iwillgiveyoumyhappiness

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

@aliceu What have you done? 😭😭 This is an absolute clusterf**k. With any Korean songs that popped up, I only used them if their first line was in English. I also got a shocking amount of instrumental and French music, so my pickings were slim 😂 I recommend all these songs, though.

(Into the Mirror- VICTON)

Man in the mirror

(One Friend - Elliot Trent)

I love it when she do her thing

(EDEN & HAEE - Firework)

Life is so

(What I Said - VICTON)

Say “oh”

(OH NO! - Cody Lovaas, ROZES)

I was already on my way

(Touch by Touch [Eng Ver] - GreatGuys)

My heart is lost and this world is in freeze

(Smitten - Leanna Firestone)

You snored and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard

(No Numbers - JAMIE, JMIN)

You eyin' off my million views

(If I Could Ride A Bike - Park Bird, Chevy)

If I could ride a bike, I’d

(My House - 2PM)

Take you home tonight

I would like to tag @lauxn112, @yyxgin, and @mosviqu!

shuffled songs poem 🎶

rules: put your spotify on shuffle, write down the first line of the first ten songs, and post the poem that results.

Thank you sm for tagging me @chaninfused, I hope you're well and thriving btw <33

I only went with the English songs popping up so here ya go~

Don't need a lover, you need an animal

Baby this is love

There's a lady who's sure

I know how to hurt

In the year 2525

Loaded like a freight train

She keeps the Möet & Chandon

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance until I die

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Here I go out to sea again.

(Songs in order: feel by måneskin, infinity by jaymes young, stairway to heaven by led zeppelin, the world is not enough by garbage, in the year 2525 by zager & evans, nightrain by guns n' roses, killer queen by queen, don't wanna sleep by måneskin, bla bla bla by måneskin, wonderful life by black)

Tagging @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness @multi-kpop-fanfics @delicatewerewolfsoul @mosviqu @girlmenu @crispy-chan @perchingominouslysmwh and anyone else who wants to do it 💗

#tag game #this makes absolutely no sense #anyway this was very fun #game time 🎠 #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Thanks @aliceu and @multi-kpop-fanfics for tagging me!! I’m so ready >:D I swear by all these albums and you must listen to them immediately—life can wait.

I leave the legacy to be carried on by @lauxn112, @yyxgin, and @mosviqu!

🤍new tag game🤍

show off your favorite albums!

rules:

1. go to this link and search your 4 favorite albums

2. screenshot and crop your final image

3. upload the image in a reblog here

4. tag 5 friends (or strangers, whatever floats your boat)

tagging: @feltednettles @jaehunnyy @hyuckmov @sehunniepot @theonlysoph (and anyone else who wants to participate!!! if this flops I’ll cry)

#tag game #music game #cody fry #astro #아스트로 #rory webley #DKZ #디케이지 #Dongkiz #동키즈

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Works fine for me, love!!

Drunk-Dazed and Lust-Crazed

pairing: demigod!San x fem!reader (mentions of other idols)

genre: fluff, angst, slowburn, demigod!AU, college!AU

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption (an unhealthy amount), mentions of anxiety and past trauma, suggestive themes, mentions of violence, knives, blood, (not so minor) character death, cursing

Word count: ~13.8k

Summary: San, the son of Dionysus, decides to descend to the human realm and experience the human ways of having fun for the first time in his life. But he experiences much more than that - danger, recklessness, lust… and love.

Author’s note: This fic is part of the Hamartia (Αμαρτία) collab, hosted by @sleepylixie​ and @delicatewerewolfsoul​! Thank you for letting me participate in this amazing collab <3. The header was made by @intokook (original gif by @fixons​). Here’s a mini playlist to get you in the mood of the fic. Another huge thank you to @himbocoups​​ and @bitchlessdino​​ for giving me the necessary push to actually finish this TWO YEAR OLD wip.

taglist: @aliceu​ @heresyourramen​ @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness​​ @choism​​ @flowerwonu​​

This fic does not portray San in real life in any way. This is pure fanfiction.

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

Olympus.

The home of all Greek Gods, the pinnacle of their power and their majestic residence. Among the known and worshipped gods, only a few selected are able to enjoy a life next to them, most of them being demigods, born from the gods themselves.

Choi San is part of the lucky ones.

A demigod born from the God of Wine and Feast, Dionysus himself. He was born in Korea and lived with his human mother until he was five years old - until Dionysus decided to take him to Olympus and raise him as a god.

Of all the sons and daughters he had, San was his father’s favorite for numerous reasons. One of them was his otherworldly beauty - chocolate foxy eyes, a jawline sharper than the most finely-crafted swords, broad shoulders leading to a thin waist and well-defined muscles covering the entire expanse of his body. San’s beauty was on par with the beauty of the sons and daughters of Aphrodite, if not above. 

But that’s not the sole reason.

San had a heart of pure gold. He was kind to everyone, always there to help someone in need, be it physical or psychological. He had a strong sense of justice, standing up for the weak. All these qualities earned him praises from the rulers of Olympus themselves, but San never lost his humble nature and kindness.

However, he had one miniscule flaw. Endless curiosity. And Dionysus has seen countless times how dangerous curiosity can be.

Keep reading

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Bruhhhhh, you know I love this shizz >:D

Did I make it into a GIF because I’m whipped as hell? Yes. Yes, I did. Sorry IRL boyfriend, there’s a new contender in town.

And I’m gonna have to see @lauxn112, @yyxgin, and @mosviqu do this. It’s not a request—it’s a threat.

Post a screenshot of your lock screen photo, a screenshot of the last/current song listened to, as well as the last photo of a celebrity that you saved in your phone.

Thanksies for tagging me @perchingominouslysmwh and @multi-kpop-fanfics 💕💕

Tagging @delicatewerewolfsoul @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness @missskzbiased @svnthpop

#Spotify

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Alice!! Thanks for tagging me!

are you a peach or cherry person? ice coffee or ice tea? sleeping in or waking up early? lipstick or lipgloss person ? daydreamer or planner?

I tag @mingkii, @shizziebo, @lauxn112, and @yyxgin!

are you a peach or cherry person ? ice coffee or ice tea ? sleeping in or waking up early ? lipstick or lipgloss person ? daydreamer or planner ?

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Ooh!!! You know me well, @aliceu. This is right up my alley! This is in no particular order, but they’re some of my favorites at the moment. Definitely recommend giving them a listen if you haven’t already!

1. Aphrodite - Ethan Gander

2. I’m The Boogeyman - Rory Webley

3. Give You Up - UNVS

4. ALL IN - twlv

5. Person In The Mirror - Nathan Apollo

6. Die For You - The Weekend

I tag @mingkii, @shizziebo, @lauxn112, @jung-breadshop, @yyxgin, and @jangjunsprincess!

Top 6 Favourite Songs 🎵

I was tagged by @chaninfused , thanksies <333 also this was difficult??,?? Too many songs to enjoy, too little to call favourite 😔🤌🏻

Anyway, in no specific order

Advice by Taemin

Strawberry Cake by Xdinary Heroes

Chronosaurus by Stray Kids

New World by Ateez

Pray by B.A.P

Paranoia by Kang Daniel

Tagging @multi-kpop-fanfics @delicatewerewolfsoul @mosviqu @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness @lavenderbexlatte @missskzbiased

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

What would it be like having a one night stand turn into a fwb relationship with Hyunsuk from cix?

