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lvlystars · 28 days

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it's 3:27 in the morning. i just had a dream and i can't stop thinking about how fwb!frat boy!wonwoo coded it would be.

tw: alcohol, mentions of partying drinking, a little suggestive (nothing seriously filthy hehe), just a man that was an asshole, but he doesn't have a word in this bcus fuck him

fwb!frat boy!wonwoo who parties like no tomorrow. gets shitfaced every other day and is frowned upon by a LOT of people of all generations. you would ask him why he drinks and parties so much, and his simple answer to that is just: because it's fun 🤷‍♀️

you would tag along too. you would have fun, party all night with wonwoo, and maybe get a little intimate with him — not even maybe, you WILL somehow get intimate with him, and it's not even just sex. sometimes you guys get back to your apartment, your hushed giggles resonating in the halls as you stumble over to your home, and the minute you manage to open the door, the man is immediately pulling you to your room. he's all over you, peppering little kisses along your neck to get maybe a little giggle out of you, and flops you both onto your bed and cuddles you until the morning.

but just because he always wants to party doesn't mean he urges you to come all the time.

you were just back from a date. your feelings for wonwoo were growing at this point, but you didn't want to act out on them without seeing if he reciprocated, and you were tired of waiting for the signs at this point. so you took it upon yourself to find a date on tinder and see how it went.

to put it short, it went horribly (you've never met such a narcissistic man that checked off every single red-flag trait in the book).

you were so butt hurt by how the date went, you felt pathetic. dating someone was not the big problem here, but you just felt so bad in the moment, it felt like you were never going to find love.

you were so busy wallowing in your sadness that you forgot about how wonwoo had the keys to your home, and how he always picks you up before going out to another party he somehow knows about. but the minute he opens the door and sees your state, the smile on his face drops, and the party is completely erased from his mind as he leans against the wall, looking at you with the softest, concerned look.

one look at him has you immediately rambling about everything that happened, your voice growing thick with sadness as you held back sobs, and this man drops anything and everything to stay with you that entire night, making phone calls about how he can't make it that night.

fwb!frat boy!wonwoo who, despite his reputation of partying like no tomorrow, will drop everything to stay with you for the night if you're not able to make it. he would make you all the drinks you needed, and would order all the comfort food you wanted to help you feel better. acts of service is his form of love, so best believe everything will be done for you as you spend the rest of your night with him.

uhhhh my creation juice kinda ran out here. I'M SORRY.

wc: 504

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lvlystars · 3 months

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23:55 — p.jh

“you know…it’s not that bad, honey.” jihyo reassuringly rubs your arm in an attempt to comfort you as you dejectedly stare at your failed attempt at a birthday cake for your girlfriend. the colour combination was not the best, and the way some parts were piped looked a little larger than others, with little crumbs from the cake within speckled across the outer layer of the frosting.

“but it’s supposed to be perfect.” you sigh, turning away and flopping down onto the couch in your living room as jihyo follows you, gently sitting down beside you as she starts to rub your thigh. “y/n, i don’t care if it’s perfect or not. it was made by you, and that fact alone makes me so happy today.”

you face her with a pout on your face, furrowing your eyebrows as you begrudgingly slip your hand into hers. jihyo reciprocates your touch with a gentle squeeze, smiling down at you before leaning down to peck your cheek. “now get up, i want to take pictures with my cake.” she pats your thigh, urging you to stand up as you groan, shaking your head.

“you want to take a picture with that? you’re insane.” you laugh as you start to lighten up a little, jihyo rolling her eyes at you before sitting in the chair at the table and pulling the cake closer to her self. “come on, take the pictures quickly! my birthday’s gonna end!” she whines, shoving the phone into your hand as she grabs the matchstick and lighting the candle perched atop the cake.

you’re hit with a wave of some kind of nostalgia as you watch jihyo clap her hands while you softly sing ‘happy birthday’ to your girlfriend, jihyo beaming as you end the song. as you start counting to her age, she scowls as she’s reminded of how old she is, faking hurt.

“i’m almost nearing the end of my 20’s, my golden years.” she sniffles as she pretends to wipe tears away. you roll your eyes as you pat her head, picking up a plastic knife and cutting out a piece of the cake before feeding her with it.

you look at her expectantly as she slowly chews the cake, trying to digest the flavour before her eyebrows furrow as if she looked angry, and you chuckle softly as she lets out a hum of satisfaction, nodding before her face morphs into a look of enjoyment. “it’s pretty good! did you make this?” she smiles up at you, astonishment evident on her face. you nod as you smile back, feeling a little bit shy as she continues to eat the cake, humming in satisfaction at every bite.

you’re suddenly met with a single bite of cake in front of you, the spoon hovering expectantly as jihyo looks at you, urging you to take a bite. “eat.” she quips, motioning for you to open your mouth, and you slowly take a bite, chewing as you look back at jihyo’s giddy eyes, her face bright enough to light the entire dimly lit room you both were in. as you focus on the cake, you hum in delight as you nod. “it’s good, right?” she whispers. you nod in response before jihyo sets the fork down, hugging you.

you wrap your arms around her in response, basking in the warmth of your embrace as you both sway from side to side. you look at the clock to see the time showing “00:07”.

"ah, your birthday is done.” you whisper, and jihyo just shushes you, placing a delicate finger on your lips.

“let me enjoy this.” she mumbles, snuggling closer to you.

“but-”

“shh.”

wc. 616

a/n. hbd to my mother jihyo, i love her sm, and in celebration of 'i got you' coming out today, i totally planned to release this today. (definitely not bcus writer's block got the best of me 😔)

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lvlystars · 5 months

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22:37 — h.mm

momo is startled when you suddenly grab her face with your left hand, squishing her cheeks in the process, making her soft lips pout as she stares at you, confused.

“what?” she mumbles, noticing that you looked like you were deep in thought as your eyes darted between the phone screen you held up beside her face, and momo. she could feel a bubbly little flutter erupt in her stomach as she takes this time to just admire the way your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration and how you subconsciously stuck your tongue out, making you look like an absolute unit of a 5-year-old trying to think of it’s next creation.

“how is it possible?” you ask yourself, your eyes still darting back and forth, as if you were comparing something on your phone to momo. “somehow it resembles you, but at the same time, it’s a fucking FRUIT.” you yell, cascading your hand through your hair as momo snakes her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her crotch.

momo looks up at you, the hearts in her eyes so evident, you didn’t even need to animate her to see them.

