room. Gotta get up early tomorrow."

You wanted to say something to get him to stay and talk with you some more, but your brain was too frazzled to think of anything and you knew it was getting late.

"I guess I should too."

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You laid in bed that night, trying so desperately to think of anything, anything else but Younghyun laying on the other side of the wall. But your mind always found a way to wander back to him. He was so close, just a door away. But you needed to sleep. You unlocked your phone and checked the time, sighing when you realized it was 2 am and you were no closer to falling asleep. Fine. If your brain wanted to think about him, you'd let it.

You thought back to how his fingers looked curled around his glass at the bar, the way he licked his lips after taking a sip of his drink, the way he smiled at you with those affectionate sparkles in his gorgeous eyes...man, you were losing it. You let yourself think about how nice it would feel to have his hands on you, feel his fingers tracing over your skin, then down between your thighs. You let your fingers do what you wanted his to, working them into your panties and sighing when they slid through your pussy, which at this point was more than wet with as long as you'd been thinking of Younghyun. You imagined his lips on your neck, forming dirty words you so desperately wanted to hear in his voice. His hot breath on your ear, his strong body pressed to yours...god, you wanted him. Groaning when you pushed two fingers into yourself, you got caught up in the imagery of his cock entering you. "Fuck...Younghyun..." you sighed dreamily and lost yourself in your fantasy, trying to focus on cumming so you could hopefully fall asleep. You pumped your fingers and used your other hand to rub at your clit, whimpering when you quickly pushed yourself to a contained but satisfying enough orgasm. You moaned once more as you rocked against your fingers through the aftershocks. You sighed heavily, laying back and feeling your eyes start to close tiredly. Good, it worked.

You laid in silence for a moment, concentrating on getting your breath back to normal. You jumped when your phone suddenly buzzed on your dresser. Who's messaging me now? You reached over and unlocked it, a subconscious gasp leaving you when you read the short message.

Younghyun: good night, y/n

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"Morning, Y/N. Did you sleep well?" Younghyun smiled brightly at you, looking as put together as usual, a well tailored suit and nicely styled hair all in place, his fingers working on completing the look as he finished putting on his watch. You stepped into the hall and let your hotel room door lock behind you. God, what do you say to that when you knew he had heard you the night before? At least, that's what you assumed from his message.

"Uh, yep, good. Just fine." Lie. You hadn't slept a wink. You spent the evening staring at his message, trying to decipher it. Was he turned on? Was he annoyed? He had heard you, right? Of course, that's why he was sending you that. Right? Why else would he have texted you that at 2 in the morning? You had said good night to him in person hours earlier.

"Good." Your eyes met his and you swore you noticed a playful glint in them, not to mention the little smile that pulled at one corner of his lips. You looked down to try and hide the blush that was certainly rising in your cheeks. "Let's go eat then get to this event. Do you have everything you need?" You glanced down at the papers in your arms, patted your pocket for your phone, then replied that you did, so you walked together to the elevator.

You really didn't feel like going to a conference and talking to a bunch of suits right now, but what choice did you have? Besides, part of you wanted work, if only as a distraction. So you ate a quick breakfast together, and pushed thoughts of the night before to the back of your mind, concentrating on work. You made sure to drink a couple cups of coffee before you left the breakfast table; you'd need it if you wanted to stay awake through the morning. Younghyun looked as collected as usual, chuckling at you as you grabbed a third cup of coffee while he waited for you by the door. "Ready now?" You nodded quickly as you took a sip, following him down the hallway.

You and he decided to split up and meet again at lunch, so you each could network with as many people as possible. That worked well, kept you focused on work, and you were proud of yourself and the articulation you were able to keep. You sat through some talks, made small talk with lots of people, and lunchtime rolled around soon enough. You found Younghyun and took the empty chair next to him with an exasperated sigh.

"Okay, I'm getting burned out with all this business talk," you whispered in his ear as you sat down, making him chuckle as he took a drink of water.

"I know what you mean, I'm sick of this fake-nice crap. I wanna get this suit off," he added, finger pulling at his tie. You wanted to get that suit off too...dammit. So much for work distracting you. "Almost done, just a few more hours." He patted your knee, just at the hemline of your skirt, and surprised you by keeping his hand there. A mild tension hung in the air and you glanced up at him. He smiled slightly, a playful spark in his gaze, and you gave a little smirk of your own, then he brought his hand back up to the table. The whole interaction took all of a few seconds, but you felt as though you had a whole silent conversation.

There were so many signs, so many clues, that told you Younghyun was into you. But you needed to hear it. You needed to really know. Besides, even if he was into you: how much? In what way? Did he just want to fuck you? Or was he interested in something more? Or maybe he just found you kind of attractive and that was all there really was to it. You couldn't say for sure at this point, and it was a delicate situation considering the fact that you worked together. You usually avoided workplace romances of any kind. And on top of that, he was the only one here with you. If he wasn't actually into you and you made a move, at the very least, it would make for an awkward rest of your trip.

But, you figured, these were bridges you would cross when you came to them. For now, you were still at this conference, and you needed to stay focused on work. You ate your salad with him, and your conversation was as comfortable as usual; he made you laugh, you felt at ease, and lunch was over much too soon.

You went back to listening to talks, small talk, networking, and other work things that kept you somewhat distracted, but in the back of your mind you couldn't stop thinking about when the conference would end and you'd get to spend time with Younghyun again.