BRUHHHHH-

The way he would catch feelings so fast 🥲 It’s not even funny.

Like, he’d be a little stressed and lonely at the bar, and all he wanted was someone to talk to. Not even about his problems or deep emotional trauma, just anything. He wanted to feel listened to by someone, because a big contributor to the feeling of loneliness was feeling like his chattiness annoyed people and pushed them away.

That’s the way it felt most of the time, what with the bored sighs and subtle eye rolls he often experienced.

But it wasn’t just something he could turn on and off. Not even when a pretty girl like yourself sat next to him at the bar and ordered a drink he’d never even heard of.

Being a very simple guy himself, he was genuinely curious. Draft beer, soju, gin and tonic, highball. Besides a select few others, that was the extent of his alcohol knowledge.

And, of course, you were beyond pleased to answer his question. A cute guy asking genuine questions and not trying to get into your pants? Just what you needed after a long, stressful day of workplace misogyny and veiled insults about the quality of your work!

So you answered his questions, and with how much of a natural conversationalist he was, there were a lot of them. But you didn’t seem to mind, Hyunsuk noted. In fact you encouraged him to keep talking, ensuring him you were still listening.

Honestly, you wouldn’t even have to sleep together for him to catch feelings. The butterflies started right there, and he was already dry in the mouth.

So you talked longer, had a few more drinks. And before he knew it, he was leaning in and placing a casual giggly kiss to your lips as you laughed at one of his lame jokes. You were probably just as drunk as him and laughing at anything that breathed, but it still left nice.

As soon as he did it though, a sense of impended dread washed over him, sobering him up in an instant. What did he just do?

But you didn’t look upset. In fact, you looked like you wanted more. So you swooped in and stole another kiss from him, deep and bruising, and that’s all it took for Hyunsuk to slip back into his drunk state.

But this time he was drunk on something other than alcohol.

The desire for you.

***

Suffice to say, when he woke up next to you in the morning in some random sketchy hotel, he was kind of terrified. Should he run? What if you’d only slept with him ‘cause you were really drunk? You’d rather not see him then, right?

No, it’d be rude to just leave you hanging alone in an unfamiliar face… He should stay. Be a man and stay. You were both adults. This kind of thing was normal, right..?

He peeked over the edge of the bed, staring at the pile of discarded clothes and forgotten buttons. He could only remember the previous night in bits and pieces, but one thing he did know was that he’d never had sex like that before.

As if you could sense his racing mind, you wrapped an arm around his middle in your half asleep state, grazing your fingers up and down his side with your eyes still closed. “You were amazing last night,” you muttered against his shoulder, placing a feathery kiss there after.

Crap. The butterflies were mouthing off again. “Y-yeah,” Hyunsuk stuttered. “I mean, thanks. I mean…” He sighed himself. “You were great, too,” he finally managed, his fingers lightly grazing yours before you took the initiative to hold his hand.

“You know, you’re pretty cute,” you chuckled, setting his cheeks on fire. He was glad you couldn’t see him or how red his ears has gotten. “We should do this again some time.”

And that’s where he started malfunctioning. You wanted to sleep with him again? You didn’t hate him or feel like he took advantage of you?

“Where do you live?” you asked, scooting closer so that your lips brushed against his shoulder blade with every word you spoke. He could feel the warmth radiating off your bare body.

In a messy jumble of words, he spilled his location, probably sharing a bit more detail than was necessary, but who really cares?

“Well, ain’t that funny?” you chuckled. “That’s pretty close to my place.” You trailed languid kisses down his spine, making him shiver. “We could make this a regular thing, if you want. Or if you give me your number, maybe on a more on-call basis? A little ‘wyd? I’m horny’ situation.”

At this point, Hyunsuk’s brain was already so fried, all he could do was reply, “Yes.” You asked what to, and he just said, “Everything. Yes to everything.”

At least now he has secured seeing you again. But he had no idea how long he’d last before needing to tell you that he wanted to get to know you in different ways as well.

Hyunsuk catches feelings hard and fast, which is something he realized about himself after that night.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #for anon #request #requested #kpop drabbles #kpopidol #cix suggestive #cix imagines #cix #cix fluff #cix kpop #cix drabbles #cix hyunsuk #yoon hyunsuk

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

wdyt of a poly!rs with hyunsuk and bae jinyoung?

(I’m doing this in a non-idol!AU)

Honestly, I can’t really see that being something either of them would be that in to 🤔 They both seem like protective/possessive lovers, Hyunsuk especially bordering on a sense of insecurity over you being taken away or you thinking your other lover bests him.

And then you have Jinyoung who just has a very strong sense of what he likes and doesn’t like, and I don’t think he’d be very fond of sharing you with anyone.

That being said, that’s just my opinion, and I don’t know them personally, so hypothetically, a poly relationship with them would be a little something like this.

I actually had a lot of trouble deciding between a ‘V’ style relationship or a triad, because while I feel like Hyunsuk would prefer a triad style relationship so he can “keep an eye” on your other dude, I feel Jinyoung would much prefer a more ‘out of sight, out of mind’ approach to the whole poly thing.

Eventually, I decided on the V, because while I think they’d both respect you, they’d also kinda wanna have a little leeway to believe, “Oh yeah, I’m definitely the main bitch.” Just until they get fully comfortable with the concept.

It’s a learning curve for both of them, and that’s why it was so awkward when you were out on a date with Jinyoung and (in a cruel twist of fate) you just so happened to run into Hyunsuk at the same cafe.

Now for you, you felt happy seeing both of your flames at once. It felt less complicated to you—more love to go around! But it was foreign to both of the boys. They’d never met before, so it felt like the only thing they knew about each other was that they were in love with the same person.

But I think that experience would actually be good for them, because Jinyoung would gain a sense of security after seeing how genuinely Hyunsuk cared for you, and Hyunsuk would feel reassured in seeing that you didn’t lose sight of him just because you were with your other lover. You were excited to see him, even when on a date with someone as handsome as Jinyoung. He was relieved.

After that, they’d probably actually become good friends, hanging out platonically without you at times. They love talking about you together, swapping notes and tips, and shopping for you. Especially shopping for you. They’re addicts.

They’d also become way more open to double dates after becoming buddies. Nothing too glaringly obvious in public, but something fun you could all do together. Maybe bowling or something of the sort. They’d keep PDA to a minimum, but they had their subtle ways of reminding you they loved you. Both of them.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #for anon #request #requested #kpop drabbles #kpopidol #cix drabbles #cix hyunsuk #cix suggestive #cix imagines #cix kpop #cix jinyoung #bae jinyoung #yoon hyunsuk

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

do you have a master list?☀️

No, at this point I don’t have a masterlist! I should really get on making one, but I don’t even know where to start 😂 I’ll get myself in gear one of these days (soon, hopefully)!

#for anon #anonymous

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

i just discovered your account and the amount of yonghee content 😩 i love him so much and i love your writing!

Aww, thank you so much!! Yonghee’s my boy and I’m always happy to write for him. I even have some Yonghee requests backed up to take care of, so keep your eyes peeled! Thank you so much for the compliment 🥺🥺 It really means the world to me!