“what is it, baby?” momo asks as she rubs your waist, reaching for your phone in your hand and facing it towards her. she giggles, shaking her head as you blush, looking away. “were you comparing me to a peach?” momo asks, amused. the smile adorning her lips quickly becomes contagious as you smile back, bashfully nodding.

“i think it’s the cheeks.” you mutter, hiding your own as you feel momo’s lips press onto your hands, hearing her giggle at your sudden outburst. “i think it’s that fact that you love eating peaches.” she teases, and you whine as you move to get up, trying to run away out of embarrassment.

momo holds you down as she laughs at your behaviour, finding it endearing as she intertwines her hand with yours.

“you’re not wrong about that last part..” you mumble as you pick at your fingers once you both finally calm down, lying down beside each other. momo props her head on her elbow as she looks down at you in amusement.

“oh?” she chirps, “you love ea-”

“please don’t finish that sentence.”

wc. 376

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lvlystars · 3 months

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23:47 — s.mg

“okay, promise you won’t get mad at me?” mingi holds out a pinky to your blindfolded figure, and you’re left in confusion when you feel his pinky finger grazing your hand. you furrow your eyebrows. “why would i get mad at you, love?”

“just promise!” he urges you, and you hold your hands up in the air before letting out an ‘okay!’ and hooking your pinky with his, promising that you wouldn’t get mad over whatever he had planned.

“you’re not crossing your fingers or anything, right-”

“mingi get on with it!” you push him, growing impatient as you both stood outside your apartment door, ready to go in and just ring in your birthday while you're in bed, peacefully cuddled up in your sheets and sleeping.

mingi holds you back from entering your home last minute as he whispers in your ear. “just to let you know that although i am your boyfriend, this was all wooyoung’s idea-”

“YOU TOOK AN IDEA FROM WOOYOUNG?!?!” you exclaim, now dreading what state your apartment is in. you step backwards as you stumble a little, the black blindfold still restricting you from seeing anything around you, making mingi hold you tightly in his arms as he grows nervous.

“listen, we wanted it to be a surprise…” mingi trails off, then clears his throat. “let’s just go in, yeah? and then you’ll see the surprise!” he smiles brightly, trying to keep any evidence of stress or nervousness evident on his face.

you both soon walk into your shared apartment, and you take off your blindfold to be met with about an army’s worth of mingi cutouts all facing you, staring you down as you stare back at them with shock. you couldn’t even count up to 20 before losing track, and you feel all the colourful words come up into your mouth. turning towards him, mingi grins sheepishly at you before bolting out the door, whipping open the door to the staircase as you chase after him.

“SONG MINGI!” you scream, running up the stairs and following him into a random open apartment as he screams bloody murder, throwing his arms up in the air as he waves them around.

before you can register where you even were at the moment, the lights flash on and screams erupt all around you as cameras are pointing towards you.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!!”

you pull your phone to check the time, and shining right back at your face were the numbers 00:00, indicating that it indeed was your birthday.

you start to thank everyone as they wished you happy birthday, some people giving you pats on the back while others were screaming in your face and lightly giving you birthday beats. as you talk to everyone, you can’t help but look for a particularly tall, silver-haired man who might be lurking amongst the crowd, hiding himself from your wrath, when you spot him in the hallways towards the bedroom.

mingi doesn’t even notice you marching over to him before he yelps out as he’s dragged into a bedroom.

“did you plan this?” you ask him, crossing your arms as you look up at him.

“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” he shrieks, holding his chest as he breaths heavily. you slap his arms as he flinches, putting his arms down. “well?”

“...yes.” he hangs his head down.

you fake a scowl before giving in and going in for a hug, taking mingi by surprise as he slowly hugs back.

“thank you.” you whisper to him, pinching his side playfully.

“AH- oh uh, you're welcome, baby.” he breathily laughs, flinching as he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, rubbing your shoulders in endearment.

you both stay silent before you interrupt the silence.

“now where’s wooyoung?”

wc. 643

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lvlystars · 9 months

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20:27 – y.jh

as you cuddled closer into your boyfriend's arm, you pouted as you felt yourself tearing up, snaking your arms around his. you nuzzled your cheek into his shoulder as jeonghan rested his chin on your head, humming as you saw him open the calendar app on his phone.

you wince as you feel a sharp pain in your lower stomach, the cramps hurting more than ever today. you try to cuddle closer to him in an attempt to slightly wear off the pain, but it doesn't really do anything.

"baby," jeonghan mumbles. you hum in response. "did you start your period for this month?" he asks, catching you off guard.

"w-why?" you ask, lifting your head off his shoulder to look up at him.

"just tell me." he takes his eyes off his phone screen to look at you. you nod, going back to cuddling into his side as he sighs, bringing his arm over you to bring you closer into his side.

"baby, please don't be afraid to tell me your on your period, ok? it's better that you tell me beforehand rather than me find out through you cuddling me to death from all the cramps, as much as i love that thought." he smiles softly at you, running his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. "it hurts me to see you in pain, my love. i want to make sure i have everything to help make it better for you."

you simply sit quietly, staring off into space as the cramps reside for a bit. you both shift so your head is in his lap, jeonghan continuing to play with your hair as you drift off to sleep. feeling jeonghan interlacing your fingers together, you faintly hear him whisper "i love you" before you entirely fall into slumber.

wc. 291

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lvlystars · 2 months

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funny valentine — l.c

pairing. lee chan x fem!reader

genre. angst, toxic!chan 😞

warnings. slight suggestive content. chan is a bitch. big nono man.

wc. 1.1k

a/n. y'all. i'm alive. based on true events btw, i've been declared not guilty, my lawyer hates me, and the man is now screaming at me from the grave 😇. jkjk. it would be crazy if i actually was convicted of murder tho. anyways, if i can't be happy on valentines, no one can !!!!!!!

feburary 14 (3:14 am)

— u up?

you scramble for your phone as your heart beats out of your chest, the mindless scrolling through your 'for you' page ending in that moment he texted you.

what is he doing at this ungodly hour? why was he texting you?

yeah —

— coming over in 5

no. he can't come. he just can't.

you try to text back to refuse, but he had already gone offline. you sigh as you sink into your mattress, turning off your phone as you wait for him to appear at your doorstep.

lee chan. the bane of your existence if you were to summarise your experience with him. on and off relationships, meaningless hookups, unanswered texts about what you two were, what label to put on your relationship — he was the red flag package deal. and yet, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually cut things off with him. while he was all of the above, he made you feel loved, made you feel special with the way every single moment spent with him were the most exhilarating and euphoric moments, chan making sure to hug and kiss every inch of your body while he can, and handling your body with such care, as if you would crumble beneath his fingertips.

lee chan was playing you, and he was good at it.

a couple minutes later, you heard a knock at your door, and you immediately jolt up, your heart palpitating as you pull the covers off of you. once you finally reach the door, you pull it open to see chan leaning against the frame of your door, smirking down at you.

