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Don't Wanna Break Up Again (Seonghwa x Reader)

Eternal Sunshine Masterlist

BF!Seonghwa x Reader

Authors Note: Hey guys, sorry this is coming out a bit late. I wanted to post it earlier last week but then I had a new idea for the story, so I had to rewrite everything. I hope you enjoy!!

I don't wanna fuck with your head It's breakin' my heart To keep breakin' yours again

Seonghwa and Y/N's love story began like a scene from a romantic movie, set against the backdrop of a bustling college campus. They met at a mutual friend's party, their eyes locking across the crowded room as if drawn together by fate. Y/N was immediately captivated by Seonghwa's warm smile and gentle demeanor, while Seonghwa found himself drawn to Y/N's infectious laughter and kind heart.

Their connection was instant, sparks flying as they talked late into the night, sharing dreams, aspirations, and secrets they had never dared to confide in anyone else. From that moment on, they were inseparable, spending every spare moment together exploring the city, trying new foods, and discovering shared passions.

As their love blossomed, so did their dreams for the future. After graduating from college, they took the leap and moved into a cozy apartment together, transforming it into a sanctuary of love and laughter. Y/N pursued her passion for baking, working tirelessly at a small bakery shop while dreaming of one day opening her own store. Seonghwa, with his unwavering support and encouragement, embarked on a promising career at a prestigious company, his ambition matched only by his dedication to Y/N.

For five blissful years, they navigated life's ups and downs hand in hand, weathering every storm that came their way with unwavering love and devotion. Their apartment became more than just a place to live; it was their sanctuary, a haven where they could escape the chaos of the outside world and revel in the joy of each other's company.

But as time went on, cracks began to form in their seemingly perfect relationship. Seonghwa's demanding job at the office grew increasingly demanding, consuming more and more of his time and energy. Long nights turned into early mornings, and Y/N found herself waking up alone in their bed more often than not, the warmth of Seonghwa's presence replaced by the cold emptiness of their apartment.

Despite her best efforts to be understanding and supportive, Y/N couldn't shake the growing sense of loneliness that gnawed at her heart. She missed Seonghwa, missed the sound of his laughter, the touch of his hand, the comfort of his embrace.

Which is where she's found herself once again, woken up by the sun shining through the curtains and the spot on the bed next to her untouched and cold. Seeing his side of the room is already neat, she can tell he'd left for work a long time ago. Checking her phone, she sees his message.

- Hi baby, sorry I had to leave early, they called me in last minute. There's a omelet in the fridge if you're hungry. -

Y/N's footsteps echoed softly in the quiet apartment as she made her way to the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath her feet a stark reminder of the emptiness that filled her heart. She couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as she read Seonghwa's message, his absence once again a painful reminder of the growing distance between them.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N pushed aside her feelings of resentment and loneliness, determined to face the day ahead with a brave face. As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she couldn't help but notice the tired lines that marred her reflection.

With practiced ease, Y/N went through the motions of her morning routine, the familiar tasks providing a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos of her thoughts. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and pulled her hair into a messy bun, each action a silent prayer for strength and resilience.

As she made her way to the kitchen, the scent of Seonghwa's cooking lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of happier times when they would share lazy Sunday mornings together, lost in each other's company. With a heavy heart, Y/N opened the fridge and retrieved the omelet Seonghwa had left for her. She sat alone at the kitchen table, the silence of the apartment pressing in around her, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that consumed her. She missed Seonghwa, missed the warmth of his presence, the sound of his laughter, the touch of his hand against hers.

But most of all, she missed the love they once shared, the connection that had once bound them together like two souls intertwined in an unbreakable bond. And as tears welled up in her eyes, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if their love was strong enough to weather the storm that threatened to tear them apart. Sure, they had their hardships, but they were stronger then this. Ever since Seonghwa got that promotion at work, he's been busy nonstop.

She feels guilty, she was so proud of him when he told her the news, she even went out and bought a cake so they could celebrate when he got home later that night. At first, things were as they always were, completely normal. But within the past 3 months, it's like she no longer has a boyfriend.

She knew Seonghwa's dedication to his work was one of the qualities she admired most about him, but lately, it felt as though their relationship had been pushed to the sidelines in favor of his career ambitions. As she took a hesitant bite of the omelet, the taste of loneliness lingered on her tongue, the once-familiar flavors now tainted by the bitter taste of disappointment. She couldn't help but replay the countless missed dinners, canceled plans, and late nights spent waiting for Seonghwa to come home.

But despite the growing resentment that gnawed at her heart, Y/N couldn't bring herself to blame Seonghwa entirely. She knew he was under immense pressure at work, juggling deadlines, meetings, and endless responsibilities with an unwavering determination that both inspired and frustrated her.

She wanted to believe that they were stronger than this, that their love was unbreakable, but the doubts lingered like shadows in the corners of her mind, threatening to engulf her in darkness.

With a heavy heart, Y/N wiped away her tears and pushed away the omelet, no longer having an appetite. She rose from the table and made her way to the living room, the silence of the apartment pressing in around her like a suffocating blanket. She sank onto the couch, her thoughts consumed by the unanswered questions that lingered between her and Seonghwa, their relationship hanging precariously in the balance.

But amidst the darkness that threatened to consume her, a flicker of determination sparked within Y/N's heart. She refused to let their love be swallowed by the shadows, refused to give up on the bond they shared, no matter how daunting the obstacles that lay ahead.

With renewed resolve, Y/N reached for her phone and dialed Seonghwa's number, her fingers trembling with nervous anticipation. After a few rings, he picked up.

"Hi my love, everything ok?" Seonghwa's voice was soft, Y/N could hear groups of people talking in the background.

"Hey, everything's fine. You left early this morning." Y/N fiddled with a loose string on her hoodie, or, more like Seonghwa's hoodie.

"I know, I know I'm sorry. It's just - yeah hang on a second - It's just we have that big presentation I told you about coming up, there's a lot of last minute things we need to do." Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

"Presentation? What presentation?" She asked. Suddenly, she heard a man's voice shout to Seonghwa, saying to just call that person back later, that the project was more important.

"Look baby I'm sorry, but I have to go. The guys are yelling at me." Y/N's heart sunk.

"Wait, I just have one question. Do you remember what day it is?" Her heart was racing, she prayed and hoped that maybe, just maybe, he'll prove her wrong.

"It's Sunday, seriously Y/N I've got to go, ok? I love you, I'll call you back later." Before she could respond he hung up the phone. Y/N's heart sank as Seonghwa's hurried words echoed in her ears, the weight of disappointment settling heavily in her chest. She had hoped that their conversation would provide some clarity, some reassurance that their love was still strong despite the distance that threatened to tear them apart.

But as she stared down at the phone in her hand, the realization dawned on her like a punch to the gut. With trembling hands, Y/N set the phone down on the coffee table, her mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt and betrayal at Seonghwa's dismissal of her question, his priorities clearly lying elsewhere as he brushed her off with casual indifference.

He forgot, he's been so caught up with work he forgot. She wanted to call in back, she wanted to scream that no, it wasn't just any regular Sunday, it was their Sunday. Five years, five years they have been together and not once had they missed an anniversary. Today would mark when he took her on their first date. She knows that for some people, it's not a big milestone a couple would celebrate years down the road, but for them it was.

Y/N remembers that day like the back of her hand. It had been a month after they initially met. Both of them didn't really have money back then to splurge at a restaurant, so they went to a convenience store and bought ramen that they made back at her dorm. It was the start of their journey together, what got them to where they are now. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the realization that their once cherished traditions had been forgotten.

She took a deep breathe and tried to slow down her thoughts. Ok, things had been busy, yes. She knows he's been pulling all nighters for the past few weeks, he's under a lot of stress right now. So, it should be expected his mind is not on top of things right now....right?

Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, Y/N set about preparing a special surprise for Seonghwa, a reminder of the love they had shared and the memories they had created together over the years. She rummaged through their closet, searching for the perfect outfit, and went out to buy a bouquet of flowers for the dining table. Later in the afternoon, she messaged him asking what time he was planning on coming home. Once he responded, saying he's planning to leave at 5, she compiled a list of ingredients and shopped for groceries to cook for the night.

And as she waited for Seonghwa to return home, her heart filled with hope and anticipation, Y/N couldn't help but cling to the belief that their love was strong enough to weather any storm, that no matter how far apart they may feel, they would always find their way back to each other in the end. For their love was not just a fleeting moment in time, but a bond that transcended the trials and tribulations of everyday life, a love that would endure for eternity.

"Hey, why don't you go home and get some rest. You look exhausted." Seonghwa peeked up from the pile of paper's he was sorting through. Checking his watch, the time read 10:32pm. Shit, he thought, he hadn't been paying attention to the time.

"Are you sure? There's still a lot that needs to get done." He asks, looking up at his coworker. The person nods, offering him a kind smile.

"Yeah, the other guys should be coming back in a minute. Go ahead and head out, I'm sure your girlfriend's waiting on you." Hearing that, Seonghwa gathered all his belongings and waved goodbye to his colleagues. As he walked home, his phone started ringing. Seeing it was his friend, Hongjoong, he answered.

"Hey bro," He said, adjusting his bag dangling on his side.

"Hey man, how's your day been?" Seonghwa scoffed.

"A complete shit show, I swear, some of these people are so incompetent. We had to go through every single file to make sure there were no typos or wrong information in them." He heard Hongjoong hum in acknowledgement.

"Damn, that's rough. Well, at least you got to spend the rest of the day with Y/N, I'm sure that made it better huh? Oh, where is she by the way, I had a baking question for her." Seonghwa's heart sank as Hongjoong's words pierced through the facade of his exhaustion.

"Uh, actually, I'm not sure where she is right now," Seonghwa admitted sheepishly, his footsteps faltering slightly as he navigated the familiar streets on his way home. "I've been so caught up with work that I haven't really had a chance to talk to her today."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the distant sounds of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Seonghwa could practically hear the gears turning in Hongjoong's mind as he processed the significance of his words, the weight of his unintentional neglect hanging heavy in the air between them.

"Oh," Hongjoong finally said, his voice tinged with concern. "I thought you guys were be out at dinner or something."

"Why would we got out? You know she doesn't really like going out in public." Seonghwa was confused on where Hongjoong's assumption came from. Y/N was never really the one to go out and eat unless it was for a special occassion. Typically, her and Seonghwa - mostly Seonghwa while Y/N stays near him and rambles on about a show - cooked at home.

Another moment of silence, before Hongjoong sighs. "Dude, do you even know what day it is?" Now he was even more confused.

"It's Sunda- why do people keep asking me that today? Did everyone forget to check their calendar?" Seonghwa chuckles, but it was completely one sided as Hongjoong continued to make no sound.

"Shit dude, you forgot." Seonghwa stopped in his tracks. He forgot? Forgot what? Questions circled around his head, until he decided to open up his own calendar. His heart sank, heavy with the weight of his own forgetfulness, as Hongjoong's words echoed in his ears like a harsh rebuke. How could he have been so blind, so oblivious to the significance of the day that held such special meaning for both him and Y/N?

"I..." Seonghwa faltered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words to convey the depth of his regret. He could practically feel the disappointment radiating through the phone, a tangible reminder of his own shortcomings as a boyfriend. "I'm such an idiot," Seonghwa finally admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "I completely forgot about our anniversary, didn't I?"

There was a heavy silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the sound of Seonghwa's ragged breathing as he awaited Hongjoong's response. He could practically feel the weight of his friend's disappointment pressing down on him like a physical burden, a reminder of the gravity of his mistake.

"Yeah, man," Hongjoong finally said, his voice tinged with sympathy. "You really screwed up this time."

Seonghwa winced at the blunt truth of Hongjoong's words, the sting of his own negligence burning hot in his chest. He knew that he had let Y/N down, that he had failed to show her the love and appreciation she deserved on their special day. And now, as the reality of his mistake settled in like a bitter pill, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret for letting her down.

"I have to go." And with that, Seonghwa hung up the phone and tried calling his girlfriend as he rushes home. On his third try calling, he simply gave up and started sprinting.

Seonghwa unlocked the apartment door, slowly creeping in and noticing all the lights were turned off. Once he flipped the living room light switch, he almost dropped to his knees. On the table, a vase of roses stood tall, decorative plate sheets placed where the two usually ate. A small card sat on the table, the envelope yellow with his name written across on the front with little hearts surrounding it. Placing his bag on the chair, he looked towards the living room.

On the couch, two pillows were placed intentionally and the blanket they usually shared was spread across. And on the coffee table placed in front, two face masks and two glasses of wine sat on coasters, a bowl of his favorite chips set in the middle. Seonghwa stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the scene before him.

His eyes lingered on the card sitting on the table, and with trembling hands, Seonghwa reached out and picked up the card. His fingers brushing against the smooth surface as he turned it over to read the message inside. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Y/N's handwriting scrawled across the page, the words written with love and sincerity that brought tears to his eyes.

"Seonghwa," the card read, each letter a testament to the depth of her affection. "I know things have been tough lately, and I just wanted to remind you how much you mean to me. Today marks five years since we shared our first date, and I wanted to celebrate the love and joy you bring into my life every single day. I know you've been busy with work, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, always. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend many more years by your side. Happy anniversary, my love."

Tears welled up in Seonghwa's eyes as he read the heartfelt words, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and regret. How could he have been so blind, so oblivious to the love and devotion that Y/N had shown him despite his own neglect? He felt a lump form in his throat as he realized just how much he had taken her for granted, how little he had done to show her the love and appreciation she deserved.

He made his way towards the bedroom quietly, unsure if she was still awake. He reached for the doornob, but when he went to turn it, it stuck. Seonghwa, confused and exhausted, tried twisting it again but was bet with resistance. Figuring the door had been stuck again, like it had once done in the past, he surrenders and heads to the guest bathroom so he could at least wash. his face. Flipping on the light, he sees a stack of clothes and a sticky note on the mirror.

"Couch is set, don't bother." Was all it said. Upon inspecting the clothes, he realizes they're his pajamas. A pair of clean boxers was folded along with them and his toothbrush and facial care products were on the sink too.

He couldn't blame her for wanting space, for needing time to process the depth of his neglect and the pain it had caused her. With a heavy sigh, he resigned himself to the reality of the situation, knowing that he had no one to blame but himself for the rift that had formed between them. With slow, deliberate movements, Seonghwa began to undress, the weight of his guilt hanging heavy in the air as he changed into his pajamas. Each article of clothing felt like a tangible reminder of his own shortcomings, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between him and the woman he loved.

As he washed his face and went through his nightly skincare routine, Seonghwa couldn't help but replay the events of the day in his mind, each moment a painful reminder of his own neglect and the consequences it had wrought. He knew that he had a long road ahead of him to make things right with Y/N, to rebuild the trust and connection that had been shattered by his own neglect.

But amidst the darkness of his own guilt, a flicker of determination ignited within Seonghwa's heart, a resolve to do whatever it took to earn back Y/N's love and forgiveness. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, that there would be obstacles and challenges along the way, but he was willing to fight for their relationship with every fiber of his being.

And as he settled onto the couch, the weight of Y/N's absence pressing down on him like a physical weight, Seonghwa knew that he had a long journey ahead of him to make things right. But he was determined to do whatever it took to show Y/N just how much she meant to him, to prove to her that he was worthy of her love and forgiveness. For he knew that their love was worth fighting for, even in the darkest of times.

Y/N didn't get much sleep that night, her face felt stiff from the amount of tears that streamed down her face when she realized he wasn't coming home on time. She kept her gaze on the empty side of the bed, emotions void and heart breaking bit by bit. Y/N buried her face in the pillow, her sobs muffled against the soft fabric as she allowed herself to succumb to the tidal wave of grief that threatened to engulf her. She felt as though her heart had been shattered into a million pieces, each fragment a painful reminder of the love she had lost. As she wept into the sheets, a knock sounded at the door.

"Y/N...." Y/N's heart lurched at the sound of Seonghwa's voice, the familiar warmth of his tone cutting through the darkness of her despair like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. She lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes red and swollen from hours of crying, as she struggled to comprehend the reality of his presence.

"Seonghwa..." Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper as she fought to regain control of her emotions. She felt a jumble of conflicting emotions swirling within her, a mixture of relief and anger, love and betrayal, all vying for dominance within her fractured heart.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Y/N pushed herself up from the bed, walking towards the bedroom door to unlock it. Upon opening it, her eyes locked with Seonghwa's, who stood in the doorway, his expression a mixture of guilt and remorse. She could see the weight of his own emotions reflected in his eyes, the shadows of regret etched into the lines of his face.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. But then, with a tentative step forward, Seonghwa crossed the threshold into the room, his eyes never leaving Y/N's as he approached her with cautious uncertainty.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Seonghwa murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out a trembling hand to brush away the tears that stained her cheeks. "I never meant to hurt you like this."

Y/N's heart clenched at the sincerity in Seonghwa's words, the raw vulnerability of his confession piercing through the walls she had erected around her wounded heart. She could see the pain etched into every line of his face, the depth of his regret mirrored in the depths of his eyes. And in that moment, as their gazes locked and their hearts laid bare, Y/N knew that she couldn't turn her back on the love they shared, no matter how deep the wounds that had been inflicted upon it.

"You forgot.....you never forget." She whispered, softly pushing his hand away from her and crossed her arms.

"I know, I know." Seonghwa slowly pulled his hand back, returning it to his side. "Honey I.....I'm so sorry." Y/N's heart ached at Seonghwa's admission, the weight of his apology hanging heavy in the air between them. She could feel the turmoil churning within her, torn between the pain of his betrayal and the love that still lingered in her heart.

"Seonghwa, how could you forget?" Y/N's voice wavered with emotion, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to make sense of the hurt that consumed her. "Our anniversary, it's... it's not just any date. It's a reminder of the love we share, the memories we've built together. How could you forget something so important to us?"

Seonghwa's shoulders slumped under the weight of Y/N's words, his own guilt and regret written plainly on his face. "I don't have an excuse. I let work consume me, and I neglected the most important thing in my life. I'm sorry, I truly am."

Y/N felt a pang of anguish as she looked into Seonghwa's eyes, seeing the depth of his remorse mirrored back at her. Despite the hurt he had caused, she couldn't deny the love she still felt for him, the longing to rebuild what they had lost.

"I don't know what to do anymore," Y/N admitted, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Seonghwa I....I don't know if I can do this anymore." Seonghwa's eyes widen in panic, quickly bringing his arms around her.

"No no no, don't say that. Please, let me make it up to you. Please Y/N." Seonghwa's arms enveloped Y/N in a tight embrace, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions that raged within her. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing her own tumultuous thoughts.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N," Seonghwa whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "You mean everything to me. Please, give me another chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to prove to you how much you mean to me."

Y/N leaned into Seonghwa's embrace, his scent and the familiarity of his presence soothing her frayed nerves. Despite the pain and uncertainty that lingered in her heart, she couldn't deny the longing she felt to hold onto the love they shared, to believe in the possibility of a future together.

"I want to believe you, Seonghwa," Y/N murmured, her voice muffled against his chest. "But I need time... time to heal." Seonghwa nodded, his grip on Y/N tightening ever so slightly as he held her close.

"I understand, Y/N. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you, ready to do whatever it takes to make things right." And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/N knew that their journey back to each other would be long and arduous.

It had been a week now since the incident, a little bit had changed. Seonghwa was good about giving Y/N her space. He had been sleeping on the couch the past few nights to respect her wishes of wanting to be alone. Seonghwa wasn't going to lie, this had been one of the worst weeks of his life. Being so close to the women he loved but having to stay far from her had been a difficult task. Though, he reminds himself that it's what he had been doing the past few months, it's just now, he was conscious of it.

Yesterday had been the last day of finalizing everything for the project he and the team had been working night and day on. As a rewards, he was given a few payed days off, and Seonghwa was going to use them wisely. As he stretched his stiff muscles, a sense of determination filled him, knowing that today was the day he would begin to make things right with Y/N.

With quiet steps, Seonghwa grabbed his coat and keys, intent on making the most of his days off. He had a plan in mind, a way to show Y/N just how much she meant to him and how committed he was to repairing their relationship.