When things started to wind down in the later afternoon, you felt your phone vibrating in your jacket pocket, so you shifted the papers in your hand and pulled it out to see Younghyun's name, calling you.

You giddily answered it, but composed yourself when you spoke.

"Hello?"

His sweet but warm voice met your ears with the most welcome words. "Ready to get out of here?"

"Yes please," you answered quickly, making him chuckle a bit.

"I'll meet you at the door we came in."

You gleefully made your way there, and felt a pang in your stomach when your gazes met. Younghyun looked so handsome still, even after all day at the conference. You were sure you didn't look nearly as good as you had in the morning. Your makeup was feeling heavy, your heels were hurting your feet, and you could feel your hair was certainly not in the tight, clean ponytail you'd started with. But he looked just the same.

"I'm gonna drop my stuff at my room," you told him as you both got into to the elevator, pulling your hair tie out from your slightly disheveled hair, shaking it loose so it didn't look as bad. You noticed the way he watched you do this, but what you were a little too distracted to notice was the way he moved his notebook in front of his crotch to hide the slight tent that was forming. You really had no idea how much your presence affected him; you were way too busy worrying about yourself and how he affected you.

When you got off the elevator and to your rooms, you patted your pockets and a sudden realization hit you: you'd forgotten your hotel key card on your bed. "Oh, damn it."

"What's wrong?" Younghyun asked, sounding worried and stepping a bit closer.

"Oh nothing, I just forgot my key in there," you replied, gesturing to the door. "I guess I'll go talk to the front desk."

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Your room's connected to mine, remember?" Younghyun held up his hotel key card that he had in hand and raised his eyebrows. "Just come in to my room, you'll be able to get in."

Oh NO this is too perfect.

"O-okay, yeah, of course, I don't know why I didn't think of that," you chuckled, trying not to sounds too nervous, as Younghyun turned to unlock the door. He held it open for you politely, and you let yourself in. He clicked on a lamp and you stood near the door to your room for a moment and fiddled with your fingers while he let the front door close. "Well I guess I'll uh...I'll head into my room."

"Would you like to stay for a drink?" He said quickly, making you breathe an internal sigh of relief. So he did want you to stay, he wasn't just being polite.

"Okay, sure!" You answered, perhaps a little too spritely, and took a step away from the door.

"Go ahead and help yourself," he told you as he set all of his things aside, paperwork, pens, business cards he'd acquired, and the like, finally now on the back burner of his mind for the rest of the day.

You were happy to do the same, setting your things down on the wooden desk and grabbing a glass. Alcohol certainly crossed your mind, but with the way your throat was nervously parched, you quickly poured yourself a glass of water from the water bottle you'd been carrying around and downed that.

Younghyun made you jump slightly when he laughed, right at your side. "Sure you don't want anything else?" He reached around you and grabbed a glass of his own, standing extremely close to you and making an anxious blush rush through your veins, prickling your skin. Luckily he couldn't see your goosebumps under your maroon blazer.

"No, this is good," you replied, your voice pathetically weak.

"Okay..." You could hear the smirk in his voice, but were too scared to look into his eyes, even though you could tell he was looking intently at you. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his body, smell the sweetness of his cologne, and you were worried if you looked up at him you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from kissing him right then and there, at the very least. You were also extremely aware of the damp state your panties were in under your skirt, and that situation was only getting worse with each passing moment. "Can I tell you something?" He asked suddenly, moving from your side, but staying close.

"Um, yeah, sure."

Your heart raced harder when you realized he was moving behind you. His hands gripped the edge of the table on either side of you, locking you in, his chest pressed to your back. Holy shit. "Y/N, I know...that you know...that I heard you last night." You swallowed hard and your heart was absolutely pounding. Younghyun brought his mouth closer to your ear, a quiet murmur that drove you completely crazy. He didn't sound corny, like some guys trying to sound overly sensual. He sounded confident but also slightly frustrated, and you realized what you were hearing was a confession. "But what I don't know...is if you heard me." Your stomach dropped and you felt a needy pang in your core. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? "Normally I wouldn't be so forward, but I heard you say my name. Also, I don't think it's any secret that we're both very attracted to each other, and have been for some time. Since it's our last night here, I thought I'd take the chance." You felt like you were dreaming, and looked at your glass, blinking a few times, just making sure that you weren't. You cleared your throat and did your best to stay as composed as him. You did vaguely feel his heart beating against you though, and it was quite strong. He was right, and you were grateful. No more beating around the bush, flirting and wondering how he felt. You let yourself fall into what you both wanted, and leaned back into his chest, your hand curving over one of his that held the table.

"I want you so bad, Younghyun," you admitted, finally. He sighed heavily, sounding relieved, and moved his hands to quickly grab your hips, pressing his hips forward, surprising you by letting you feel his hard-on against your ass. He must have been trying to hide that from you, but you wished he hadn't. Either way, you could feel it now, and it turned you on immensely, somehow more than you already were. You felt both wound-up and relaxed, anxiously anticipatory yet at ease in his grip.