#kpop #for anon #kpopidol #cix drabbles #cix yonghee #cix fluff

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

hello!! i was wondering if you could write an angst scenario with yonghee, where you get into your first serious argument. if you’re not comfortable it’s completely okay (:

Nope, you’re all good!! I’d be happy to write it. Here ya go, and I hope it lives up to expectations!

.

.

.

3AM.

You were dozing a little on the couch, book sat precariously on your lap, but you were feeling stubborn. You were going to stay up.

Even if it only saw him and spoke to him for five minutes before you knocked out, that was fine. It was enough. Last time, despite your best efforts, you had fallen asleep. Not this time, you thought.

He’d be home any minute now. All you had to do was stick it out.

As if the heavens heard your pleas, you heard the door keypad beeping, your password being typed in with expert hands, his memory of your anniversary date not failing him yet.

You felt relieved. You weren’t sure how much longer you could stay awake. At least now you could sleep soundly knowing that he was home safe and sound.

You closed your book, tossing it next to you on the couch and gazing expectantly at the door, a smile already pulling at your lips. There he was. Your guy.

He looked at you as he walked through the door, a small smile flashing across his face before disappearing. He must’ve had a rough day. “You could’ve gone to bed,” he said, hanging up his jacket and kicking off his shoes.

You pouted a little. “What, not even a hello?” you chastised, only half-joking. You know he didn’t mean anything by it, but it still hurt your feelings.

He let out a little sigh. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said, trying his best to put a welcoming smile on his face. “Hello, how are you?”

The question helped quell your mild irritation, though it still bugged you in the back of your sleep-deprived mind. “I’m okay,” you shrugged. “A little tried. You look worse, though.”

He gave a wry laugh. “I feel it.” A silence fell between you as you waited for him to elaborate.

“What did you work on today?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation going. “Something new, or..?”

Yonghee ran his fingers through his hair, doing his best to fluff it out after all the intense sweating from the day. It was useless. He’d probably just shower. “I… kinda just wanna go to bed,” he said, eyes trained on the floor. “Talk about it in the morning?”

You frowned. “Oh,” you said. “Okay, sure.” You knew that wasn’t going to happen. He knew you were busy with work and life just as much as he was, so he never woke you up if he didn’t have to.

The most you interacted in the mornings was a small kiss when you finally managed to pull yourself out of bed and him mentioning he left a piece of bacon for you on the stove and that he’d see you in the evening.

He could see the disappointment on your face. He sighed. “Listen, I’m sorry,” he said, a little sharper than he had probably intended. “I know you were expecting more from me, but you’re not the only one who’s tired, okay?”

You sat there, stunned by his outburst. “Okay, what’s with that tone?” you finally asked, feeling a bit defensive. “I never said you weren’t tired. I just wanted to talk to you a bit before bed. Is that too much to ask?”

He knew you were right, but that only lit a prideful fire within him. “Is it too much for me to ask for you to just go to bed?” he snapped. “I’m sick of carrying you to bed when my arms already feel like giving out from practice, and it’s so hard to relax in my own home with you groaning about your sore neck!”

You gaped at him. “Why are you being such an ass right now?” You threw your hands up, exasperated. “You know what? You go to bed. I’ll sleep here tonight.”

He scoffed. “Great—that way I can hear you complain some more in the morning.” He was regretting the words as they exited his mouth, but in the heat of the moment, they just kept spilling out—hot, stinging venom set on winning the petty little argument that was probably more emotionally charged than he realized.

“Why are you picking a fight with me?” you asked, voice raising a little. “Make me understand!”

“I’m annoyed!” he said, voice meeting your power. “Do I need another reason? I’m just annoyed.”

You clenched your jaw. “Why? Why are you annoyed?”

“Because I’m trying my best over here to be a good idol, friend, son, and boyfriend, and everyone’s expecting so freakin’ much from me!” he shouted, not even realizing that his eyes had begun water.

“Why is it not enough for you?” he continued. “Do I not make it obvious enough that I love you, even if I’m short on time? God damnit!” He stormed off to your shared room, slamming the door behind him.

You sat in stunned silence, frozen as you heard sniffling and muffled sobs filter their way down the hall and to your ears. Your first instinct was to drop everything and run to his side, but if you knew Yonghee at all, he needed that good cry to himself—no interruptions.

And if you knew yourself at all, you needed the same thing. Alone time.

Even if Yonghee had been the type of person that needed to be cared for hands-on in a situation like this, you didn’t have the confidence that you’d be able to provide that. You felt hurt.

He didn’t even ask how you felt.

You gave each other space for the next couple of days, keeping interaction little to none.

You were kind of disappointed to find out how easy it was to pretend you didn’t even live in the same house.

If it wasn’t for his traces strewn about—a stray sock or a hoodie here and there, his toothbrush in the bathroom, a lock of distinctively pink colored hair stuck to the back of the couch—you wouldn’t have known he was there at all.

He didn’t leave food for you on the stove, didn’t wake you up to say goodnight when he got home, and his side of the bed was always cold by the time you opened your eyes.

If he managed to come home early, you avoided each other well during the day, because if you were working from home instead of on-site, you were always in your office anyway. It was more like you had a reclusive roommate than a boyfriend at this point.

Maybe you should have approached him first, but you were still holding out hope for him to come crawling back to you, talking about how sorry he was and how much he’d messed up.

A bit of a dark fantasy on your part, but all you wanted was an apology and a nice, level-headed discussion. Again, another fantastic reason for you to bring it up first, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

The cuts from this fight, no matter how brief, ran a little deeper than any of the other little spats you’d had before. Probably because it was the product of a bunch of small, unresolved things that you’d both let go and pile up without mentioning them.

Communication wasn’t either of your strong suits, despite it being the cornerstone of any healthy relationship. You were trying to be better about it, but perhaps not hard enough.

You sighed to yourself as you sat on the couch, donning your most comfortable clothes and munching on a bag of chips as you looked over some things for work.

You decided you were both pretty hopeless. One larger scale argument and you’d scared each other off.

Then, in a very ironic manner, you heard the familiar dinging of your front door’s keypad. He opened the door and stared at you, blinking for a moment as if he were stunned. You blinked back at him, having nothing to say.

After almost a week of silence and avoiding each other, seeing him face to face felt almost foreign. “You’re gonna get crumbs all over the couch,” Yonghee finally said, breaking the deafening silence.

In any other situation, you might’ve found his nagging annoying and uncalled for, but in this case, you were just happy to hear his voice. “I know,” you shrugged. “I’ll clean up after myself—I’m a big girl.”

The silence fell over you again.

“I’m sorry—“ you both started, talking over each other. After the initial stumbling and surprise, you both smiled in a sort of bittersweet way. You’d missed each other, but in a mix of pride and hurt, you chose to ignore one another.

He inched a few steps closer before opening his arms to you, a silent invitation for a long overdue hug. His eyes were trained on the floor, still a little ashamed to meet yours just yet.

You stood up from the couch, dusting yourself off and accepting his offer. You stood there for a minute or two, just drowning in his touch and letting yourself readjust to being so close to him.

Finally, you pulled away, wordlessly leading him by the arm to the couch and sitting him down. You stared down at your lap, resting one of your hands lightly on his. “Why were you so angry the other day?” you asked softly.