As he stepped out into the crisp morning air, Seonghwa couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within him. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, he was determined to win back Y/N's trust and rebuild the love they had shared.

And as he set off on his journey, Seonghwa knew that with patience, perseverance, and unwavering devotion, anything was possible. For he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right with the woman he loved, to prove to her that their love was worth fighting for, even in the darkest of times.

By the time Y/N woke up and walked into the kitchen, everything was set up. She saw a vase of her favorite flowers sitting on the dining table. Along with them were fresh crepe's from her favorite breakfast spot and a cup of iced coffee. Seonghwa was seated at the table, legs bouncing in anticipation while he waited for her.

"What's this?" She asked, voice still groggy since she'd woken up not too long ago. Seonghwa looked up from the table, a smile lighting up his face as he saw Y/N enter the room. He motioned for her to take a seat, the anticipation evident in his eyes as he waited for her reaction.

"It's breakfast," Seonghwa replied, his voice soft with sincerity. "I thought we could start the day off right, together."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the spread before her, the aroma of fresh crepes and coffee filling the air. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in her chest at the thoughtfulness of Seonghwa's gesture, the love and effort he had put into making her feel special.

"Oh, Seonghwa," Y/N breathed, her voice filled with emotion as she moved to sit across from him at the table. "This is... this is so sweet."

Seonghwa's smile widened at Y/N's reaction, his heart swelling with happiness at the sight of her appreciating his efforts. He reached across the table to take her hand in his, his gaze locking with hers in silent understanding.

"I know I haven't been the best lately, Y/N," Seonghwa began, his voice filled with sincerity. "But I want you to know that I'm committed to making things right, to proving to you how much you mean to me. I love you more than words can say, and I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and rebuild our relationship."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat at Seonghwa's heartfelt words, her eyes brimming with tears at the depth of his sincerity. She squeezed his hand gently, a silent affirmation of her love and forgiveness. "I love you too, Seonghwa," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Let's take it one step at a time, together."

Seonghwa's heart swelled with gratitude and relief as he listened to Y/N's words, the weight of her forgiveness lifting the burden of guilt from his shoulders. He squeezed her hand gently, his gaze softening with love and appreciation as he leaned forward to press a tender kiss to her forehead.

"Are you fucking kidding me Seonghwa, again. This happened AGAIN." Y/N stormed off into the bedroom, hands tangled in her hair as she tried to not lash out at him. Seonghwa remained in the apartment doorway, head hung low in regret. It had now been a month since their last dispute. Tonight, they were supposed to meet Y/N and his friends at an arcade and bar to celebrate someone's promotion. But, of course, Seonghwa was a no call no show.

Seonghwa's heart sank as he watched Y/N storm off into the bedroom, her words ringing in his ears like a painful echo of his own failures. He knew he had messed up again, that his repeated absences and broken promises had pushed Y/N to her breaking point. He stood there in the doorway, his shoulders slumped with the weight of his own guilt and regret. How many times could he apologize, how many promises could he make before they became meaningless?

Slowly, Seonghwa made his way to the bedroom, steeling himself for the confrontation that awaited him. He found Y/N sitting on the edge of the bed, her back turned to him as she stared blankly at the wall.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Seonghwa murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I messed up, again. I don't have any excuses, I just... I lost track of time, I lost sight of what's important. But please, believe me when I say that I never meant to hurt you. I love you, more than anything in this world, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

Y/N remained silent, her fists clenched at her sides as she struggled to contain her anger and frustration. She wanted to believe Seonghwa, wanted to believe that he was capable of change, but the wounds of his repeated betrayals ran deep.

"It's not just about tonight, Seonghwa," Y/N finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's about all the times you've let me down, all the broken promises and empty apologies. I don't know how much more of this I can take." Seonghwa's heart clenched at Y/N's words, the fear of losing her threatening to consume him. He knelt before her, his eyes pleading for another chance, for one more opportunity to prove himself worthy of her love.

"Please, Y/N," Seonghwa begged, his voice trembling with emotion. "Give me one more chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes, I'll change, I'll be better. Just please... don't give up on us."

Y/N's heart ached as she looked into Seonghwa's pleading eyes, torn between the love she still felt for him and the pain of his repeated betrayals. She could see the sincerity in his gaze, the desperation in his voice, and a part of her wanted to believe that he was capable of change.

But the wounds of his broken promises ran deep, and she couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of her mind. How many times could she forgive him, how many chances could she give before she lost herself entirely?

"I don't know, Seonghwa," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I want to believe you, I really do. But I don't know if I can keep going through this cycle of hurt and disappointment." Seonghwa's heart sank at Y/N's words, the weight of her uncertainty crushing him like a tidal wave. He had hoped that this time would be different, that his words would be enough to convince her of his sincerity. But he knew that actions spoke louder than words, and he had seen how much this had hurt her the last time.

Seonghwa knew what needed to happen, quite frankly both of them did. But he knew why it hadn't been brought up yet, why it had never been suggested. They loved each other too much, he knew that Y/N would never bring it up because she'll give him the benefit of the doubt no matter what. Now it was time to make a decision, and it's one that he knew he had to make himself.

Slowly, he sat by Y/N. Seonghwa felt the weight of the silence pressing in around them, suffocating him with the weight of their unresolved emotions. He couldn't bear to see Y/N in such pain, couldn't bear the thought of losing her, but he knew that their relationship couldn't continue like this.

Taking a deep breath, Seonghwa reached out to gently take Y/N's hand in his, his touch a silent reassurance of his love and support. He knew what needed to be done, knew that it would be the hardest decision he would ever have to make, but he also knew that it was the right one for both of them.

"Y/N," Seonghwa began, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "I... I think we need to take a break."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at Seonghwa's words, her heart clenching with a mixture of pain and disbelief. She opened her mouth to protest, to beg him not to leave her, but the words caught in her throat as she saw the resolve in Seonghwa's gaze.

"I know this isn't what you want to hear, and it's not what I want either," Seonghwa continued, his voice thick with emotion. "But I think we both need some time apart to figure things out, to heal from all the hurt and disappointment. I love you, Y/N, more than anything in this world, but I can't keep hurting you like this."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she listened to Seonghwa's words, the pain of his decision piercing her heart like a dagger. She wanted to fight against it, to cling to him and beg him not to leave, but deep down she knew that he was right. Slowly, she nodded, her voice choked with emotion as she whispered, "ok."

And as they sat there, hand in hand, their hearts heavy with sorrow and uncertainty, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the end of their love story, or if it was merely the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with hope and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

Seonghwa squeezed Y/N's hand gently, his heart aching with the pain of their parting but also with the hope of a better future. He leaned forward to press a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment before he reluctantly pulled away.

"I'll always love you, Y/N," Seonghwa murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "No matter what happens, please remember that."

Y/N nodded, her own tears cascading down her cheeks as she watched Seonghwa stand up and make his way towards the door. She wanted to reach out, to beg him to stay, but she knew that this was something they both needed to do.

As the door closed behind Seonghwa, Y/N was left alone with her thoughts, her heart heavy with sorrow but also with a glimmer of hope for the future. She didn't know what lay ahead for them, didn't know if they would ever find their way back to each other, but she was willing to take the chance, to believe in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow.

And as she curled up on the bed, surrounded by the echoes of their love and the memories of happier times, Y/N couldn't help but hold on to that hope, to cling to the belief that someday, somehow, they would find their way back to each other.

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you didn't want to go home because you knew that you'd have to face your sister.

look her in the eyes and see those very lips that yunho kissed and those hands that he probably held on more than one occasions, the wound still too fresh that it all still hurts.

but you didn't think you'd run smack into her before you could even pass the entrance, stopping in your steps immediately with surprised eyes similar to hers, the both of you swallowing down the same time as the air turn an awkward one.

you're about to just walk past her, the day from work leaving you tired and not in the mood for another long conversation about the topic, when your sister musters up the courage to let out a soft, "can we please talk?"

the tone aggravating you more than anything; how she can still sound so sweet and worried after what she's put you through.

you huff and merely roll your eyes, absolutely refusing to look at her although you know it's silly and petty--you being the older one but holding a grudge like no other, so much more less mature than her.

"i don't know what else is there to talk about," you respond, trying your very best to sound annoyed.

but she continues to make you feel worse with an even sweeter tone, "i'm sorry. i really am." and you can already picture the pearls in her eyes and pout on her lips despite still facing the other way.

"i know you like yunho. i do. but..." he's too handsome and charming; too sweet and kind that she also can't help but fall for him. she would never intend to steal him from you if he didn't return the sentiment.

"but he likes you too," you finish for her, something shifting in you that makes you finally look her in the eyes. "i get it. what am i gonna do? you're two grown consenting adults so i'll get over it."

you didn't even think such words could ever come out your mouth, but for the first time sounding surprisingly selfless because maybe talking to san did helped out a little.

there's a silence after that you're sure has marked the end of the topic, striving a step forward when her voice stops you again.

"we're planning on telling mom and dad and yunho's parents over dinner..." she says, delivery timid like she's just the slightest scared of your reaction.

you gulp down the knot, mumbling a dry, "good luck with that." and sliding past her.

you start seeing how truly mundane your life is once the person it used to revolve around is no longer there.

how, it’s a continuous cycle of work and coming home to a big empty house most days and watching reruns of shows until you’re bored out of your mind.

which is how you wind up at a co-worker’s house party, the young woman from the office next to you going by the name of dahyun kindly asking after a conversation with your boss about the paperworks regarding the transfer.

she joined the firm a few months after you but you’ve always known her to be outgoing and a people’s person, recalling the girl’s familiarity with everyone from the floor her second week of work.

it wasn’t like you had anything better to do, so you accepted the invitation and saved the following day for a night of fun, or at least you hoped so.

dahyun had said it’s just gonna be a regular house party; none of that crazy frat bullshit with the chance of someone under 20 attending, so it’s just gonna be chill and relaxing.

fives minutes into your arrival and it’s not too bad but you already find yourself hiding in a corner despite recognizing a few faces from the same working floor.

“if you’re gonna be here, you should at least try and have some fun.”

the familiar sounding voice from behind makes you quirk a brow, barely looking over your shoulder to see, probably the least expected person standing with amusement in his expression.

“seonghwa?” you say in disbelief, your body naturally following your curiosity to stand before him. “the fuck you doing here?”

“attending the party, isn’t that obvious?” he quips, continuing to close the gap before stopping with just enough space.

you scoff and roll your eyes, the sight bringing a smirk onto seonghwa’s lips.

“shut up. you know what i mean.”

“dahyun’s a friend,” he says casually, the answer making you squint.

“seriously? hongjoong and now you?” the complaint rolling off like it’s seonghwa’s fault. you can only cross your arms and sulk.

you can’t even recall the last time you actually saw seonghwa. it must’ve been your graduation or one last coincidental meeting… you don’t remember. it’s been that long.

“yeah, cause you have better things to do?” he pokes fun at the very obvious fact you came alone. “where’s that jeong boy? you know, the one that always got you on a leash.”

between hongjoong and seonghwa, seonghwa’s always been the more calm and level-headed of the two; being the voice of reason when you and hongjoong would lose it.

but on the occasion when he’d just let it go and be snarky, seonghwa could really pull a nerve.

“is that all people associate me with?” you have the audacity to click your tongue in annoyance and scoff like you didn’t do it to yourself.

seonghwa snickers.

“oh i’m sorry. it was just my most recent memory of you,” he says cheekily. voice calm but you know there’s hidden animosity underneath.

he never explicitly said whose side he took, but it was obvious from how he treated you the same as hongjoong did. it only made sense because they’ve known each other before you even came along.

you never fault him, knowing it mostly had to do with your own fuck-ups.

“hmm,” you hum, tone setting into the same sarcastic and dry one he has. “well, it’s nice catching up and all but i don't feel like reminiscing. the past, so if you’ll excuse me.”

because you can admit your wrongdoings and also be both embarrassed about it, attempting to brush past him when his speaking voice stops you in track.

“hey, i was just trying to find something to talk about after all these years,” he says, half chuckling and staring at you from the opposite side now that you’ve managed to make it past him.

you snicker lowly.

“what?” you quirk a corner of your lips, continuing with amusement in your voice, “then you’re gonna say sorry? or expect me to?”

he shrugs.

"that's your choice."

but his body language now shifting, that playful look no longer in his eyes or tone, it's almost scary how fast it happened.

the next few seconds is a silent stare off, the only sound is the party music in the background and the slight beating of your heart at the ominous delivery.

"i'm not asking for an apology or whatever. frankly, it wasn't even my problem, but i'm just saying... your life would be a lot easier if you know how to say sorry for once."

seonghwa thinks you have too much pride; the same thing you believe to be keeping you intact is gonna be your ultimate downfall because even when you're clearly wrong or you know you're wrong, you never say it.

you're one to keep it bubbled inside and carry the guilt just because you think you should be unbreakable at all times. it's such an unrealistic standard you've set for yourself.

you raise a brow at that, tilting your head in confusion.

"i know how to say sorry," you tell him sternly, attempting to convince him as much as you are to yourself.

“i’m uhm… i’m sorry,” you utter lowly, sounding and appearing ashamed by the way your fingers fiddle with each other at your front, san almost can’t believe it.

“pardon?”

“i’m sorry, about this morning.”

it's beyond comprehension how san must've been the first person you've genuinely apologized to after going so many years of the word kept to yourself.

it must've been the absolute humiliation and loneliness that day that really got to you, breaking you down until you were so vulnerable with nothing but the choice to fold in front of the one person you felt you could still confide in.

san being that person is also beyond what you can explain.

but seonghwa only merely puffs and crosses his arms.

"i just think it would be great if we could be friends again one day," he says, the ominous dropping and voice turning soft and reminiscing again that it makes your eyes go wide before you see a smile turn up on his lips.

"if you ever want to reach out to me or hongjoong again, you know how to find us."

he leaves his last words of the night opened and vague, disappearing off with one last smile before he's out of your sight, leaving you with much to think about--just exactly as he intended.

there's only so much excuses to make or places to be after work just because you don't want to be there for dinner, knowing it's the day both yunho and your sister are gonna tell your parents and his the good news.

know that they're all gonna react with surprise and be so happy for them, erupting in cheers and congratulatory words that the two children they've been rooting for the longest time has finally gotten together.

there really isn't a lot, that you just sucked it up and stayed the few extra hours overtime to make up for all the instances you've slacked off, even starting on work saved for the following day, hoping it's long enough to just miss the dinner.

and just enough it is, you return right as the table's just about to be cleared, the chitters and chatters around loud enough to drown the opening and shutting of the front door with yunho the only one catching your presence standing in the hall.

"they were really happy, yeah..." he says awkwardly, standing before you in the cold chilly air of the backyard.

you really didn't want to talk about it anymore, the subject like beating a dead horse at this point. but yunho had approached you so cautiously and calmly, something genuine in his action that you couldn't say no when he asked to talk for one last time.

"hmm," you merely hum, really not made for comforting or encouraging. most of the anger already dissipated although the hurt's still there, you can't bring yourself to not feel even the slightest happy for him, even if the smallest percentage because you saw the biggest smile ever on him back at dinner.

you contemplate on what to say because yes, you're still hurt and feeling betrayed, but it's not like you can hold it over his head forever. he isn't some stranger you can easily avoid.

he's yunho and you're just gonna have to get over it; not just for his sake but also for yours just so you can feel a little more at peace and move on.

"i'm sorry," he suddenly let out, your head snapping from the ground and to his guilt-ridden eyes.

because though he still stands by what he said, not a single word a lie, the few days apart also allowed him to think outside of the box--especially from your perspective.

how selfish he really was from the start, playing along when he was being dishonest the entire time, and how much pain he could've saved everyone if he hadn't been such a coward.

if he hadn't wanted the best of both worlds and knew he would lose you in some way if you found out how he actually feels.

you have to blink a few times, feeling like a lost puppy under yunho's apologetic gaze because you honestly believe that in comparison, you have so much more to be sorry for.

and as if he could read your mind; your expression speaking for itself because you have a certain look of bafflement or aloofness whenever you feel guilty.

you won't ever say outright that you're wrong, but your body language always gave it out.

it was one of the very first traits he picked up from being around you, having seen it for himself at the starting age of twelve when you pushed a much younger san to his injury and cried--not because you got yelled at by your parents but because you felt bad.

and how distracted you were at the movies the entire time after your fight with hongjoong because you confessed to yunho a few days later that you were being a shitty friend.

you have such a way of dealing with your emotions, he wishes for there to be an outlet for you to deal with them in a healthy and accepting manner.

one that doesn't depend on him or anything else for all the wrong reasons.

"i'm sorry," he says again, eyes now softer but still sincere. "i know i already said this last time but i really got carried away and couldn't finish. but i truly am sorry. i should've told you sooner. i should've never given you any sort of false hope, and i should've just been honest from the start."

he's sure he's out of breath when he finishes, just waiting for you to now say something in return because despite all the ups and downs and shortcomings, you're the one who's been with him through most of his lowest points and he's so grateful for that.

he wouldn't want to lose you over this.

you stay quiet for a few seconds more, a mental battle in your head just so you'll be able to form something coherent when you do speak.

"we both just weren't right for each other," you say, pausing briefly, "in that way... at least."

because yunho hid things from you and you were so in your head you were convinced he was in love with you at one point, always looking at everything through a rose-coloured glass but now able to see for yourself once it cracked, just how destined it was to fail from the start.

"sorry," he mumbles, low and head still hanging in shame, you can't help the dry chuckle that falls from your lips.

"you don't have to keep telling me you're sorry. like what i told minjeong: i'll get over it."

he picks his head up from the more cheery tone, the smallest smile forming on your lips that takes him by surprise because of the illusion it gives off; that you were able to come to terms with it so fast, but he knows you and knows it's all just a facade.

nonetheless, he nods, gulping silently to pass a comment.

"i hope you're taking care of yourself."

you smile, turning your back on him and crossing your arms to stare up into the stars in the nightsky who's currently the witness to the end of your 'relationship' with the boy you've loved your whole life.

"i've considered transferring work. it's not set in stone yet, but i did talked to my boss and he said he'd help me look for an opening if i'm interested."

you think it will be good if you can seek your own independence for once, unable to think of a better time than this one.

and though you can't see yunho, you can tell he's intrigued by how his question squeaks slightly when asking.

"where would you be transferring?"

"japan," you answer, once again facing him. "it's different, but close enough where i don't have to feel like i'm halfway across the world. my boss said i have about two months-ish to make up my mind."

plus, japanese is the only other language you're fluent in. the country a similar but new enough experience and the true testimony to how you'll be, away from the grasp of your parents.

"i see," yunho replies, nodding in understanding; so much to say but at the same time unable to say anything. he wouldn't ever want to hear someone he's close to plans on moving away, but he's almost proud of you for taking that next step.

"feel free to call me up any time if you need help," he adds, a soft smile gracing his features that makes the moment so bittersweet. you wish you have the guts to hate yunho, but you really can't after all he's done for you.

you nod lightly, at the same time allowing yourself to enjoy the breeze and calm silence before letting all your guards down.

"yunho..." you call his name almost timidly, the boy responding that immediate second.

"i'm not asking for an apology or whatever. frankly, it wasn't even my problem, but i'm just saying… your life would be a lot easier if you know how to say sorry for once."

"i'm sorry," you finally tell him, to wide and surprised eyes--unsurprisingly.

"i'm sorry for putting so much pressure and baggage on you. i also should've asked about your feelings from the very beginning. i shouldn't have just... assumed."

yunho knows it's the sincerest form of apology without the need to say a lot. from the nervous timbre to the guilt in your eyes, and even the way you start fiddling with your fingers.

he only snickers, much to your initial mixed reaction until you start warming up to it as well, the low but very real giggle leaving you putting a smile on yunho's face.

"apology accepted," he says.

you allow another giggle before cutting it short and looking at him through your blinking lashes.