"I've been waiting to hear you say that," Younghyun groaned in your ear, before pushing your hair aside to kiss up your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into his frame, rocking your hips back into his, wanting to finally feel how hard he got because of you. It'd been way too long since you'd gotten laid, and the fact your dry spell was being broken by Kang Younghyun felt like a misty dream. God, it felt good to feel his hard cock pressed against you; you were squirming in his grip now, arching your back and pushing back into him to get as close to him as you could, your body still pleasantly trapped between him and the wooden table. Younghyun trailed his hands up your chest to your shoulders, where he pulled at the neckline of your blouse to attach his lips to your skin, leaving frantic, wet kisses there, so hot they made you melt. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it down to your skirt, and he readily followed your lead, abandoning your blouse to bring both hands to the hemline of your skirt. He was all over the place, not sure what to do next, as he wanted to be all over you at once. Your breathing was as heavy as his, and you didn't need to talk to get him to understand what you wanted. Younghyun's strong hands gripped your skirt and pulled it up out of the way, a lust-filled groan escaping him as he groped your ass. He pushed a hand between your legs to rub you over your panties, and it felt so fucking good, but you were desperate, and you'd waited so long for him already.

"Please just fuck me. We have all night to do anything else, but please, right now, just fuck me." You whimpered needily, your hips grinding down on his hand. Younghyun groaned again in your ear, then left a wet kiss behind it.

"God, you're so hot." You heard him sigh as his hands left your body, but he didn't go far; his belt jingled behind you as he got his hard cock out. This was not how you anticipated your first night with him going, but you were so happy it was happening at all, that you couldn't find it in yourself to care. He tossed his dark, leather wallet onto the table in front of you and you heard a crinkling that you guessed was a condom wrapper behind you. While he worked on putting that on, you shimmied your panties down your thighs and hiked up your skirt, then felt Younghyun pressing you back against the ledge of the desk. The wood dug into your thighs but it was worth it if he would keep his body close to yours.

You reached a hand over your head to pull his head closer to yours and craned your neck to meet your lips with his. You both sighed and took a moment to lose yourself in this kiss, the first real kiss you'd shared, and your mind was void of any thoughts but him. A part of you absentmindedly thought that even if this night hadn't gone any further than kissing, you could have been content with that, but you were quickly reminded of how badly you wanted to sleep with him when you felt his dick rubbing through your slit. "So wet..." he noted softly.

"From spending the day around you," you quipped with a smirk, turning your head to look back at him. He smiled back at you then leaned back a bit to watch his length start to sink into you. You hadn't gotten to see his dick so you didn't realize how thick he was before he started to push into you, and the stretch made you groan and grip his hand that was stretched around your middle.

"Oh my God..."

"Don't worry, I'll go slow," Younghyun said. That made you think that he must be quite aware of his size and used to his partners needing a bit to get used to accommodating him. He kept his promise, holding you close and moving slowly, back and forth, a little further in every time, until he was finally fully inside you. He stilled and you felt your pussy clench, this stretch being exactly what it, what you, needed. Younghyun was breathing heavily in your ear, and you knew your breaths were coming out similarly.

You turned your head and kissed him again, letting your tongue lap lightly at his lip this time, and he responded by pressing his tongue between your lips lithely. He pulled his hips back, dragging his cock nearly all the way out, then shoved back in, in a thrust that had you both groaning into each other's mouths. He just kept going, quickly fucking you at a steady pace, not spending much more time on foreplay, especially since you were both so worked up and you'd already practically begged him to fuck you first. You wanted to keep kissing him but it was uncomfortable to keep twisting around and you really didn't want him to stop fucking you, and god was it hot to have him taking you from behind like this. So you turned back around to face the wall, but his lips didn't leave your skin and stayed glued to your neck. You briefly imagined the table in front of you was his desk, at work. How hot it would be to fuck him in your office where you spent every day together, where your coworkers would continue to work, oblivious to any sexual escapades you may have gotten into.

"God you take it well," Younghyun groaned before leaning forward and pressing his hand to the desk for leverage. "I could fuck you all night, baby." Oh god, pet names! You were simply melting now.

"That's the goal."

Younghyun chuckled darkly and fucked into you particularly hard, making you stutter out a few curses. "Oh is it? Tell me, what else did you have in mind?" Younghyun pulled you back so you were flush against him and made the table clank against the wall with every hard thrust. Normally you'd be worried about the noise, but you knew there was no one on the other side of that wall because it lead to your room. You were in complete bliss, finally getting filled to the brim, having a warm body to fuck rather than your own fingers or toys, and having it be your biggest crush in the world wasn't half bad either.

Your mind flickered through the various fantasies, your go-to thoughts, the things you'd imagined doing with him, and the possibilities this particular situation offered. But no matter what you thought of, you couldn't think of a way to say it aloud, especially when you were so distracted otherwise. So instead you decided to show him. You placed a hand on his thigh to get him to pause, and he followed what you silently asked. You moved so he pulled out of you, then turned around and sunk to your knees, watching his expression change as you pushed his shirt up more and wrapped your hand around his thick cock. "Fuck..." he sighed as your hand jerked him so well, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. Your gaze came down to where your hand was and you finally got a good look at his dick. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't tried to picture what he looked like before, but you had to admit that reality was better than your imagination. Or maybe you were just so enormously turned on that it felt that way. Either way, your mouth watered at the sight and you couldn't resist wrapping your lips around it. You held the base and let it rest heavily on your tongue, just letting your lips suck on the tip like a sweet lollipop. Your head was spinning; you still couldn't believe you were doing this. You actually had Younghyun's dick in your mouth, and the thought alone was driving you wild. When you felt how warm and velvety soft his skin was under your touch, but also the way his veins throbbed and cock twitched and stiffened more, you couldn't hold back the muffled, whimpery moans you let out. "You are so amazing, Y/N" Younghyun praised, a hand on your chin to get you to look up at him. You gave him your best innocent puppy dog eyes while you cheeked his tip, and drank in his lust-filled expression, internally beaming at his praises. Your pussy was throbbing for more attention, but you did your best to ignore that for now. You knew you'd get your turn and you wanted to make him feel good. "Your mouth feels so good, baby," he sighed, thumb caressing your cheek that hollowed as you sucked over him.