“i knew you’d answer me.” he pats your cheek softly before walking into your dorm uninvited.

“chan-”

“did you rearrange your place? shame, i finally had your dorm layout memorised so i wouldn’t bump into anything while we-”

“chan.” you sternly raise your voice, catching him off guard. he stares back at you, his eyebrow quirked up as he stood there, his hands shoved in his jeans.

“i…i don’t think we should do this anymore.” you stare into chan’s face, your face burning as chan’s eyes bore into yours, his expression morphing into one of slight confusion, a glint of enjoyment flitting across his features as he stalks towards you.

“baby, you're not serious, right? why would you want to let go of this…us?” he moves closer to you, holding you as he soothingly rubs your forearms. you shake your head, trying to squirm out of his grasp as his face lowers down to yours. “you’re my favourite, don’t you know that?” he mutters.

“no.” you push him away, your breathing growing more panicked. “chan, you and i both want completely different things. we are on opposite sides. this isn’t going to work out.” your voice trembles as you move towards your door, feeling cornered as chan continues to move closer to you. he towers over you as you shrink into yourself, feeling completely powerless and helpless.

“but i give you those things you desire, no? and you give me what i want." he tilts his head in mock confusion.

"y/n, honey, we’re two sides on the same coin. we need each other, why would you think something like that?” you can sense the tinge of hostility and toxicity behind his tone as he narrows his eyes at you, reaching his hand out to caress your face. you subconsciously lean into his touch, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to say anything to get out of this monstrosity of a situationship.

“then…then what are we? we’re not dating, you’re not my boyfriend…you hook up with tens of other girls on campus. i want someone who’ll stay loyal to me.” you sputter out, trying to compose yourself to your best ability as chan just laughs lightly, as if you were just stating a silly habit he had.

“we…we’re…we’re, y’know…” you look at him expectantly as chan looks slightly irritated at your persistence, huffing slightly.

“baby, look-”

“no. i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired of the mixed signals. if you’re not going to commit to a relationship, then don’t talk to me.” you cut him off, glaring up at him. you can see chan poking at his cheek with his tongue before he grabs you tightly by your shoulders, catching you off guard as he lowers his face down to yours, glaring at you.

“what, you think you’re special? special enough to have me as your boyfriend?” he mockingly laughs. “honey, there are tons of girls who are dying out there to just have sex with me, and you’re really going to leave all that just because you want to be in a relationship?” chan asks in a condescending manner, and you feel your heart drop to the pit in your stomach. you’ve only seen him get like this whenever he didn’t get his way with other people: his brown eyes filled with belittlement, as if you were a mere inconvenience in his way. his breathing was slowly getting erratic, he’s losing his patience.

lee chan was getting mad at you.

“i don’t know you, i don’t care whether i know you or not. i just saw you on campus, thought you were hot, and just had you to myself, just like other girls. i didn’t talk to you because i liked you.” he sneers, looking you up and down. tears pooled in your eyes as you stared up at chan in disbelief. “you and i do not have any kind of romantic relationship, i’ll tell you that. you want a label on this? fine: we’re just fuckbuddies. nothing more, nothing less.”

“if you’re gonna try crossing the line with all that relationship shit again, then i’m gonna have to just stop what we have, y/n. because i don’t want some brat that bitches about having me to themselves, got it?” he glowers at you. his face was now mere inches away from yours as tears were rolling down your face. you slowly nod before chan stands up straight again, patting your face again as he smiles.

“good girl. now i came here for a reason, ” chan sits down on your bed, smirking at you across the room as you’re still in the corner of the room, hastily wiping your tears before walking over to him. once you’re close enough, he grabs your waist tenderly as he rubs soft circles into your skin, grinning like a wolf while he looks your body up and down, making you feel exposed.

your face grows hot as seconds continue to tick by, and you’re taken aback as chan suddenly stands up, flipping you both around and throwing you onto the bed before he leans over you, leaning down beside your ear as you felt chills run down your body. your heart shatters even more when he whispers:

“happy valentines day, baby.”

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lvlystars · 6 months

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15:38 — b.sk

“reservation for two under the name y/n?” you ask, and the host taps on her tablet before she nods. “yep, i have it right here, if you can just follow me? your table is in the back in a more secluded area, just like you requested.” she winks at you before beckoning you towards the more quiet area of the restaurant. you smile back before you follow her to your table, your palms growing sweaty and clammy as you wait for your date to show up.

as you wait, a waiter comes up to you and asks if you’d like anything to drink, and you refuse, saying you have a date coming and you’ll order when they come, but little do you know, you were going to be waiting there for a long, long, time…

“soon, not this again-”

“shhh! imagine!” soonyoung snaps, holding his index finger against your lips as you close your eyes again.

you're waiting there for a long time, and as every second ticks by, you grow anxious, wondering if your date was caught in traffic…or if they met someone along the way… or (worst case scenario) they’re hooking up with their ex…

“soon-”

“i’m getting to the part!” he shushes you again, whining as he smacks your shoulder.

the waiter notices how lonely and dejected you look, and so he comes over to you and slides a little paper towards you. you uncrumple the note and you read the note. it reads:

got stood up? i’m sorry if you did, but if you wanna talk about it, just call me over. ask for seokmin.

and you look up to see the (really cute, if you must admit) waiter smiling back at you, giving you a slight wave. you smile and wave back, shaking your head no as you pull out your phone, ready to text your date.

as soon as you were about to send a text, you looked up to see a (dashingly handsome) man standing in front of you.

“are you y/n?” he asks, and smiles at you with a little crooked smile, and you swear you were smitten, but you didn’t feel like eating at the restaurant anymore. “yes, you’re seungkwan, right?” you reply. “but…i don’t think i want to be here anymore…” you smile at him, getting ready to get up.

“wait,” the cute date says, standing up. “i’m so sorry i was late. i got held up at my job and i really tried to call you but my phone died.” he says dejectedly, trying to reach out for your hand and to your surprise, waiter dude steps in.

“is there a problem here, ma’am?” he asks, looking at you intently as you just stare at the two of them-

“alright enough with your delusions.” seungkwan interrupts, pulling you away from soonyoung, and soonyoung whines, sending seungkwan a stank face as he walks away.