"if you guys have went to this extent, then i hope you'll treat her right, jeong yunho."

you leave the night at that, a sting in your chest but you know that soon enough, you'll be relieved of it and you won't even think about him anymore.

it's after sitting down for a few minutes that you get a text from san, the funny coincidence that you were just talking about the transfer with your boss as well.

san: yunho told me

san: it's true you're gonna be leaving for japan?

you honestly can't recall how san even got your number. it must've been something you did drunkenly or he must've asked for it from yunho. but for sure, you did not give it to him willingly.

y/n: he really be snitching, huh

san: so it's true ☹️

you roll your eyes and try preventing even the smallest smirk. you haven't seen the man ever since that day and now is when he decides to reach out again.

y/n: maybe 🤷

san: 😔

san: just when we were starting to get along too

y/n: lol. you'll be fine.

shaking your head, you put your phone down to return to work, thinking to yourself there's no way san's actually serious because you're sure even if you did move halfway across the world, he would barely notice you're gone.

ten minutes of silence from your phone and you're also sure he's given up on the act--when your notification buzzes again.

san: ☹️ thought you weren't gonna run away

y/n: i'm not

y/n: i just want to do something different

san: if you say so

san: you free this evening?

y/n: i get off work in about 3 hours

san: wanna do something? 🙂

y/n: well aren't you a changed man 🙃

san: i thought it was nice the other day and i just figured you might need a distraction

you have to admit the fact you were taken aback a little; in a surprisingly good and touching way that san would care about you so much as to consider the after effect of what have happened.

y/n: if you're up for it 🤷 not like i have anything better after work

san: awesome! i'll see you then 😉

it's not everyday that you go waltzing into a guy's place; if at all, actually, because you've ever only graced the presence of the house next door because unlike san, yunho never had the urge to get his own place or be away from the watchful eyes of his parents.

it only takes two knocks in total for the door to come apart with san standing before it, a smile on his face and every body language welcoming.

"that was fast," you comment, walking past him to get inside.

"i was waiting," he says, calm and relaxed. "you took a lot longer than you said you would."

you shrug and plop yourself down on the couch, head snapping his way to reply.

"i had to get out of my work outfit."

he acknowledges it with a nod before seating himself next to you, his phone sitting on the coffee table in front of you gone unnoticed until you see him pick it up.

"what to order?" he scrolls through the delivery app, the same time you quirk a brow.

"stew sounds really good right now," you say.

"soft tofu stew?"

"that's fine. but make it spicy."

you weren't sure what you guys were gonna be doing once you came over, but he had just said to hang out and you thought any form of entertainment was better than none.

"any drinks?" he asks, after placing the order and getting up to walk over to the fridge.

"got any sodas?"

"i got some coke."

"that'll do."

he returns with two bottles, setting it on the table with a smirk stickered on his face, you have to reframe from rolling your eyes.

"what? no alcohol tonight?" he teases, his back falling onto the couch with hands behind his head.

"not in the mood," you reply, straight and simple.

"fair enough," he mumbles.

you let your eyes wander for a few more seconds before asking, "so, what's the plan?"

he gets up to sit straight and look you in the eyes.

"i was thinking a movie, video games, or we can just talk over food."

you hum with straighten lips, nodding and making yourself at home when it's your turn to fall back on the couch.

"anything's fine," you tell him, patting at the material under you and adding, "great couch by the way."

"yeah. it cost a fortune."

"good thing that wasn't a problem," you jab lightheartedly, because you always have wondered what the hell san does all day, besides the very obvious fact that he lives off the wealth of his parents and doesn't have to worry about anything when it comes to money... at least.

"i know what you're thinking," he says, not reactive of any kind.

"no but seriously, what do you do all day?" you ask, genuinely curious and interested this time.

he just quirks his lips, responding in the most lax tone, "enjoying life and doing what anyone in their 20s would?"

you scoff and shake your head.

you really do wish to be as untroubled and carefree as san is. the way he deals with and confronts everything as if there isn't a single thing to lose.

“it definitely bothered me at first, but i didn’t see why i should be losing sleep over it. me and yunho are two very different people after all who does our own things. i’m proud of what he’s achieved so far, and he’s always had my back when needed.”

you almost can't help but to have the tiniest respect for him in that regard.

"good to know." you giggle. "but what's the plan after?"

"working on it. but not really in the hurry to rush it or anything."

you nod courtly at that, another sinking thought about how similar, yet different the two of you really are.

growing up, you've never really paid much attention to san, always writing him off as annoying and obnoxious, but when left with no choice but to face him on a deeper level, you can't help but to notice the stark differences despite relating to him more than yunho.

"and you... are you really moving? like forreal?" he says, tone a soft worried that you almost want to believe he would be sad about you leaving... being this adamant and all.

"yeah," you answer, the disappointment befalling his expression completely flying over your radar. "forreal."

"but why?" he pushes.

you shrug, everything about you relaxed--as opposed to the boy standing across as he tries to digest the very big possibility of you going away, and most likely for a long time.

"i told you i wanted to travel."

"that's moving to a whole different country," he states the obvious, much to a laughter from you as the uneasiness on him only becomes more transparent.

you laugh some more, going on to say, "don't tell me you're actually gonna be sad?" your lips forming a frown after to tease him, and for the very first time, you think san might've blushed a little.

he opens his mouth as you watch curiously, but the moment shortly disrupted by the sound of san's phone going off.

"delivery will be here in 10 minutes," he tells you still holding the device in his hand before he tosses it aside.

"i also just want to try being on my own for a while," you bring the topic back into discussion when it seems like he isn't gonna answer the question.

you add, "if i do get moved, it will be on my own accord and everything will be from my own pockets... not my parents or anyone else. boss said i have about two months and i most likely will have to train the replacement but i think it's all gonna be worth it."

you're unable to read into san's reaction, silence filling the air until he finally speaks again.

"if you want to learn to be on your own, why don't you just get a place first? you know, instead of moving across the country. as someone in the current position, it's pretty nice if i say so myself."

your lips draw into a thin line, not because he's wrong but because you've never actually thought of that. you pretty much did just jumped ship into the next big step.

"i've uh... i didn't think of that," you mumble, the words cracking a smile on san's face before a snicker rolls out.

"jesus, y/n. a bit dramatic aren't you?"

"shut up," you hiss.

as the night goes on, any doubts and worries are long forgotten when the chatters with san would go on even after the food's arrival, both chewing and talking at the same time like you're never gonna run out of topics.

the eating soon turns into a search for something to watch while the two of you squabble about anything and everything, forgetting what the hell you're even fighting him about and being surprised you could even get this worked up without the help of alcohol.

and after you're both finally worn out from the long night; the foods on the coffee table now empty and dry and the tv running for far too long, you help clean the place up when it seems he's fallen asleep and quietly make your way out of the condo shortly after.

tuesday 4:32 p.m.

san: how about this one? looks really nice and is kind of close to my place 🙂

san: *attachment*

y/n: that looks way too fancy and expensive

y/n: i just want something that's enough for one person

it's impressive; the fact san even entertained the idea of leaving everything you've already got in mind to settle for something else, but even more so that you're even considering it.

getting a place of your own and learning to live on yourself would be a lot more doable than moving across the sea and away from everyone and everything you've grown up with.

you suppose it's not a bad idea. you're just not sure if it's the right one.

san: you're not gonna find anything if you're gonna be this picky 🙄

y/n: i'm just looking

y/n: if i'm really gonna stay, i'd do the search myself

san: 😢

you don't even realize how san starts weaving into your daily life and just integrating himself into it; whether through small, mindless texts, or bigger ones like actually inviting you out or over to his place (more frequently, at least).

wednesday 1:20 p.m.

san: what time do you finish work today

y/n: i always finish at 6

san: wanna come over? i got a game we can play 🙂

y/n: it better not that stupid truth or dare

san: ☹️

san: it's not

san: it's truth or dare spin the bottle

y/n: 🥱

san won't admit how fast he came at the sound of the first knock, and you also won't admit that despite him looking very much the same, there's something different about him lately.

something you can't pinpoint but it's almost as if he's gotten more attractive somehow even though you've never really cared about any of that.

"did you wear that to work?" he comments on your outfit as you make way past him and settling inside.

"yes," you answer dryly, tone soon overturning. "what? you think i was gonna get pretty?" you smirk.

he shrugs, mumbling a "maybe" that you quietly let pass to take off your shoes.

"wanna see a few places i've looked up?" he beams, going over to the laptop that was on the kitchen counter and running over to you on the couch with it.

"why not," you mumble, scooting closer, shoulder bumping into his nonchalantly.

you watch him scroll through the abundance of luxurious condos alike his, opting to raise your brow and turn to him.

"why are they all high-profile and in gangnam?" you question.

"pfft," he scoffs, facing you head on, standing the closest he's ever been to you in a long while and remarking, "it's not like you can't afford it. come on, y/n."

"i can't." you move away from him. "if i even get a place, it's gonna be with my own savings, not my parents. i definitely can't afford a place like these. can we please look at something a little less flashy?"

he shakes his head and eventually changes the area, but an hour into the search and you're still not satisfied. the prices are either not doable or the layouts and amenities aren't to your heart's content.

"let's continue this another day," you sigh out, throwing your head back and groaning as san chuckles.

"fine," he gives in, shutting the laptop and moving it out of sight. "you're so picky."

"well you got to be. i'm sure you didn't pick this place out in a day," you say at the same time you look around.

on your own, there's no way you'd ever be able to get anything like this.

"and you don't think it's nice?"

"are you kidding?" you say in disbelief. "it's amazing. if i had the money, it might as well be my dream place. but it's okay. i can also settle for much less as long as it accommodates all my needs."

san can't help but laugh, because he thinks you're both the snazziest person he's ever met, but also the most tame, it's a bit uncharacteristic of someone who grew up wealthy all her life.

"fair enough," he says, standing up abruptly to go grab at an empty beer bottle also on the counter which you're sure he most likely prepared for, given his next set of words.

"how about spin the bottle but no dares. we can only ask questions and the person has to answer truthfully." he places it on the coffee table.

you snap to him at that with something uneasy in your eyes, prompting a comment from him.

"you scared?" he tease.

"what? no," you blow.

"then what are we waiting for?" san doesn't hesitate with one of his hands already on the bottle but you have to stop him in the process to ask one more question.

"what kind of questions though?"

it takes him maybe a second for a light smirk to crawl out of him and with a shrug, telling you, "any."

you eye the bottle on the table anxiously as it circles and clinks; not afraid of the idea of the game but more so that you're playing with san and he's gonna ask the wildest shit.

fortunately, san shoots himself in the foot.

"oh fuck, it's me."

it's your turn to smirk, letting out an almost sarcastic, "yeah."

"knock yourself out. i'm an open book."

you roll your eyes because you know he is, which is why trying to come up with something that will even faze him is gonna be a challenge.

"most embarrassing thing you have done at a party?"

he scoffs it off in amusement, like he can't believe you're even asking that.

"i thought you could do worse, y/n. but sure."

he hesitates and hums for a few seconds more before answering, "got high as fuck and almost kissed wooyoung."

a dry snicker actually escapes from your lips at the confession.

"yeah i always suspected you guys had a thing for each other."

"please don't," he says in pure disgust. "i love wooyoung forreal but no amount of high can get me to kiss the man."

you laugh, now actually the one to initiate the spin because you think it can turn out fun. you think.

and thankfully, it's not you that have to answer a question, again.

"wow," san only silently curses the double misfortunate.

"how many people have you slept with?" you blurt, bold and straightforward, san even slightly taken aback.

"don't ask questions that will break your heart."

"tsk." you roll your eyes. "you could sleep with the entire population of earth and i wouldn't give a shit."

"not even the tiniest bit?" he plays on in that voice you hate because it's always when he's trying to flirt with you.

"i'd give the tiniest shit about everyone else because poor them."

"sharp," he retracts, the amusement all over his face. "but to answer your question, maybe eight? ten? to be honest, i've lost count."

"good to know," you reply nonchalantly, nodding for him to spin the bottle this time, but you know it's only so long before your luck eventually runs out, and so it does.

"ha," he says in victory, the top of the bottle pointing at you.

"i'll go easy, don't worry just yet," he teases annoyingly, you almost want to knock your foot into his.

"what did you think of me when we first met?"

you quirk your lips and pretend to think although you already know the answer.

"well, i thought you were gonna be sweet, but that was until i got to actually know you. then you were just annoying and a pervert."

he bursts out in genuine laughter and yeah, you think he's cute and endearing like this but 95% of the time, he's getting on your nerves.

the game continues on with a back and forth of innocent enough questions; just laughing and scoffing off the ridiculousness, and you're starting to think he might spare you, until the next one turns your eyes a dark one.

"what is it about yunho that made you like him so much?"

and again, you've already stated so many times why you like him. his kindness. his attitude. the way he presents himself. the way he treats you. but if you have to pick one.

"it just seems as if he accepted me for who i am. i don't know."

the way the atmosphere shifts is scary; both of the smiles on your lips wiped and replaced by unreadable expressions as san quiets without a reply, you have to be the one to speak again.

"and you... w-why are you helping me?" you ask him.

"huh?" he repeats just so there's no mistake.

"we don't even like each other and i pretty much treat you like shit but you still seem rather concerned about my wellbeing for whatever reason."

it has gotten so silent by now, you can hear san swallowing.

"you're the one who always says you don't like me. i never said i don't like you."

it's your turn to swallow, staring back at him with nervous eyes because you're not sure how to take the statement just now or what exactly he really means.

"i just thought the feeling was mutual," you mumble, shrugging lightly.

"no. i think you just didn't care enough to ask me," he says with a dry chuckle because he's right and even you know it. your mind at the time too occupied with his brother instead.

"so like, you really don't want me to leave?" you take the opportunity to tease him, a tone on you almost unrecognizable that you think even made san a bit nervous and shy.

"you could say that," he talks lowly, on the verge of stuttering. "i've known you almost my whole life."

"and if i did?" you ask, voice turning a more serious one as the words make an etch in san's heart. it hurts to even think of the possibility.

"then i would be really upset."

you watch his eyes and lips go soft, something so genuine and sincere in his response that makes you just freeze up before breaking the tension with a forced snicker.

"you still have some time to change my mind," you encourage, because you wish for there to be bigger reasons to stay so you won't regret the could of, even if san has to be that reason.

some might call it healing, some might call it a rebound if that even applies at all, but san successfully weaves himself into your life like a routine that you're no longer fazed by a morning text or even a goodnight one.

the way he'd just check up on you during work or call during the weekends to ask how you're doing and if you're up for something together.

it's a bit pathetic he's pretty much your only friend (and even that's a reach) at this point, but you genuinely enjoy his company.

he listens well, is fun to be around, and is almost like a life-long friend who's been missing your whole life.

but while those are the ups of being with san, there's also the downs--such as the long list of girls that'd constantly ring his phone or send him a text while the two of you are together, and while that isn't any of your business, that doesn't stop the few doubts that manages to plague your mind.

are you interrupting anything? does it make you a bitch for hanging with him when he has other girls lined up? does all of this even mean anything when you could very much just be one of them?

that maybe even if there's a possibility, you could never fully give and commit yourself to someone like san because it doesn't seem like he's ready to settle for anyone.

he haven't ever had a relationship that lasted more than a few months and you haven't ever known him to have less than two option on the table.

which might be why you were so much more attracted to yunho, because in comparison, yunho seemed like he would give away his heart and soul for just you.

but you know that, though. you knew that's how san is. you shouldn't have expected anything else, but you still can't help but to feel a strange, unfamiliar sense of loathing when he's distracted by another girl.

"i talked to the landlord a few days ago and she said if i wanted to see the apartment for myself, she would be more than happy to show me," you tell san over a late night eat out; the restaurant about to close in an hour but you're sure he's not listening because his head snaps to the text he got just now.

he still attempts to sound like it's the current topic holding his attention, which you have to give him credits for.

"that's good," he shortly says, fingers fast to type something on his phone before pushing it away. "so how many more days left again?"

"about two weeks, give or take," you respond, poking at your fries with the fork.

two weeks before you'll have to make the ultimate choice to leave or stay.

it's been that long, time just flying before your very eyes to the point where yunho's presence lingering around the house for the sole purpose of your sister almost no longer does an effect to you.

"wow. already?"

"yeah."

san offers to pay for the meal and drive you home instead of the usual catching a movie at his place before the actual end of the night and it's not like you're gonna fight him on it.

he's not your boyfriend and he definitely doesn't have any obligations to follow through any routines or whatever, so why are you all of a sudden feeling so tense about it?

tense and bitter that the fact that after he drives you home, there's a likely chance there's gonna be another girl at his place.

you think you're losing it.

you had let yourself indulge more and more into the possibility of staying, which was how you found the place that you could practically call ideal.

though it's only one bedroom, the modern but warm-toned style of the complex as a whole, as well as the location and pretty much everything else is convenient and accommodates all your needs.

when you had finally set a time and meeting with the landlord, you fell in love even harder in person because the second she opened the door to the place, it was like you knew this is it.

you think it can work out. you think you can see a future in this place; in this city still. and you have been much brighter and happier lately, even telling your boss the following day that there's a big chance you're gonna change your mind about the move given time is creeping up.

you had sent a text to san so excited because you want to tell him in person, every day the chance of you actually staying increasing by the second and he had told you he'd be available tomorrow night.

despite the conflicts swirling in your stomach a week ago, san had made up for it by being attentive as usual and making you feel like he really cares about you that the occasional rings and texts not from you were starting to become bearable.

after all, what does he owe you?

you're content with just having someone to talk and share your day with. you think you can live with that.

but you didn't expect nor think that all it'd take for the doubts to settle in again is to actually face the reality of your situation, making your way to san's place as promised and seeing a familiar face on the way in.

long hair and with a frame you've definitely seen before, it's hard to ignore the sensation she manages to conjure by just merely passing you.

“why don’t you ask the one person that would actually know where he is? or are you too good for that, too?”

you squint, confused, until he nods his head another direction and you follow, landing right into the view of the kitchen and to someone you know all too well just from the back.

his hands on some poor girl’s waist and lips running along with hers as her grip tightened at his disheveled hair, his body pressing her forward onto the counter, the both of them making out like there won’t be a tomorrow.

“no thanks,” you dismiss, managing to reframe from an eyeroll, pushing past hongjoong but not before you catch the smirk on him.

it wasn't the first time you saw her with san, because if it was, your body wouldn't have recognized her so easily as if she's a threat, replacing all the excitement and hope with nothing but old and plain insecurities.

then it's as if everything was a mistake.

choosing to stay because of san and with nothing but the hope that it will all work out... instead of going away on your own for some time and learning to really be independent.

your whole life, you've already been nothing but emotionally dependent on someone else, looking to them as a source of support, and you've realized that this time, it isn't any different.

you've just moved from yunho to san... and you didn't even like san for the longest time.

so how long before it will hit you that staying was a mistake; and especially that choosing to stay because of san was gonna be the biggest one of them all.

you have the tendency to catch feelings way too fast, and even if not romantic which you won't admit in this case (even if it might be), you react strongly to it and the feeling is consuming.

because how long before san will leave you the way yunho did?

everything may seem good for now but they will all meet the same ending. and to think of everything in perspective this way, you know you're not meant to stay.

your parents, yunho and your sister, san...

you don't feel ready for any of them currently, your life stuck at a point where you're not moving. and so you just turn back around and head home.

you think long and hard just to be sure this is what you want; then you think of how to tell your boss tomorrow, and about an hour later, you finally get a text from san.

san: you still coming? you said you have something to tell me

y/n: something came up sorry

y/n: i was just gonna tell you that i've made up my mind and i think i'm gonna go to japan

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Chasing Shadows in Water

Part 4

Ex!Mingi x Reader/ Reader x San

Summary: You had the hottest boyfriend in campus, handsome, captain of the swimming team, tall, but when he takes you for granted you decide to take a break from relationships, winter break helps to recover and focus on yourself again, but what happens when a new student shows up as a christmas miracle, you swore not to get distracted by a boy gain, but maybe life is giving you a new chance and things do happen for a reason.

Word count: 1.5 k

Genre: Angst / fluff

¿Did winter break helped? kinda, were you ready to see him? not at all, and it wasn't because you would run into his arms and ask him to get back together, but because of how awkward it will be, you haven't seen him at all since that day, and of course you didn't asked Yunho about him at all, speaking of which...