"You're so hard..."

"Oh, fuck," Younghyun moaned when you let your tongue play around his sensitive tip. "Alright, come here," he said suddenly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. He smiled at you and kissed you, one hand gently holding your face and the other grabbing your ass. He made you feel so wanted, which was something you'd been craving for awhile.

You followed him to the bed and he pulled you in to straddle him as he sat on the edge, your black skirt again bunching at your waist. He brought his lips up to yours and kissed you feverishly, pushing your blazer off your shoulders and unbuttoning your shirt while you yanked at his tie to loosen it. You tasted the cool freshness of mint on his breath and easily fell into his soft, plush lips. The warmth of arms encircling you was something you hadn't felt in awhile and you hadn't realized just how much you'd missed it. Younghyun brought both his hands up to hold your face, one thumb gently stroking over your cheek, and the small action made your heart ache.

"Take this off," he said suddenly, pulling at the short zipper on the side of your skirt. You stood up and eagerly removed the garment, and he pushed at the waistband of your panties as well, leaving your entire lower half bare. Younghyun wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in, whisking you in a way that made you giggle. "Here, c'mon..." He laid back and positioned you above him, a couple of beckoning fingers drawing you in, and you realized then that he wanted you to sit on his face. Fuuuck.

You were a bit unsure, but the way his hands stroked soothingly over your thighs helped immensely, and he soon brought his lips up to your pussy, making you relax into pleasure as he sucked on your clit. He hummed approvingly against you, then pulled your hips down further so he didn't have to strain his neck to reach you. Within seconds he had your legs quaking, his tongue flickering teasingly through your slit. You were incredibly wet by now, the almost embarrassingly slick mess that had been hidden under your skirt now dripping down your thighs and onto his chin. His tongue slid so easily through you and he eagerly lapped at it, then angled your hips so he could latch back onto your clit. "God, that's fucking good," you moaned, one hand coming down to push through his hair, the other steadying yourself against the mattress.

A thunderous groan rumbled through him, and your words emboldened him even more. He gripped your thighs and wriggled his tongue into you, your mind going back to the way it felt to be filled with his dick. Your climax started approaching, but you didn't want to reach it, not just yet. You knew how tired you would be if you hit it now and you wanted to keep this going for as long as possible. But at the same time, everything he was doing to you felt so amazing, you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. While your brain told you to move away, your body's impulses won out and you stayed put until you were falling over the edge. "Oh God, Younghyun, right there, please, fuck!" Your head rolled back and your orgasm rattled through your body, seeping into every part of you, and all you could do was call out his name. Barely able to hold yourself up on your legs of jelly that were shaking at either side of his head, Younghyun held you strongly above his face in his secure arms. One of his hands grabbed your ass and he groaned again, the sound sending aftershock shivers up your spine, and he laved his tongue through your sensitive pussy, ending at your clit, which felt like a live wire.

"God, I've been wanting to do that for so long," Younghyun chuckled breathlessly as you fell onto the bed next to him. You glanced over to see his chest heaving almost as much as yours.

"Really?" For some reason, even after all the lewd things you'd just done, that was the thing that made you blush. It felt indescribably liberating to realize that he liked you just as much as you liked him.

Younghyun turned his head to look at you and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve. "You sound surprised," he quipped with a smirk that made your heart do a little tap dance in your chest. You laid on your stomach and rested your head in your hands.

"Guess I just wasn't expecting you to feel that way...about me. It's kind of strange to think anyone could feel that way about me."

Younghyun turned to look you in the eye, a satisfied warmth in them. "Well, I definitely do. And I have for quite awhile."

Ugh, all of that made you want him all over again. You sat up and crawled across the bed and you leaned down to run your hands through his collar and kiss him, with a newfound passion and confidence. That confidence you'd tried so hard to fake at the airport now felt realized and you no longer needed to fake it, at least not around him.

There was one thing that came to you though, in this moment of clarity. "How did you know my side of the door would be unlocked?" You were thinking back to when you first got back to his room; you wouldn't have been able to get into your room through his unless the door was unlocked from your side too.

"Hm? Oh, that," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't. I just thought it would help get your butt in here." You both laughed at that, and you blushed, knowing he was right. "You've been way too shy this whole trip, I knew I needed some excuse to ask you to come in. Guess it's lucky you're forgetful."

"And what if I hadn't forgotten my key?" You asked with a smirk.

"Hmm I would have...probably sat in here for an hour trying to think of something to say to get you here. Or get me there," he added on, pointing toward your room. Damn, he really was interested in you. You knew it, but things like that really got it through your doubtful skull, and it was comforting somehow. It also made you feel so wanted, and that stirred something within you. Your hands pushed through the fabric of his shirt and you remembered he hadn't cum yet. That was something you were dying to see, and if you could be a reason Younghyun was receiving that kind of pleasure, you would be in undeniable bliss. So you leaned in to kiss him again, more passionately this time.