He felt himself shrink. He’d been so sure of himself at the start of the week—he’d even planned a whole speech to explain his feelings and why he did that. But as the deafening silence carried on, he kept invalidating himself to the point that he didn’t even know how he felt anymore.

“I dunno,” he said, voice small. He sighed leaning forward and resting his head on your shoulder, feeling exhausted. “I just feel overwhelmed these days.”

Without really thinking about it, you started petting his hair. “You hurt my feelings,” you said honestly. “I was just trying to be a good girlfriend.” You felt him stiffen a little. “And I’m sorry I complain so much, I just thought…” You sighed. “I thought you were someone I could complain to.”

After a pause he nuzzled closer to you, his nose pressing against the side of your neck. You could feel his hushed breath. “You can,” he said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t make you feel bad for sharing your complaints with me. I think it just makes me feel small.”

You hummed, a form of a question. “I’m not as brave and open as you are,” he admitted. “You intimidate me sometimes. And I’m not actually upset that you stay up late to see me… I just feel inferior, ‘cause I can’t do that kind of stuff for you, even if I wanted to. I’m just not…”

He took a breath, and you could tell it was to compose himself. “…a very good boyfriend,” he finally breathed out. “And I don’t have time to be. And I don’t understand why you put up with me.”

You tutted at him. “How silly of you to think that,” you said. “I’m not the perfect girlfriend either, y’know.”

“But you’re nearly perfect,” he muttered. “You’re patient, and kind, and you stay up late for me, and I can’t even thank you properly for it, ‘cause for some reason it makes me feel uneasy.”

He swallowed, his mouth feeling dry and pilly. “I don’t like you sacrificing your health and rest for me. It makes me feel bad and like it’s my fault that you’re in pain or nodding off at work.”

You felt a pang in your chest. “Oh…” you said. “I didn’t know you felt that way.” You couldn’t tell if you felt hurt or if you were just overwhelmed by how much your usually private boyfriend was sharing with you. Maybe a mixture of both.

Yonghee sighed and lifted his head off your shoulder, eyes cast downward. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, almost a whisper. “I’ve hurt you again.”

You paused for a moment. Yes, it did hurt, but that’s what the truth often does, and you just couldn’t find it within yourself to get cross with him after he finally allowed himself the honesty your relationship deserved.

“It’s not your fault,” you said, a little choked up. He finally looked up to meet your eyes. “I’ve been trying too hard to make this relationship something it’s not. I knew what I was getting into when I started dating an idol—I should have known, at least.”

You felt yourself tearing up. “I just like you so much,” you admitted rawly. “I find myself wanting to do the things with you that normal couples do, y’know? The matching outfits, amusement park dates, movie nights. But we can’t do that. Matching outfits are too obvious, amusement parks are too public, and you’re usually too tired for movie nights.”

Yonghee furrowed his brows. “So… what are you saying?” he asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

You looked at his face. One look, that’s all it took. You knew what thoughts were going through his head, and you couldn’t say he was entirely wrong.

“I’m just saying…” you started in the softest tone, leading him gently into your sudden declaration. “Maybe we should start thinking about if this is really right for us.”

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #for anon #request #requested #kpop drabbles #kpopidol #cix imagines #cix kpop #cix yonghee #cix #yonghee

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

*sfw twt link; seunghun thirsting* can u tell me what seunghun is like as ur office boss? we need more bossy seunghun imagines floating out there plss <3

Okay, let’s talk.

Seunghun as your boss would be very demanding and straightforward. Sometimes harsh, but always fair. He only does and says the things he does because he expects a lot from his employees—especially from you, his protégé.

He’s not even the CEO—just your team leader, but people could easily mistake him for being the big boss. The way he carries himself gives off mad self-made millionaire vibes, and the way he adjusts his glasses and tie gives him that ‘I know I’m sexy, but we’re at work, so let’s keep it professional’ energy.

He’ll look over your shoulder while you’re working on a report, his tie folded into his breast pocket and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair is perfectly quaffed and he smells like sandalwood and cucumbers.

He’s not trying to let his arms cage you against your desk, but it just ends up happening that way. He’ll tsk if he sees something he doesn’t like. “Everything’s good, except this part,” he says, folding a finger so his knuckle taps against the screen for emphasis.

“You’ll fix it, yeah?” And with that, he walks away, not knowing the effect he has on you. He doesn’t bother explaining what the problem is because he knows you’re smart enough to figure it out.

He may seem curt and all-business to the outside eye, but in reality, he has a lot of faith in his employees. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have taken them on in the first place. His team only includes the best of the best, and he firmly believes in that.

When a mistake is made, he goes dead silent. That’s how you know you really screwed up. He’ll look at whoever the perpetrator is with cold eyes, sucking in a deep breath through his nose as he stares them down.

“Since when have you been so lackadaisical?” he’d ask, voice deathly calm. “I expect so much better from you. This is your mess, so I expect you to clean it up.” He resembles a scolding parent, in a way, his fingers coming up briefly to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of paperwork to take care of.”

And for some reason, those words are so cutting, because you know he’s inferring that’s because of you. He’s a demanding boss, but a good one, so knowing that you’re adding to his late nights and sore wrists is actually hurtful.

And he knows this fact. He doesn’t like to think of it as manipulation, but in his heart of hearts he knows it is. Yet he doesn’t regret the way he handles things. His objective is to get the job done, and do it well.

He uses the rapport he has with his team to encourage them onwards. He also tries to have team dinners at least once a month. When he starts drinking is when you actually realize what a cute person he is, and how much he actually cares for his team, despite the hard, no-nonsense exterior.

Swaying side to side with red cheeks and tiny hiccups, he’ll comfort you. “It’s okay,” he says, giggly and slurring, patting your back as he speaks. “Mistakes happen! You’re only human. But in our team, you’re a very special human. You play an important role, so you can’t be so careless. Understood?”

And he has the prettiest, goofiest smile on while he says that—his tie undone and a few buttons unfurled. His hair is messier than usual and his glasses hang from his breast pocket.

What a handsome boss you have.

The only moment he really strays from his usual antics is when there’s a level of competition in your work. If you’re competing with another team as far as monthly performance goes, he gets more fired up than usual.

He genuinely desires to be the best, and he’s got a strong sense of pride. He doesn’t like to feel beaten.

On average, he expects his team to be self-sufficient and come to him for the big stuff, but when he’s in one of his zones, he’s all up in everyone’s business.

Not in a micro-managing way, but he definitely says his piece and lets everyone know exactly how he wants it done. “It’s nonnegotiable,” he says. “We do it this way, or not at all. Get it done.”

It’s always kind of a shock to see him in these moods, but not an unpleasant one. It’s interesting to see your usually calm and collected boss card frustrated fingers through his hair or swear under his breath when he sees a deadline isn’t being met.

You also can’t help but think something changes in the way he looks at you. With his emotional side on the up-and-up, something darker and more intense glitters within his pretty brown orbs as he orders you around.

But you try not to get your hopes up. He’s your boss, after all.

Just your boss.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #for anon #request #requested #kpop drabbles #kpopidol #cix seunghun #cix suggestive #cix kpop #cix #cix drabbles #seunghun

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Please elaborate on tutor yonghee 😳

(A/N: Elaborating on this.)