“talk about a human cockblocker!” soonyoung announces before making himself comfortable on the couch as seungkwan rolls his eyes before seating you at the coffee table. “why? it was getting to the good part.” you tease him as seungkwan just shoots you a nasty side eye. “we are not talking about our first date again. you decided to leave the restaurant, and i offered to take you out for ice cream to make up for it. that’s what happened, no ‘what if’s.” seungkwan frowns.

“but what if-”

“nope. no what if’s. you’re mine, and in every scenario, i will make sure you become my girlfriend in all of them.” seungkwan hushes you, pecking your lips before you can make a rebuttal. “you’re jealous.” you giggle, playing with the end of his shirt, and seungkwan chuckles back. “uh-huh, and you’re not hanging out with tiger-boy over there again.”

“HEY! SHE WAS MY FRIEND BEFORE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

wc. 641

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lvlystars · 9 months

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his birthday, his shitty navigation skills, and your paranoia! — c.sc

pairing. choi seungcheol x gn!reader

genre. fluff, a bit of panicking and reader overthinking and being paranoid.

summary. when your boyfriend trusts his ability to get his way around an unknown area, you can expect that all goes to shit.

warnings. none really :/

a/n. this is so poorly written i'm so sorry 😭. also happy (belated) birthday, seungcheol (aka my pookie 🫶🫶🫶)

wc. 1.1k

“those falls over there, they lead to–” you turn to notice that once again, seungcheol is not beside you. “oh my god.” you groan, rubbing your temple in an attempt to remember where you last saw him out of the corner of your eye, snacking on some shrimp chips he bought after lunch.

walking back to the café you both were previously at, you look around, hoping to find your boyfriend just wandering around the café, waiting for you to find him again. to your dismay, seungcheol was nowhere to be found, and knowing seungcheol, he trusted his poor navigation skills once again and got himself lost.

pulling out your phone, you dial his phone number, hoping that his phone was on ringer mode. as your phone rang on, your heart sinks as the line goes to voicemail, the panic settling in.

“fuck, where did this kid go?” you whisper, sending him a message to reply with his whereabouts.

you're startled when jeonghan’s caller id pops up, yelping out loud and making a few eyes turn to you. apologising and bowing, you walk away to pick up the call.

“jeonghan, we have a problem.” you mumble as soon as you slide the green icon, pressing the phone up to your ear.

“what? why?” he replies in a confused tone.

“i lost seungcheol.”

complete silence is heard on the other side of the line as you bite your nails—a habit that you never seemed to shake off, and a habit that seungcheol seemed to dislike, explaining that it’s not good for you and he loves seeing your nails “long and pretty”.

“y/n, what do you mean you lost–”

“I LOST SEUNGCHEOL.” you hiss. “i went out with him for brunch like you wanted me to, then we went to a café nearby and just chilled for a bit, before we went on a little stroll for fun! i don’t know how i lost him but i did!” you ramble, your breathing quickening as you take in the situation. possible scenarios pop up into your brain as you try to control your breathing, and it only induces your panic.

“y/n, honey. i need you to calm down first, and i want you to know that seungcheol just called me and said he’s at some park, so breathe.” you calm down when you heard that he was at least someplace safe and public. “second, he said he doesn’t know where the fuck he’s at and he sounds pretty scared which is really fucking funny when he prides himself in his apparently wonderful fucking navigation skills so that’s something to laugh about.” you hear jeonghan snicker on the other end of the line, making you roll your eyes.

“jeonghan, let him live, won’t you? he’s just…”

“full of himself? fuck yeah he is.” you scoff as you shake your head. “you’re so mean.” you chuckle. “alright. i’ll see if there’s any parks nearby and call you guys back if i find him.” you say before you cut the call and start walking around.

—

you’re now on the verge of tears when you approach a park full of children, all happily running around and sliding down slides.

you walk over to a nearby bench, shoving your head into your hands as you silently sob. you’ve never really been away from seungcheol like this in the 4 years you’ve been with him. well, yes you have, but you never lost him like this. you’d always manage to find him within an hour or so, and now, it’s been almost 3 hours since you lost seungcheol. there was no doubt that you were scared now. as more time passed by, the worse the scenarios in your head grew.

what if he got distracted by a dog on the street and got himself bitten? what if he met up with a friend and went on a coffee date with them, only to find out that he was a bad person and he hurt him? what if someone tried robbing him? what if he got hurt? what if–

the sound of a familiar giggle pulled you out of your thoughts, and you immediately look up.

lo and behold, your boyfriend, choi seungcheol, was playing around with some 5-year-olds on the playground, pushing them on the swings and laughing along with the children.

immediately getting up, you sigh out in relief and run over to seungcheol, tackling him in a hug and completely losing it.

“woah!” he laughs out, bringing one arm over your shoulder as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “youdon’tknowhowlongittookformetofindyouiwassosca–”

“hey, hey.” seungcheol pulls out of the embrace and holds you by your shoulders and bends down to your eye level, bringing his hand up to your cheek to wipe away your tear that had fallen, adorning a stupidly dopey smile on his lips which almost immediately washed away all the anxiety and fear that once coursed through you.

slinging your arms around his neck once again, you held him tight as you planted a fat kiss on his cheek, making him giggle like a schoolboy as he snaked his arms around your waist, pressing you close to him. “i don’t even know how i lost you, baby.” seungcheol murmured into your hair as he squeezed your waist in a reassuring manner.

scrunching your eyebrows, you pull away and look up at your boyfriend, and he looks back at you, feigning an innocent face with playful nature underneath it. “you got lost yourself and you know that, you son of a–”

“ah! there are children here.” seungcheol presses his index finger on your lips, effectively hushing you. out of the corner of your eye, you spot jeonghan and joshua waving towards the two of you and making faces that clearly indicated that we have to get the fuck out of here because the restaurant reservation we made is in less than 10 minutes and we are 10 minutes away from the goddamn restaurant.

“cheol, honey.” you mumble, noticing that seungcheol was clearly leaning in for a kiss, despite the young audience around you. he hums, still leaning in, and you pull away, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. you point behind him, and he turns, groaning when he notices the two.

“oh god,” he pinches his nose bridge. “they planned something and now they're late for it? what's it for? my birthday?” you slowly nod, sheepishly smiling. seungcheol widens his eyes as he connects the dots, and gasps.

“YOU WERE IN ON THIS?!”

“...happy birthday?”