"You're wearing way too many clothes," you whispered against his lips with a smile, and he smiled in return.

"I think you're right."

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you-did-well-moon · 3 years

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Day6 Reaction to s/o learning their instrument while they're away

Type: Fluff, angst in Dowoon dont know what happened wasnt me

Word Count: 2.865

A/n: I took some creative freedom with why they were away but that is it. Keep in mind, I have no experience with instrument except for when I played the piano in 5th grade for like two weeks. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! - Moon

TW: small cuts, fight, second hand embarrassment

Sungjin

Sungjin was absolutely and devastatingly exhausted. His own guitar case felt like it was weighing him down tremendously, and he had a huge headache. Jae and Wonpil arguing in the back of the car was not helping in any way. It has been going on since they left the airport. He rubbed at his temples tiredly pressing his head against the cool window from his place in the passenger seat next to their manager.

Still, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he thought about seeing you, probably curled up in the couch cheeks puffed from the snack you were inhaling. The pounding in his head lightened at the cute sight he would soon get to enjoy as he played with the loose threads of his old button up shirt.

True to Sungjin’s imagination, your form was sitting on the couch. Not true to his imagination, you were actually bent over something in your lap, lightly humming and bopping your head to the rhythm being produced by your still clumsy fingers. The guitar in your lap had gotten lighter as the days went by without your boyfriend, and in replacement of his touch, leaving your fingertips warm and tingling, it was small cuts you hadn’t bothered to bandage as it disrupted you when playing.

You missed Sungjin an abnormal amount. The cold spot in the bed or him making weird faces at you through the mirror in the mirror when brushing your teeth. You missed all of it. With a slight tremble in your chest you started playing the chorus to “You Were beautiful”.

You were so focused on trying to get it right you didn’t notice the door closing only to startle when you slightly looked up through your lidded eyes seeing the shadow looming over the coffee table. With a small yelp of surprise you jumped immediately looking up only to find your boyfriend staring at you with wide eyes.

His surprised expression made you shrink into yourself. You threw your head into your hands in pure embarrassment letting the guitar gently slide off your lap, hitting the floor with a soft thump. “Can you just pretend you didn’t see that I can’t believe I even tried learning all that by myself I” you cut yourself off with an un-pleased sigh shaking your head and looking at him with pleading eyes.

Your boyfriend continued in his frozen state for about five seconds before breaking out in the biggest smile rushing around the coffee table in which you panicked trying to get away from him with a squeal, but being too slow im the excitement that was usually in a much dormant state in Sungjin. The wrinkles near the corner of his eyes deepened adoringly, and his chest shook with soft laughter while he held you close.

There was a fond twinkle in his eye as Sungjin forgot any tiredness that clung to his bones and kissed the tips of your fingertips while maintaining eye contact. He kept your hands encased in his when scolding you for having such low faith in yourself and softly encouraging you. He would probably put little stitch band-aids on your fingertips and continue teaching you, sitting you on his lap and scolding you when you lose focus with a sharp poke at your ribs smiling when you giggled. This man just fell impossibly more in love with you.

“You shouldn’t say those things, look at you love, learning all alone and doing so well. I'm so proud. Would you rather have the elmo band-aids or the stitch band-aids… I don’t know about you but Elmo kinda creeps me out. Just five more minutes little love then you can go mug Young k with Dowoon. Don’t look at me like that! You finally have a teacher and you take him for granted. The audacity-”

Jae

Jae was a thin hair away from just ripping his hair out. He didn’t believe the kpop industry would take very kindly to him going bald, but he had come to a point where he didn’t really care about what people thought anymore. But thinking about you not being able to play with his hair anymore while he drifted off to sleep with his head on your chest severely upset him.

Jae had gotten stuck in another limbo, stuck in the studio and in his own head desperately trying to finish any of the unfinished songs left in his computer files. He missed you so much, he eventually called it quits, deciding to go home to you, who he hadn’t seen in days.

Just the thought about seeing you energized his previously exhausted self. He never could get sick of you. Every day, every week was a new adventure, a new chapter, all with his favorite person in the world. The night sky, although beautiful, seemed to mock him, reminding him of how late it was, meaning you were most probably asleep.

Opening the door to his apartment, he heard soft music. He briefly recognized “I Need Somebody”, and thought you were playing it from your phone. All his thoughts came to a halting stop when he saw you perched on the bed, in his shirt, playing the melody of the previously mentioned song.

You had hair falling into your eyes with your eyebrows slightly scrunched trying not to mess up and heavily focused. Jae had loudly yelled in surprise, causing you to flinch and look up shocked at the sudden surprise. When you saw it was just him, you had comically thrown your hands in the air yelling at him about how it was supposed to be a surprise.

The irritated look on your face vanished as you went up to give him a light hug with a kiss, softly smiling at him. Meanwhile Jae, was completely out of it, lovestruck eyes while he instinctively returned your affection.

“Come Jae, you look like you haven’t slept in ages, your eyes are so sunken babe”, you had softly whispered to him, rubbing the soft skin under his eyes, the way you were always soft with him when he came back from the studio. You slept in the same bed for the first time in what had been days, Jae tightly clutching on to you.

He may have not been completely there at the moment, but in the morning when he had time to process everything, he was a changed man. He wouldn’t stop laughing and giggling excitedly, eagerly wanting to hear everything you had learnt. He even poked fun at you when you made a mistake. But it was all lovingly as he also praised you non stop while looking at you with his messy hair and big smile next to you on the couch. He had so much inspiration now. To finish what had been left behind.