Yunho and you were in a weird situation, he didn't text you at all, you had 0 to no contact outside of the dance team, and that friendship that was so special to you was completely gone, again, you knew he was his best friend first, but you couldn't help but feel betrayed, it was a lot for you, and the trip back home felt like a whole week, even if you had headphones, all you could think about was how to survive this semester, is not like you could avoid them forever, but at the same time why would you? you did nothing wrong, deep down you knew that, but everyone saw you like the villain who broke a friends heart o who lost a close friend, at some point you thought about quitting the team, but that thought was gone immediately, you weren't gonna give up what you loved to do.

Once you arrived to the apartment you had a moment to breathe and occupy your mind in preparing everything necessary for the semester, including selecting your subjects.

There was a subject that you had avoided for quite some time, and sooner or later you had to face it, maybe instead of being a nightmare you could turn this into an opportunity to distract yourself and take that weight off your shoulders, that's how you decided to make Algebra your bitch (you knew it was gonna be the other way around, but hey, fake it till you make it) and since you were going to have a little more free time from now on thanks to not having a certain distraction around, maybe going to the gym wouldn't be a bad idea, after all the worst that could happen is that you wouldn't like it and you'd stop going, and so it was settled, this semester you would definitely stay busier than usual and little by little you would recover your pace, or you would find a new one, you weren't very sure yet, but the only thing that was certain was that everything would be fine.

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Ok, maybe you didn't hear the first alarm, or the second one …or the third one, but seeing the time definitely woke you up like a hot cup of coffee, and possibly the goal of going to the gym in the morning couldn't be checked out of the box, but you could always go to the gym at night, maybe things happen for a reason, so after getting ready and grabbing your things you headed to campus, the weather was nice, and in a way it made you feel a little more at peace, knowing that you could start from scratch was encouraging and a motivation that you were definitely going to need.

The first classes went on as usual, greeting classmates as always and making casual conversation with them, none of them could be considered close to each other, but being a small group majoring in the administration area had created a comfortable environment, especially when people from other majors shared class with you, it's not like you hated others, but you as a group were a little more reserved with the other students, you usually did projects together and help each other out to study when necessary, mostly because You knew what it was like to work with each other, it could be that you didn't like new things and new experiences, maybe that's why you all were in the same major after all.

As you were walking down the hallway with your classmates to head to the last class, you realized what class was next, but you weren't gonna to let it ruin your good mood, you were never the best in math, it's not like you didn't try, but there were just a lot of things that didn't make sense to you, even when your parents hired a tutor for a while it helped very little, making you almost fail the subject. What upset you the most is how it could be so easy for other people with zero effort, so you tried to sit near your classmates with better grades, maybe that would help a little.

When you entered the classroom it was very evident that the students with whom you were going to share class were majoring in something related to engineering, many of them were distracted in their own world and only a few voices could be heard at the back of the classroom, as your little group went to take a seat you looked around you noticed a boy who was so focused on his notebook that you were almost sure that not even an earthquake could distract him. You could tell at first glance that he had a toned body, broad shoulders, his hair barely surpassed the level of his eyebrows, fierce looking eyes, but what caught your attention the most was how he was pouting slightly while writing, maybe you were so distracted that you didn't realized the teacher entered the classroom until the black-haired boy turned towards the front of the classroom quickly, only then you finish taking your seat so you could pay attention to class, because you were sure you would need it.

By the time class ended your brain was about to explode, to the point where you seriously thought that the gym could wait another day, but after taking a short break in the campus cafeteria you decided to take action once and for all, it's like this how you ended up in the lockers of the women's bathroom, and then it hit you, you really didn't know what to do in a gym, dancing was different, you knew what you could improve and how often you should practice to achieve it, but this was unknown territory, the universe must've heard your prayers when a classmate with whom you had shared a class a few semesters ago entered the locker room, if kindness was a person it would be her.

As soon as she saw you, she greeted you in the warmest way possible and you immediately explained your situation to her, she just laughed at your unnecessary concern and assured you that she was going to be your guide in this. And that's how 30 minutes in you felt like your soul was leaving your body, this girl was crazy, but at the same time she felt sorry for you and let you take a water break for a few minutes.

As you caught your breath near the water jug you saw a familiar face, the boy with fierce eyes was focused on one of the machines a few meters away from you, this time he was wearing a sleeveless shirt and baggy pants, it was a bit hard to believe that it was the same person who was pouting in the classroom wearing a grandpa cardigan.

Maybe you were spacing out a little too much but by the time you came back you realized the boy was done, he was standing in front of the machine while stretching his legs, and just before you looked away he turned to look at you for a few seconds just to smile slightly as a greeting just to return to his business afterwards. Before you could process what happened you saw a pair of big eyes and long eyelashes at the same height as you "hey you did great today, omg, your face is so red right now, i think you should rest, take it easy, even if it was just half an hour you did a really good job, make sure to stretch and drink a lot of water, text me if you plan to come tomorrow or the day after that so i can keep training you, you're my personal project now" and with the cutest laugh you've ever heard she left, moving her ponytail from side to side.

After taking a quick shower and changing clothes you left the locker room, maybe you looked back one last time trying to find the black haired guy without any success only to see your new "gym partner" lifting a bar that was almost her size like it was the easiest thing in the world "jeez, she's insane" and as you were opening the door you heard a voice behind you "Even if she's insane she seems like a great coach, you should keep coming" you immediately turned back to look at the owner of the voice, only to find the black-haired guy about to leave as well, his hand slowly moving to the side of your head just to hold the door in case you let it go so you wouldn't get hurt "Hi, my name is Choi San, i think we have a class together right?"

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Chasing Shadows in Water

Part 3

Ex!Mingi x Reader/ Reader x San

Word count: 903

Genre: Angst / fluff

note: IM BACKKKKKKKK, i had a writer's block for a while, but i hope i can continue with the series bc im super excited for the next parts, hope you enjoy <3

to say he was feeling like shit was an understatement, and yunho could tell right away, Mingi came into the apartment that night as pale as a ghost, when Yunho asked him if he was ok he just nodded and laid on his bed without saying a word, he's known Mingi long enough to know that he was not the best at expressing his feelings and the best thing he could do in this cases was to give him space to process whatever happened to him and wait for him to talk first

"I'm going to the convenience store, you want something?" Yunho asked while picking his wallet and jacket, he could hear mingi moving around in his bed, and before heading out the only thing he could see was his friend (or what seemed like his friend) buried in his sheets.

He knew how dramatic Mingi could be at times, but the thought of you breaking up with him never crossed his mind, he thought that you just had a fight, he could see that coming weeks ago when he himself had to sit and talk with his friend and remind him that yes, he might be new to the dating world and he seemed happy, but dating also comes with responsibilities, after noticing that he was not showing up to your performances claiming that "Y/n said it was fine ,don't worry about it" for more that 3 months in a row and sadly being in the middle of his best friends relationship he constantly heard about how he stood you up for dates, so yeah, he could see this coming in a way.

However, when he came back and saw his friend crying his eyes out like never before he knew that he had to intervene, he sat right beside him trying his best to calm him down and to get him to formulate a complete sentence instead of just mumbling a few words, in that moment he saw his old friend, that was the kid he meet on highschool, insecure, afraid to be alone and the one who would constantly try to be liked by everyone, if you weren't friends he would probably hate you for the state you left his friend in, but knowing the whole situation was way more difficult than just find someone to blame and hate

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after the break up you had to continue with your normal life, what else would you do? the sad thing was that you were feeling good as usual, as if nothing happened before to the point where you felt guilty, didn't you love him that much?, yes, yes you did, but sadly you got used to not being with him after a few months when YOU stoped waiting and YOU stoped asking for attention, it felt like you actually broke up months ago.

That does not mean that it didn't hurt, a few times a day you found yourself checking your phone, waiting for a call at night, or even heading to the pool after class as if it was the most normal thing in the world, you just had to endure one more week before winter break.

things started to get awkward between you and Yunho, you knew you were friends, but he was Mingi's best friend first, and even if you talked about the situation and he made sure to let you know that he understood why you made that choice you couldn't help but feel like he kinda hold grudge against you, which made things even more awkward for the dance team, the two of you being the ones who would bring the team together avoiding each other out of nowhere was hard to watch, that was the longest week of your life, and you felt sorry for your teammates, at some point it felt like this was all your fault, but they didn't knew what you had to go through to take that decision, and even if you enjoyed their company you knew better that telling your relationship problems to everyone

Mingi himself tried to call you a few times but you didn't answer, you knew it was a bad idea and that it would probably make you feel even more guilty.

So as winter break started you took your things and ran away to your home town as if someone was chasing you, thankfully he didn't showed up at your apartment that week, your vulnerable state would've probably betrayed you if he did.

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once you arrived at your parents house you went directly to your bed room and slept for long hours during the whole day, even at night you still felt sleepy enough to continue, even if you had a good relationship with your parents you never told them about mingi or anything related to your love life, so for them their daughter was just exhausted due to this past semester.

You honestly felt like being there all day would affect you even more, but putting you brain on airplane mode did wonders, you even went for walk one morning, it never happened again because you almost froze to death that time, but it felt good knowing that you started to feel even more motivated and well rested every day, and ever since then the guilt started to faint, because why the hell would it be your fault whatever Mingi choose to do.

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Choco mint

Seonghwa x reader

Just a little drabble i had in mind after watching him try the animal crossing chocolates

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"Look what i just bought!" This man with 0% of privacy respect just got into your bedroom as if it were his, to be fair he practically lived in your apartment "i went to the convenience store on my way here and look what they had" and as if his animal crossing character was about to show a bug he showed you a metal box with animal crossing characters "first of all yes, is nice to see you too, i guess" he brush it off and made his way to your bed to sit down as he usually would, the tin box was on his lap while he was trying to open it "And second, what even is that?" pushing your chair away from your desk you faced him and offer to open it, but his ego was even bigger, so you sat in comfortable silence for a whole minute while he was doing his best to open the box.

"you sure you don't need help?" and right after that he was able to remove the lid, revealing a a few tiny pieces of what you assumed was chocolate "it's cute, isn't it?" he took the first piece to put it in your mouth and right after that he took one for himself, being with Seonghwa was always a fun experience, this man's eyebrows had life of their own, he was going through a rollercoaster of emotions for sure "well, im not the biggest fan of chocolate but is nice, you like it?" he was so immersed on which chocolate to choose next that he just nodded and grabbed a green leaf, half way in he just made a gesture of disgust and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows "It's chocomint, why would someone do that?" and when you were about to grab the piece from his hand he moved away "no, don't eat that, i did put it in my mouth" "Park Seonghwa don't you remember how your tongue was down my throat yesterday?" it was so easy to read him, the big eyes, the red face, his lips on a thin line "yes but.." "we've shared fluids in literally so many ways and THIS is where you draw the line?" and without needing to add anything else he gave you the chocolate piece so could finally eat it "actually, i think this one is actually my favorite" "you're disgusting i swear"

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Hi! are u still accepting requests?

i love your badboy wooyoung fic <3, by any chance could you write a Mingi x reader? where they're both dance teachers at summer camp and every one teases them but kinda enemies to lovers thats the main idea, you can add anything u want <3, but i i'm tired of the shy innocent reader i want tension >:(

I’m in love…

Pairing: dance teacher! Mingi x dance teacher! reader (ft. Heesung my love)

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, summer camp au

W.C: 4.8k

Warnings: nothing major, just a story of two person oblivion to each other’s feelings and falling in love after a dance.

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Note: Thanks for reading and reblogging. I appreciate all of your reviews and feel free to text me if you want. Spread love to others, not hate. ngl but my next fic in queue was again angst but I am posting this on @mymoodwriting her suggestion and as I love my bestie too much so I have posted this first.

“Cheers for the winning team ‘Blockbusters’!”

The winner team cheered with the trophy in their leader’s hand and their dance teacher smiling widely with the students surrounding you in a cheering circle. All filling you with thankful and funny words making your smile wider. Afterall, the win they got was only because of you. You were the one who worked hard for the ideas and choreographies to be on the point so that your students could win the competition and then there was the result of the first week dance competition of your team being the winner.

Your youngest student hugged your side and some awed at you as if you were his older sister. You patted his head and urged everyone else to have their snacks provided at the counter as they already were so tired and hungry. The youngest one ran fast with his friend and you laughed looking at them all cheering and joking in their way towards the food counter.

The leader had already handed you the trophy and you stared at it in your hold. Their every achievement always felt like your own and it really feels good every time. Your dream to become a dance trainer at a big training company was slowly being achieved step by step. Small steps from these summer camps to state challenges and then country recognition and then one day, you will be a part of the dance trainer crew of your dream company.

You smiled to yourself and shook your head to dismiss the thoughts. Placing the trophy on the table as you turned around, only to come face to face with the man with folded hands above his buff chest, sleeves of white shirt folded till elbow and a denim bottom and striking the appearance with a black sunglass.

Always extra…but always perfect.

“Aren’t you too happy just for a win in a summer camp competition?” he asked you and walked towards you.

You glanced towards the cafeteria and smiled, “of course, every small thing matters to me. It’s not like if I want to do something big, it can possibly be achieved out of nowhere.”

He scoffed, “it was just a little competition. You haven’t won the state or country ones. Just among the few schools who gathered in this camp.”

“if it’s really nothing then why are you so pissed, Mingi. Work harder. Maybe next time, you gotta smiling in my position.” You smirked in the end.

He swiftly moved the sunglass from the eyes to place it on the head, revealing his droopy eyes and his intimidating aura shining under the fading sunlight. However, he pisses you off every time but still he is always the most handsome dance teacher among the five schools. No wait, Heesung is there too but that one is a one bid flirty player and you can’t act like Ms. Sana who would give a blind eye to his flirty talks and still appreciating his visual and dance moves. Mingi and Heesung’s group always comes the finale ones to compete against each other but this time, your group beat the second group and was the one to compete with Mingi’s.

“Don’t be proud so much. I will surely win next time.” he stated and inserted his thumbs inside the jean’s pockets on both the side. His every moment was being getting noticed by you.

“Let’s see.” You winked at him before turning back to pick up the water bottle. Before you could even get a slight tip of it, someone took the bottle and held it up. You rolled your eyes before going for another but he did the same thing again. You glared and turned to your side.

“What’s your problem?” you exhaled and licked your lips.

“what’s with that attitude, y/n? You know I’m already a part of training agency so as well as Heesung so don’t even think yourself greater than either of us.” His droopy eyes piercing down on you.

You crossed your hands above your chest and huffed in annoyance. You looked over in a distant place, keeping your gaze away from him. He was almost towering over you. You could feel his perfume directly and he was close enough than other times. But to your oblivion, his gaze was fixed on you, eyes scanning every little texture of your face. The tiny details of your make-up less features. Sweats lining your face and he felt an urge to wipe them off. He placed one bottle on the table to his side and offered the other one to you.

“drink it. You’re sweating and maybe thirsty.” He said in a monotonous way.

You squinted your eyes to judge his intention to which he just rolled his eyes, “are you somehow being a kind one, now? It’s very unusual of you.”

“Look y/n. don’t always get on my nerves. I was offering you this because you look like you can fall unconscious of exhaustion anytime. I don’t want to carry this weak body to the infirmary.” He almost rapped the words.

A frown appeared on your face, “weak? Me? Excuse me! but don’t think of me like Sana. I’m not that porcelain doll to break with a little push.” You snatched the bottle from his grip.

“then are you a dancing doll, y/n?” he laughed and smirked.

You hissed, “Mingi…”

“At this point, I must believe you both just find a reason to argue so that you can meet with each other. I am not surprised that I could find you guys here when everyone else is inside the main building.” Heesung’s voice coming from the way leading from the ground for physical activities. He was having a cheerful and flirty glint in his eyes.

He popped a chips inside his mouth and offered you one. You raised your hand to take it but the piece got taken away by Mingi and Heesung laughed loudly. You forcedly opened the sealed cap of the bottle and glared at both of them before gulping down the bottle, almost choking on it. The grip on the bottle was too tight, the victim of your anger.

“look, tell your friend Mingi not to piss me off everytime he sees me alone anywhere.” you said and started collecting your belongings from the table.

“my friend? Aren’t both of you friend as well?” Heesung asked and chuckled.

“Never!” “What?”

“oh Geez! Calm down. Don’t shout like teenagers. You both really hate each other. Anyways, y/n congratulations for the win. The dance moves and the centre choice were really nice. Your brain is sexy.”

Mingi scoffed and giving him a side eye, you replied to Heesung with a smile, “Thank you so much, Heesung. I’m glad you pointed out the main changes this year unlike someone who couldn’t even utter a simple congratulations to someone. Always a competitive one.”

“come on, Mingi. Kiss her and tell her that you really did love her dance moves. “

“yeah! It will be so nice to see a new couple in this camp.” Sana’s soft and cheerful voice neared you all. You looked over to her direction. She was already staring at Heesung who was glancing in her way. She pout and you shook your head in disbelief.

Them. not only them but other teachers present in the camp, even some older students urge you both every day to get together because according to them,

‘the people who fight on silly things are the real couples.’

How you despise this thought!

you grabbed your things and left the scenario with their eyes following your way. Heesung and Sana laughed but Mingi’s expression was serious, watching your figure intently getting away from the spot. He stepped forward when the other one stopped him and asked him to go with him towards the ground. He glanced towards your way but nodded to him and walked away.

He might be the one pissed you today but generally that was not his intention.

Usually, the camps last for eight weeks for your school and same goes for the other schools present there as well but this time, it would be more than just eight weeks and you had to meet him more than usual. You groaned at the thought before plopping on the bed. The dance competition held was in the first week of the camp and there would be many other activities and competitions everyday and even if there’s respective teachers but you can’t just be free from any schedules as you need to be the assistant in some activities.

Every year after you joined this school, you always looked forward to this summer camps because in your childhood, you loved spending your days in summer camp and after joining this school as dance teacher, you got the chance to relive your childhood days again.

But the second year, you came across this particular person while you were cheering for few students who were competing with each other in a particular water activity. Someone stood beside you and boring hole onto your side, you previously brushed off the weird feeling but then when you looked at the person, you caught him staring at you. You furrowed your eyebrows and scanned his face because you never saw him earlier during any other activities and there was no new school or maybe you had forgot the person. Afterall, you were new and still learning many things. You licked your lips and tugged your hairs behind your ear, before sending him a small smile.

“Are you new here?” his voice was heavy and his look was so intimidating that you felt so small in front of him but you stood strong on your spot.

You nodded and replied, “yeah…I joined last year. And you?” you raised your hand for a shake but well he just stared at it. You waited for few seconds but when he didn’t raise his hand, you curled your fingers and retreated your hand by your side, suppressing your annoyance in the fist.

“are you the new dance teacher?” he asked again.

“yes. And you are?” you asked in an unsure tone, didn’t actually feel like he would reply you but surprisingly he did.

“I am the dance teacher from St. Joseph’s ‘Sparkling’ Team. Myself, Mingi.”

Oh great. So this man is a dance teacher like you. Well, his physique and appearance really did give off an idol image and you wont be surprise if he is secretly an idol or a trainee.

You nodded, “y/n, from St. Mary’s ‘Blockbuster’ Team.”

And that’s it. There was an awkward silence between you both followed by the cheers of the students who were splashing water in the enjoyment of their win.

You smiled towards them and clapped your hands, similarly Mingi smiled a bit too but he was staring at you.

The first meeting was usually a friendly one, maybe a not-so-friendly one but you were pretty much sure that the following events occurred after the meet was not in your checklist.

With passing of days, you noticed him more. He was a secretive person and even though he wanted something or wanted to express something, he would rather stay neutral in his expression but will encourage his students with warm and comforting words. Of course, him being the teacher of the opponent team sparked a curiosity inside you to know him better. Oh girl! How wrong you were that it was only you! But something similar thoughts came across his mind as well. Oblivion to each other, both of you started to get to know each other.

Starting from asking your colleagues or the close ones in the camps about each other then staring too long than usual and getting caught by each other. Bumping into each other and him blaming you for crossing his path. Well, it was all pretty much okay until you started noticing him around you more. And, people be enjoying such dramas a lot. They even started teasing you that both of you were attracted to each other but oblivion to your feelings.

“what are you doing here?” he asked you and with the tip of his boot, he played with a stone.