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lvlystars · 9 months

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11:15 — k.mg

how did you end up here? you don’t even know. but all you knew was that the light hanging above your staircase needed a little dusting, and maybe it needs to be moved over. it’s not quite in the centre—at least from where you were lying down: your arms and legs spread out like a starfish, and your neck in a weird position against your stairs.

you immediately hear thumping footsteps coming towards you, and your boyfriend quickly pops into your field of vision, a worried expression etched onto his face, which quickly morphs into amusement as he takes in your dazed state. you can predict his next words. his constant teasing for the rest of the day, and the way he will constantly keep asking you ‘are you okay?’ every now and then, just to make sure nothing really hurt.

“well that was quite a fall. you good, baby?” mingyu chuckles, bending over with his hands on his knees, a cheeky smile adorning his lips. your gaze slowly turns to him, a deadpanned tone coming from you as you just say “i’m alright.”

but what catches your attention is what mingyu mumbles as he starts to walk away.

“oh? i guess i don’t have to carry you then.”

silence.

“um, on second thought. i think i might be in severe pain, i don’t know.”

wc. 225

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lvlystars · 8 months

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22:30 — i.ny

smiling to yourself, you walk into the living room, just feeling giddy at the thought of the very girl sitting on your couch—wait, what?

you freeze when you see a familiar head of blonde sitting on the couch, quietly reading a magazine to herself. you couldn’t see her expression, but you can tell she was so immersed in the hottest tea in the hollywood world, wondering how are they going to get themselves out of this one?

your heart lurched into your stomach, that feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach all too familiar to you. that same feeling you felt in kindergarten, when you first met her. that same feeling you felt in high school, when she came up to you to celebrate the first test she excelled at in chemistry. that same feeling you felt in college, when you both spent that night on the roof of your dorms, invested in the constellations that decorated the night sky.

straightening yourself out once again, you quietly make your way over to the sofa, trying not to be disruptive in the slightest, just so you can quietly sit beside her and admire her face. every single expression, every single scrunch of her eyebrows—everything.

once you sit down, you sigh, glad that you successfully didn’t knock anything over. hesitantly looking away, you move closer to her in an attempt to just feel more comforted in her presence, but you freeze when you notice her eyes that dart in your direction. sighing, she shakes her head, then goes back to reading the magazine.

sighing out in relief, you settle down, relaxing in your spot. but soon enough, it starts to get boring again, and the t.v. remote is just so far away. so you just opt to get closer to her again. slowly sliding your hand across the small space between you two, you reach for her hand, trying to make it as subtle as possible. once you make contact with hers, you feel her eyes on you once again, and you look up to meet her annoyed yet playful eyes staring back at yours, and you sheepishly smile.

“for fucks sake, y/n!” nayeon whines. “for the nth time, we’re married! you don’t have to act like you’re a lovesick teenager around me.” she grabs your face, the magazine falling to the ground with an audible thud.

“you can grab my face like this,” she suddenly presses her lips on yours, and you respond immediately. reaching up to hold onto her wrist, your lips fall into rhythm with hers, the butterflies fluttering like crazy again, just like they always have, until she suddenly pulls away, breathing heavily. “you can make out with me like that.”

your breath hitches when she leans over you, making you lie down on the couch, nayeon’s face hovering over yours. she lowers her head right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine as she mutters “and you can go down on me like this too, without asking.”

wc. 503

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lvlystars · 9 months

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goodbye — m.sn

pairing. minatozaki sana x gn!reader

genre. angsty :(

summary. how long did you think you can keep this from her?

warnings. reader's really bad at handling the relationship, alcohol consumption

wc. 2.8k

glass was shattered everywhere on the ground. the furniture around the apartment was thrown around, and the two of you were on opposite sides of the room. sana was sitting on the floor, her head leaning on her knees that were closed in on her chest. you were standing near the balcony, the glass of wine in your hand hanging off your fingers lightly, half empty.

it was no use, holding onto this entangled mess of a relationship.

“i’m, uh…gonna take a walk. outside.” you stay silent, pursing your lips as you hear the shuffling of her footsteps. slow, forced, dragged. the front door opens, then closes. you sigh, brushing your hand through your hair, your brain racking over what had just happened. the hurt and hatred you saw in sana’s eyes as you remembered what had gone down in this room burned your thoughts. your heart aching at how badly you had hurt her.

but then again, you willingly did it. it was your own choice. it’s all your fault.

“who is she.” sana speaks up. you hummed in response, confused at the sudden question. you looked up to look into her bloodshot eyes.

your heart leaps into your throat when you see the polaroid in her hand. the solid evidence of what you’ve been doing behind her back.

you cheated on her.

in the polaroid, your lips were pressed on the brunette’s, and you were smiling into it too. your hands laid on her hips, pulling her closer to you as her arms were draped over your shoulders.

“she clearly isn’t me, y/n. who is this?” sana croaks out, tears filling her eyes. you were at a loss for words. how were you supposed to get out of this? how were you supposed to explain yourself? tell her what you’ve been doing?

you open and close your mouth, unable to find the words to say. you couldn’t think of anything, so you stayed silent.

“i need an explanation, y/n! anything! don’t just stay quiet!” she sobs, and you wince. you can hear the hurt in her voice, the distress you had caused her was etched in her angelic face, and knowing how she was, you knew that she wouldn’t get over this well.

you move forward, in an attempt to hold her down and explain yourself, but she immediately takes a step back from you. from that second you knew. you knew where this conversation was going to end up, and it wasn’t going to be with you both happily cuddling, which made your insides twist up in regret.

you sit yourself down on the couch, leaning your head back as you groan, closing your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself of the growing headache that was making itself evident with each ticking second. you massage your temples, but as always, it doesn’t work.

if sana were here, she’d whine about how you’re always overworking yourself, and complain about how you’d never take care of yourself and never get rest. despite the constant pestering, she’d always whip out the hot and cold compresses, ensure you had tylenol and tuck you away to sleep. but alas, the said person isn’t in the room right now, so you just wallow up in your pitiful sorrows and battle the headache on your own.

why did you even cheat? ah, the million-dollar question. why.

you don’t even know how it started, but it just did. that girl came into your life, made you feel things that even sana didn’t make you feel, and you were immediately addicted. again and again, you kept going back to her during the day, then came back home to your girlfriend. days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. 5 of them.

of course, you felt guilty. the guilt ate you up at night when you felt sana cuddle into your side. knowing what you were doing behind her back killed you, but you couldn’t stop yourself. the girl was just too good to lose. and so, you held onto her. you kept her as your secret link.

as long as sana didn’t know, you wouldn’t hurt her, right?

but one night, the girl invited you to her birthday party, and of course, you couldn’t refuse. but how did you manage with sana?

easy. you lied.

“why you dressed up?” sana asks, making you jump as you scramble around the room to find your best shoes.