“Pop off queen who gave you this much talent, you couldn’t even tell me what bass was last time we talked, which was like a week ago. Might just make you play when I don’t feel like playing. Give you a wig and people won’t know the difference! Why are you booing me, I'm right?”

Young K

Young K’s foot tapping on the floor of the car was the only sound that filled the car aside from the soft sound of the car’s engine and tires. He was absolutely spent, having to have stayed in a different city for a show he was invited to that was filmed far away from his home.

Far away from you. Young K could tell his manager was starting to get irritated, but Young K was already massively annoyed and too far in his own world to really care. He missed the pine scent of his sheets, and he missed you.

It was not a good combination. When he got to his place he quietly thanked the manager, getting his bag before trying to ignore every urge telling him to run into the building and fall into his soft bed with you in his arms. When he opened the door, your keys were there, so he knew you were in the building. That thought filled him with more relief than it should have.

He did have to admit, hearing “I smile” this early in the day was odd as you usually saved the more mellow songs for later in the night. Young K told himself he had many euphoric moments in his life, but seeing you staring at a sheet of paper with so much determination and a bass guitar in your arms came pretty close to the top.

The absolute warmth that exploded in his chest was a feeling he would not forget in a long time. He could feel his lips slightly curl up in fondness as your hands shook while your eyes wavered unsurely between your hands on the strings and the video on your laptop sitting further on the edge of the bed. Your face scrunched up before you sighed and stared dejectedly at the instrument on your lap.

“Why so sad love?" His voice made you instantly sit up, pushing the instrument gently off your lap. You crawled to the edge of the bed where Young K had already gotten closer where he met you tenderly running his hand through your hair, and he curved his hand around the back of your head bringing your forehead to his abdomen.

He brushed his thumb over where your hairline met the sensitive skin of the back of your neck immensely enjoying being back at your side. Your hands were clutching the back of his shirt, and your simple touch brought a warm feeling to his chest. You both leaned back as Young K’s chest started to rumble with laughter “You should have waited for me, it would have been easier if I could teach you”, he softly said, pushing your hair back from your face causing you to lightly laugh.

“I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t get that far anyways. Can’t become a prodigy in one day I guess”. Young K smiled again, promising to himself to help you as much as he could as he put his hand fondly on top of your head.

“You’re doing so good, just move your finger up a little, you’re plucking the c chord instead of the e chord during the chorus, don’t look at me like that i’m trying to help?! I wouldn’t put you on my level, but I think you’re doing really well. I’m hungry now, what do you want? No- What do you want? I am okay with anything just tell me-”

Wonpil

Wonpil was trying his hardest not to think about you. From the way you got excited when you got to see the moon in the cloudy sky to the way you smiled when you saw the neighbor’s cat while getting the mail.

He was happy to be on a trip with her sister, he hadn’t had much time to be with her in recent, well forever really. While you had been invited, you hadn’t been able to attend due to work. Wonpil did his best to keep his mind off you and enjoy the trip, he just hadn’t spent this long without you in a while.

Even so, he still had a fun time with his sister and her boyfriend creating many memories. He didn’t regret it, but he was extremely happy to come back to you. Opening the door to your apartment, he dropped his suitcase by the door, an excited smile tugging at his lips as he traveled through the apartment with his arms spread knowing you would embrace him as soon as you saw him. He felt so giddy, he didn’t even notice the broken keyboard sounds ringing throughout the living space.

His smile fell in a comical way, his face morphing into one of confusion instead. He recognized a broken rendition of “Mary had a little Lamb”, and tilted his head as he opened the door to your room seeing you with really big headphones on your head staring down at the keyboard with the most offended look on your face.

How dare this keyboard not give you its secrets! Wonpil couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his chest, not mocking you, but he just thought you were so cute. He lightly touched your shoulder causing you to jump, and the slight movement of your head caused the headphones to slide off your head. It didn’t matter much. You instantly dove into his arms, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He felt warmth flood his chest as his hand encased the back of your head while he pressed his lips to the top, closing his eyes in bliss enjoying having you in his arms again. He leaned back from the brace as his eyes flashed with amusement and yours with slight embarrassment. He lightly laughed, eyes crinkling. He cradled your face in his hands, a teasing lilt to his voice, “What were you trying to do, hmm?” He could feel your face grow hot under his finger tips.

“I was just trying to surprise you. I felt bad for not being able to go with you”. He shook his head, hands playfully pinching your cheeks as you whined. “You shouldn’t act that way, I understood from the beginning. It must have been hard for you. Here, come, your lovely boyfriend will make this easier for you”.

“Y/n the keys will not bite prEsS dOWn, no, no keyboards do not have to be oiled, this is a musical instrument not a mechanical vehicle. You are so cute. What am I gonna do with you? No, you can not play the keyboard with your forehead, DO NOT put your foot on the keys. I don’t care if it’s for the vine.

Dowoon

Dowoon was beating himself up. Looking back at what happened a few hours ago made his chest tight. He couldn’t help but wince at the words both of you had thrown at each other. You had been with each other for so long, and when his lovely mother asked him when he would propose, although with good intentions, it put pressure on him.

He was still young. He had mentioned it to you in a joking manner, but there was a misunderstanding and you thought he was blowing it off as he didn’t see a future with you.