Okay, so! 👏🏼👏🏼 I have some mfin’ things to say.

Let’s start where we left off. You in tutor!Yonghee’s lap, your hands smoothing over his chest, him a blushing mess. Your fingers brush over his clothed nipples and he literally shudders, biting his lip hard to hold back a whimper.

It’s delectable how sensitive he is over nothing.

His hands finally jump up from laying awkwardly at his sides, going to grip your waist. He didn’t even mean to, he just needed some way to center himself. He removes them just as fast, clearing his throat and apologizing (as if you’re not still feeling him up and giving him the most salacious gaze).

“Shh,” you soothe him. “Don’t think, okay? I’ve got you.” With that, he finally starts to calm down. Not a lot, but enough. He lets you tangle your fingers in the hair at his nape and angle his head back. He understands why he can’t have his glasses on, but he wishes he could see you in higher definition.

You start by peppering kisses over his exposed neck, making his eyes flutter shut. You grip his hair a little tighter, coaxing a breathy sigh from him.

He could feel his mouth running dry. “More,” he breathed out. “You can do… more.”

You were taken aback by his bold request for only a moment before chuckling against his Adam’s apple, sending vibrations and shivers through his whole body.

You kissed up his jawline, finally hovering over his lips—where he wanted you most. To say he was conflicted was an understatement. On the one hand, “yes. Plant ‘em on me. This is what I’ve been daydreaming for literal hours”. On the other hand—“holy crap, this is my student. I’m not being paid to snog her”.

But the moment you laid your lips on his, starting out butterfly-soft before adding more pressure and swiping your tongue across his bottom lip once he began to shyly respond to you, all his inhibitions flew out the window.

His hands went up to cup your cheeks, perfecting the angle and encouraging you to kiss him deeper. The wrongness of the whole situation felt so right. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this, but it wasn’t… technically his fault, was it?

You’d just be his little secret.

A beautiful, fleeting, hot spark in the confines of the campus study room.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #for anon #request #requested #kpop drabbles #kpopidol #cix suggestive #cix imagines #cix kpop #cix #suggestive

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Ok ok but making out with tutor!yonghee when you’re supposed to be studying 😳

Okay, yes, ‘cause he would actually be trying genuinely hard to focus and teach you something worthwhile, and you would just be making it impossible—constantly nibbling your pencil, looking him dead in the eye with your pretty eyelashes batting at him, leaning in close and pressing against him when he was explaining something.

He honestly thought it was only him who was carrying ‘dark intentions’ (as he called them), which is why he resisted even harder—not realizing that you were literally TRYING to get his attention. In his mind, he’s like, “We’re here to study, she’s being perfectly normal, and I’m the one in the wrong :) Simple as that. I am a boy. A dog. Disgusting.”

So he pushes the thought down and just tries to convince himself to leave you in his memories as a pretty student, and that’s it. Then you muck it up by tossing your leg over his thigh, straddling his lap and staring deep into his eyes. He’s SO red and taken aback, you could probably cook an egg with the heat from his cheeks and ears.

“You don’t think badly of me, do you?” you ask, voice low.

He splutters again. “Sorry? I—“

“You don’t think I’m a whore or anything, right? It’s just…” You gave a pointed look downward. “I thought maybe you and I were thinking the same thing. Was I wrong?”

He chokes a little on his own spit. “I’m sorry, I…” And he just looks so cutely ashamed, you take pity on him, slipping his glasses off the bridge of his nose and laying them carefully on the table.

“It’s okay,” you say with a comforting but dangerous sweetness. “You’re not technically doing anything wrong.” You link your fingers together behind his slender, markable neck before leaning in close to his ear and whispering, “I have a biology exam coming up, too.”

And he feels a shiver run up his spine. It must’ve been visible, judging by the way you chuckle at him. “Just relax,” you say, smoothing over his chest which was just a little too broad for a cute nerd like him. “It’s my turn to teach you something.”

(A/N: Will elaborate if requested 👌🏼✨)

#kpop #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #for anon #request #requested #kpop drabbles #kpopidol #cix suggestive #suggestive #cix imagines #cix kpop #cix #cix yonghee

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

OHHH MY GODDDD

"Sincerely, your fellow Choi" is SO GOOOOD.

you did such a good job. it's very amazing to read and i LIVE for mcd angst with a happy ending </3

amazing.

you are amazing.

thank you.

Oh my gosh!! 🥺🥺🥺 You have no idea how happy this makes me! I'm so glad to hear you enjoyed it, especially since it's a piece I'm not completely satisfied with. I feel better after hearing that, so thank you!

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Sincerely, Your Fellow Choi

@yyxgin Happy birthday, my beloved! I know this is way too late to be justifiable, and I have no real excuse. Just life and oversights, but never once do I want you to think I forgot about celebrating your birthday <3 It was literally on the list of things I most wanted to do this year—celebrate an amazing friend like you. So I hope you enjoy!

.

.

.

April 16th, Saturday 11:55 PM

For the past couple of weeks, I've been getting an email every Sunday at 12AM exactly, like it's scheduled.

Taehyun kept telling me not to open them 'cause they could be viruses, but I'm dumb (as he likes to playfully remind me), so I didn't listen to him.

I opened one a few weeks ago, which led to opening all the ones I'd received up to that point. And now I'm sitting here, anxiously scrawling down whatever I can while waiting for the next one to show up. My leg is shaking like crazy.

They weren't spam like I originally thought. They're very well thought-out and written with love. Each email is an instruction manual of how to fall in love with (Y/F/N).

I wouldn't say we're friends, but we know each other from high school (which is something I've tried to leave far, far behind me), and we talk sometimes.

We have one or two overlapping classes, but we're not lunch buddies by any means necessary. She's nice enough. I remember her making chocolates for me once for a school-wide Secret Santa thing we did.

They were pretty good. Nothing to write home about, though.

But for some reason, someone out there who signs off all their emails with the phrase "sincerely, your fellow Choi", seems to want me to think that she's got a massive crush on me and we're a match made in heaven.

At first, I thought it was silly—maybe a prank from one of her friends or something. But y'know how you just get vibes sometimes? It just feels too absurd not to be true.

I'm not saying I've fallen for her just because of a few emails, but I am saying I've learned a lot about her through these email, and I can't really tell if that's creepy or not.

How is it that I've never once noticed her before reading these emails? She's been walking in and out of my life for well over 6 years, yet I've never given her a second thought.

She was always just there, doing her own thing. She had her friends, and I had mine—if you could really call them that. None of them cared enough to keep in touch with me after high school.

I don't know why this random Choi is trying to get me interested in this girl from a past that I'm trying to forget, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't working.

Oh! Hold up.

The new email just came. Gotta go—I'll try to write more tomorrow.

April 18th, Monday 10:31 PM

Okay, so obviously, I forgot to write more yesterday. My bad. But no one's ever gonna see this anyway, so it's okay.

This works out though, 'cause I did something kinda crazy today. I decided to join the art club, 'cause (Y/N)'s a part of it. Taehyun thinks I'm insane, and Kai kindly reminded me that I can barely draw a stick figure, but I think this will be good for me in the long-run.

I can get closer to her in my own time, and I can see what she's actually like—not just what the emails want me to believe.