“I didn’t know you don’t have eyes to see. Maybe, you don’t have a brain to understand it.” You stifled your laugh and turned around with the mat in your hand.

He picked up the stone and threw in your direction. It hit your calve but it was too small to actually hit you painfully, but when you turned around to glare at him, irritated with his obvious daily mischievous acts, you found him smirking at you.

“I have my eyes on useful things not on these useless stuffs.”

“and, that is?” you raised a brow.

“why will I answer your questions, dancing doll?”

Dancing doll. Gosh, you hate this name the most. Yeah, your friends and colleagues sometimes love to call each other with few nicknames but his nickname, oh wait no no that’s not a nickname. He was literally mocking at you.

“I will turn you into a doll if you don’t stop calling me that name.” you glared and bumped his side before leaving him there.

He smiled to your act and whispered, “my eyes are always on you, doll.”

Whenever you both got to hear those teasing, your first move was to glare at him only to get a bored look from him. But are you really angry or just pretending to be?

Your pretending is not accurate then.

Same thing repeated in every summer. At this point, you were sure to throw him into water if next time, he irritates you again. You previously thought that meeting him was only limited to summer camps. But never expected out of nowhere, he will be in a common friend’s group. Yunho and Wooyoung both were your friends from the dance training club and when Mingi got to know that you are friends with his childhood friends, oh he got a damn excuse to meet you every weekend whenever you all made plans.

You were being caught staring at him a lot. Yunho even once tried to convince you to date his best friend because you were the right one for him and you threatened him that if he ever tried to convince you again then you will beat his ass. Or your usual sentence.

“Yunho, if you are so worried then bestfriends should help each other. Go and marry him.”

But actually deep down, you were freaking out with the thought of you and him together. You were sure on one thing that you did have a crush on him. Maybe not a huge one but almost like that. What about him though?

Oh about him? he might can kidnap you any day to keep you for himself. The way he glares at Heesung whenever he tries to flirt with you or tease you with sweet talks. The intrusive thoughts coming to his minds are dangerous but what can he even do? You are never his. But soon he will make it possible, not maybe apply those thoughts but to make you his.

Next dance competition was in the end of the month and you had already taught them some of it but still some more practices were needed. Meanwhile, the students had some other stuffs to keep them engaged as well, like water activities, group projects, social activities and so on. Your love for water activities led you to have some fun with them as well. You were enjoying with the students in the pool activities when someone splashed into the water. You shielded your eyes with one hand and watched the person. And it reminded you of the first day, you met him.

“wow! The dive was so cool.” A student beside you cheered.

When the person raised his head from the water surface and pushed back his wet hairs. Oh you were losing yourself with the view. His white shirt with top three buttons undone and the water making it teasingly see through and sticking to his tanned skin with the broad chest view. The whistle sound made every student to run out of water and the sudden push made you slip your leg and there was nothing to hold to make you still but to your relief, you didn’t fall. A strong hand around your waist, pulling your side to his front.

“are you okay?”

You nodded and tried to push him away but he pulled you closer with your back pressed to the marble edges of the pool with him too close to your front.

“why are you running away?” he asked you slowly and brushed your hairs out of your face. His every touch hitching your breath and you caught his wrist when it stopped on your cheek.

“why are you doing this?” you asked him in return,

He chuckled, “doing what? Tell me you are not liking this.”

“and if I tell you no, then will your ego be hurt?” you raised a brow.

He smirked, “my ego won’t be hurt because no is not coming out of your pretty lips. It’s either stupid things or fake threats.”

“I swear, Mingi.”

He laughed at your response. But your moment soon got interrupted by Heesung.

“look, I should feel jealous of you to get her like this but as I’m already being aware of your relationship so I will let you have your fun but atleast come out of the water and go to your room. Children might see these unholy things.”

Mingi helped you out of the water and laughed. Why is he suddenly laughing? There was nothing to laugh about his speech.

“look, Heesung. Stop day dreaming about your online stories every time. There is no relationship between us.” You said and glared at them. Heesung snickered and suddenly got a call, before walking away he winked at you. You raised a fist towards him and he shook his head before turning back.

“go and get changed.” You turned your face when you felt his voice too close. He was close, towering over you with his big frame, shielding you from the direct sunlight. You stepped backward and he placed his palm on your lower back and pulled you. You could almost hear your heartbeat in your ears and before you could react to it, his cold lips touched your warm forehead. His slow breaths sent a chill shiver from top of your head to your toe, curling them tightly. His lips murmured to your skin, “I don’t want the dancing doll to fall sick.”

He quickly stepped back and walked away to the ground, leaving you standing there too stunned to even move. You hugged yourself with your towel and went towards your room.

WHY DID HE KISS YOU?

It was already late for your arrival because you were practicing the steps to students on repeat and soon, you all were sitting around the fireplace. That was a free time for everyone and each one was having fun with some jokes or showing off their individual talents. You were so indulged in your thoughts about the afternoon kiss that you didn’t notice someone sat beside you and staring at your side.

He pinched your cheek and pulled you out of your thoughts. Rubbing the stinging area, you looked at him with a frown, “what?”

“Let’s dance.”

“are you serious right now?”

“more than you.”

You chuckled and shook your head, “why? Do you want to show others that even if your team lost last week but you are still the best dancer?”

“maybe something else.”

He replied you too fast and your heart beat increasing with each of his words. The more you were staring at him, the more intense the effect of the kiss was tingling on your forehead. His eyes were hiding a desire, a passion behind those dark orbs, his hooded eyes curtaining away the feelings for you just for a while. Heesung’s voice broke your eye contact with him. Mingi was craving to see your shining eyes looking back at him. He was feeling loved just by your eyes on him.

You swear you would make Heesung mute one day.

“Well Attention everyone. Why don’t we have something interesting?”

Everyone cheered to his announcement. You rolled your eyes already knowing some stupid words coming out of his mouth.

That man be really playing the cupid everytime.

“Let’s welcome our two best dancers Miss Y/N and Dancing king Mingi. Cheers everyone.” He clapped his hand and welcomed you both to the middle. You parted your lips to protest only to see an extended hand in front of you, your eyes followed the hand to his face.

“Mingi…”

“Come on, dancing doll.”

You hesitatingly grabbed his hand and stood up and went to the centre. You were never shy in public but today somehow every stare was making you anxious. Your grip tightened in his hold and his thumb caressed over your palm.

“let’s begin…”

Inception started playing and he was standing to your side but he was facing back to the crowd and you in front. He placed one hand above your chest, hovering over the collar bones and slowly whispered with the song, “I’m in love….” His eyes were on you.

Your wide eyes stared back at him in shock but still managed to change your position to the next step. Now you both were in exact opposite posture. You mouthed the lyrics, “I’m in love…” and looked towards him. He smiled in return. He quickly sat on one of his on the ground and you sat on the raised knee for mimicking the exact steps from the choreography. You swiftly moved to the side and he raised his hand in air and stood up and bringing it back to brush the fingers against his jaw and your breath hitched with the next step. As soon as you both faced each other, his fingers softly leaving feather touches on your cheek before retreating away.

The dance continued with you both doing the exact dance moves from the choreography but in each chorus, you were sure you lip synced the line, ‘I’m in love…’ but he lightly sang the part, ‘I’m gonna chase you..’

In the end when you both ended the dance with staring at each other. Everybody cheered for the strong and clean dance moves. Every one was sure that day that you both are the dancing king and queen of the camp.

But you both were sure with your feelings.

That you both were in love.

“wait, I need to talk to you.” Mingi grabbed your wrist and you were surprised with his sudden move. After the duet dance last week, you ignored him as much as you could but being in the same building it was not much possible and also, when a cupid is roaming around you.

“What?” you glanced at your watch. It was already past ten o’clock and you were heading towards your room.

A group of three teachers laughing and heading towards your direction made him quickly pull you towards the corner and pushed himself along with you inside the room. He signalled you to keep quiet and as soon as the group passed by the door. He sighed in relief.

“was that pull really necessary?”

“No. but to get away from their eyes was.”

“where are we? Whose room is this?” you looked around and was panicking how you entered a stranger’s room until he walked towards the edge of the bed and sat down.

“this is my room. Welcome to my room, dancing doll.”

“Can you please stop calling me that?”

“Maybe…yes…no. Never.”

You folded your hands in front and glared at him, “and can I know why are we here?”

He didn’t reply but ducked his head down and fiddling with his fingers. You waited for him to say something but nothing. He was acting as if you were not even standing just in front of him.

“If you don’t have anything to say, then I’m leaving.” You said and turned back. But his next words made you halted in your steps.

“I’m in love…with you, y/n.”

Did he just confess? You didn’t turn around because even if you wanted to give some savage reply to him, you felt yourself on the verge of lose of words. Nothing came across your mind to reject his confession. Your mind didn’t even think twice to realise if he was joking or teasing you or testing your reaction to it. You gulped and clenched your sweaty palm.

It was because you were in love with him too.

Someone engulfed you in a back hug and you leaned to the touch. You held his hand in front and closed your eyes. You didn’t know how to react, what to say, what to believe and what to feel. But somewhere you felt happy. Happy because the person you love has confessed his love for you.

He inhaled the scent of your shampoo and whispered into your hair, “please say something. Please talk to me, y/n.”

“what do you want to hear?” you said in a low and slow voice.

“anything. Whatever you want to say but please don’t be silent. I want to hear you.”

You gripped his wrist tighter, “Mingi…”

“hmmm” he closed his eyes, his nose intoxicated with your scent and natural smell and your presence in his hold making his heart beat faster than usual and lips murmuring something into your hairs which you couldn’t even decipher.

“I love you, Mingi.”

The words he wanted to listen and he got to listen. He swiftly turned you around and smiled down at you. You never saw him smiling genuinely at you. Well, maybe he smiled like this before but you didn’t notice before. You didn’t think of it like this, the way you were getting lost into the smile.

“Do you really love me?”

You whispered, “more than you can even think of.”

“I love you, Y/n. you cant even imagine how badly I want to have this moment with you. I didn’t even realise this until the dance that day that I was madly in love with you for last two years. It was all about my love for you.”

He kissed your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your forehead and stared at your lips. You nodded but still he hesitated. You placed your hands around his neck and pulled him into the most awaited kiss, raising yourself on your toe to match his level. The kiss of initiating a bond, the blooming of a young love. The lips danced with the swift rhythm matching with each other, the way your body moved accordingly and blending with each other’s move to the song. There was a passionate love in the kiss, like the way you both had passion for dance.

Slowly retreating from the kiss, your heels touched the ground. He again softly pecked on your lips, surprising you. He was drunk with your kiss. You smiled at him, he cupped your cheeks in his warm hands, your fingers wrapped around his wrist.

“Mingi…I didn’t realise my love before that dance as well. Maybe the dance and the song has awakened the feelings inside us.”

“we both have a passion for dance and dance only made us realise our inner thoughts. You don’t know but I am so happy right now that I finally get to call you mine.”

“who said you can call me yours?”

“I said and that’s final. also y/n…congratulations.”

“ for what?” you asked in surprise.

“for the win. It was your first step to join your dream company and I promise you, I will make it happen for you.”

“We will make it happen. Together.” You smiled and he nodded and bend down to peck you again.

You slowly removed his hand from your cheeks and took out your phone to click open your playlist.

“what are you doing?”

You didn’t reply and played a song ‘white love’.

The room filled with the intro of the song and swinging your hands, you knelt down in front of him, “will you have a dance with me, my dancing king?”

“of course, my dancing doll.”

“you were supposed to say queen not that stupid doll.”you whined.

“well you are a doll. My dancing doll.” He grabbed your waist and you both laughed with your bodies swaying with the flow of the music.

Afterall it was both of your dream, every day and every night to be in love with each other.

[Thanks for loving the Wooyoung fic...I hope you liked this one.]

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nevieatiny · 3 months

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Loveleaf Town

Seonghwa x reader

Summary: You thought playing animal crossing with your boyfriend would be a cute experience, however you forgot that is Park SeongHwa who we're talking about, a maniac who will never let you hear the end of it after finding out about your little secret

Word count: 1,148

Genre: Pure fluff

author's note: Hi, for those who are not that familiar with animal crossing, a treasure island is a completely flat island that is filled with dropped items that you can take for free, you can only access this type of islands if you have a nintendo online subscription so some people consider this "cheating"

btw, if you play animal crossing let's be friends and visit each others island <3

Mi nintendo friend code is: SW-6709-7599-7760

and the dream address of my island is : DA-3239-5826-9743

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"why would you put a tree in there" he watched the screen while eating a bag of pop corn and putting his long legs on top of you

"park seonghwa i swear to god, if you keep questioning my design decisions i'll break up with you" at this point he just stared at you while furrowing his brows "you cannot take constructive criticism for sure" this time you pinched the skin of his leg between your fingers, only getting a high pitched yelp in response "i don't go to your ugly island to tell you what to do" "hey, what do you mean ugly?!"

and that's how your live has been lately after finally buying your own nintendo switch, yeah maybe he insisted a little, but after playing animal crossing on your boyfriend's console for a while you got exited to have your own island (and maybe making him cry on mario kart) but Park Seonghwa took this game way too seriously, his island had a perfectly symmetrical street, post lamps perfectly placed, he even had a mini mart and all the colors of the island combined perfectly, on the other hand your island was not as planned as his, some streets ended in weird ways, all the houses were decorated with different colors because for you it had to match with the villagers personality, there were flowers of different colors everywhere and blank spaces due to your lack of planning skills, but you were happy with your little island.

Now, on the other side "i'm just trying to help you, just look, that space is empty, you could make a little pound in there" "it's going to be an arcade" you couldn't see his face because if you did you will smack him for sure this time, but you could imagine due to the groan he let out "y/n, it's like a 4x4 space, how are you gonna fit an arcade in there?" "i'll figure out"

you managed to make him quiet for a few minutes after asking him to bring you a bowl of pop corn as well, he silently watched you re-decorate your room for a while, that's something he usually did, just watched you play as if it was the most fascinating thing on the world, you thought it was cute, after you purchased the game he insisted on connecting it to the tv so he could watch you play for the first time, and ever since that moment he would just seat with you on the couch to play, sometimes he would bring his own console to visit each other's islands or just to play together, you both agreed to just play animal crossing to be on good terms after you almost ripped each others heads playing overcooked the first time, if you thought that Gordon Ramsay was bad, you should meet chef Park Seonghwa.

"wait a minute" oh no, here it comes " that's a seasonal item, how do you have that?" you knew this moment would come sooner o later, maybe you should've tried to be a little bit more modest with your decorations "... are you cheating?" you dropped the controller on the couch while trying to reach his hand "i can explain" he just moved the bowl out of his way, moving his hand away from yours "no, save it, i can't even look at you right now" and after that he stood up, his head hanging low while heading to the bed room "seonghwa wait " you grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you, but he just avoided your gaze, you love this man but sometimes he took situations to a whole new level of drama "no, you're disgusting, i don't want to see you". this time he covered his face with his free hand fake crying "ok, that was too much" "was it?, im sorry love" immediately after that he gave you a soft kiss while grabbing your free hand "but you're still a cheater tho" you rolled your eyes after hearing that, letting your head hang backwards as a child would do while being scolded "hey don't roll your eyes at me" carefully he grabbed your chin to face him "it's just that i don't want to wait for the store items to change every day, i wanted to have cute things" "yes love, but that's part of the game, building your island little by little" this man and his stupid rules " that's boring tho" "don't ever say that again or I will break up with you"

After convincing him of how treasure islands were just a complement of your hard work (and agreeing to wash the dishes after dinner) he asked you on a "date" on his island, grabbing his own console he sat beside you again all giggly and happy "wait, you're not gonna wear that to our date right?" Park seonghwa you're lucky you're handsome and great in bed "what's wrong with my outfit?" you asked, looking at him directly and tilting your head to the side "it's just... y/n you're wearing socks with slippers and a pink safety glasses" yeah maybe it wasn't the most flattering but in your defense you were wearing comfortable clothes to be on your island "please go and change before coming to my island" "ahhh, ok, but i though you would love me no matter how i look" after he picked an outfit for you himself and making a few remarks of how cute your clothes was because it was all "stolen" from a treasure island, you returned to the airport to finally visit him.

He first gave you a tour (again) of his island, showing you the new outside cinema he builded after the last time you payed him a visit, he constantly had to ask you to follow him to show you around because you kept running away, once he got you to sit at the cafe he so well decorated he started to pretend to be a barista to make you a drink, this man was just a little girl playing with barbies a this point "i have a gift for you" you said while dropping an item to the floor " thanks love, i love this flowers, specially because i saw you taking it from my garden" even after that he changed to equip the flower and put it in his hair "ok, this is the real gift" your rolled your eyes, dropping the construction set, when you saw it you immediately thought of your boyfriend "it's not a Lego set, but it kinda looks like one" he seemed genuinely happy with his little gift "awww, thanks love, I feel like when thieves steal jewelry for their girlfriends" "Give it back" he just laughed, kissing the top or your head "actually, i want to build a Lego room so... how do treasure islands work?"

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UPTADE

Hi! thank you for all the love and support, currently i'm working on the next chapter of "Chasing shadows in water" but i've been having ideas here and there for short scenarios like this one in the meantime, believe it or not this man is not my main bias hahahahah

But anyways thank you for all the love you gave to "Mrs. Park?" and i'll continue to write to give you something to read and entertain yourself as i do while reading the work of other authors on this platform.

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nevieatiny · 3 months

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Indigo nights 🌌

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nevieatiny · 4 months

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Omg thank you for taking the time to write this, currently I’m working on a series but it also have a few ideas in mind like this one, thank you for the love and support 💕

Mrs. Park?

Seonghwa x reader

Summary: Maybe there were different ways to help your boyfriend get a refund, but calling him your "husband" made it sound more dramatic, right?

Word count: 1,449

Genre: Pure fluff

You loved your boyfriend more than anything in the world, you really did, however, something that you hated and you mean HATED about him was that sometimes he was way too nice and struggled to speak up for himself.

You've been doing a lot of christmas shopping recently, and because of that he choose the wrong size when he picked a sweater for his mom, he made you promise you would not intervine this time because he was a "grown man who's able to do a refund by himself" so you did try to look around the store in the mean time, however not even the toy section was able to distract you from that feeling of something going wrong or someone being rude to your boyfriend.

you've worked in customer service for several years, you knew all it took was being nice, but at the same time there was people who just hated being there and would mistreat customers just to make them leave, it was ok if someone did that to you, you knew how to defend yourself and speak up, but some people don't.

So after 15 minutes of your boyfriend not coming back you're heading to see how he's doing at the customer service counter, as you approached the only thing you saw was your poor boyfriend tapping his fingers anxiously against the counter, he was all by himself you assumed he was waiting for the customer service rep.

"Before you shush me away" you said as you were approaching him "i just want to see how you're doing so far, i see that no one's here, so i'm guessing great" you patted his but few times before leaning on him, you were waiting for a lame comeback, but all he did was to lean his head on top of yours and let out a long sigh "how do you do this?" "was it that bad?" that's when he took his phone out looking at the time "she's been gone for more than 10 minutes", you didn't knew how to feel, at first you felt bad for him, he seemed almost sad about it, but after that it was pure rage, why would they do that, you get that christmas and new year could be the toughest time of the year for anyone on customer service, it was 11 am but the place was literally empty.

"Do you want me to take over?" you asked while running your fingers through his hair "i really thought i could do this by myself this time" "yeah but to be fair you choose to do this before christmas, everyone is miserable by now and they just want to go home, most likely they would have to work during christmas, that's not an excuse tho" as you were talking to him you saw a young girl approaching, she might not even be 20, she had a frown on her face and rolled her eyes when she saw you, and at that moment you knew what you were dealing with.

"theres nothing we can you because you bought this 2 weeks ago" she threw the sweater and the receipt on the counter not even looking at you, and before your boyfriend took the clothing piece (most likely as a defeat to just leave right after) you spoke "that literally does not make any sense, when we bought that they said we had a month to get a refund if we keep the receipt" she looked at you for a few seconds before trying to respond before you cut her off "you made my husband wait for 10 minutes just to come up with a stupid excuse to make him leave" Seonghwa looked at you with a surprised expression, he knew what you were doing, but that didn't stopped his heart from beating faster and faster, he took a deep breath to calm himself while he pretended to straighten his clothes with his hands, for a moment he looked down at your hand and he thought about grabbing it, but then he remembered you were kinda busy trying to do what he was not able to.