Somehow feelings were hurt, and the fight escalated. And Dowoon decided he was a coward because it was when you had started stuttering through your words and avoiding eye contact, he knew. He knew he had pushed you across a line that might not be able to be crossed again.

He panicked. He was really good at doing that wasn’t he? He left. He took a bus and went to the nearest hotel he could find. There he was sitting on the edge of the too perfectly made bed with his head in his hands.

Had he just ruined his precious relationship because he was scared of what the future could or could not hold? Why did he have to run away? Why couldn’t he just stay? Most importantly, how badly had he hurt you?

With a sigh he stood up, and he got on the bus back to your apartment. Staring at the door, the fact you were just on the other side and hurting is what pushed him to open it with the key you had given him. Opening the door, he was met with silence and darkness. Have you already gone? He walked through the apartment, hope dwindling with every step.

Then he heard a soft thump thump thump. His heart seemed to match with it, and as he walked to his studio which held his spare drum set, he thought of what he could say to make it better. Opening the door, he saw you softly hitting the drum with one stick, as if testing the waters and humming along to “When you Love Someone”. Dowoon couldn’t fight the sad smile that broke out on his face, and the absolute warmth that filled his chest.

Why did he ever even doubt your future with him? There was no person more perfect for him than you. He stood next to you, softly taking your hand in his and guiding your hand to the right beat, although a bit broken. When your sad eyes looked up into his, forgiving in nature but still frustrated beyond belief, he knew he could still fix things. You were you, and Dowoon was Dowoon. You always somehow found your way back to each other.

“No no, put your hands higher on the stick, no lower, now higher...a bit lower. No, Y/n drum sticks do not belong in my throat. What do you mean I have no room to talk, I thought we were over the fight. I would marry you in this life and the next! Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cute, I am handsome and overflowing with testosterone. Oooh are those gummies?

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dearly-somber · 4 months

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All Alone | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. badboy!younghyun x unpopular kid!reader (f)

-> genre. high school!au, angst, unrequited love, pining, happy ending

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1729

-> warnings. none

-> a/n. This was honestly kind of all over the place but it’s near to my heart

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 00:41

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022, 21:40

You sat with your headphones covering your ears, listening to music and scrolling through Instagram.

You massaged your temple while glaring at the girls hovering around Yoon Dowoon, one of the most popular guys in your class. You continued glaring at them, noticing how Younghyun, one of the other popular ('bad boy') guys in not only your class but your entire school, glared at those same girls.

Before you could get up to confront the Dowoon Fanclub, Younghyun beat you to it:

"Would you people shut up?" One of the girls raised her hand as if she were going to hit him. He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing as Dowoon pushed up from the chair and left the class, his Fanclub not far behind. You sighed, Sungjin and Wonpil who were sitting in front of you turning around in their chairs to look at you.

"What's up with you?" Wonpil asked you, propping his chin on his forearm. You look him over before you took off your headphones.

"What's it to you?" Sungjin laughed, Wonpil elbowing him playfully. You couldn't help but smile at them. They were kinda cute, what could you say?

When the two guys went quiet and you saw Sungjin staring at Eunhi, Jaehyung's childhood best friend. It clicked immediately.

He liked her.

The thought alone made your heart ache painfully. And don't get it wrong, it wasn't because you liked Sungjin. It was just because you knew what he was going through. Biting the inside of your cheek your gaze found its way to Younghyun. Younghyun, who was on his phone and had such a nice side profile and— you shook your head. Get out of your head.

"Is there something on my face?"

Your eyes widened as you heard the familiar voice of Kang Younghyun. You had to swallow nervously, feeling everyone's eyes trained on your face. You were known as the quiet-but-not-to-be-messed-with kid in the class. Most people steered clear of you since you were pretty intimidating with hard stares and looks of dislike. The only people anyone knew you talked to regularly was Wonpil and Sungjin, and on occasion class-clown Jaehyung.

"You just gonna ignore me, then?"

Younghyun turned his phone face-down on his desk. You kept quiet, still staring at him like a kid with their hand stuck in a cookie jar. From out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eunhi get up from her chair. She stood up in front of you, obscuring your figure from Younghyun's fox-like eyes.

"Cut it out, Younghyun." She warned him. You tried to say something but your voice just refused to work. You hated this situation. You knew that Eunhi liked Younghyun. And from what you had noticed recently, Younghyun liked her back. This was why your and Sungjin's situation was so relatable. You both could sympathize for each other.

"Isn't it obvious?" Your head snapped to the side, gaze landing on Dowoon.

"What is?" Younghyun asked him, standing up.

"Don't you dare, Yoon Dowoon." You warned, suddenly having regained your voice. Dowoon smirked, taking a daring step forward. He made eye contact with Younghyun, hands in his pocket.

"She—" before he even had a chance to utter the words, you tackled him down, your hand covering his mouth as you straddled him. You had a hand around his throat, having put it there subconsciously.

"Wow, Y/N. Shouldn't you get a room before showing off your bedroom antics?" Kim Seokjin, the pretty boy of the school said with a smirk. Going red in the face, you sprung up. Dowoon looked shocked, a pink hue tinting his ears as he stared at you open mouthed. You hadn't even realized how Younghyun was staring at you, Wonpil and Sungjin completely speechless.

"Do me next!" Jeon Jungkook called, snickering with his group of friends. Grabbing a book from Sungjin's table you chucked it at Jungkook and his friends. Jungkook ducked, looking at you wide eyed. You turned to Dowoon, pointing at him threateningly.