And maybe I can finally face high school again in a new light. Maybe now that I'm an adult, I won't be so scared.

April 19th, Tuesday 6:22 PM

Art is way harder than expected. I thought I'd pick it up pretty fast, but nah. I was wrong. This looks like chicken scratch.

On the upside, I talked to (Y/N) today. She could tell I was struggling, so she scooched over and whispered some shading tips while the team leader went over the assignment. She even offered to give me some drawing lessons on the weekends.

She didn't ask why I joined an art club, even though I'm a terrible artist.

It was nice. She was nice.

And she wasn't like how I remembered. I remembered someone more rambunctious and self-assured, and I guess that's why she always intimidated me.

Not to say she's not self-assured now, just more quiet about it. I can't tell if she's grown up, or if she's changed.

I also can't figure out why I haven't done either of those things yet.

April 23th, Saturday 3:00 PM

I had my first drawing lesson with (Y/N) today. She's such a good artist—it's kind of scary.

The emails keep talking about this hidden crush she's got on me, but I don't know if I fully believe it. I don't think I make her nervous at all.

She just smiles and talks and hums while she sketches. I don't seem to have an affect on her. She's just nice to me, like she is to everyone else.

And for some reason, that upsets me. The emails have been so accurate about everything else—her favorite colors, her hobbies, her favorite song, her allergies—yet it feels like they got her feelings for me all wrong.

I don't know why I'm upset about this. I've already told myself I'm not catching feelings, just seeing for myself what all the fuss is about. But still... I'm a little disappointed.

I guess I just expected more.

May 24th, Tuesday 8:01 PM

Wow, I kinda forgot about this. It's been a while since my last entry, but don't worry—it's for a good reason. (Y/N) and I have actually been hanging out a lot these days, and it's been fun.

Most of the time, it's for club things or art lessons, but sometimes we walk to class together or grab some coffee. And remember how I said we weren't lunch buddies? Well, we are now.

And we get along pretty well! She's funny. And I'm starting to think the crush thing might be more accurate than I thought.

I don't have any solid proof, but sometimes I swear I can feel her staring at me when she thinks I'm not paying attention. And she's always respectful of my personal bubble, yet tries to sit as close to me as possible without touching.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, or maybe it's my man brain trying to convince me, "oh yeah, dude. She's for sure into you", but either way, I'm kinda hoping I'm right.

In these few weeks I've spent truly noticing her and having her in the forefront of my life instead of on the sidelines, I've realized that I wouldn't hate it if she had a crush on me.

In fact, I'd be honored. She's cool.

May 30th, Monday 7:45 AM

This is gonna be a short entry 'cause I'm already late for class, but I just had to jot this down real quick in case I forget.

I think I figured out who the 'fellow Choi' is. The emails reminded me that (Y/N)'s close to that jock guy, Choi Yeonjun. They've been friends and neighbors since they were little, and he went to the same high school as us, just a year ahead.

I vaguely remember him as one of the hooligans she used to skateboard around with, but the memory's fuzzy.

I've seen them hanging out before, but I didn't realize they were that tight. If there's anyone who would know that much about her, it'd be him. I'm gonna confront him tomorrow, so we'll see what happens.

May 31st, Tuesday 5:53 PM

Yeah, so that whole confronting thing? It didn't go so well. I now have confirmation that he's not the fellow Choi, but I also have a bloody nose, so I don't know if I've accomplished anything.

It was a real 'one step forward, two steps back' kind of situation. From what I've seen of him around campus, he seems like a very chill, friendly guy, and you can tell he cares for (Y/N) like a brother.

So you can imagine my surprise when I said 'hi' and his first reaction was to grab me by the collar, shove me against a brick wall, and sock me in the nose.

What I hate most was the eyes it attracted. I just know there's gonna be rumors about us fighting for (Y/N)'s hand or some crap.

All in all, something tells me he doesn't like me. He told me to stay away from (Y/N) if I didn't have the 'right intentions'.

His exact words were, "The Chois in her life have already given her enough shit, and if you add on to that, I swear to God, I'll break so much more than your nose."

It was definitely a change from the guy I'd seen ruffling (Y/N)'s hair and giving her noogies while complimenting her latest artwork and calling her a nerd.

I'm scared and angry, for sure, but also just confused. I feel like there's more to this story that I'm not getting or hasn't been revealed to me yet. I feel left behind.

And also, I wish he'd been more clear as he threatened me. What are my intentions supposed to be?

'Cause I think I'm falling for her. And if that's not Choi Yeonjun approved, how am I just supposed to just stop these feelings from growing?

Would it even be possible at this point?

June 2nd, Thursday 9:10 PM

I emailed back the fellow Choi the other day. I wanted to see if they knew what I did to hurt (Y/N) and Yeonjun in the past.

They never answered.

June 13th, Monday 11:11 AM

(Y/N) made Yeonjun apologize to me. Not gonna lie, it was a little gratifying to see that tough guy all humbled and grumbly while she glared up at him and demanded an apology.

All-in-all, even though it was forced, he seemed pretty genuine. He even asked how my nose was doing. I told him it wasn't broken, and I think (for the most part) there are no lingering hard feelings between us.

Except for the ones he's hiding from me—the ones that I assume have been there for a long time. And he must've said something to (Y/N), 'cause she's been weird too. Not mean or cold, just distant. Lost in her thoughts, even when we're together.

I wonder if he brought up some memories from the past that she'd forgotten or repressed. I kind of resent him for that a little, 'cause things were going well between us, and now I don't know what to do with my feelings.

They're getting too strong to keep inside, but would it be insensitive to confess now? I don't even know anymore. I'm so confused.

More than anything, I just wanna know what I did. I must've been either really self-absorbed or incredibly insecure in high school, because I'm coming to realize that I never really noticed anyone.

It was always just me in my little bubble, and even with my friends, I never let them get too close. As I'm writing this, I also kinda realize that I'm the only person stopping myself from making genuine connections with others.

And that pretty much decides it for me. I'm gonna confess to her this weekend—just you watch.

June 19th, Sunday 10:30 PM

Today might be one of my favorite days ever. I spent the whole day with (Y/N), and for the first time in a while, it didn't feel awkward.

I would kind of consider this our first date. We went out for breakfast, then we talked for hours and realized, "Oh, we should probably get lunch." And after lunch, we didn't wanna say goodbye, so we decided to go for a walk. "Work off the calories," she said.

By that time, we were hungry again, so she invited me to her dorm for an improvised snack dinner. It certainly wasn't gourmet, but it was tasty, and it was fun to make it together.

She looked so pretty. She didn't even do anything special—she just looked nice. So I told her. Then one thing led to another, and I was rambling and going on and on, and then I finally got it out.

Those three words I'd been trying to spit out all day. "I like you."

And guess what? She likes me too. She actually, genuinely likes me. And before I left, you know that she did? She gave me a kiss on the hand.

Not on the cheek, not on the lips, but on my hand. I've never gotten butterflies like that before. It's so weird to think that now... I have a girlfriend. It's wild.

It was really cool seeing her place, too. I remembered her skateboarding back in high school (hard to forget with the emails proudly remind me every five seconds), but she actually has medals and stuff from competitions she entered in with her old team.