Maybe you were raising your voice too much because a few seconds later an older man dressed in a expensive suit joined her behind the counter "'I'm sorry ma'am, how can i help you today?" this time your boyfriend spoke behind you, giving him the garment "i'm just trying to get a refund, i choose the wrong size" you knew Seonghwa usually avoided conflicts, but the fact that she let him just waiting like a fool standing there just fueled you anger "My husband kindly came here asking for a refund and your employee left him here waiting for 10 minutes, she went i don't know were and came back with a lame excuse to make him leave, this is unacceptable, do you let your employees treat people like that?, what if he was an elder who had no idea what to do just trying to get a gift for his loved ones?" that's when you felt Seonghwa's hand on your waist gently bringing you closer to him "I'm so sorry to hear that ma'am, and i do apologize for the inconvenience" at this point the girl was standing beside him with her arms crossed "maybe she meant to say that we can give you a refund or you can choose the right size of the same sweater you choose before" he just looked back at the girl with a forced smile, hoping she would not make the situation worst, when she didn't respond you just looked back at him "don't worry, you don't have to apologize, but it's up to my husband" the man behind you passed the last 5 minutes daydreaming, he already had a venue in mind, he was thinking whether the cake should be a classic white cake or maybe he would ask you to let him have a Star Wars themed cake, after that you could go to New Zealand as you've always planned for your honeymoon, or maybe Paris?, no, you've always wanted to go to New Zealand, and since he is for sure insisting on the Star Wars themed wedding that's the least he can do for you, or maybe a lego cake? that would be new, his friends would definitely envy him for that.

"Babe" That's when he realized the three of you were looking at him so you had to repeat the question for him "i think we can pick the right size this time" "of course Sir, that's a great idea, we can wrap it as gift for you as well" the older man looked at the girl this time and asked her to go and get the sweater for you, he didn't had to but when she rolled her eyes you decided she could use a few extra steps "Can you show me your ID to process it on the system please Sir?" your boyfriend seemed off, in the clumsiest way possible he took out his wallet to show his id.

After just a few minutes the employee gave you the gift wrapped up and ready along with your receipt "Again i'm so sorry for the inconvenience Mr. and Mrs. Park, and happy holidays" your boyfriend took the gift and quietly bowed at them before wishing them happy holidays as well, at this point the "Husband" thing was long forgotten to you, but as the two of you walked out of the store you saw your boyfriend looking at the gift as if it was the most interesting thing in the world "you ok?" there were a few seconds of silence before he spoke " I've always feared that you would beat me up to ask you to marry me, but i never thought you would do it in a department store" that's when it hit you, you didn't even asked him if it was ok "i'm sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable, i just thought it sounded more serious, i think i got carried away" "it's okay, you look hot when you're mad" even after developing the ability of have a verbal fight without crying and thinking that you were in control of your emotions this man never failed to make you a blushing mess with the most simple things "aawww, are you blushing right now Mrs Park?" you looked at him clearly not knowing how to react, smiling and frowning at the same time, this action only made Seonghwa kiss you in the middle of the hallway "keep teasing me and next time you would have to call the pizza restaurant yourself"

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Chasing Shadows in Water

Part 2

Ex!Mingi x Reader/ Reader x San

Word count: 2,337

Genre: Angst / fluff

Being the bullied kid growing up was not easy for Mingi, he hardly had any friends, yes some kids would stick around with him after school, but no one would defend him when someone made fun of his weight or his height, that's when he started to see himself as a monster who would never be loved, because how could someone love him like that?

And being from a small town was not helping him either, no matter how good he was at school, or video games or even basketball, he was never good enough, that was till life gave him a second chance and his dad had to move due to work right after middle school, at first it felt like his world was crumbling , what if no one wanted to be his friend? would kids from the city be even more mean to him?

His mom made sure to let him know each and every time that anyone would be lucky to be his friend, and Mingi got his hopes up, getting excited to start all over in a new place, he packed everything on his bedroom, as quick as posible, getting scolded multiple times by his mom on how messy he was while doing it, he even took that bear that was supposed to be donated to charity, his mom knew about it but she just let it pass, she knew her son was just a kid who liked stuffed animals even if he denied it.

Thats how he said his goodbyes to the rest of his family and left to the big city, the new house was big for just 3 people, but he was happy to have a big back yard, he asked his parents to have a pet, but they said that it was a big responsibility and he would barely have time once school begins, maybe that's why he liked your place, it was cozy, big enough for 2 people, and your cat would always lie down on his lap and let him pat his little head.

Mingi decided that this would be a new beginning, and for that he will have to make an effort and change himself, his aunt told him that swimming could help him to get a scholarship later on, so during the summer he took action and asked his mom to join the swimming team nearby, it was kinda expensive but his mom saw how excited and motivated he was, so she couldn't say no.

And that's how it started for Mingi, he started to lose weight and he discover a whole new world when people started praising him for how good he was for the team, during his fist year of highschool he made one good friend, even if he looked diffrent now he was still a really insecure kid, so when a someone asked him to sit with him during lunch he was thrilled, Yunho would never admit it but he knew that it was because he felt bad for him, watching Mingi eat all by himself, but he's glad he did it anyways.

Yunho was friends with everyone, but he never left mingi's side, he even followed Yunho to college and got a scholarship thanks to the swimming team, everything was going great for him, they even shared a room in campus, at some point his mom thought that he was actually in love with Yunho, she never saw her son with a girl before, that was till he meet you.

Mingi was always there for Yunho when he had a dance performance with the school team and when Yunho started to talk about this new friend he made and how they would get along just fine, Mingi actually started to feel a bit jealous, so after the last performance of the semester he was surprised to see a girl standing beside his best friend "Mings come here, this is Y/n, the friend i've telling you about" as soon as you smiled at him he was gone, and how could he not, and when you made a joke about Yunho finally getting a friend who takes the same amount of time for oxygen to reach his head as him he couldn't stop laughing, you were bold and he liked that.

That's when he decided that he wanted to be good enough to be with someone like you, he put more effort on his looks, he carried himself in a different more confident way whenever he was with you, and Yunho started to notice in no time, he was happy actually to finally see his best friend having a romantic interest in someone for the first time since they meet, but he knew Mingi, he knew that he always had a hard time expressing his feelings and sometimes he lacked empathy and common sense, but what could he do when you also showed interest in him, who was he to tell his friend who they could and couldn't be with.

He still remembers that first time you both hang up without Yunho, it was when you asked him to help you pick a few christmas gifts from the mall, when you met he swore that's how high school girls felt in dramas, of course he tried to play it cool, sadly his little act didn't last long because he felt way to comfortable around you.

Picking clothes was definitely his favorite part, even though you always said you hated picking clothes because it was tedious and boring, but when he put an outfit together for you and asked you to have a little fashion show for him you couldn't say no, even after the fifth outfit, you ended up buying a few of the pieces he picked for you and a jacket that he kept eyeing from now and then without him noticing, after coming up with a (lame) excuse of how cold it was he finally gathered enough courage to hold your hand for a few minutes.

"i guess we can call this a date right?" you asked once you sat down at a Starbucks to take a break form shopping, poor man almost choked with his coffe right there, after offering him a sip from your tea and made sure he was fine you couldn't help but laugh " do you plan to kill me or what? is that your christmas wish?" even if he was trying to look mad he couldn't help but smile when he saw you laughing still "i'm sorry bad timing, but don't avoid my question Song Mingi" "First you ask me about this being a date and now you're threatening me with my full name" you took a piece of his chocolate cake and shrug your shoulders "you say that but you're blushing at the same time, make it made sense" before he had a chance to say something else you cut him off "let's take a picture for Yunho " you grabbed his hand, asking him to make a half heart shape in front of your drinks, changing to a thumbs up at the last moment before taking the picture "you're so annoying i swear" you ignored him, sending the picture to Yunho "he already has good grades, what is he even studying do hard for?" after sending the picture you left your phone at the table, taking another bite from his cake, he didn't complain and just pushed his plate gently towards you " well i'm glad he is, i like spending time with you anyways" truth to be told he begged Yunho to stay at the dorm in case you asked him to tag along, to which he laughed and didn't put too much resistance, he didn't had the heart to do it after seeing his friend taking everything out of his closet to find something appropriate to wear "i also like spending time with you, but it feels weird, i think he just tried to come up with an excuse" He was trying so hard to play it cool, so he just grabbed your drink to take a sip again "would it be so bad?, like just you and me sometimes?" you had to look up, meeting his gaze for a few seconds before he looked away "i guess not, we can't bring him along to our dates all the time anyways" "i didn't say this was a date" you took the last bite before pushing the plate towards him again "but i want it to be, so I say this is a date" "Yes, but it's not a proper date y/n" this time he sounded mad, not actually mad but his tone was more serious, cold "a proper date would be me asking you on a date, and going to a nice place, not just casually running some errands" "but i like running errands with you" that comment made his heart hurt a little, maybe he was creating a misunderstanding and you saw his expression soften, you knew Song Mingi and how sometimes he needed to be aware of his tone, even if he was not trying to be mean on purpose "that's not what i meant, i also like to run errands with you or just doing stuff together, or not doing anything at all, but you deserve a proper first date" you rolled your eyes for a second, brushing it off and taking your stuff "where are you going?" "what do you mean "you"? we still need to buy a few gifts"

It was always hard to say goodbye to you, even if you were gonna see each other the next day, he even asked you to visit a few stores as an excuse to spend more time with you, but it was getting late and he knew he had to let you go at some point, so right after saying goodbye yo left a paper bag on his hands "you better use it Song Mingi" and before he could argue you left, leaving him with the jacket he saw on the store.

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It became a habit for him to go to your's and Yunho's performances or for both of you to go to his competitions and grab dinner right after, so when yunho had a family emergency and couldn't go to Mingi's competition you decided to take action, you really liked Mingi, but you also knew he was never gonna take the fist step, deep down you knew it was because of his insecurities even though you made sure to make him feel assured and loved everytime he was with you, so when you showed up with a flower bouquet he felt like crying, that was the first time he ever received flowers "I'm going to be really direct with you, i like you Mingi and i love spending time with you, i don't want to pressure you, i just though i had to tell you how i feel before it was too late, so if y-" and before you knew he was kissing you outside of the indoor pool, so hard that you swore you were about to run out of air " i guess that's a yes" you said after he let you go, his grip still on you waist "yes, i guess you could say that " he smiled before kissing you again, for so long he imagined what would it be like and now that he was experiencing it felt like he was having a dream.

Mingi was ready to put a ring on your finger after 2 weeks, he would pick you up after practice to go to your place, Yunho even said he should just move with you, since you practically lived together, and to be honest he could see this on his future, you and him sharing the same place doing your daily activities, he felt like the most confident man in the would, he managed to pull you up, and he made sure to let everyone know, he even told his mom about you on several occasions, saying that he might take someone home next christmas.

Maybe it was the excitement for a new relationship but he was not scared of skinship at all, hugging you when ever he saw you, grabbing your hand all the time and when the two of you were alone he would make sure to put all his weight on you at least for a few seconds, this man required a lot of attention and assurance, and you gave it to him all the time, expecting the same from him, that's when everything started to go downhill.

You always made sure to let Mingi know that it was ok to let you know that he had practice, and to not feel bad for not being with you all the time, but he took it way too literally, he stoped going to your dance performances, and Yunho assure you that you just needed to ask him to come more often, and you did, on several occasions, but the only thing he said everytime was "i'll try to make it next time" at some point you stopped asking, but you never missed a single competition.

he stopped showing to your dates, calling you an hour later saying that practice took longer than expected and that he was on his way, but after the seventh time you stoped waiting and just head home, you were always the one looking for new places or coming up with date ideas, or any type of plan to go out for a while and spending time with him.

He knew he took you for granted, he was aware of what he was doing, and even after Yunho told him to get his shit togehter before it was too late he did nothing, because how could you possibly break up with him, you were happy with him right?

But how's he going to explain to his mom that he will be going home alone this christmas too.

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Hi happy new year, thank you for the support so far :) i'm really excited for the next few parts, honestly i'm not sure of how many more will be, but i would like to know what do you think about it so far :))))))

see you next year <3

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nevieatiny · 4 months

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Chasing Shadows in Water

Part 1

Ex!Mingi x Reader/ Reader x San

Word count: 1,482

Genre: Angst / fluff

You knew this was gonna happen at some point, yes you still love him, and you love how competitive and goal oriented he is, that was one of the things that made you fall for him, but he was also stubborn, and maybe having laser focus could be a bad thing when you are a mess with your personal life, but still you forgive him each and every time, telling yourself he was not doing it on purpose because every time he apologized it felt sincere. but you had a limit, and you knew better than wasting your twenties and your college life with someone like that.

It's been an hour since you arrived, you've been waiting at the table with the same glass of water, thankfully you have reserved one of the booths, because yes, YOU had to make the reservation for your own anniversary at your favorite place, he would never do that for you, you doubt he would even know how to find the restaurant's phone number by himself.

That's when it hit you, why bother?, you were not happy any more, instead you were a nervous wreck every time you went out thinking "would he make it this time?" "does he remember we were supposed to meet today?" "should i text him? maybe he would think im being intense" you asked for the check, you wanted to get out of there as soon as posible.

You checked your phone once you arrived at your apartment, nothing, absolutely nothing, you thought about going to campus right now, there was only one person who would still be at the pool, but to be honest you were mentally exhausted, and tomorrow could be worst so you decided to distract yourself by cleaning your place, the kitchen and even the bathroom, maybe having a clean place would help you, or at least it wouldn't add to your stress. After feeding your cat and taking a shower you felt tired enough to go to sleep

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The next morning you woke up to a text, you saw his name and internally you hoped it was an excuse, even a lame one would be fine, something that would let you know that he was aware of what happened

💙: morning beautiful, hope you have a great day 😘

If you were still hesitating about you decision, that for sure let you know you were doing the right thing, you got ready for your only class of the day, the whole time you thought over and over about what you were about to say, your arguments, and all his possible answers if he even had the audacity to answer, your poor cat suffered the consequences of your overthinking mind, once you put him back on the couch his hair was all over the place facing different directions, he just looked at you for a few seconds before starting to clean himself, you kissed his forehead quickly to avoid loosing and eye and left the apartment.

You had trouble concentrating during class and it showed, whenever the teacher asked something he would look at you, but your mind was blank, thankfully your classmates wouldn't miss a chance to participate and get more points with the teacher, you hated how it affected you, but after today you swore he was not gonna get in you head anymore, you just had to get this over with.

As you approached the pool you felt your hands sweating, even if you were sure of what you were about to do that does not mean you'll be less worried, standing in front of the door you took a deep breath and for the first time in years you prayed everything would go well

You always hated how humid this place was, of course it would be humid, it was a fucking pool, but it was like entering a sauna at first. There were no voices in the background, only the faint noise of water splashing, it was still early, practice wouldn't be till 4, but there was only one stupidly handsome jerk who would be here at this time.

You saw his towel first waiting on the side of the pool, a Hello kitty towel you bought for him months ago claiming you could have matching towels, you were surprised when you came one day after practice and saw the towel along with those of his colleagues, after you asked him what were their reactions and if he wouldn't be embarrassed he just said "why would i be embarrassed of a gift my girlfriend gave me?, and also i'm the captain of the team, they know better that to make fun of me" stupid Song Mingi, knowing what to say all the fucking time, with his stupid handsome face and his stupid swimmer body and his stupid height.

Maybe you were spacing out way to hard looking at that towel because you didn't hear him coming out of the pool "it must be my birthday if i get to see you this early before practice" you jumped, startled for a few seconds before he bent down covering your whole face with his wet hand before kissing you "you scared me" "were you waiting for someone else then?" he towered over you, reaching for his towel right behind you, he took his swimming cap of, shaking his hair like a wet dog, splashing you in the process "ahh, Mingi you're making me wet" you covered your face in attempt to not ruin you makeup, with a frown on your face you straighten you clothes as if that would dry it off "i know i do" you hit his chest right after that, perhaps stronger than usual "ouch, someone's been working out"

With the towel over his head he sat down grabbing you by the hips, pulling you in the middle of his thighs "i've missed you" a small gentle kiss "don't run away from me okay?" another kiss "i have a special surprise for you next week" he rubbed his thumb across you lips before pulling you gently by the neck, kissing you again slowly this time "next week?" he better not be thinking what you are thinking "yes, our anniversary, don't tell me you forgot" it took all the will power in you not to slap him right there, you closed your eyes trying to compose yourself "Song mingi, our anniversary was yesterday" looking at him directly, not breaking eye contact you saw his eyebrow rise, tilting his head as a lost dog would do, after not getting a response you spoke again "i told you a month ago i had a reservation at that fancy sushi place we like" he looked so lost it actually made you feel bad, but you were not gonna get through this again.

"You're joking right?" that's all he said, maybe the frown on your face made him realize you were not a joking at all "i waited almost an hour and a half for you" "and why didn't you call me?" he can't be serious "because i'm tired, i'm so fucking tired Song Mingi, of having to be responsable for everything in this relationship, of coming up with ideas, making plans, and on top of that being responsable to make you be on time, i shouldn't need to be confirming appointments with my own fucking boyfriend as if i was visiting the doctor" don't cry, don't cry "i feel miserable, instead of being happy to see you i feel anxious all the time, wondering if you'll show up or not, and instead of thinking you feel happy to see me it feels as if you're just checking something off your to-do list. And each and every time you say you're gonna make up for it, but i don't want you to" you made a pause when you felt his grip tighten on your hips, you couldn't read his face at all "I'm sorry" that's it?, no it can't be, but after a few seconds of silence you realized that that was in fact it "I don't need you to be sorry" "but i don't know what else to say, i fucked up but i had practice" he was actually an idiot, you're convinced

"This is not about practice, it's about your poor time management skills and your lack of interest" were you being an asshole, most likely yes, but you had to pat yourself in the back for that one " i don't want you to leave the team, i'm not a jerk, i liked you because of how competitive you're, when you set your mind to it you can accomplish anything, except for our relationship. But don't worry, i'm gonna make life easier for you" "Y/n c'mon, don't do this" he finally stood up, caressing your face " I want to break up"

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Btw, thank you for all the love i've been receiving for my SeongHwa fic, it was my first one because i had that idea for a few weeks, i don't know if i should write again because it came out of no where, if you have any ideas pls let me know, not as a "request" but more so like brain storming to see if something feels ok to write, thanxx

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Who. (4/?) J. Y & S. M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Green, blue and red lights light up the entire place, there´s so much noise you can barely hear Chan and Han over the music, and the smoke machines uncomfortably fill your lungs, but none of that is enough to keep your thoughts away from the ones your heart yearns for.

Yeah, the last couple of weeks had been better, you had stopped drowning in your tears and the insomnia that had accompanied you every night for the last weeks seemed to finally abandon your side, but their presence remained there, stuck to your head, leaching off your pain, as if it was determined to not let you forget. Were they okay? Had they moved on? Did they even care?

Your mind kept going back to simpler times, memories of what once had been the strongest relationship you had ever been in.

The bed was a mess, sheets ruffled next to the TV, clothes were scattered everywhere, pillows laid under your knees so you wouldn’t get hurt while you rode Mingi, hips moving up and down without rhythm, desperate to reach that sweet release, but every single time you were close Yunho grabbed your hips firmly stopping your movements.

“You are not allowed to cum baby, not until Mingi does first.” You tried to focus on the man in front of you, blush covering his cheeks, his mouth was barely opened, small moans and groans kept escaping out of his throat, eyes clouded with pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed every time you went down his cock, lips swollen and pink from all the kissing. Mingi was the most sinful image you had ever seen, and you were desperate to make him feel good.

“Please, please, Yunho, please let me cum.” You threw your head back, licking your lips, your knees were cramping, but stopping would be so much worse, “I’ve been a good girl.”