“uhm, it’s…a party! one of my…coworkers got promoted. so we, uh, celebrating!” sana then pouts, walking into the room and starts adjusting the small things in your outfit, and you sigh, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“i’m sorry, baby. it’s employees only. i would bring you if i could, but the company’s strict.” you kiss her forehead, making her smile before tapping her own lips. you chuckle lightly before pecking her lips and walking out the door to your shared bedroom.

“your shoes are on the rack, by the way!” sana calls out, and you yell back a thank you before hastily slipping on the shoes and bolting out the door.

you feel your phone vibrate. you immediately pull out your phone, and your breath hitches at the caller ID.

“h-”

“FUCK YOU!” you were taken aback at her harsh tone, and you stayed silent, seeing if she would say anything else.

“i…trusted you! i…believed you! was i not…a good enough…partner? friend? person?” you can tell that sana was drunk through the way her speech was a little slurred and mumbled, and it pained you to realize that she had turned to drinking to make her pain go away.

you decided to stay quiet again, knowing that she wouldn’t register whatever you said right now. her memory was terrible when she drinks. that’s how you both ended up together in the first place.

tears sting your eyes when you hear sana’s soft cries over the phone, and you wanted to apologize. you wanted to apologize to her over and over again. you wanted to hold her close to you and stroke her soft hair as she falls asleep in your arms, hoping that you both would wake up tomorrow morning, still happy together.

“i hate you! i hate you so much, y/n. i hate you for making me feel like this. i hate you for making me feel so…worthless. used. it…it hurts! my heart hurts so much!” you bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your own sobs, closing your eyes as tears rolled down your cheeks. sana continues to ramble on, and you cut the call, unable to listen to her whines. you wanted to beat yourself up so badly for what you had done. after a few minutes of crying to yourself, you finally decide to get up and wipe your tears. you grab the keys to your apartment lying down on the coffee table and rush out of the apartment, knowing full well where she is.

as you feel the crisp winds of october dry away your tears, you are suddenly flooded with all the walks and small talks you both spent together, hand-in-hand in the most ungodly hours. usually, you’d have those kinds of nights after you both had sex. it was just…calming. but now that it was just you walking alone, it felt somewhat empty. insipid.

soon, you reached the entrance of the bar you both always went to after a long week. as you entered, you saw the waitress, who seemed to recognize you, and she motions towards the back of the empty bar, where you noticed a familiar head of black hair lying down on the table, sound asleep. tears sting your eyes as you walked closer to her, knowing that she was in this state because of you. that she was hurting to this point because of your selfishness.

you muster up the courage to shake her, trying to wake sana up, but she doesn’t seem to respond. you notice her beeping phone beside her, the caller ID reading “my sweetheart”. she fell asleep as she was yelling at you. typical sana.

you sigh out as you lift her into your arms, opting to just carry her on your back the entire way home.

“hey, i can drive you both to your place?” you look up to see the waitress from before standing in front of you.

“i’d appreciate that.”

—

you sigh and look down at your lap. sana was still sleeping, her soft snores filling up the car as her chest rose and fell. you couldn’t help but choke up at the thought of leaving her. she was like your world. you’d sacrifice a ton for over. fuck, you’d even take your life to save hers. you wanted to beat yourself up for cheating on her, let alone even thinking about cheating.

“our apartment’s right there.” you point out, and the waitress, whose you learned that her name was chaeyeon, nods before pulling into the main entrance of your building.

“you know, she seemed pretty hurt over something. you guys fought?” chaeyeon asks, helping you carry sana out of the car. you look down, feeling guilty and embarrassed about the reason behind sana’s state.

“i, uh, cheated on her. and she found out.” chaeyeon’s face just shows that she’s disappointed, and you just look away in shame before walking forward towards the elevator, pushing the ‘up’ button and stepping back.

“listen, i don’t know anything about your guys’ relationship, but seeing how fucked up she was at the bar, you probably hurt her really bad.” you can practically hear the disappointment in her tone, making you smile bitterly.

“i don’t think she’ll even forgive you for it. like, if you do end up staying with her despite what you’ve done, your relationship will never be the same. it will probably feel forced.” chaeyeon reasons as the elevator door opens. you sigh out, nodding in agreement as you walk and press the button for your floor.

“i hate to say this but the best and only option for you both is to break up.” you suck in a sharp breath, trying to deny reality, but she was right. the only best option for the both of you to heal and become happy again was to split. staying together would just cause the both of you pain, there weren’t going to be any more happy moments. only little conversations that would feel forced and empty.

tears stung your eyes when you looked down at sana, who was still asleep, and you sniffled, hastily wiping your tears away. the elevator dings, signaling that you were on your floor, and you let chaeyeon know that you can take care of it from there. you bid her goodbye before she leaves, leaving you alone with sana.

grunting as you pushed the door open, you tried to quietly bring sana in, trying not to wake the poor girl up. once you made it through the door, you tried to hold up sana in front of you, but instead, the girl flops into your chest, sighing happily as she wraps her arms around your waist, mumbling about you being ‘a very nice pillow’. you chuckle bitterly, holding her up once again before you lift her and carry her to your shared bedroom despite her small whiny protests at putting her down.

finally, after some time, you managed to tuck her in bed, and instead of crawling into bed beside her like you normally do, you make your way towards the guest bedroom with all your night clothes and belongings. no matter how badly you wanted to sleep beside her, you knew that eventually, when she’s sober again, she’d break down once again and end up in the same state as she is now.

once you finally freshen up, you tuck yourself into bed, the headache still evident as you look over at the clock beside the bed, reading 03:45. you just simply sigh as you look up at the ceiling, waiting for the exhaustion to hit you so you can just sleep for the rest of the night, but it never does. your mind is still racing, unable to calm down from everything that is going on around you. so much had happened in one night, you wanted to just disappear off the face of the earth for at least 1 day to just get a grip on yourself.

you toss and turn, the minutes dragging along slowly through the night as you shut your eyes closed, trying to avoid the annoying buzz in your ears. trying everything you could, you were on the verge of just bursting into tears. you just wanted to curl into a ball and just quietly cry to yourself until the sun rises. you couldn’t go to your room, sana was sleeping, and you doubt she would love to wake up to you sleeping beside her, let alone be present in the room with her, after what had happened between the two of you.

listening to the soft traffic below your apartment, you feel yourself slowly feeling drowsy, the darkness around the room blending in with the darkness behind your eyelids as you slowly blink, nodding off to sleep.