"Keep your mouth shut or I’ll tell your mom you’re sleeping around."

The class hollered at your comment, Dowoon going pink in the face.

You grabbed your things, rushing out of the room. You bit down on your lip, pushing past Younghyun gently and jogging out. If it wasn't already obvious, that was sure to sell you out. Sungjin glared at Dowoon, pushing past Eunhi and Younghyun to go after you. Younghyun looked over everyone in utter confusion. "What the hell just happened?" He asked as Eunhi turned to look after Sungjin. Did he suddenly like Y/N? Hadn't he confessed to her on the day when she helped Younghyun get away from his dick of a boss? Biting her lip, Eunhi went to sit back next to Jaehyung.

———

You were sitting in the park with Sungjin. It was just past 7pm, and the night breeze was soothing.

"He makes my heart ache..." You sniffled, leaning against his shoulder. Sungjin bit his lower lip. Once again, they were in the same situation.

"I'm so sick and tired of loving him when I know he doesn't love me back..." You cried. Sungjin felt so hopeless. He slowly shifted so that your face was pressed into his shoulder, his shirt slowly getting wet with tears.

Still crying into his shirt, you choked out what you were feeling, not at all aware of Younghyun who was hiding behind a tree in his work clothes:

"I'm alone..." You wailed, clutching at Sungjin's shirt as if it were your lifeline. Younghyun turned to look at you and his heart broke. Slowly. It broke agonizingly slow. "Only the cold night air is by my side." You continued, pressing yourself into Sungjin.

"You have me, Y/N. You have me..." Sungjin soothed, patting your back gently. You cried, your breathing ragged as you held onto Sungjin. Younghyun left soon after that, heading into the convenience store where he was working. When he got there he layed on the counter, phone in hand as he tried his best not to think about you and how you were crying now, and all because of him. He was so dense. How hadn't he realized how Y/N, one of the coldest people he had ever met was so much gentler towards him?—

"Younghyun!" He snapped out of his reverie, looking up to make eye contact with Eunhi.

"Eunhi, hey!" He said with a smile, though he was sure it didn't reach his eyes.

"When do you finish? I saw the park near here is empty. It would be great for some stargazing!"

"Wait, it's empty? Sungjin and Y/N weren't there?" Eunhi looked nervous as she nodded.

"Yeah. I went to say 'hi' but Y/N suddenly got up and left. And she took Sungjin with her before I could even say 'hello'. She looked upset..." Eunhi muttered, trailing off as she realized that Younghyun wasn't listening anymore.

"I don't think I can go tonight. Some other time, maybe?" He asked, distracted with whatever he was thinking about.

"Uh, yeah.. Sure."

When Younghyun left that night, he finally realized something... He screwed up big time.

———

You entered the classroom that morning, hand in hand with Sungjin and a tired smile on your face. When you sat down the class hollered, Wonpil looking at the two of you with a smile.

"What'd I miss?" He asked. You shook your head, letting go of Sungjin's hand reluctantly.

"I think I've finally gotten over him." You said quietly. Sungjin smiled at you and you smiled back. Deep down you knew you weren't over him. Sungjin knew that too. But you two could work through the pain together. You yelped as you were dragged out of the room by your wrist. You turned around to confront them but your voice died in your throat at the sight of Younghyun so up close and personal. Your heart was beating in the back of your throat. His hands were soft against your skin and—

"I need to talk to you." He said, his voice sending shivers down your spine. As he continued pulling you along, he was stopped when Sungjin grabbed his arm tightly.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said.

The tension was thick enough to suffocate you. Younghyun glared at Sungjin, quite a bit taller than him. He stepped closer. "Get your hands off of me." He snarled. You gently took Sungjin's hand from Younghyun's arm, looking at him.

"He's—" You cleared your throat, willing your voice to go higher than a whisper.

"We're just going to talk." You assured him gently. Younghyun felt the jealously welling in his chest with how gentle you were with Sungjin. Sungjin let him go slowly, glaring at him warningly. Younghyun stared at him as he took you away.

Standing outside, you leaned against the wall and watched him nervously. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he stared you down, hands in his pockets.

"Is there something on my face?" You quoted him, a nervous smile on your face as he chuckled.

"Cute..." He muttered. Jaw dropping, you looked at him in complete shock.

"Did you just...?"

"Uh. Listen, Y/N. I uh.. saw you, last night. With Sungjin."

You went silent immediately. That means he...

"You saw me break down didn't you..." You looked down. He pitied you. You're never meeting him like this again.

"Pity. I have to go." You said, voice breaking near the end. Before you could though, Younghyun put his hands on either side of you, efficienctly confining you. Your heart was beating so quickly you were sure that you would faint soon.

"It's not that, Y/N. I just... I realized that instead of trying to avoid my feelings for you and leading Eunhi on—"

"You.. You what?" You asked completely blanking out.

"I like you, Y/N. I just couldn't find the confidence to tell you—" before he could finish you cupped his cheeks, effectively shutting him up.

With no afterthought, you brought him closer, standing on your toes and bringing your lips together. Younghyun was shocked for a moment, but his hand quickly moved to your waist, pulling you closer. After a moment or two more you pulled back and hugged him.

"Thank you for loving me back..." You whispered. Younghyun smiled, hugging you back tightly.

"Always."

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