Yeonjun was on that team too, apparently. She had a framed picture of them proudly showing off their second place trophy with their arms slung over each other's shoulders.

Cute picture. A little small for the frame, though. Maybe I should get her a new one.

July 10th, Sunday 12:15 AM

I think I just got the last email. It felt ominous, like a permanent goodbye. "I can't have her back anymore, so I'm leaving it up to you. If you haven't fallen for her at this point, please at least just be her friend. I'm sure Yeonjun's all she's got. Be good to her."

And as always, signed off with that 'sincerely, your fellow Choi'. I'm not sure why, but when I read it this time, I got goosebumps all over my body.

It was like I'd been talking to a ghost. They were there, and then they were gone—like a cool breeze or a puff of smoke.

It feels empty.

September 3rd, Saturday 9:45 PM

(Y/N) got mad at me for the first time today. We were doing some studying at her place, and I was admiring the pictures and medals on her wall while she was in the bathroom.

But I'm a klutz, so of course, I ended up knocking something over. It was that framed picture of her and Yeonjun. The glass shattered and the back fell out, and I swear I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

All I could think was 'shit, shit, I just broke the important thing', and like a little kid, my first thought was to get rid of the evidence.

Now, realistically, there was nothing I could do about the glass in such a short time, but I thought if I could just pop the panel back on and make sure the framing wasn't damaged...

But that's when I noticed the picture, slightly peeking out from the broken frame. It was too small because it had been folded.

I wasn't trying to pry. I wasn't trying to look at it.

But it was there, unfolded right in front of me. And I could see that in the previously folded up corner, (Y/N) had her arm wrapped another guy. A guy with longish black hair, his nose scrunched up by a big, toothy grin, and a skateboard pinned under his arm.

The three of them looked so happy together. A perfect little trio. And when I looked at the guy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

When (Y/N) finally came out, she blew up at me. I couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that I broke her frame, or because I saw the other half of that picture.

Now, (Y/N)'s not a petty person, so if I had to guess... I'd say it was the latter. I wanna know who he is. I wanna know why he feels so familiar. And I wanna know why he hurts her so much.

So much so that she would fold him out of a picture, but not find it within herself too throw it away.

But I'm dumb, so I didn't say any of those things. We just argued. I stormed out.

I regret it.

September 7th, Wednesday 4:32 PM

We've made up. That's what we say, anyway. But it's awkward, with just a hint of tension.

I've tried talking it out with her, asking about that guy, but she says she doesn't want to talk about it.

I'm not experienced enough for this. I don't know what's right. I don't know when to push and when to let it lie.

I'm scared to mess this up.

Soobin laid dead asleep in his room, disturbed by an incessant tap-tap-tap.

With a groan, he rolled over in bed, flipping on his bedside lamp and instinctively checking the time on his phone. Two in the morning. He groaned again as the tapping only became more insistent.

In his bleary daze, he managed to glance at the window, doing a double-take as he saw a shadowy figure outside of it. His eyes widened, pulling the sheets up and over his nose as slowly as possible. The tapping stopped, and he could’ve sworn he saw the figure sigh.

Moments later, his phone buzzed with a notification.

“It’s me, coward,” the notification read.

With a start, he jumped up, swinging his window open with expert speed, successfully shocking the person on the other side of the glass. “(Y/N)!” he gasped, grabbing her wrists and pulling her back towards him as she lost her balance.

He reared backward, pulling her into the room and landing them both on the bed with a thump, Soobin splayed flat on his back and (Y/N) nestled somewhat comfortably into his shoulder. “What were you doing on the roof, you idiot?” he asked, hands instinctively going to rub up and down her back.

“I didn’t wanna wake your roommates...” she said sheepishly. “They probably heard me scream, though.”

Soobin shook his head, biting back the chuckle that rose in his throat. “Nah, don’t worry too much,” he said. “They sleep like rocks.” He took a moment to bask in the silence between them. This was the most carefree they’d been together in a while. “So what brings you here this cold evening?”

She propped herself up a little, examining his face with a hint of something in her eyes. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but maybe guilt? She cupped his cheek. 

“Have I ever told you why I like you?” she asked softly. Soobin only shook his head. “It’s ‘cause you care so much more than you think you do. You’re so humble, and you always underestimate yourself, but you’re the coolest, most kindest guy out there.” He felt butterflies whirl up in his stomach like the first time she kissed his hand. “I just needed to tell you that.”

Soobin could feel himself tearing up, but he willed himself to suck it in. “Well... Thank you,” he said. He wanted to say anything else. He wanted to list all the reasons he liked her and how he’d started finding peace and self-acceptance through her, but no words came out—like a blubbering fish out of water.

“Can I introduce you to someone?” (Y/N) asked, seemingly to instinctively know that he wouldn’t be able to get anything out.

Soobin blinked in confusion. “What, like... right now?” he asked.

She nodded. “If we don’t do this now, I’m worried I’ll get too scared again.”

Now, he could give a million viable excuses on why he couldn’t go. He’s tired, he has early morning classes, it’s nearly freezing—but none of that mattered. He wanted to do whatever she wanted to do.

It’d easily been an hour, and they were only getting further from the familiar territory of their campus grounds. Soobin could feel himself dozing off again, but he urged himself not to. Even if he felt like shit in the morning, he was gonna stay awake for this.

“Where are we goin’?” he asked from the passenger seat of (Y/N)’s dumpy old car that stubbornly refused not to die, like a spiteful great-aunt.

“We’re almost there,” she said cryptically, gripping the steering wheel ever so slightly tighter. “Just give it a sec. It’s on the left.”

Soobin blinked hard and mussed up his hair, trying to make himself more presentable. He was still in his pajamas, so the least he could do would be to look awake. He glance at all the signs as they passed by buildings, each one of them not likely to be their stop.

When she finally slowed down and flicked on her blinker, Soobin’s heart dropped, the words ‘columbarium’ staring him in the face like the barrel of a gun. “(Y/N)—” he started.

She shook her head. “Don’t say anything yet,” she instructed gently. “Just wait till we get inside.” She took a pause while she put the car in park. “And hold my hand. I haven’t been here in a while.”

With her hand tightly grasped in his and the car locked behind them, they made their way into the building. Already, it was a sad, humbling atmosphere—seeing all the urns, photos, bouquets, and letters from family pinned up on the wall. There was so much love and sorrow, all contained in one place.

Finally, (Y/N) stopped in front of one specific niche. ”Meet Beomgyu,” she said, a slight tremor in her voice. “One of my best friends, and your fellow Choi.” In the picture frame behind the cage of glass stood a very familiar boy with longish black hair, a toothy grin, and a crinkled nose.

Soobin looked at her with wide eyes. “How did you—?”

“You left your diary at my place,” she said. “I’m sorry I was nosy, but I couldn’t help but read it. And by doing that, I realized how much I’ve been making you suffer on your own, and I’m so sorry.” She gripped his hand tighter, making eye contact with him. “Will you forgive me?”

His heart ached. “There’s nothing to forgive, honestly...” he said, voice barely above a whisper. It felt rude to speak any louder in a place full of the deceased.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, y’know,” she said. “It’s not a fair relationship if we’re always walking on eggshells around each other. So I’ll share some of my scars with you tonight, and you can share yours when you’re ready. I might not get all your questions answered, but I'll start.”

He felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t help but feel grateful to Choi Beomgyu for leading him to such a great girl.

He nodded. “Okay,” he said. “I promise I'll do the same for you later.” He looked back at Beomgyu’s picture. The longer he looked at it, the more bits and pieces of memories from high school came flooding back in.

(Y/N), Yeonjun, and Beomgyu. The kids who always rode into school on their skateboards, zooming past everyone on the way through the front gates while laughing and shouting jokes at each other. Soobin was pretty separate from their friend group, but out of all of them, he was most familiar with Beomgyu.

He was the class clown. Everyone loved him, and he loved making everyone laugh—even at his own expense. Yeonjun was always the one to back him up with a smile on his face, even when he called him a dumbass. And (Y/N) was always the one following quietly behind them, cleaning up thier messes.

But she never seemed to mind. She didn’t even care that as they walked down the halls, people would call out “Hey, Beomgyu!” or “Hey, Yeonjun!”, but no one ever called out for her.

“Tell me about him,” Soobin said.

She took a deep breath. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“How’d you become friends?”

She cracked a little smile, though he could still see the pain lacing it from the scabbed over wound on her heart that had yet to fully heal. “Yeonjun and Beomgyu were nextdoor neighbors, I lived across the street,” she said. “Their mom’s were best friends, and I moved to the neighborhood with my folks later on. Y’know how moms always want you be comfortable and have friends you can count on?”

Soobin chuckled. “For sure,” he said. “Even if I got a terrible report card, my mom’s first instinct was still to scold me on how I didn’t put in enough effort to make friends.”

“My mom was the same,” she said. “So about a week after we moved in, she said, ‘C’mon! Let’s go say hi to the neighbors’ sons!’ I was shy and I didn’t wanna go, but God, am I glad I did. They were both at Beomgyu's place, and as soon as I got through the front door, they dragged me upstairs to play Mario Kart and then outside to shoot each other with nerf guns.”

Her smile grew, more genuine this time. “I didn’t have time to be nervous, not with their hyper-active asses. From that point on, we basically grew up together. They were like my big brothers. Whatever they did, I wanted to do it too. That’s why I started skating, y’know.”

“Now, Beomgyu... I don’t even know how to describe him. He was like a whirlwind, y’know? He was crazy, confident, a little overzealous at times, but sweet. He always remembered the little things about you, and even though his loudness could be a little annoying at first, once he went quiet with you, you felt like something was missing."

She sighed through her nose. "I miss his voice," she said rawly, as if she hadn't allowed herself to admit that for the past couple of years.

“The three of us went through life, did everything together, talked about how we were gonna get matching tattoos once we graduated, and then one day, we were all skating—practicing for a competition, actually—and Beomgyu fell.” Her voice grew quieter at the end. 

“Beomgyu never fell. He said he felt dizzy and his head hurt. We thought he must’ve hit it on the way down, so we rushed him off the the hospital—a bunch of scared teenagers. And that’s where they discovered it. A weird hybrid type of acute myeloid leukemia.”

Soobin squeezed her hand tighter. She appreciated it. “Most people live at least 5 years after being diagnosed, but Beomgyu didn’t have that time. It was too late and too developed. He had a little under a year.”

Soobin’s heart ached. No wonder it was  painful memory. She lost her best friend when she was just a kid. “That must’ve been awful for you,” he whispered, stepping a little closer to her, just to let her feel his warmth.

“It was,” she agreed softly. “What’s worse though is that I spent those last 6 months lying straight to his face.”

 Soobin gave her a questioning look.

“Yeonjun cornered me one day. Told me that Beomgyu had been in love with me for a few years, but I never even noticed,” she said. In Soobin’s head, that made sense. And it explained the affection behind the emails’ tone. “And he never confessed ‘cause he didn’t wanna mess up our friendship, and then he thought he’d lost his shot, ‘cause I started crushing on you.”

“But Yeonjun looked me straight in the eyes as we stood by a vending machine in the hospital at almost 11:30 one night and said, ‘Beomgyu’s gonna confess to you tonight. Please accept him’.” 

She let out a dry laugh at the memory. “I didn’t know what to say. It’s not that I was disgusted by the thought of being with him or that I was particularly hung up on you—I just thought you were cute at that point—but I just didn’t feel... anything. No sparks. And that’s not how love’s supposed to be.”

“So I though I’d turn him down gently,” she continued. “Knowing Beomgyu, I thought he’d be happy to just get it off his chest, and then we could spend his last few months as we always had. The unbeatable trio.”

She leaned her head on Soobin’s shoulder, feeling drained and tired. “But when I got into his room, he’d prepared flowers, and balloons, and a handwritten letter, and a big romantic speech, and I just... 

She nuzzled closer into his shoulder. "I didn’t have the heart. He’d never had a girlfriend before, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was all my fault. Maybe he was waiting for me and I just never got to that point. So I accepted him. I’ve never seen him look so relieved. He almost cried.”

“So I went six months... Pretending to be in love with him. But I think he knew. I think he knew my heart wasn’t in it, and that’s what made it even worse. He would apologize all the time with that sad smile on his face, and it just made me feel even worse.”

“So I tried harder to be a good girlfriend, made myself feel even worse, argued with Yeonjun all the time ‘cause I felt like he was only thinking about Beomgyu, and overall, I just screwed everything up. He had less than a year left with us and I wasted it lying to him. I didn’t even do it well. It all felt pointless.”

“Especially when I knew for sure he knew. He told me he was gonna repay me someday for helping him live out his short dream, even though it was hard for me. I guess he held up his end.” 

She looked up, meeting eyes with Soobin, his dark orbs damp with sympathy. “He gave me you, the crazy bastard. Guess he knew five years would probably be enough for me not to totally hate myself anymore,” she chuckled. “That way, I could love properly again.”

She looked back at the niche, staring intently at Beomgyu’s portrait, as well as the smaller pictures laid out around it. Pretty much all of them had herself and Yeonjun inside of them, right next to Beomgyu and his dopey grin.

“He never let me kiss him,” she said. “I tried, but he never let me. He always joked and said ‘cooties’, but I know it’s ‘cause he didn’t want me to waste my first kiss on a lie. He was good like that.”

Without him realizing it, Soobin had started crying. Not a harsh sob or a broken whimper, just thick tears pouring out of his stinging, red eyes. He couldn’t tell if he was saddened by the story or thankful for the gesture.

Wordlessly, he faced the niche, giving a deep bow. “Thank you,” he whispered, “for giving me your best friend. I can tell how much you love her.”

In that moment, the air changed. It felt warmer.

Maybe somewhere out there, in a different timeline or dimension, Beomgyu was flashing his dopey smile, happy that another one of his hair-brained schemes worked out. 

#kpop #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #kpop drabbles #kpopidol #txt #tomorrow x together #soobin #choi soobin #beomgyu #choi beomgyu

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

hi hi!! just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for you 🥺 not too many ppl write for cix so thank you for taking time out of your day to do so. stay safe and healthy 🫶🏽

Aww, thank you so much!! CIX is very important to me, and I'll always believe they deserve more and better. So if I can write quality works for them, I'll always try my best to do so! Thank you so much for your kind words, and I hope you stay happy and healthy as well ❤️🥺