—

you feel the sun from the outside shine on you, making you cover your eyes as you adjust to the brightness of the room. slowly getting up, you look over to the clock on the nightstand beside the bed, reading ‘9:20’.

the smell of brewing coffee hits your nose as you get out of bed, walking to the kitchen to grab a cup to wake you up for the day. grudgingly dragging your feet across the hall, you smile as the smell of the caffeinated drink grows stronger, the scent waking you up alone.

once you enter the kitchen, though, you walk into an empty kitchen, the coffee done with the cup having a small sticky note on it.

something in the pit of your stomach tells you to go over and check your bedroom, and so you do. you immediately rush over to your room and fling the door open, your heart sinking when you see a nicely made bed, not a trace of anyone sleeping in it.

you feel your heartbeat quicken as you walk over to your shared closet, hoping it wasn’t what you thought, but to your dismay, you entered the walk-in to see one half filled with your clothes alone, and the other half completely empty.

no.

tears sting your eyes as you rush out of your room, running over to the now slightly cooled down coffee waiting at your countertop, the sticky note still stuck to the cup.

you grab the sticky note, not caring if the coffee was going cold as you tried to slow down your breathing, unfolding the piece of paper and immediately noticing the tear stains on the paper. gathering your thoughts, you finally bring yourself to read the letter.

hi y/n.

i guess you could tell by the silence of the apartment that i left.

i’ll just get straight to the point because i have to leave as soon as i write this note.

despite the pounding headache this morning, i managed to think it through and i’ve come to a decision.

i’m breaking up with you.

you hurt me. badly. owning up to your mistakes is one thing. maybe i would’ve talked it out with you.

but the way you just stayed completely silent as i kept asking you? i couldn’t bring myself to stay with you any longer. it hurt me, y/n. it hurts that you didn’t try to explain yourself, because in my eyes, you seemed like you wanted to let me go. you didn’t care if i left or not. it was as if you stopped loving me. long ago.

all the sweet nothings you used to whisper in my ear, were they really coming from your heart? when you hugged me every morning as i made coffee for the both of us, was that all for show? when you kissed me so passionately, with so, so, so much affection and love, were you really thinking of me? or were you thinking of her?

all those precious little moments i held dear to my heart. all those little actions that i adored about you, did you really have me on your mind? or was i that brunette in your eyes? did you really see me as minatozaki sana, or that bitch from your workplace that you cheated on me with for 5 fucking months?

i took anything that was mine in the apartment, so don’t worry about my scent lingering around the space, or contacting me about anything left in the place.

i also will be changing my number, so you don’t have to worry about ‘accidentally’ butt dialling me and talking with me for 4 hours straight while i’m at work.

that’s it from me, i guess. thank you for being apart of my life, and thank you for helping me learn a lesson from this relationship.

goodbye, y/n.

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lvlystars · 8 months

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독 : fear — j.ww

pairing. jeon wonwoo x f!reader

genre. royal au, angst

summary. "it's either the loss of one, or one thousand."

warnings. tw! major character death, swords (dueling)

a/n. this is my event fic for precious illusions!! following the prompt of illusions.

wc. 2.1k

“father, mother. prince wonwoo and i have come to a conclusion,” you announce at the dinner table, making everyone go silent, the clattering of utensils dying out as the chatter dies down. the silence that ensues holds nothing but bated breath, the people seated at the table waiting for you to continue—to explain this supposed conclusion.

“well, y/n. tell us what you both have decided.” your father, the king, chuckles, a hint of mocking in his tone, making your stomach churn in disgust.

“prince wonwoo and i fight to the death. survivor rules both kingdoms.”

you see your mother’s eyes widen out of the corner of your eye, her breath hitching as she puts down her goblet, and the atmosphere of the room shifts, the tension thick enough to slice through with a butter knife.

“y/n, wh-”

“if you both do not favour this decision then the only option left is war.” you could feel your father’s burning gaze as you poked at your food, unable to really eat anything after feeling the bit of vomit rising in your throat as time ticks by.

"it’s either the loss of one, or one thousand.” you simply state, wiping your hands off and drinking the rest of the wine in your goblet before calling over a maid to take care of your dishes. “prince wonwoo has also passed the word to the king and queen of his kingdom. the decision is now in your hands.”

as you start to walk away from the dinner table, you hear your mom’s hushed voice and the quiet mumbles of those at the table, silently making your way out of the castle to get some fresh air, letting out a breath of air you weren’t aware that you were holding.

tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, wonwoo smiles sadly, his eyes filled with sorrow. you could feel the pain behind his tone as he speaks up, failing to hold back the tears that sprung to your eyes. “princess, i think we both know what the best decision is.” he mumbles, gently caressing your cheek as you sigh, hoping that this was only a dream.

“i don’t want to lose you, my love,” you whisper, tears now rolling down your cheeks. wonwoo brushes away the tear that had fallen as you bring up your hand to hold wonwoo’s, nuzzling your face into his palm as you gaze up at him.

a comfortable silence engulfs you both as the moon shines upon wonwoo’s face, emphasizing his features beautifully. your eyes trail down from his brown eyes that gave off the illusion of holding the galaxy within them, to the gold-rimmed glasses sitting delicately atop his nose. you glance at his lips, which looked oh-so-soft and pretty. you took in everything, everything that you could about him.

“me too,” he whispers back, slowly leaning in as you flutter your eyes closed–

the knocking on your door pulls you out of your cluttered thoughts, and you get up and fix your hair before letting out a quick ‘come in’.

the door opens to reveal your younger brother, who clearly looked like he was crying his eyes out prior to meeting you.

“what do you want, chan.” you mumble, lying back down and going back to mindlessly staring at your ceiling, ignoring the quiet sniffles of your brother. “what do i want? i want you to back out of that offer.” you groan before he continues, burying your face into your palms as your brother drones on.

“did you hear yourself, y/n? you sounded absolutely insane! why would you do such a thing, idiot?!” chan hisses, plopping himself right next to you on your bed, and you just envision the pout that would be plastered on his face if you spared the kid a glance.

“plus, i don’t want to lose either of you, unless you both are getting married and going off to live someplace else!” chan whines quietly, making you roll your eyes before standing up to just pace around the room.