“No, I don’t care how good it feels, you are not allowed to cum.” His fingers traced a path down your body, caressing and massaging your neck, making their way through your breasts pinching your nipples and twisting them, next was your sternum, your stomach, till they finally ended in your core. Two of them framed Mingi’s cock while he was still inside you. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that, you are barely moving.” He took you by the chin with his other hand, straightening your view, “Don’t you want our Princess to feel good?”

Mingi’s eyes were covered in tears, his breathing heavy and his cheeks strawberry red, his hands grabbing your hips helping you move faster, “Please, love, please make me cum.” You couldn’t resist. No matter how much your thighs were crying, no matter how sore you’d be tomorrow, you were determined.

“Good job, baby. You are such a good girl.” Yunho whispered in your ear, while kissing your shoulders, leaving small bite marks on them.

And not so happy times.

Mingi’s phone was going crazy. Texts and calls from the office kept coming up, distracting him from the task he was currently performing. His head was in between your legs, his lips and tongue messily lapping up at your core, fingers hastily going and out of you; and physically he was there with you, mentally you knew he was only thinking about work. Your fiancé was usually so good at making you come with his mouth, but right now you barely even felt good, his tongue was not good enough knowing he wasn’t there with you.

“Mingi, please, they can wait for a little while.” You begged him, caressing his headlocks, trying to bring him back to you.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just make this quick, I don’t want to piss off Jongho.” He was talking about it as if it was a chore, or another job, that did it for you.

You closed your legs and sat down immediately, pushing him away, “Never mind. Go and take care of whatever it is.” You put on your robe, leaving to go to the bathroom. He didn't even try to stop you.

There, you looked at yourself in the mirror, full-on makeup done, your hair styled and a set of lingerie (you had spent more than an hour trying to figure out how to put it on), you had outdone yourself so one of them would notice you, so one of them would want you like you wanted them, but of course, everything else was more important, more urgent. You felt your relationship hanging by a threat, and they had no clue.

You had been weak a couple of days ago, not being able to sleep, you decided to do something to appease the anxiety that had been running through your veins for hours.

“Hello?” A groggy voice responded from the other side.

You gulped down, already regretting your decision, “Hey, Hongjoong?”

You heard ruffling, and his voice got clearer, “Oh my god Y/n, is that you? Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry. Um… listen, um…” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask, too scared of the way he might react.

“You want to know how they are doing, don't you?”

You stayed quiet, the lump in your throat made it impossible for anything to come out.

“Well, it took almost a week for us to know you had left, neither of them said anything until Jongho went to your apartment wanting to know why Mingi wasn’t answering his phone or showing up to work. But the first time I saw them they were a wreck, the house was a complete mess, both of them sleeping in different rooms, Yunho barely came home and Mingi wouldn’t leave it. They looked so sick I almost didn’t recognize them, pale, heavy eyebags, and the smell, ugh the smell.” He chuckled sadly, shaking his head at the thought, “I had never seen them like that.”

“You must hate me.” You whispered tears threatening to slip out of your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them, you were just so tired of that.

“At first, I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening or why, but they explained everything and I couldn’t blame you. I wasn’t happy to see them like that, but I knew you must not have been any better.”

“Yeah.”

…

“So, how’s Chan been?”

You stuttered not knowing what to say.

“Oh Y/n we’ve been friends since middle school, you think I wouldn't know? Hell, I don’t even know how it hasn’t crossed their mind, you always go back to Chan.”

“Nothing’s going on with him.”

“I never said it was.”

You pulled on the thin skin of your lips, tearing it apart, slowly the taste of iron covered your tongue; your heart was beating a thousand miles per second and you ran out of things to say. Hongjoong kept telling you about them, how things had been in their friend group, and everyone’s reactions, it didn’t do much to soothe your fragile muscle, but at least it was something.

“Sooner or later, you’ll have to face them, Y/n.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

A pair of fingers kept snapping in front of your face, Han called your name repeatedly, “Y/n, Y/n, oh my god Y/n,” Snap, snap, snap, “Jesus, Y/n snap out of it already.”

You shook your head, your eyes focusing on the cherry-checked boy. “I’m sorry, I was thinking about… work.”

His eyes narrowed, looking at you incredulously, “Yeah, sure, whatever you say babe. Chan went to the bar to get us some shots.”

“Great.”

“What's going on with you? An hour ago, you were so excited to go out, and now look at you.”

“It’s nothing Jisung…” He cut you off

“Oh, you can't fool me, Y/n. I know what you are thinking about, who you are thinking about. You need a distraction, something to help you move on.”

“Is not that easy.”

“I know, believe me I know, but maybe a little push will help you.”

“Help as in therapy?”

“Mmm, I was thinking for more like a good fuck.”

Your eyes widened, cheeks burning with shame, “Han, what the fuck?”

“Oh, as if you don’t miss getting dicked down, you went from two dicks to zero in a second, I can’t imagine being that starved.” He giggled taking a sip from his beer.

“I'm not having this conversation with you.” You pushed him away, shaking your head and laughing.

“Right, because you can tell me all about how Yunho’s dick is the biggest you’ve ever had or how Mingi’s head game is so good he almost made you pass out, but this is where you draw the line. Common Y/n, you are not doing anything wrong, you are a gorgeous, single woman, it’s only natural to get back into the game.”

A single woman. You haven’t been one in years. It felt so wrong to think of yourself as one, but it is what it is.

“How about Chan?”

You were taken back, not believing what came out of Jisung’s mouth. “You cannot be serious.”

“Why not? He’s hot, you guys used to do it all the time, it’s not like he’s a stranger.”

“Yeah, back in college, I haven’t looked at Chan in that way in years.”

“You are full of shit. You think I didn't see you back at his apartment? You were practically fucking him with your eyes, he looks good and you know it.”

Your cheeks got impossibly red, making your muscles hurt, “I did not…”

“You did, and that’s okay. Give yourself a chance, love. You never know what might happen.

The thought of actually doing it crossed your mind, could you do it? Could you let yourself into another's arms while someone else was on your mind?

Chan appeared with two handfuls of shot glasses, walking slowly towards your table, “I think I might have overestimated how much we can drink.”

“Oh, this is nothing, remember how much we used to drink back then? I don’t remember half the parties I went to.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Besides, we are older Hannie, I don’t think we can do it.” You said looking at all the alcohol in front of you.

“We can always try.” He said taking his first shot.

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“Han is your husband.”

“Yes Jeong, you were at our wedding against my will. What about it?” Minho’s eyes stayed firm on the road.

“I just can’t help but wonder how such a pure, innocent and gentle soul ended up with the devil?”

Minho grinned, shaking his head, “I like to think we balance each other out.” The car took a turn, “But I could ask you the same thing, what is the human embodiment of a cupcake doing with Dr Jeong biggest asshole in the neurology department Yunho, and well, Mingi.”

“Well, for one I'm not always an asshole,” Yunho chuckled, “and the rest was pure luck I guess.”

“I think she’d beg to differ.” The cat-eyed doctor looked at him for the first time since the ride started, “What happened anyways?

An uncomfortable silence filled the car, Yunho sighed and let his head rest against the car window.

“I got too much into my head, and so did Mingi. Work was killing me, bills began piling up and I couldn’t do much, so I started working double shifts, taking small jobs here and there. Mingi’s clients needed lots of things at the same time, they lost a case, I don’t know, I guess everything got too hectic too quickly. We would leave early in the morning, I wouldn’t come home for days, and Mingi would arrive late at night. We both were so stressed but couldn’t do anything about it, it bottled up.” His voice was cracking up, barely able to continue, “We just never stopped, we never noticed how badly we were neglecting her until it was too late.” He paused, letting out a sob, “One day, I came home, just a quick stop to take a shower and say hi, the second I stepped foot I knew something was wrong. She had taken all her things; her ring was right on the bed.” He shut his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows, remembering the scene, “My whole world came crashing down, Minho. I have never felt so much pain.”

“Yeah, been there done that.”

“What?” Yunho looked at him confused.

“You aren’t the only one who’s a workaholic.” Minho took a deep breath, “Back in college things between Han and me were not so good, we were always fighting, always so hostile and short with each other. I’ll admit it was mostly my fault, school got worse each day, I was struggling to keep my scholarship, my job at the café, Jisung; competing against you the entire time didn’t help.”

“Hey, man you did that to yourself, I showed up the first day of school and I already had a rival, and I’ll admit I liked the competition until you started being a real asshole to me and till this day I have yet to know why you hate me so much. At first, I thought it was because I’m just a better doctor, but…” He said with humour before Lee cut him off.

“You are not a better doctor than me, you dick.” The older doctor said, “I was taking the piss when we were students, it used to motivate me, but I didn’t hate you because of that, I just didn’t like you, but I don’t hate you.”

“Because…”

Minho gulped, was it his place to say it? “Back then…”

“Back then when Chan and Y/n were a thing?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused and shocked, “Wait, you knew about it?”

“Oh, it was obvious, Chan hated us the second he met us, I knew it wasn’t just a coincidence, also your husband tends to spill out his brain when he’s drunk.”

“Yeah, that’s Jisung for you.” He said while shaking his head and smiling, the thought of his drunk husband warmed his heart. “I almost lost him back then. One day, in the middle of a discussion, he told me he was done with my bullshit, he was tired of me taking him for granted and never being there. In the beginning, I thought it was just another argument, and that things would go back to normal in a couple of days, but after a week I knew I was wrong. I felt like an idiot for waiting an entire week, he didn’t want to see me, I tried everything, and even Y/n hated me, it took me months to gain back his trust. There were times when I thought I was just too little, too late, that he would never take me back, and thank god he did, I don’t know what I would have done if he didn’t.”

“Is that why you are helping us?”

“I don’t like you, Yunho, that I’ll admit, but I know you are not a bad guy, neither is the other guy, and I know you love her. I get what’s like to lose yourself and everything you have, in a second.”

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Your hips swayed at the rhythm of the music, you let yourself go and try to forget. You deserve it. Jisung was next to you, dancing drunkenly, giggling and saying a bunch of random stuff you could barely understand. One second you saw him pointing at something behind him and the next one he was gone. You were left alone with Christopher.

“Are you having a good time?” He whispered in your ear, dangerously close to you. When had he gotten so close?

“Yeah, are you?”

“I think I had too many shots.” He giggled. Yeah, he was so drunk.

“Me too.” You laughed along.

You kept dancing next to each other, occasionally getting pushed by the rest of the crown on the dance floor, with every step you came closer, and before you knew it, your chest pressed against his. Slowly move your hips against each other, his hands grabbed your hips, and your head rested against his skin. You didn’t dare look up, you knew what would happen and you didn’t know if you were ready for that, or even if your head was in the right place for that; yet, you still had an itch for it.

And as if Chan was reading your mind, he lifted your chin with his fingers, making you look him straight in the eyes. So many moments and memories flood your mind, blurred scenes of your “relationship” back in college, could you go back to that?

His face came closer, and his lips whispered your name against yours. And once again, you let yourself go.

Everything happened so quickly, that your head could not register what was going on. A hand had grabbed yours, pulling you roughly, making you crash into someone, Chan looked upset and confused. You turned around and saw him, his eyes were furious, you could see his lips moving but didn't understand anything that was coming out of them. Those lips that you had been missing for months, those eyes that appeared in your dreams again and again.

“Yunho?”

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Cold Snap - Part III (Seonghwa x Reader)

Summary: After your not-so-pleasant interactions with Seonghwa, he’s turned a new leaf. But this new leaf is ridiculously awkward and hard to navigate for the two of you, especially with the Park's departure closing in.

Word Count: 6.17k

Genre/Warnings: slice of life, enemies to lovers(?), angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood/injury, unbelievably inaccurate aspects of skiing, chromer cameo lmao, reader and Seonghwa act like losers, absolute lack of care for verb tenses

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any real person mentioned in any way, shape, or form.

After the room service blunder, the chef decides to take the next day off, but not before cooking tomorrow night’s soup. He remakes Grandmother Park’s dish without mushrooms, and then he gets straight to work on the caramelized onion and bread soup with brûléed blue cheese. He stirs and simmers the massive stockpot for hours before tasting it one final time well after midnight.

As he stamps his timecard, he turns to you. “The soup is sitting covered on the stovetop. It’s okay to leave out for the day, and for breakfast, you can put the pre-prepared foods from the storage out.” He pauses before contemplating, “But don’t leave any of the chocolate yogurts out for breakfast, because—”

“I know, I know,” you push him out of the employee’s lounge. “Go home, we can hold down the fort without you for a day.”

The chef fixes the strap of his bag over his shoulder, “Alright, alright, but I’m serious about those yogurts.”

“I know,” you repeat with a smile. “Drive down safely, and get some rest and some well-deserved sleep.”

“Thank you for all of your help. Seriously. Good night, dear,” he says, walking out the front door of the lounge. You see the headlights of his car light up the snowy surroundings of the lodge. His car roars to life, and you watch it disappear down the mountain.

When you can no longer see the light from the chef’s car, you return to the front desk. Already having run the night audit, you grab the scrap sheets of night audit paper that were left over from earlier. You and your canvas bag settle in front of the fireplace, and instead of getting to work, you sit in silence for some time.

The night was nothing short of overwhelming, and your thoughts kept ping-ponging. Seonghwa was jealous. You were full of shit. Seonghwa was planning on complaining to the owners. You were going to lose your job. You weren't going to lose your job. You weren’t going to come back here next year. You were going to come back here next year. Probably.

I definitely should’ve stayed in my room.

Seonghwa’s quiet “Thank you” was ringing through your head. At the very least, the statement ensured that Seonghwa was planning on being just a bit kinder to you for the rest of his stay. Probably.

As the supplies are laid out in front of you, you begin. You opt to use your sketchbook as a surface for the night audit papers. Just the basics for today. No color. No shadows. Just shapes.

For the first time since their stay, you aren’t graced with the young sisters or Seonghwa’s cousin in the late night, so your focus is unshifting and continuous. In the few hours falling snow piles up around the lodge, the thin sheets are covered in cubes, spheres, cylinders, and lines.

Rehashing the basics calms your anxiety about perfecting the grand fireplace. Surely, tonight, you would start and finish drawing it and finally move on to other aspects of the lodge.

An hour before your shift ends, you decide to start with the breakfast instructions the chef had meticulously written out before leaving. Before tackling the list, you turn on the chef’s radio to the jazz channel. A soft piano and saxophone ring into the kitchen. You start with brewing the tea the ladies of the Park party enjoyed. The large pot of water simmers as the light scent of earthy spice fills the kitchen. Next, the oven is set to preheat while you butter the aluminum pans. At the ding, you put in the cranberry orange muffins to cook.

“Good morning!” you turn to see Grandmother Park at the counter outside of the kitchen. She’s dawned in a dark green shawl with her bag at her shoulder.

“Good morning!” you call out. From the simmering pot, you scoop out several ladlefuls of tea into a mug. “Here’s some tea for you. The muffins will be another 20 minutes,” you point to the glowing oven.

“Thank you so much, dear,” she takes the mug and lingers at the counter before taking a seat at the table.

You continue to set up breakfast for the Park family, and soon, the coffee and tea are brewed, the muffins are being kept warm in a chafing dish, the prepped meals are laid out for the Park’s picking.

You take a muffin on a small dish out to Grandmother Park, who’s watching the sun rise from behind the mountains. She thankfully shoots you a smile as you set the muffin down in front of her. You begin to decorate the empty wooden slab with its centerpieces, plates, and mats.

“Are you feeling better?” you ask, setting down a mat.

“Oh, yes. Yesterday was a lot for an old lady like me,” she laughs. She spoons out a piece of the warm muffin, “I’m not young like the rest of the kids, but I’m glad they’re enjoying their time.”

You smile softly, “How was your meal?” You pause. If she had been in the room when Seonghwa opened the door, she definitely must’ve heard your exchange. You didn’t have to know the language to hear the bitterness seeping out from your or Seonghwa’s voice. In the quiet of the morning, you feel your body stiffening at Grandmother Park’s silence. Your shoulders tense, setting another plate down.

“Oh, it was good,” she says, distracted. If Seonghwa won’t report you, she definitely will. Why would she report me? She likes me… I think.

Your mind starts to ping-pong once more, until Grandmother Park speaks up again. “I have a favor to ask.” She hesitates and toys with her fingers. “Can you draw me one more time?”

Your heavy shoulders relax. “Oh,” you set down the last plate. “Of course,” your smile returns.

As the end of your shift nears, you lay out your supplies on the wooden slab. Grandmother Park sits patiently next to you and watches you organize your pencils and paints into groups. She holds another cup of steaming tea in her hands and giddily says, “This is so exciting! You know, I’ve never been drawn before. I’ve had to sit for loads of family portrait photos, but those were never fun like this.”

“This is exciting for me, too,” you admit. “I usually don’t draw people, I felt oddly inspired yesterday.” Grandmother Park looks at you expectedly, and at her gentle expression, you continue, “It’s very hard to get the essence of people right. You have a deep smile and a soft expression, so even if I make the tiniest mistake, like drawing your eyebrows too dark, you’d lose your gentleness. Things like that are very easy to mess up, and I’m very afraid of messing up. Even right now, I think I’m shaking a little bit,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. “But… you looked very happy, and you were trying to make your grandson happy. And the sun was rising, and the radio was playing. It felt too right to let the opportunity pass.” You avoid her eyes and focus your eyes on picking out graphite and color pencils. What are you doing? This is not a therapy session.

Grandmother Park laughs softly, and you look up in surprise. “I guess it’ll be a new experience for both of us, but I’m not worried. I know I’m in good hands.”

You return her smile and begin sketching with a red colored pencil. This time, you’re not in a rush, and you find yourself slowing down to draw the details of her clothing. After sketching out her basic shape, you start filling in the details, beginning with her bear-patterned socks. As you finish lining the wool of her thick skirt and begin on her knit cardigan and shawl, you ask, “Have you finished the gloves?”

“Not yet, but that’s my goal for today,” she fishes around in her wide bag and pulls out one completed glove to show you. “The kids are going to explore the rest of town today, and my legs are already asking for a break. The mister and I will spend the day at the lodge,” she laughs out. The glove is intricately crafted with the intertwined sparkling silver yarn.

“The pattern’s beautiful,” you tell her. She timidly thanks you for your compliment.

The rising sun reflects off the freshly fallen snow and fills the first floor of the lodge with a bright glow. You finish off the drawing with Grandmother Park’s deep smile. You hand her the drawing to look at as you bring back a tiny dish of water from the kitchen for your watercolor. You omit the watercolor pen and opt to use the wooden brushes to fill in the finer details of Grandmother Park’s clothing.

You lay down a wash of cream before you go back in with a darker cream for her cardigan, dark greens for her shawl, a brown for her teddy bear socks, and touches of pinks and reds for her face. In some time, you finish painting the drawing and fan your sketchbook to dry the wet paint.

“Oh, this looks amazing,” Grandmother Park’s legs shake with excitement. “I can’t imagine how long it took you to draw so well. It takes some real skill to make something like this,” she looks at the drawing with admiration in her eyes.

You wave her compliment away, “Well, it’s easy when your model is someone so beautiful.” You pull at the page and rip it from your sketchbook. In doing so, the night audit pages fall free from the back of the sketchbook. You squat down to grab them, and Grandmother Park bends from her chair to grab some sheets close to her.

“Is this the fireplace?” she asks, observing the mess of cubes, spheres, cylinders, and lines.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been struggling to get it down for the past couple of days. I decided I needed to revisit the basics,” you pick up the rest of the sheets. Grandmother Park hums in response as you stand back up.

The day-shift employees rush in through the front door of the lodge at 7:20 am, just as you finish throwing the last of your supplies into your canvas bag. Now halfway through the Park’s stay, the day-shift employees were coming in later, and according to your evening-shift co-worker, leaving earlier. You don’t mind the slightly extended hours, the quiet early mornings are less hectic and let you enjoy the quiet as the sun rises. At their arrival, your shift truly ends and the tiredness of the past several hours settles in.

Before heading up, you turn back to Grandmother Park. She holds the drawing of herself inches from her face and takes in each brushstroke. You jokingly ask, “Did ‘the mister’ want the first drawing to himself?”

Grandmother Park looks up from the drawing and smiles her deep smile, “Oh, no. Seonghwa gushed when he saw it and begged to keep it.” Not catching your confused expression, she continues, “Under his hardened exterior, he’s my sweet, sentimental boy.”