"we both don’t have a choice, chan. if we don’t do this, both of our kingdoms are going to wage war against each other. we don’t want to see the places we grew up in result to such a state.” you explained, finally facing him, only to tear up as you looked into his distressed eyes.

without wasting a second, you immediately ran into your brother’s arms, hugging him tightly as you sobbed. sobbed to your heart’s content as you dreaded what was coming; dreaded the decision your parents would make, dreaded the bloodshed, dreaded the thought of facing the one you love and treasure with your entire being as your enemy.

the knock on your door pulled the two of you out of your looming thoughts, quickly wiping away your tears and smoothing out your clothes before faintly calling out to the person to walk in.

your breath hitched when both of your parents walked in, holding your breath as you waited for their response on the offer. you could see your mother’s bloodshot eyes, as if they were weeping quietly at the decision–

“you shall fight to the death with prince wonwoo. that is the finalized decision, and you shall receive the proper training needed to win this duel for our kingdom.” your father states before closing the door behind him, your mother following in pursuit.

no.

—

the cheering of those who chose to attend the duel could be heard outside, awaiting the two royals who were about to fight to the death. your heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat blocked out everything else around you, the panic slowly settling in as your sword was handed towards you. the sinking feeling of what was coming hitting you like a chariot.

your head snaps towards the wooden door that creaks open, revealing your brother who looked devastated. he clearly looked like he didn’t want to be here. the disturbing thoughts of his sister dueling the very man he cherished as both a best friend and a brother. you couldn’t possibly imagine the pain he’s going through.

“you ready?” he sighs, licking his lips as he clutches your shoulder, patting it in an attempt to reassure you. you shake your head, tears lining your waterline as you bite your lip. chan sucks in a breath, looking away as he holds his head up as if he was trying to keep his own tears at bay.

“well, you don’t have a choice now. everyone is waiting.” chan laughs humorlessly, looking down at you. giving you one last pat, he smiles tightly before leaving.

“and now, for the moment both kingdoms have been waiting for, the two fierce heirs of the kingdoms shall come out of their dens, wielding their weapons!” you hear someone announce, and you sigh out before walking forward, clutching your helmet in your left arm as you straighten your posture and push out your chest. the wooden doors in front of you creak open, revealing a massive dueling space, and the endless rows of villagers cheering and yelling as you both make your entrances.

you look ahead and your breath hitches, making eye contact with jeon wonwoo. he had a stoic expression plastered on his face, no ounce of suffering, regret, or even love within his eyes—masking whatever pain he was experiencing with the mask of grimness he wore.

“remembering that this is a fight to the death, you both may begin in 1…2…3!” the announcer yelled, and in that moment, it was as if everything was blocked out from your hearing. the cheers and yells stopped, the clanging of beer mugs against the wooden seats went silent, and the stomping of thousands of feet were muffled. you were only hyper fixated on one thing: jeon wonwoo, who was also planted where we was, not bothering to make his first move.

deciding to cut this battle short, you charge towards him, trying not to let any tears slip as you held your sword high, swinging down in an attempt to get him to fight back. just as your sword came down, wonwoo side-steps you, making you miss him by just an inch. you mentally thank whatever prompted him to move aside as you try to take a couple more swings at him, each one slightly missing him.

“TAKE A SWING AT HER!” you hear someone yell from the bleachers, the rest of the crowd agreeing and cheering as you look ahead at wonwoo. you can clearly see the hesitance in wonwoo’s actions as he contemplates for a few seconds whether he should, but in the end, you end up having to step back as wonwoo lunges towards you, his sword making an audible ‘swish’ noise as it misses you.

after a few missed swings and lunges, you hiss when you feel wonwoo’s blade nick your shoulder as you try to dodge his attack. shrugging it off, you run forward to swing at wonwoo from behind, who was looking up at the endless crowd of people cheering down at the duel, but he manages to move aside before your sword could pierce his body.

in a quick move, you gasp when you feel an excruciating pain spread throughout your body, looking down at your chest to see wonwoo’s sword impaling straight through the right side of your chest. you kneel as you try your hardest to even out your breathing, weakly turning around to make eye contact with wonwoo, who just looked devastated as he took in the moment; his eyes darting back and forth between his hand that was wielding the very sword that had stabbed you, and your eyes, that just looked so helpless.

deciding to just fight the pain and your consciousness, you get up again, heaving as you try to steady yourself. you run forward to take a hit at wonwoo, who was still lost in the moment, and you slash his chest, a deep wound now running across his abdomen, making him grunt as he catches himself before he falls.

i’m sorry.

with every jab and swing you take, you only feel more and more remorseful. the painfully true words filling up your thoughts as the duel goes on for about 10 minutes more. saying things like only one of you can live. there is no going back. you chose this option.

you felt tears running down your cheeks, your vision blurring from all the tears that filled up your eyes.

soon enough, you find wonwoo kneeling before you, the tip of your sword held between his hands as your eyes met his teary ones. you suck in a breath when you look down to see that your sword was pointed towards his chest, right where his heart was.

“y/n, sweetheart. this is our only choice. kill me, and lead both of our kingdoms. make them a better place. help them flourish and make a greater future for our people.” you shake your head in resistance as you bite your lip, the urge to just sob trying to take over. “i trust that our kingdoms will be in good hands. please, just kill me.” wonwoo pleads, the desperation in his voice evident as you sniff, tears now rolling down your face.

“i only wish to be killed by you, my love. you are my poison.” wonwoo whispers. you sob as you remember the times he has said that to you. that you were his 'poison'. you'd usually brush him off and laugh, but in this moment, all you wanted to do was let go of the sword and hug him. hug tightly as you sob into the crook of his neck as he soothes you, hushing you and comforting you that it's all okay and none of this is real.

you feel wonwoo pulling your sword towards him, cutting through the fabric he was wearing.

“please.” he whispers, and it takes everything within you to finally push against the sword, effectively piercing his chest.

—

you gasp awake, sitting up and immediately wiping away the tears that had fallen as you were sleeping, heaving as you take in your surroundings.

“y/n, are you okay?” you hear a female voice call out to you, and you feel an arm holding yours as you look around to find yourself at a picnic, surrounded by the younger versions of wonwoo, jeongyeon, and soonyoung sitting around you, all looking at you intently and full of worry.

fixating your gaze on wonwoo, you immediately go over to him and hug him tight, silently crying as he hesitantly hugs back.

“what did you even do to her, jeongyeon?” you hear soonyoung whisper.

“i don’t know! i just put her in a trance! i learned it from some sorceress that came to my palace about a week ago! she said that the trance apparently shows you either the future, or what you fear most.” jeongyeon hisses, hearing her crunch on a fruit from the basket of food you brought.

“the scary part of it is that you don’t know whether it will stay as an illusion, or if it will become reality.”

you just sit in wonwoo’s embrace the entire day, leaving wonwoo to silently ponder what had startled you so much to this state, and also deal with another underlying thought that concerned more his feelings towards you than you specifically.

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