*****

You wake up well before your shift and join the rest of your co-workers to prepare for dinner. The thorough instructions left by the chef are neatly written and easy to follow. The setting sun fills the lodge with a pinkish hue as your evening-shift employee serves drinks to the scattered Parks. You and the day-shift employees are working in the kitchen to prepare the entrée and main course. Now, the radio plays orchestral music as the oven opens and closes every few minutes, and the stockpot of caramelized onion and bread soup with brûléed blue cheese is stirred habitually.

From inside the kitchen, you can hear the Park children laughing at the television while the adults clink their glasses together. Just as all the courses are finished prepping, your evening-shift gathers the Park family to explain the courses for dinner. Everyone steps out of the kitchen to take a small break before serving dinner.

Grandmother Park waves a completed set of sparkling silver cashmere gloves at her husband and is explaining the pattern to him. Your evening-shift co-worker is surrounded by kids begging him to make more paper airplanes. Seonghwa stands, once again, in a corner of the lodge with a glass of red wine. He takes large and quick gulps from the glass.

As you serve yourself a glass of champagne, Seonghwa’s cousin walks up to you with both of her daughters. The toddler chews on a piece of her unsuspecting mother’s hair, while the older shyly holds a box in her hands and stands behind her mother.

You shoot a smile to their mother, before turning to the girls. “I missed you guys last night,” you say to the sisters. At the admission, the older’s eyes sparkle with happiness. “I was so bored,” you add.

“We were properly tired yesterday,” their mother says. She leans in close and whispers, “And ridiculously hungover, too. Keep me away from the wine tonight.” Her confession makes you softly laugh out, and you nod to her. “Anyways, we were in town today, and someone got you a little something,” she nudges the older girl towards you.

She becomes timid once more and holds out a cardboard box wrapped in a silken silver ribbon. “It’s a gift for you,” she keeps her eyes to the floor.

You kneel down to her level and take the box. From across the room, Grandfather Park calls Seonghwa’s cousin to him, and she nods and heads his way after giving you an apologetic glance. Giving her an understanding smile, you turn your attention back to the little girl and tenderly say, “That’s so kind of you, thank you very much.”

“Will you open it?” she eagerly asks.

You smile at her excitement and undo the ribbon on the box. The little girl holds the ribbon as you shake open the cardboard. On a satin fabric sat a dark, hexagon-shaped wooden box slightly larger than your palm. Puzzled, you lift the heavy item out and turn it in your hand. The wood feels smooth and cold to the touch.

“Open it, open it!” the little girl squeaks, her bashfulness gone.

You flip the box open and find a palette of watercolors inside. Your mouth falls slack at the delicate layout. Two panels of pigmented colors pop on the dark wood of the box. On the other side of the hinge is a smooth ceramic dish divided into two to allow for mixing.

“I was going to get you a set with a hundred colors, but Seonghwa Uncle said you can make more than a hundred colors with just eight colors, too!” the little girl jumps in place. “Is that true?”

Still mesmerized by the design of the gift, you answer, “Yes, it’s true… Wait, Seonghwa Uncle?”

“Yeah, Seonghwa Uncle helped me pick it out for you! He said you would like this one better!” she boasts on his behalf.

Your eyes shoot up to her proud face. From behind her, you catch Seonghwa’s eyes focused on you and his niece. And once again, the moment your eyes meet, he turns away.

You quickly look away from him as well and turn to the little girl. You give her a genuine smile and hold up the closed wooden box. “This is truly one of the nicest gifts I’ve ever received. Thank you so much,” you hold your arms open for her, and she jumps into them without hesitation.

“You’re welcome!”

You watch her happily return to her mother, and you place the wooden palette back into the box. You slip away to gently place the box into your canvas bag back in the employee’s lounge and return to the dining area. You avoid Seonghwa’s gaze as best as you can and start prepping the plates for dinner.

After everyone has settled into their seats and dinner has been served, you take your own plate and sit next to your co-worker. You don’t look Seonghwa’s way once as your eyes are downcast on the caramelized onion and bread soup with brûléed blue cheese. Blue cheese? I’ve never had blue cheese. I wonder how it tastes. Tons of people love it, so I should love it, too. The longer something is fermented, the better it is for your body, right? Is cheese fermented or aged? Is there a difference? You try leading your thoughts in every direction but Seonghwa, his unnerving and persistent stare, and his present that’s tucked away in your canvas bag.

You halfheartedly engage in a conversation with your evening-shift co-worker about his unfinished thesis and find yourself downing a few glasses of champagne that keep being graciously refilled by one of your day-shift employees. As you’re downing your final glass for the night, you feel a soft nudge at your ankle.

Next to you, your co-worker continues talking about his bad procrastination habits compared to his wife’s good time-management habits. You look diagonally and find everyone else occupied with their food, their children, or their conversations. From across, Seonghwa speaks up.

“I’m sorry,” he says, slowly and clearly.

Your jarred confusion was surely apparent, and he finds himself clearing his throat and repeating, “For kicking your foot, I’m sorry.”

If you weren’t distracted by the sincerity in his full eyes, you would’ve undoubtedly let out a sarcastic scoff. He is able to apologize after all. But his apology was soft and authentic, and his eyes were deep and round. You swallow the thoughts and repsond, “It’s okay,” just as slowly and clearly, eyes frozen on his. Under his cool elegance, you feel the nervousness his posture was emitting. His shoulders don’t touch the back of the chair, and his head is low.

Suddenly hyper-aware of the crowded table and the conversations coming in from all ends, you look away from Seonghwa and redirect your attention back to your plate. You pull your feet under your chair. The spot where Seonghwa’s foot grazed your ankle feels like it’s on fire. You down the rest of the soup and hurry to hide in the kitchen.

Dinner comes and goes, so does the next day. The chef happily arrives early the next morning and beelines to the kitchen to prepare the menu and meals for the Park’s remaining stay. In fact, the Parks’ approaching departure has all of the employees at the Beyond Zero Ski Lodge in significantly better moods. The day-shift employees arrive well before the start of their shift and help you set the dining area for breakfast. From the kitchen, the chef talks over the radio about a recipe for whipped chocolate yogurt he would be attempting, should the packaged containers run out before the Parks' last day.

You don’t go down to dinner for the next two days. Instead, from your room, you listen to the cacophony of the brutal winds from outside, the boisterous laughter and blend of voices from downstairs, and your incessant feet tapping against the wooden floors of your room. You scamper downstairs well after you hear the click of the Parks’ doors closing. Seonghwa’s cousin and kids don’t come down any more either, having finally adjusted their sleep schedule due to their time at the lodge. You don’t mind the silence, although the wind is noisier than ever.

Instead of the fireplace, you devoted the past two days of your shift to drawing the Parks from memory. You paint the bright coats and backpacks of the kids that are decorated with characters from a cartoon. You draw Seonghwa’s grandmother knitting the silver gloves with a mug of tea at her side. You draw Seonghwa’s cousin eating chocolate yogurt from a fancy bowl. You draw Seonghwa, with his quaffed hair and single strand that hangs over his forehead in all black with a glass of red wine. You draw his slim nose and plush lips. You draw his narrowed, ferocious eyes. Then, you draw his sarcastic, rolling eyes. But his big, apologetic eyes manage to easily fill up a couple of pages.

You use your own palette to color in the sketches. Unable to use the dark wooden palette, it remains deep in your canvas bag next to more failed efforts at the grand fireplace.

Tonight, once again, you head down after the last of the Park family closes the doors to their rooms. On your way down the staircase, you hear the chef in the employee’s lounge. “If one kid wants the yogurt, the rest of the kids want yogurt. I have a feeling the adults are eating them, too,” you hear the chef point out from the employee’s lounge.

You smile to yourself and enter the lounge. You grab your time card and wave to the evening-shift employee and chef.

Your evening-shift employee gives you a smile before responding to the chef, “Can you blame them? If we didn’t have to save it for them, I could’ve made my way through a box by now.”

The chef lets out a gruff laugh and gathers his bag at his shoulders. “Well, it looks like I’ll have to give the homemade recipe a go tomorrow,” he turns to you and adds, “Your dinner’s in the kitchen, dear.”

You thank him as he heads up the staircase to his room. At his exit, you stamp your time card and plop down next to your evening-shift co-worker. “Where’ve you been lately? I feel like I only see you when you’re clocking in,” he says, swiveling his chair towards you.

You let out a quiet sigh and respond, “Oh, just sleeping in. I figure I might as well before classes start, and my sleep schedule goes to total shit.”

“Hm,” he hums. Your legs dangle from the office chair as the both of you sit in silence. The early night is bare of falling snow, but the wind makes its presence known. The warmth of the grand fireplace spreads across the area of the ground floor of the lodge. “The Park boy asked about you,” he said after some time.

Your heart begins beating fast, and you brace your feet onto the knob of a drawer on the front desk. “They’re all Parks,” you jokingly deflect.

“You know which one I meant,” he retorts.

You don’t respond, and instead, sign into the computer and check the tabs for the rooms. The Parks’ checkout date glowed orange to mark its upcoming arrival. “Will everyone be here to clean the lodge after they leave?” you ask.

Your co-worker mimics your sigh and says, “No, not on the day of. We start cleaning the day after, since the next booking doesn’t come in until the 2nd.”

“Oh, that’s nice to know,” you stand and begin heading to the kitchen. “I’ll see you tomorrow, drive down safely!” You rush out and expand your chest to breathe in deeply. To be frank, you didn’t know why you were acting the way you were. Realistically, you should’ve accepted the nice, and probably expensive, palette and apology from Seonghwa and laughed about this. You would’ve pointed a finger at him and sternly told him to never mess with service workers again, and he would’ve held both of his hands up and agreed with you. So why were you being so weird? It doesn’t matter. Dinner, dinner is the objective right now.

You take your microwaved plate to the wooden slab, and your co-worker waves you goodbye soon after and leaves the lodge. The wind accompanies you with your meal as you eat in the warm silence. Later, you settle down in front of the fireplace to draw once more. You ignore its presence and decide to draw your co-worker making paper airplanes. You draw his thin fingers creasing the night audit paper, and the giddy Park children watching him in awe. After a sketch has been made, you continue on to the colors. You paint his neat vest and crooked name tag. You paint the blush on the children’s cheeks. You paint the whoosh of the flying airplanes.

Some hours later, you finish the painting. You stare at the page. It wasn’t half-bad, and for a moment, you entertained the thought of drawing more people seriously in the future. But your gurgling stomach stops your thoughts. Despite the filling meal, you feel hungry. Without aim, you roam the cabinets of the kitchen and stop in front of the fridge. You look at the lone chocolate yogurt cup, sitting in the corner. You take it out and examine the ingredients. Greek yogurt, cacao powder, maple syrup and a combination of preservatives. I probably shouldn’t. But if the chef was going to make homemade chocolate yogurt later that day, then why not? You wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

The chocolate yogurt is devoured in minutes as you rest in the warmth of the fireplace. Okay, I get it. You finish off every last bit and slump down onto the couches again. You take your sketchbook into your lap and flip through the pages of the past couple of days. On impulse, aside from the drawings of Seonghwa, you decide to rip out the rest of Park family’s pictures from your sketchbook. You would try to slip them their way before dinner started tonight. Feeling much better, you stare at the grand fireplace with ambition. Flipping to a clean page, you start lightly laying down a sketch.

Just before 5:00 am, you hear footsteps descending the staircase. You call out to the chef, “I know you said to ration, but we have now, officially, ran out—”

Something clatters to the floor of the lodge, and you turn around to see not the chef, but Seonghwa picking up his ski goggles with his already full hands. He walks towards the fireplace, towards you. He holds all of his ski equipment in a messy pile and tosses it onto the couch across from you. He sits down next to the pile and begins separating his equipment. Silently, he slips on thick socks before getting into his shoes and starts working to strap them shut.

Awkwardly, you sit in silence while he dresses himself.

He apologized. The ball was in your court. How do you accept an apology? Your go-to was to wave the apologies away and move on. You weren’t so sure that method would work with Seonghwa. Your morning-shift co-worker had mentioned that the Parks liked to fill up before they hit the slopes. Food! It would definitely show your appreciation. You clear your throat and sit up from your comfortable position. “Would you like some breakfast before you head out?”

Seonghwa looks up at you after zipping both of his shoes shut. His neutral expression looks unusually soft today. Why are his eyes so pretty? He cranes his neck back to the empty kitchen where the lights were turned off and the wooden slab is clean of its utensils and plates. He turns back to you and says “It’s fine.”

“It doesn’t have to be a hot breakfast. That won’t be made for a while anyways,” you brush off the eraser dust as you stand. “We have pre-packaged muffins and protein bars.” The prepackaged inventory was meant to be used in times of a snow-in or if there was an issue with material delivery, but you suppose no one would realize if a couple of items were gone.

He eyes the ripped pages that are spread across the couch cushions next to you before meeting your eyes and nodding. He pads behind you to the kitchen and waits outside by the counter. You make your way to the pantry that was stocked with prepackaged foods. You eyed the array of breakfast options. There was a large selection of muffins, granola, protein bars, microwavable oatmeal, cereals, and danishes. What does he like? Bananas, honey, strawberries and cream? To be safe, you fill your arms up with a couple of different flavors of each option and carefully walk to the counter. The pile of plastic and cardboard-covered boxes lands in a heap in front of Seonghwa. His eyes comically widen at the selection of food, and a startled chuckle escaped his lips. He clears his throat.

“We’ve got more stuff, but this is the gist of it,” you say, backing away from him. Your hands find your hips, and you nervously chew the inside of your lip as he eyes the overwhelming amount of options in front of him. On top of the pile, a chocolate chip and banana muffin sits in its crinkled wrapping. As if not wanting to disturb the shaky pile, he gently grabs the chocolate chip and banana muffin from the top.

“Thanks,” he says, holding the muffin in his hand. His plush, pink lips form an awkward, tight-lipped smile. You impress yourself with how well you’re able to hold your laughter at Seonghwa expressing his gratitude for the food.

You respond to him with a tight-lipped smile of your own, and this time, you cross your arms over your chest and lean your hips against the kitchen counter. Ha, I’m you! This should get a good laugh out of him. A joke would be a good segway into thanking him for the watercolors and inadvertently accepting his apology. Instead, Seonghwa’s eyes widen and chaotically rake over your form as his cheeks and ears redden. With fleeting eyes, he gives you another guarded smile and chooses to focus on the floor on the way back to the couch.

You shrug to yourself. I’ll thank him over dinner.

You lean over the kitchen counter to watch Seonghwa’s broad back as he puts on his gloves with one hand and holds the opened muffin with the other. By the time you return the prepackaged foods to their own containers and lean over the kitchen counter again, Seonghwa has left.

If this was as good as it was going to get for now, you’d take it. You stay in the kitchen to get a head start on breakfast. You get the tea brewing and coffee filtered. When the chef still hasn’t made it down an hour later, you clear out the dishwasher and put the pots and pans back into place. You take a stack of plates and exit the kitchen to start setting up the wooden slab table. After each plate is set on its mat, you begin to refresh the centerpieces.

The sharp opening of the front door of the lodge startles you. The cold air quickly rushes in, and the grand fireplace dwindles in its presence. Seonghwa stands at the door, eyes narrowed, goggles broken, and the palm of his left hand bleeding. He rips off the glove on his other hand with his teeth as he stomps into the lodge.

You run up to him in concern. “Are you alright?” You cringe at blood from his palm that has left a trail on the wooden floor of the lodge.

“I went on a triple black diamond. I tried to turn above a tree and fell into its well. My goggles broke. I cut my hand trying to collect the broken pieces. It’s fine,” his face remains unreadable.

It was not fine in the slightest. A triple black diamond? You knew there was a double black diamond, but a triple black diamond? Without thinking, you take his unbelievably pretty and cold hand in yours. The warmth from the fireplace grows once more. After confirming that stitches weren’t necessary, you say, “You should wash your hands in the bathroom. We have a first aid kit in the employee’s lounge. I’ll wait for you on the couch.”

He looks at his injured hand that rests in between yours and then at you. His big, round eyes return and you almost think they’re glazed with tears. But Seonghwa simply nods and heads into the ground floor bathroom. As the door closes behind him, you quickly grab the first aid kit from the employee’s lounge and run back to the couches. Seonghwa hasn’t made it out, so you decide to survey the inside of the kit.

The sheer amount of items in the kit are overwhelming. You read through some of the labels, and finally settle on taking out some antibiotic ointment and a disposable package of sterile dressing. You’re eyeing the tablet medication as Seonghwa steps out of the bathroom and sits down on the couch next to you.

Your neck pains at the uncomfortable position you have to be in to look down, so you slip off the couch and kneel down to the floor. Your knees rub against the wooden floors of the lodge. To apologize for grabbing his hand before, you place your hand out for Seonghwa to take. He glances down at you, and the fireplace casts a warm blush on his face. He places his now warmer hand in yours. You take it and put it face-up on his knee, and now, eye-level to you.

You begin to look for any debris that Seonghwa may have missed. There is still blood gathering at the wound, so you reach back into the kit and grab some cotton swabs. At your touch, you feel his form stiffen. Is he holding his breath? His legs began bouncing, and he turned away from you and stared into the fireplace. The cotton absorbs the blood from his gashed palm, and Seonghwa’s lips twitch at the contact.

He was unable to keep still, and you were quickly getting annoyed. The silver chain on his neck glistened as the sun began to rise over the mountain. “You know, for someone who’s favorite color is supposed to be silver, you sure do wear a lot of black,” you say in an attempt to distract him.

His legs stop bouncing, and he tears his focus away from the fire to look at you. “Just because it’s my favorite doesn’t mean I have to wear it all the time,” he responds.

“That’s true, but everything you own is black. At least my scarf and gloves are my favorite color. The only silver thing you’ve got on is that chain,” you refute. You finish cleaning off the excess blood and place the swab on a clean paper towel.

At his silence, you flick your eyes up to see his other hand tracing the chain. “It’s my mother’s,” he finally says.

You hum at him as you grab another clean swab and the antibiotic ointment you had gotten out earlier. You squeeze out the antibiotic ointment onto the swab. This was definitely going to sting. “What’s the pendant?” you ask.

As he begins to respond, you dab the antibiotic over the cut. “It’s an hourglass,” he winces out. He pulls it out from under his clothing. Quickly glancing at it, you continue to apply a thick layer of the ointment. Seonghwa’s other hand tightens around the pendant.

“An hourglass?” you had to keep him talking to distract himself, but more importantly yourself. Tending to a wound was not in the job description. Keeping a steady hand, you finish the application and place a gauze over the cut.

“My parents had matching ones,” he sighs out. He tilts his head back to lean it against the couch, his clutch on the pendant not loosening.

“Oh, yeah?” you’re undeniably distracted and there’s a shakiness in your hands now, but you continue on to open the disposable package of sterile dressing. You stabilize yourself and tell yourself that this would be much more painful for Seonghwa than it would be for you. You hold down the gauze as you wrap the dressing. Seonghwa gasps in a soft breath. Neither of you talk as you continue holding and wrapping.

Finally, you hold the end of the fabric and turn back to the kit to grab some medical tape. “Hold this,” you tell Seonghwa. But you don’t move your hand, and his fingertips touch yours. Your breath hitches, and the fingers he’s touching feel like they’re on fire, just like your ankle from a couple of days ago.

You rip a piece of the tape off and seal the dressing in place. You remove your hands from his and relax against the couch. Seonghwa moves his palm closer to his face and observes the hesitantly wrapped dressing. You turn back to the kit and search for a painkiller. Before you can hand him a small sachet of Tylenol, Seonghwa jumps up from the couch, his knee knocking the side of your head.

You blink stupidly at him as his face contorts into a distressed expression as his hand reaches out to pet your head, but he stops himself and brings it back to his side and instead opts to say, “Sorry. Thank you.”

He speeds to the staircase and skips several steps on his way up. The door to his room closes before the chef can even make it downstairs.

Author's Notes: I always post before I'm actually supposed to lol. But, there's only more part left to Cold Snap! A huge thanks to everyone who's been tuning in every week and leaving comments/reblogging! It means the world to me, much love <3

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